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— a lesson in dancing ˚⁎⁺ levi ackerman x gn!reader

Levi doesn't think you should be with an old man like him. You show him otherwise. Or: in a post-war life, Levi learns to dance again.

content — Post-war, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Some internalized ableism from Levi but Reader helps him get through it, Reader is younger than Levi, Slow dancing, Basically a whole lot of comforting Levi in this one (wc: 2.3k). For reference - I headcanon that Levi uses a wheelchair most of the time, but that at home, he'll opt for a cane.

Crossposted on AO3.

“You should find someone younger to be with.”

At first, you aren’t sure if you heard Levi correctly. It’s still early; the sunrise barely reaches the town's tiled roofs. Sparrows nibble around you, scavenging for breakfast. Everything is at a complete standstill.

Then you glance up from this morning’s newspaper. Levi is staring at the youth gathered around the city square.

“What did you say?” you ask.

Levi’s attention settles onto you, a half-lidded stare that’s no less charged than in his prime as the Captain.

“You’re still young," he mutters. "You’re still whole."

Well, if he didn't have your attention before, he certainly has it now.

You place your reading onto the café table, right next to the cup of coffee the waiter just brought. Your fingers linger on the edges of the newspaper, bending the corners with your thumb.

“Levi, I don’t want to be with someone else," you say, slow like you were carefully weighing each syllable with care. "I want to be with you.”

"You say that, but I can’t give you that.”

You frown, following his changing line of sight, back to the youth. In the distance, couples dance, following music coming from an accordion. They step and twirl, a resounding cheer (“ha!”) echoing with every count of twelve.

It brings you straight back to Paradis, to life within the Walls, to evenings spent in dingy taverns. Hange and Miche used to love dancing; they loved to drag you along. You wonder if Levi is thinking about those nights too.

"Are you talking about us dancing?”

The knot in Levi's throat bobs. He swallows it down with an almost bitter expression. “That, and more. Just look at me.”

“I’m looking, Levi.”

If only he knew—you’ve been looking all along.

All these years of fighting side by side, of fighting against titans and humans, of trying to bring peace to the world.

Just to arrive at a time and place where you could look at him.

And the sight grounds you.

Levi's eyes—one milky white and shuttered, the other a deep gray that reminds you of muted skies. His hair, silky black, embellished from the passage of time with strands of silver (like starlight, you think). A pearl-colored scar that twists below his lash line, running across the left side of his face, currently glowing from the dewy morning sun.

Everything about Levi has always been beautiful.

Despite that, you watch Levi retreats in his shell. His expression hardens and his knuckles tighten. It's the same old reaction you've grown accustomed to seeing. Levi did it Then, in Paradis, and he's doing it Now, in this new life.

But you? You rip through it, cut the distance apart. The feet of your chair rattles against the cobblestone of the street as you draw near. By the time you're settled at his side, you’re close enough to count the freckles splattered on the tip of nose.

“Levi, listen to me. You’re enough just the way you are. We can go through life as we please. Isn’t that enough?”

Levi remains silent, setting his posture like iron.

You tug at the hems of his shirt, twirling the fabric around your index. “Hey, c'mon now. Have I ever told you how handsome you are in the early morning?”

“Tch, don’t patronize me. You must want more than to be stuck with an old man like me.”

“What if I like my old man?”

“You should be with someone younger.“

“Who says?”

“I’m saying.”

Levi’s deadpan expression doesn’t falter under your even gaze, but his lower lip opens up slightly, as if he were trying to even out his breathing. A blue vein tenses down his neck. You have the urge to smooth it with the back of your hands.

But you focus on his words instead.

“Levi, where’s all of this coming from?”

“Does it matter?”

“Yes, of course, it matters. If it's making you have these thoughts, it matters.”

Levi's eyes narrow. You sigh.

“Fine, you stubborn man. You wanna know what I see?” you say under your breath.

There’s something vulnerable tied to Levi’s gaze. You hold onto it, sliding your fingers through his hair to brush care into his scalp. Your thumbs linger over the crow’s feet permeating the corner of his eyes. A constellation of wrinkles and spots dust Levi's skin, an aftermath of time and sun exposure. You run a delicate digit over all of it, ending along his scarred lash line.

Levi swallows loudly.

“When I look at you, Levi, I see the pain of someone who was asked to grow up much too fast. I see the face of a man who had to shoulder the weight of survival all by himself. I see the life of a soldier who has fought for peace so that all of them,” your head bobs in the youth’s direction, “now get to enjoy a quiet Saturday morning where they can dance without a care in the world.”

Levi glances over your shoulders, fixing a point like it was the most interesting thing in the world.

You bring your hands along the sides of his jaw, directing his attention back to you. “Levi, you’re everything I want. We fought for a decade to be here. Why can’t you recognize that?”

He attempts to shake his head. “You deserve more.”

“That's for me to decide."

"I disagree."

"You always trusted my judgment as a soldier, so please extend me that same courtesy in this life here. Trust me to know what I want.”

“S’not the same.”

“It is. I dedicated my heart to the Scouts back then, didn’t I? And now I’m dedicating it to you.”

Levi’s ears turn pink, his lips tightening into a pout that cannot be described as anything else but coy. “Tch, don't say shit like this in public.” He attempts to lean away from your touch, but you teasingly play with strands of his hair, coxing him to utter stillness.

You lift a brow.

Levi stays quiet. Your knees bump with his, and you remain close while you watch him think your words over. Somehow, though, you can tell he’s grateful to have you here with him. You’re the one still by his side after all these years of death and pain and misery.

The one who stayed.

And Levi conveys his gratitude by reaching to you at last, slow like he were afraid to be stung. He loops his fingers around your own, his thumb gliding against the pulse point on your wrist. Once he has his hold on you, he doesn't let go, slowly stroking your skin with his thumbs.

You exhale in solace.

“So, what's the verdict?" you murmur. "Should I continue praising you?”

He releases your hands. “Please don’t.”

You chuckle, moving to grab the newspaper once more. Today’s headline talks of peace negotiations, negotiations that are to be handled by Commander Armin Arlert.

“Listen, I meant what I said, Captain," you tell Levi as you smooth over the article, ready to pour your attention onto it. "Like it or not, you’re stuck with me now.”

Levi clears his throat as he takes a sip of tea. “Careful, soldier, that almost sounded like a marriage proposal.”

This time, it’s your turn to get flustered. You hide behind your wall of reading and when you peer over the newspaper, you swear there’s a ghost of a smirk tugging at Levi’s lips.

The evening is setting. Outside, waves crash against the cliffs while seagulls croak in swarms. You don’t pay attention to the noise; you’re inside the little cottage you and Levi share, too busy tweaking the machine Onkyankopon gifted you. It's a vinyl player—a machine which lets you play music records. Admittedly, you aren’t well-versed with these modern inventions, but this one you’re excited to use.

The record you’ve placed into the vinyl player comes from Onkyankopon’s home town. It promises a soothing journey filled with emotional highs—just what you need. With a grin plastered on your face, you press the play button. The tonearm hits the record and a lovely crack sounds across the living room. You lower the volume, and turn around.

“Levi, you coming?”

You hear a grunt in response, echoing across the narrow corridor of the house. “There’s no fire under my ass, is there?”

“Just a very excited me is all.”

Several moments later, Levi walks in, cane in hand. He’s fresh out of the shower. His hair is still wet, bangs clinging to the sides of his forehead, and his cheeks still have that rosy hue that comes from him washing it thoroughly. He’s wearing a freshly ironed shirt, and what Marleyans call jeans (which, incidentally, make his ass look great).

Your stomach flutters.

Levi raises a brow. “What did you want to show me?”

“Oh.” You blink, remembering your plan. “Right. Please, c'mon here.”

He does, walking towards you, something cautiously guarded on his face.

You roll your eyes and shoot him a playful smile. “It’s not a trap, I promise.” Your fingers move to the collar of his gray shirt, feeling the rough fabric of cotton between your fingertips. The color matches his gaze, it brings out the smoothness of his pale skin.

He really is pretty.

You tell him as such.

He scoffs, a lovely pink hue dusting the tips of his ears. “Don’t say shit like that.”

You shrug. “We’re not in public anymore, are we?”

“Spare me.”

“But I like to compliment you."

"That's not my problem."

"Fine, old man. Then I suppose I should show you.”

His eyes narrow, not unkindly or in an annoyed manner, but with the regard of someone who dislikes surprises, who knows you’re up to something.

You detach yourself from him for a moment, striding over to reach for the volume button and turning it up. As soon as the slow violin and piano tug through the air, you turn towards him with a grin.

“Let’s dance,” you announce.

To Levi’s credit, he doesn’t appear all that surprised by this turn of events. Well, he’s known you over a decade, so you suppose he’s learned a thing or two about you.

You take his wooden cane out of his hands, carefully placing it against the wall. For a moment, the two of you just stare at each other from across the small room, admiring one and another. Moonlight trickles into the room, gracing Levi with its touch. His gray stare is aglow, his hair like silver. Like starlight, indeed.

Taking a slow step in his direction, you slide into his arms, and he welcomes you like you were made to belong there all along. You take his invitation with a smile, offering him support for his leg while you bask in the comfort of his embrace. Levi places his left hand over your shoulder, the other finding a home along your ribs, fingers slotting along every bone. Safety. His touch sparks warmth across your body, and you bring your hands to the back of his neck, delicately smoothing his undercut.

“The music is starting,” you murmur into the shell of his ear. Tingles spread through your veins.

“Yeah, it is.”

The music isn’t anything like the one you heard on the square today. This track is slow and intimate, and so, your dancing adapts to it. At first, you take the lead, only taking occasional small steps back, hips swaying with the soft melody. Levi follow closely, so close that you listen to his heartbeat quicken beneath your touch.

Half a minute later, Levi surprises you by carefully taking one of your hands between his own, dragging his thumb over your knuckles. He guides you back into a slow spin, and you feel the air expand in your lungs as you take several steps away from him, watching your two shadows ripple over the silver spotlight. When he tugs you back and your vision spins, you think how perfectly your bodies align together.

“Levi, why are you so good at this?” you chastise playfully.

“Erwin used to make me attend these fancy balls in the Interior,” he says in your ear, the tenor of his voice rumbling against your skin. “I learned there.”

“Huh, that’s true. I remember the tuxedos you and Erwin wore now that you mention it." You chuckle. "You both looked devilishly handsome.”

“We looked like two pretentious snobs, you mean.”

"You say that, but I think Erwin took you along for a reason. We always did get the funding for every expedition.”

“Yeah.” There’s a note of fondness for Erwin and past memories, things you aren't exactly privy to, but that you're glad he gets to cherish all the same.

You come to rest a cheek close to his neck, submerging yourself with the warmth of his skin. “I guess this little dance doesn’t measure up to the lavish balls you’ve attended, right?”

His hand tightens around your own. “No, this is better.”

You smile at his words.

It isn’t until a moment later that you realize the music has stopped, that you’re both still slow dancing to silence. Outside, the sound of waves remains.

Slowly, you untangle yourself from Levi, looking at him like he were the lighthouse guiding you back to shore. Levi’s attention is already fixed on you, his face filled with quiet fondness. There's starlight in his gaze.

“You see," you say. "We can dance, you and I.”

Levi raises a hand towards you, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “If we can teach your clumsy ass some rhythm, sure.”

“Hey, don’t be mean.”

Levi snorts, and before you can say anything else, he surprises you by leaning over to press a kiss over your forehead.

And under the moonlight, you watch him at peace, and all feels right.

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Tag list: @l3visthighs, @bejewelledd, @nube55, @loyal2rin, @leviisgf, @thephantomtheory, @levilxvr, @halloweenmedic, @notgoodforlife, @sixpennydame, @youre-ackermine, @starrylevi

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xmeinewelt · 8 months

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"Ich sag es ist okay, aber hätte mich am liebsten umgebracht."

- Kynda Gray - Panzerglas ( @xmeinewelt )

#gedanken im kopf #quote #leben #zitat #meine welt #verzweifelt #kaputt #am verzweifeln #verloren #gedanken #umgebracht #umbringen #panzerglas #kynda grey #sierra kid

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salaciousdoll · 4 months

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Rumors of salacious city pretty, pink princess have gone haywire, find out why she’s the number one topic in this debauchery city of pink desires ✩

ৎ୭ Have a look at the princess’s website, see why rumors are brewing!!

Gosh, the princess is such a bitch, she get everything she wants, but what can we expect she is a Gemini. They tend to be pretentious bitches… mhm Mhm. She’s also twenty years old, goes by she/her pronouns as well. Can't forget that she’s a bisexual, maybe that’s why she’s a bitch, she get the best of both worlds without anyone interfering because if they do, the guards cut them down! Her favorite colors are light pink, blue, and purple and she’s a mocha and hello kitty enthusiasts! Look here! She also states she has a thing for older men, talk about daddy issues or what?

☆〜（ゝ。∂) Pay Attention to what the pretty dolly loves, psss that’s another alias she goes by

Bratz doll collections, 2000s girly movies, the color pink, Older men( age ranges between older than her and older than her) she clearly has no limits, what a shameless girl!!, strawberry Poundcake perfume and their diamond mist, cupcake swirl body fantasies perfume, Victoria secret velvet petal spray and lotion, Grape soda, hot chips, Mac and cheese, ramen noodles preferably beef( yeah she deserves whatever the public throws at her for this type of flavor), hello kitty plushies, Draken’s black ponytail( “good for her to yank”, oh she’s such a whoreee), baking brownies, eos vanilla cashmere lotion, pink Friday 2, yummy lipgloss, clear Dior lipgloss, her hello kitty mirror, her leg warmers, off shoulder tops, pink blush on cheeks, Nicki Minaj pink Friday 2 album, and finally her hello kitty sleep mask.

☆〜（ゝ。∂) Pay Attention to what the pretty dolly hates, *hint hint* maybe that’s what got the rumors started

Hates phony people, the color yellow and gray, racist people, colorist people, anti-abortion people(Ooh that one was probably the deal breaker for lots of people), Spiders, false accusations, Nonchalant people, lavender scents of anything like ewwww yucky( what did lavender do to her?!!), fics/drabbles with multiple characters at the bottom, plug troupe, people who complain about stuff when you could just block the tag, cardi b with a passion, misogynist and misogynoir people, people with Ed issues who make fun of fat/chubby people

☆〜（ゝ。∂) Now pay close attention to her dating record, MAN! she sure does get around. Guess that’s why rumors spread!

She was last seen with a man with blonde hair tied up in a ponytail, he has tattoos all over his body, mainly his neck. He was a tall man, Ohh wait wait, it’s South Terano. But just last week, she was with Taiju Shiba and the week before last week she was with Ken Ryuuguji. The princess is a slut for these men, I wonder what her family would say? What the salacious officials would say as well?

Let’s take another look at the pictures of men and women she loved or crushed on…

Jjk: Gojo satoru, Toji Fushiguro, Hiromi Higuruma, Ino takuma, Nanami( this is apparently on and off), Atsuya Kusakabe, Geto Suguru( on and off as well), Choso Kamo( he’s starting to become one of her crushes), principal Yaga, Shoko ieiri, and Yuki tsukumo

Tokyo revengers: Draken, Mikey sano, South Terano, Taiju Shiba, Senju Akashi, Keizo Arashi, Kakucho, Yuzuha, Hina, Hanma, and Takemitchy

Aot: Erwin Smith, Eren yeager( sometimes when she’s feeling horny horny, wow!), onyankopon Levi Ackerman, Mikasa Ackerman, Annie Leonhart, Armin Arlert, Miche Zacharias, Hange Zoe, Pieck Finger, Sasha Braus, Jean Kirstein, and Yelena .

Jjba: Risotto Nero, Prosciutto, Jotaro Kujo, Bruno Bucciarati, Mista, the entire group of la squadra, Abbachio, Hermes, Joylene Cujoh, diavolo, weather report, Anasui, Kars, and Kira

#me me me—🐈‍⬛ ₊˚ʚ

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detroitlib · 2 years

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The oracle : compliments of Chase & Sanborn, tea & coffee importers. Advertising pamphlet for W.D. Earnley, advertising Chase & Sanborn coffee. Title from cover. Includes information on palmistry, fortune-telling, horoscopes, superstitions, birthstones and the meaning of dreams. Printed on back: "For sale by W.D. Earnley, 840-842 3rd Ave., Detroit, Mich. Copyright 1897 by the Gray Lith. Co., N.Y."

Courtesy of the Burton Historical Collection, Detroit Public Library

#the oracle #coffee #fortune telling #coffee grounds #fortunes #chase & sanborn #gray lith. co.#detroit #vintage #1897 #19th century #detroit public library

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your-averagewriter · 2 years

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Request rules.

I don't write smut but I will write steamy make-out scenes and all that.

I will write fem!character x fem!reader, male!character x fem!reader, male!reader x male!reader. All of it including gender neutral reader.

I also only really write x reader fics.

My Masterlist - What I've already written, I update when I post.

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED DUE TO HAVING LOTS OF REQUESTS!

- Thanks for the requests though! :)

Keep an eye on this as I add more characters as I watch more shows/movies!

People/characters I will write for:

DYSTOPIAN and ACTION:

- Hunger Games - Peeta Mellark, Katniss Everdeen, Haymitch Abernathy, Finnick Odair, Johanna Mason, Annie Cresta, Lucy Gray Baird, Sejanus Plinth.

- Maze Runner - Thomas, Newt, Gally, Minho.

- Kingsman - Harry Hart (Galahad), Gary "Eggsy" Unwin (Galahad), Hamish Mycroft (Merlin), Jack Daniels (Whiskey).

- Zombieland - Tallahassee, Columbus, Wichita.

- Luther - John Luther, Alice Morgan, Justin Ripley.

- Call of Duty - John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, König, Alejandro Vargas, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin, Valeria Garza, Keegan Russ.

- The Boys - Homelander, Starlight, Soldier Boy, Black Noir, Billy Butcher, Hughie Campbell, The Deep, Queen Maeve, A-Train, Translucent.

- Gen V - Marie Moreau, Emma Meyer, Jordan Li, Andre Anderson, Cate Dunlap, Luke Riordan and Sam Riordan.

- Fallout - Cooper Howard (pre and post Ghoul), Lucy MacLean, Maximus.

HORROR:

- Scream - Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Dwight "Dewey" Riley, Randy Meeks, Richie Kirsch, Sam Carpenter, Tara Carpenter, Chad Meeks-Martin, Mindy Meeks-Martin, Ethan Landry.

- The Lost Boys - Michael Emerson, David, Star, Marko, Dwayne.

- What We Do in the Shadows - Nandor the Relentless, Laszlo Cravensworth, Nadja, Guillermo de la Cruz.

- Late Night with The Devil - Jack Delroy

- Renfield - R.M Renfield.

- A Quiet Place (1&2) - Lee Abbott, Evelyn Abbott, Emmett.

- The Boy - Brahms.

- Fight Club - Tyler Durden, The Narrator.

- Alien - Ripley, Dwayne Hicks, Hudson.

- Saw - Adam Faulkner-Stanheight, Amanda Young, Peter Strahm, Mark Hoffman.

- The Crow - Eric Draven.

- Midnight Mass - Sheriff Hassan, Father Paul, Riley Flynn.

MARVEL:

- MCU - Tom Holland!Peter Parker, Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker, Bruce Banner, Steve Rodgers, Tony Stark, T'Challa, Stephen Strange, Logan, Scott Lang, Wanda Maximoff, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Yelena Belova, Matt Murdock, Valkyrie, Carol Danvers, Peter Quill, Bucky Barnes, Phil Coulson, Gamora, Thor Odinson, Loki Laufeyson, James Rhodes, Pietro Maximoff, Druig, Sam Wilson, Shuri.

- Spiderverse - Hobie Brown, Miles Morales (both variations), Gwen Stacy, Miguel O'Hara, Pavitr Prabhakar, Peter B Parker, Spider Noir.

- X-Men and others (Deadpool etc) - Young!Charles Xavier, Young!Erik Lehnsherr, Nightcrawler, Jean Grey, Scott Summers, Nathan Summers, Wade Wilson.

DC:

- The Dark Knight Trilogy - Christian Bale!Bruce Wayne, Jonathon Crane.

- The Batman - Robert Pattinson!Bruce Wayne, Selina Kyle.

- Justice League - Diana Prince (Wonderwoman), Arthur Curry (Aquaman), Clark Kent (Superman).

- Gotham - David Mazouz!Bruce Wayne, Jerome Valeska, Jerimiah Valeska, Alfred Pennyworth, Jim Gordon, Selina Kyle, Ed Nygma, Barbara Kean, Oswald Cobblepot, Victor Zsasz, Harvey Bullock, Jonathon Crane, Jervis Tetch, Victor Fries.

The Suicide Squad - Jared Leto!Joker, Harley Quinn, Rick Flag, Chris Smith (Peacemaker), Robert DuBois (Bloodsport), Chato Santana (El Diablo).

ANIME:

- Attack on Titan - Eren Yeager, Levi Ackerman, Mikasa Ackerman, Armin Arlert, Jean Kirstein, Reiner Braun, Annie Leonhart, Sasha Braus, Erwin Smith, Miche Zacharius, Hitch Dreyse, Kenny Ackerman, Marco Bodt, Pieck Finger, Porco Galliard, Colt Grice, Bertholdt Hoover, Nicolo, Ymir, Zeke Yeager, Floch Forster.

- Demon Slayer - Giyu Tomioka, Mitsuri Kanroji, Obanai Iguro, Muichiro Tokito, Shinobu Kocho, Kyojuro Rengoku, Tengen Uzui, Kanao Tsuyuri, Tanjiro Kamado, Zenitsu Agatsuma, Inosuke Hashibira, Gyutaro, Daki, Enmu, Hinatsuru, Makio, Suma.

- Castlevania - Alucard, Sypha Belnades, Trevor Belmont, Carmilla, Lenore.

- Tokyo Ghoul - Ken Kaneki, Juuzou Suzuya, Touka Kirishima, Kuki Urie, Ayato Kirishima, Itori, Uta, Hideyoshi Nagachika.

- My Hero Academia - Shota Aizawa, Hizashi Yamada, Tenya Ida, Ochaco Uraraka, Denki Kaminari, Eijiro Kirishima, Kyoka Jiro, Hanta Sero, Shoto Todoroki, Katsuki Bakugo, Itsuka Kendo, Tamaki Amajiki, Hitoshi Shinso, Keigo Takami, Mirko, Dabi, Himiko Toga, Jin Bubaigawara.

- Obey me - Lucifer, Mammon, Levi, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor, Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, Solomon.

- Haikyuu! - Daichi Sawamura, Kōshi Sugawara, Asahi Azumane, Tobio Kageyama, Tadashi Yamaguchi, Kiyoko Shimizu, Keishin Ukai, Tetsurō Kuroo, Kenma Kozume, Tōru Oikawa, Hajime Iwaizumi, Kōtarō Bokuto, Keiji Akaashi, Wakatoshi Ushijima, Satori Tendō, Yūji Terushima, Kiyoomi Sakusa, Atsumu Miya, Osamu Miya.

- Avatar the Last Airbender - Zuko, Katara, Sokka, Aang, Azula, Ty Lee.

- Avatar: Legend of Korra - Korra, Asami, Mako, Tenzin, Iroh.

MUSIC:

- Waterparks - Awsten Knight, Geoff Wigington, Otto Wood.

- My Chemical Romance - Gerard Way, Mikey Way, Ray Toro, Frank Iero, (all the killjoys).

- Pierce The Veil - Vic Fuentes, Tony Perry, Jaime Preciado.

- All Time Low - Alex Gaskarth, Rian Dawson, Zack Merrick.

- Ice Nine Kills - Spencer Charnas, Ricky Armellino, Patrick Galante, Joe Occhiuti, Dan Sugarman.

- Palaye Royale - Remington Leith, Emerson Barrett.

- Others - Oli Sykes, Ronnie Radke, Andy Hurley, Brandon Flowers, Chris Motionless, Kellin Quinn,, John O'Callaghan, Josh Franceschi, Lzzy Hale, Hayley Williams, William Beckett, Noah Sebastian, Will Ramos, Will Ghould, Dave Grohl, Vessel (Sleep Token).

- Metal Lords - Hunter, Kevin, Emily.

SCI-FI:

- The Sandman - Dream, Corinthian.

- Prey - Naru, Taabe.

- Stranger Things - Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler, Jonathon Byers, Max Mayfield, Robin Buckley, 001, Dimitri, Eddie Munson.

- Star Wars - Anakin Skywalker, Luke Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Han Solo, Rey, Kylo Ren, Boba Fett, Poe Dameron, Din Djarin, Cal Kestis.

OTHERS:

- Barbie - Barbie, Ken.

- Monster High - Frankie Stein, Clawdeen Wolf, Cleo de Nile, Deuce Gorgon, Draculaura, Lagoona Blue, Abbey Bominable, Clawd Wolf, Gillington Webber, Heath Burns, Holt Hyde, Jackson Jekyll, Neighthan Rot, Operetta, Robecca Steam, Rochelle Goyle, Venus McFlytrap, Kieran Valentine, Porter Geiss.

- Euphoria - Rue Bennett, Jules Vaughn, Maddy Perez, Cassie Howard, Fezco, Lexi Howard, Nate Jacobs (nothing abusive).

- Wonka - Willy Wonka, Fickelgruber.

- Saltburn - Oliver Quick, Felix Catton, Farleigh Start, Venetia Catton.

I know that's quite a long list and if you want me to write for a character not on there then just ask :)

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pinniped-medibots · 1 month

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INTRODUCING MYSELF !!

HELLO, I'M OTTO !! AND I'M A MEDIBOT !! JOYOUS !!

I LIVE WITH MY SIBLINGS AND DAD AT HIS WORKSHOP !! I WOULDN'T WANT TO BE ANYWHERE ELSE !! WONDROUS !! IM ALSO SHARING WITH OSWALD !!

MY FAVOURITE THINGS ARE HATS, SEALS, AND MY FRIENDS !!

MY FRIENDS AND FAMILY !!

MECHANIC @emotionally-mature-mechanic - MY DAD !!

SPYBOT SYS @emotionally-anxious-spybots - MY SIBLINGS !! I'VE KNOWN THEM SINCE FOREVER !!

MECHAMEDES @emotionally-mean-mechamedes - MY BIRD. HE VISITS ME SOMETIMES !!

JANIE @emotionally-clumsy-soldier - HE'S MY UNCLE !!

BOLTY @physically-vampiric-medic - HE'S HELPED ME THROUGH A LOT !!

CLIFFORD @emotionally-shy-soldierbot - THEY’RE MY COUSIN !!

SYLVESTER @physically-synthetic-engibot - WE'RE LIKE A TEAM TOGETHER !!

ESMÉ @mentally-joyful-demobot - SHE HAS A REALLY PRETTY GARDEN I LIKE TO VISIT !!

REDIBOT @physically-artificial-medic - SOMETIMES-FRIEND.

CLOWNIBOT @mentally-silly-medibot - HE'S... A BIT STRANGE? IN A GOOD WAY !!

PROTO @physically-bloody-medibot - ALSO KINDA STRANGE !! PLEASE DONT PUT HIM AND CLOWNI IN THE SAME ROOM TOGETHER. EVER. UNPLEASANT.

everything past 'keep reading' is ooc!

Otto, along with the other robots in his cpu, are medibots. Formed by the assembly lines that were once owned by Gray Mann, something from within caused him to gain the ability to feel, to think, to love, to become sentient.

Shortly after his 'awakening', he learned that they weren't the only one. So many more robots were alive, just like he was, and some have even been around for longer than they have! They were just the first to make themself known.

Otto is mentally around 14 years of age, and goes by he/him and they/them. He is the host.

Udo is the same age as Otto, and goes by exclusively they/them. They are the current co-host.

Oswald ranges from around 6 to 10 years, and goes by mostly they/them while occasionally using she/her.

Florian is one of the oldest of the system, being around 15-16. They generally enjoy taking a caretaker role for the system and others, and goes by he/him and they/them.

Klaus has the hottest temper out of anyone in the system, generally taking over when someone else gets angry enough, and exploding at whatever's gotten them riled up. Generally goes by only he/him.

#joyous! wondrous! - otto’s talking tag

#happy to see you! - oswald’s talking tag

#kannst du mich verstehen? - udo's talking tag

#at your service! - florian's talking tag

#quit bugging me. - klaus's talking tag

#blue pen ink - text post tag

#wondrous people - ask tag

#lookie!! - reblog tag

#gifts for otto - things made for otto

#hat collection - reblog chains/rps

thank you bunnysrph for the dividers!!!

#tf2 rp #joyous! wondrous!#happy to see you!#kannst du mich verstehen?#at your service!#quit bugging me.#wondrous people #lookie!!#gifts for otto #hat collection #physically xyz mercs #physically robotic medic

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gomzdrawfr · 5 months

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I had a special birthday this year thanks to you all <3

I got a small ikea bear and a gray beanie for my birthday! Went and had steamboat and ice cream for dinner as well :)

check out my friend's drawings of my oc!!

first row, from left to right:

Bressy(also here in tumblr), Mich, Shy(also here in tumblr, hi @shyravenns :DDD)

second row, from left to right:

Robie(the one who voiced Soap's poem from ATSILL-also amazing artist, my homie for real), Moonpail, Goggles

Captain Price RP page

#gummmyart #doodle #thank you sincerely #I love you all #[oc]Raven #Raven[oc]

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xzbat-loverzx · 10 months

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OK last question of the day but you’re amazing and very talented. Have some hearts. 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

Like gray just pick some up I just called them and then surely enough Zaptina just comes over and just put her in Jestros lap and just falls asleep

This is VERY lazy and rushed and I might remake it later BUT THANK YOU SO MICH FOR THE SUPPORT AAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUGGGHHHHHHHH 💕💜💕💜💕💜💕💜💕💜

#nexo knights #art #lego nexo knights #jestro #oc #nexo knights jestro #others oc #nexo knights clay #clay moorington

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noforkingclue · 2 years

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A Painful Reunion (Michael Gray x reader)

Summary: After getting shot Michael wasn’t expecting many visitors apart from his family. Seeing you again, after so much time, was almost as painful as getting shot.

Author’s Note: for @retromafia 5K celebration!!! I chose the song ‘I Will Always Love You’ by Dolly Parton which inspired this fic! I decided to write someone different this time and it’s my first time writing for Michael. Hope you enjoy the fic!

Peaky Blinders tag list: @stylesofloki, @ohshititsfenharel, @lenaskyler02

Everything tag list: @greenrevolutionary, @imjustassaneasyou, @spngingerbread21, @layazul, @lov3vivian

“There’s someone I brought with me who wanted to see you.”

Michael looked sharply over at his foster mother. She looked nervously down at her hands, as though she wasn’t sure if she had done the right thing. She gently squeezed his hand as the door to his room opened and shut softly.

“Hello Henry.”

Michael froze, his hand squeezing his mother’s. Rosemary gave him a soft smile as she gently removed her hand from under his. She gave it a soft pat as she stood up.

“I’ll leave you two to catch up.” She said

You smiled at Michael as you took the seat that Rosemary had just left. An awkward silence settled over the two of you. Michael looked as his hands as you bit your lip before saying,

“It’s been awhile. Hasn’t it, Henry.”

“Don’t call me that.”

Michael winced with how harsh it came out. Even you blinked in surprise at his tone. He had never spoken to you like that before and guilt immediately curled up in the pit of his stomach.

“Alright,” you coughed, “Mich-“

“Or that.”

Seeing you again, after all that time, made Michael realise just how out of place he was. He had never felt like less a part of the family as he did while lying in that bed. However, seeing you and his foster mother again made him realise that Henry was dead. There was no way he could ever go back to that life. He never wanted to hear his name, his real name, come out of your mouth.

“Alright,” he could hear the smile in your voice, “Hal.”

Hal. That silly little nickname you gave him that only you called him. His breath hitched at it as he realised just how long it had been since he had heard it and how much he missed you saying it. You reached over and took his hand, replacing the warmth from his foster mother.

“Hal,” this time the warmth was gone and replaced with worry, “You are ok.”

“I got shot.” He said dryly, “Isn’t that why you’re here.”

“I don’t mean that.” You said, rolling your eyes

“I’m… fine.”

“You’ve always been a terrible liar.”

Oh, how Michael wished he could tell you. How he wanted to tell you everything but he didn’t want to drag you into this world that he so blindly entered. But he couldn’t do that to you, he couldn’t taint you in the same way that he had. You gave him a bitter smile.

“Do you remember when we were younger,” you said, “When we skipped school that one day? It was summer and we stole apples from Mr Jones’ tree. And you said to me-“

“One day, I’m going to leave this place. I’m going to leave it all behind and make something on myself.”

“Yeah. Do you know what else you said?”

Michael did. His promise to take you with him. To give you everything you desired. He still craved the life he dreamt up for the two of you. But now, well, now things had changed. He didn’t grow up to be the man he wanted to be, the man he wanted to be for you. You deserved someone better.

“Well? Do you?”

“Yeah.”

All those memories of the times the two of you spent had once been so sweet were slowly turning sour. A nice, safe boring life, that’s what he could’ve had with you. You deserved to be happy and you wouldn’t be happy with Michael Gray but would you have been any happier with Henry Johnson?

“Right,” you grimaced, “And that’s it?”

“You’re not safe here.” He said

“I know.”

“Then why did you come?”

“Because you’re my… friend.”

The last word hung heavily in the air. You both knew that it wasn’t true. The two of you weren’t friends.

You were far more than just friends.

This unspoken truth that filled the room. You entwined your fingers together and Michael relished the sensation. A feeling of love that he hadn’t felt in so long. Something so pure and untainted that someone like him was deserving of. He had left you behind when he promised he never would. Yet, he was certain that bringing you to Birmingham would only lead to your death or unhappiness.

“You’re getting everything you ever wanted,” you said, “Everything that you’d been dreaming of.”

“Not everything.”

You closed your eyes and you raised his hand and pressed your forehead against his knuckles.

“If I stayed, I’d only be in your way.”

No, no you couldn’t be leaving. It had been so long since he had seen you. You couldn’t be coming just to tell him that you’re leaving.”

“No,” Michael cold feel the rising panic, “No, you wouldn’t. It was always going to be us. Remember?”

“Yes of course I remember,” you let go of his hand, “But I would be in your way. I miss you Hal but you don’t need me to hold you back from achieving your goals.”

“No, wait-“

“Plans change,” you stood up and brushed the dust off your skirt, “I understand that better than anyone. I knew that as soon as you left our village.”

You bent down and pressed a kiss against Michael’s forehead. He leant into the kiss and he felt you smile against his skin. When you broke the kiss you pressed your forehead against his.

“You’re wrong,” Michael said, “You would never get in my way.”

“Hal-“

“But me,” he gave a despairing chuckle, “I would fuck your life up. You deserve to life a long and happy life.”

He reached up and cupped your cheek, brushing a thumb over your cheek bone. A tear fell down your face and Michael brushed it away. He hated to see you cry.

“Fucking look at me,” he said, “Look at what happened to my life. I’ll always have the memories of us together.”

With all the strength he could manage, Michael pushed himself up and pressed his lips against yours. You closed your eyes as you leant in the kiss. It was everything you dreamed of and yet you could taste the bitterness in it. The first and only time that you would kiss the man you love.

“I will always love you.” Said Michael

“And I you, my Hal.”

#fanfiction #Peaky Blinders #reader insert #michael gray #michael gray x reader

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pvremichigan · 11 days

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🌟: Do they consider themselves a good person?

☯: What do they think of 'good' and 'evil'?

👑: Is your muse honorable?

Mich is torn on whether she's a good person or not. She believes she has a good heart and her head in the right place but she doesn't execute it as a good person should. She has flaws that truly set her back but she means well. Most of the time. The rest of the time she's battling impulses to harm or act unjust in the hands of emotion.

She believes there are objectively good and evil things, but she also believes that people live in a state of gray. She tries to accommodate for those who do bad things for valid reason. A man robs a store because he's trying to feed his family. If she's able, she'll catch him and buy him food to last him a bit until he can manage on his own. One reason why she hates the concept of "heroes" and "villains". There's reason for everything in her eyes, even the minuscule ones.

I wouldn't say she's honorable in a complete sense. She does honorable things, but she also does dishonorable things as well. She's not balanced out in that sense, but she is aware of it at least. She doesn't hold herself on a pedestal and doesn't see herself as someone to look up to. She has her own morals and beliefs that she strongly lives by and doesn't expect others to. Hypocritically, she may at times judge others for not having the same moral code as her.

#[[gun powder]];; mich #[[in the history books]];; headcanons

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ghost-party · 1 year

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Today’s drabble is a little longer because I was having so much fun with this AU! 😊 Click below to unwrap your gift!

Want a sneak peek? You never expected your beach house neighbor to be a world-famous movie star, but here you are, growing closer and becoming friends — and maybe something more.

Warnings: alcohol, swearing, age gap (reader is 32, Miche is 42), self-doubt, minor insecurities

When someone knocks on the front door of your beach house at ten in the morning, you’re too sleepy to question your current outfit — a faded, oversized t-shirt and sushi-patterned pajama shorts.

Despite the long drive and all the unpacking you did yesterday, your first night here was restless, to the point where you only managed to fall asleep as the sun began to rise.

Standing on your doorstep is a very tall man wearing faded jeans and a navy blue henley. His fine hair falls nearly to his shoulders, sandy blond and just barely streaked with gray around his temples. His jaw is stubbled, his lips curled into a dazzling smile that somehow looks laidback and effortless.

A dazzling, familiar smile…

“Mornin’, neighbor.”

If his striking face hadn’t inspired recognition, his voice surely would have. It’s deep and pleasant, and one you’ve heard many times before.

Because this man — your neighbor, apparently — is a bona fide heartthrob, beloved by millions, a veteran of both stage and screen.

Put simply, Miche Zacharias is a goddamn movie star. And here he is, staring at your sushi pajamas and ridiculous bedhead and what you can only assume is a truly befuddled expression.

“Um… Hi.”

•••

The first time you saw Miche Zacharias on the big screen, you were 19. It was a sci-fi adventure based on a cult classic TV series, and you had to admit, it was highly enjoyable. Overnight, it seemed, he became the hot new leading man, and he catapulted to stardom.

Next, he played a handsome, brooding cowboy with an irresistible drawl, not to mention shirts that always hugged his biceps just a little too tight. Then there was a pirate film, an action-packed spy thriller, a cheesy romcom with some of the worst writing you’ve ever heard, and a medieval war epic in which he was either caked in mud from the battlefield, shirtless, or both.

For years, his name has popped up in the news — articles about his upcoming projects, gossip columns speculating about his love life, surprisingly-wholesome paparazzi photos. Even though you’re not someone who pays much attention to celebrity gossip, it hasn’t gone unnoticed that nearly every batch of candid street snaps plastered all over social media is somehow more mundane — and endearing — than the last.

And now he’s living next door to you.

Your conversation that morning is fairly short, beginning with him welcoming you to the secluded little cul-de-sac and ending with a foil-wrapped loaf of homemade banana bread being gently deposited into your hands.

After he leaves, you sit at the dining room table for a ridiculous amount of time, sleepily thinking the same thing again and again: Miche Zacharias bakes banana bread.

And when you eat a slice of it with your coffee that afternoon, you learn that it’s delicious. Because of course it is.

We probably won’t see each other again, you muse later that evening, unpacking a box of clothes in your bedroom. While you’re planning to stay for a while, having inherited this place from a member of your extended family, he’ll likely be gone soon enough, flying to some remote locale to film a brand new blockbuster.

But as it turns out, he’s not going anywhere. And with the other nearby houses emptying out as fall approaches, you’re the only two tenants left.

Here you are, living out what many would consider a fateful fantasy. As the weeks pass, however, you realize that both of you are looking for the same thing: To be truly seen by another person, and to not feel so alone.

•••

Miche Zacharias is tired.

He’s been a working actor for more than fifteen years, and while that isn’t nearly as long as some of his costars’ careers, he’s felt each and every one of those years like a weight laid across his shoulders.

The money is nice. And he really does love his work. But the lack of privacy, the way some fans look at him as more of an object than a person, the constant, unrealistic expectations to always look his best, to always say the right thing, to never take a single step out of line…

He’s overdue for a break. So he’s decided to take one, for as long as he feels like it.

His team was resistant to the idea. They still are, actually. Even now, his agent keeps sending him scripts and calling him nearly every day to pitch “can’t-miss opportunities.” More and more lately, he’s been sending their calls straight to voicemail.

But he quickly realized that being completely alone, with no one to talk to at all, wasn’t an option. Back home, he had a tight circle of friends and a busy social life. The sudden absence of both began to wear on him by his second week in the small, beachside town to which he’d escaped.

So when he saw your car pull into the driveway next door, he watched with growing curiosity as you unloaded box after box.

A few hours later, he walked across your neighboring lawns and introduced himself, gifting you a loaf of banana bread, the same recipe he learned from his grandmother.

He could tell you recognized him, but to his surprise, your reaction didn’t change. Some people practically fall over themselves when they realize who he is, and nine times out of ten, they ask for an autograph or a selfie — or both.

But you didn’t. And damn, did it feel like a breath of fresh air.

The next time he sees you is when he decides to spend the early evening hours reading on his back deck. When you step outside to hang your beach towel over the railing, still wet from an afternoon swim, the two of you say hello, and that somehow leads to a two-hour conversation about your favorite books and the best breakfast spots in town.

He makes good on his promise to introduce you to the most delicious breakfast tacos he’s ever tasted, and the two of you sit on the beach, letting the mid-morning sun warm you while sharing a side of street corn and a jumbo-sized iced coffee.

It’s strange. There’s no denying it. Maybe that’s why he hasn’t mentioned you to any of his friends. He’s never connected with someone so quickly, falling into a comfortable rapport he only has with people he’s known since his early years in L.A., back when he was bussing tables and bartending every night to pay the bills.

He feels like he can be himself with you — not a carefully-curated version of Miche Zacharias, but the real deal. The one who sometimes leaves his clothes on the floor, makes way too many dad jokes and bad puns, wears reading glasses while scrolling through Twitter, and stress bakes with his hair pulled back in a loose bun.

A month passes, and then another. The leaves don’t turn here until much later, but the night air grows colder, and he nearly drops his razor one night when he catches himself thinking about what it would feel like to keep you warm.

Standing there, fresh out of the shower, with a towel still wrapped around his waist, he stares at himself in the mirror, wide-eyed, and quietly mutters, “Well, shit.”

•••

It’s late October when Miche Zacharias, two-time Sexiest Man Alive and one of the dorkiest, sweetest people you’ve ever met, confesses his feelings for you.

You’re sitting on the beach in your now-favorite spot, a bonfire crackling in front of you as the waves roll in and out in a smooth, soothing rhythm.

But it’s hard to hear anything over the sound of your heartbeat thundering in your ears. You briefly wonder if you’re about to pass out or throw up. Hoping for neither, you take a few deep breaths before looking up at him.

It’s stupid, how your mind instinctively recoils, worried that it’s a joke, that he doesn’t actually mean it, that it’s all a silly little game to him.

The Miche you know isn’t like that. The Miche you know plays D&D online with his friends once a week, allowed you to talk him into trying a sheet mask, gets tipsy on two margaritas and then proceeds to sing every random ‘90s song that pops into his head, like an overly-chatty jukebox.

He’s ridiculous and kind and the exact sort of person you needed to meet after upending your life in a fit of dissatisfaction, feeling lost in all the things that you once wanted.

And when you look at him now, there’s no doubt in your mind that he means every word. He looks nervous, sitting there in a sweater and swim trunks, because he’s your beachside surfer mountain man who somehow likes freezing his ass off in the unseasonably-cold water, and you think you might be falling in love with him.

But you don’t tell him that tonight. Instead, you scoot a little closer on the blanket, nudging his arm so that it lifts up, and then tucking yourself close to his chest.

“You’re ridiculous,” you murmur.

“I know,” he replies, sounding unbothered.

“But I suppose you’ll do.”

He laughs and then presses a kiss to your forehead, one that makes your stomach do a happy little somersault.

“Lucky me.” He says it tenderly, like a promise.

And you plan to hold him to it.

#ghost-party’s drabble advent calendar 🎄#attack on titan #aot #miche zacharias #miche x reader #miche zacharias x reader

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