Levi and physical touch

Levi didn’t realize he was starved for touch. He would receive touches sometimes, like when Hange would try to hug him from behind, but he would quickly shrug her off. Or Erwin would give him a congratulatory pat on the back once a while. Levi didn’t touch anyone else unless it was necessary, or if he felt like it (which was very rare). But that would look like ruffling some brat’s hair if he felt they did a good job, but that was it. He didn’t need touch. He learned to live without it. The last time he felt a touch that was comfortable was his mother’s. She would cradle him in her arms, humming his favorite tune as she was stroking his hair. But soon after she was gone. And Kenny was definitely not one for affection. The only thing he had learned from Kenny in regard to touch was how to hurt people. He knew where to place his hands and the perfect spots to target on the body in order to cause pain. With no guidance, he was forced to learned how to self soothe, placing one hand into the other and holding on tight, squeezing so hard he felt he might snap his fingers. His touch was the only touch that he needed. But then there was you. He remembered the first time he felt your touch. Your hand briefly touched his shoulder as you asked if he was okay. He must have been lost in his thoughts or something, but the sudden contact startled him. If you had been looking close enough, you might have seen him flinch. It wasn’t like Erwin’s touch, which was strong and firm. Or Hange’s touch, which was overbearing. But your touch? Yours? Your touch brought comfort. But still, it was a strange feeling for Levi after not having received it for so long, and you knew that. You understood Levi and respected his space but of course there were times when you wanted some skin to skin contact with him. He would never deny you of this. You’d do things like place your head on his shoulder affectionately or light place one soft hand on his rough one and just hold it there, just for a few seconds.

What broke the camel’s back was when you came for a surprise visit during lunch. He opened the door to see you standing there. He’ll never forget it, you cupped his cheeks with both hands, smiling as your eyes looked into his cloudy ones. “Hi.” You greeted him. “Hi.” His greeting came out more as a sigh, his tone light and airy. You had never touched him like this before. Your hands were so warm. He instinctively closed his eyes and let himself lean into them, the combination of your touch and sweet scent creating an oasis for his mind to retreat to. There was peace for him for a brief moment in time. There was that feeling again, just like when his mother used to hold him.

Ever since then, he would try to recreate that moment with you, over and over again, in any way he could. He would never ask for it directly, of course. But you knew when Levi wanted touch. He’d rub up against you at the most random moments or hold out his hand awkwardly on a random surface, hoping you would notice his lonely appendage. You always did notice it; and you would never deny him, like him with you.

levi is the only adult man who would never make me feel nervous in the same ways that literally every other grown person in my life does

me when fyodor is 21st on 100 most handsome anime !!!!

Sleeping with Levi is better than expected. The cold ceramic of his tub is dulled with blankets and pillows, and being together makes the comfort outweigh the frigid. The soft rumble of his aquarium and the soothing whispers of affection leaves both of you at ease. Entangled with eachothers warmth, the world has turned to just you two. Everything that matters is laying here, in your embrace. Once the words of love have died down, the contentment settles in. You place a kiss and pull him close. Let your touches talk. You hold him tight and he holds you, both longing for a forever like this.

Some time has passed and you still lay there, listening to your darling sleep. The way his relaxed face looks makes you hesitate, should you stay here and appreciated your love, feel this blessed moment until sleep takes you as well? Or should you join him in his dreams, dance and sing and laugh with him? Do the things that only dreams allow? Its an impossible choice, yet one you have to make every night. Although, a choice like this, it's not that bad. Both answers mean the same. They will overflow your head with delight and joy and love. They make you appreciate the quiet moments. They make you fall further for Levi.

So like??? I don't know if I understood this correctly, but the music wwx plays to settle Wen Ning's aggression at the beginning of the first volume is the wangxian song lwj composed and sang/played for him when they were in the cave as kids???

Like. You're telling me that wwx's instinctive focal point of comfort is lwj and lwj was just expected to be normal about all of this.

I'm. rotating this in my head as we speak wwx you're so aksjldfgdhjskjghkfjdh

God I wish there was more self aware Obey Me stuff, just like there is for Genshin-

Like imagine the possibilities! The lore! The drama!

I will die on the hill of "ancient, self aware beings contained in a game world suddenly taking interest in a normal human who plays the game" being a really interesting idea for content

(fic idea, angst, hurt/no comfort, major character death) When Dream gets imprisoned, when Hob gets stood up, when the White Horse gets torn down, something breaks in Hob, something empty and cold, something like a black void, something like his heart. Life is hard for immortals; he has to move, had to change his name, has to reinvent himself every other decade or so. Technology makes staying under the radar just that much harder; moving his money around has gotten almost impossible; finding a legitimate job is out of the question (he was born before National Insurance Numbers, he’s had to lie about his entire existence to even get housing, much less a way to pay for said housing). It’s exhausting and the prospect of every new move is daunting. It overpowers any joy that life still has for him. So he lets the White Horse get torn down and he doesn’t build a replacement. He holes himself up in his flat for too long, drinks too much, and when his mind gets too loud, when he slowly comes to the realization that there is nothing left for him, not without significant danger to himself, he bites the bullet and calls for Death. And Death, an Endless, bound to her duty, offers her hand and a gentle smile and takes his soul, a soul that is long overdue for her comfort

When Dream escapes, his focus is on his tools, on the retrieval of his power and his wayward creations, on restoring his realm. Only once that is complete does his sister seek him out, to break his moody reverie. Their conversation follows much the same lines, except instead of mentioning how much Dream’s pet project would love to see him, she grows uncharacteristically somber at the mere mention of immortals. She seems to be mourning someone, though Dream can’t guess who. Surely, Mad Hettie hasn’t finally succumbed to his sister’s sweet embrace? When pressed, Death seems shocked that he doesn’t know; she slowly and softly tells him that Hob had asked for her gift.

The world grinds to a halt.

Dream can’t believe it. He refuses to. Hob, his ever-faithful, ever-hopeful, ever-joyful Hob? Asking for Death’s gift? It seems impossible. Yet Death is not one for cruel jokes, and she is deathly serious. There is a grief in her eyes that assures him of the truth; Hob is gone from the mortal realm.

At first, he is angry. How could she grant him that which she had withheld for so long? How could she rob the world of his soul? How could she? How could she? How could she? He collapses with it, right there on the sidewalk, tears made of stars and space dust welling in his eyes and she holds him, holds him together as he falls apart. She tells him that she had no choice; she is bound to her function, just as all of the Endless are. Hob had asked, she had to give.

Then, he is desperate. His Ravens, they had been mortals once, too. Surely, Hob had chosen to stay in the Dreaming. Surely, Hob had not abandoned this universe forever to face the unknown beyond. Surely, Hob would choose to stay, as he had chosen to stay so many times over during the course of his long life. But even as he looks into his sister’s eyes, hopeful beyond hope, pleading for reassurance, he knows it is not true. He is the Dreaming and the Dreaming is him. With Dream gone, there had been no Dreaming for Hob to stay in. He had had no choice; his soul passed on. He was gone, well and truly gone. Hob Gadling had breathed his last.

When it came time for Dream to destroy the vortex, even after discovering his familial connection, even after discovering the ruination that would result from her death, he did not hesitate. The spilling of family blood would be the end of his physical body, but his spirit had died with Hob. There was a numbness in the empty cavity where his heart would be if her were mortal; the Dreaming grew dull and grey; a fog hung low over the landscape, broken only by intense storms that flooded the entire realm for months at a time. And when the Kindly Ones came to claim their revenge for the blood on his hands, he surrendered willingly. This universe held nothing for him anymore. And when he gazed into his sister’s understanding eyes, at the end of it all, he hoped with a hope beyond belief, that Hob Gadling would be waiting for him on the other side

finally getting somewhere with this ask from my 1k event !!!!! :,)))

i actually might make this into an assassin!levi trope..... it's definitely going in that direction.

IOVANNA (hotd) 🔮 // UNA (hotd) 🐍

ALAIA (tlou) 🍄 // VANJA (aot) 🫖

VIOLANTE (dbd) 🕯 // VERUSHA (various) ⚖️

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Me looking at my own mood boards like “oh yeah this guy gets it”

orphanage party talk. a single contained shriek over this

No, I meant to ask you. Only you. I love you.

Really? Me? You're weird.

...That was kind of mean, sorry. Um, thank you? I love you, too? I don't know what to do, or what to say... I'm still not used to people, uh, loving me like this.

someone's back but it's not nobara

i love beel's chats where he only responds with stickers so much oml <33

i feel like you and levi engage in parallel play a lot. like just hanging out w each other but doing your own thing. sitting entangled in each others limbs on a big comfy couch or in a blanket nest playing video games or scrolling social media .

also i feel like yall steal turns of phrase or mannerisms off of each other with absolutely zero shame. and then it evolves. like inside jokes in friend groups that warp into something utterly incomprehensible and its to the point where you two have what is basically your own language. your texts are unreadable to any outside party. you understand each other in a way nobody else can . one of you makes a tiny noise and the other is like nodding pensively .

ikept this one snug and safe in my inbox so I could always reread it and kick my feet and giggle but I feel as if must release it out into the world and let it flourish. Like a little baby bird. Or something

Anyway Ihave like nothing to add on to this but you're right this is precisely how I imagine it and I'm really happy it shows auuuuuu au auu.... Rowan I love you my friend rowan

Lesson vibe check! What lesson are you at in NB?

i was gonna say i'm now fully caught up, but lesson 19 just got released so hang on let me save this as draft and then come back later

okay NOW i'm fully caught up!!!! (in normal mode anyway, in hard mode i'm still on like 11)