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#i love spring #moodboard #flowers

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tfw you wanna write smut but are not hyperfixating on any fandoms enough to let the horny thoughts win

#bri speaks #lordy lord #smut

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Putting more nanami out there this season

#jjk #nanami kento #look at my man #reblog

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because you are GORGEOUS in your every state babes ❤️

this hc is still making me cackle like a dumbass

modern au hc: Tengen is gorgeous in all pictures no matter the angle. The only time he is not gorgeous is when Kyojuro takes a picture of him, because Kyo's 'talent' at taking bad pictures outweighs Tengen's prettiness.

@desi-the-blue-eyed-kakushi @witchy-scribblings @flametrashira

#reblog #moot moot time #sunandflame

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Do you only do females reader and gn reader 💀

you ask that as if i've written anything as of late lmao

but yeah, that is generally the case

#bri speaks

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this is why nanami doesn’t go for sweet drinks 🍸

#jjk #nanami kento #reblog #the reason why i'm so into nanami is because we're the fucking same #fucking mood daddy

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We’re mooties?!🥹🫢💕

I’m so happy~

WE ARE

i love my army of mooties ❤️

#moot moot time #mamayan #bri speaks #y'all precious ilysm

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idk how to explain it but nanami looks like a Tibetan sand fox

#jjk #reblog #nanami kento #this is the most accurate thing i've seen all day

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PEACH-

#moot moot time #peachdues #bri speaks #sorry for the late answer #shit's been busy with uni starting hfkdhdj #i love you and your lil love memes <3

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MY HEART FEELS SO FULL I'M CRYING

this is beautiful

god i am so coming back to this time and time again

Summary: carving pumpkins with Levi

Pairing: post war Levi x GN reader

Warnings: none. Pure fluff. Levi getting loved and being comfy like he deserves.

Tags: @postwarlevi @witchy-scribblings

🍂 The Softest Season 🍂

Levi squints, shielding his eyes from the sun as you approach. You clearly have something planned for him; something that requires him to be outside, sitting at a little table around the back of your townhouse. An array of knives and spoons sit on the table in front of him, raising more questions. The cold breeze ruffles his hair as he looks up at you in confusion. “What is this?”

“Pumpkins!” you announce proudly, setting the two giant orange gourds on the table in front of him.

“I see that, but why?”

You pull up a seat beside his wheelchair and lean in to place a kiss on his cheek. Your lips are warm and soft on his scarred, wind-chilled skin. “Because last winter you told me that you’d never carved a pumpkin, and I wanted you to be able to try it.”

His eyebrows stitch together as he turns his head toward you. He had told you that, hadn’t he? He’d mentioned it offhandedly while you were talking about how you missed autumn; that he hadn’t truly experienced seasons before coming to the surface, that he hadn’t been able to do the things kids above ground did growing up… like carving pumpkins. “You remembered that?”

“Of course I did, I love you.”

Battleworn features soften as you arrange all the supplies needed for carving. He chuckles quietly as you hand him a neatly folded white apron and a washcloth. You’re always so considerate of him, paying attention and quietly assuring he’s comfortable. “Thank you.”

“It’s going to be kind of messy, but don’t worry, I’ll clean up.”

“I don’t mind getting messy with you.”

Your laugh is like music to him as he puts on the apron and sets the cloth within easy reach of his chair. All those years of fighting and clinging to life by his fingernails feel completely worth it when he’s at your side.

"Okay, so first of all we need to cut a hole in the top, like this," you say.

He watches as you saw your knife through the pumpkin's thick orange rind, quietly amused by the intense look of concentration on your face. "Alright. Seems easy enough."

Putting his pumpkin in his lap he does the same, adjusting his grip to accommodate for his missing fingers. It's a little awkward until he gets the feel for it, but that's the story of his life now. If Levi is anything he's adaptable. 

And he's aware you're watching him intently, ready to jump in and help if the pumpkin or the knife slips, but you don't fuss over him. Hell, he's killed titans with these wounded hands, gourds are easy. He finishes carving the hole and then looks to you for guidance. “Done.”

You give him a nervous smile. “Alright, now you take the lid you just made off and… scoop out the guts.”

“Guts?” He pulls off the lid by the stem and… “Ugh.”

“I told you it was messy.”

“Yeah… you did.” His nose crinkles at the sight of the moist, stringy innards. But he’s downright horrified as he witnesses you just put your entire hand into your pumpkin, pulling out wet fistfuls of seeds and pulp. “You’re just… shoving your hand in there, huh?”

“Mhm,” you smile over at him as you throw a handful of sloppy pumpkin guts onto an old newspaper on the table. “I’ve always just used my hands for this part. It’s faster than utensils.”

“Efficient. And disgusting.”

“Oh come on now, you spent most of your twenties and thirties covered in worse than this.”

“At least those guts weren’t cold,” he grumbles, poking the slimy insides and grimacing as the wetness on his fingertip turns from slippery to sticky in a matter of seconds.

You chuckle softly but your laughter is never unkind, especially not when it comes to his quirks. “It’s okay, you can use the utensils if you want. That’s why I brought them. Take all the time you need, you know I’ll always wait for you.”

God, he loves you; your supportive and affectionate nature which has softened his edges over the years. He loves how carefree and unbothered you are by this sort of thing. So what if your hands are slimy? They’ll clean up. You remind him of Hange in that way. Or Isabel.

There was a time when even thinking those names caused a stab of pain so great he could barely breathe. But time and support have softened that too. Everything is kinder these days. 

Carefully, he rolls his sleeves, takes a deep breath, and scrapes a handful of cold, slippery seeds out of the pumpkin with his bare hands.

“Levi!” You gasp as a look of pure shock widens your eyes. “Love, you don’t have to–”

Some part of him regrets it instantly. The texture is repulsive but the look on your face– concern mixed with surprise and delight– is worth it.

He chucks the pumpkin guts on the table on top of yours and sticks his hand in for another scoop. “It’s not so bad.”

“You still surprise me, even after all these years.”

He’s so engrossed in the act of scooping out pumpkin seeds, he almost doesn’t notice you rising from your seat and closing the space between you to press a soft kiss to his temple. Despite the cool autumn air, he still feels a warmth spread across his cheeks. 

Sometimes he wonders if this is all a dream; that he’s really laid out on some forsaken battlefield drawing his final breaths while his mind conjures visions of you to soothe him. Because when has life ever been this kind or gentle? How can this be the same world?

Golden leaves float lazily down to earth from the trees towering over your little townhouse as the gentle sun warms his back. This is his life now. No more fighting. No more war. Just you.

He'll never take any of it for granted. He'll never stop appreciating the little things you do. Like bringing his tea in the morning, brewed just how he likes it, remembering details about him that he barely notices about himself, and the way you nonchalantly give him little kisses and sweet affection, as if loving him is the easiest and most natural thing in the world. And now bringing him pumpkins to carve simply because you want him to experience the things which make you happy.

You both finish scooping out the pumpkins and he wipes his hands clean on the washcloth before turning to you. "Come here a second…"

Your hands are still slimy as you lean across the gap between your seats but you keep your elbows bent so they're not in danger of touching his clothes. "Hm?"

"I love you, you know that, right?"

"I do," you say with a soft smile which makes his heart flutter. 

The journey of his life hasn't always been easy; he spent his spring in darkness trying to push up through the ground, his brutal summer fighting through blistering heat. But now he's in his autumn; gentle, peaceful, calm. He's by your side in an age as golden as the trees overhead.

He places a hand on the back of your head, gently pulling you closer to press a sweet, lingering kiss on your lips. And then he takes your slimy hand in his, not minding the mess at all. "Thank you."

"What for?"

"The pumpkins, the kiss, loving me back. All of it." He smiles, gazing into your eyes for a moment before he turns back to face the table. "So now I guess we carve the faces in these?"

"Yeah, now you get to dust off your knife skills."

Levi laughs, as he does so often these days. The pair of you compete to carve the most grotesque faces you can, flicking stray pumpkin seeds into the bushes for the birds, and seeing who can make them go the farthest. This is what life is about; simple pleasures which are no longer a rarity. They're still just as precious to him though.

When you're both done and you sit back and admire your creations, he smiles, his heart warmed and comfortably full. Because with you by his side, autumn is by far his favorite season. 

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#levi ackerman #moot moot time #flametrashira #god i loved this so much #esp the part where you do the season analogy about his life stages #in this house we love levi and autumn

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reblog to make ur blog smell like crispy autumn air, graveyards, carved pumpkin guts, moon water, and a damp cave full of bats 

#reblog #AUTUMN BABY #god i'm so excited #last year we didn't even have autumn proper #too hot #here's to hoping

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Guess who got punched in the face today

LOTTIE??

WHAT HAPPENED BABY

i'm tiny and shy but i'll throw hands

#moot moot time #mydarlingdahlia #bri speaks #my friend i'm speechless

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Time to go back to sleep and shift to one of my numerous Genshin DRs and make him wife me up

We on a mission fr

nah cause fr whose decision was it to make him THIS FINE. i'm only just starting sumeru at fucking last and they're making me simp for the otter from the next nation gdi

#moot moot time #mydarlingdahlia #bri speaks #neuvillette #i promise not to cringe when he sweet talks me in french <3

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Laci feeds me so well OH MYYYY

No but she said she’s gonna do another one but with a different pic

I’m scared but also excited (she can be so unhinged at times but I love her)

I THINK I SAW THE NEW ONE?? (perks of skidaddling from tumblr from time to time ig

oh lord

#moot moot time #mydarlingdahlia #sorry for the late answer #life's been lifing #bri speaks

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Reblog if you're bisexual and sleepy

#reblog #is this #a bisexual thing?

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i want y'all to know that whenever i send a thirst i let it marinate in the unending horny that rules my every waking (and dreaming) experience.

pe teacher giyuu who helps you out with warm-up stretches by crouching down behind you and placing his warm hands on your back, pushing you forward into the space between your parted legs. when he feels the resistance, he clicks his tongue and leans in to whisper into your ear: "i know you can do better than this, or have you forgotten the way you spread your legs like a slut for me just last night?"

Okay- I- Gods, reading this again and again makes me feel so hot like this has no business being so hot. My brain is a scrambled egg.

I wanted to save this until I start writing what we talked about, which will appear as WIP on my masterlist tonight, but fuck if I don't wanna share the blurb I wrote continuing that.

You nearly experienced a full-body twitch when he whispered that in your ear. The stretch of last night still left your muscles sore, in more ways than one.

Your face felt hot remembering how you struggled to take it, to take him. Giyuu was big and he made you cry on his dick more than once, including last night's session. 

And it was just Monday. Yet, you could bet you were soaking your panties only from his proximity. How were you supposed to survive the week before you could be with him again? 

"Answer me, [L/N]," he ordered, pushing more against your back in the pretense of helping you stretch, the burn punishing on its own. "Or will I need to remind you who's in charge?"

"I have not forgotten, sensei," you say in a strained whisper, trying not to fight back against his hold. The noises of the class faded away to you as all you could focus on was him - his warm hands, his breath against your ear, body so close to your own. You were lucky no one paid attention to you two.

"Meet me after class."

His warmth disappeared.

#moot moot time #desi the blue eyed kakushi #reblog #tomioka giyuu #the way you made the thirst 300% better with this blurb and the promise of an EXPANSION HOLY SH-

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take your time bby, but DAYUM

Guys I’m going to try to finish the College!Roomate Itto thingy

I don’t know if I will but please know I will try

For y’all 🩷

#moot moot time #mydarlingdahlia #reblog #arataki itto #i need this man like i need air