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levitiquee · 7 months
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Promises. (Levi x reader)
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"Hey."
Fingers wrapped around your arm, stopping you from mounting your horse.
"Will you be okay?"
Levi was staring at you, though his efforts of hiding his concern clear, his eyes were wide with a sort of urgency.
You turned to meet his gaze. His eyes softened when you smiled.
"Yeah." You nodded, hesitant but firm. "Yeah, I hope so."
First expedition without Levi by your side. It'd be an understatement to say you weren't scared because you were fucking terrified. But you can tell from his pursed lips and the way he was looking at you, he felt guilty. He just had to get such a shitty injury.
You didn't want to worry him more. It was probably hard enough for him to let you go out like that.
When his grip tightened, you raised your own hand to wrap it around his. More to comfort yourself than him to be honest.
"I'll be fine." You tried your best to sound confident and reassuring. "I can take care of myself, Levi."
"I didn't say you couldn't." He muttered. "I'm just—"
The sound of a whistle cut him off. That's the first signal. His grip loosened as you hastened to climb up your horse.
And though his face would appear as expressionless as usual to most, but never to you. It was easy for you to notice the growing anxiety in his eyes.
"Wait." He stopped before you could say anything. "Not yet. Just..a few more minutes."
"Levi. That's the first whistle–"
"There's two more left." His hand went over the clasps in your thighs, eyes narrowing in concentration as he tightened them. He patted it, gesturing you to let him see the other leg.
You grumbled, but swung your leg over. He was pissy when he was worried, and he'd sulk all day if you didn't let him fuss and confirm with his own hands that all will be well.
"Don't take unnecessary risks." He muttered quietly as his fingers worked. "Don't go after titans on your own. Avoid being in the rear of the group. Don't waste gas. Don't—"
"I know." You whispered, gently pulling his hand away. It was trembling, but whether that was because of your tremors or his, you didn't know. "I know."
He swallowed. "I won't be there."
"I know."
"So, don't die."
You smiled, earning a scowl from him. "No, don't just laugh." He frowned. "I'm serious. Don't die."
"Levi."
"Come back. With all your fucking limbs. You have to."
"Levi."
"I'm rambling, aren't I?" He rubbed his temple. "Why can't you just listen to me and stay here?"
"Levi." You said, voice firmer this time. He looked up. Both of you flinched when the second whistle cut through the air.
Time was running out.
Without thinking, you stretched your arm towards him, hand rolled into a fist and your little finger raised.
He stared for a second, eyes flicking from you to your hand. Then realization dawned on him and he let out a huff.
"No fucking way." He grumbled, glaring at you.
"Yes way. Or I'll be sad."
"No way."
"Why not?" You pouted. "It'll make me feel better."
"What are you? Five?" He scowled.
You wiggled your finger. "It's sacred." You said, grinning. "Don't underestimate the power of pinky promises. That's a life-worthy oath."
"Fuck no."
"Levi—"
The final whistle rang out.
He stared at you as the other soldiers started shuffling, noises filling up the space in moments.
You looked at Levi, eyes wide in alarm.
"Come on." You pleaded.
Finally, Levi caved. With his cheeks flushing, he reached out, his little finger wrapping around your own. You held on to it.
"I'll come back." You promised.
Levi only nodded quietly, looking away.
"No good luck kiss?"
"Fuck off." He said, pulling his hand away. "Don't push it, you little shit."
"That's a nice goodbye."
"It's not a goodbye. You'll come back."
He said determinedly, gaze searing through you as if seeking confirmation.
You nodded your head. "Yes." You smiled. "Promise."
He exhaled, letting out the breath in relief. His face relaxed. But he stared at you as you adjusted in your seat.
"Tch." He clicked his tongue. "Your hair's a fucking mess."
"Shame. No charming titans with my beauty then." You shrugged, taking the reins.
There was the smallest hint of a smile on Levi's mouth.
"Be safe." He muttered quietly. With one last look at him, you set off, your horse's hooves kicking up dust, leaving Levi there as he watched you leave.
Levi looked down at his hands, the feel of your touch still tingling his skin.
"She'll come back." He muttered to himself quietly.
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You didn't come back.
And Levi doesn't think he'll ever believe in promises again.
Liar. Liar. Liar. He thinks. That's what you were.
Fucking liar.
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@sad-darksoul @anxious-chick @raginginferno267
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hellcifrogs · 2 years
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NaruFox AU
What could be going on with the Uchihas that upset Sasuke so much and right when Obito comes to visit?
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Just realized I could (and maybe should) add my thought process, so here's the thing... Itachi is the little Uchiha genius, not Sasuke, while Neji IS the Hyuuga genius. And even as the top student in his year, Sasuke was still one year behind Neji in experience. So it was never much of a match from the start for me.
On top of that I made sure he let his emotions get the best of him - which let's be fair he would - and tried to use a jutsu he still hadn't mastered and most likely drained a good portion of his chakra. That leaves a tired Sasuke against taijutsu and clan techniques he can't copy.
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mikayesha · 29 days
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feeling like a saggy massive sack of shit
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ghostyclay · 7 days
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S7 mumbo jumbo cosplay coming soon :3 (wip)
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slavhew · 11 months
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overdue backposting of the one man mental illness (and two man, sometimes)
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musubiki · 9 months
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i decided to not be lazy and actually look at references for how to draw the m34ths hat
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mmmairon · 1 year
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I deserve not even you
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tooquirkytolose · 10 months
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Optometrist: oh shit these thangs (my glasses) are 5+years old?? Looks like someone takes good care of their stuff oh wow not much of a prescription change there looks like your eyesights all right good job :)
Me kicking my feet, twirling my hair
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demigod-of-the-agni · 6 months
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A DEVIL REBORN
Happy Halloween!!! A detailed ID will be placed under the cut (it's close to being 1K i could literally post this to Ao3)
p1. ड्याम्म (dyamma) - Nepali for "(feeling) full", "hitting something"
p3. Chutiya - Hindi for "idiot", "moron" and other related insults
p5. க்ரீச் (kreech) - Tamil onomatopoeia describing scraping/screeching sounds
[Extended Image ID: DYAMMA! Slamming his hands on a table, Achanba Okram finds himself in the darkness of his laboratory. He is wearing black clothes and a white lab coat on top, and has a bowl cut with rectangular glasses.
His thoughts whirl within boxes that are coloured gold and are outlined with red; they put a voice to the uneasy feelings Okram knows are stirring inside of him. The thought boxes read:
With Pavitr gone, I finally have time to string my thoughts together. Half-drowned answers bleed out of my pores. Coalescing like some great, abysmal creature of unknown origin.
Bracing his hands against the table, Okram is acutely aware of his body, of the gaping holes in his back that bubble with demonic energy. His thoughts narrate, My body quakes when I begin to question, wracked with paranoia. With dread, as if the idea of what I had to face was unbearable.
The holes in back — four of them, spaced evenly from each other — begin to ooze golden liquid, hot like fire and viscous like tar.
And yet, Okram thinks, I felt it all the same: that crawling, scintillating horror of my reality. Of my tainted flesh and blood. My being here is the work of demonic forces.
Golden arms, fluid yet bony, powered by some otherworldly thing, unravel from the void in his back. They flounder and expand around him, filling the lab with a cold glow. The fingers are tipped with talons, and, if he looked hard enough, Okram swears they are edged with blood.
I died years ago, Okram thinks. I lost my humanity to the fire of the devil's madness. Thus, the question remains: what is the future of Achanba Okram, a DEVIL REBORN?
The lights of the lab suddenly brighten, and Okram hears him before he sees him. His arms register the presence of the other person, immediately unraveling and slipping out of reality. Just outside, Pavitr Prabhakar's voice calls, "HEY, DOCTOR OKRAM! Sorry I'm late! Traffic was abysmal today."
Pavitr's entrance catches Okram by surprise, and he stutters out, "PAVITR?! You- ah- you have one of your shifts today?"
His thoughts reprimand him, You CHUTIYA! Pavitr always has his shifts on Tuesdays!
Pavitr is unaware of Okram's turmoil, sauntering into the laboratory while hefting up a white plastic bag. He's wearing a black and white flannel shirt, and he has circular earrings. Pavitr's eyes are trained on the bag in his hand. He answers Okram's question with, "Yeah, I do. I, uh, got a little hungry along the way (I'm always so hungry)." Pavitr whispers the last part as he lifts the bag up. He continues, "so I went and bought some vada pav, and—"
He suddenly pauses, his eyes locking onto Okram. He can't tell what is going beyond Pavitr's eyes, but the other man's analysing gaze unnerves Okram to a degree beyond description.
(In Pavitr's POV: his Spider-Sense was just triggered. Red and gold squiggly lines emanate from and surround his head in a halo.)
Pavitr lowers the bag slightly in concern. "Uhm," Pavitr says "are you okay, Doctor?"
Dread and fear floods Okram's system. Suddenly he is hyperaware of everything in the room, including the golden arm that has sprouted from his back and was lying on the workbench behind him, right in Pavitr's line of sight.
Play dumb! Okram's mind screams at him. Accordingly, Okram replies, a tad too tightly, "Of course I am, Pavitr! Why wouldn't I be?"
KREECH. The golden arm scrapes its taloned fingers across the table, no doubt giving away its location.
Okram chuckles nervously, sweating almost immediately, at which his mind howls, Not that dumb!
Pavitr narrows his eyes at Okram and at the golden arm on the workbench. "Are those...demonic arms?" he asks Okram, a shadow crossing his face.
(In Pavitr's POV: In the back of his mind, Pavitr sees a vague and faded image forming in response to seeing the arms. He remembers Doctor Octopus, the man with two extra sets of arms who had attacked him many years ago; he was one of the first villains Pavitr fought as Spider-Man. But... Doctor Octopus died a long time ago. Perhaps...?)
"Oh, Doctor..."
Pavitr's gaze softens as he asks, "Are you being haunted by demons? Have you been attacked by them? Why didn't you tell me? I'm so sorry this has been happening to you. I can't imagine how stressful this is for you." A moment, and then, "Do you want to talk about?"
Okram hides his face in his hands, quickly responding, "No, I'm alright, Pavitr."
Pavitr walks forward, placing his bag down and reaching down to place a reassuring hand on Okram's shoulder. "But, Doctor, men of your generation have ignored their mental health for too long."
"Yes, I know," Okram sighs.
"It'll be okay, Doctor," Pavitr promises, "we can figure something out!"
"And what?" Okram asks somewhat sarcastically. "You will be here with me 'every step of the way'?"
"One hundred percent!" Pavitr says.
Behind them, one of Okram's demonic arms reaches out to peer at Pavitr and Okram; if an arm could be happy, it certainly was. The arm is seemingly pleased with Pavitr's helpful and understanding nature. /.End ID]
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fayrism · 1 year
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barbie dressup games dot com this man
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hella1975 · 2 months
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a post about fic updates! so the fics im currently juggling are dog teeth, tams, and of course, taob. my original plan was to start posting the second installment of the dog teeth series by sometime in april, bc it's the fic im most into atm and i already have the first chapter done, i just want to bank another one or two because once i start posting it i want to KEEP posting it with regular updates, hopefully every 2 weeks like with kaiein. HOWEVER this will put my atla fics on a back burner. april is a good writing time for me (PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE) bc i have the entire month off from uni to prep for may exam season, and i always want to write when im procrastinating my degree. which is. it's own thing im sure i'll graduate it's fine i'm fine. so if i focus on dog teeth, neither tams nor taob will get focus until like. june. which is par for the course with taob but im NOT happy about doing with tams.
SO my thought process was i can either be normal about this and just accept it's literally my final year at uni and im trying to graduate and it doesn't matter if updates are slow on ANY fics, or i can do my usual and implement an insane deadline that i somehow always make by the skin of my teeth. can you guess what i went with?
and thus i present unto the crowd my tentative plan: have the next taob chapter done by middle of april (im aware this is quite hand-wavey but it gives me a month to work with, so in my head this means anything between april 10th-20th), have the next tams chapter done by the end of april, and dog teeth can follow.
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doyouknowthemossinman · 6 months
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i need to know why waltz of the psychonauts doesn't have more plays. like what the fuck guys is it just not special enough to you?? did it not shift your molecules around enough??? am i vaguely obsessive about this song for no reason??? absolutely yes
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sofd-maybe · 2 years
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Fall from grace
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opens-up-4-nobody · 6 months
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:-P
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kyomon0 · 6 months
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Doodle done in response to me starting the homework that was assigned 4 months ago. I am a great student. I am also a liar. Hahahahaha.
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thepunkmuppet · 7 months
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I don’t think I ever actually said this on here, basically for one of my mock english gcse exams for the “write a story” section I wrote a time travel / somewhere else jonmartin fic. literally. the prompt was “something surprising” I think, and I just went well. waking up in an alternate universe would be pretty damn surprising. and it was just jon waking up in bed with no scars and no eyepocalypse and going “wHEre’S mArTiN” and I got a grade 9 (A**). so yeah that happened
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