Roxy reacting to her nails getting clipped :(
Whining. She's whining so much. You think she's gonna sit still while people touch her paws and claws? No! Absolutely not! She can't even sit still long enough for someone else to do her hair or makeup most of the time and she LOVES having her hair and fur brushed! She does NOT like her paws being touched!
Well she doesn't care any other time. She's had her paw beans poked by Cassie and Chica a good few times and never bat an eye. As soon as someone is holding clippers though? No touch. Go away. No one can touch her paws ever. No one has ever succeeded in one piece. Not even Cassie! (Lies) No one can touch them ever!
She wriggles around if someone else is holding her and kicks and fusses so fucking much. She will maybe sit still if there are lots of treatos for her, but otherwise it's not happening. She HATES her claws being cut more than her claws being too long. So she says, until her claws are too long again...
With her hand paws, it's generally expected to go much easier than her feet paws and uh... Yeah no that's completely wrong. Roxy is all sad whining, pulling her paws away every two seconds and unlike a regular dog, she has the ability to grab whoever's doing this and forcibly stop them. It often doesn't, so when she gets too agitated and has had enough, she just chomps their arm instead. It always looks really aggressive, but there's no power in the bite. Worst case scenario is it'll feel like she's pinched them or there'll be a little superficial scratch that'll heal in a few days or something. The aggressive show is just to make sure they fucking stop.
Why is she so bad? Well for her hand paws, she loves her claws being long and sharp. Who doesn't want longer, sharper claws? Roxy just wants to be able to cut through metal like butter is that so much to ask?! Her paw pads and claws are also pretty sensitive so it doesn't feel great in terms of sensory stuff either. For her foot paws? They're just more sensitive and after the chew on with her hand paws, she was immediately held down for that and the whole thing just makes her feel super vulnerable. But she can get past all that!
It just also fucking sucks and she hates it! And her paws always feel so weird afterwards and her claws can't cut through ANYTHING right afterwards and she doesn't like it! So don't you dare try and cut her claws! Even if she asked for help with it! Do not! Lmao she's like the "no take. Only throw." meme with her claws sometimes
But also there's another element here. Since this is all presuming she's biological like in Meteors or any other AU like that, there's also the problem of the quick. It's a small blood vessel in the claws of the dog that you have to be very careful about not accidentally cutting when you trim their nails. They bleed a lot when cut, and it probably hurts like a bitch so it's obviously not great to cut those at all.
If anyone cuts the quick on Roxy cause she wouldn't sit still she will never forget it. All the sad and pathetic dog whining is gone now. It's all growls and violence. A yelp is your only warning before she's biting you and means it this time. This is when the light scratches I mentioned start happening, she still doesn't do any real physical damage, but she's giving them the cold shoulder for like a week. Does it hurt a lot? No not really. Feels like she stepped on a Lego or something, she's fine. Just stings a little bit when she walks on it for a few days which sucks and she's gonna let the whole world know about it just you wait lmao it's her new excuse for not doing things and no one's gonna hear the end of it for a few weeks now you mark her words
"But why can't she just do it herself?" Here's the thing. She will never do it herself. Ever. She won't even file the claws down cause that feeling goes straight through her bones. She will put it off forever and ever until the hand is forced, she will NOT do it herself. So they normally get really bad before someone else does it as a last resort.
Thankfully, she doesn't need her claws cutting very often. They wear down on their own with all her running around and clawing at things so it's only if she's been particularly unenergetic that this becomes a problem. Which doesn't really help her get used to it so that's not helping, but hey! She doesn't have to deal with it that often! That's a win, right?
But yeah, trimming Roxy's claws is an exercise in patience, and a test of how many treatos does it take to convince her this is worth it. There's not a snowballs chance in hell they're all getting done at the same time unless she's sick or something and can't fight back very well. She does tell people to stop when she's had enough btw, she just finds she's not listened to unless she non-verbally threatens to snap someone's arm like a twig between her teeth. Works like a charm!
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His Achilles Heel
- a levihan drabble
“We’re in.”
Warm light greeted them at the entrance, twinkling calmly off the crystal chandeliers. As the tall, wooden doors closed softly behind them, Levi clutched his elbow tighter over Nanaba’s arm. Together, they stepped forward carefully into the gigantic anteroom, the dazzling lights nearly blinding them. As their eyes adjusted, they saw a double winding staircase meeting together at the top, creating an arch—a gateway into the giant ballroom filled with people, all wearing glittering masks, making the room even brighter.
Laughter and smiles surrounded them, and Nanaba’s eyes sparkled at the sight—the sheer beauty of the room could make anyone’s jaw drop.
But not for Levi—it was eyes and mind on the mission, as always.
Nanaba had crushed the heel of her silver stiletto into Levi’s foot.
“Ow, what the hell?!”
“Lighten up, will ya?” she muttered under her breath, Levi answering her with a scowl.
As they turned the corner, they put on their masks for the masquerade ball, blending into the crowd before splitting ways. Intel Miche had gathered for them over the past week indicated which security guards to tail, which ones had keys to the library upstairs and to the wine cellar underneath them all. Levi and Nanaba nodded before disappearing into the crowd.
Levi weaves his way through, his jaw clenching as he pushes by dozens of people, smell of strong perfume and cologne overwhelming his senses. He knew his target guard would be by in just a few minutes so he took the time to gather in his surroundings. He observed a few guards to his right, and had no sign of the dreaded enemy yet, the host and owner of this very mansion, Zeke Yeager. All appeared well and according to plan so far, yet he felt the hairs behind his neck stand right up—the sensation he was being watched.
Levi knew better than to ignore his intuition, and decided to make his way out of the crowd into a quieter hallway, and into the shadows he went. He felt his heart beat faster and took a deep breath. As he crept quietly, the sounds of whispers took him by surprise. Inching forward, Levi peered around the corner, squinting to see the reflection of the next hallway over on the decorative vase nearby.
His heart stopped as he saw the flash of blonde hair—Zeke. Levi ducked back around the corner and suddenly the whispers stopped. Sweat beaded on his brow as steps echoed down the hall toward him, and he kept his nerves at bay as he reached his hand into his pocket, fingers quietly gripping the rough handle of his knife.
All of a sudden, a flash of gold swept past him, a subtle glint of light before him reflecting off lenses of wire rimmed glasses. Levi was so caught aback by her swiftness that he did not even react—how did a human being even get all the way back hear without him hearing it, let alone here right in front of him. As she paused to listen to Zeke’s footsteps, she turned to Levi, her bright but sure gaze staring intently into his, a look that for whatever reason made his heart thump harder in his chest, nerves no longer at bay. She clearly wasn’t on Zeke’s side, thankfully, but Levi definitely didn’t recognize her. With caution, Levi kept his guard but did not fight her.
With a bright and cheery voice that did not match the seriousness in her eyes, this person loudly spoke for Zeke and whoever his fellow henchman was to hear—“Wow, fancy seeing you here again!”
Her ruse didn’t seem to make the footsteps stop. Actually, it sounded as though they started to hurry faster towards the two of them.
The music in the ballroom grew in volume, drowning out the sound in the entire building, making it impossible to know how close Zeke would be. Gritting his teeth, Levi prepared for the worst. With hearing gone, the rest of his senses heightened. First he relied on his eyes, waiting to see movement on the rug below to know how close Zeke could be. He slipped the knife out from his pocket—he couldn’t kill him but something had to happen before his cover would be blown.
Before he could pounce forward a hand grabbed him by the waist. He completely forgot he wasn’t alone. Knife still in hand, Levi spun around by the force and suddenly he felt warmth reach his lips. Glasses pushed up against him, their noses squished clumsily as he was held in a kiss, his hands losing strength—music too loud to hear his knife clatter to the floor, he closed his eyes and the two of them seemed to melt into the party, nothing else on Levi’s mind but the sense of weird safety in that moment.
It felt as though time stopped—but within 2 seconds Levi came back to his senses.
A kiss, something so absurd as a hail mary attempt at distraction, the oldest one in the book. Cracking open his eyes just enough to see, he watched Zeke’s face go red, turning sideways, the looks of the words “sorry, excuse me” on his lips, as he whipped around to walk away hurriedly, shaking his head.
For good measure he held on for another few seconds, before finally breaking away, shoving himself free. All he could do but scream at her, his face hot in anger and her idea of staying under cover, keeping their identities safe from the enemy.
He watched her figure, unable to hear her laughter, but watched her shaking as she giggled, her tall figure clothed in a gold, shimmering gown, her slender arms hugging herself before she could fall over in laughter. Wiping the tears away she smiled at him, Levi only able to give her a confused look, trying hard to make the blush on his face look like it was a result of anger rather than embarrassment.
With that she laughed again, but then rushed away up the stairs. Levi chased after her—she must have been going where he needed to go, and he couldn’t let her.
He ran, almost loosing his way through the maze of corridors, until he found the room, already cracked open. He barged in, closing the door behind him, his back leaning against it. His ears rang, adjusting to the sudden quietness of the room, the music and partying now drowned out behind the closed door.
“What the HELL was that? And who are you??”
She stopped rummaging through boxes for a second and looked up.
“Oh good to see you finally caught up!” she said with a smile and quickly turned back to work.
“Hey, I’m talking to you!” Levi lunged forward, grabbing her by the inside of her elbow and pulling her away from the exact boxes he was supposed to be finding top secret documents from.
She quickly fixed her glasses and frowned at him.
“Relax, Shorty!”
“What the hell did you just call me—“
“Shorty! Yaknow, cuz you’re pretty short!” She laughed at the upset look on his face. “The name’s Hange! So you can let go of me now!”
He reached to his pocket only to find it empty.
“Calm down, Shorty! Erwin sent me.”
“W-what??” Levi exclaimed.
“He sent me in, supposed to come assist the famous Levi, who knew! He rambled about how our fighting styles might be compatible, and wanted to test it out, blah blah blah—you know much the guy could ramble.”
She went back to sifting through boxes.
“Figured I’d come up with another way out of that situation so you wouldn’t have to stab our target with that knife and blow our cover!”
She chuckled at the memory—“You’re knife’s over there in the corner, by the way! Seems like you forgot all about it once you got the chance to kiss someone. What a cute Achilles heel, huh!”
Levi grimaced at the statement, and went to grab his knife neatly placed on the corner table. He swept his thumb gently across the engraved “K. A.” on the handle.
“Who knew a kiss by humble ol’ Hange Zoe could completely shut down the formidable Levi Ackerman!”
Levi sighed. He could not imagine working on another case with her, but knowing Erwin, he was probably already assigned to missions in the near future. He shook his head and joined next to her to help dig for the papers they came to retrieve.
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When you get this, list 3 facts about your favorite sim and send it to the last 3 people in your notifications! Let's get to know each other's sims! <3 (obviously no pressure and feel free to ignore this if you want) (btw ily MWAH)
hiii nene <3 going to answer this for both of them!!
facts for theo:
every year when summer would roll around and theo would be sent to boarding school, he’d always be given the exact same dorm room which he’d have all to himself. same bed, same covers, same drafty windows. he was constantly losing things in his room. he’d set his cardigan down on his desk and the next day it’d be gone. countless things disappearing while he slept. his memory playing tricks on him. but there were some summers where he’d come back and he’d see that same cardigan right there on the back of the door, almost like it’d been waiting for him. things popping back up that he thought he lost so many summers ago. it was unsettling. when things started coming back, he began to develop nightmares.
theo cut most of his hair off when he was seventeen. he did it himself so it was... a mess. he cried a lot. he felt lighter from it just the same as he felt like he was being crushed all over. then his parents saw what he'd done... they were always angry with him for acting out as a teenager and making it impossible to get his hair cut, but at least his hair still looked somewhat presentable then. after he chopped it all off himself it just looked horrible, almost unsalvageable, so they punished him for it. it felt like he was being punished for so much more than cutting his hair.
theo first started playing with makeup as a child. his au pair would let him dig around in her purse for it and he'd grab fistfuls of makeup like they were buried treasure and pull them out triumphantly before investigating his spoils. he liked to draw on his face and arms with her lipsticks, just these cute little scribbles that she’d have to wipe away afterwards with her thumb.
facts for matthias:
matthias technically died when he was a teenager. he was dead for minutes on end but the frigid state of his body at the time was such that he was still able to be resuscitated, even when the other parties were reluctant to give urgency to his medical aid. he nearly didn’t make it out alive. though, in a way, i guess you could say he didn’t. not really. he certainly wasn’t convinced of it. nobody other than himself and a handful of people who were actually there even know about what happened. truthfully, i don't know that he's ever fully processed the trauma of it. it's centered in a lot of his nightmares.
while matthias's body is littered with scars, the one his mother gave him on his chin is the only one that he can still feel. everywhere else is numb to him, but that one... it's like the phantom sensation of something tugging and stretching over the bloody gape of the wound never went away, his skin forever stuck trying to stitch itself back together. it's been years, a decade for him, but it still feels so raw. being touched there is almost unbearable. it's like he's being ripped open again every time. (fully aware the above image shows theo covering the scar with his thumb... smiles.)
similar to theo, matthias used to play with makeup as a child. imani had a small compact with eyeshadow in it that she’d apply on matthias’s eyelids with her fingertips and then he’d do the same to her. their boarding school had strict rules about no makeup, so she could only get away with with this light golden color that was almost imperceptible. it looked pretty and subtle on her but on matthias it was nearly invisible except for a slight shimmer. it was kind of pointless to put it on him but matthias liked it anyway. she'd always apply it so carefully… that young in age, matthias wasn't used to being touched at all—not unless he was being punished by a teacher. so it was... well, it was nice. he learned how to reciprocate such gentle touches while applying the eyeshadow on her.
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