#woAH!

[eod-agent-13-12]

"I heard whistling at night is bad but that's quite interesting." Florian also smirks wickedly.

"Well, guess I know what I'll be doing."

The Late Night Embers

After an attack by a Zoraxis operative and a breakdown, Agent Bluenix (@brain-is-a-toaster) deals with Agent 13-12's stay in the recovery wing.

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"Smitten, what happened?"

Agent Smitten turned to Typhoon as he sat on the chairs outside.

"It was brown. Her blood is brown, Typhoon."

The younger agent's fist clenched, choosing to sit down beside him. "How did they... How did that happen?"

"Candlelight happened." He took a few breaths, staring out into the hallway.

Typhoon remained silent, staring at the older agent's heavy sighs.

"I was gone for a mission and this happened. It's... I don't know anymore. How's everyone?"

"Not good, if I'll be honest. I'm not going to see 13. Last time was rough. Too much."

He nodded, staring at the closed door, which soon opened to reveal Dr. Marcel. Some medical jargon was exchanged before Smitten was allowed inside.

"Flor... Are you in pain?" He sat beside her in the bed, passing a keychain with three buttons. The yellow light lit up after a few seconds. "I suppose you're in distress."

He refuses to look at them, trying not to remember the incident. "Here. Trevor sent a letter."

The envelope was soon opened and passed to him with TK. "They're too busy. But hey. At least you can threaten them with a hug cage when you get better." He chuckled, handing a basket to them. "From them. They seemed really worried about you."

The green light lit up immediately.

Agent Smitten chuckled, but turned his back on them like Orpheus leaving the underworld.

They reached out their hand, him accepting so their hands intertwined.

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"Hello? Bluenix? Are you still here?" Smitten knocked on the door of the bathroom after visiting hours passed. "Bluenix? Would you like to visit Flor tomorrow morning?"

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Agent Typhoon was carrying the report, choosing to bring them to Handler Blue (@blueorchid-95) tomorrow. She's currently preoccupied with her agent (@agent--shadow). His handler had been informed, now currently trying to stop a certain Crane from heading over in worry.

He's so exhausted, not only from his assignments in college or even the missions but emotionally. His friend fellow agent (@agentwraith) was just injured and now his universe's Agent Phoenix?

What's next? He'd rather not think about that right now.

His feet soon wandered to a the bundle of boxes as he looked for the oh so familiar white.

[sugurugetos]

JEONGHAN 17 IS RIGHT HERE — Jacket Shoot

[magpiesjammin]

what if they cried a bunch???

[nekioe]

Okay so i am kind of trying to learn how to animate? And im thinking that maybe i could try to animate to some dialouge from dsmp :3

Althoug- that would probably not be soon.. im still a beginner

Just wondering if anyone has any cool c!Dream dialouge saved?

[earlysunshines]

🔜

and it will be lowercase j hate Capitalization omfg wtf. Google docs pls.. keep my stuff lowercase thank u it’s very pleasing to the eye

[wifiwuxians]

I can't believe I never posted the xunyang AU that @aoxue drew me so beautifully this year??? forest entities... perhaps even gods

[jobrrr]

Even in the Next One, Chapter 14 - Together, Always

It's done! At least for now. I do want to do a third arc but I'm going to go on a break and I think this chapter is a wonderful way to wrap it up!

THEM!

It's wild to have written so much and seen the fandom grow much I have started this work. Thank you again to everyone who has read, left a comment or kudos!

Fanart is by @yayi-fuji, god I love it so much and thank you again for sharing it with me.

[hools]

HELLOW ! COOL ART! AWESOME. style!!!!!

RAAH REALLY COOL DRAWING THANK YOU!!!

[pinktrashgoblin]

GENUINELY DON’T KNOW WHAT TO SAY

THANK Y’ALL SO MUCH VRJVNWTRTJRWVJTE

This is a huge milestone I never thought I’d reach, let alone within six months, thank y’all!

You’re all amazing istg ntrvjwerkvrwwmwjvtrwt

Thank you, your support means the world!

[wirwerdensiegen]

Gong Jun for MESSIKA PARIS.

[artfartt]

⚠️warning for the last one, there’s VERY bright colors⚠️

You have been warned

And for the people who don’t wanna burn their eyes here’s a sketch :)

(Also I’m gonna try to post most of this week ‘cause it’s my last full free week and I’m getting homework now(yayy!!!))

[fanmoose12]

Please tell me the fic you just posted (the erurihan love triangle) HAS A SECOND PART!!! Please pleasee you can’t just leave us like that, can youuu? 🥺🥺🥺

Once upon a time, when he was still naive and inexeperienced, Levi believed that expeditions beyond the Walls are the worst thing that can happen to a Scout. Dangerous, always accompanied by blood and gore, oftentimes ending in a tragedy, they are indeed quite unpleasant occasions.

But they don't even come close to a hell that's also commonly known as military balls.

Everything about them irritates Levi - the polished floors, the abundance of candles and portraits hanging on practically every available surface - a testament of unimaginable amounts of wealth spent in total vain, the guests - so full of themselves, so arrogant and condescending, and the way they laugh too loudly and too frequently after jokes that really aren't that funny, even his own suit that hugs him just a bit too tight, seizing the freedom of movements that uniforms provide, and his hair that is slicked back for the occasion, and, Levi's sure, makes him look like a complete idiot, or worse - like one of these too rich for their own good assholes. Even the wine here is awful, too dry and sour, not a match to ale that is served in his favorite tavern.

And Erwin, Erwin irritates him too. Not just because he has dragged Levi out here in the first place, but also, also because he has Hange, hanging off his arm for the whole damned evening.

They look good together, Levi notes bitterly. Both beautiful and charming and insanely smart, they look– like they belong together.

And sometimes– sometimes Levi wishes he could hate them both for that.

He wishes he could hate Hange - for being so oblivious, for stubbornly continuing to remain so even after his half-confession. She doesn't love him, she never will, not in a way Levi wants her to, and isn't that– isn't that a sufficient enough reason to despise her?

But Levi can't, knows too well that he could never. Those feelings, that infatuation he naively believed to be just that, no more a minor misjudgement from his youth, do not disappear, do not fade with time, do not even lessen.

Quite on the contrary.

As he grows older, these feelings continue to grow too, becoming stronger, starting to run that much deeper.

But just as his feelings do not change, so don't Hange's. She may - and always will - have his heart, but Erwin is the one who will always have hers.

And although Levi can't hate Erwin no more than he can't hate Hange, Erwin's seemingly complete disregard for her feelings not only perplexes Levi, but annoys him too.

How can Erwin be so careless? How can he be so cruel? How can he resist the temptation, how can he deny the love Levi knows he has for her?

Why is he a stronger man than humanity's strongest soldier?

For Levi knows, holds no illusions, that had he been as blessed as Erwin, had Hange decided to give all of her heart to him, he wouldn't have hesitated to take it. He would have never let her go, he'd fight and bleed and hurt - just for a chance of a future with her.

But, maybe... maybe, that's precisely why Erwin doesn't dare to act on his feelings. Maybe, that's why he keeps his heart as it is - cold and closed-off.

Maybe, that's why, in the end, he's the wisest of them all.

He knows the price of falling in love, and deems it to be too high to pay.

And, maybe, that's why Hange loves him so. Because Erwin is a better man– he chooses all of humanity and not a single person.

Levi wishes he could be that selfless. Or, at least, that wise.

But he's not like Erwin and Hange, he's not a brilliant strategist or a genius scientist, he's just a man, who's very good at fighting.

He's nothing special, no matter what title was bestowed upon him, and no matter what common folk and nobles alike think of him.

Out of the corner of his eyes, Levi notices a girl, one of his acquired admirers, no doubt, who starts to approach him, so, naturally, he takes the only sensible decision available and darts in another direction, desperately searching for someone he can pretend to be in an important conversation with.

Such a person is found surprisingly easily, and what's even more surprising - out of all people, it is Erwin. Sometime during the evening he has lost their Hange, and now stands alone, watching the festivities unravel from the corner of the ballroom.

As Levi walks closer to him, Erwin turns towards him with a smile that’s just a bit too soft, just a bit too gentle. Levi hasn't seen him put on that smile ever since Erwin took upon himself the role of a Commander.

"Levi? Decided to hide behind your Commander's back?"

Levi huffs and leans against the wall next to him. "Yours is wide enough."

At that, Erwin chuckles and hands him a glass of wine. Levi accepts it in hopes that with a friend, the awful wine would taste a little better.

He takes a sip of it, his mouth twisting - it definitely does not taste better, and looks around the room.

From this new vantage point, he can finally see Hange - she's in the middle of a dance floor, twirling around with some nobleman's second or third son. No one more important would dare to approach her, after all. Her reputation is just as widespread as Levi's.

The guy she's dancing with is young, Levi realizes belatedly, looks just fresh out of adolescence. But he's not that hard on the eyes, not at all, especially with that full of wonder smile that he stares at Hange with. And his dancing skills are above average, definitely good enough for someone whose only purposes in life are dancing and talking about some nonsense with an arrogant enough expression on his handsome face. But– as good as the guy undoubtedly is, he's not a match to Hange. Hange, who carries herself so confidently, whose smile is so charming and whose every step is controlled and precise. She moves around the dance floor effortlessly, so gracefully like she's been doing exactly that her whole life too.

Watching her, Levi realizes, not for the first time that she's–

"Beautiful, isn't she?" Erwin murmurs, taking note of who Levi stares at so instantly.

Levi takes his eyes off Hange instantly, looking up to meet Erwin's amused, but still disturbingly soft gaze.

"Four-eyes?" he draws out, forcing his voice to sound nonchalant. "Beautiful? Not like that."

The Hange that Levi sees now is so different from the one he used to, the one he knows and loves, that she's practically unrecognizable. The Hange that Levi knows oftentimes looks exhausted, is nearly always dressed in dirty clothes, with cheeks too pale and thin, but with a wide, genuine smile on her lips and her eyes burning. The Hange that he knows is not suave or polite, she's loud, often rude, but always sincere, always real.

And Hange that he sees now clearly isn't.

"Never thought that out of us three, you'd be the most romantic one, Levi," Erwin muses, and, before Levi can protest, adds, "Did you know that Hange suffers from nightmares?"

Levi's eyes widen, his brows furrow at such an unexpected twist in a conversation, but he gives Erwin a nod nevertheless.

Does he know about Hange's nightmares? Of course, he does, how can he not, when he's the one who usually calms her down? After all, it's precisely why they fall asleep in each other's beds more often than not - when Hange isn't tormented by horrors from their everyday life, usually he is.

It is a perfect remedy, at least, for Levi. He found out fairly quickly that all fear vanishes, when he has Hange wrapped around him.

"I didn't," Erwin confesses, his eyes darting to Hange, as if he can't resist it. "I wouldn't have known, if Nanaba didn't mention it to me."

"And?" Levi prompts, perhaps a bit more rudely than he intended. The damn ball is to blame, he supposes. The wine is shitty, the people here are even more so, and Erwin's riddles just force him even closer to the edge.

"Hange didn't tell me about it. She did, however, tell you."

"She probably didn't want to bother you. Or, she–"

"-doesn't trust me," Erwin finishes for him. "Not nearly as much as she trusts you."

Levi swallows down a curse, then gulps a mouthful of the shitty wine. "If that's your attempt at making me feel better, Erwin, then you–"

"Hush," Erwin cuts him off with another gentle smile. He puts a hand on Levi's shoulder and leans, whispering in his ear. "Let's have a little experiment of our own. Hange is not the only one who can do that, right?"

Levi rolls his eyes, but accepts his fate and doesn't push Erwin away. "And?" he asks boredly. "What is the point of that experiment?"

"Experiments are meant to prove something, no? And, recently, I read somewhere that you can deduce when someone has feelings for another person. It's fairly easy, but, I admit, I've never thought about it. The gist of it is this - when someone is in love, their eyes instinctively search for that person first."

Levi hates himself just a little bit at that moment. Not just for not pushing Erwin away and refusing to stroke his ego one more time, but also– for that slimmer of hope that makes its way inside him, and stubbornly refuses to be banished.

What's he hoping for anyway? Doesn't he know how this will go? Doesn't he know who Hange loves already? Doesn't he know that it's not - and will never be - him?

But, perhaps, he's more of a masochist than he ever thought himself to be, because he doesn't push Erwin away, he doesn't escape the room altogether, he stands and waits for the outcome that he has guessed already.

Hange finishes her dance, bows and smiles, then she turns around, finds them in a crowd, but– it’s not Erwin that her eyes dart to immediately. 

It's Levi, who she looks at first. It's Levi's name that slips out of her lips.

It's Levi that she hurries to get closer to.

It's stupid, he thinks in that moment, Erwin's stupid and his theory and experiment are even more so, but– his heart still starts to beat that much faster, the warmth still spreads throughout his chest, the damned butterflies still begin to flutter their wings in his stomach, and-

And when Hange reaches out and wraps her hands around his, dragging him to the dance floor with a giddy smile, he still allows her to do so. He still smiles as he follows after her.

Erwin and his experiment are still unbelievably stupid, but– for just one night, one night that started horrible and ended so spectacularly - Levi allows himself to pretend otherwise.

[artemisandhersilverbow]

Ok, if you don't want to engage in some (queer) tin foiling... scroll away.

So first off, I think this song rules. It was one of the few that I let just vibe instead of doing what my brain usually does, which is scrutinize lyrics/marvel over the layers of meaning. It feels like it has Kill Bill energy and that was good enough for me.

My Albatross variation of the TTPD vinyl showed up yesterday — TTPD is perhaps the best her team has done btw — and was pouring over the lyrics last night and paused on I Can Fix Him (No, Really I Can) in particular.

The last line has been one that most people have chuckled at. Like she spent a whole song building up this menacing conceit: "this boy is bad news, but he can't hold a candle to me — I'll handle him." Only to be like, lol jk at the end.

But seeing that last line written out this way scratched at my brain... she really doesn't scream that line at all. Why is it in all caps? And while we're at it... I mean it's an accepted spelling, but technically the incorrect spelling of 'whoa.' It kind of felt, by putting it in caps, like she was calling attention to it. Was it an acronym? Not that I could tell.

But... just to double check... how had she spelled woah/whoa prior? The only song I could think of off the top of my head to check was Better Than Revenge. When reading her lyrics you really wont find 99% of the "whoas" in her discography written because they're more like instrumentals.

And that right there is a "whoa." Of course my eyes twitched at the matching colors of the two vids, but I'll get to that. And then I was only able to find one more written "whoa."

Ok, cool.

But back to Better Than Revenge... It struck me that something had been "fixed" about the song. The famous "she's better known for things that she's done on the mattress" line had been swapped out in the rerecording for "he was a moth to the flame she was holding the matches."

So I looked back at I Can Fix Him... could this be a joke/hint about "fixing" him. Like fixing the pronouns? "WOAH" is an intentional misspelling just by comparing it to her own body of work. But it would be rather clever if the "he" she's referring to (at least on this one layer of the song) was her use of that pronoun in her work. It would make the lines "I can fix him / No, really, I can / And only I can" make even more sense, imo. She's the author of this music and she's rerecording it/making it.

What's more is that the collaged flower in the lyric booklet and the aesthetic of the lyric video are giving me um... big Reputation vibes?

Hey kids, spelling is FUN! Am I absolutely living in delulu thinking that Reputation could also be "fixed" re: pronouns? Oh, I don't doubt it. But I needed to get this out of my brain, out into the world, and let the chips fall as they may and always do.

And at least Taylor Nation is also in on the joke...

[int0themist]

when is someone going to grab MY hair in a way that makes ME understand the difference between rugby and football

[jaycesirlgf]

a guy/honey drabble :3

note: this is set pre-confession! think maybe a couple weeks before the events of the valentines video :3 also, my headcanon is that honey's a wolf shifter so that might make more sense in the last couple paragraphs :3 also, i wrote the last bit at 2am, forgive me, its shit. not proofread. lowercase intended!

warnings: none! pure fluff :3

the clacking of your keyboard in the room across from his could very well have driven him insane. his eyes leaped between the image of his slightly creaked open door, and the hallway; contemplating exiting his den of serenity for the first time in what felt like years. he’d already received a, long, winded, well deserved lecture on the ethics of disturbing his favorite roommate’s focus in regards to their ever-so important essay. he had then, of course, argued the ethics, and, to put it in his words, the point of starting an essay three weeks in advance, which earned him quite a…terrifying glare.

guy’s mind wandered for, ten, maybe fifteen minutes, pondering whether to interrupt his cherished friend’s self-inflicted torture. friend. had they considered him a friend? would they ever even think of, perhaps, being.. more? he hadn’t even noticed when the excruciatingly loud typing had long halted. the fumbling of the doorknob across him interrupted his thought process. a rather, show stopping pair of eyes met his. his breath hitched.

“hi” guy was grinning, as usual, (his voice had always skipped an octave up when he was around them.)

“hi. sorry for.. uh. sorry for yelling, earlier, i mean.” they whispered, looking down at the bleak carpet below the two.

“oh?!” he chipped, “well, you’re forgiven, though you’re still very, very mean, i hope you know.” his smirk sent butterflies through their stomach, electric currents through their veins. he eyed the smile (which they’d tried to hide) creeping onto their gorgeous face.

“hey, guy?” their voice was like honey.

“mm, w. what?” he stumbled, voice wavering. eyes dancing up from their lips.

“wanna watch a movie? um. with me?” their hands fidgeted with the thread of their shirt. “uh. kayla’s at her boyfriends place for the night.. i was just, you know, wondering if you wanted to. no pressure.”

guy smiled, warmly,

“aaoow… how romantic!” his giggles bounced off the walls, filling their ears with nothing but sweetness.

“urgh.” they sighed with utter exasperation, “yknow what. nevermind.” they rolled their eyes, turning to face their bedroom, defensively.

“NO nononono no. no!” he whined, grinning through his words and grabbing their hand, giddily spinning them back around. “i’d love to, honeyyy!” he teased. his nimble hands began to tug them towards the living room as they groaned, heavily, at the petname.

“oh, come on.” they groaned, “that’s not even what werewolves look like, not even close!” facepalming, they leaned backwards, pushing guy’s shoulder against theirs. his breath caught, not focusing on the poorly edited, skinny, man-like ‘werewolf’ displayed charmingly across the tv screen.

“how would you know? you’ve never seen a werewolf before.. for all that you know, that COULD be an accurate representation.. you don’t know!!” his smirk was almost engraved into their mind.

“well, howdya know i’m not a werewolf?” they murmured, their face dead straight, not a sight of humor behind the phrase.

“i don’t.” he spoke, definitively, “buuut it wouldn’t surprise me.. you’ve got the grumbly, dare i say, emo.. attitude to back it up.” he uttered, “OW! owww shitshitshitshitshit stoooop!!” the pitch of his voice stepping higher as they hit him, forcibly with the largest pillow in reach.

“you’re just proving my point, sweetcheeks!”

[heartoftheancientsea]

I’m reading “always coming home” by ursula k le guin and wow….. it’s like a whole ethnography of a culture that doesn’t exist. How did she even think of it! I can only dream that I could ever write something like that, the imagination and creativity is insane