#what if scout had like. standards for how he was treated like wouldn't that be wild

[lucysarah-c]

Hi ik you’re not taking requests but could you share what you think the canon aot characters would think about gay people?

Hi, dear! How are you?

I feel so giggly when people ask for my opinion on topics; I don't know why. So, I'll take a minute from my birthday to reply!

This is such a good question, and I'll do my best to respond respectfully as someone who isn't part of the LGBTQ+ community. I would say that overall, most characters of AoT, or at least the ones we know well (not like the civilians inside the walls), wouldn't "mind it." For example, I don't believe Erwin, Levi, Hange, Eren, Mikasa, Jean, etc., would mind it or be homophobic. I'll summarize the upcoming rant with a quote I heard once and feel encapsulates my view of the AoT characters:

"The woke of today are the fascists of tomorrow."

It's true. Everything you fight for today to normalize, to create awareness, etc., will hopefully be granted in a few years. Society will evolve, and the new generations will think we are "close-minded" to a certain degree. There will always be homophobic and misogynistic people across generations, but probably one kid or two will call us out in a couple of years. This is great because it means society is learning.

With that said, when I get asked, "Would Levi be misogynistic? Would Levi or Erwin be homophobic?" I always think, "They wouldn't… for their period's standards." I don't think the society within the walls is very open-minded by 2024 standards. Even in my own fic, I write that homosexuality is banned inside the walls, which was the case in many countries until not long ago. In some places, it still happens. Even in societies like Korea, being homosexual isn't "illegal," but you could lose your job if your boss finds out. I follow a YouTuber from Spain who does vlogs about his life in Korea, and he's gay. He has to keep his relationship with his boyfriend secret because his Korean boyfriend could lose his job and family if people found out.

It's extremely sad that people can't live their lives proudly and loudly because of this, but it's a reality even nowadays. So, I don't really think being open about your sexual orientation if you're not a cis heterosexual person would be safe inside the walls.

Now, do I think that AoT characters are homophobic? No. The only characters that come to mind who might be openly homophobic, based on the vibes they give me (not on panels or canon proof, just my feelings), are Folch, Porco, Zackly (because he's an old man), and Zeke. Zeke would probably pretend that he doesn't care but be really homophobic deep down and maybe even use it against someone.

The rest, I don't feel they would be homophobic. Maybe they would make some uncool comments, but mostly out of ignorance rather than hate, like maybe Jean. On the other hand, I do feel like they wouldn't have a 2024 approach to the topic, especially the men. I'm not saying women can't be homophobic, but historically, women and homosexuals have had a more "ally" relationship.

I think this is also due to misogyny. I can see AoT guys being like, "Yeah, we're cool with it… as long as I'm not the one that guy is into," or "As lond as nobody thinks I AM gay," which is a very usual approach for men. They fear other men being into them because men are deep down scared of being treated or seen as they treat women. Men often see gay men as "lacking masculinity," which has nothing to do with it but is usually correlated for heterosexual men. Especially in military settings, barracks, shared showers, locker talks, etc., men are supposed to be "men's environments." Particularly in the scouts, as they are all outcasts of society and very few in number. If they got picky about who they decided to get involved with, they would halve their numbers.

In conclusion, I feel like most of the AoT characters wouldn't mind at all. They might not be open about their sexuality because of societal prejudice, but their opinion about it wouldn't be as "supportive" as many of us are these days.

Thank you so much for your ask! I hope this somehow answers the question!

[phobiadeficient]

Can I matbe request another Speeding Bullet angry sex drabble? But perhaps this time it's Scout who's angry with Sniper? Only if you want of course and I hope you're staying safe in these times!

what if just this once scout had like standards for how other people get to treat him and talk to him and like instead someone else had to go the extra mile and make an idiot out of themselves instead of him for once and he like demanded a certain amount of respect from the people he allows himself to be vulnerable with like would that be wild or what

(warnings for arguments and a little pushiness at some points)

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The entire hall was treated to the sound of Scout yelling “FUCK YOU,” followed a few seconds later by the sound of a door slamming loud enough to echo. The wide majority of people who were in their rooms were surprised, but decided against investigating. Demo was the one who gave in to curiosity and peeked out his door to see what had happened.

He was treated to the sight of Sniper standing in the hallway looking absolutely stunned, taken aback, and most of all unsure of what to do. He heard the door creak, and glanced over, eyes wide behind his sunglasses.

Demo raised an eyebrow at him. Sniper made an “I don’t know what to tell you” sort of shrug. Demo’s other eyebrow rose and he ducked back into his room to let him sort out whatever the hell he’d done on his own.

Over the course of the next few days, the rest of the team got to bear witness to Sniper getting the coldest shoulder on the planet as Scout would abruptly start to slam things more and storm out of rooms the second he showed his face. Exactly once someone tried to ask Scout what Sniper did, at which point Scout responded with so much swearing that he wasn’t asked again. At a few different points Sniper was asked the same question, at which point he explained that he was pretty sure talking about it would just get him in more trouble.

Outside of view of the team, there were a couple times where Sniper tried to approach Scout. Every time, Scout would make an excuse to get away from him, and lacking that he would just leave outright. At one point he tried to corner Scout, but unfortunately for him, Scout’s whole thing mostly consisted of being great at climbing.

For a little while, he considered waiting for Scout to stop being mad. He realized almost immediately that Scout was fully capable and entirely willing to just be angry forever and he really, really didn’t want that.

It was pretty late one night when Sniper steeled himself and walked into base to track down Scout to talk to him, and he was promptly informed that Scout had gone out for a run.

It was getting pretty late, and the many half-ruined entirely-abandoned buildings that they commonly found themselves getting murdered in and around looked very different in the lighting of sunset. And with no leads other than a general direction he hadn’t really expected to get anywhere close to tracking Scout down, especially since Scout was actively avoiding him at all costs. Luckily for him, he heard the light clatter of shifting roof as he passed one of the buildings.

It took him about ten minutes and a considerable amount of noise and he almost lost his hat three times and sunglasses twice in the process of climbing up onto the roof. To be completely honest, he was half convinced that he would get up there and found that Scout had left while he was climbing. But he crested up over the lip of the roof and was relieved to see that Scout was still up there, lying on his back with his hands behind his head, staring up into the sky.

He sat himself down a good few feet away, sweaty and out of breath and a little sore. Scout glanced over at him, face uncomfortably blank.

“See, now you’ve fucked up,” Scout said calmly, “because I can get down from here by myself and you totally can’t. You’re gonna break your fuckin’ legs. You’re an idiot.”

Sniper didn’t reply to that, still mostly just trying to catch his breath and figure out what to say.

The silence stretched out for a long several minutes. Scout was the one to break it. “What the fuck do you want?” Scout finally asked.

“...Wanted to say I’m sorry,” he said carefully.

“Yeah?” Scout asked, voice cold.

“Yeah,” Sniper agreed.

“Good to know,” Scout said, still cold.

“Awright, look, I know what I did wrong—“ Sniper started in, but Scout cut him off.

“Do you? Are you sure? Do you know what you did wrong?” he asked, voice gone sharp. “Because it sure didn’t seem like you knew what you did wrong. Either didn’t know or didn’t care. One of the two.”

“I—I know, and I’m sorry—“

“I don’t think you’re sorry though is the thing, I think you’re sorry that I got mad at you, I think you’re sorry you got in trouble for sayin’ that—“

“I’m sorry that I said it and I wouldn’t have said it at all if I knew it would make you upset,” Sniper cut in, and Scout sat up, glared at him dead on.

“You didn’t think that maybe I would get upset? Didn’t think I’d even get mad at you?” he challenged.

“I just—all the rest of the time you’ve got a thick skin,” Sniper defended. “Anyone else says anything even beyond that mean to you and you brush it off. From everyone else you don’t mind it.”

“Well you’re not everyone else,” Scout snapped. “You’re different. That’s the fuckin’ point, is everyone else on the planet is always sayin’ that kinda shit to me, but you’ve got my back. But you’re always on my side. That—that you like me, at least.”

“Scout, of course I like you—“ Sniper tried.

“No, yeah, you like me, you just think I’m a fuckin’ idiot apparently, some dumbass,” Scout scoffed. “That I’m stupid and can’t—“

“I didn’t mean it like that,” Sniper cut in, “you know I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Then what the fuck did you mean?”

“I just... I just meant that I thought you were wrong about that one particular thing, and I, I used too strong a word—“

“And called your boyfriend a fuckin’ idiot, yeah,” Scout said. Sniper tried to cut in again. “No, no, shut the fuck up. It’s my turn to talk, okay?”

Sniper shut up.

Scout took a breath, sighed hard, glaring out towards the horizon line. “Look, I—I had to grow up dealin’ with people thinking I’m stupid and annoying and worthless. Everyone. And I had to work real fuckin’ hard to convince myself that I’m worth anything. Real fuckin’ hard. And I still gotta work hard at it, even out here. And I’ve had a goddamn laundry list of people who rejected me and called me all that dumb shit too. But I’ve gotten some fuckin’ standards since then, alright? So I’m not gonna put up with that. You don’t get to talk to me like that.”

“Sometimes couples push each other’s buttons—“ Sniper tried to say.

“Do I ever make fun of you, Snipes?” Scout cut in, expression hard. “I ever call you stupid? Make fun of you for the shit that I know you’ve got damage about?”

Silence.

“Yeah, thought so.” Scout glared at him for a few more seconds before he laid back again, sighing hard. “Just get the fuck outta here, Snipes. I’m gonna be pissed for a while.”

“I really am sorry,” Sniper tried.

“And I’m not forgiving you yet. Beat it.”

Sniper managed to climb down without getting busted up too bad, and returned to his camper again feeling what was probably a suitable amount of extremely ashamed of himself.

It was twenty minutes later when he got a banging on his door, and when he opened it, Scout was standing there, still looking pretty annoyed.

“Okay so I’m still mad at you but I did leave my other sneakers in here,” he said before Sniper could overcome his surprise and say anything.

Sniper considered that for a few seconds before he stepped aside to let him in. Scout came in and picked up the sneakers in question from near the bed, and stood there for a second, glaring at nothing.

“And just because you apologized and you’re being nice, that doesn’t mean I gotta forgive you,” he said firmly, as if anticipating an argument.

“Right,” Sniper said, because that was true.

Scout chewed on the inside of his cheek. “And—and if I tell you to fuck off and not talk to me, then—then fuck off,” he said, also firmly, also already defensive.

“Awright,” Sniper agreed. “I’ll try.”

Scout glared harder. “And just because you’re agreeing with me that’s—that’s not gonna make me stop being mad. I’m still gonna be mad whether you’re cool about it or not,” he declared.

“Fair enough,” Sniper shrugged.

Scout glared at him for a good ten seconds in complete silence before he spoke again. “Fuckin’ quit it.”

“Quit what?” Sniper asked, confused.

“Just—just quit it!”

“Quit what?” Sniper repeated, more confused.

“The—this!” he said, gesturing at the entirety of Sniper. “Quit being you! I’m still mad at you! Quit it!”

“I—what?” Sniper asked, so entirely confused.

Scout slammed his shoes back to the ground, looking beyond annoyed. “You’re tryin’ to make me less mad at you by being—being all fuckin’ sweet and all understanding and shit, quit it! Stop!”

“I’m—I’m not trying to make you do anything! I just understand!” Sniper defended.

“Bullshit! Why aren’t you mad too?!”

“Because I was a complete arse?” Sniper proposed.

“Why aren’t you annoyed about me being mad at you?!”

“Because you’re right to be angry!” Sniper exclaimed, exasperated. “Because it’s true that I should treat you right! Because I shouldn’t have called you a bloody idiot!”

“Yeah!” Scout agreed angrily, and glared at him for a few seconds. “And—and I get to be mad at you for as long as I want now because that was really, really, really shitty of you!”

“I know! I agree!” Sniper said.

Scout stared at him for long minutes, fists clenched at his sides. Then he stormed forward the six steps between them, grabbed Sniper by the front of the shirt, and dragged him back across the room. Sniper, for his part, mostly focused on not tripping and falling, and then his thighs made contact with the edge of the cot and he was shoved, and then he was on his back and Scout was above him, straddling his waist. He didn’t protest in the slightest despite his shoulders being pressed against the wall in a way that was slightly uncomfortable, the position awkward.

“I’m still pissed at you,” Scout said firmly.

“Right,” Sniper said, and then Scout was yanking him up by the collar and kissing him, hard.

It was as much an extension of Scout being mad as a kiss, his bottom lip bitten half to shreds in a few short minutes. And when he gingerly tried to slide his hands up Scout’s thighs, his hands were grabbed hold of and pinned on either side of him on the bed within a second.

“Fuckin’ leave those there,” Scout grumbled, and Sniper nodded, and was kissed again for a second before Scout pulled back to muddle with his belt.

To be entirely frank, Sniper wasn’t sure what to think. Scout was angry with him, and Sniper knew that he was right to be. And now here he was starting to strip both of them in turn. And that wasn’t—he wasn’t opposed to that, not at all, quite the opposite actually, it was just mixed signals a little bit. He was a little confused.

And it was a rush of sensations and feelings, Scout really going to town biting and sucking marks into his neck and upper chest while he fumbled with some meager amount of prep, it having been a good couple of days and all, and then he gave Sniper exactly zero warning before he was sinking down and—

“Bugger,” Sniper managed to gasp, needing to fist his hands into the sheets to keep from grabbing Scout or falling back. And Scout’s thighs were tense on either side of his waist, and he rolled his hips once and twice to get comfortable, and then he set into a hard motion that made Sniper keep gasping.

It was one of the rougher fucks he’d had in their relationship, Scout’s rhythm downright unforgiving, the slap of skin to skin on collision stinging, rough enough and overwhelming enough that it practically felt like Sniper was the one being fucked. And throughout it Scout was a lot quieter than he tended to be, his only sounds being hard breathing and occasionally swearing under his breath. He was flushed down to his chest, and his eyebrows were all drawn together, and he was biting his lip hard enough that Sniper was a little worried he was going to hurt himself, and somehow all of that combined into making him downright gorgeous.

He slowed at one point, apparently struggling to catch his breath. Sniper’s hands left the bed to stroke up his thighs again encouragingly, and again Scout shoved them away, and then that fire was back and the rhythm resumed, leaving Sniper to choke on his breath.

Sniper finished first, but it was a close thing, Scout following just behind, his release warm as it dropped against his stomach where his shirt had been abandoned halfway through being unbuttoned and had ended up just shoved halfway up in the front.

And for a few seconds it was just he and Scout’s panting, trying to get their breath back. And he felt a distinct tremble to Scout’s thighs, a weakness that he knew tended to happen, and for a few seconds Scout struggled to try and leverage himself up a bit. When he spoke, it was muffled against Sniper’s neck and shoulder.

“Help,” he said quietly, and Sniper did in an instant, hooking an arm around his waist and helping to lift him up and free, letting him settle comfortably further down Sniper’s thighs. Then his hands were pushed at again, and he returned them to his sides obligingly. “You’re still an asshole.”

“I know,” Sniper said.

“And—and I���m not stupid,” Scout said next, clearly trying to muster up some amount of anger behind it, but he mostly just seemed drained, physically and emotionally. That realization was further punctuated when Scout took a shaky breath, sniffling once. “I’m not an idiot. I’m not.”

“I know,” Sniper said again.

Scout stayed like that for a while, hands resting coldly against his waist even as he kept his face buried in the crook of Sniper’s neck. It became more and more clear the longer he stayed there that he was trying to pull himself together, and wasn’t having an easy time of it. In fact, it didn’t seem to be working at all. He kept taking shaky breaths, kept sniffling, and Sniper processed that the dampness against his neck wasn’t just sweat anymore.

“Scout,” Sniper ventured, chest absolutely aching. “I know you’re still angry with me, and I know I’ve earned it, but please can I hug you?”

Silence for a few moments before Scout nodded, and then Sniper gathered him up in his arms, squeezing tight and comforting in exactly the way that always made Scout feel a little better. And Scout’s breath got all the more shaky for a few moments after that, and Sniper caught a hiccup or two, but then he settled, melting forward into the embrace, smoothed over and malleable.

“It hurt a lot when you said that, y’know,” Scout murmured against him, so softly, almost painfully vulnerable. “I wasn’t even all that mad about that part. It just really hurt.”

Sniper didn’t interrupt him, rubbing gentle circles into his back and waiting for him to find his words.

“I was mostly mad because usually when I feel like shit, I go to you about it, and then I couldn’t do that because you were the one who made me feel like garbage.” Scout nuzzled in closer, tighter. “And it made me figure out that I really really need you. For real. And now I couldn’t—“

Silence for a few seconds. A deep breath or two.

“Don’t do that again,” he settled on saying.

“I won’t. I promise,” Sniper agreed.

Silence.

“And I didn’t mean it,” Sniper continued. “Really I didn’t. I don’t know why I said it, I was just... running my bloody mouth like some prick. I shouldn’t have said something I don’t mean. And I’m sorry.”

“I know,” Scout said quietly. Silence again. “I’m not still mad. I’m just... fuckin’ tired now.”

“Sleep?” Sniper suggested, and Scout nodded, and Sniper set about getting them cleaned up and settled into bed.

And it was pretty obvious that while he wasn’t still mad, Scout was going to be bruised over the whole thing for quite a while, but now that he was allowed to, Sniper planned on doing everything he could to make up for it. However long that took.

Because he needed Scout too.

[wixelt]

The Planters aren't entirely sure what to expect from these giants.

The first was huge and muscular and a skilled hunter and, while from different worlds, an example of what Anne could be as an adult (although they wouldn't learn until later that included the skill in magic). She also had a plethora of battle scars.

The second was less bulky and more doll like, but had wings, a clear indication of a predator to the Planters. He was alien in disposition, almost like a fey creature in mentality, and had many of the tells of a predator in these actions. Luckily, these tendencies would not be pointed at you unless you first showed hostility to him.

So far, physical traits were decent metrics of judging these people, although first one would have to take Anne's kindness as a baseline with none of her naivety. The third would continue the pattern of Anne as a baseline. It would not continue the pattern of physical signs.

Xisuma was whiplash at every step. At first, they had mistaken him for another robot of this old factory as he had changed his armor to frog mode. His ability to speak and respond and clumsiness and Anne's realization that the screen in the middle of his face was a visor for a helmet, gave them the realization that this was probably a hermit. When their other two hermits told the others that this klutz in thick power armor seemingly to protect him more from his own two left feet than monsters was their admin, something they had gotten the impression from False and Grian's stories was a God-like being with great powers of creation and death that governed a great ship which traversed the stars, but did not seem to be treated with any degree of reverence by the other two beyond what you may give a village mayor, they hoped that maybe he was some form of exception to the rules they had gaged for the hermits. Deep down, they new, however, that he most certainly was not.

I had a different intro in mind for X, involving a certain wax museum, but I love this & it fits thematically, so Fort in the Road is now what happens instead (this also means Xisuma's present for Quarreler's Pass, one more person Hop Pop has to convince to let Sprig & Polly go it alone).

After False & Grian (& Scar, met but currently with Sasha), the Plantars were ready to take whatever weirdness the next Hermit they ran into carried at face value, the only question being what extreme away from Anne's standard they'd be in for.

Understandably, a supposedly god-like entity who's seemingly just a clumsy dude in pressurized armor - & the first time he takes the helmet off proves he really is just some human guy - feels like a bit of a contradiction. Sprig & Polly take it in stride, while Hop Pop is more suspicious/inquisitive, knowing from the power someone as visibly mundane as Grian can display that looks aren't everything.

For now, though, X is the bearer of bad news for Grian & False. As they'd feared, he's absent his admin powers in Amphibia, & attempts to make some form of contact with a local divinity to cut a deal have failed. In the meantime, he's been stuck scouting, his suit's control link to the Hermithius severed in the scattering (though when he learns Anne's involvement, he assures the guilt-ridden girl the ship's programmed to auto-rendezvous, so its fine). He's gotten a good idea of the local populations, but has steered clear of direct encounters til now. He's been at this factory for several weeks before the Plantar group & their shenanigans rocked up, time spent trying to adapt his armor with local technology to better blend in (might be a plot-line here where he briefly looses control of his suit due to Amphibia tech trying to take over, but we'll see).

Anne, Sprig & Polly all think his armor is cool, though he laments that diamond or netherite exo-plating (my thought on how X wears Minecraft armor) would've been a better option, still, confusing the frog kids & giving Anne food for thought, as False has so far only loosely gone over the "tiers" of armor the Hermits have access to.

Right now, he's just a guy in a suit. But he's a guy in a suit with the mission to bring the Hermits - his family of choice - back together.

[yennefers-geralt]

The idea that Arya would be angry about Jon accepting Dany as a sovereign doesn't make any sense. If Jon had bent the knee to Cersei, your arguments would hold weight. Cersei is an enemy of their family and has contributed to many of their tragedies. Dany has not. She has no connection or blame regarding the wrongs done to their family. No matter how bitter you are that Jon is in love with and loyal to Dany, projecting that onto Arya doesn't make sense.

Jon is not giving up their home. Winterfell still belongs to House Stark. I don't see how you reasoned that it somehow doesn't. The Starks have been vassals to the Targaryens and then to the Baratheons without losing their region or their seat. Becoming vassals again wouldn't be any different, so there would be no cause for Arya to be angry. There certainly wouldn't be any reason for her to be less than completely loving toward Jon who is canonically the person she loves most just as she is the person he loves most.

I can't even put into words how utterly ridiculous that would be. To be frank, I wouldn't necessarily put it past D&D because they openly hate Arya, but it wouldn't go the way you would want. Dany and Jon are the heroes of the show. It doesn't matter if you like that or not. It's the way it is. If D&D have Sansa and Arya pit themselves against them, that would be their way of establishing them as villains. They would be treated by the narrative as evil and would be killed. Makes you wonder what the statue of Sansa that ST mentioned is for. Grave marker like Ned and Lya's? That stank face she had while hugging Jon that you guys cheered over might be the first step toward her demise.

Oh the idea that Arya is a psychopathic murderer for executing specific criminals who committed specific crimes while Jon, who has been in battles and on scouting missions where he murders people he doesn't know and who have done no wrong other than being forced onto a battlefield or just into his path by their overlords, would judge her is just dripping with misogyny and double standards. It also shows little understanding of Jon who is thirsty for vengeance against the Lannisters according to ADWD.

Also, why would Arya take issue with the Dothraki? If she doesn't like "violent savages" then she should already be angry about the Wildlings. Those are the traditional enemies of the North. If she's fine with them, why do you think she would hold the Dothraki against Dany?

Anyway can you guys not use Arya as part of your anti-Dany campaign? You don't care about, like, or understand Arya so there's no reason to use her as a tool in your pointless agenda.

If pol!Jon isn’t true, do you think Arya will be okay with Jon bending the knee to Dany? Especially if he really did just bend it impulsively because he was so ~overcome~ with his love for her? A L S O, do you think Arya will steal another face in season 8, and, if so, whose? :)

Hey, nonnie!

You know this is a very interesting question because we, in the Jonsa fandom, have been debating for a while just how Jon and Arya’s relationship will develop in season 8 and I know it’s a sore point for many Arya fans that Jonsas think Arya and Jon’s reunion will not go as smoothly as people imagine. 

But I’d like to put this in context a little so people don’t misinterpret what I’m saying. Arya, out of all the Stark children, was the one that was exposed the most to the devastation of the War of the Five Kings. That’s not to say the others didn’t endure harrowing experiences. All of them have been through hell and this is not a competition of who suffered most. But by virtue of either being in King’s Landing, at the Wall or beyond the Wall, Sansa, Jon and Bran have been isolated from Robb’s rebellion or what that meant for the 7 kingdoms as a whole. 

Arya was in the midst of it. Since her father’s death until she ultimately decides to go to Braavos, Arya has been trying to get back home, to Winterfell. She is the only one out of all of them to witness the Red Wedding. She was there and watched as Robb’s men were killed, saw his direwolf being slaughtered and had to stand by while the Freys sowed Grey Wind’s head onto Robb’s body and paraded it around. To say that she would now be A-OK with Jon bending the knee to a stranger with dragons and a gang of violent savages and essentially giving up his ancestral home (one she’s been struggling to get back to since s1) and the North that her oldest brother died fighting for, is both ignoring her experiences as well as insulting her intelligence. So no, I don’t think Arya would be OK with Jon doing that. She loves Jon very, very much and, of course, she wants him to be happy but one thing doesn’t excuse the other. 

Now, as for how it will play out, I tend to go back and forth between 2 scenarios: 

1. Arya will simply reject what Jon has done and become antagonistic towards him from the start - this is mainly based on her impulsive nature. I don’t think this is very likely because, like I said, she loves him very much and while she’s been traumatized and has become “a bit of a monster” (Maisie’s words), I don’t think she’d ever threaten to cut off Jon’s face as she did with Sansa. It pains me to say it but I don’t think showArya, at least, loves showSansa that much (or vice versa to be honest). They’ve reach a point of comfort at the end of s7 and I hope their relationship develops positively in s8 but, at this point, it is what it is. Jon is different because, out of all of her family, Arya loves him the most. He’s the only reason why she even gave up her list and came back to Winterfell. Which brings me to the 2nd scenario …

2. Arya will try to understand Jon’s reasoning for doing what he did but ultimately won’t be able to which will cause a rift between the two of them. I don’t think there’s any scenario in which Arya will warm up to D*ny, no matter how pretty or how cool she looks atop her dragons. D*ny is a threat to Winterfell and the pack and I doubt Arya would be happy to stand by and let her take away what the Starks have died and bled for. I think she’d ultimately think Jon stupid for doing what he did. 

This is one of the many reasons, btw, why I’m so invested in pol!Jon. Aside from the narrative and thematic importance of Jon not committing the mistakes of the other Starks that went South, in the absence of a political motivation, Jon is putting at risk all of the most important relationships in his life: his relationship with Arya, his relationship with Sansa, his relationship with the North that he calls home and where he was finally accepted after feeling rejected all his life. I really don’t want him to lose all of that just so he can have subpar s*x with the dragon lady. 

As for your other question, yes, I do think Arya will steal another face in season 8. I don’t think her Faceless Men arc is over. To me, the FM are the Hotel California of Game of Thrones: “You can check out anytime you want but you can never leave”. So she will be drawn back into it and she will end up killing someone and taking their face. 

As for whom … That’s more difficult to answer because, aside from Walder Frey, we haven’t seen Arya steal a face of any importance. I would imagine that it would have to be someone from her list because as much as she might want to give it up at some point (my head canon is that Jon will try to steer her away from the list because he won’t be able to bare seeing his little sister become a psychopathic murderer), she will find herself in the position where she won’t be able to resist, for whatever reason. If I were to pick it would probably be the Hound. She refused to kill him once, she might have to go through with it in the end even if she doesn’t want to, which would be a nice twist on the idea of revenge and her list. 

[lucysarah-c]

I don't think I would be good at writing fanfictions.. Or being consistent throughout the chapters.. I'm too shy for that anyway! But I do admire your writings!

I didn't think about this scenario as an enemies to lovers type of thing but I just wondered, when you gave me your insight, if that 'revelation' was going to be kind of a conflict in Levi's mind because he has to use her as an example for all the others but she also explained herself and he would kind of pity her or something?

OH thanks for saying that! Mhh I understand you point and I don't want to discourage you! Like for real, each person has their own Levi's version in his head. I'm just reply what I feel would happen or how would he react, it's not strictly canon it's just my interpretation. I feel that Levi overall is a really humanitarian person so he doesn't go around killing for the sake of killing, he would probably avoid it at any risk. In aot period of time standards, I don't think Levi sees women as weaker but yes as more vulnerable considering how society treats them, their expectations and overall their genetic limitations compared to men. To that join kids, too. In my head, at the end of his days in the underground Levi was in charge of like a district of a zone. In that zone he tried to make things as fair as possible and, in the visual novel of the ACWNR, there's a part where he refers to the scouts to the women and kid from the underground "looking up to him, waiting for him to save/protect them" or something like that. On the other hand, I feel like in the underground prostitution is just like any other job. Kenny didn't seem affected that his sister was a prostitute but he knows that there are better jobs out there. Thomas Shelby once said in the Peaky Blinder something that I found really Levi like "we are all whores, Grace, we just sell different parts of our body". Of course, always talking as prostitutes who are prostitutes under their own will. I feel like Levi wouldn't look down on the prostitute work because it would be looking down on his mother and he would never do that. Setting all that clear, I'm afraid I think he would kill her anyways. It wouldn't be pleasant for him, of course, but he has to. A lot of people, the men in the room as you mentioned, where there. Levi allowing himself to be weak and permissive for someone who tried to mess up with his work would send a message "as far as you're a woman, I will be permissive" and that's something he can't allow. Not only for himself, Isabel or Farlan, but for the rest of the people who depend on him, who depend on him keeping the job going, who will suffer the consequences is someone else try to kill his people to mess up with his work, to start a gang war. I feel like Levi can't allow himself to be that soft, even if he wanted to. At the end of the day, Levi had killed comrades he knew deeply, female soldiers from the Mps and more. I'm sorry if this is not what you wanted, I'm just trying to give up my point of view! I don't hold the truth tho, hopefully haha holding the truth would be a really stressing thing. So, if you decide to write the other outcome, that's great! It's all headcanons so, there's not right and wrong, just opinions. Kisses!