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Um… yeah

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be gentle and patient with

a) who you were

b) who you are now

c) who you are becoming

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so you’re telling me that netflix’s dept q doesn’t have a fandom yet? when it’s got insane potential to be a prime tumblr fandom candidate? when you’ve got 1) matthew goode as a grumpy, arrogant english inspector riddled with ptsd (heavily reminiscent of david tennant in broadchurch) 2) an empathetic, yet badass sidekick with a mysterious backstory 3) a peppy redhead who’s the exact opposite of the main character and whom he reluctantly teams up with? but then the team works great together? and these guys, they’re all trying to solve their own problems from their past, while working on the most fucked up cold case imaginable?

tumblr cmon do your thing and watch the show already

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Dept. Q 1x09

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akram salim is maybe the character of all time. well-dressed, polite and unassuming man capable of terrible violence. literally looks like a cinnamon roll but could kill you. was "sort of" a cop in syria and no, he won't be expanding on that. widowed single dad to daughters he loves but doesn't understand. casual brutality is easy for him but he never loses control. WILL stop to pet the nose of a dog statue because it's good luck. sarcastic as fuck but never even cracks a smile. has a knife and knows how to use it. has absolute zero ego and goes out of his way to reassure the cop who previously investigated their cold case that he did a great job and it wasn't his fault the case wasn't solved earlier. helps his egotistical asshole boss calm down from a panic attack and then uses said boss's vulnerable position to enforce a boundary in a way that is both polite and threatening. and he bakes :)

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STOP PUTTING OC STORIES WITH "X READER" TAGS BRO WITH ALL DUE RESPECT YOUR STORY DOES NOT BELONG THERE....listen... im sure the story is great... BUT im literally gonna combust if i keep seeing ts. Im trying to feed my delusions and yall arnt helping. Sighhhhhhh

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ʜᴜꜱʙᴀɴᴅ!ʟᴇᴠɪ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴɴᴏɴꜱ :)

~ Husband!Levi wakes up before you every single morning. He pads around the house barefoot, starts the kettle, and takes his time preparing tea, one cup for himself, and one exactly the way you like it. He just sits beside you on the bed, watching your chest rise and fall. There’s something calming about the sight of you tucked under the covers, wearing one of his old shirts.

~ Husband!Levi is absurdly territorial, not in a jealous way, but in a quiet, calculated way only people with survival instincts notice. He doesn’t shout. He doesn’t argue. He just watches. eyes sharp, jaw tight. When someone gets too familiar with you. He steps closer, hand resting low on your back, fingers lightly tapping your spine. If someone pushes past you in a crowd, Levi’s the type to grab your waist and reposition you next to him with zero hesitation.

~ Husband!Levi keeps your home cleaner than most hospitals, but he doesn’t mind your clutter. Only yours. Your clothes on the floor? He folds them. Your hair in the drain? He scoops it out. You could leave makeup all over the sink and papers scattered on the table and he wouldn’t say a thing, he just cleans around them. He once found your necklace tangled on the bathroom counter and spent thirty minutes undoing the knot before hanging it carefully on your nightstand.

~ Husband!Levi wears his wedding ring like armour. He’s not flashy. He didn’t want some expensive band, and he didn’t want to make a big deal about the ceremony. But that ring? He touches it constantly — when he’s thinking, when he’s irritated, when he misses you. It grounds him. If he has to take it off for work or training, he keeps it in a tiny cloth pouch tucked inside his inner jacket pocket, and he checks for it twice before putting his gear on.

~ Husband!Levi remembers every tiny thing about you, especially the things you forget. He knows your coffee order, your shoe size, what side of the bed you prefer, and exactly how long your bad moods last when you’re sleep-deprived. You’ll mention craving something in conversation, days later, it’s in the fridge. You’ll complain about a headache, he’ll hand you water and your preferred meds before you even ask. He doesn't make a show of it. He just...pays attention

~ Husband!Levi doesn’t verbalize “I love you”, but when he does, it means everything. He’s not careless with words. He’ll call you “brat” or “woman” or “pain in my ass,” but when it comes to the real thing, he doesn’t waste it. He says “I love you” on nights when the world feels too heavy. When you’re curled up in bed, when you’ve had a terrible day, when you’re not even looking at him and he can finally say it without being overwhelmed by your reaction. It’s always low, always gruff. Sometimes it slips out when he’s holding you too tight. Other times it’s whispered when he thinks you’re asleep.

~ Husband!Levi is physical, not in a lustful way, but in a grounding way. He needs to touch to believe you’re real. When you sit beside him, his hand will automatically land on your thigh. When your cooking, he’ll press a kiss to your shoulder. If you’re standing together in silence, he’ll brush his fingers along your arm or let your pinkies link. You once asked him if he even noticed how often he touched you. He stared for a moment and said, “Not really. Feels normal.” And that’s the thing with Levi, touching you isn’t supposed to be showy. It’s instinct.

~ Husband!Levi is surprisingly soft when you're sick or injured—even if you're being a stubborn brat about it. You could be sneezing nonstop, wrapped in a hundred blankets, claiming you’re “fine,” and he’ll just frown and say, “Bullshit.” He’ll monitor your temperature, feed you soup (homemade or not, he makes sure it’s hot), fluff your pillows, and glare at you if you try to get out of bed. The only time he ever truly panicked was when you got hurt badly once, he didn’t say much then, just held your hand until you came to, knuckles white from how hard he gripped you.

~ Husband!Levi doesn’t believe in grand romantic gestures, but you’ll never have to ask for flowers. He brings them anyway. Not for show. Just… when he’s thinking of you. He’ll come home after a long day, toss his coat on the chair, and hand you a small bouquet without saying anything. Sometimes they’re wildflowers, sometimes fresh lavender, sometimes from a stall near work. He acts like it’s no big deal. “Don’t make it weird,” he’ll say as you smile and coo over them, cheeks turning pink. But he likes seeing them in a vase on the windowsill. He glances at them every time he walks by.

~ Husband!Levi doesn’t smile much, not with his mouth, anyway. But with you, his whole face softens. His voice drops a little lower. His brows relax. His shoulders ease. You tell a bad joke, and while he doesn’t laugh, his lips twitch and he shakes his head like he can’t believe he married someone like you. He stares at you sometimes when you’re not looking—long, quiet stares filled with so much weight it knocks the breath out of you when you finally catch him. “Why are you looking at me like that?” you ask, grinning. He shrugs. “Just… still figuring out how I got this lucky.”

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©ackermanrage - please do not copy, translate, or plagiarize my work!

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When tumblr refreshes itself and the fic I was reading fucking disappears forever 💔

I’ve been searching for a smau I was reading for three days 😔

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Headcanon:

I feel that when Levi settles down with you after dating for a while he could act very out of pocket since he's so comfortable, he could do something weird or strange but purely because he's in your presence. I also think he might bite you at random, not hard of course but a nom.

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The Reluctant Victor, inspired by The Reluctant Bride by Auguste Toulmouche - I just thought that this painting was SO perfect for Katniss and I had to draw it!

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✰ Levi trying to flirt headcanons ✰

He'll glare extra hard at you. Those steel grey eyes digging into your back when you train, spar, clean, eat. Watching, mesmerised, the way you move with such assuredness, such strength, muscles rippling beneath your uniform, the way you execute titan kills with such perfection that it might as well be an artform. Hange calls him a pervert, but Levi calls it observing. Appreciating. In his own silent way.

He'll always make sure to give you extra cleaning duties. He doesn't really know how else to talk to you, if it's not to give you orders. Besides, he can't deny how damn hot you look with sleeves rolled up to your elbows, brows furrowed and biting your lip as you meticulously scrub stains from the dining table, only leaving sparkling clean surfaces in your wake.

He'll stand awkwardly close to you whenever he has the chance. Trying not to make it too damn obvious that he's secretly sniffing your scent. You just smell so fucking good. Clean, like the soap provided as part of the monthly allowance from the Survey Corps, but also faintly of metal and gunpowder, testament to your time in the military. And so fucking sweet. He always walks away drunk after such an encounter.

He'll never go easy on you when you spar. That would just be to insult you. No, instead, he gives it his all. Because you deserve his all. He wants to give you his all. That might mean that you lose every damn time and end up pinned beneath him, breathless and writhing as you try to push him off. And before anyone asks, then no, that's not one of the reasons why he doesn't go easy on you. Not at all.

He'll always make sure to provide you with anything you need. But God forbid that you ever find out it's him. He won't ask. Somehow, he just knows. Maybe, from all that glaring. He notices you shivering? Next thing, a warm cloak is draped over your shoulders, its owner gone like a shadow in the night as soon as you lift your head to see who it is. He notices you cough during breakfast? He'll leave steaming mugs of tea, made with the precious dairy and honey only available to the higher-ups in the military, outside your room at headquarters. With just a knock on your door to alert you of his gift even if the sender himself is gone as soon as you open it. He notices the way your ODM gear whirs and complains from lack of oiling? He'll clean it for you, oil it, polish it, until it's so silent and shiny that you could hang it on your wall to use as a mirror. And you'll never know how you fell asleep one night after a gruelling training session, only to wake up the next day with your ODM gear propped against the wall exactly where you placed it the night before, but somehow magically fixed.

If someone asks how he feels about you, he'll deny it. Without second thought. "It wasn't you I saw coming out of her room last night, right?" No. "Admit it, you think she looks hot when you're sparring, right?" Tch, no. "Aww, did I just see you smile at her? Did I? Did I?" No, for fuck's sake. "You're sure you don't have a thing for her?" No. And Levi doesn't even realise what he just admitted until much later, when he sees Four-Eyes whispering something in your ear and your eyes widen with shock, just before they seek his across the training grounds, your cheeks flushing a pretty pink. Tch. Why do you have to look so damn cute??

Haha these were originally inspired by the quote I put in my Levi moodbard (Love language: Glaring), and then the snowball rolled from there😂😂 And I promise, he's not a pervert, just...emotionally constipated...

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Write it shitty, write it scared, write it without a clue but don't you be so spineless and have an AI write fanfic for you.

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Baby Levi head canons

- Kuchel's nickname for him was 'teacup' because he was so tiny and precious 🥺

- he was a very gentle baby, the type who never grabbed at a cat's tail or smacked you in the face

- he had solemn eyes, as if he was already much older and wiser than his years

- but he would also have the sweetest, most angelic smile when something made him happy

- 1000000% a mamas boy. Levi used to potter around after kuchel and help her, like carrying a few socks whilst she held the laundry basket

- was a very colicky baby, and it seemed like he was ill all the time, which made kuchel out of her mind with worry. She would soothe him by holding him, singing softly, and gently patting his back

- basically a mini clone of kuchel. His bio fathers genes didn't even put up a fight

- he used to play with items by putting them in order or something 😭

- he loved to tuck his head into Kuchel's neck 🥺

- he didn't have any toys in the Underground, but he had a little blankie that he slept with every night and he was devastated to lose it when Kuchel passed and Kenny took him and forced him to give it up

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Levi Ackerman Headcanons

Can’t keep my mind off this man fr Completely sfw I’ve been really feeling soft Levi lately. Enjoy!

<3<3<3

🫧Idk about y’all but Levi is funny as fuck. He would make you would laugh really hard at his deapan jokes like. Everyone else would think he was mad or something and you just bust out laughing. It makes him smile like a kid inside

🫧At first he would get really mad at any messy tendencies you had until it caused a fight between you two. That was enough to make him realize that you aren’t unclean he just uses cleaning as a coping mechanism for anxiety and he can’t force that on you

🫧After working through that fight I truly don’t think he would mind if you were a little messy or forgetful as long as it’s nothing crazy. It gives him something to do. Maybe you forget your dinner plate in the living room or leave your dirty clothes on the floor in the bathroom. He picks up after himself so much sometimes there’s nothing to do and then he has no way to soothe his anxiety.

🫧Has two cats. A tortoise shell girl named Alice and a black and white boy named Fernando (cause I mf said so)

🫧Pretends to not be allergic to said cats

🫧Wouldn’t be able to find you disgusting. Like if you were depressed and had dirty hair or a few dishes stacked up in your room he would just feel worry and empathy.

🫧He knows why it’s hard for people to keep up with things at times and it makes him sad to know you are struggling. He would probably have a hard time showing this though.

🫧He might clean up your room with no expression on his face, probably making you feel ashamed but then when he’s done he would come over and just be like “It’s better? Right?” And you would understand he’s doing it out of love

🫧He would have no problem seeing every part of you including the bad. He’s strong enough to lift you back up

🫧Can sometimes have a negative ego about stuff like. It would definitely be the cause of most of your fights. But it just comes from not loving himself and not being the most confident

🫧He would have very dry pale hands and he would sometimes allow you to put lotion on them. To him this was extremely intimate and he found it physically very soothing to the irritation

🫧He would smell like licorice (this drives me so insane you don’t even wanna know how much I think about this) with a hint of mint from his tea.

🫧 When he’s fresh out the shower he would smell like jasmine and powder

🫧Also he would chew classic pink bubblegum. You keep a pack for him in your purse

🫧Doesn’t need a grocery list he can remember it all easily. Even down the the brand and he pretends to not notice if you slip little treats in the cart like cookies

🫧Definitely the type to be overwhelmed with a rush of love when he watches you do a task.

🫧He would then try to do something that would physically show his affection but it ends up being awkward. Like he’d try to pet your head or rub your arm and then just walk away all stiff

🫧Awkward king

🫧Loveeesss Amy Winehouse. The way she mixes moody soul and playful crudeness fits him so well. I can see him playing Love Is A Loosing Game softly while cooking dinner

🫧Might even dance with you in the living room to me & Mr jones. He keeps it PG and sweet by never letting his hand travel lower than your middle back (true gentleman)

🫧He would keep roses. He doesn’t drink coffee but would feed your caffeine addiction so he has coffee grounds to fertilize them. The mixture of soft petals and thorns its something he wants to covet

🫧Watching the leaves turn colors when fall comes is something that gives him a reason to live

🫧Hates his birthday and hates Christmas. It pisses him off that they are so close together too

🫧Butttttt he might shed a tear when you present him with a single cupcake adorned with a lit candle, keeping it private and lowkey. Just how he likes

🫧Would also let you kiss him under the mistletoe, but only because you begged! (secretly yearned for the romance of it all himself and hoped you would ask)

🫧Bakes cookies for you periodically too. Wears an apron like an idiot

🫧Big fan of black ankle boots

🫧Black skinny cut jeans + ankle boots for casual fits and black straight leg dress pants + ankle boots for regular looks

🫧Bracelets are his favorite accessory

🫧Wears slippers for sure. He’s clean asf they are his house shoes the outside shoes are taken off immediately (but you already know that)

🫧When he’s comfy he wears a tan cardigan that he calls his “house coat”

🫧His teeth are crooked and overlapping (maybe even a little snaggle canine tooth too) that’s part of why he doesn’t like to smile

🫧They are probably a little stained from his tea too. He keeps whitening strips under his bathroom sink

🫧Big fan of those little travel toothbrushes with the predispenced toothpaste

🫧He really likes milk chocolate but pretends to prefer dark for image sake

🫧Tbh feminist. He knows how men can be therefore he supports women’s rights and wrongs

🫧(Not AU) has stretch marks on his biceps and thighs from how fast he built muscle when he got ahold of odm gear

🫧*Also has them on his lower back from staggered and rapid growth spurts due to food insecurity

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married life with levi (modern au)

tags! levi x reader, slight fem reader, lightly suggestive, modern au, married

- There's a stark difference from when Levi talks to anyone and then you. Its almost like he switches modes whenever it comes to you and if anyone catches this, they’re shocked. To others Levi will keep up with his stoic demeanor, menacing glares, rude attitude, and his snarky remarks. But with you he’s much more gentle, sweeter, and lovingly-playful. He’ll sometimes speak so softly to you it'll make you question whether it really is Levi speaking.

-He’s definitely hurt you before with his attitude, especially with all his walls secluding himself from everyone. Its taken a turn when he realizes he adores you and he can’t bear to treat you with the same shitty behavior as everyone else. Especially when all you do is just love him and appreciate him for all his broken and rawness. To him, you’re above all. (He also just can’t deal with the guilt of shrouding those loving eyes with sadness and to leave you with a pout.)

- This man COOKS and CLEANS. Straight up male-wife material. Doesn’t matter if you leave a small cluttered mess of garbage on the table or if you dirty a dish. He’ll clean it up with no words (and cause at-least he’ll have something to clean up). He’ll also be up in the morning, cooking pancakes with tea or he’ll make you guys dinner especially if you're tired. Also this man straight up refuses to let you wash the dishes sometimes, he’ll straight up drag you away with ease just so he can do it.

- He won’t admit it but its pretty obvious, he secretly likes it when you act like a brat. When you tease him about something silly just to get on his nerves or when he tells you to do something and you profusely refuse his request just out of spite. He loves the dynamic of him being the dominant type and you being the spoiled brat. And despite the negative connotation that comes with the nickname, he uses it lovingly towards you.

-He’s overprotective, rightfully so. He always wants to know where you are going or where you are, he even calls you once in a while just to check up on you. This man just worries with his heart and soul for you, He's been through the dirt of the world and knows every bit of nasty ugly of it. Also he probably hates it when you party with your friends out late, he probably demands to know every being at the party and will also pick you up early from it.

-Loves to watch you get dressed and undressed, its his own little show just for him. Even if its not sexual he'll just stare at your form and admire your beauty, then when you catch him staring he'll try and act like he wasn't admiring you. You even brought it up how much he likes to watch you take your clothes off and he smiled at that, not even trying to deny it. While on that topic, he likes to watch you try on outfits in front of him. He'll take a chair or sit on the couch while you reveal the outfit you bought at the mall to him, again, all just cause he can't get enough of your beauty.

author note! i love how when i get to writing i cant think of anything but just before i had so many headcanons, so i just tried to write what was off the top of my head. Again, don't mind the awful grammar :( and i'll have some more headcanons or a fic of him coming soon.

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So Come Back To Me

Smau: in which you go out for a walk after a really rough argument Warnings: angsty, a little funny at parts, hurt with comfort, not proofread Featuring: Gojo, Geto, Choso, Toji, Nanami, Sukuna, Ino, Shiu, Hiromi

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Your What?

In which you prank the jjk men by introducing them as your 'current boyfriend' to your friend (based on the TikTok trend)

Satoru gasps. He actually gasps. Clutches his pearls too. Lifting his blindfold off one eye, he stares down at you with a disbelieving smile. “Excuse me? ‘Current boyfriend?’ Hello?”

Innocently, you ask, “What’s wrong, Satoru?”

“Everything! Everything is wrong. What do you mean, ‘current boyfriend?’ Do you have another incredibly handsome, incredibly charming, rich and strong man lined up?” He turns to your friend, smushing a hand to your face when you try to argue, and plasters a painfully tight smile on his face. “Hi, I’m her only boyfriend. I’m her forever boyfriend, actually, so ignore her. She’s just hangry. You know how yappy she gets. Like a puppy. Here girl! Sit!”

He evades your smacks with obnoxious chortles. 

“Bad! Bad girl! 

Suguru's smile doesn’t falter. In fact, you don’t even think he registered what you said until he slips something into his conversation with your friend that has you blinking like a cartoon character with how smoothly it leaves his lips: “Yes, my current girlfriend and I will be leaving for the weekend to get a break from the noise of the city.”

You tug on his sleeve with a pout. He ignores you. And keeps ignoring you until you’re home and both walking in under a funny little silence – you regretting even trying with Suguru and him feeling pretty smug, you can imagine. 

Then, when you’re close to begging for him to forgive you, his smile widens dangerously and you find yourself being backed into a corner by his looming figure. “Did my current girlfriend learn her lesson? Hmm? Judging by your pretty smile, that’s a no. It’s alright. I’ll teach you myself.”

Choso doesn’t even register what you said. He just gives a half nod to your friend before staring off into the distance, standing like a dark cloud of grungy gloom behind you. As always, he’s in his own world, counting down the seconds until you’re done and he can have you all to himself. It’s really only minutes after you say bye to your friend and you’re both on your way that he frowns. 

“Did you call me your ‘current boyfriend?’ Why? Doesn’t that imply you’re going to have another one? Like, you’re going to break up with me? Why would you say that? Did I make you mad? Are you going to break up with me? Hey! Why would you call me your ‘current boyfriend?’”

Doesn’t stop asking for hours, even after you’ve explained it’s a prank. Really doesn’t see what’s so funny. 

Toji scoffs. He takes a gulp of his beer and pays your cheesy grin no mind. Making a mental note to not give you the satisfaction of a reaction, he just lets you yap to your friend about where you met and how long you two have been together. Truthfully, the silence only spells trouble for you. With every second that passes he comes up with another way to get it into your head that he’s too tired to play games. 

Eventually, his patience runs out and you find yourself being pulled away by a beefy arm of his. You’re pinned against the brick wall of a back alley. Toji grunts. “Current boyfriend, huh. You think you’re funny, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I do, actually. I’m the funniest.”

Scarred lip curving, he presses a kiss to your lips. “Get on your knees; you can try saying that again with a mouthful of my cock.”

Kento doesn’t blink nor falter. Instead, he greets your friend and converses like normal, asking all the right questions and charming them with his polite maturity. You’re almost disappointed with his lack of a reaction, until a firm hand of his slides across your back and lands on your hip, squeezing for comfort. It’s enough to know he heard you, you suppose.

Despite that, in the car, you question him. “You don’t care that I called you my current boyfriend, Ken? It was just a joke but still…”

“You’re not exactly wrong, my love. I am currently your boyfriend. That’s the stage before husband, no?”

“Yeah, I guess so – hey…wait! Are you going to propose? Hey! Kento, answer me!”

Sukuna stills. There’s a sudden chill in the air, one that bites at your skin like icey flames. Slowly, he turns to you, neck creaking like a supervillain with a cat. Regret fills you, so does dread. “Current…boyfriend…”

You laugh nervously, giving your friend the signal to leave. “Listen, heh, that was just a joke, okay? It’s a funny ha ha.”

“Ha. Ha.” Your neck is gripped by a large hand of his, keeping you in place so he can sneer in your face. “Do not debase me with such a flimsy label. I am your master, your lord, your great, merciful king. And you are my everything. Don’t sell yourself short with such a label. Aim for more, you pitiful little thing. Take it all.”

Confused, you don’t bother following up. His sinister tone, though spouting romantic words, leave you feeling a little restless. Indubitably, anger courses through his voice and it’s unsettling. When you see him glaring at the direction your friend ran towards, you sigh. Texting your friend to move houses won’t be enough; you’ll have to placate the moody king for a while until the momentary embarrassment is erased from his mind. Whenever that is.