#levitan

[irvinis]

The town I left 21 years ago.

Today, winter, -28C.

A. Savrasov, "The Rooks Have Come Back", 1871

[dear-poppy]

The Artist Who Painted Silence

Our art-river carries us from the stormy marine expanses of Aivazovsky to completely different shores. After all that power and drama, one longs for silence. And here he is, our new hero — Isaac Ilyich Levitan (1860-1900), a master who didn't just depict nature, but made it speak in a whisper.

If Aivazovsky is a thundering ode to the elements, then Levitan is a lyrical poem, full of luminous sadness and unspoken thoughts. He is that very companion with whom silence feels more comfortable than any words.

Ready for a walk through an autumn forest and a conversation about eternity? We set off on our journey next week.

[liveinpoems]

Lake in the Forest by Isaak Levitan (1860-1900)

[craftsart]

Golden Autumn - painting by Isaac Ilyich Levitan

[thedevilsdom]

For mommy kink requests, maybe Levi learning how to please his mommy? Nervous bab needs lots of praise and direction.

"Just like that, with your fingers." You purr down at him, watching as he slowly pumps his fingers in and out of you, stroking along your walls. He can't stop whimpering, you're not sure if he even realizes that he's making the noise at all. All he's focused on is making you feel good.

You're still in your shirt, though your pants are off. He's completely naked, and you can see his hard cocks twitching between his legs, though he pays them no mind.

"Mama," He whines, "Is this okay?" He really looks like he's about to cry. He needs your praise so badly.

"You're doing so well, honey. Here." You press the back of his head and he leans in, following your nudging until his lips are pressed to your heat. He doesn't need to be told what to do next as his eyes flutter shut and his forked tongue swirls around your clit.

"Such a good baby," You pet his hair, propping yourself up on your other arm. "You're doing such a good job, love."

His efforts are adorable, and you think that he'd probably be content to just continue like this, but you've got another idea in mind. Something that'd please the both of you.

"Baby," You call and he pulls back to look up at you, fingers stilling. "Up here, get on the bed and I can show you something else good."

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[acheez]

COMFORT SHOWS | obey me

𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪 𝘢𝘮 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵

LUCIFER -> law and order (lives for vincent donofrio)

MAMMON -> shark tank /the profit

LEVI -> buffy the vampire slayer

ASMODEUS -> botched

SATAN -> grey's anatomy

BEEL -> moomin

BELPHIE -> the entire investigation discovery channel, true crime king

DIAVOLO -> jurassic park (movie but still iconic)

BARBATOS -> the real housewives of atlanta (with solomon)

SIMEON -> barbie fairytopia (me, i am simeon)

SOLOMON -> winx club (original, netflix is trash)

LUKE -> zaboomafoo

[mosshead-lover]

Levi Ackerman as your boyfriend

Captain Levi Headcanons

A/n: I'm so excited for you all to read this headcanon. I wanted to post this on Levi(baby)’s birthday but, I couldn't contain myself.

Summary: Dating Levi: Ten random facts

Pretends to be annoyed but secretly loves it when you imitate him. The way he holds his teacup or the way sits on a long chair.

The whole world thinks he's The Daddy type but only you know that Levi Ackerman is ’Sexy on the streets, Shy in the sheets’ type.

When he makes the first move(which isn't that often, given his busy schedule and shy nature. Yes I said shy.), he starts with kisses on your knuckles, collar bone, jawline or shoulders rather than lips or reaching out for your privates. His slow progress makes it more exciting for you.

He loves to see you in white. He even brings you white roses from time to time. Who says only red roses signify love?

You have to drag him to the bed (literally) from his table so that he gets enough sleep. The only order you’d rather give Captain Levi is to fall asleep on your lap.

Levi mostly calls you by your name. Very rarely, Honey.

He loves taking showers with you. That way he gets to do two of his most favourites at once. Making love to you and cleaning up.

Levi hates beating around the bush, he never does and appreciates when you're straight forward as well.

Some of the things that Levi finds extremely sexy: When you sip on your morning beverage wearing his shirt from the night before; When you call him Captain Levi; When you play with his silky jet black hair.

If you ever cosplay, Levi would prefer you to dress up as a Sexy French Maid.

Eleven minutes in Levi heaven

Masterlist

[sinnamonrolle]

[ the little moments] ♡ Leviathan

4 - That moment when you baked cream puffs with Leviathan.

✿ part of a series now! ✿

❀  gender neutral reader  ❀

“What are you making?” you asked, peeking over Levi’s arms.

“GAH!” Levi yelped. “BEGONE, DEMONS!—oh. It’s just you. Why did you sneak up on me??? It’s not fair for my poor heart, okay.”

Levi set down the spatula into the bowl and patted his chest a few times, clearly spooked by your unannounced arrival. You felt bad for scaring him, but his reaction was utterly adorable. There was a faint blush across his cheeks, and all you wanted to do was see it again and again.

“I’m sorry,” you said sincerely, giving his head a few pats for good measure. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

The blush deepened at the contact between you two, but Levi didn’t push you away. He only turned his head and grumbled with a small pout, “It’s fine, I forgive you.”

You looked at the dough in the bowl, the cup of beaten eggs on the counter, and the bottles of whip cream neatly lined up to the side. “So, what are you making? Do you need any help?” you asked.

He perked up instantly, and all lingering signs from the scare vanished. As he whipped out his D.D.D. from his pocket, he began explaining to you.

“So, you see,” Levi began, his fingers moving furiously against the screen, “in the anime ‘The Magical Ruri Hanai: Demon Girl’, in one episode, Ruri-chan visited one of her human friends and they made cream puffs together, and as I was rewatching that episode, seeing Ruri-chan enjoying her cream puffs that she made with her own two hands also made me want to make my own cream puffs, because if I make it myself, then it’ll be like eating it with Ruri-chan, you know, but I’ve never made cream puffs before so I’m following a recipe and yeah. That’s where I am right now—Did you get all that? You look a little dazed.”

When Levi talked about something he’s passionate about, the purple in his eyes rose and fell in accordance to his emotions. It’s something that took you a while to notice, but once you did, you couldn’t stop staring. For example, when Levi was sad, the purple swallowed most of the orange, leaving behind a sliver of dark orange. And when Levi was angry, and you meant really angry, only a tiny amount of purple circled his pupil. The bright orange consumed all other colors, and it almost seemed to glow. But when Levi was happy, that’s when his eyes were the warmest orange. The purple was mild, nestled underneath hues of oranges—you thought it was a beautiful combination of colors.

Like currently. You were utterly entranced by the way the orange seeped into the paler orange, pushing down the purple until all you could see was the sunset in his eyes. Too entranced that you appeared dazed to Levi, but not to the point that you didn’t listen to what he was saying.

When you refocused again, Levi turned away to the ingredients on the countertop, hands reaching for his headphones only to meet the collar of his cardigan. It seemed to be a habit of his. When he was nervous or feeling out of place, he often reached for his headphones to feel safe, to feel protected against the world. But he didn’t have them today, probably because he planned on baking and didn’t want them to get dirty or to get in the way.

“Of course,” Levi mumbled, tugging his cardigan closer to his body, “I shouldn’t expect a normie like you to understand, why did I even bother? There’s no way you would care about something stupid—”

“I was listening,” you said firmly. “By making cream puffs, you will feel like you’re eating them with Ruri-chan, right? It’s not stupid at all, Levi. I think the idea is adorable. Can we make them together?”

Levi spluttered and turned further away from you, red ears peeking out of his hair.

“That-that’s not fair! Acting so cute, especially with that head tilt! It’s like you’re trying to KO me!” Levi complained, but he finally turned to look at you. However, his eyes were constantly moving between the bowl of batter and your face. “Although… if it’s on purpose, I, uh, I wouldn’t necessarily mind… BUT that’s not the problem here! Are you sick or something? Why did you look so out of it? Like, like something came and ate your soul! You can’t let anyone eat your soul, okay?!”

There was no need for shame in this house, so you confessed with a straight face. Besides, there wasn’t any reason to hide it from Levi, whose concern for your soul had his hands on your shoulders, all of his inhibitions regarding intimacy out the window.

“I got distracted by your eyes,” you said honestly. “When you’re really happy, your eyes are this really pretty shade of orange. It reminds me of sunsets and autumn trees that we have in the human world.”

It took Levi a minute or two to process what you just said, but when it registered, he froze up. His hands clamped down harder on your shoulders, fingers squeezing you as he choked out, “A-ah… I, I see…”

His eyes bore holes into your clothes, not daring to meet yours, as red bloomed beautifully on his cheeks. It was just tempting you to touch it, to feel the warm soft skin with your fingertips, to encourage the blush with pinching and kneading, but just as you started to move for his cheeks, Levi removed himself from you and showed you a picture of cream puffs, drawn in a familiar anime style.

“Th-this, AHEM, this is what Ruri-chan made,” Levi said, the blush still lingering on his cheeks as he explained. “She cuts it completely in half and then they put the cream inside.“ Then, he swiped to another picture. “This is the recipe I found. I’ve already cooked the dough on the stove, so all I have left is to mix the perfect amount of eggs into the dough.”

You lowered the hand that was reaching for Levi’s face and smiled at him. Even though you really wanted to touch his cheeks, you were still satisfied from the way Levi was enjoying himself with baking. It was rare to see Levi so unbridled and unabashed with his happiness in a public space, although perhaps the House of Lamentation wouldn’t count as public.

Something this rare... you didn’t dare disrupt.

“Then, let’s mix the eggs together,” you offered, turning to grab the measuring cup of beaten eggs. “Is this the amount that we need?”

Levi picked up the spatula he had set down earlier and replied, “There’s four eggs in there, but the recipe said that it’s really finicky. We just have to make the dough a good consistency. Let’s see… we need it shiny, thick, and smooth.”

The mixing went well. Levi was extremely strict with making sure the dough came out well, and while you did some baking before here and there, you definitely weren’t an expert on the amount of eggs that needed to be in cream puff dough. You were glad Levi knew enough for the cream puffs to come out looking absolutely delicious, because you weren’t sure if your heart could handle Levi breaking down into tears.

“Be careful when you’re cutting it in half,” Levi said nervously, watching closely as you sliced a cream puff. “Don’t get hurt, okay? I’ll freak out if you do. I don’t know how to reattach fingers, so I’ll probably have to go get Satan but wouldn’t it be too late by then? How long does it take before human fingers aren't able to reattach? Ah, but we have magic so—”

“Levi,” you said, patting his arm in a consoling manner, “I understand your concerns, but I’ll be fine. I promise to be extra careful, but you shouldn’t hold the whipped cream can—”

Pop.

“—too tightly…” you finished, but it was already too late.

The bottle of whipped cream, branded with a logo of Little Devil, exploded from the top. Some of the cream decorated the kitchen countertop in white spots and some fell on your hand, but most of it landed on Levi. You could barely see his face through the thick layer of white.

“...”

“Pfffftttt—cough, cough!” you started laughing, only to immediately cover it with coughs. It didn’t sound believable at all, but you continued on, setting the knife to the side. “Levi, are you okay?”

Before he could respond, much of the cream fell from his face in a huge glob, leaving behind a white coating with varying thickness and two spots where his eyes were. You choked back the laughter as best as you could, but it was hard to stop your lips from twitching. It wasn’t helping that he looked somewhat like a clown.

“Are, are you okay, Levi?” you asked again, biting down on your lips to stop it from forming into a smile. “That’s a lot of whipped cream…”

Levi opened his mouth, but you couldn’t see his lips at all, only a dark, gaping hole that opened and closed.

“Unbelievable…” he said, and you would have helped him clean the cream off his face if you didn’t absolutely lose it then and there, doubling over as you wheezed, slapping a hand against your thigh.

“I’m sorry,” you gasped, “but, oh my goodness, Levi, you—AHAHAHA, you look like a clown! A clown! Levi, I’m so sorry but—”

When you took another look at Levi, he was looking at you in equal parts disappointment and embarrassment as he wiped off most of the white cream with a hand, washing it under the faucet.

Even though most of the whipped cream was gone, the look he sent you almost launched you into another wheezing fit, but you steadied yourself as you wiped the tears from your eyes.

“Unbelievable,” Levi grumbled, but this time you could see the pout on his lips and the absolutely adorable way his eyebrows furrowed together.

“I’m sorry,” you said again, with a bit of guilt, and reached for the remaining cream hanging onto his bangs. “Here, let me get that—”

Levi caught your hand.

“You complete idiot,” he complained as he brought your hand to his lips. “Cruel and heartless, I can’t believe you’re my master… Normally, I wouldn’t forgive you for a hundred years but… ” He trailed off, and his eyes, the color of coral, met yours for a brief second before his eyes eluded yours, and his tongue peeked out and licked the whipped cream that had landed on the back of your hand.

Your eyes followed the retracting tongue and the way it swiped gently against his pink lips as it passed through. Dazed, you only processed what had happened when the kitchen air blew against the wet patch on your hand, the cold sensation and the realization warming up your face.

Now, you were the one blushing.

Levi finished with a whisper, “You’re lucky I love you.”

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