#i apologize for the wait

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Hi Max can we have a Star Wars UA supercorp?

(A continuation of my existing Stars Wars AU)

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When the Jedi Council advises her and J'onn that the Empire has gained a new Sith, Kara knows they’re in trouble. Rumors of the Sith’s strength spreads rapidly, and soon Kara sees the carnage for herself, tracking the Sith’s movements through the galaxy but never quite catching them.

Until, one day, Kara and J'onn arrive on a planet untouched by violence. A trade center supported by peaceful agrarians. But the peace didn’t last long. As soon as night fell– this Sith and their Imperial forces only ever attacked at night– the boom of cannon fire roused the village into a screaming panic.

Kara and J'onn try to evacuate the townspeople to safety, battling the soldiers that managed to encroach close enough to meet them in direct conflict. The second, large unit of soldiers is dealt with, leaving Kara and J'onn breathless from the exertion, and for a moment Kara thinks they might have earned a brief reprieve.

But then, almost as soon as the hope crosses her mind, Kara hears the stomp of approaching scout walkers marching closer. As she turns towards the sound, she sees them.

The Sith.

Dressed in blacks as dark as the night around them, Kara might not have seen them if not for the backlight of encroaching flames. Their cloak flaps in the wind, head shrouded by a deep hood, obscuring their features. But Kara can feel them– a dark ominous energy pouring through the Force, filling her with a dread unlike anything Kara has felt before.

She almost falters, nearly taking a step back, before J'onn is at her side, his presence calm and steadfast.

“Do not waver,” he tells her. “They are powerful, but so are we.”

Kara nods. With a flick of her wrist, she activates her lightsaber. Its familiar hum serves to further steady her, building her confidence. She has not come this far to fall victim to her fear now.

J’onn activates his weapon as well, calm green to her burning red. For a moment, they wait to see what the Sith might do. Curiously, their opponent doesn’t activate their own saber. They do nothing but stare, as still and immutable as stone. Jara shoots J'onn a look, who nods his readiness.

Without a word between them they break into a dead sprint, intent on overcoming the Sith through speed and brute force. But when Kara swings, the Sith dodges so swiftly they seem to blink out of sight. Then an invisible hook catches beneath her ribs, jerking her to one side to collide with the nearest wall. The Force disappears as quickly as it gripped her, redirecting to J'onn, who soon flies away from the Sith as well.

Kara recovers quickly, but before she can move a single step the same wall she’d slammed into explodes, sending the bulk of its mass hurtling towards her. This time, Kara manages to slice through it with her saber, escaping unscathed. Almost immediately anothing chunk follows on its heels, and Kara can’t react in time. SHe takes the impact on her shoulder, rolling with the blow to land on her feet and immediately sprints back towards the Sith.

Again, she’s rebuffed, flung through the Force like a rag doll. Every attempt to attach is similarly thwarted, until Kara is forced to pause on one knee, huffing with exhaustion. SHe shares a heavy glance with J'onn, their understanding unspoken– this Sith’s control of the Force is unmatchable. The sheer power… a deep foreboding fills Kara. She knows now that she is no match for the Sith, and neither is J'onn. But together, if they coordinate their attacks– perhaps they would stand a chance. 

J'onn confirms his understanding with a nod. As one, they rise and charge towards the Sith again. This time, Kara times her atack carefully. She waits until the heartbeat after J'onn sweeps his saber towards the Sith’s ribs before raising her own for a downwards stroke. For a split second, Kara thinks she’s made it– the Sith flings J'onn away with a thrust of their arm, leaving their flank undefended. Or so Kara believes, before she hears the ksh of a lightsaber activating. Sabers collide in a cloud of sparks; stubbornly, Kara tries to still connect through sheer strength, but in the next moment, she registers two things that make her heart stutter in her chest.

THe first is the saber she’s pushing against– a dark crackling black she’s only seen in the hands of only one person. 

The second is the pair of empty eyes that glares up at her beneath the glow of locked sabers, the lower half of the Sith’s face disguised by a blank mask as black as their cloak.

Those two eyes that Kara knows would be a striking green in the light of day.

“Lena?” Kara gasps. ONly the empty look in Lena’s gaze keeps her saber up and activated. “What– what are you doing?”

The Sith– Lena– shoves her away with the dark saber, sending Kara staggering. Shock leaves Kara breathless. It’s Lena, she’s sure of it. And yet… it isn’t. This Sith fights with a brutality Lena never displayed before– Lena preferred speed and agility over the brute strength Kara occasionally leaned into. But here, now– Lena has repelled both of them without batting an eye. Had this kind of power always lurked within Lena, had she the will or desire to use it?

“Lena!” Kara gasps. “Lena, it’s us! Kara and Master J'onn!”

There’s no sign of recognition above the mask. Kara can’t help but wonder who gave it to her, what its purpose was. Could Lena even speak through it, if she wanted to? She doesn’t get a chance to ask. Lena flicks the tip of her saber towards Kara, forcing her to spring back to avoid being gutted. Swallowing, Kara takes another step back.

“I don’t want to fight you, Lena!” she shouts. “Lena, listen to me! It’s us!”

An invisible hand lifts a speeder from the street and flings it at her. Kara rolls out of the way and pauses behind the corner of the nearest building, hoping it might buy her a few moments. Lena stalks towards her, dark saber thrumming at her side. Her gaze is dark and ruthless in the flickering shadows, sending a thread of icy fear down Kara’s spine.

As she approaches, Kara reaches for the familiar current of Lena’s mind through the Force, only to be met with… nothing. Total and utter silence.

The wall opposite Kara’s position in the narrow alley splits with a thundering crack. With a groan, it teeters on its axis before slamming down with unnatural force. Kara throws up a shield with one hand, blocking the worst of it only to have to scramble backwards as Lena swipes at her again, almost lazily. Kara strikes back, but it proves to be half-hearted, easily swatted aside like a bothersome fly. 

Kara backs away, matching Lena’s own menacing march towards her. Her mind races– Lena is the new Sith, the very Sith that had wrought destruction across multiple worlds. But Kara’s senses tell her that Lena hasn’t simply turned: if so, she would have felt rage, determination, all the emotions the Sith lived by. Instead, Lena’s mind feels… vacant. Or jailed. 

If Kara could only break through the mental barrier between them, she’s certain Lena would be somewhere behind it, intact. Whole.

Struck by a sudden idea, Kara launches into the air, flipping over Lena’s head and landing softly on her feet before sprinting to where J'onn no lay, half buried by debris.

“The saber of light,” Kara gasps. At J'onn’s look of confusion, Kara thrusts her hand out. “Lena’s saber! Give it to me!”

This time, J'onn doesn’t hesitate. The filigreed hilt settles into her palm, and Kara rises to face Lena’s approach head on. THe saber had been all they’d found when news of Lena’s disappearance had spread. It suggested to Kara that harm had come to her friend, but to other Jedi it was simply a confirmation that Lena had fled the light.

Now certain in her belief that Lena has been coerced, tortured, brainwashed, altered, Kara faces her encroaching enemy with all the courage she has left. 

“Lena!”

Lena doesn’t stop her deliberate, steady pace. Her hood has fallen back, revealing her half-concealed features in stark relief. Her hair is pulled sharply out of her face, piled high with a braid trailing over one shoulder. She looks like an edifice, as unrelenting as stone.

Kara flicks her finger over the trigger of Lena’s saber. A blade of bright blinding light hisses into existence, illuminating the street around Kara. She watches as Lena halts suddenly, blinking as her gaze drops to the saber in Kara’s hand.

“I know you’re still in there,” Kara calls across the distance between them. Lena’s gaze doesn’t leave the saber, even as Kara continues.

“You recognize this saber,” she declares, lifting the white blade slightly. “Because it is a part of you. An extension of who you are. THese sabers are a pair, Lena. They aren’t meant to exist without the other. Just as light and dark exist within you in equal measure, regardless of their attempts to convince you that only darkness remains.”

Kara pauses then, waiting for a reaction. Any reaction. But nothing comes. Lena continues to stare dispassionately at the saber, her mind impenetrable to the Force. 

A flicker of movement to Lena’s left draws Kara’s attention. Lillian Luthor herself steps from the shadows, her features smug with victory. 

“I see you have met the Empire’s newest ally,” she says, her tone measured, lofty with superiority. “May I introduce Darth Thrall.”

“What did you do to her?” Kara demands, rage sparking in her chest. 

Lillian smirks. “You would be amazed at the wonders a Mindflayer can do.”

Kara’s stomach sinks. No. Not Lena.

As the lapdog of Daxam, she’s seen the Mindlfayer in use only once– once had been enough. During a visit to a Luthorian prison, she and Rhea had been offered a demonstration. There, Kara had witnessed the torture of a rebel agent. The room had filled with his screams, until his voice had given out and blood had seeped from his eyes and ears. The general giving them the tour had admitted it didn’t serve well as an instrument of interrogation, but rather a means to enervate its subject.

Now Kara sees the ultimate effect, and it makes her sick.

Her gaze flicks back to Lena, and notices her stare has yet to leave the shine of the saber of light. Kara lifts the weapon, and Lena’s deadened eyes follow. 

“Fight it, Lena!” she calls. “I know you can! No amount of pain, no amount of reconditioning could ever erase who you are! Please, Lena– reach for the Light.”

Lillian laughs, the mirthful sound at odds with the destruction around them. “You waste your time, Jedi. Nothing remains but the darkness of the Sith–”

The proud declaration is halted by the warble of a saber in motion, as in a flash the blade whips out to align with Lillian’s throat. It stops just short of beheading the Empress, the movement as sharp and precise– robotic, even– as the blows against Kara had been.

Kara watches with wide eyes as Lena continues to stare, her features blank even as Lillian freezes, glaring at her disobedient pet. “What are you doing, Darth Thrall? Disengage!”

Her words have no effect. The dark saber remains at her throat, flicking towards Lilian when the woman takes a wary step backwards.

Kara senses a disturbance in the Force, now. A conflict, muted but tense like a balloon overfilled with air. With a deep breath, Kara lets her mind stretch towards Lena, beckoning her home.

In the next instant, the tension in the Force abates, deflating with a visceral snap as Lena’s eyes blink and then widen with shock. Her free hand reaches up to wrench the mask from her face–

A blaster shot whines briefly in the air. It’s not until the mask slips numbly from Lenas fingers to crack upon the cobblestone that Kara realizes her friend is the one who’s been hit. As Lena crumples, a third shadow in an Imperial uniform steps into view. 

“Sorry, ace,” Lex says, gazing at his sister for a brief moment before extending a hand to his mother. “The city has been routed. We are prepared to withdraw.”

Lillian recovers quickly, regaining her composure as the dark saber falls away from her throat. “Excellent.”

She bends to claim the dark saber from Lena’s limp fingers, but Kara reaches through the Force to tug it into her own palm. Lillian scowls, but lingers no longer. She and her son retreat into the shadows, leaving Kara to run to Lena’s side unmolested.

“Lena!”

She falls to her knees and scoops her friend into her arms, earning a cry of pain. “It’s okay, it’s okay. We’re here.”

“Kara–” Lena chokes out, tears pinching from her eyes. “I’m sorry…”

Befor Kara can respond, J'onn kneels on Lena’s other side, gathering Lena’s hand in his own. Lena’s gaze turns to him, even as she gasps for breath.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers to her master. “I for-forgot your teach-teachings.”

J'onn covers her grasping hand, his eyes kind. 

“You have seen darkness, and chosen the light,” he tells her. “I see no failure here. Only strength.”

Lena gasps a sob, her eyes clenching with pain. Kara feels Lena’s grip start to slacken, her strength waning. She looks at J'onn in terror, and finds only calm certainty gazing back, steadying her. Something in Kara’s chest eases, the reassurance offered by their master dulling the alarm thrumming through her body.

“Come,” he says. “There will be time enough to speak once we have gotten to safety.”

“M-master…”

“You aren’t dying yet, padawan,” J'onn tells Lena gently. “You have much yet to learn.”

Lena’s eyes flutter closed before she can say anything else. Kara's fear returns in an instant.

“We must get her to care, and quickly,” J'onn tells her, sweeping to his feet. “But fear not– Lena’s story will not end here.”

((prompts are closed))

#supercorp #star wars au #prompt filled #as always-- this prompt is from years ago that I'm only just getting to #i apologize for the wait #but hey at least i follow through eventually #just had to wait for the right idea to come to me #yay for vacation #i'm *not* accepting new prompts at this time #thanks for understanding!

[lunaetis]

▸▸ [ @lightcreators || draco & eden || a date ( plotted starter ) ]

​─「エデン」─  the TRAILBLAZER had slowly been learning about human customs from different worlds she had visited. each of them had their own celebrations and traditions, however, the recent discovery regarding what appeared to be a place for entertainment had her quite interested and intrigued. other than MAGIC and sparring sessions, the stellaron vessel was looking into an activity involving two people visiting what was called an amusement park. there were pamphlets and brochures of it. she even did a bit of RESEARCH on her phone ! it seemed to be quite popular among young adults and recommended for a dating spot as some articles had cited it.

                with all the information and photos saved on her phone, she sneakily tackled the blond. once again, catching him off-guard had become one of her favorite pastimes seeing a flash of SURPRISE appearing on his expression. linking her arm with his, she presented him with the colorful pamphlet of her chosen destination.

                " draco, let's go on a date ! "

#lightcreators #.ignition #.[ eden | trailblazer ] #.[ won't let your light flicker out in the endless darkness: draco & eden ] #[ quietly slides this towards u #sORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG ROXANE #I APOLOGIZE FOR THE WAIT #WORK HAD BEEN KILLING ME BUT HERE WE GO #time to put that vacation to good use lollll #amusement park date let's go !! ]

[patheticblorbloscholar]

For your modern avatar au What if spider has some sort of respiratory diseases, or other chronic inflammatory lung or obstructive lung diseases. Because he has to were a oxygen mask in the movie.

Hello anon I do apologize for the wait for an answer to this.

Firstly I would love to thank you for sending this ask. To answer your question I am not giving Spider a respiratory issue because the point of his mask is he's a species that's not supposed to be on Pandora that's not an issue on Earth.

Second, I love to be canon compliant and the entire point of his character is to change the viewpoints of his alien species adopted parents. The boy already has enough issues in canon to add a very cliché problem.

Canon gave me plenty to work with already. Thank you anon and I'm sorry for not wanting to add something that other writers I am sure are already doing.

#anon #Thank you anyways anon #This response is so late #I apologize for the wait #Spider Sully formally Socorro #miles spider socorro #fanfic writer #I write clichés just not obvious ones #avatar the way of water fanfic writer responds #you can ignore me

[megan0013]

Missing scene request for fallout: Nomura's promise to protect the baby

um, hi, hello

this prompt has been sitting in my inbox for, uh, over a year? but i finally did it!

fallout

filling the gaps

There’s a light on in the kitchen.

Barbara frowns as she pulls into the driveway and, after turning off the car’s ignition, swivels around to stare at the offending illumination. She’s almost positive there were no lights on when she left for her appointment that afternoon and, while it’s possible, she finds it highly unlikely that Jim would have stopped by before heading off to Trollmarket.

Should she go in? Or call for reinforcement just in case?

But if the intruder really is someone who truly wants to do her harm, why would they turn on the light and lose the element of surprise?

It’s probably Toby, anyway. Or Claire. Maybe even Nancy, since the three of them have been taking turns keeping her company whenever Jim’s off trollhunting and her own small circle of friends aren’t able to pop by for a visit.

Or maybe it is an axe murderer. She could honestly care less anymore, and trudges into the kitchen a minute later to find a certain museum curator rifling through her very bare pantry.

“Hey, doc.” Nomura says as Barbara places the plastic bags she’s carrying down on the counter. “You didn’t happen to grab something for dinner, did you? All you have is milk and cereal. Which is surprising since Little Gynt is so obsessed with cooking. I really thought you’d be properly stocked.”

“What do you want, Nomura?” Barbara asks, head tilting as her hands rise to rest on her hips. She’s tired and still feeling particularly upset over the local grocery store’s lack of mint chocolate chip ice cream, and the magenta changeling is at the very bottom of the list of things she feels like dealing with right now. Along with bowls. Because she’s definitely about to eat this poor imitation of her favorite dessert (peppermint bark, really?) straight from the carton.

“Your baby.”

A thin, red brow arches. “Excuse me?”

“That didn’t come out right,” Nomura says in a flat, derisive tone. She holds up her index finger and tries again, “What I meant to say is, I want to protect your baby.”

“My baby?” The doctor shifts her weight to one side. “How do you even know I’m pregnant?”

“I read your mail. And,” Nomura jerks her thumb toward a grainy photo stuck to the refrigerator, “there’s a sonogram with your name on it.”

Okay, fine.

“It literally says Baby Lake-Strickler on the top corner.”

A muscle in Barbara’s jaw ticks.

“Look. I know you can take care of yourself. You’re not defenseless. I get that,” Nomura barrels on before her audience has the chance to lose what little patience she has left. “But what about next week? Or six months from now when you’re the size of a house? Let me help you. Please.”

“Right.” Barbara sighs and reaches up to rub the bridge of her nose, knocking her glasses askew in the process. “Listen, I don’t mean to be rude but - “

“He was my brother.”

There’s a hitch to her voice, one that’s desperate enough to draw Barbara’s attention to how haggard she appears now. Thinner, too. Like she hasn’t known a moment’s peace in weeks. And the persistent shadow of anguish that seems to have settled in her green eyes, well... Barbara can certainly empathize with her, can’t she?

“He was my brother,” Nomura repeats slowly. She swallows. “And if Draal gets to pledge his life to protecting one of Stricklander’s children, I get to do it with this one.”

#meg answers #(finally) #stricklake #fallout fic #ah yes it's been a minute #i apologize for the wait

[firelord-suki]

Hange and Levi go on a date with the ODM gear ala Rewrite the Stars of Zendaya and Zac Efron in The Greatest Showman :>

Anon! I'm so sorry it took me months to reply to this!!! I've been so busy lately, but in the past two days I decided to take some time to write your prompt, and let me tell you, had a lot of fun doing it!!!

I must admit I never watched The Greatest Showman, but I watched the clip of "Rewrite the Stars" and it gave me some ideas... This doesn't follow your prompt correctly, I took some liberties lol but I hope you like it still.

You can read it here under the cut, or on AO3! Thank you!

Levi narrowed his eyes until he could barely see through the lashes and controlled the urge to place one hand over his forehead to block the sun. Sweat dripped from his neck and collarbone, staining his clothes and making the fabric cling to his body uncomfortably. He disliked the summer, the scalding sun reminded him of previous missions outside the walls on days when the heat and humidity mingled with the burning flesh of titans skin evaporating or the crimson blood of his comrades that clung to his Survey Corps cloak and jacket and refused to be washed away.

The memory drew a sigh out of his mouth. He looked over at his old squad again; all grown up, taller and stronger. Ugh, he was getting old. They were working on the new Paradis railway for days under the unforgiving sun. Their cheeks, noses, and arms were red from the exposure, sweating like pigs. 

“The world can’t see our faces. Why would they ever trust us?” Hange’s voice caught his attention again. He snapped in her direction and found a rare smile on her face. “So… Let’s meet them ourselves. If they don’t understand who we are, we have to just teach them.”

The kids gasped in shock, even Mikasa dropped her mouth open as a confused look washed over her face. Levi liked to believe he kept his semblance calm, but it’s been a while since Hange dropped one of their unusual ideas so casually, so he reacted accordingly, his fingers curled into a fist almost instinctively, more out of worry for their safety than anything else. To walk straight into Marlean territory? If anyone found out about their secret visit… He didn’t want to think about the consequences.

Levi was used to Hange’s peculiar suggestions. He was used to her running straight into battle and leaving her squad behind, used to her putting her head almost inside a titan’s mouth just to observe the creature’s anatomy (or so they explained to Levi after he saved her from the titan’s teeth that would have definitely severed her head from the rest of her body). 

He was used to it all, so he forced his hands to relax. 

All of those incidents were years ago before Hange had the responsibility of being a commander weighing down on her shoulders. But the smile she offered the kids and the twinkle in her eyes… Hange wouldn’t put any of them in danger unnecessarily. 

Her smile… It reminded him of the calmer expeditions outside the walls, the few where there weren’t many casualties and the scouts were able to abide by their original purpose, to explore more of the unknown territory than fight gigantic monsters. Back then, Hange would crouch over a variety of different plants and flowers, she’d analyze the color, the number of petals, and the smell before carving a few out, roots and everything, and place them inside a jar for safekeeping until she returned to the lab to try to keep the flowers alive for new studies.

Now that he thought about it, he was surprised it took this long for Hange to suggest such a thing, she would be the first to hop on the idea of exploring what lay beyond the ocean, but after discovering the secret in Grisha Yeager’s basement, Paradis had been too worried about building up better defenses, finding new allies, adapting their technology… 

There was never enough time… There never would be.

So why not take the opportunity now? They were the Survey Corps, after all. 

***

“You’re grasping at straws.” He finally spoke. They left his old squad to finish their work on the railway less than half an hour ago and had been trotting on horseback as the sun started to set on the horizon. The lack of dense vegetation on this part of the island turned the view into a painting in flames, blazing yet beautiful.

“If it all goes to shit, at least I tried everything I could.” He wouldn’t argue with that, but after so much loss on their side, he wondered how Hange managed to stay hopeful that Marley would even give them a chance to prove they weren’t the island devils everyone else believed. Maybe Hange's optimism was the most attractive part of the whole adventure for him.

“Just don’t beat yourself up if it comes to that. Somethings are out of our control.” He said, his own way of trying to comfort Hange - sometimes doubting those same soothing words. Shiganshina taught him that. The moment he held a bloody Zeke at the end of his blade yet still lost the chance to kill him taught him that. She could try everything and feel guilty for not predicting the future anyway.

Hange ignored him by pretending not to hear. Instead, the commander strained her grip on the horse’s reins and urged the animal to start galloping faster ahead. Only when she was at least fifteen feet further away, with her hair a mess in the wind, did she turn around to face Levi, an old wide grin on her lips.

“Race you back to the barracks!” She screamed before turning her back on him again. 

Levi watched them disappear in that infinity of washed-up red sand and orange sky before deciding to indulge Hange a bit. He began running after them but no matter how fast his own horse was, Hange had the advantage of starting the run first. Just like the war, this race was rigged from the start.

***

A few days before their group departed from Paradis to finally explore Marley, Levi was unable to sleep. He worried about the preparations, about the prospect of someone, anyone betraying them, and handling Hange, Armin, and Eren, their most powerful assets, right into the enemies' hands. It was his anxiety talking more than anything but kept him awake that night anyway. Understandable fear, but unnecessary. Hange, Armin, Onyankopon, and Kiyomi prepared strategies and safety measures in case anything deviated from their original plan. They would be as safe as one can be right in the lion’s den.

Understandable fear, but unnecessary.

Levi gave up on trying to sleep. He needed to do something to keep his mind occupied, to make him feel like everything was under control – even if he was the smallest piece in the puzzle and everything was, in fact, not under his control. He put on the white shirt and the black pair of pants that rested folded by the end of his bed, then, he started to put on the harness of his ODM gear, thighing it a bit more than necessary and only relaxing at the familiar straining of the leather on his body.

He wasn’t the only one who occupied his sleepless nights with training, he had caught Mikasa doing push-ups and fighting stances during odd hours of the morning. They never said a word to one another, always silently understanding the other’s need to release some tension and exercise a little control over the things they could, with the skills they had.

The new Survey Corps coat covered the gear completely once he stepped outside. The blades rattled against gas canisters as he moved, causing more noise than he meant to. Instead of going straight to the training grounds, Levi walked the customary path to Hange’s room. There, he knocked on their door three times and waited. When she didn’t answer, he knocked again, this time, hearing a loud thud and then not-so-light steps coming in his direction.

Hange yanked the door open carelessly. She was still dressed in the uniform, but her messy hair, the lights turned on, and the pile of files waiting on the desk inside the room revealed the truth: Hange fell asleep while working overtime again. Although… her hair was not chaotic as it used to be; unwashed and never once brushed. No, tonight it was pulled into the half ponytail she used to style it in since she became a commander, with only a few strands sticking up. 

Years ago, Hange came to him and asked for a haircut. White bandages still covered her scarred eye and she wore a weak smile that did nothing to hide the grief. She claimed it would be easier to keep it under control if it was shorter, and that now that she was appointed as the commander, she would need to keep up a good appearance while not wasting too much time on grooming in the mornings. 

To Hange’s credit, she was right. After the haircut, she kept her hair as clean and tidy as she could. But back then, as he was cutting locks of it away and ignoring as they fell to the ground close to his feet, he couldn’t help but mourn over the wild and unruly hair Hange had ever since he met her. Mourn over a side of Hange he wouldn’t see again in a long time.

“It’s called effortlessly chic, Levi.” She said, throwing the brown hair into the new style adopted, only days after the haircut.

He couldn’t hold in a snort “Oh, it’s effortless, alright…” Always trying to be sarcastic to hide how truly stunning Hange looked no matter how negligent she used to be with personal hygiene.

“What are you doing here?” Hange stole his attention. God, he was staring. He was staring all this time, reminiscing old memories… But he couldn’t stop staring at her sleepy eyes, the small pout on her lips, or the flyaway hairs framing her face. It looked… cute. “Levi… We’re too old for secret dates in the middle of the night.”

“Tsk. You wish.” 

She frowned “What is it? Did something happen?”

“Nothing happened.” It seemed like an understatement considering the thunder in his heart. “Get your ODM gear. Let’s go for a walk.” He watched as Hange’s eyes went from confusion to excitement in less than two seconds.

Without questioning him further, she moved back into the room to get ready. Levi pretended not to gawk as she put on the equipment, binding the belt buckles together over her chest, waist, thighs… “Oh, what a weird date.”

“Not a date.” He hissed under his breath before starting to walk away. “Let's go.”

The door closed with a click, then footsteps echoed on the corridor as Hange approached him “Mind telling me where we’re going, hm? Or why do we need the gear?”

He took his time to answer it, just until they were outside and the summer breeze refreshed his thoughts. “We’re going to train your abilities. You're rusty, and I don't wanna have to worry about saving your ass while enemies surround us.”

“Excuse you, I’m not rusty!” She raised her voice, clearly offended.

“When was the last time you had to use the equipment? Actually use it… And not just put it on for display.” Hange opened her mouth to answer but it never came. “Can’t remember, huh? Neither can I.” 

He resumed walking. A small groove lay just beyond the tall gates of the headquarters, perfect for a nighttime training session. 

After the Survey Corps cleared the titans that lingered outside of the walls, Hange prioritized the bureaucratic side of the commander position. There was barely any time left to sleep, let alone train. It was a stupid compromise, especially considering their high position and the dangers that came with it. Hange wasn’t helpless but the lack of practice, especially after losing one eye, can leave even the most experienced soldiers vulnerable. Levi should’ve kept her more active, for their own good.

The probability that they would have to use the ODM gear during the short recon trip to Marley was minimal. Minimal but not nonexistent. If the only way to help him feel more secure was to drag Hange out of her room in the middle of the night and force her to train until he was satisfied with the performance, then so be it. Better to be tired than dead, he thought.

Hange must have noticed the worry under his answer, as she didn’t start an argument. They passed the guards placed on night duty by the gates but gave them no explanation as to where they were both going alone. If it weren’t for the uniforms, some might assume the wrong thing… Or maybe the uniforms hid nothing, maybe the rumors about Levi and Hange, the ones that arose just as the recruits arrived and noticed how the two higher-ranking officers always lingered side by side, were too far gone for him to try and restore any integrity they might have left.

At least the recruits were too scared of Levi to tease him as his old companions did. No... He didn’t really mean that. Levi would gladly take their teasing instead of the empty space they left. 

Hange was the only person who remained by his side, he noticed. The only one who met Farlan and Isabel, the only one he could recall memories of the past with over a cup of tea, memories from before their conception of a world was shattered by titan shifters and wars outside the island… the only one he could call a friend. Hange was the only person he had left, so he couldn’t let anything happen to her, especially something that could be easily prevented with a few training sessions.

Their steps transformed from echoes on a concrete sidewalk to the rustling of leaves and the breaking of twigs under their boots. When the forest grew denser and the trees stretched to the starry sky, Levi came to a halt. Hange walked a few more feet ahead, then stopped and turned to stare at him. 

“What now, professor?” She teased. Levi rolled his eyes. In the dark, he could barely see the smirk Hange had on, but he felt it in her voice. 

The only source of light was the moon and stars above, but soon his eyes adjusted and he distinguished the silhouette of Hange’s body in front of him, with one hand over her hip and her head crooked to the side.

He walked closer to her, closer until he could slide the green coat off her body and feel her breath on his neck. “Now we make sure everything is secure. I don’t trust your sleepy self to buckle everything correctly.”

“I don’t even trust my sleepy self.” Hange joked and Levi held in a chuckle. 

Levi started to check the harness, pulling and tightening everything to his liking. He started at the belt over Hange’s chest, not quite touching her body but still feeling the heat that emanated from her skin. He walked around to see the belts on her back; one was a bit loose so he pulled it until the leather was carved into her skin and his fingers brushed over the thin fabric of her dress shirt.

Hange could do this alone, but Levi was glad she allowed him to verify it himself. The task, maybe boring and routinary for a soldier, helped him calm down and concentrate. He walked back to check the belts on her waist and the one looped around her pants. Hange’s breath staggered as his hands skimmed over her belly, close enough to feel her shivering.

After inspecting the compressed gas cylinders, the controller grip, and the hooks, Levi kneeled to finally take a look at the belts wrapped around their thighs. He placed one hand on the back of her left knee to steady himself, then tugged and tightened the harness until he was satisfied with the result. Hange’s hands gripped his shoulders almost immediately to try and keep her balance.

“So… Everything alright?” She asked in a whisper.

Turns out, Hange did everything correctly. Of course, after so many years in the military, she knew the process by heart. He was just too paranoid not to check it himself and make sure the equipment worked smoothly. He couldn't allow her to get hurt due to a lack of attention.

Levi looked up, Hange seemed a little out of breath, the silver buckles of the harness glistened under the moonlight as her chest moved up and down. 

Levi noticed then that his hand moved up from her knee to the middle of her thigh, squeezing the flesh underneath as if he was afraid she might run if he let go. With a ruff, Levi got up and ignored the heat traveling from his chest right into his cheeks. At least it was dark and with enough distance Hange wouldn’t see him blushing.

Levi took a step back and removed his own coat. He shivered as it hit the ground, it was colder than he expected for a summer night. No matter, soon the chill air wouldn't be enough to keep them cool after they started moving. Levi checked his own gear one more time, testing his gas and calculating there was at least half a tank for him to use. Hange did the same, from the sound, Levi gathered that it was fuller than his. Good, her rusty self would use more gas than necessary to get a grip of things again.

“What do you have in mind for this class, professor?” Hange smirked again, now apparently calmer than when he was touching her. 

“Can you stop calling me that? You’re not in the training corps anymore.”

“Oh, would you like me to call you Sir? Or maybe Captain?” He sighed, somehow understanding a bit better why those rumors started.

He ignored her question and shot his hooks at one of the trees surrounding them. One quick tug was enough to know that the cables were strongly secure before firing the compressed gas and being lifted off the ground as the wires were reeled back in.

“Now, you try to catch me.”

Hange started to laugh but stopped as soon as she noticed he wasn’t kidding “Are you serious? I couldn’t do that even when I was at my prime.”

It was his turn to smile “C’mon, I’ll go easy on you.” 

Hange screamed ‘bastard’ as he cut through the wind and trees, angling his hips in the direction he wanted to go. Levi fell into the familiar steps of retracting the grapple cables and shooting them again and again, barely stepping on the branches to keep his balance, always controlling the gas usage not to end up stuck on top of a three, or worse, falling directly into the ground. 

Hange chased behind, not as quiet and definitely not as fast as he could push her to go. As he predicted, she was using a lot of gas to try and get an advantage on him, but that alone wouldn’t be enough. 

“Time the retrieving and firing of the hooks better!” He gave them a small tip, something she was probably able to figure out alone by now, something that would leave her more frustrated and eager to push faster.

“I’m trying!”

Levi propelled his hips forward, the iron wires screeched as they reeled back into the winch, the gas gave him enough momentum to flip mid-air. Okay, maybe he was showing off a little, but Hange could use the rage against him as an incentive. Not that she ever needed a little push to run wild. 

With one glance behind, Levi noticed that Hange was still far away from him. He fired the hooks again to take a break and leaned against a particular sturdy tree nearby. 

There was a weird grace to her movements, she wasn't as controlled and restrained as Levi while using the ODM gear, but feral and fearless, untamed in the middle of the forest. She always took a blind leap ahead and only later decided to look at where it would lead her. Somehow, it worked safely every time.

She flew higher than him that night, almost touching the treetops. Levi couldn't really see her body, only a shadow moving closer, occasionally outlined by the silver light filtered through the gaps of foliage above. She stopped abruptly, reaching the highest point and turning off the gas supply to descend. A web of tree branches extended ahead, but Hange fit perfectly in between. Falling fast, she managed to avoid the sharp points without a scratch on her clothes. Halfway down, she leaned into a diagonal fall, using the thicker portions of the tree limbs to run straight in his direction. 

Resourceful and a quick thinker, a deadly combination at her disposal.

Levi resumed running, Hange was getting dangerously close to his liking. She might actually catch me, he thought, and an excited smile formed on his lips. So the commander hadn't completely forgotten how to maneuver like a maniac. Old habits with the ODM gear fell in place, her muscles remembered the movements that she relied on years ago. 

The anxiety from earlier faded, leaving only the adrenaline behind. He wasn't putting too much strength on his body, but sweat started to collect at his nape and forehead. He was surprisingly having a good time now, different from other training sessions where he pushed his body to the limit and ignored the exhaustion creeping into his bones.

Maybe he should tease Hange a little. Keep things fun for her.

He slowed down, allowing her a chance to get closer. 

“I know what you’re doing, Levi!” She cracked into laughter, the sound mixed with the annoying noise of their equipment functioning “You’re gonna regret it later.”

She pushed her feet against an oddly twisted tree trunk and, along with the impulse, she shot the hooks and fired more gas. A sufficient spurt for Hange to conquer more of the distance between them. He could hear her clearly now; the hooks of her ODM gear piercing against the trees, the cables shrieking when retracting, the few steps she took to balance herself on top of a resistant tree trunk… A shiver ran up his spine, it all sounded like an approaching threat. Later arrived sooner than he anticipated.

The cables pulled her higher in the air before withdrawing, she curled into a ball and spun, the trajectory formed an arc in the sky before she stretched into full length again and fell straight into Levi’s direction, feet first. He managed to escape by a thread, warned by her shadow looming over. The air around him cut like blades as Hange fell further down, missing him by centimeters. 

Hange almost cornered him in two other stances. In one of them, her fingers brushed the fabric of his shirt and her warm breath met his nape, causing a chill. Levi didn’t like to admit it, but he wasn’t going that easy on her anymore, the effort he put into his movements caused his muscles to burn and more sweat to trickle down his torso. Apart from the slow start, the commander caught up to him and kept a steady rhythm. His biggest mistake was allowing her the chance to get closer. It was a chase, after all.

It was a chase, but somehow it felt like a dance. They moved together as if coordinated, the steps in which Hange grew nearer and barely gave Levi a chance to escape seemed rehearsed. Their bodies swirled together for brief moments before getting separated again; not too far, as if they would eventually be pulled to the other again.

After another failed attempt at trapping Levi, Hange fell further behind. The forest turned silent without her laughter, with only the quick echo of his equipment coming to a halt and the rustling of leaves in the wind. Levi turned around and found her resting at a distant tree. 

“Can we take a break? It feels like we’ve been running forever.”

“You’re really out of shape if you’re already that tired.” He snorted, ignoring how his heartbeat was out of control. He stopped too, but taking a break now made him aware of the exertion he put into the exercise, something that the thrill of the hunt blinded him to. He took a big gulp of air, his breathing as loud and ragged as Hange’s.

Maybe he should stop this madness altogether and resume practice tomorrow. They must have been flying through the forest for what? An hour already? Levi needed to ease Hange into training again, not push her to the limit all at once.  

Their enemies wouldn’t allow a break. Levi shook his head to get rid of those thoughts. Suddenly, his earlier fear about Hange being in danger was a notch too paranoid, not something that required a race in the middle of the night. With a clearer head, he realized… he was just too scared to lose her.

“We should have brought a water bottle.” She said, still out of breath. Begrudgingly, Levi accepted that he felt just as tired as Hange. They should stop for tonight and return home.

Levi moved to the tree where Hange hung limply on the steel wires, hunched over and with her legs dangling free. He landed on the branch just above her head, kneeling and narrowing his eyes to take a better look at her state. She was just as sweaty as him, the white shirt hugged her body tight, and the starlight sculpted the shape of her breasts and waist in a silver halo. He moved his gaze up and noticed that she wasn’t wearing the eyepatch anymore, the thing was probably lost somewhere in the forest below. Her brown hair fell into the familiar mess of years ago, strands of it curled into her face and framed her cheekbones.

Her breathing evened out, and so Levi extended his hand to touch her shoulders “Let’s head bac–”

She gripped his hand and twisted his arm, Levi held in a curse as she pulled him closer. Hange fired the gas again and unhook the grapple cables from the tree as they flew up. Their legs got tangled together as Hange held him in an intimate position. 

“Got you.” She whispered close to his ear, the loose strands of her hair tickled his nose. He wanted to scream about how she cheated and this wasn’t technically a win, but the words got caught up in his throat, surprised at how much he was enjoying it.

Her cylinders howled in a distinctive pitch, a common indicator that they ran out of gas and needed to be refilled immediately. Both reached the highest point seconds later before the equipment failed and they started to fall. Hange had the gall to giggle as they descended to their deaths. 

Levi’s heart skipped a bit. What the hell was Hange thinking when she pushed them both off the tree and to the sky so rashly? He skimmed his eyes through the forest in hopes to find the nearest tree branch that could hold their combined weight. When he failed at that, he shot his hooks blindly, hoping it would grasp something strong enough to give them a moment to find another tree, or at least slow down their fall so the impact wouldn’t hurt as much.

Without letting go of Levi’s body, Hange shot her cables at a crossed motion behind his back. Both of their hooks got caught in something hidden in the background, the wires strained and they stopped abruptly, suspended only ten feet off the ground. 

Hange’s chest pressed against his own, and he felt the exact moment when a laugh started to bubble in her lungs, then escaped free and reverberated in his body.

“You almost killed us both!” He hissed, not quite sharing the fun of it. To Hange’s credit, she tried to swallow down the giggles, but it was too much for her to control it. This close, he caught a hint of the redness spreading across her face, maybe from the exercise, maybe from the laughs, he couldn’t tell, but it provided her a radiance that left him mesmerized. 

“Oh, Levi,” she started, calming down from the fit of laughter “I’d never let you fall.” The words were just a ruse to make him forget the incident, he knew that, but it worked nonetheless. 

“Humm…” He murmured, not willing to surrender to her antics. At least not while they continued to swing in the air.

Hange’s cold fingers made contact with his cheek, startling him for one second before he forced his body to stay still. They locked eyes, her right pupil sparkled while the left one vanished behind a bluish-white veil. Levi hadn’t examined her injury this close ever since the colossal explosion that caused it, Hange always hid behind that damn eyepatch. He let go of the controller grips, lifted his hand to carefully push her bangs away, and took a better look at the scar, not out of curiosity, but worry. Did it still hurt sometimes? 

The scar looked clean to his untrained eyes, only one big gash that cut through her eyebrow diagonally and ended by the edge of the eye socket, just above her cheek. He held her hair in place with his palm against her temple as his thumb brushed over the lighter patched-up skin. Hange leaned into the touch, although it seemed more out of reflex than a calculated gesture.

“I’d never let you fall. And I know you’d never let me fall either… I know you wouldn’t.” So Hange saw right through his bullshit excuse for a practice session. He smiled ironically. That’s exactly why they were here training in the middle of the night, right? He was scared for her life. Scared that she would fall and he wouldn’t be there to catch her in his arms. “Someone told me not to worry too much, some things are out of our control.”

He huffed with indignation after Hange used his own words against him. “You could get hurt.”

“And how would that be your fault?” Logically, he knew it wouldn’t. 

They have been soldiers for more than a decade now, dangerous situations came with the job. It was never his intention to question Hange’s abilities… or her choices. She was the commander of the Survey Corps, she knew what she was doing when she proposed the undercover trip to Marley. She calculated the consequences and made her choice willingly. She wasn’t a civilian caught up in a war and needed protection, she was his superior officer and was free to choose her own sacrifices. He couldn’t be that selfish.

Levi knew all of that… so why was his heart still aching with concern? 

In a rush of adrenaline, Levi grabbed the other side of Hange's head, squeezing her cheeks in the process. Her lips formed the most lovely pout he had ever seen and his pulse quickened at the prospect of what was to come. 

Then, he froze. The sensible side of his brain battled with his most secretive desires. It wasn’t just a friendly concern, it couldn’t be. Otherwise, he would’ve dragged every single one of his old squad to nighttime training too, but he hadn’t. Just Hange. His feet took him straight into her door that night and he lied to himself, pretending it was just because of her position in the army.

He had been denying his feelings for so long that he didn’t even know what to call them.

Hange was the one who closed the distance between them. Her lips brushed over his before pushing deeper. Levi held his breath, his eyes wide, his muscles paralyzed. But before Hange could interpret his stillness as denial, Levi closed his eyes, leaned in, and opened his mouth to accept the kiss. Warmth spread from the place where their mouths met to the rest of his body, to his chest, to his neck, to his face. He wanted to gasp for air but refused to let Hange go. He needed to keep touching her, he needed to feel her skin heating up under his fingertips, just to make sure the proximity wasn’t part of a dream that he failed to wake up from.

He had found the person he cared for the most, yet, under the heavy fog of love, he knew there was nothing he could do to protect them forever. His insides blazed on fire, the smoke would suffocate him slowly. But if it would kill him anyway, why not take this chance? Now, not later. Now, before the war pulled them apart again.

Hange broke the kiss the same way that she started it, too fast. But she lingered close, rested her forehead against his, panting as her lungs begged for more air. 

“Everything will be alright…” It wouldn’t. They both knew it, but Levi allowed that little white lie to slip from her lips and find a home in his chest. She combed his hair back, the cold fingers brought him to reality again. Maybe those rumors held some truth, one that Levi couldn’t see until now. “Our biggest problem at the moment is how the hell we will get down from here.”

He sighed “You always manage to put us in difficult situations.” He curled his mouth into a small smile and Hange traced his lips with her index finger.

She chuckled, “I’m sorry about that.”

It’s alright, he wanted to say, I never really blamed you.

***

So… I know Hange it's pretty skilled with the ODM gear, but I just wanted to test some silly "what-if's" scenarios, where they would not have been using the OGM gear daily because of other demands of the commander position, so Levi grew a bit worried about their abilities.

I hope you liked it, thank you for reading! Sorry for any mistakes concerning canon material (I avoid writing in canon universe because of that)… It's also been a while since I wrote something, so please be nice to me, or else I'll cry lol (not sure if I'm joking). Feel free to send me a prompt, I'll try not to take too long to answer!

#levihan fanfiction #anon #i apologize for the wait #but here you go #hope you like it #my writing #ask

[danydragons21]

When should we expect chapter 27?

Right now 😎 It's up, baby!

#theshadowsthatsing #tsts #elriel fanfic #elriel #elrielfic #elriel fic #i apologize for the wait #profusely apologize #but i am always busy and tired #please forgive me #ily

[changeling-rin]

Dragon Quest VI is one of my favorite games because I am a weirdo with strange opinions, so now I'll submit an ask about it since I'm thinking about it. What would the boys (including the sequel/OC/Backstory Links) dream world selves be like?

To try and provide an explanation just in case, it's sort of like "dream selves" are the sort of manifestation of what people want to be, with some influence from who they actually are. Like how Carver, who in the "real world" was just a carpenter's son, became a wandering martial artist in the dream world with an (as far as the dream characters could tell) inexplicable knack for carpentry that he didn't care much for.

Gen has a fairly realistic view of himself and wouldn't be very different at all. He might have more medical supplies, and probably a more effective bedside attitude (i.e. one that actually gets people to sit down and stay down when he tells them to) but other than that, he's fairly normal

Speck would be at least a little bit taller

The Four want to break synch without a feedback headache, but that's honestly about it. They're not terribly ambitious

Ocarina looks exactly the same. It's only upon interacting with him that his personality becomes completely different - confident, no-nonsense, laid back and able to handle anything thrown his way

Mask is older, noticeably so. His body matches his mind, finally

Dusk becomes an oddly fluidly-balanced mesh of his human and wold forms, but it's all the useful ones, such as being able to swivel his ears to catch sound better

RGBV... aren't? They're just one boy. It's very weird.

Lore is either an ancient eldritch being of incomprehensible chaos, or he's a Subrosian. There's points in both options. The suspense is making everyone extremely anxious

Realm knows exactly where he's going. Everyone else is incredibly weirded out by this

Sketch has no fear, literally fearless. He makes a special point of going swimming at least once a day but also explains why he's doing this to exactly nobody, so he just comes off as a swimming nut

Wind seems to be unchanged, except that then it turns out he made himself able to breathe underwater

Steam is a train??? and also a robot person made of train parts??? he calls himself a 'Transformer', whatever that means

Shadow won't tell anyone what his ideal is. He seems to be unchanged on the outside but he also hasn't stopped smirking so the jury's out on that one

Oni stands alone. He is no longer bound to another's body. (He wishes it were real-)

Rune remembers. Sort of? He's clearly operating with the confidence of someone who remembers, but whenever he's asked what, exactly, he's remembered, he gets very quiet in a confused sort of way

Lux can speak for himself. And oh does he have a lot to say. Uh. Wow.

RSE don't seem to have done anything different on the outside, but they're not staying together because they have to be part of a matching set. They're staying together just because they want to, now

Lyric makes himself actually musical, he's the best bard you're ever going to meet and then some

Codex might be the Overlord of the land? Nobody's ever been able to prove it, but there's an awful lot of checkmarks in favor of the possibility

Wraith no longer sees ghosts. Or, well, he does, but what he's actually doing is making them visible to everybody else, too. Now nobody has to be sad!

Mini is tall. He's so sick of being The Short One you have no idea, so now he's The Tall One. Take that, top shelves

Archive opts to fix all the various injuries he's given himself over the years. That one time he slammed his thumb between a hammer and a piece of sheet metal? Never happened, his thumbnail is newly intact and also never-broken-in-the-first-place

#Changeling Answers #DL Questions #glaceon-mage #oh my good glory this took me way too long #I apologize for the wait #but in my defense you wanted EVERYBODY #I had to think about these answers so much. so much. #All the DL Links #The Sequel Links #The OC Links #The Backstory Links #I have so many Link tags now #how did this happen

[sepheroth]

💋 :3c

Send  💋  to shut my muse up with a kiss(no longer accepting.)

"It's..." Just as assuredly as there was much needed space left between his words, as well as there was hesitance he thought of a way to express that while he had the rights to brag about it, that wasn't really his intention at the moment. "...Nothing special..." but this is where his subconsciousness played away into view and his shoulders tensed and he hated himself for it. Nearly, his neck would have sunk between his shoulders. Had Cindy not expressed her interest in one of his hidden talents for playing the piano. He hadn't exactly offered that knowledge freely or even too often for all that matter. Why would anyone pay mind to a corporate dog's supposed talents, other than following instructional orders? He doubted anyone would have taken him seriously back then. But this was another way in which conjured up one of the few memories that every now and then had it's own way of sneaking up on him. SOLDIER had their unforgiving habit, of when he was an one of their allies, of wanting to show off what their best marketing tool could do. Sephiroth loathed of thinking of it this way, but there really wasn't any a better way to sugarcoat. There was no two ways about it, either. There was no way to make it hurt less. The alert reached back to his brain that Cindy was waiting. He could not, for the life of him say no, nor turn down that smile. This is ridiculous. Why am I suddenly thinking of all of this now...? Rang the thought that got him to tap back into what was known as reality. It served and aided for him for the better.

Now, as his shoulders unwinded themselves, he'd roll his head a little and thought of what he wanted to play for her. It had to be something that he knew by heart, something that he knew by melody alone. That in store and of mind, Sephiroth positioned his fingers as this was a mistake-proof way for him to not place much importance and thought into it. He'd have to at least try. But somewhere dangling toward the back of his head told him that it wasn't going to be no such way simple. So for now, he ignored what his head was holding conversations with him about. For at least the first few minutes at hand he had been doing fine playing swimmingly well. And he was surprised that pressure had not washed over him like a daunting tide, perhaps like akin to a mountain of anxiety. And his fingers started to relax more and more as his head and memory guided his fingers all the way through and through upon the keys. Moonlight Sonata was one of his personal favorites so he had went with that.

All his efforts started to hurl straight out of the exit way the very moment his head forced him to pay attention to his concerns that he managed to ignore for a graceful period, the time he took his eyes off that practice. The ''oh, no's and what 'if this, that and others should happen' caught up with him. Within his own ears he could tell he missed the brass clefs because he had been repeating that note for the longest, over for the last next few moments. "Tch...Why...now...?" he huffed to himself under lowered tone and said under his breath. Turning to Cindy who was all smiles, seating herself upon the piano while he played. As she'd inched closer and closer to him and assured him that he was doing find and that he didn't need to worry, he tried as he would and as best to, his shoulders stiffened again. As did his spine when his brain was arguing with him again. He would be the only one who had known that's what it was doing. Thank Shiva for that. "I'm...Forgive me...I didn't think..." his words were about as jumbled over each other and sooner within that, they become a pile of a silly mess as he tried to come up with an explanation for his flaws in front of her. Again, he had realized that perfectionism was another flaw that he had built up. No thanks, to Shinra who wanted nothing more and expected nothing but desirable results. For the time he was able to achieve that without fail until... he set Nibelheim ablaze. That thinking helped reduce the sting of his mistakes just now. It helped him be able to cope with embarrassing himself. He wouldn't be telling her that, though. Or was it, how she'd moved share seating with him the very moment while he preoccupied himself with his damnedable anxieties, she'd stop his nonsense and nipped it in a bud. She'd used this as a excuse to kiss him over at his ear, in which her lips brushed along the shell of it? Everything start to melt away. She had succeeded in halting at the foot of one of his worst tendency of habits. He'd perk at what was said to him in secrecy. He wouldn't be parroting what she said to him to that changed his entire mood. Why would he? He has much more respect and class than that.

#topmechaniic #i apologize for the wait #i've been experiencing writer's block here and there #i took the moment to write while my creativity struck--- #playing yakuza 0 helped me an odd way to come up with something #i hope you enjoyed this #i love watching sephiroth become an adorable huffy and pouty mess #more like a wreck but you get the whole bit of it #Bow your head if you wish to keep it: IC asks

[edensbackyard]

Tape recorder click sound my beloved

#when i tell you i screamed #tmagp #the magnus archives #the magnus protocol #magpod #tmagp 10 #tmagp fanart #art #artists on tumblr #digital art #tma fanart #hello jon apologies for the deception #tape recorder click sound how did i miss you #cant wait for the horrors it will bring #also this episode was like a shovel to the face also my god #tmagp spoilers

[lotus-pear]

these losers again

#sorry for literally drawing never ever. apology skk for u guys #ALSO WAIT WAIT nobody talks abt this but #we need to enforce the fact that dazai has these large soft gorgeous brown doe eyes and chuuya has the vulpine sharp sullen dark cat eyes #skk both have brown eyes guys. not enough ppl know this💔 #anyway enough abt that before i go on an entire tangent abt how bones fucking RUINED everyones character designs #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #bsd #chuuya nakahara #nakahara chuuya #dazai osamu #osamu dazai #skk #soukoku #lotus draws

[e-m-p-error]

✨️ to Vox from Velvette Uwu

Send a ✨ if your Muse thinks my Muse is pretty!

[ Vox ]

"Aww, aren't you the sweetest, Doll Face? I think you're pretty, too." He held out a hand like he might cup her cheek, but he faltered, just letting it float beside her head in case she was in a mood. It was always hard to tell with her.

#We Fear That Pop-Culture Is The Only Culture We’re Ever Going To Have (νσχ) #(Vox and Velvette - Winters-Club) #I apologize for the wait #Vox's muse was low for a few days

[jq37]

I am feeling a way about Aelwyn continually inviting Adane to hang out at her apartment even though it's a disaster area with her ten ornery cats and scattered microwave dinner trays. I know a part of that is Brennan just wanting a reason to show the audience the very funny contrast from, "I came here to fuck!" to "Nooo Hector :(" But there's also something to her being like, "I want you here with me even though it will entirely ruin any possible remaining mystique around my cool girl persona"--something she absolutely still cares about in a general sense as she tells Adaine not to tell Fabian anyone else about what her apartment is like. It's one thing to be nice, but it's another to be vulnerable, especially when you've been raised in such a way that every weakness was used as a future attack--so much so that her entire brand of magic is protecting herself and not being vulnerable.

#dimension 20 #fantasy high #adaine abernant #aelwyn abernant #d20 #spoilers #not gonna apologize for all the abernant posting #bc I've been waiting for this for YEARS #this is my oscars #anyway I love it when a bit is anchored in like character development #fy aelwyn would have NEVER let adaine see her being this uncool #now she's like pleassssse visit me I miss you

[assassyart]

*brings out hypnosis tool* Bakugou and Deku WILL catch up on the time they missed as kids. They WILL be friends again.

#assassys #katsuki bakugou #kacchan #izuku midoriya #deku #mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bkdk #bakudeku #platonic here but still #this is my apology for not drawing them in so long #i am extremely happy with this drawing so i hope it was worth the wait

[valgeristik]

This scene for Gale triggered for me in the funniest place possible

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 gale #gale bg3 #bg3 tav #astarion bg3 #shadowheart bg3 #GHAUGH THE TAGS. TOO MANY. but alas. #kunst huli #aino bg3 oc #i wanted to fully color this at first but then i was like. wait. wait a moment. #i can make my life so much easier. i can live deliciously #but for real gale pls we COULD have at LEAST moved to the side #also formal apology for making posts long with my pic placement but it just looked the best in this way..... #and i CANNOT be assed to size my panels pre-upload so nothing is cut off weirdly. sorry #also i drew everyone but gale in their jammies bcs i cant be assed to draw armor. sorry again

[ankaaz]

Sigh. Do you know that one song Until I Found You by Stephen Sanchez. Lmao it’s probably doing to be in my Spotify wrapped top five. And he has another song Because of You, and it’s perfection.

I’m imagining Atsumu singing it, because I’m convinced that he can sing. And I think he can play piano kind of. Idk I just feel it in my soul that his mom got him and osamu to take some sort of music lessons when they were young.

And just ahhh imagine him playing Because of You. there this one line: “I like you heart and I like it’s size.” And that line is me in a nutshell, idk lol I just have a big heart, and it makes me feel nice when people notice and don’t take advantage. So imagining him singing that is making me feral.

Is there a lyric that you would want him to to sing. Like a line in a song where you’re like holy shit that’s me.

omg yes!!! I am a huge fan of that song, and I haven't heard the other one so I'll have to give it a listen :) ugh yes, that would be so attractive. I don't think Atsumu would have like the perfect singing voice, but I do think he'd have a rough, charming singing voice. he'd totally serenade you and pretend he hadn't been practicing loads for this moment haha.

hmm, honestly I can't think of any line in a song that I feel like fits me, but also I tend to listen to songs based off of the feeling rather than the lyrics. instead him playing the piano and signing, I think I'd love it if we were just driving aimlessly in the night and the song call me out by sea girls was playing or we were dancing to it. idk, I just love the vibe of the song haha, but I also do like the lyrics "oh, love when you call me out / pull me up to ground / mouth to mouth" from the song.

#idk why the hellsite didn't notify me of this :/ #i apologize for the wait #hope you're doing well!!! #willo! #mailbox <3

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

assorted laughingstocks i never posted!

#BITES THEM #wait at least i Think i never posted... apologies if there's a repeat! #actually no. no apologies. Look At Them #scribble salad #laughingstock #every day i go into that tag and roll up my sleeves like I Gotta Do Everything Around Here #so im kicking these doodles into it #i have so much stuff i just havent posted #so im queuing up multiple scribble posts back to back