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I wonder if levi or aizawa would be into a sugar mommy type? Like not that sheβs necessarily older than them, just makes more money and likes to spoil them?
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I think Levi might initially mistake being lovingly spoiled with pity. He didn't grow up with much of anythingβ most of his youth was spent wondering if he'd be able to scrap up enough to have at least meal or two. Even life within the Scout Regiment was full of uncertainty and wavering resources. Not a single thing could be wasted and the luxry of having seconds at dinner wasn't something common for him or anyone else. So when you come into his life and start dropping gift after gift on his lap, he misreads your kindness. He eventually confronted you about it and, even he had to admit, it came out angrier than he expected. He hadn't meant to sound ungrateful, but his doubts present themselves as defensiveness and he didn't quite know what to do when your smile dropped. After talking it over, he soon realized that it was simply your form of showing love. Words were never your forte, but you did love choosing gifts that reminded you of him. It was your way of showing that he was always on your mind. Little did you know he had every single gift neatly put away, and he often looked through them fondly and with care.
Aizawa wouldn't quite know how to react. For the most part, he'd always been a pretty low maintainance person, so he never indulged much in buying stuff for himself. Easy to say he was taken aback when he first received a gift from you. He didn't quite understand why you kept giving him such nice stuff, but he cherished every little detail. He's not too good with words, but he'd show his appreciation with little handwritten notes and a little gift that always await your return by the kitchen counter. He'd be lying if he said he didn't feel undeserving of your gifts, but it felt nice to be cared for and thought of. Most of the time, he'd spend a good while admiring whatever new trinket you'd gotten him, his gaze softening with something warm. He treasures it all.
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We need originium slug plushies, it'd be great merch
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I'd dig an Originium Slug plushie for sure. Lancet-2 is also begging to be a plushie with how round and soft it looks.
You know who absolutely must needs become a plushie, though?
It's money they are leaving on the table. My money, in fact. You can take it whenever, Hypergryph.
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Marinette in love with Chat Noir is so soft
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How trying to draw soft emotions feels
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Itβs hard to write soft FrUK because things so easily dissolve into bitter carnage and just -ugh. The girls are fighting
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there are many versions of you, and you know i'm the only one who sees them all. @pyratezlife / silver.
πππππππ πππ ππππ ππππ πππ πππ. πππππππ πππ ππππ πππππ ππ πππππ π
ππππ'π ππππππππππ, had known the ghosts of his past and the demons of his present. she had witnessed his most vulnerable multitudes, and the aftermath of his most gruesome deeds. those which would haunt him 'til death closed its maw about him at last ... but had she accepted them ? could she have met his eye and told him all those parts were good and true? now he would never know for certain.
miranda was dead, and silver was here. offering understanding without conditions. perhaps that was its own sort of love.
β the last person who could claim such a thing is dead you should have walked away while you had the chance. β there would be no such chance now. a tether had grown between them, wound tighter with each passing day. neither could be free of the other's influence now. they were one entity : two sides of the same whole. their lives woven together, as their deaths would undoubtedly be.
thunk, thunk. his soles sounded heavy upon the floorboards as he closed the distance between them. a hand rose to GRASP silver by the throat, fingers curled firm but not choking. another step urged the man back against the edge of flint's desk, forced him to rest upon it. head dipped, lips just grazing the shell of the other's ear and hovering there. hot breath hit the side of silver's neck and stifled the space between them. β but i'm glad that you didn't. β an admission so soft and open. his nose nudged along the man's temple.
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"Almost done; you're doing so good--"
I just can't imagine this in Mac's voice so I guess he needs it said TO him....
Mac has this said to him weekly you canβt change my mind
βJack, despite what you must think, you are not helping.β
βWhat do I need to do to help then? Wanna squeeze my hand? Need me to get ya anythin? Want me to serenade ya so yer focusin on me and not the pain?β
βThe best thing for you to do at the moment is let us work, Agent.β
Mac snorted out a slight laugh before hissing in pain as the medic prodded his arm. It was his fault, in all honesty; a simple mishap in the lab that lead to beakers being broken and Mac falling onto the shattered glass. Not the most painful thing thatβs ever happened but definitely the most annoying at that moment.
βCanβt ya at least give him somethin for the pain?β
βUnfortunately not. I know Agent Macgyver said the glass was all clean, but until we get it all of of his skin and clean the wounds, we donβt want to take the chances of the medication reacting with any potential chemicals.β
βIβm okay Jack.β
Jack didnβt believe him for a second, not when every sound out of his mouth was laced with some sort pain. Jack had first hand experience with glass embedded in his skin, knew how much it hurt and how every movement caused pain, and heβd been given something to numb out the area. Macβs whole arm had large and small shards in it with nothing but his stubbornness to say he was okay.
But Jack could see through it. He did end up taking Macβs good hand in his own, offering support and something other than the medbay table to squeeze.
βAlmost done Mac. Youβre doin so good.β
Mac only nodded slightly and squeezed Jackβs hand.
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