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my-mt-heart · 2 years

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Season 11 reads like AK was strapped to the front fender of the car rather than driving the thing. I have been wondering about who's actually responsible for this season's mess ever since the beginning of B block since you don't go from resurrecting a show way past its prime (I can't emphasize enough how great a feat that is!) to not being able to construct a cohesive season arc. Sadly, AK has probably known since she changed her instagram that there would be no spinoff for her.

The little moments: Connie wanting to go w/ Carol, the lingering Caryl looks, Carol tending to Maggie's cheek—those feel like someone's desperately trying to add the actual story in the cracks of a crowded script. I don't want to make you all go TLDR; by giving a point-by-point as to why I think Gimple's providing the notes, but his John Hancock is all over this season. There's definitely studio intervention and it goes far back, to the start of the season.

S11 is very male-driven: it's about Daryl, Eugene, Hornsby, Aaron, Gabriel... We even have more Tomi than Yumiko. Even though there's Maggie (and Leah), we don't get any emotional depth to them, just like we didn't get enough of a red thread to Carol's emotional arc in S6 beyond MMB's nonverbal cues. We have more insight into Hornsby than Maggie. Alpha was well-rounded and Leah could have topped her for scariest villain, because her trajectory would have started out as 'likable' girlfriend.

It feels like there's no point to Pamela Milton; she's wallpaper and a waste of a good actress. There's none of that intricate emotional interplay between Milton and Hornsby that we got with Alpha and Beta. They were foils for Carol and Daryl, but we have no such parallel with Milton and Hornsby, which beggars the question, why? The setup is perfect but squandered, and we know this is something AK can do beautifully.

[I may have worked out how to submit a wall of text! :P – secret friend]

All really great observations. The weird framing of the story was definitely something I caught onto, though I attributed a lot of it to scrambling to tie up loose ends for supporting characters whose stories would be coming to an official close by the end of the season and having way too many supporting characters to do that for. Now that you mention it, I absolutely see how a lot of it is centered around men while there is no emotional realism for the women. Maggie being forced to trust Negan, Carol and Connie not checking in with each other, Carol and Leah not having a confrontation despite the big roles they’ve both played in Daryl’s life. Kang spoiled us in S10 and imagining what she could’ve delivered in S11 if she was really in the drivers seat is...sigh.

#caryl #caryl deserved better #carol peletier #carol peletier deserved better #melissa mcbride #melissa mcbride deserved better #angela kang #angela kang deserved better #darylneedscarol #lookattheflowersamc #weaintashescollective

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megexpress · 1 year

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*changes my phone wallpaper to Caryl*

I am manifesting.

#Caryl #i might actually watch the finale #havent watched since 11a cuz idrc anymore #but caryl is still one of my top ships of all time #and i do hope they have SOME satisfying conclusion #even if we all know that the spinoff screwed us lol

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scarletrotted · 11 months

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GET TO KNOW THE MUN.

What’s your phone wallpaper : A crossover fanart of Journey and Abzu. Last song you listened to : Touch (feat. Jue) - Bronze. Currently reading : Sword of Destiny by Andrzej Sapkowski. Last movie : Saw Suzume no Tojimari yesterday. Last show : Puella Magi Madoka Magica. What are you wearing right now : T-shirt and lounge shorts. Piercings / tattoos? : I have a tattoo of the Eye Caryll Rune on my forearm and an orbital piercing on the top of my ear. Glasses? Contacts? : Just glasses, atm. I need to get my contacts prescription updated though. I miss contacts. Last thing you ate? : Snaps pretzels. Yes, the shapes make a difference. Favorite color(s)? : Green and blues. Current obsession : Korean skincare. Do you have a crush right now? : :) Favorite fictional character : God help me lol uh- Malenia, G’raha Tia, Lady Maria- please don’t do this to me. Don’t make me pick.

Tagged by: @nazorneku // This was stressful, how dare you. Thanks. (jk thank you c:) Tagging: All ya’ll.

#Beneath the gilded helm. ( Out of Character )#'Your strength...extraordinary.' ( Dash Games )

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sofiloveslove · 2 years

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this scene is too cute so I made a wallpaper

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#caryl #carol and daryl #bestfriends #caryl endgame #twd #caryl twd #caryl and darol #caryl fan art #caryl wallpaper #twd wallpaper #daryl Dixon #carol peletier #otp: bestfriends in love during an apocalypse

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everyone-love-yourself-to-death · 4 years

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Best character ever.

#Carol peletier #Wallpaper #Twd #The walking dead #The walking dead wallpaper #Carol peletier wallpaper #Caryl #Caryl wallpaper #lockscreen #Carol peletier lockscreen #twdedit

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life-imitates-art-far-more · 4 years

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Charles Caryl Coleman (1840-1928) “Quince Blossoms” (1878) Oil on canvas Located in the Virginia Museum of Fine Arts, Richmond, Virginia, United States

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babyara · 4 years

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# Daryl Dixon & Carol Peletier (The Walking Dead)

#the walking dead #daryl dixon #carol peletier #caryl #norman reedus #melissa mcbride #graphic: wallpaper #my graphic

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stufficonsx · 6 years

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— the walking dead like or reblog don't repost

#the walking dead #twd #carl #enid #enid x carl #glenn #maggie #gleen x maggie #matching lockscreens #locks metadinhas #lockscreens metadinhas #wallpaper #twd couples #michonne #michonne x rick #rick #caryl

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evelynpoc · 7 years

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I couldn't avoid it! 🙈... love these pictures!!! ❤️#wallpaper #twd #twdfamily #twd100 #thewalkingdead #caryl #caryl4life #carol #caroldixon #daryldixon #melissamcbride #queenmcbride #normanreedus #bigbaldhead @bigbaldhead

#queenmcbride #caryl #thewalkingdead #caryl4life #carol #daryldixon #twd #normanreedus #bigbaldhead #caroldixon #twd100 #twdfamily #melissamcbride #wallpaper

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let-the-sun-rain-down-on-meee · 6 years

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Tag Thing

Rules: Tag 10 people you want to get to know

I was tagged by @breakneckptv and @lilly-silence Thanks so much you two <3 I’m super late, i know, sorry ^^

Star sign? libra

Gender? female

Height? 178 cm ???

Sexuality? bi

Wallpaper? the one on my phone? Vic Fuentes

Where do you hope to see yourself in ten years? hopefully i’ll have published at least one book (i only write in my freetime, but it’s my dream to publish something one day :D)

Where would you rather be right now? nowhere else, i’m pretty comfortable in my bed

Coolest Halloween costume? One that i’ve had? Then vampire i think :)

Favorite 90s Tv show? The Nanny for sure! 😍

Last Kiss? Kissed my father goodbye yesterday

Ever been stood up? no (thank god, that’d feel horrible)

Favorite pair of shoes? black vans, high tops

Favorite fruit? mango and blueberries

Stupidest thing you’ve ever done? when there’s awkward silence, i tend to talk just to fill the silence, so i say some pretty stupid shit sometimes lmao i can feel the shame again rn

Favorite book? the Throne of Glass Series

Favorite gif? i don’t have one

I tag @theindiesciencegirl @dekaythepunk @vctrfuentes @caryled@carryonmypotterhead @anemoqhobiaa @alltimewow @besitoschris if you guys want to and haven’t done it yet :)

#tagged

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shimmershae · 7 years

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"You can't just sit there all day." (a Walking Dead One Shot, Caryl + Sophia).

Obviously AU.

Just a little Daddy Daryl sweetness for you (and for me, hahaha) before you go to bed. Daryl comforts Sophia. That's it. That's all you're getting, lol.

Could be set in the same universe as "I'm dying." Doesn't have to be. You decide.

Enjoy.

“You can’t just sit there all day. Been a couple of days now.”

Tucking her pink nose between her updrawn knees, Sophia gazed up at him with tear-swollen, blood shot eyes.

She looked so sad and so pitiful, pale beneath her freckles, that Daryl felt his resolve start to crack, but a throat clearing quietly in the hallway outside the kid’s bedroom had him squaring his shoulders and trying again. “C’mon,” he encouraged gruffly. “Ain’t doin’ yourself no good holin’ up in here.”

Fingers toying anxiously with the hems of her pajama pants, the preteen shook her head and mumbled a refusal, her frayed pigtails putting an exclamation point on the whole matter. “I don’t want to.”

He sighed. “Know you don’t.” His hand hovered in the air for several indecisive seconds before he gently cupped her head, the rough callouses catching in the silky softness of her hair. “Know you don’t,” he repeated. “But we all do things we don’t want to sometimes.”

Unconsciously leaning into his touch, Sophia sniffled in answer. Her eyes gravitated to her open laptop and her chin wobbled again. “It’s not fair.”

“Life ain’t fair, Sweetheart,” Daryl told her. “Never has been. Don’t mean we give up and stop tryin’.”

With another look at the wallpaper on her computer and the image of the young man smiling there, she gave him a brave if watery smile. “He wouldn’t want that.”

“He wouldn’t,” he somberly agreed. His hand slid down to cup her smooth cheek, his blunt thumb catching the shiny tear that escaped despite her best efforts. “He was a pretty good guy.”

Sophia’s nostrils flared as she fought to control her emotions. In the end, she surprised them both by launching herself into his startled embrace, her skinny arms winding tight around his waist and her tears soaking into his gray shirt. “…the best.”

Her words were muffled against the fabric but Daryl caught enough. Dropping an awkward kiss to the top of her hair, he took a step back and stared down into her upturned, trusting face. “Got some of that Rocky Road ice cream you like. S’in the kitchen. You give your mama one of them hugs like you just gave me, know for a fact she won’t say nothin’ ‘bout you ruinin’ your appetite for supper.”

Sophia gave his waist one more lingering squeeze. “I’m so glad you married us, Daryl.”

Choked up as he caught his wife’s touched, teary blue gaze in his periphery, he could only nod and offer up a gruff “Me, too.” When the kid excused herself to go wash her face and change into some fresh, clean clothes, he turned to the doorway. “Can come on in, you know. Thinkin’ it’s safe.”

Sheepishly, Carol stepped over the threshold and let her shoulder lean against the wall. She eyed him with pride, her lips curling into a soft, loving smile. “I’d say you handled that pretty well. Better than me even.”

He shook his head in disbelief but a small part of him was pretty pleased with himself so he didn’t protest further, just welcomed her as she walked into his waiting arms and pressed a sweet kiss to the well of his throat. “Don’t want her watchin’ that show no more. All it does is disappoint her.”

“Me, neither,” she agreed, standing on tiptoe to feather another kiss to his stubbled cheek. “He really was one of the best characters. A cinnamon roll too precious for this world. Definitely crush-worthy. I still can’t believe they killed him off. It really killed the heart of the show.”

Daryl snorted into the kiss she attempted to give him on the mouth. “Stahp. Cinnamon roll? Please.”

Carol grinned at him, tugging him down to kiss him soundly on his smirking lips before revealing, “Sophia thinks you’re a cinnamon roll.”

“She does?”

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sienna27 · 6 years

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I really like my current laptop wallpaper :) It’ll likely change soon, but it was the perfect HD shot to ‘crisply’ fill the whole screen. It can be difficult to find those in Caryl and/or Mcreedus shots without having to screw around with them first :)

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everyone-love-yourself-to-death · 4 years

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C & D

#carol petelier #carol & daryl #queen carol #carol #carol peletier #twd family #twd #twdedit #Twd wallpaper #the walking dead wallpaper #Wallpaper #lockscreen #caryl edit #caryl wallpaper #caryl #caryl positivity #Caryl lockscreen

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catsbrak · 7 years

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tagged by @vampirestanloveswerewolfmike thank you love ❤️❤️

Rules: tag 10 of your followers you want to get to know better

Name: tori

Gender: female

Star sign: cancer

Height: 5'5

Sexuality: bisexual

What images do you have set as your desktop/cell wallpapers?: desktop is flowers. lock screen is a cute pic of reddie and home screen is the ship caryl from the walking dead!

Have you ever had a crush on a teacher?: yes

What was your last text message? "could it be because ur a bitch"

What do you see yourself doing in 10 years?: with kids and a cute/funny partner and being super happy

If you could be anywhere else right now, where would you be?: wow ummm maybe in the mountains with some warm clothes and a tent so i could be under lots of stars, that sounds super nice right now

What was your coolest Halloween costume?: i was once princess jasmine and a little girl thought i was really her and it was really cute

What was your favorite 90s show?: friends, johnny bravo, the nanny, family guy, fresh prince, ed edd n eddy, tom and jerry (sorry i can't choose)

Who was your last kiss?: holy shit, a boy named connor outside of round table pizza

Have you ever been stood up?: technically no, but for an ""online date"" yeah

Favorite ice cream flavor?: cherries jubilee, americone dream (fcking love ice cream)

Have you been to Las Vegas?: nope

Your favorite pair of shoes?: super cute black strapped wedges i got recently

What is your favorite fruit?: kiwi but i also like peaches (even tho im allergic to fruit)

What’s your favourite book?: i like the outsiders, hunger games, memoirs of a geisha, harry potter, etc I LIKE BOOKS I JUST NEVER HAVE TIME TO READ SO THESE ARE OLD

What’s the stupidest thing you’ve ever done?: wasted six years letting myself be manipulated because i thought i was in loooOooove

What loser?: eddie bcos i feel like im just like him

tagging: @richietoaster @kaspbrakstrashmouth @miiketoziier @wyattvevo @get-fcking-reddie @finn-wolfhard-mx (if you already did this or don't want to, ignore me)

i can't think of 10 just do this if you want to!

#me #about the loser

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bellringermal · 7 years

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I have a low key headcanon that gherman used to craft things like dolls in his spare time before the hunters workshop perhaps as a means to make extra money, albeit smaller ones for children, which explains why he made such a lifelike doll so easily and maybe even why he's good at making clothes and weapons for hunters

Daisy and I have a pretty similar headcanon :)

Gehrman was always fascinated by small, pretty things since childhood. He used to cut figurines from newspapers and make little toys out of straw and scraps of clothing that he then had to keep hidden in a box under the floorboards because his father would’ve considered them girly and infantile.

[Pic from “Andersen. Zhizn bezlyubvi” because obscure period dramas are my jam. And if you read some of my posts before, you probably know that my fan fiction, from which 90% of my lore theories stemmed from, is a massive mixture of period dramas/gothic novels/historical figures’ biographies and even fucking Tchaikovsky ballets that I like very very VERY much.)

He hadn’t the worst childhood ever, but it was tough for a scrawny, quiet boy like him to be forced into combat training at such a young age. When he got hired at Byrgenwerth (and escaped his father’s clutches, so to speak) he could finally do whatever the heck he wanted in his free time and Dores and Edmund, being respectively a scholar and a handyman, encouraged his love for books and for tinkering with anything within range.

In our story, Master Willem selects his students and assistants because of their special talents and is (to an almost unbelievable level :P) able to ‘see greatness’ in them even before said greatness manifests. Willem is, to put it simply, a talent scout :P That is why he often recruits extremely young people like Caryll (9) and Micolash (14) only to then groom them into loyal students while enhancing their innate abilities.

With Gehrman, it was no different. And when many of his ‘hobbies’ became an integral part of his job, he began to take them really seriously and actually devoted entire years of work and research to the development of the spring mechanisms that made trick weapons possible and basic hunting gear, reason why all future hunter uniforms are based on that first model that he made out his own everyday clothes. When asked about his profession, he doesn’t see himself as a ‘weaponsmith’ but as ‘something more akin to a clockmaker’.

He obviously has his own (quite creepy) collection of little dolls and carillons but he keeps it in his room reason why not many of his students are aware of it, just like they don’t know about his secret stash of cheap romance novels :P. The rough instruments of death that he crafts at the workshop with Archibald’s assistance are in stark contrast with the delicate clockwork toys that are found on his desk next to the tiny tools and watchmaker magnifying glasses.

[Pics from “Nutcracker the motion picture” 1986]

Lil extract from my fanfic below the cut because I think I’m getting decent at translating this crap XD

[Picture from ‘Crimson Peak’. Thomas Sharpe lil workshop in the attic. It’s a trope and I love it.]

As she looked around, Maria could see that that wasn’t the workplace of an amateur. Screwdrivers, pincers and labeled boxes brimming with bolts and stain springs of any size filled the dustless shelves of cedar wood as two big oil lamps lit the quiet, humble room of the First Hunter uniformly projecting their glow on the desk. The floral wallpaper was almost completely hidden by three huge cork boards covered in blueprints and heavy metal chains ran down from the ceiling just like they did in the actual Workshop. But instead of dangling siderite blades, what floated over the noblewoman’s head were cogs as big as those she has seen on the pedestal of the Lunarium’s telescope.

It was then that she remembered that Gehrman was also asked to keep the elevator at the edge of the woods in working order so that students could get from Yharnam’s outskirts straight to the college without venturing too far into the forest.

How many tasks was that man assigned to, again? Hunter Chief, groundskeeper, weaponsmith, handyman… Master Willem better be paying him generously, she thought as she wondered if her teacher’s room was always that organized and clean or if he had tidied it up for the occasion.

No matter the answer, it felt like something WAS out of place. Actually, it felt like something was missing. As she scanned the shelves, one in particular caught her eye. Like the others, it was perfectly clean but instead of harboring meticulously organized tools and parts it was empty except for one small, bizarre shiny thing that Maria mistook for a golden egg at first glance. She took the weird object in her hands only to discover a small key inserted in its round side. A wind-up toy? She herself owned a few of those when she was little, one had the shape of a carousel and its curtains lifted once the key was turned, revealing a row of tiny running horses. What was hidden inside that golden egg? A mechanical goose, perhaps? She knew the fairytale by heart.

Won by her own curiosity and without even asking herself why stern old Gehrman would even possess such a thing, she turned the key three times, balancing the egg on the palm of her gloved hand. When the mechanism clicked, she realized that something was not working as intended since the petals in which the golden-finished surface was split into could barely move. Perhaps it was broken, or some parts were missing. Still, the tiny clockwork prisoner trapped inside the shell kept bouncing and clicking inside the egg, almost begging to be freed. She gently pressed upon the tip, parting the petals with her thumbs as a twinkling sound filled the silent room with a familiar tune. It was the central portion of a folk song often sang during weddings and Spring celebrations. Finally free from its golden shell, a graceful female figure now danced on the huntress palm. The little automata was unpainted and naked, clearly unfinished, with only a ribbon tied around her metal torso, probably marking her waist point before a dress could be made for her. Her hair was cast in copper, each lock finely chiseled.

Gehrman snatched the toy from her fingers before she could even realize he had entered the room. How did she remain oblivious to his presence for so long, she didn’t know, but the entrancing dance of the little figure was most likely to be blamed.

“I-it’s not finished! Don’t look at it!”

“Have you made it?” She asked with a smile, seeing how he cradled the little thing in the cup of his large, bony hands. “It’s lovely. I am no expert, but it looks really well made.”

He nervously brushed the back of his head “Well… thanks.”

“I didn’t know you were into such cute little things. It… suits you. Somehow.” The ballerina was still spinning on her pointy feet when the First Hunter placed the carillon on the shelf and turned to the desk.

“Have you brought your gun, Maria? Let me see what’s wrong with it.”

She blinked. She had almost forgotten why she came to the hunter’s room in the first place. “Oh, yes I believe the flintlock is broken. Or at least parts of it.“

“Let me see it.” She handed the Evelyn to her teacher, but her attention was still on the little doll. “Have you made more of these?” She asked as the mechanism came to a stop and the ballerina froze in place, her body tilted in a slightly unnatural position.

“Of what?”

Maria raised an eyebrow, unamused. “Wind-up toys, Gehrman.”

The silver screwdriver he was using to remove the flintlock from the beautiful wooden frame of the Cainhurst gun shook between his fingers, but a warm smile appeared on his lips. “It’s a guilty pleasure of mine.”

Maria rested her back against one of the shelves “Why ‘guilty’? I know people that would pay a fortune for stuff like this.”

“I guess I could devote myself to it once I retire. If I don’t get killed first.” “Gehrman’s toyshop, mh? Doesn’t sound bad. You could make tiny stain hunters and beasts that open their jaws and roar. I used to steal my cousin’s stain soldiers and wooden swords. Why do boys always get the better toys?“

“Not fond of your dolls, I presume.”

“I had so many, but truly cherished only one of them, Janice, a brunette. She was engaged to one of Ghislain’s stain officers even if she was almost three times his size. Perhaps he went to war because he was afraid of her.”

Gehrman chuckled, as his capable hands carefully replaced the gun’s splinter “I’m not sure about that, as our dear Konrad proves, some men really like their women tall.”

Maria sat down on the desk next to him to watch him work, oblivious to the sudden blushing of his cheeks now that her well-toned thighs were so close to his elbow.

“Janice really looked a bit like Gratia now that I think about it. Now… why don’t you tell me where you hid all your other creations? That empty shelf is really suspicious, you know?” She teased him, crossing her legs.

It was in moments like that that Gehrman questioned his own judgemental skills. Was she truly flirting with him or was it all just wishful thinking?

He snapped out of confusion bringing back his attention to the Evelyn “You have a good eye.”

“So I’ve been told.”

“I stored them all in the drawer right under the shelf. Not so imaginative. Nor that far from their original placement.”

She didn’t move, her eyes wandering on the First Hunter’s angular face. “Why have you hid them?”

“At times I just feel more comfortable around machines than people.” he admitted, letting out a long sigh. “At times I even prefer beasts to people.”

Maria threw her head back, dangling her legs like a child on a swing. “Don’t we all?”

He moved the gun closer to the oil lamp “…it should work now. But let’s wait till it’s morning to try it. We don’t want to scare everyone to death by firing a few shots so late at night.”

“Definitely not. Thank you so much, Gehrman.” She took the short musket from the man’s hand and placed it back in her holster. “So, about that drawer…” “FINE! I’ll show you.” He blurted and Maria returned his slightly annoyed glance with a smile.

Gehrman rose from his chair, suddenly reminding the young woman of his impressive height. Considering his quiet and reserved behavior, it was easy to imagine him as one of those small fellows who always get trampled upon in boisterous crowds, but his appearance didn’t fit such a mental image at all.

He crossed the room and pull out a key from the pocket of his sage green vest to open the mysterious drawer. “Promise me you won’t laugh.”

Maria tilted her head “I can’t promise such a thing. Your expression is already pretty hilarious to look at.”

He sighed again, slowly opening the drawer. It was well worth the risk. After all, Maria looked even prettier when she smiled.

#anon ask #headcanons #gehrman the first hunter

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