oh, what tragedy, to be loved when you're broken. zanka ( @skylakitis ) x dahlia - wonderful artwork by @nexusmonstrum

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oh, what tragedy, to be loved when you're broken. zanka ( @skylakitis ) x dahlia - wonderful artwork by @nexusmonstrum
@skylakitis asked:
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
I don’t think he has a favorite part. He does have a more sensitive part though, and that’s his hips. His legs are strong (for ODM gear and kicking Eren’s ass), so to be held there, to the part of him that’s both his strongest and weakest spot? Oh, you’re either gonna get kicked or completely have him surrender.
For his partner. I’ll respond for our main three for the time being:
Erwin. For Erwin are his shoulders. He’s got wide and strong shoulders and I can see him liking that part of him. Oda. Unless he shaves, he’s not allowed to get closer. Seriously though . . . Hands. That’s what I feel. Historia. Absurd, but her belly. And not because of any expected pregnancy etc. It’s warm. It’s a soft spot. He can rest his head there. Help, I made him a creep.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
A bit of roughness, mixed with lots of gentleness. As much as I like to call Levi a ‘vanilla’ type, he has a bit of sadism/masochism in him, in all aspects of his life. Same way even though he’s so caring and gentle and careful with the emotions of others, but rough and cruel when he has to, in the same way a bit of roughness during the act brings more excitement. It’s a matter of balance. In his nature, co-exists the thug Kenny raised to survive under all circumstances, and the soft caring boy his mother cared for.
But also, just getting to know all the different sensations he hasn’t known so far, turns him on enough. BUT, small tiny bits of affection that show his partner’s paying attention to what he likes (that he’s seen?). Watch him melt. Same way with bits of acts of service in their everyday life (brew tea to his liking. clean somewhere he’s been meaning to, before he does. cook him his favorite meal. basically, anything he does for others being done to him).
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Very low. It depends on the partner, but generally it’s very low to non-existent. As I’ve analyzed in previous posts, his sexuality is something he has locked away since he was young. His partner is the one to unlock that part of him, to help him get to know the feelings, the sensations, and to draw his interest. If his partner doesn’t actively seek sexual contact, in most cases he won’t make the first move. But this doesn’t mean he doesn’t enjoy making love! He may not actively seek for interaction, but that’s irrelevant to how much he’s pleased/wants to please his partner. It’s just that . . . You make the move else this bastard can get on without it for the rest of his life.
On another note, the partners who I believe may help his sex drive get a bit higher are Erwin and Farlan. These two are the ones I think that can get him to . . . Maybe . . . Hm. Seek for interaction under some circumstances (clean for him to the level he’s satisfied and he’ll throw you to bed immediately).
“ I'm not going to ask again, you know? ” By this point he'd opted to lean against the wall with a heavy sigh. The door beside him is still closed; never locked. Not in this rundown building. They didn't have the luxury of privacy. Perhaps it's an unspoken rule between them to never barge in unless necessary; bringing a sense of a normality lost on those living in this shit hole of a place.
Truthfully, Farlan would rather not wait for Levi to return. They were supposed to be keeping a low profile. If he saw the state she was in now, that would go out the window. It's selfish of Farlan, he doesn't want anything interfering with his plan right now ... but it was for all their sakes. They just needed to hold on a bit longer. Just a bit more ... he was going to get out of this place no matter what.
“ Stop being immature and let me in. ” He'd find out for himself what happened. He'd be the one the clean up her wounds, to nip this in the bud. When Isabel had first come back, Farlan had only snapped; annoyed she'd been stirring up trouble when he explicitly told her not to. Now, he takes a calmer approach, exasperated by her response to slam the door in his face ... maybe, just a bit guilty about the way he'd acted also.
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@skylakitis replied to your post “It's good that they're all FRIENDS. Some of them...”:
mei says don't forget to kiss your homies!
So he should go home and kiss, “ My mom? ”
@skylakitis asked:
❛ The blood we shed, it never dries. ❜ from isabel
EPIC: THE MUSICAL — ACT ONE
He was suffocating. For she only reminded him what it was like to breathe. Lungs desperate for air, to scream, to yell. Powerless he’d be in her presence, for she carried within her, all parts of him vulnerable — parts he hadn’t yet thrown away, and wished to protect. Powerless, to keep her safe, to make sure her heart would always beat on the same cheerful tune, to make sure her eyes wouldn’t lose innocence. Had he grown weaker? Lost concentration? What changed, from when they’d fought for their lives in the darkness of the underground? He always had been her shield. Like the bird she used to hold so carefully in her hands, Levi used to keep her close. Eventually, Isabel had to let go of that bird. What had become of it, he often wondered. Was the sunlight warmer, than the palm of her hands? Did it survive? What was he supposed to do, to watch her fly higher? Was it the right choice, to let her go?
Ice-blue eyes opened wide for a split moment, before growing narrow once more. Narrow and heavy, his gaze fell back on her sprained wrist, tending her injury with care, his hold gentle, despite the growing, violent feeling of desperation taking over him. This isn’t like you, he wanted to say, but he no longer had any right. As if he had remained the same, since they first set foot outside the walls. As if only he had the right to change, to deny the entirety of his existence in the face of absolute freedom and hopelessness. You're wrong, he wanted to say. She had no place in this hell. There were different kinds of freedom to chase for. Why was it, she had chosen the same path as him?
He wanted to reach for her, actually reach for her, more than just holding her hand and cleaning the blood off the cut on her cheek, but he couldn’t. He had long made the choice to stay behind, so she could advance forward, march towards the light, no shadows (his shadow) holding her back. He had made his choice, and he wouldn’t regret it. He wanted to reach for her, but his hands were stained with too much innocent blood — long before they joined the Survey Corps, hadn’t he been getting his hands dirty, so they wouldn’t? Wouldn’t he carry the responsibility of all these lives, in the name of Humanity’s Strongest, so nobody else would? And yet, now she came to doubt his efforts, claiming part of the sins he carried. He couldn’t let her.
There's a way to go back, he wanted to say. Say the word, and we're out of here. But he couldn’t keep his word. Not any longer. He could only helplessly stare, same way he had to watch so many lives fade away, same way he watched the light of their lives flicker, back on the day his life changed. ❝ That's why I fight. ❞ I fight. Alone. If it was anyone else, he wouldn't have said the same thing. But Isabel still had a choice. And Levi wouldn't stop, to try to change her mind.
@skylakitis asked:
❛ I ask for your assistance so we at last can go the distance. ❜ from historia
EPIC: THE MUSICAL — ACT ONE
Her duty, to ensure peace within the walls. Order was necessary to maintain, the underground serving as proof of what happens when people are allowed to give in to their instincts. Not the rule of military, nor the fear of the unknown enemy, would calm the growing unease in people's hearts. It was trust, to those in a position of power. Trust to have control over their lives. But trust was easy to break, as easy as it was for the public opinion to shift — he was well aware, named from a hero to a criminal and backward, only a short while ago, when the Survey Corps was on the run. For people, once given the opportunity, to rebel, to doubt, and judge, even if pointlessly, they would. For trust, demanded an incredible amount of selflessness, a quality most couldn't afford to have in the unjust and cruel world they lived in.
On unsteady foundations, she'd stand. But politics should not be mistaken for the brutal battle of survival the Survey Corps gave, even if it was a means to ensure survival as well. Politics required a certain amount of brains and social skills Levi never had. And yet, for some unknown reason, it was him, she asked.
❝ My assistance? ❞ Was she confusing him for someone else, seeing somebody else in his place? Erwin, or even Armin? What made her think, he could offer assistance of any kind? Was she growing desperate, cornered as she was, like prey surrounded by predators ? Was she seeing in him, someone she could rely on? The captain she once entrusted ( was forced to entrust ) with her life? Or was it payback, for the role, another role, he had forced her to embody? Demanding for him to take responsibility?
It was in human nature, the tendency to follow those with strength — incapable of taking control, taking responsibility over one’s own life, they'd set it in the hands of those who held real power. Strength had named Levi humanity’s strongest and captain of the Survey Corps, when himself was no exception, having chosen to follow Erwin, entrusted his life, the purpose of his life, on him. There were those who’d lead and those who’d follow, the chain of command vital for the Survey Corps. And now, the Queen, the ultimate ruler of the walls, once a soldier under his command, suddenly came to ask him to stand as her EQUAL — something Levi hadn’t yet known. Not as a soldier, not even in the underground — there were those who’d follow him, naming him their leader (even his own family), those who’d fear him, and those who'd see him as one with the dirt they stepped on.
Was the Queen of the walls speaking, Historia or Krista? Which side of her, had she chosen to speak to him? ❝ If you want something, just order me then. ❞ A challenge? Maybe. Their bond was made of challenges from the very beginning. ❛ If you don't like it, fight. Beat me back. Make a choice. ❜ he had once told her. ❛ I dare you to hit me back, ❜ she had responded.
What is the most recent concert you've been to? If you've never been to a concert, who would you like to see perform?
The last concert, well festival actually, was last year. It's every summer, but I'm not gonna go this year. It's a rock festival. It's really fun!
I was gonna go to a concert this year at the end of the previous month, but then... yeah. Something happened. So I couldn't go.
There's lots of people I'd still love to see perform in person.
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