HEYA, FRIENDS! I'm Flo & welcome to my little writing nook. We're all a little dreamy, a little haunted here. Multifandom, mostly Levi. 18+, anti-censorship, and AI-free space / MDNI ◡̈
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Janaina Medeiros
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oozey mess
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Sweet Seals For You, Always

Product Placement
Xuebing Du

izzy's playlists!
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occasionally subtle
Peter Solarz
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$LAYYYTER

JBB: An Artblog!
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@littlerequiem
HEYA, FRIENDS! I'm Flo & welcome to my little writing nook. We're all a little dreamy, a little haunted here. Multifandom, mostly Levi. 18+, anti-censorship, and AI-free space / MDNI ◡̈
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Someone said “The slow burn of becoming yourself” and I think that might be one of the most beautiful things I have ever heard. It’s such a good reminder of how much it takes, how much character development, how much change, and beauty and courage it takes to reach your soul and I hope no one ever gives up on becoming themselves because it’s a never ending journey that only gets better.
The legacies people leave behind in you.
My handwriting is the same style as the teacher’s who I had when I was nine. I’m now twenty one and he’s been dead eight years but my i’s still curve the same way as his.
I watched the last season of a TV show recently but I started it with my friend in high school. We haven’t spoken in four years.
I make lentil soup through the recipe my gran gave me.
I curl my hair the way my best friend showed me.
I learned to love books because my father loved them first.
How terrifying, how excruciatingly painful to acknowledge this. That I am a jigsaw puzzle of everyone I have briefly known and loved. I carry them on with me even if I don’t know it. How beautiful.
absolutely obsessed with these tags
not now kitten. daddy's realizing that the scene he invested 1000 words into could be significantly improved but only if he started over from scratch
Summer Bingo Challenge!
Hey, there, fellow hoomans!
If you're anything like me, you have a TBR twelve miles long and just never can find a chance to get back to those fics you swore you were going to read months ago.
Now is the time!
But, oh! Where to start? Oldest to newest? Shortest to longest? Have no fear, a BINGO is here!
Let's dedicate this summer to shortening that TBR just a little, and spread some dedicated love while we're at it!
Rules are simple:
You have from June until August to complete a bingo (or go for a blackout!)
You must leave a comment on every story that you read, but you can do so in your favorite way! Keyboard smash, emojis, listing you favorite parts - whatever works for you!
You MUST reblog the story from the source. Reading on A03? That's okay - just share the link here!
If you start a fic and realize it's not your jam, leave quietly. Don't like, don't read. We're here to promote positivity.
At the end of August, share your bingo card and all the amazing fics you devoured!
Let's show our fandom writers a bit of love this summer!
hi i love what u wirte thank you for existing ily i love levi i love we mourned the sea i am clawing at the walls thank you
And I love you, you lovely soul you!!!! Thank you so much for this unbelievably sweet message, smooching you across the screen x
the best fanfiction you've ever read was written by a woman in her 40s before she made dinner for her kids. it was written by a teenager after school when they should've been studying for a history test. and a barista came up with the idea while they cleaned the espresso machine and busser fact-checked it on their break and the post-doc edited between writing grant proposals and the nurse apologized for typos in the notes after a long shift and behind every drabble and one-shot and multi-chapter fic there is a person with a wonderful and interesting and chaotic life and it is such a privilege that we get to be a part of it because they decided to do this thing we all share, for fun.
Sure papi
The new aot game man I cant wait
the art i promised
my HUSBAND hes my HUSBAND GUYS
you know that trope where it’s princess + knight, but they’ve both been captured by the bad guys and the princess is now gripped by the jaw by the villain, receiving a thin cut to her cheek while remaining completely still with a defiant look in her eyes even as a droplet of blood begins to trickle out of the wound, all while 3 people AT THE VERY LEAST need to have their hands locked on the knight because he’s thrashing around like a wild animal, trying so so so desperately, violently, to get to her?
yeah, that’s porn to me.
REBLOG THIS TO GIVE THE PERSON YOU REBLOGGED THIS FROM A GOLD STAR BECAUSE THEY’VE BEEN STELLAR TODAY AND THEY DESERVE IT ⭐️
tooth-i //defeat
Getting depressed over AoT again
Getting a mild injury during a safe duty Levi has you assigned and him coming to you frantically, gently tending to your wounds himself, moaning sweetheart against your skin when you pull him to your body
Writers have two modes and they are "i haven't written in three weeks and i am rotting from the inside and everything feels wrong and i don't know who i am anymore" and "i wrote for four hours straight and forgot to eat and it's dark outside and when did that happen and i feel like a god" and there is nothing in between. no chill. no medium setting. just famine or feast and a very confused nervous system.
warmly.