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levmada · 9 months

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I have a head canon that by the time they meet, Levi is already starting to view himself as nothing more than a weapon, but Furlan thinks the way he fights is BEAUTIFUL. Like not even in a wow this guy is so well trained type of way. More of in a watching a trained dancer performing type of way. Levi would have such good control over every muscle in his body and I just KNOW Furlan could watch him for hours.

On the same note, I think Levi could be a really good dancer. Whether or not he ever bothered to learn, I'll leave up to you.

i think about this…

- one of Furlan’s much much more secret reasons he wants desperately for them to get out of the Underground is how much he imagines all of them flourishing; being able to fly not with a ceiling constraining them but a boundless sky. Furlan having this recurring dream about gliding effortlessly through the air, all three of them, free to go wherever they please with the means to get all they need.

but all of this is especially true in his feelings for Levi. of course Levi is amazing on the ODM gear. his movements are precise and even elegant, seemingly effortless and as instinctive as a bird using its wings. like a dancer.

- it’s not even a conscious observation when furlan feels in some instinctual way that Levi isn’t meant to be bound by the constraints the cold Underground fosters. he and Isabel are the only ones who know the best that Levi is kind, loyal, and sacrificing to a fault at his core. not only that Levi feels, but he feels deeply. but he’s had to make choices that eat away at that. that’s why Levi hides it - in order to survive.

- knowing each other intimately, Furlan is the only person who’s seen Levi up close, and specifically his eyes. Levi changes the subject or dismisses the times Furlan compliments him, which leads him to believe that Levi doesn’t think much of his appearance.

nobody knows that Levi’s eyes aren’t just light grey or silver under cover of the Underground’s darkness. but they’re blue. like an evening sky is blue, as far as Furlan knows what an evening sky looks like, and he wants to reach the surface in order to make better comparisons. and so the sunlight can make the true color of his eyes stand out with his beauty rightfully on full display.

- Levi comes off untouchable by being unapproachable stoic and intimidating. but another way that totally stuns Furlan is in how much he makes violence look like a choreographed dance that he planned, somehow. he’s just full of poise. it’s superhuman - and Levi is superhuman but that’s besides the point - the amount of control Levi has over every movement in his body and the skill to carry it out.

- and yet Levi doesn’t dance. in fact he doesn’t express himself that much at all. all dancing is is free-flowing expression you know? you can’t hide your feeling. Levi never learns how to dance.

- intimately knowing Levi carries it all to the next level. Levi’s eyes being soft and him relaxed is rare, and he never lets himself be vulnerable, but he’s still stunning in his moments of awkward romantics and this deeply buried hue of longing Levi sometimes looks at him with, bordering on something pained. the depths of Levi’s strength is one thing, but his heart is something else entirely.

Furlan is smart and pays close attention to things. sometimes when he and Levi would hold hands in private, alone, the first times it ever happened Levi would hold his hand like gripping a knife.

there is something to savor about taking Levi out of his element, and that being somewhere Levi silently agrees to let Furlan to take him. i feel like their feelings for each other would be paralyzing for Furlan at times.

Levi who can and has taken down men twice his size, but also Levi who cradles his jaw and kisses him without moving, because he wants to explore every single facet of what it’s like to kiss Furlan. unhurried, precise, thorough.

Levi creates space from others like he’s a weapon meant to be put away when it’s not being used, but when he and Furlan have a moment to be close, a slow and prolonged length of time they’re guaranteed, Levi grips his shirt or his sleeves in tight fists and doesn’t want to let go.

Levi always in control of a situation no matter how chaotic or high-stakes, being stoic at the sight of something no matter how horrible, but also becomes bashful and can barely meet Furlan’s eye when he touches him.

Levi is so unassuming and quiet as to blend into a background of conversation easily, but he can’t be silent when Furlan’s hands are roaming his thighs and hips. only he has heard some of the sounds Levi’s voice can make.

that’s beautiful, too. just like everything else.

#pretty much unedited hope you liked my answer!#if you ever read this anon because i answered this way way late #levifar #levi x furlan #furlan x levi #aot levifar #levifar fanfic #levi headcanons #levifar.thoughts

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jayteacups · 2 years

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The Absence of Warmth

“What about you, Levi?” Furlan asks. “What do you dream of doing, when we get up there?”

Dream? No, he hasn’t done such a thing in a long, long time. All this time, it’s been one foot in front of the other, never looking further ahead. He can’t afford to do much more than simply survive; doesn’t deserve to do much more.

“I’ve never given it much thought.”

Or; On a cold winter night, Levi, Furlan and Isabel dare to think of a life aboveground.

Tags & warnings: Mostly pre-canon and in the pre-ACWNR era, ACWNR spoilers (obviously!), angst and manga spoilers towards the end (canon-era events are not the focus of the story so they’re not mentioned much, but there are some spoilers still ahead, beware), mostly gen fluff and platonic wholesomeness featuring some Levi x Furlan crumbs, grief and mourning towards the end, mentions of Kuchel.

Word count: 3k

A/N: My moots (namely @happybird16, @levmada, @theferricfox) had a phase of writing lots of kid/teen Levi angst, and some of that inspired me to write this little piece featuring the ACWNR trio!! It’s not reader-insert like I usually write, so hope you guys like it nonetheless. Anyways I hope you guys enjoy. I’ve also posted it on AO3. Reblogs and comments are much appreciated <3

Winters are harsh on those who live on the surface, but they are absolutely unforgiving to those with the misfortune to be born in the sewers.

Despite the precautions he, Furlan and Isabel have taken, the cold always finds a way in. The Underground is home to all sorts of thieves: pickpockets, robbers, muggers, con artists, but none are so effective as the cold.

See, here’s the thing: the cold creeps in without any effort on its part at all, making no more noise than a spectre. It comes and steals away precious warmth as it pleases. It does not matter how many thin blankets they have managed to salvage, or how many pieces of all-too-rare coal they set alight, or even how close they press up against one another in one last desperate attempt to stave the cold away. It does not matter; the cold will always make itself an integral part of your home.

And so this is where Levi finds himself, curled up underneath meagre scraps of fabric that barely count as blankets, pressed up against Isabel’s shivering form. Her nose is tucked into the crook of his neck—it’s ice-cold. Furlan spoons Isabel from behind; the two have an unspoken agreement that every winter, she sleeps in the middle. She’s always been the worst at dealing with the cold. Even now, she shivers the hardest, small groans and curses escaping from pale, chapped lips.

It’s some time past midnight. The fire is dying, but the golden light is just strong enough for Levi to make out the hands of the small clock resting near the make-shift hearth. Shadows dance as the flames dwindle to embers, which, one by one, begin to fizzle out and leave dull lumps of coal in its wake. He’ll have to feed the fire a few more lumps soon.

“I’ll do it,” Furlan offers before Levi can curl his half-frozen fingers around the edge of the blanket and leave their little cocoon. In the rays of dying light, he can see Furlan’s hands. Reddened knuckles that lead to drying, flaking skin. He doubts his own hands look any better, but there’s nothing to be done about it. To buy a tin of soothing salve for their skin would cost Levi a kidney and then some. “She’ll throw a fit if her favourite human furnace gets up and leaves.”

“You’re my second favourite human furnace, though, so don’t get up, please,” Izzy mumbles over her shoulder.

“Second favourite? Not exactly high praise when there’s only two to choose from.” Furlan quips, and doesn’t hesitate in lifting up a portion of the blankets so he can get up. Izzy’s reaction is almost instinctual; Levi’s sure he’s going to have bruises all over himself in the morning with how hard she’s clinging onto him, flinching away from the cold. The blankets aren’t much, but in winters like these, they make all the difference.

“Jeez,” Isabel gasps, though she dares not lift her face out of the blankets, “c’mon, give a warning before you do that. It’s cold!”

“Sorry!”

Levi reaches over and rearranges the blankets around her, as Furlan shuffles across the room and feeds the dying fire with a few fresh lumps of coal. There isn’t much left in the bag, Levi realises. He’ll have to go out and get some soon.

“Merchants should be back down here in two days,” Furlan says, evidently thinking of the same thing. “We can get more coal then.”

With a sigh, Levi beckons Furlan back with a wave of his hand. He’s already started to shiver, curling in on himself. Paired with a significantly thinner frame (for food has been scarce; the winters have been harsh on the harvests up above, or so the merchants say) and darker shadows underneath Furlan’s eyes, it’s difficult to reconcile the man in front of him with the ambitious gang leader that had reached out to him in the first place. Something twists in Levi’s chest at the sight of Furlan looking so worn.

He doubts he looks any better, though. He’s been sneaking as much of his rations as he could possibly afford onto either of their plates when neither one is looking, and taking on longer and longer watch shifts. Having something as simple as four walls and a roof around you makes all the difference. In a lawless place like this, a house could belong to you one day and a complete stranger could raid you and make themselves at home the next, and nobody would bat an eye.

“I’ll go buy the coal when they get here,” Levi grumbles, lifting the blankets for Furlan to get back onto the shitty mattress that hardly fits the three of them. Whenever the merchants come, there always comes the risk of a fight breaking out, starving, freezing people clamouring for even the slightest of necessities. The last thing he wants is to drag them into it, even if Furlan’s bartering skills come in handy. Though he lacks his partner’s talent with words, Levi can barter perfectly well on his own. (Well, Kenny’s old pocket knife does come in handy whenever the merchants fancy themselves shrewd businessmen.)

“No. It’s okay, you went last time.” Furlan settles in the same position from the last time, and loops a lanky arm around both Isabel and Levi’s small frames. His hand grazes Levi’s side, and Levi tries not to think about it too much. It’s unsuccessful. He’s always been hyperaware of Furlan’s touch in a way that he isn’t with Isabel, and he’s not sure why.

Throat dry, Levi swallows. His voice sounds hoarse when he speaks up again. “The last time you went, people tried to shank you when they saw you walking home with the bag of coal. I’ll go. You’re not doing it again, and hell will freeze over before the day I ask Izzy to do it.” The words come out stonier than he’d intended. He can’t help it—Levi remembers it vividly. He remembers the panic clawing at his chest and throat as he paced the room, growing more and more restless with every extra minute the front door remained closed. He remembers the overwhelming flood of relief the moment Furlan returned—only for it to turn into white hot anger upon seeing his bruised jaw and the the tears in his clothes that could only be produced by the blade of a knife.

He remembers sneaking out of their shelter later that night armed with rage and his trusted blade, thinking the others had been asleep, only to feel Furlan’s larger, smoother hand curl around his wrist. Oh, how he remembers the way he’d stopped in his tracks upon hearing the soundless plea in Furlan’s gentle touch. In the end, Furlan hadn’t managed to persuade him to let it pass, but he sure had gotten close.

Kenny would piss himself laughing, if he could see how weak Levi has grown.

Furlan sighs. Something familiar gleams in his eyes, something soft, sad. Levi’s chest, once again, aches just looking at him. “Stop sneaking your food onto my plate when you think I’m not looking, then.” Furlan looks away before he finishes speaking, directing his gaze towards the barely patched-up ceiling. Isabel gasps at the revelation. “I won’t even ask how long you’ve been doing that. I only figured it out the other day.”

Gritting his teeth, Levi internally curses, and refuses to address the food dilemma. “I wasn’t asking your permission to go.”

“If you were, I wouldn’t grant it. You need rest too, you know.”

“Furlan, I’m going, and that is final.”

Before Furlan can retort, Isabel cuts the disagreement short. “Guys. Please… Now isn’t the time to fight.” A finger pokes at Levi’s chest. “Furlan’s right, y’know. You’ve gotta eat too. And you…” Isabel lifts her head ever-so-slightly to fix Furlan with a watery glare. “He also has a point. Seeing you come home like that was terrifying.” She sniffs. “You can always both go, if you can’t decide. I can hold down the fort here. Just quit arguing about it now, please?”

Levi’s hands twitch at the idea of leaving Isabel alone, and one quick look at Furlan’s clenched fists tells him he feels the same. Even with her ability to defend herself, people are desperate for a roof and four walls, and he knows all too well how dangerous desperation can make a person. It’s why they’d set up the system in the first place of having two people at home whenever possible in the first place.

But Isabel’s quaking in his arms, and it isn’t entirely from the cold anymore. So he keeps his mouth shut, and nods.

“Okay,” Furlan says, reaching over to squeeze her hand. “Okay, we’ll stop. We’re really sorry. We can talk about something else, yeah?” His voice drops quieter as he adds, “I don’t think any of us can sleep right now.”

“Hm.” Levi feels Isabel nod against his neck as she hums. “Like what?”

The room lapses into comfortable silence for a moment as Furlan contemplates the question. “The Surface,” he gets out, eventually. “What we’d do when we get to the Surface.”

You mean ‘if’, Levi adds silently. It takes some restraint to not say it out loud. He’s always never been particularly optimistic in the way his two dearest friends are. Instead, he offers, “we’d get a house that stops the draught from coming in.”

“That goes without saying, though.” Furlan smiles sheepishly. “I meant what we’d do, or want to do, that we can’t do down here. Y’know?”

Her face lights up. “Perhaps… working with the wildlife as a vet. Or flowers! Florists are a thing up there, right?”

“Oh?”

“I hear that the gardens they have are beautiful,” Isabel whispers, awestruck. Flowers had always been fascinating to her. The merchants bring them down all the time, and it hadn’t taken much for both him and Furlan to notice her longing looks at the bright petals that positively glow in the dark, dreary shadows of the Underground. They’d had saved up and brought her a singular flower once; the merchant had called it a magnolia. She’d adopted the flower as a surname the very next day, and bore it proudly as if it had been the family name she had been born with. “Imagine an entire stretch of land filled with them!”

Levi tries. He comes up empty. All he can think of is the one and only time his mother ever bought flowers, the only gift she could afford for his sixth birthday, and even then, he only remembers having to throw the wilted forms out when the water pumps in the area stopped working. (Sometimes, he dreams of those flowers. He’d mournfully held onto the last flower, hesitant to part with the gift. They must’ve been a pure, glowing white once, because he remembers dulled white petals falling loose into his palm, remembers saving the final withering flower and pressing it between the pages of a diary Kuchel was growing too sick to write in.)

Furlan must be seeing something he can’t, because he’s quick to respond. “If we save up, we could buy a cottage. One with a little bit of land outside that you could turn into a garden for the flowers you sell.”

Beaming, Isabel nods, more enthusiastic than she’s been in days. It is as if she no longer feels the cold. “And you?”

“As a job, I’d probably go for something simple. Maybe the town we pick might need a mechanic of some sort, I could do that. Granted, it wouldn’t pay me much, but it’s about the most useful thing I could do. But really, I think I’d like to study the stars,” the blond boy responds quietly. “Wouldn’t that be something?” Furlan turns his head to stare at the ceiling again, and this time, he smiles wistfully. As if he’s done this before, replacing a mouldy wooden roof with a limitless sky that Levi couldn’t even begin to comprehend. “To live under a limitless, ever-changing sky, to watch the sun rise and fall every day… wouldn’t that be a sight?”

Across the room, the fire burns bright, bathing Furlan’s handsome profile in warm orange. Levi has to turn away from the sight to catch his breath.

A sight indeed.

He feels Furlan’s eyes settle on him. Isabel shuffles backwards a little so that she can look at his face, too, and he finds himself a little warm under their expectant gazes. “What about you, Levi?” Furlan asks. “What do you dream of doing, when we get up there?”

“I’ve never given it much thought.”

Isabel’s breath hitches in her throat. “Not even once? Not even when you were a kid?”

“Did you enjoy the tea, Sunbeam?”

He nods, giggling. “It was really good, Mama! Nice ’n warm.”

Kuchel beams, and presses her lips to his forehead. “A little bit of warmth goes a long way, sweetheart.”

Levi swallows. It’s hard to breathe all of a sudden. If he puts it into words, it becomes more than just a silly childhood dream. He’s faced many a daunting task, but to bare himself like this might just be the scariest of them all. To truly desire something pure in a world like this seems futile, and yet, there’s a spark kindling in his chest that Furlan and Isabel have managed to revive from charred embers that his mother’s death had put out years before.

“Isabel,” he croaks, “d’you think there’d be room for some tea plants in your garden?”

The smiles both of them give him are brighter than the sun could ever be.

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Every night after Furlan and Isabel’s deaths, Levi sits up on the rooftop the way they did before that expedition, and stares up at the night sky.

It’s beautiful. Dazzlingly so, in a way that evokes both awe and dread. It makes him feel so small, so useless, so insignificant in the face of it all.

The night sky leaves a bitter taste in his mouth at first, but it doesn’t stop him from sitting up and stargazing every night. He starts taking a notebook and pen up with him, starts sketching the constellations each night. He starts to write what the sky looks like, how the wind blows and the flowers bloom. Driven by a strange force, Levi tries day and night to see the world the way they would’ve.

He’ll be their eyes, he decides. He’ll see for them, live for them. He owes them that much at the very least, after everything they have done for him.

After he’s officially discharged from both the military and the hospital, the first thing Levi does is write a letter to Historia.

Due the complications with Jaegerists heavily controlling communications between Paradis Island and the rest of the world, the Queen’s response arrives a month later. Levi finds a thick envelope on his doormat after getting lunch with Gabi and Falco, and for a moment, forgets of his own injuries in his haste to pick it up and open it.

Dear Captain,

The documents you have requested are in the envelope. The papers have undergone some damage, but the team I sent to the Underground recovered the majority of your friend’s designs. I hope it is enough to build your teahouse to your liking. The diary you requested could not be found, unfortunately. The establishment that you directed us to seems to have been abandoned and demolished.

I am pleased to hear that you and the others are doing well and that you are recovering from your injuries. Perhaps it is optimistic to say, but I do hope that one day, the situation will settle and we can communicate freely. You are the godfather of my daughter, after all, I hope she grows up with you in her life in whatever way possible.

Wishing you all the best,

HRM Queen Historia

The second thing he does when he moves into his new house, is ask Onyankopon to drive him out to the nearest garden centre. They come home with a magnolia tree sapling, and Levi plants it in his back garden alone, cheeks damp and hands shaking. A bed of snowdrops—the type of flower he’d pressed in his mother’s diary all those years ago—follows soon after. The clear memory of the flowers had come to him in a fever dream. Over the year, Levi fills his back garden with tea plants and almost every type of flower imaginable, painting the empty area with explosions of vibrant reds and purples and blues all around the tree in the centre.

It takes almost a year and much of his financial reimbursements to turn Furlan’s rough designs for his shop into a reality. His eyes burn when he looks upon the finished building; it is almost an exact copy of the sketches born from his friend’s hand.

The teashop takes off wonderfully. It’s a home away from home, but something still doesn’t feel right. All he’d ever wanted was to walk under the moonlight with them with no other worries in the world, and living out their dreams for them in a desperate attempt to keep their memories alive won’t ever come close. Kneeling in his garden and watering his plants only makes him wish he could hear Isabel’s laugh. Staring up at the night sky, sketching the constellations, he only wishes he could see Furlan’s smile one more time. Sometimes, when he drinks his tea alone at night, he thinks of wilting snowdrops and the chipped teacups that his mother couldn’t ever earn enough to replace.

Because the world, for all its natural beauty, is cold without them.

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yozokai · 5 years

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I’ve written this along with Which’s last chapter, and since today is ship positivity day, rarepair or otherwise, I’ll just go ahead and post it.

Odd Man Out

Pairing: Levi/Farlan

Please leave a comment if you enjoyed. Criticism is accepted.

#snkpositivityweek #levi x farlan #levifar #fanfic #fanfiction #snk #aot

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tonya-the-chicken · 4 years

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Ok, someone (@gucciasswitch ) dared me to do whole list and who am I to resist

1. What was your first OTP?

Probably Royai. FullMetal Alchemist was my first anime I watched on TV and I immediately fell in love with relationships between Riza and Roy. I used to fantasize about them all the time. I still do love them.

Also I remember I wanted Zuko to end up with Katara

2. What is your current OTP?

Definitely EnjiRei. I think about them and their family all the time. That's just what I do when I ship - I maladaptive daydream. What I like about them is ice and fire aesthetics is how fucked up everything is but Rei still somehow can forgive him or at least try to? He somehow remember her favourite things? I want to know more about them. Like, how exactly Enji found her? What happened to Touya?

I also like BakuCamie, ShinTsuyu, ZenNezu, still Royai, Huwumi, Natsuo x his girlfriend, maybe MomoIida, Jeankasa, Sabigiuy, Levihan, Miritama, Levifar

3. Do you have any OT3/OT+ ships? What are your favorites?

Mmmmmm, probably no. Though, I once saw OchaTodoDeku and it looks wholesome

4. What is/are your favorite trope(s)?

Tropes, tropes... I like what is called "unsexy erotica" by some author on ao3. Like, when characters are processing their feelings and it's the end it's not really sexy though it still somehow amazes me. It's not really a trope though, I saw only one fanfic with that.

I love redemption arcs made well, bad people turning good and having the love no one ever gave them before (duh)

5. What is/are your least favorite trope(s)?

Definitely soulmates au, it makes me cringe somehow. Or is it not a trope? Whatever

6. Do you have a certain kind of ship you’re more attracted to?

I often ship canon ships. Also for whatever reason I enjoy different-sex couples more often. Also if I see a person with fire powers I'll connect the dots them with someone with water/ice, it's just math... Jk... Unless

7. Are most of your ships “pure” or “problematic”?

Actually, they are mostly pure. But also I ship EnjiRei and someone gonna send me anon hate for this, ehhh

8. Who is the most shippable person you can think of?

Objectively it will be the main character of any series cause they have the most interactions. For me personally it's Enji cause I love him right now and I like to explore his relationship with everyone, like, I can occasionally ship him with Hawks, All Might, Burnin', Rei and some OCs

9. Are there any fandoms you don’t have any ships for?

The ones I am not in, duh. Actually, I am not really active shipper... In one punch man I don't ship anyone? But it's not like I am really in fandom khkhkh

10. Do characters have to have canon interactions for you to ship them?

Yeah, if it's not ship with OC (obviously). There can be exceptions like hetalia cause characters are basically countries

11. What makes a great ship in your own opinion?

Logic and some shared life philosophy/goal/struggles. Or just deep feeling and will to understand one another. Dunno

12. What drives you away from a ship?

If I don't understand why, basically. Also any mentor x student relationships are very big no-no for me. I don't like this power dynamic when one person is doomed to see another as they are above them. And also incest is nah

13. Is there anything you ship but refuse to interact with the community for?

Probably EnjiRei? I am kinda scared cause I don't want people to treat me badly based on that, ya know? Actually, I am trying to be more open about it cause fuck society, I am tired of your shit

14. Has a fanbase ever made you ship or not ship something? Why?

I stopped shipping eruri cause I got very fed up with fans being nasty, I guess. Like, they always tried to prove that it is canon and I just got tried and switched to levihan?.. Also I probably started to ship huwumi because of fanbase. I just never thought of the ship. But the most important deed is that fanbase brought me Dabi is Touya theory. Thank you, strangers on youtube

15. Do you like/participate in ship wars? Why or why not?

Define "ship war"? I sometimes enjoy observing people arguing but mostly I am annoyed when someone shit on character or ship. So sometimes I guess I can write something like "bitch can you stop" but usually I try to stay out of it. I guess I am pro-shiping and anti anti most of the time

16. Are there any ships you just can’t/don’t understand? What are they?

Ereri, Dekumight, RoyEd... Do you see the pattern? I highly dislike mentor x student ships. Also incest ships are no-no even if everyone is an adult for a simple reason - I actually have brothers and this shit creeps me out

17. Are there any popular ships that you just don’t like? What are they?

Ereri. It's the only banned tag I have (edit: not anymore, I am trying to ban enji antis). Also probably RoyEd but FMA fandom is not really active or I am not really into it

18. What is your favorite unpopular ship?

EnjiRei........

19. Do you prefer fluff, angst, or smut for your ships?

It depends. I mostly don't like smut just for smut but if there's some feelings and processing of them, ya know... Angst goes well with everything though I recently found out I kinda dislike seeing violence and suffering in fanart... I actually like comedy more than pure fluff, I am kinda Mr Nighteye and believe in power of humor

20. Do you prefer bigger fanbases or smaller ones?

Bigger ones cause bigger fanbase = more content to CONSUME

21. Have you ever received hate for a ship you liked?

The most close thing to hate I received was this: https://tonya-the-chicken.tumblr.com/post/189156146100/you-ship-enjirei-and-call-urself-a-feminist

Nothing more probably...

22. Do you have any ships that you ship, but would never want to see as canon?

I think no. I am quite ok with any of my ships becoming canon

23. Have you ever had a ship become canon, but you didn’t like how it was portrayed?

Nah... Though it still can happen since many of my fandoms have actively running mangas/animes

24. What is your favorite canon ship?

Define "canon ship"? Probably Royai

25. What are your favorite ships from a dead fandom?

Sweden x Ukraine from Hetalia. I used to ship ot hard XD I had a whole blog dedicated to it! I just don't know dead fandoms, ok

26. What are your favorite shipping scenes?

Nothing in particular but when a characters does something stupid/risk his life to save/help their love interest. Like, when Zenitsu wet to spiders forest to save Nezuko... Or when Jean saved Mikasa from titan.

27. What are your views on reader x canon ships?

You do you, I guess, but my opinion is NO

28. What is your best shipping advice?

Have fun yourself and don't ruin it for others. You are free to block anyone and anything, it doesn't make you a bad person. And also try to think critically about views shared on social networks, like, not everything in true.

I'll also add here about media affecting reality: aS A fuTuRE PSyChoLoGisT I can say that YES, THEY DO AFFECT EACH OTHER. But often Internet can't get all the nuances and ends up censoring everything. In university we had an assignment where we analyzed modern media. And TV news collected around 30 media risks meaning that materials can affect (usually child's) brain in negative way. What now, are we supposed to not show violence and war? "Destroy everything that can traumatize a child" is a bad solution because of many reasons. Kids are not supposed to read 18+ content, kids are not supposed to spend time on Internet without parental control, kids are not supposed to watch a lot of stuff without an adult's presence. But they do and it's not fault of people who create 18+ / "problematic" content.

29. Do you like OCs (Original Characters)?

Yes, I do, if it's not self-insert OC, you know? I have some myself but usually not for shipping

30. What are some of your favorite shipping blogs?

What is shipping blog?.. Ok, I guess that people who post about ship or what??? Eh...

I'll recommend you to just look up blogs I follow, whatever, I'm tired

#ask game #gone wrong #get to know me #I won't tag itwith characters #maybe I'll tag EnjiRei cause if you ship it to hmu or whatever #enjirei #bye

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