#|| {-TEAPOT NOISES-}

[furiouskettle]

my ocs are constantly battling for attention

#teapot noises #i have no idea if i posted this before #i have since #kind of gotten distracted by a third oc #and then distracted from that #KISS IS SO HARD TO ABIDE BY

[sanctus-ingenium]

smoke & steam

#same guy two great flavours #manticore #teapot stans make some noise

[ace-of-rabbits]

TEAPOT APPRECIATION POST

HEY YOU

BEHOLD

it's just- A THING??? TO PUT BEETLES ON TEA POTS??? I LOVE IT?? (someone please explain to me why there are beetles on teapot lids, i love them so much)

oh and also THESE

and finally: THIS

thank you for beholding teapots

please note: i DO NOT own ANY of these images i just think they're cool 😎👍

#teapot #weird teapot #goblin vibes #unintelligible goblin noises #look #i love them all #grandmacore #i need these in my life immediately #not me struggling to appropriately tag this post #uhhhhhhhhh #cottagecore #whimsical #beetle #teapot lore??????

[starry-beetle]

2? 3 year old? bleach fan comic

#Ganju Shiba #Yamada Hanatarou #Bleach fanart #ganju: cartoon teapot whistle noise #no id #fan comic

[oatbugs]

WARNING: The penalty for trespassing on the railway is £1000.

#here is the story of two researchers and one 0 on the truth table. here is how you almost tied up my arm in a belt #because you lost your tourniquet and neither of you could find my veins. did it feel good to get it off your chest #did it feel cathartic to talk about sin? in a room full of policymakers and experts i shook hands with a theoretical #physicist creating breathing metal. we talked about annual ruination. there is a boy in gold earrings #and two strangers growing a fake hologram with their minds. you discover you like wine and that you are #perhaps only a little bit cutthroat. here is a teapot full of tequila and a glance a curling of the lips that renders you [0] #first on the index and quickly overlooked. you want to be loved? here is the difficult bit. girl teaches you how to speak mandarin. still #too drunk to find your veins but here i want to be loved anyway. in a shocking turn of events the thing that keeps me alive #projected through my lovers noise cancelling headphones causes a slow peak in the 10 millisecond span i process #falling lights and yet increases accuracy to almost 87.5%. is it magic or are you just discussing your downfall? #the truth is have no skill or qualification to my name. i want you to listen to me. he said you will be a king. he said if a bomb #fell on this room everything that matters would be over. YOU WANNA LEARN ABOUT LOVE YOU SELFISH FUCKER? YOU SHOULD HAVE CHOSEN ME #WHEN YOU WERE 15. THE LOVE IS GONE IF YOU HAVE TO ASK IT. hes the alaskan #WHEN YOU WERE 15. THE LOVE IS GONE IF YOU HAVE TO ASK IT. i am the alaskan malmute under the dinner table begging for scraps #in a place im not supposed to be. in the field it was me with the drumsticks her (the world piano champion and the researcher and the #the machine gun) with the 巴乌 him with the guitar this is outside of london this is the ex presidents ex advisor telling you to give up #this is your brain and this is the day after doom. this is her washing the EEG conductive gel out of your hair in the restaurant bathroom #this is the skill to possess guilt without carrying shame.

[arcane-hunger]

want to draw blorbos but unfortuantely work and extra work and commissions and baldur's gate 3

#kipposting #my brain is making teapot noises

[prvtocol]

@badtrigger ( Vaas ) : 😈  Jump out of the shadows to scare/startle my muse // pov you're just trying to get a glass of water at 3am and your extortionist is in your house bc of course he is | Nonverbal RP Starters ( accepting )

Bare legged and in cream fuzzy slippers, Brianne lazily creeps down the back stairs to the open kitchen. Each step on her path is dimly illuminated with a series of automatic running lights. Mind is unwilling to let her sleep anymore then that first stretch. Regret for not taking that sleep aid and it being too late to do so now will torture her until the day’s last meeting. 

Opening the cupboard for a glass, peripheral movement shifts lazy sight to the cellar entrance when someone stumbles out, bottles in hand. She jumps, breath seeping in, her body stiffening as fingers fly to her chest to clutch the front of her matching short silk robe. “Vaas.” It’s him alright. Unmistakable in how his freaky red eyes peer back at her. “What in the bloody hell are you doing here?” Voice squeaks through gritted teeth, sight frantically searching elsewhere, fearing more Piratas tagged along to trash her home.

“This is not a hotel. Or an off-license or whatever it’s called.” In agitated and unnecessary whispers, she presses, and so does Vaas as he walks towards her. Her scantily dressed form slinks backwards until her back hits the counter. His threats on her when she’s alone ring in her head. “It’s 3am in the morning. What do you need at 3am in the morning? Besides my wine.” And probably more money. The other question is why she even has security if they just fail to tell her someone is in her home.

#badtrigger #⚘ ˚◞ answers ◞ 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝑜𝒻𝒻𝒾𝒸𝑒 𝒶𝓊𝓉𝑜𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝒸 𝓇𝑒𝓅𝓁𝓎. #⚘ ˚◞ interactions ◞ . #(( bri: * lil teapot whistling noises* ))

[saurile]

They're talking about not wanting kids until they have a career im crying they're seventeen (╥﹏╥)

#asgaghsgshshhsgssgshhs??????? so cute #teapot noises #the incredibly true adventures of two girls in love #just love love love this movie im melting wtf

[furiouskettle]

☕

#kiwidoodles #wasnt gonna post this one but i liked the lil shoulder angel and devil so #teapot noises

[yourhealthisinyourhands46]

#teapot noises #fallout #fallout oc #ghoul oc #my ocs #he doesnt have a name yet #he makes his own textiles and dyes #its a long long process but he has time

[mickstart]

God the entire last fifteen minutes of the ds9 season 5 finale is genuinely my favourite Trek moment ever it gives me chills every time no matter how many times I watch it I'm always awed like. Star Trek peaked.

#I always think the worst of it is over and then Rom finds Jake hiding in Quarks and I start falling apart again #the camera: cuts from dukat holding the baseball to siskos determined glare and the defiant and rotarran joining the fleet #me: literally starts making high pitched noises like a teapot

[amberlynnmurdock]

Neighbor

Matt Murdock x Reader

Summary: You're Matt Murdock's neighbor, and one night he hears you pray.

Words: Under 1k

A/N: I just be posting anything now lol wrote this in my notes app hope you like it!!!

The building was quiet most of the time, but unfortunately for Matt Murdock, that wasn't the case, ever. Most people couldn't hear apartments three doors down and the conversations that went on in them. But Matt could. And he could never avoid them.

He distracted himself from the outside noise with menial chores–cleaning whatever dishes were left in the sink, reorganizing glasses in the cabinet, and practicing his fighting. But when dusting and cleaning wasn't enough, when even the music he played couldn't drown out the noise, he tended to listen to a particular apartment: hers.

She lived alone. Right across the hall, diagonal from his own door. Of all the apartments he was forced to listen to day in and day out, hers was the most peaceful. The quietest. She didn't have loud conversations with anyone, she didn't have a dog who would bark in the middle of the night. Instead, she had a teapot on the stove that would whistle when ready; she spent most nights quietly flipping through pages of a book. She got up to that annoying phone alarm and trotted to the bathroom to get ready for work. Matt's not sure what she does, but sometimes he hears her come home late when he's about to get ready to patrol the streets as Daredevil.

Matt realized going over this in his head was a little more than creepy and trod the thin line of being a stalker, but his heightened senses and what they picked up on were unavoidable. The times he couldn't focus on anything else or tune out the other noises in the apartment he focused on hers because it was the most calming to his senses.

He's only run into her a handful of times on the rare occasion they both leave for work in the morning. One time, they both exited their apartments at the same time. She quietly waved good morning until she realized she waved at a blind man and then uttered a more audible "good morning." Most people would ignore the realization and awkwardly go about their day, but not her. She always made sure to say good morning from then on. Matt liked that–no, liked you.

Matt found himself eager to get home after work more often than not, in hopes of coming home at the same time as her. Anything to get a small interaction would be enough for him. Even if it was as small as her holding the door for him or wishing him a good night. He looked forward to these small interactions so much that if they didn't happen, Matt would have a much less than good day.

One night, though, when he was just about to let himself fall asleep after a rather rough night patrolling Hell's Kitchen, he heard her. He heard her in a way he hadn't before. From the hiccups, to the shaky breaths, and the lingering taste of salt in the air, he knew she was crying.

Matt shot up in bed as he began to listen more intently–what happened?

"Please, God," he heard her whispered prayer, "Please make sure I make it home safe and unharmed from work. Please. There's so much violence in this city and I'm scared to walk alone at night."

Matt took a shaky breath, gripping his silk sheets in his hands. She was scared, he confirmed. Well, rest assured, he thought. Tomorrow night, he would make sure she arrived home safely from work himself.

TO BE CONTINUED??? IDK.

#matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x you #matt murdock fanfic #matt murdock fluff #matt murdock angst #matt murdock one shot #daredevil fanfic #daredevil one shot #daredevil x reader #daredevil x you #charlie cox #daredevil #matt murdock #neighbor

[catcze]

No but ehat if like wriothesley had an s/o or maybe someone hes romantically interested in who he sees mostly in the fortress and then they go outside together one day and he's like "i never realized how beatiful you are in the sun" and hes all cute and blushin and shit OUGGH OUGH OUGH I'VE BEEN SHOT THROUGH THE HEART WRAAAAAGHHSHDH

OUGHHASDAS YOU AND ME BOTH U AND ME BOTH

Reblogs are greatly appreciated !!

When you set out on your day off, you weren't expecting to run into your boss— certainly not in a cafe, of all places.

"Your grace?" you ask hesitantly, approaching the table that Wriothesley and Sigewinne occupy. There's a litany of small desserts before them, as well as a teapot and two tea cups filled with rather aromatic tea. You run a hand over your top, trying to smooth any wrinkles that there may be. You certainly hadn't been expecting to run into him here! Oh, if you knew you would have dressed a little bit better. As it is, you were just here to hunt down an afternoon snack, and you certainly looked it.

But Wriothesley lights up at the sight of you, a small smile curling the edge of his lips. Sigewinne grins too, waving in welcome.

"Hello there!" She says pleasantly. "We weren't expecting to see you here!"

You chuckle. "Same here."

"But it seems like you've come at quite the opportune moment," Wriothesley says, beckoning you into one of the empty chairs of the table. He straightens a bit, slouching less in his seat, and leans forward on his elbows. That smile is still on his lips, and his gaze hasn't left you for a second. "I'm afraid we may have gone a bit overboard with our order. You'd be doing us a favor by having some." Sigewinne nods in agreement. You feel the blood rush to your face though, turning it warm.

"Oh, I couldn't impose like that, your grace—"

"Sure you can," Wriothesley's smile broadens then, and you get a hint of his canines in his smile. A slight hint of a dimple on his cheek. "I already said that you'd be doing us a favor, didn't I? Besides, you can drop the 'your grace' while we're here. Treat this like... a serendipitous meeting between friendly parties, rather than between coworkers."

And oh, if you thought that your face was warm before, it had practically doubled in temperature now. Not wanting him to hurry you any further, you plop in the seat. Sigewinne giggles, pouring you a cup of tea and handing it to you which you take with a word of thanks.

"Here," says Wriothesley. He gestures for you to hand him your plate, and as you do so, your fingers brush. It sends tingles up your arm, and you damn near drop the plate out of reflex. Wriothesley, judging by how he clears his throat, his ears turning several shades redder, is not unaffected either.

He fills the plate with lots of confectionaries, desserts, finger foods, and sandwiches, and all sorts of other things. Sigewinne points out some things for him to give you on occasion, and he happily takes her suggestion and gives you some. Well. You've certainly got your afternoon snack and thensome.

As Wriothesley hands the plate back to you, he pauses just as you've taken hold of the other side.

"You know... I think this is the first time I've seen you in broad daylight," he muses. His cheeks redden a bit, and he chuckles at himself under his breath. "The sunlight makes you look even more stunning than usual."

And you make an embarrassed noise, because archons, you might just be in need of medical assistance by the end of this, because there is no way the flipping of your heart is normal. You take the plate, looking down and away so he doesn't see your flustered expression, but he has anyway, if his small laugh is any indication.

"If you ever want to come back here, feel free to say so. My treat." Wriothesley offers, gazing at you with his chin resting on his palm. He looks at you like he never wants to look away. "I'd be happy to see you in this sunshine again, if you'd let me."

#astronetwrk #「 🐈‍⬛ 」 catcze.desserts #wriothesley x reader #genshin impact x reader #cw gn reader #genshin impact #wriothesley

[storiesoflilies]

juicy fruits

synopsis: in which toji just knows her too well.

no warnings at all, just one lil swear word! a little indulgent toji fluff for the soul. please reblog if you liked it! <3

link to drabble collection.

“oh my god, toji baby! look how good this looks!”

“ugh, can i just be there right now?”

“this looks too good to be real. seriously, how do they grow them like that?”

toji knew it was coming, just knew it. he glanced over at her from his spot in the kitchen. she was sitting there, all curled up on the sofa, with her fuzzy socks peeking out from underneath a woolen throw, scrolling away at her phone.

“you still watchin them videos, sweets?” toji hummed as nonchalantly as he possibly could, avoiding direct eye contact.

she sputtered excitedly, peeking her head over the sofa to look at him with pure starlight. “toji you should see it! when they cut into them, i’ve literally never seen such juicy looking fruits!” and then she disappeared into the sofa again.

“you know it’s probably not real, right? just some dumb influencers makin fake stuff look better than it is,” he mumbled, more so to himself, bitter as an old lemon, as he dried off the sopping wet dinner dishes.

toji heard her hands grip the edge of the sofa with a loud thwack! as she pulled herself up again, glaring at him. “they’re not dumb, and i like em!” and she vanished into her haven of heat in a dramatic huff.

he put down the wet dishrag, old as bones and quite filthy now, and started counting down from ten in his head.

ten.

nine.

eight.

sev-

“toji?”

bingo.

“yes, sweets?”

a few delicate lip smacks, little popping bubbles, sealing in the pattern of hers that toji knew how to draw even in his sleep. “i kinda want some juicy fruits now.”

and there it was, he was in for it now.

toji groaned, and wrung the rag with fervor. “oh baby, the shops are going to close now. there’ll be no good fruits left.”

she sputtered an unintelligible noise that was unequivocally hers. “But, but!” As if her cravings could somehow bend the rules of time and space, and open up the doors of the store just for her.

“we’ll get some juicy fruits tomorrow, how about that?”

and toji could feel that big dopey heart of hers crack just a little, her taste buds crying into a fit of not having their – her – cravings satisfied at that very moment.

“you promise?” she mumbled, throwing her phone somewhere in between the rolling hills of the throw, and crossed her arms over the sofa to look up at him.

look up at him with those big, beautiful eyes that were a book to her soul; an instruction manual on how to build together the entirety that was her. those eyes of hers, melting all the hard edges of him into something softer, more malleable.

dammit.

hook, line…

and sinker.

he is toji fushiguro after all, procurer of all the weird and wonderful things of his sweetheart’s passing whims.

toji sighed deeply, giving her a pointed look as he strode over to her and held both sides of her face, planting a well-earned kiss on her forehead. “i promise, sweets.”

the next morning, at precisely 9:37 a.m., she woke up to find no wonderfully warm embrace from her big, burly man. she frowned, patting the immediate vicinity of the bed with her eyes closed. when that didn’t somehow magically make toji appear, she cracked open her eyes like a teapot lid and heard the rustling of plastic bags somewhere in the apartment.

“right. ok, ow! fuck sa-!”

“toji?”

the scuffling stopped, as if she wasn’t supposed to hear whatever toji was up to. she got out of bed, placed her slippers on her feet, and went out at once to investigate. what she certainly didn’t expect to see was toji grappling with a pineapple, and an array of brightly colored fruits on the countertop like a feast of rainbows.

mangos, oranges.

strawberries, peaches.

grapes, grapefruits.

raspberries, blackberries.

even pink and yellow dragonfruits! she couldn’t even recall ever trying one of those before.

her heart melted into tiny teeny snowflakes as she licked her lips; the craving in her brain sent signals for her mouth to prepare to eat, and eat well.

“sorry, did i wake you up?” toji grumbled, glaring daggers at the prickly fruit he was gripping. “this stupid thing. i should have just paid for precut pieces, but i thought it was a waste of money.”

“wha- did you wake up early to get all this?”

“uh, yeah. the fruits would be freshest first thing in the mornin, right?”

she giggled, and he barely had time to turn around before her arms were wrapped around his midriff, her face buried in the dip of his back.

“you’re the sweetest, most juciest fruit i could ever find,” she said, as if that was the most sensible thing in the whole world to say.

the tips of toji’s ears turned a shade of strawberry red, and he mumbled something along the lines of, “yeah, yeah, you’re my sweet fruit too. you wanna help me cut this damn thing?”

general taglist: @tadabzzzbee

#toji fushiguro x reader #toji x reader #toji x you #toji x y/n #toji fluff #jjk toji #toji fushiguro #toji drabbles #jujutsu kaisen toji #fushiguro toji #toji zenin #toji my beloved #jujutsu kaisen

[reixtsu]

Wanderer Meeting Scarameow

Wanderer x gn reader (gender is not specified)

You/your pronouns used

Genre: Fluff

Synopsis: You and your partner Wanderer were cuddling in a rainy day until you heard scratching at your door.

On a rainy day in Teyvat, the idea of your teapot experiencing rainfall never crossed your mind. The steady pattering of raindrops outside created the perfect atmosphere as you and Wanderer cozied up together within your home.

Snuggled on the warm couch, you played the role of the big spoon while Wanderer nestled as the small spoon. His head rested comfortably on your chest, his closed eyes radiating contentment. Wanderer's uncharacteristic affection was a pleasant surprise, a welcome change from his usual snarky remarks that seemed to be his default language.

While the cozy ambiance enveloped you, a faint scratching at your door abruptly caught your attention. Your heart skipped a beat, panic welling up inside you. You raised your head to inspect the door, and the scratching persisted. Oddly, it didn't carry a menacing tone; instead, it was a shallow, almost pitiful sound.

Curious, you began to rise from the couch, but Wanderer promptly stopped your attempt. "Hey, where do you think you're going?" he grumbled, shooting you an annoyed glance with one eye.

"Wanderer, did you hear that scratching?" You softly murmured into his ear, your fingers unconsciously toying with his deep blue locks.

The man grumbled, adjusting his position to rest more comfortably against you. "Didn't hear it, don't care,"  he mumbled before pressing his face into your chest.

You sighed, attempting to sit up, though it proved to be quite a struggle. Wanderer persistently pushed you back down as you fought to rise. If only he could be clingy all the time.

"Wanderer, let me-"

"No."

"But-"

"Do I shower you with affection like this often? Forget the noise and relish this moment of my love,"  Wanderer mumbled, his lips gently brushing the tip of your chin.

You nibbled your lip, struggling to refrain from showering him with tender kisses. He was being adorable – an infrequent yet strong card he played when he didn't feel like being his usual snarky self. Even though you yearned to stay on the couch with your beloved, the scratching continued, accompanied by a pitiful meow.

"Did I hear...a cat sound?" You mumbled to yourself, finally managing to sit up entirely, much to Wanderer's displeasure.

"Well even if you did, it's pouring outside!" Wanderer whined, another uncommon occurrence. You made a mental note to tease him for such later. Despite his protests, you gently freed yourself from his cozy embrace and made your way to the door. Wanderer sighed reluctantly, sitting up and running a hand through his hair as he observed you heading toward the door.

You approached your door with caution, and upon reaching it, you gingerly cracked it open to peek outside. To your astonishment, there was nothing to be seen.

"Huh?" You said in a hushed tone. You were about to walk away when you heard another meow.

"Mew," you glanced down and met the gaze of a dark blue cat with large, watery indigo eyes. The mere sight of the forlorn, rain-soaked feline stirred an immediate desire within you to care for it.

"Wanderer!" You called out, scooping up the cat and cradling it in your arms. You hurried over to your partner. "Look, it's a cat!"

The man in question merely squinted at the cat as you enthusiastically presented it to him. Wanderer shot a disapproving glance at the cat, mocking it with a scoff and a roll of his eyes. "It's just a silly, soaked furball."

You pouted. "Don't say that… He looks like you."

The expression of pure amusement on Wanderer's face was indescribable. He let out a scoffing laugh. "Don't be ridiculous. How does that cat look like me?"

"He just does," you shrugged.

Wanderer let out an audible sigh of disapproval. Nevertheless, he cautiously extended his hand towards the cat, hoping it would sniff him. To his dismay, the cat responded with snarls and hisses, prompting Wanderer to recoil in distaste. Just as he was moving his hand away, the cat angrily swatted at him.

"The hell?!" Wanderer grumbled angrly, rubbing the spot the cat swatted. He glared daggers at the cat as the cat retreated nonchalantly into your chest. His frown deepened, growing more and more disapproving of the cat.

"Oh, Scarameow..." You tenderly stroked the cat's head, cradling it like a distressed baby.

"Don't tell me... You've already bestowed that ridiculous cat with a lousy name?!"  Wanderer gasped, aghast and disbelieving. He couldn't fathom how the cat was obviously manipulating you with its supposed 'cuteness'.

You expressed your disapproval with a hmph, giving the cat a gentle pat. The cat's damp fur was gradually seeping into your clothing, but you chose to overlook that for the time being. "It looks like you, so I'm naming it accordingly," you affirmed.

Wanderer gazed at you, a blend of disappointment and envy in his eyes. Although he wouldn't confess it right then, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of anger toward the cat for diverting your focus from him. He recognized the absurdity of his emotions, which is why he refrained from discussing them with you. Nonetheless, Wanderer crossed his arms and regarded you with an irritable expression.

"Fine. Do as you please,"  Wanderer grumbled. "But that cat is damp and odorous, and if you don't clean it up soon, you'll end up smelling just like that wretched feline."

You knew that beneath the annoying, indifferent exterior he was displaying, there was a hidden, but small, concern for the cat. You smiled at this idea, and walked away to the bathroom with a content smile.

"I'll be right back, love," You said with that angelic tone you always have when you're in a good mood.

Slightly perplexed, Wanderer let out a frustrated sigh as he settled back onto the couch. "Archons above, I can't stand how much I care about them. The lengths I go to for their well-being..." He muttered under his breath. While his choice of words was negative, the tone of his voice held a lighthearted quality, almost affectionate.

While Wanderer might not have a fondness for the cat, Scarameow, he had intentions of allowing you to care for it until the rain ceased. As long as you were content and he received cuddles and affection from you now and then, he figured he could endure the inconvenience. 

Even for just a while.

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Author-kun's notes: This is my first Wanderer x Reader or Genshin Impact x Reader content that I have ever made! Being the simp I am (not???), I mostly read other's x reader work. Though I do write my own x reader content in Milgram and Bungou Stray Dogs, I wanted to write some Genshin content here too! I do love Wanderer with all my heart. He is the first Genshin character I saw and instantly fell in love with. I just gotta make sure he doesn't see my other waifus and husbandos. (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)

#Genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #anime #Genshin impact x y/n #Genshin impact x you #Genshin x y/n #Genshin x you #genshin imagines #genshin impact #Scaramouche x reader #Scaramouche x you #Scaramouche x y/n #wanderer x reader #wanderer x y/n #wanderer x you #wanderer fluff #Genshin fluff #Genshin fan fiction #scarameow #wanderer Genshin #Scarameow x reader #Reixtsu

[myloveismylevi]

Just a lil weepy thinking about post-war dadvi, his little boy (5? 6?) wanting to make tea for his Dad the way he’s seen him do it a million times, because he just loves him so much and admires him and wants to make him the happiest Dad in the world, but he’s still so little compared to the world around him, so he pulls a chair over to the counter and climbs on it, putting water in the teapot, opening the canister of tea leaves, and pulling a teacup - Levi’s favorite teacup - out of the cabinet. but his hands are small, and when he tries to climb down from the chair the cup slips from his hand and breaks on the kitchen floor.

So, naturally Levi comes hurrying (as much as he can on his stiff knee) into the kitchen to see what produced the noise, and finds the chaos his little one has produced on the counter, and him, kneeling on the ground, with shards of porcelain in front of him. And when his father stands in the doorway, he looks up at him, tears collecting at his lash line.

“I’m sorry, Daddy…” he’ll whimper.

“What happened?” Levi’ll ask in his usual monotone voice, but there’s a softness behind it.

And the boy will try to explain, tears rolling down his face, feeling so awful for making a mess, and for breaking his Dad’s favorite cup, and for not being able to take care of Daddy the way Daddy takes care of him, because he’s got Levi’s same bleeding heart beating in his chest, the one that wants to take care, the one wants to be strong and independent. But also his introspection, his emotion, his sensitivity and empathy.

And Levi’ll be transported back to his own childhood, the teacup that belonged to his mom, the one that they had to sell, the one he tried to get back, but couldn’t. And his heart will ache so bad to think that his child, his sweet perfect angle of a thing, feels even a fraction of the hurt he felt over a piece of porcelain, because of his utter devotion to him.

And he’ll take the boy in his arms, and he’ll hold him close, and he’ll tell him patiently and gently, in his Levi way, that a cup is just a thing, and what matters most is that he wasn’t hurt. And how much he appreciates the boy wanting to do a nice thing for him, but that what he was doing was dangerous, and how important it is that he be more careful, because stoves are hot, and chairs can tip, and broken porcelain can cut one of his 10 miraculous sweet little fingers, and there are thousands of teacups to replace what broke but nothing in all of eternity could replace the boy, living and breathing, that he holds fast to his chest. (His voice is quiet, words grammatically simple, and his tone is steady but his heart is physically ACHING and flailing in his chest from how much love is trying to squeeze into it rn)

And Levi tells his son, in plain English (Eldian? Idk?), that he loves him, and that he always will, because with a tiny mind and heart at stake, there’s no room for beating around the bush with that talk like he often does. And he tells him that his parents will help him to do whatever he wants to do, and to ask for help next time.

Because if only someone’d told Levi, when he was that small, that they would help him. If someone has just loved him, and ALWAYS been there… how much easier he could’ve breathed all those years. The prospect of not having to constantly be afraid to feel. To fail.

It’s all he can think about - how he can do better, give more, than what he had - even in a moment as seemingly small as this.

(I’m sorry.)

#Fridays are for Levi thoughts? #post war levi is my favorite Levi #and postwar dadvi is my FAVORITE favorite Levi #literally just want him to heal vicariously through his bby #levi rambles #leviackerman #levi thoughts #levi aot #snk levi #levi attack on titan #levi ackerman #post war levi #levi headcanons #dad levi