moved to @naitfall , sideblog to @knightinsourarmor
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we're not kids anymore.
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moved to @naitfall , sideblog to @knightinsourarmor
post - trauma sentence starters blood, death mention.
“don’t do that. don’t shut me out.”
“you’ve been crying. i can tell.”
“we need to change those bandages and get some food in you.”
“you want me to rub your back ’til you fall asleep?”
“that was a brave thing you did today.”
“shh, that’s okay, get everything out.”
“there’s something on your shirt. you – that’s blood!”
“need some space?”
“you should lay down.”
“there’s nothing wrong with asking for help.”
“shh, shh. you were having a nightmare.”
“we can talk through the door.”
“let’s clean you up and get you to bed, okay?”
“you almost died.”
“i brought you a blanket.”
“you’re home. you’re safe.”
“i’m worried about you.”
“is everything okay?”
“tell me how to make it better.”
“it’s been a tough few days. how are you holding up?”
“you have to stay awake. come on, give my hand a squeeze.”
“you’re in the hospital.”
“think you can make it to the bathroom?”
“no, no. don’t close your eyes.”
ooc. Done with finding and saving all posts from my Levi blogs ever since I started writing him in February 2021. I got a headache. But also, so many beautiful threads. I'm not sure if it's everything (I moved so many times I lost track of my own blogs), but it's almost everything. I still need to track asks. That's gonna take me much longer. But eventually, I'll have a full image of everything I've written and owe ever since day #1. And all headcanons I ever posted. Will be a menace once I am satisfied with organising.
ooc. What have I been doing for the last two weeks? Listening to Vortex from Link Click. Non-stop. Crying over Link Click. Non-stop.
someone: are you and gwyn ( @vonbirden ) engag-
me: yes.
someone: have you propos-
me: no.
ooc. for the shake of moving I've been saving all posts from older blogs for reposting and I am staring at older writing and re-living all the emotions. I love this short grumpy old man, he means so much to me.
tag drop. ft. @lausticzt
—◆ laura alexander (lausticzt) | beautiful. furious. radiant. I love you with fury— to choke you with all my soul. with all my blood
ooc. The sudden urge to write Castiel
𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐑𝐏 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 . . . ( pt 1. the art of touch ) Set the stage for longing glances, lingering touches, and the quiet tension of unspoken words. ✧ ˚₊ Themes: soft, slow burn & a touch of angst
✧ › SOFT & FLUFFY .
My muse tucks a loose strand of hair behind your muse’s ear, their fingers lingering for a second longer than necessary.
My muse falls asleep on your muse’s shoulder during a long ride.
My muse surprises your muse with breakfast in bed, complete with a handwritten note.
My muse pulls your muse under their umbrella during a sudden downpour.
My muse gently wipes away a tear from your muse’s cheek, their touch tender and careful.
My muse laces their fingers with your muse’s absentmindedly, only realizing it after a few seconds.
✧ › TENSION & SLOW BURN .
My muse fixes your muse’s tie/dress/jacket, their hands brushing against their skin for just a moment.
My muse leans in as if to whisper something, their lips dangerously close to your muse’s ear.
My muse catches your muse’s wrist before they can leave, their grip tightening just slightly.
My muse watches your muse from across the room, their gaze lingering even when caught.
My muse challenges your muse to a bet, knowing exactly what they’ll ask for if they win.
My muse absentmindedly plays with your muse’s fingers while they talk, not even realizing they’re doing it.
✧ › ANGST & EMOTIONAL .
My muse pulls your muse into a tight hug, as if afraid to let go.
My muse wipes away the blood from your muse’s face, their hands trembling.
My muse shows up at your muse’s doorstep in the rain, eyes filled with something unspoken.
My muse gently cups your muse’s face, whispering, “Why do you always have to make things so difficult?”
My muse kisses your muse like it’s the last time they’ll ever get the chance.
My muse lets your muse go, even though it’s the last thing they want to do.
✧ › TEASING .
My muse corners your muse against a wall, a smirk playing on their lips.
My muse whispers something in your muse’s ear that makes them blush.
My muse pulls your muse onto their lap with zero warning.
My muse playfully steals a bite of your muse’s food, then grins as they lock eyes.
My muse deliberately leans in closer just to see your muse’s reaction.
My muse drags their fingers slowly down your muse’s arm, pretending it was unintentional.
the plan is: I move to a multimuse (knightinsourarmor), where naitfall, deibreak, and deisterre are sideblogs. Likes, drafts, asks etc will belong in one place. Either is that or / and
I already plan to label half my muses as under request. Many of them have never been given any chance to be written. There's no more need for me to advertise them as much.
Rules will be updated to something shorter. Also will clarify a thing or two.
Links have to finally be fixed. Maybe, I'll add a carrd for navigation purposes only.
Start moving old stuff from old blogs. I really need to have all writing (even if ancient) and visuals/headcanons/aesthetic in one place.
the plan is: I move to a multimuse (knightinsourarmor), where naitfall, deibreak, and deisterre are sideblogs. Likes, drafts, asks etc will belong in one place. Either is that or / and
I already plan to label half my muses as under request. Many of them have never been given any chance to be written. There's no more need for me to advertise them as much.
Rules will be updated to something shorter. Also will clarify a thing or two.
Links have to finally be fixed. Maybe, I'll add a carrd for navigation purposes only.
Start moving old stuff from old blogs. I really need to have all writing (even if ancient) and visuals/headcanons/aesthetic in one place.
𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐑𝐏 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 . . . ( pt 1. the art of touch ) Set the stage for longing glances, lingering touches, and the quiet tension of unspoken words. ✧ ˚₊ Themes: soft, slow burn & a touch of angst
✧ › SOFT & FLUFFY .
My muse tucks a loose strand of hair behind your muse’s ear, their fingers lingering for a second longer than necessary.
My muse falls asleep on your muse’s shoulder during a long ride.
My muse surprises your muse with breakfast in bed, complete with a handwritten note.
My muse pulls your muse under their umbrella during a sudden downpour.
My muse gently wipes away a tear from your muse’s cheek, their touch tender and careful.
My muse laces their fingers with your muse’s absentmindedly, only realizing it after a few seconds.
✧ › TENSION & SLOW BURN .
My muse fixes your muse’s tie/dress/jacket, their hands brushing against their skin for just a moment.
My muse leans in as if to whisper something, their lips dangerously close to your muse’s ear.
My muse catches your muse’s wrist before they can leave, their grip tightening just slightly.
My muse watches your muse from across the room, their gaze lingering even when caught.
My muse challenges your muse to a bet, knowing exactly what they’ll ask for if they win.
My muse absentmindedly plays with your muse’s fingers while they talk, not even realizing they’re doing it.
✧ › ANGST & EMOTIONAL .
My muse pulls your muse into a tight hug, as if afraid to let go.
My muse wipes away the blood from your muse’s face, their hands trembling.
My muse shows up at your muse’s doorstep in the rain, eyes filled with something unspoken.
My muse gently cups your muse’s face, whispering, “Why do you always have to make things so difficult?”
My muse kisses your muse like it’s the last time they’ll ever get the chance.
My muse lets your muse go, even though it’s the last thing they want to do.
✧ › TEASING .
My muse corners your muse against a wall, a smirk playing on their lips.
My muse whispers something in your muse’s ear that makes them blush.
My muse pulls your muse onto their lap with zero warning.
My muse playfully steals a bite of your muse’s food, then grins as they lock eyes.
My muse deliberately leans in closer just to see your muse’s reaction.
My muse drags their fingers slowly down your muse’s arm, pretending it was unintentional.
me @ you
Daphne du Maurier, I Will Never Be Young Again
— laughter.
Levi's mother never laughed. She'd wear a kind smile, a kind smile she'd offer only to him. To others, she forced it, he could tell the difference. But even when she looked at him with eyes that held the strongest of love, her smile was never too wide, never too bright. She held sorrow within her, he could tell. And yet, her smile was the brightest thing he had known in the underground.
He didn't know what LAUGHTER was, or the sound of it. The urge to laugh? He didn't know it. In the underground, he hadn't known any people to laugh, except if it was to laugh at the misery of another.
First time he notices someone laugh, is Farlan. Next, is Isabel. They laughed with joy, as if they could experience it fully, as if they still were capable of. They felt joy . . . To belong with them, was more than Levi could ever ask for. More than the sun they dreamt of, greater than any wish he could ever make. Their laughter brings a smile on his face, as if part of their joy is shared with him. Levi couldn't laugh, but he could smile only thanks to them. [ @vonbirden Farlan Church || @gyofukuki Isabel Magnolia ]
💗 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 . . . ( cupid's bow! ) Use this generator to send me a prompt! *Rating: Platonic / Romantic / NSFW. With over 95 prompts to choose from. preview under cut
→ ∗ ⁽ ! ⁾ Sender [ sends the prompt ] & Receiver [ receives the prompt ]
I saw a few people say something about this screenshot from the new opening and it really stuck with me; “Levi is engulfed in darkness because his light is gone.”
Throughout SnK, especially during the Uprising and Return to Shiganshina arcs, it was clear how Levi thought of Eren and Erwin as Humanity’s true hope. In Uprising, Levi made it clear that Humanity now had a new hope, someone who aimed to make Humanity succeed. And later during Return to Shiganshina, Levi was determined to get Eren and Erwin home, as he said as long as those two were around, Humanity would not fail on this day. I do find it interesting, as well as fucking miserable, because Levi is now attached to the promise he made to Erwin, and how badly he wants to kill Zeke. His survivor’s guilt about killing Zeke completely reigned his emotions after the time-skip, an unhealthy avoidance coping mechanism that allowed him to focus on something that would perhaps settle the guilt that lie in his chest. It’s also shown in Chapter 112 how, when it’s revealed that Eren might’ve betrayed them, Levi shuts down completely. He avoids the situation entirely and focuses on killing Zeke, the promise he made to his dearest friend; a promise to a dead person guiding his light forward. But as we reach towards the end of the manga, it’s clear how in denial Levi is about it all. He cannot acknowledge how Eren slipped through their fingers, how Eren isn’t this “light” anymore, he’s no longer the “hope”. Every time a plan arose about how they need to find Eren, harm Eren, or something of the sort, Levi hyperfocused on finding Zeke, avoiding the real issue and in turn relying on the promise to cope around it. Instead of people insisting they might need to kill Eren, Levi worked around it THREE times, wondering if killing Zeke would give them the answer instead. It’s subtle, it’s never spoken word, but rereading the chapters really helps with my understanding of this. The hope he had in Eren, the hope Erwin had in Eren, the hope everyone had in Eren, was something that guided Levi, because he thought no matter what, he was making the right choice. His inability to accept the reality that Eren betrayed them kept Levi in the past, kept him clinging to that promise that maybe if they kill Zeke, they’ll be another way. His light from Eren and Erwin have dissipated, he’s left with no Hope, no brightness, no illumination, and is left in the overwhelming darkness with his guilt.