this would be levi when altair comes in crying bc caelum ruined his world in whatever game he's playing (even tho he's the one who taught cae how to play):

memes are great and all but here's a little STARTER CALL for y'all

"girl, could you be any more subtle with how thirsty you are."

"HATTY!"

As fast as her short legs could carry her, and waving frantically, Perrine ran towards her friend, hugged her tightly.

With a wide grin on her face, the lavender being glanced up at @ravensroleplays.

"We haven't seen in a while! How are you? What have you been doing all this time? Tell me everything!"

Her tentacles slightly flicked in excitement.

(( hello! :D nice to rp with you again!

I hate this.

I'm tired.

I want to run away.

I don't write much, anymore. I have this neuroses about putting my feelings anywhere anyone can see.

Letting others in only makes me want to find a way out.

Trust is scarce. A limited resource. And every day it feels like the people around me reinforce why I need to keep this fortified wall guarded by rabid pit bulls, secure and in tact.

And these feelings...

Some days, I pray my ass off for him. His happiness. His safety. His success. For him to smile more. For his spirit to feel joy. Feel free. Til my throat is dry. Til I drift to sleep.

Other days, I wish I'd never met him at all.

This shit keeps happening [to me].

It's so funny... so strange... I used to hate him.

It seemed like, whenever he would get involved, in any capacity in my affairs, whether directly or by proxy, I'd come away from things feeling hurt. Humiliated. Embarrassed. Like, something or someone'd been taken from me. His austere Saturnian energy. Blocking. Restricting...

On purpose.

Who wouldn't feel disdain?

But then something happened...

The universe has such a fucked up sense of humor.

It's true what they say... you can't help who you fall for.

I dont know how to feel this normally..

So I do what I know how to... Go out. Play the field. I answer this call. That call. Handsome guys who throw around flashy titles. I let them believe I'm impressed. Let them pick me up. Tell me I'm pretty. Show me chivalry. Let them kiss me. Taste a few other things.

All to temper this sting... this... infection. This thing I'm not sure how to cure. This thing I'm too terrified to call by it's name.

My God... I hated him. At times I think I still may.

But It's true what they say... you can't help who you fall for.

I just never thought It would be with the villain.

floraaaa how have you been? i have once again started thinking about fyodor playing that giant ass cello and i just know he’s good with his hands-

i've been ok!! life kinda beating my ass but trying to find happiness in little things like fyodor's fingers

YES the calluses on his fingers from years of playing cello def feel so good when he's rubbing your cli- oopsie whoops sorryfdsjkflj

his dexterity and strength is so sexy and he learns your body so well and plays you like the damn cello sigh gasp moan

LOIS LANE : PRESS ID BADGES

DAILY PLANET ID : the one on the left , this is the most used press badge that enables lois to navigate through metropolis easily . the access includes to the daily planet building and access to her floor . the daily planet logo is prominent throughout . lois' staff number is 1125 and her card access number is 3650994203 . her official job title is senior writer .

CITY OF METROPOLIS PRESS PASS : the one on the right , mostly used out of state . it is essential that this pass is used beyond the boundaries of delaware is lois ever wants a story . her press access number is AF28192 . the district of metropolis sigil is prominent throughout . issued by the city of metropolis . each pass is unique , identifying the individual and their news outlet organisation .

inspiration from : here .

the gang's all here ! to make your own.

because i was so completely into writing levi in aus, i forgot how he acts in canon 🫠 istg, writing aot in canonverse has never been this hard and i am only in the 7th chapter of my full-on aot fic 😭 feel free to drop by in this ridiculously spontaneous piece of work any time !! i'd appreciate it so much 🥺🌷

me 🤝 lesbian muses

𝙳𝙾 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝚁𝙴𝙿𝙾𝚂𝚃 / 𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙰𝙻𝚂 𝙳𝙾 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃 / 𝙼𝚄𝚃𝚄𝙰𝙻𝚂 𝙼𝙰𝚈 𝚁𝙴𝙱𝙻𝙾𝙶  

it’s rusted & run down but this is vicky’s first love. ‘ JERRY ’. originally owned by her mother.

@technodromes hit the 💜 for a short starter

"Hey tin can, did you get everyth‒"

Turning around, Perrine quickly realized that it wasn't her floating robot she was talking to, but something.. someone else.

"Uh, you're not Dot.."

Obviously..

(( Hallöchen und Grüße aus Deutschland! :D

   small beeps.

what does your heart look like ?

 a tangled ball of red strings

who are you without the company of others ? you aren’t sure , but you know that you aren’t fond of whoever it is . you are an actor , a pretty face and a pleasant song . many idolize you , or love you , but you can never be sure of how sincere it is . your heart is buried under the letters they leave you , sealed with a kiss . it can’t be untangled from the red strings they’ve attached to you . you deserve to find something , someone , true and faithful to hold your heart in place . you don’t have to be everything to everyone .

tagged by : @pistoiet 💕

tagging : @shelassos , @shepurrs , @knightwar , @danviers , @fightwing , @fatedtruths

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🪐 — RAHIM + GAZALA BRAVARD  /  @enclovir​  :

rahim’s parents were originally from algeria,  &  they both came from large families themselves, the majority of which still reside in algeria.  rahim’s parents were both free thinkers who valued education  &  didn’t believe in god, which often put them at odds with their very religious  &  conservative family members  —  as well as the very religious  &  conservative government.  motivated in large part by their desire to raise their son  &  any other children they might have in a nation where they would be free to decide their own religion  &  lifestyle, they emigrated to france when rahim was still very young. but rahim’s parents were not the only outliers in their family.  rahim’s maternal aunt had a daughter named gazala, who also dreamed of a life outside of algeria.  inspired by seeing her aunt  &  uncle move abroad to pursue more freedom for their children  &  themselves, gazala began looking for opportunities for herself that could let her move abroad.  it wasn’t long before gazala was accepted into a prestigious ballet conservatory in france at the age of 19,  &  rahim’s parents were happy to welcome their niece to live with them in their home while she trained.  gazala moved into the harrak home in france when rahim was 9 years old,  &  though they were technically cousins, they acted more like siblings during rahim’s pre-teen years.  rahim was the oldest of the three harrak children,  &  gazala adored him.  they quickly grew very close. as a trans woman, gazala was the first person that rahim felt safe coming out to at age 13.  &  when he started dating his first boyfriend at the age of 14, it was gazala who gave rahim “the talk,” about queer sex, making sure to include both the importance of pleasure  &  making safer choices in the conversation.  afterwards, they were both bolstered  &  affirmed not to be the only queer person in their families,  &  gazala’s unflinching acceptance was crucial in shaping rahim into the proudly out, sex-positive person he is by the time he transfers to moordale. but unbeknownst to rahim, gazala had been recruited to the kingsman during her time in the ballet collective.  for a few years, gazala balanced her new career with her family.  though she spent less  &  less time at home, she always took the chance to visit rahim whenever she could.  although she was very busy with the kingsman,  &  could not tell him the truth about her work anymore, still the two remained close.  until, when rahim was 15 years old, he got the news that gazala had been killed in a tragic accident. rahim had no way of knowing that gazala had actually been left for dead by her fellow agents  &  “rescued” by the valentine corporation  —  he didn’t even know she had been working for the service, after all.  gazala’s  “death”  was incredibly hard on rahim.  he turned to poetry in his grief, using writing to express his feelings of loss.  some of his first poems were dedicated to gazala. it isn’t until rahim is 26, graduated from university  &  beginning to settle into his adult life, that he gets the call that gazala is alive.  of course, rahim drops everything to go to her,  &  he spends much of his free time helping her heal from the brainwashing by reminding her what it really means to be part of a family.