#drabble or ramble who knows

[aesthetictarlos]

Sometimes Tommy has trouble falling asleep because his thoughts are too loud and he can't silence them.

The first time it happens when Evan stays the night, he tries to act like nothing's bothering him. Except that Evan is right there and can sense how tense and restless he is, so when he asks... Tommy tells him the truth. Evan, kind, sweet Evan, asks how he can help and Tommy doesn't really know because he never had anyone who would want to help but he likes Evan's voice so he asks him to just... talk. Evan does as he's been told and starts telling him random facts, his voice soothing and steady and so calm that Tommy eventually falls asleep.

It becomes a habit. Every time Tommy has trouble falling asleep, Evan holds him and talks to him. It's not always only random facts, sometimes he tells him about his past travels, and sometimes he talks about the latest documentary or tv shows he watched.

The first time Tommy finds himself restless and squirmy in his bed, at 3am, after the break up, he tries to close his eyes and imagine Evan's voice. He still remembers it perfectly, but it's not the same. He plays all the voice messages Evan has sent him, but it doesn't work. He's desperate, he had a tiring shift and he needs to sleep but he can't, they had a rough call and he's feeling scraped raw so he grabs his phone and stares at Evan's name and eventually presses the call button, holding his breath as he waits. When Evan's worried voice comes into his ear, he exhales a shuddered breath and nearly cries, telling him that he's sorry and that he knows he shouldn't be calling but he just needs to hear a random fact or two, because he can't sleep and he needs to and he misses him, his voice, his fingers in his hair.

Evan starts talking, no questions asked, voice soothing and calm as always, and Tommy starts to drift off, lulled by Evan's words.

[deviouz]

Just bc your fat dont mean you gotta say the characters are gonna like that... Satoru def wont like fat bitches, hed prob be into models😂yall are so delulu

not only are you horrendous with your grammar and punctuation, but you also lack intelligence! for the love of god, pick a struggle. it’s just kind of sad at this point, nonnie ): go touch some grass and stop trying to police other people’s personal headcanons on fictional characters.

as far as i am concerned, every character i write for is into “fat bitches” because i said so!

some of you jjk “fans” are genuinely so embarrassing.

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

… bro.. that is the most well characterized and most beautiful Knuckles fic I have ever read, oh, my god….. bro

Bro???? Bro???? Fr???? |;A;/ OUGH THANK YOU? I’M GLAD YOU THINK SO

[cupcakewebkinz]

Uppies!!

(Gang help I'm so obsessed with writing these short fluff drabbles today)

♡ Sprout finally learns how nice it is to be held because he finally gets picked up by someone who isn't shorter than him... And actually enjoys it a bit lol ♡

ʚɞ Caretaker Shanon au - and it's weird sideplot of Caretaker Sam - is mine! ʚɞ

✿ Come here @soupiestzilla you deserve more fluff ✿

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Sprout just sighed as he slumped down onto the spot he always sat in on the couch, worn out from baking. He had made a ton of cookies, in a lot of different flavors, for a charity cookie sale going on soon in Sam's cafe and was incredibly worn out now. Cosmo soon flopped down beside him, having helped with everything and was exhausted too. Sprout just gently pet his head a little, closing his eyes to nap.

"Dude we did so much work today... I hope Sam appreciates it..." Sprout mumbled, getting just a tired little "Mhm" in reply. The two just rested, silent and peaceful, until Sam walked back in.

"Hey boys, thanks for all the work y'all did while I was handling stuff outside of work, I appreciate it. I do wanna know something if that's okay." Sam said, making the two sit up. They just motioned for Sprout to come over, so he slowly got up and tiredly walked over, looking up at them. Sam gasped.

"I am just tall enough... Lemme try somethin, kid."

"I'm an adult-"

"I don't give a shit, you're my son now." Sam stated firmly before they carefully picked him up, then held him on their side like a toddler. They immediately were laughing, surprised that actually worked, while Sprout was TERRIFIED, shaking as he clung to them. Until... He realized how comfortable it actually was, and put his head on their shoulder, eyes huge in fear and curiousity.

"Uhm... What are you doing..?" He asked, scared to know but also really okay with this. Sam stared at him, not at all believing he didn't know what they were doing, until it was pretty obvious he... Wasn't kidding. He genuinely didn't know.

"Oh, uh, when I was a kid, I called it an uppy, but I'm sure it's just being he-"

"Can I have more uppies?" Sprout suddenly asked, serious. Sam tried so hard not to laugh more, but that absolutely serious look on his face made them crack up as they pulled him closer.

"Sure kid, sure. I'll carry you more often." They agreed, watching as the berry just made himself more comfortable against them before yawning and soon dozing off. Cosmo was just as humored though, as he was a giggling disaster at the sight.

"Out of every toon, he was the one I'd least expect to like being held." Cosmo admitted, getting a nod in agreement from Sam as they adjusted him a little.

"Yeah same, I thought he'd kill me, I guess not. Maybe all toons secretly just wanted to be taken care of after all... Anyways, what movie did you want to watch? We're obviously not going to be able to do anything so... Might as well watch something, ya know?" Sam asked as they just sat down in Sprout's spot, though they didn't get a reply, as Cosmo just snuggled right up on their other side and was fast asleep in no time. Sam just chuckled at that and pulled them both close, rubbing their backs as they napped, closing their eyes as they relaxed.

"I guess this is what parenting is... No wonder why Shanon loves this. I shoulda snatched them up sooner..." They mumbled, then paused and sat up.

"Wait you two remembered the oven right-?"

"Mhm... I did..." Cosmo mumbled, making Sam sigh as they went back to resting, pulling the half awake sweet roll closer to them.

"Thanks kid... I love you two."

"We love you too..." Cosmo whispered before he dozed right back off. Sam just rested with the two snug on either side of them, grateful for a break from the stressful life of running a business. They didn't turn on the TV, or anything, they just listened to the two's gentle breathing and the rain pouring outside. Sam would never admit it - but it was perfect. Their little family was perfect, they loved those two way more than they'd ever be able to say. They also hoped these cuddle sessions would become a common thing... But for right now, they just took it all in, even if they were still worried the oven was on. Don't fret though, it's off.

[fishyvamp]

This would happen way way further down the line in the fae!AU timeline. Just thinking about Fae!Huntress somehow she and Little Cub get a kit of their own just this small little thing that somehow looks exactly like the perfect mix of you and her. the rabbit Fae picking the child up by the scruff to show the other Faeries she's close to:

Fae!Trapper couldn't give a shit (a lie), kids are a hassle, and he's like 70-80% sure he'd be a shit dad. Most fae are anyways, but his father in life wasn't great either. No guarantees that wouldn't bleed through. Though his husband does look kid of cute holding the small kit. Nope, kids are a hassle the kit you and Fae!Huntress made isn't going to change his mind.

Fae!Hillbilly gushing over the little kit talking about wanting pups of his own to complete his family. Bug just shooting Little cub an annoyed look mouthing "god no". They're only just now adjusting to the fact that the dog they adopted a year ago is actually a fully grown man.

Fae!Wraith wondering if kids would be smart for him and Jinx. Knowing their luck they'd end up either with no kids or triplets if they tried. The sleepless nights, the endless tantrums, and there is still the lingering question of wether or not that luck is hereditary. Does he really want to risk being around that many black holes of luck? Nope not ready yet, but the kid is cute and he's happy to see Huntress so proud of the baby girl she's somehow made.

Fae!Executioner for just a moment pictures rat with a pup and promptly shoves that thought as far out of his mind knowing that whatever would come out of the unholy union of him and Rat would be a menace not just to him, but to the community as a whole. He's content to see Rat cooing at the child talking about the mischief they want to get up to with the kit once she can walk.

Fae!Ghostface sees all the fuss, he isn't allowed around the kit because huntress still wants him dead, but he fantasizes about giving sprig another little sapling all the same. His body all warm and fuzzy just imagining making Oak a big brother. Ghostface mentally wondering if he should get all of him involved keep sprig nice and filled. Yeah, that sounds like the perfect Idea for the Fae of many faces. Somewhere sprig is filled with a sense of dread already feeling his body aching knowing someone is having nasty thoughts they shouldn't be thinking.

[alienglowgarden]

Watching endless movies on the projector, the two of you develop an inside joke- Tarkovsky must have secretly been a gardener too. The first time Sol shows him their namesake, Solaris, he is struck by the immaculate beauty, pinnacle of aesthetic composition the world of Tarkovsky's film is. It sets an impossible standard that in a real three dimensional space Sym cannot reach. For a good decade all he can think of is Stalker. By year 6 Vertigo Valley skews more green than fuchsia. For months his work barely moves a single square meter, as he works every angle into mise en place.

I was so funny for this [drabbles and quick idea scrawlings I never posted]

nother sym sol bit. Never wrote out how they come to the conclusion but rest assured there was a path I followed here. It makes sense ok. Philosophy is cool. similar line of thought as that one tumblr post that extrapolates "The default way for something to taste is good. When something tastes good we say "tasty" reinforcing that connection," and what that means for our understanding of morals. From that which is in abundance on vertumna, in the values the gardeners hold, one can make a comparative moral good and evil, which would differ from one borne of human culture. And Sym unfortunately falls squarely on the bad side. Lucky for the brand new invasive species tho.

“You're Evil.” You conclude chuckling as you speak out loud the logic of Gardener morality. “By their standards, you're immoral.” Sym doesn't seem to take it as lightly. “Let’s not talk about this, sugarbug.” That takes you aback. Its the first time something has truly been off the table like this. He’d always said it in a playful tone, directed the conversation to another topic. Here, his eyes were pleading with you to drop it.  You delight in this, knowing his cursed existence mirrors yours so neatly. But it seems you are the only one to see it as such. You find the idea funny in that self-deprecating, ironic kind of way. That "All you can do is laugh, right?" way. But maybe you're alone in this. Maybe you're the wicked dolphin in a sea of beautiful, morally upright sharks with no higher brain function to be capable of intentional cruelty. You think you are this on some cosmic scale, because your brains dipped halfway into another dimension of reality, while all the others still exist in just the three. 

Oh I found the bit abt the green!

When Sym announces that Sol has stopped wearing green, Sol's mothers face tightens, her eyes narrowed, Marz hms indignantly and puts a finger to her chin, Tangent cocks her head to the side and Anemone has no idea what this statement is supposed to evoke in her. Amidst the group of Sols closest friends, she feels stupid for not knowing the answer. Weren't they close once? Weren't they like brothers? It wasn't even so long ago that Anemone still felt close to Sol. She knew them where it mattered, she had thought. Sol, just like Anemone, meant to keep their colony safe at any cost. It wasn't so long ago that they stood side by side with their rifles drawn, watching each others backs. More than anything, the hurt inside Anemone was from the simple fact that she could not protect Sol from this now. Whatever this was. Was green a good sign or a bad one?

the idea being Sol -in line w stuff like insisting people call the xenos "animals" and reminding people that this planet is their home and not some hostile alien prison- very publicly expunges green from their wardrobe to further drive that same point: Vertumna is their home, not the Earth they never experienced. Against their mothers aggressive hostility toward the native plants, they shed what she has stubbornly held onto, they let it go and embrace what is around them. The things that wish to grow. Bit of a political performance piece to make the people around them think abt it. Which also unfortunately Flulu takes as a grave personal insult <3

This works in concert with the drabble of Sols self-exile to the sea, something predating that slightly, perhaps.

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heres a gushy one. solsym ofc.

Sol admits love is a terrifying concept. There is a fear that among their own kind, it will never be enough. Will they be able to finish their work, be capable of carrying out the work that must be done? How will it change them, them for whom the worst part is the change. The unknowable them, a variable they don't have an answer for. It makes their anxiety spike. They often think it is the wrong choice to love someone. To love Sym. Sym hums, quiet and contemplative for a moment, then murmurs 'I know how you feel." He has embraced all the same follies for Sol. Had to grapple with the same thoughts of how it changed who he was fundamentally, beginning with this body. "Sol, you are such a magnificent human being. I have never met anyone quite like you. When I am with you, it feels… Like I'm witnessing history. Just the movement of your hand captivates and stills my heart, for it might usher in something never before seen. You alone possess such a unique understanding of the vision. For all my fear of how you cloud my judgement, I am dazzled several magnitudes more by what you bring to my life. Be glad, my love, for I trust you implicitly. Do not fear change inside yourself. Think of yourself as an experience, not a hard defined point of identity. It is the truest name for it I have come to know in all of my time as Gardener. Come, experience it with me," he extends his hand to them, a gentle smile opening up his whole face as he looks to Sol with such utter devotion, it stops their brain in its tracks. As if in a daze, they reach forward and intertwine their fingers with his, only conscious of the sound of friction as their palms graze against each other. Only the physical sensations at the forefront of their brain, overwhelming the whole of their thoughts.

Also had this ol thing w Sol post saving Tammy n always trying to raise her confidence route.

Sometimes you think maybe Tammy knows something. Wrapped up in her sad unsure speeches there is an inkling of understanding. Does she know? Does she feel it too? On some smaller scale, but... Does she know she shouldn't be alive? You wonder if being saved by you changes them somehow. You spend your childhood talking more to the adults than to your own peers in an effort to deduce some sort of tell, a connection, wondering if you've made them "stuck" too. You think this is the most callous version of yourself. This burning question has hardened you to trivial experiences. To the simplicity of joy. Its just like Tagent said- You're in the swamp, calculating in your head once again if Vace is more useful to the colony alive or dead. You think you see him, here and there: Sym. It had hurt, but you'd stayed away for as long as you could. Tammy, you should have been fearless, you should have realized you had cheated death and nothing could ever touch you again. Not as long as Sol lived.

[nina-ya]

I FINISHED LAW SMUT

[eebie]

i cant keep it hidden any longer

[mochabonesblog]

Imagine being bills mum for a sec. this weird old white dude (sorry I love you!) follows her around for about 6 months taking photos of her and refusing to say why but insisting it's very, very important and photos can endure, can be windows into past lives, memories for other people, and sometimes you when you're feeling a bit foggy.

then he tells you not to think about that too much because it's making you all frowny and existential which is not a bad way to be, thinking is always a good idea but you need a bit of joy and contentment in your memories don't you? you don't want people to think you're always unhappy because believe him, he has that problem all the time- people thinking hes always a miserable sod- its the eyebrows, he says, they seem to be always angry about something but in 4 billion years they've never let him know what they're angry about, which is ridiculous isn't it? they're HIS eyebrows he should be able to dictate their level of anger but sometimes you get faces like that don't you? oh he supposes you don't but you don't have to worry about that, you have kind eyebrows, so you don't want them to worry by making them frown all the time, what? oh yes sorry you can stop smiling now the camera ran out of film. What? five minutes ago why?

Oh you DO have angry eyebrows.

[hallowed-nebulae]

Writing Accountability

I've seen a couple other people doing this so, wanted to get in on it I guess? Ahaha. . . I want to use this blog more for writing and art again, so, if i have to make it a semi-writeblr, then so be it I guess!

Anyways -- word count is 2,306/300 so far for today

Working on a prequel chapter that was supposed to be short but then. uh. nope. (and i still have the entire other half to write, too. . .)

(The WIP in question is for my Red Scales verse, a RWBY au where Ruby Rose, and her mother, are Wyrms! loosely inspired by the prince lindworm tale. loosely.) A snippet of it is below the cut!

This woman and her husband had tried for many years to have children, but they had never managed. And the woman sought out a doctor, and the woman learned that she was barren, and could never have children of her own blood. And the woman thanked the doctor, and went back to her home and her husband. And the woman tried to be happy, but in the back of her mind, she still wanted for a child. One day, while the woman was wandering, she meets a Witch. And we know that the Witch was a witch, for her skin was as pale as snow, and her hair was as pale as undyed silk, and her eyes were red as blood dropped onto coals, and she was youthful in a way that normal women are not. And the Witch saw the sadness in the woman's eyes, and stopped her. "Wherefore art thou saddened, maiden?" Asked the Witch, for she was an old witch, despite her unnatural youth, and she still spoke in the way of many many years ago. "I am saddened," said the woman, "because I wish to have children, but am barren." The Witch saw the truth in the woman's words, and though she was old, and her heart had grown bitter, the Witch sympathized with the woman. "I, too, had wanted children." The Witch said. "I shall aid thou in thy plight." "On this riverbank, there growest a rosebush." The Witch said. "When the roses bloom, there shall be blooms of red and of silver. If thou dost want a girl, thou must consume a silver flower. If thou dost want a boy, thou must consume a red flower. But never," warned the Witch, "consume more than one flower, for the flowers are of magic, and thy body is suited not for holding such magic." "How can I believe you?" Asked the woman, though secretly, her heart swelled with hope. "Magic is not real." For though the Witch looked like a witch, the woman was still doubtful. At this, the Witch raised her hands and brought forth a small storm in her palms. "I am a Witch, and I am of magic." She said. "Doubt me not, dear maiden, and do as I have said, and thy troubles shall be eased." And so, trusting the Witch, the woman parted ways. And on the next day, the woman went down to the riverbank, and found the rosebush. The buds had not yet bloomed, and so the woman went each day, to check whether they had. And after many days, the woman arrived at the bush to see a most wondrous sight, for all of the roses had bloomed. And just as the Witch had said, there were silver and red roses on the bush.

[secret-third-thing]

the long fic ideas aren't budging tonight. any drabble requests? i'm capping myself at 500 words. 1000 if I can't help myself.

uhhhhhh i guess no content limits until i discover something. also ngl i know yall like smut but it will take 3x as long for me to write those. not saying you can't submit those, but the turn around is gonna be evil

[likesunsetorange]

When he finally knocks how she wears certain sets with the intention of getting him to notice just for her to get embarrassed when he starts playing along and doesn’t try to hide his looking 🤭

THESE PAJAMAS!!!!!!!!!!!! why are these in particular such a pivotal thing in this au like???

but anyways fuck it drabble rahhh 🦅🦅🦅🦅 is this my drabble emoji bat signal lmao??? anyways whatever here we go!! ended up being a lil diff but i think it kinda fits the realm of what you said hehe bc i def agree he’d eventually just stop trying to hide his staring all together he’s just so brazen w it lol

ALSO HBD EREN 🥳🥳🥳

(also if u ever notice it takes me comically long to reply to your ask even tho im answering others more than likely this is probably why haha)

Eren is enjoying this shift in their dynamic more than he likes to admit—more than he's proud to admit. Going from yelling at one another, hardly even getting along, to whatever he can say they do now, a mostly amicable and peaceful dynamic within their shared space, it's nice. But aside from that, he can't say he doesn't enjoy watching Mikasa, the Mikasa who was once a constant 66 inches of never ending rage and bitchy remarks, be absolutely flustered at the smallest things.

At first, he couldn't quite pinpoint that Mikasa of all people, could possess feelings of shyness. She could bitch him around with no issue—she'd spent months doing exactly that, teetering along the lines of verbal abuse. But now that they've made amends, establishing a friendship of the sorts, and things between them have shifted to say the least, Eren can't say that he doesn't enjoy watching Mikasa fret.

The first time he notices it, he thinks it's just because of her pride. After months of being aggressive towards him, of course she's a bit hesitant at being amicable. She moves around him hesitantly, almost like a cat, coming around randomly, sometimes more than others, but it's always with a level of hesitancy behind it. It's then he hears her stutter for the first time, her words lacking their usual confidence, as she shyly stalks around him while he makes dinner until she musters up the courage to ask to help him.

Eventually, as time goes on, Eren finds that he enjoys her company. For one, Mikasa is funny (to his great surprise) and someone he finds easy to talk to, the two of them having a lot more in common than he would have ever expected. They can spend hours talking about nonsense, ranging from the shows they watch to their favorite foods, the two of them having very passionate opinions on food. h

There's also the reason that it's Mikasa, and well, she's an objectively attractive girl, something he's known since the first day he met her. And even though he tries hard to keep those thoughts locked tightly away, he can't deny that sometimes they resurface, and he finds himself staring a little harder than he'd like to admit.

He would be foolish to deny her other worldly attractiveness, and sometimes he hates that he feels a little smug, a little bit too satisfied, the way he enjoys that he’s the only one who’s constantly around her. While he’s had enough insults thrown at it him to last a lifetime, and reached levels of anger he’d like to never reach again, he also gets glimpses of her at every hour of the day, which as much as he hates to admit, makes up for it somehow.

Pretty, pretty Mikasa, with her perfectly picked outfits, not a hair out of place, and at night who parades around in her silken pajamas, something Eren’s found himself growing fond of. Every night waiting for her to trail into the living room or kitchen, so he can get his one quick glimpse, the moment he allows himself to let his thoughts run rampant before he tucks them back away.

Through his observations, when he’s not just ogling her, he also notices the way, at times, she randomly shuts down, her face scrunching up, Mikasa sometimes running off to her room suddenly at the mention of certain things, if she suddenly feels embarrassed, or if Eren accidentally lets his touch linger for too long for reasons at the time Eren couldn't quite pinpoint.

Sometimes, he thinks she may have noticed his staring, in the way that she’ll get shy if she catches him looking too long, her face flushing red at the sudden contact. But Eren is almost certain though, that she pays attention, taking note of what exactly he's staring at.

Because one day, when Mikasa somehow convinced him to share shots of soju with her, leaving Eren more loose and lax than he ever liked to be, it was then that she takes his wavering glances into consideration.

There's an almost empty glass bottle of peach soju between them sitting on her coffee table, the two of them sitting on the floor in front of it in her living room. The TV is playing some random romcom Mikasa somehow convinced him to watch, but if Eren's being honest, he hasn't been paying attention since the second shot she made him take, too busy allowing his mind to venture elsewhere—Mikasa. He finds himself trying not to stare, but he's sure his eyes keep drifting back towards her, fitted in her black silken pajamas, hair pulled back with a pink velvet headband—she's cute, he thinks—his hand resting on his head shifting in her direction, almost like a gravitational pull.

"Eren," Mikasa says, snapping him out of his thoughts. "You okay?" She asks, stiffling a laugh. "You've been staring for a minute now."

"Oh," he says, trying not to show any signs of embarassment. "I was just thinking, I guess."

"Are you a lightweight?" She asks teasingly, taking note of how his eyelids look heavy and his face a bit flushed. "I think you're way too big to be a lightweight, Eren."

"'m not a lightweight, just tired," he says trying to make excuses.

She quirks her brow, clearly not believing his lie. "Well, either way, you're staring into space. Are you staring at the wall or something?"

And maybe it was because of his lack of a filter due to the alcohol; he simply shrugs, casually replying: "Oh, I was looking at your pajamas—you never wear black ones like that—thought they looked nice," too busy in his own head to notice the redness that flashes across Mikasa's face before she whipped her head in the other direction, resuming her attention to the movie.

It's after this that Eren notices the usual colorful and pastel pajamas are traded out for an array of darker ones. At first, it's subtle, almost to where he doesn't notice, but then it becomes more apparent, to the point where he's almost certain she's seeking out his glances, lingering around just a little longer, wearing the ones that are just a little tighter, just a little shorter.

And Eren certainly doesn’t mind, but he isn’t sure if it’s because the attraction he has for her is a mutual thing, or if Mikasa just enjoys his attention, but knowing her, he’s almost positive it’s probably the latter, Mikasa always one to enjoy riling him up, and apparently now, in other ways, sincethey’re amicable.

But if it’s attention that she wants, then Eren doesn’t mind giving it to her—especially since it doesn’t seem all that surprising given her bratty nature—so he does exactly that.

Eren goes about his normal day, Mikasa for once, opting to stay home, locking herself in her room, with claims of a headache, not wanting to be bothered. He takes out Caro, runs a few errands, and even goes for a run, knowing eventually she’ll stumble into him at some point, as she always does.

The day transitions into evening, still no signs of Mikasa, which surprises him given she normally comes out to at least make dinner, but even after 8:00, once Eren’s finished making dinner and even cleaning up, there’s still no sign of her.

He takes this as a sign to go check on her, even bothering to bring her a bowl of ziti, her—their—favorite, assuming she hasn’t eaten since he has yet to see her step out of her room all day.

Eren knocks on her door, waiting for a response. He can hear the shuffling of her feet behind the door, and he’s certain he even hears Caro bark at some point, realizing that’s where she disappeared to a while ago. Finally after a few minutes, the door swings open, the sight of Mikasa taught in a black satin robe, her hair messily tied into a bun on the top of her head, and her face, usually glowy, looks tired and almost a little as if she’s visibly in pain.

“Hey…” Eren starts, taking her in. Her satin robe leaves little to the imagination, Eren’s eyes trail down longer than he normally would’ve in such close proximity to her, but Mikasa’s clearly too distraught to notice. His mind ventures to the place of what exactly she has beneath it, before he remembers why he came to her room in the first place, snapping himself out of his thoughts. “Haven’t seen you all day, brought you dinner—figured you hadn’t eaten,” he continues, nodding towards the plate in his hand.

Mikasa opens the door wider, gesturing for him to come inside, “Sorry, I haven’t been feeling all that great,” she replies quietly. Eren takes note of her dark room, save for one tiny light in the opposite corner, Caro sits at the foot of her bed, her head perching up at the sight of Eren. Mikasa resumes her place on her bed, Eren placing her plate on her desk before leaning against the wall. “Thanks for the food, I haven’t even gotten the chance to leave my room today; my migraine’s barely started to let up just now,” she says motioning towards the bed. “Caro’s kept me company for the last few hours though,” she adds, a small smile on her face.

“I thought you just had a headache?” His brows furrow, a bit of guilt starting to fill within him, knowing he would’ve asked if she needed anything earlier had he know it was that bad.

“Headache, migraine—most people just think they’re the same anyways,” she shrugs. “I don’t get them often and they’re not that bad, just have to sleep it off usually.”

“Are you feeling better now at least?”

“I am, but I should probably eat, I haven’t eaten all day, so thank you,” she replies before getting up to grab the plate he made her, her face lights up when she notices he made ziti. “You made baked ziti,” she exclaims, before taking a bite, humming in delight.

“Mhmm,” he hums in agreeance, eyeing her. Pretty, pretty Mikasa, with her sweet expressions, her out of this world beauty, and her silly little pajamas that always drive him insane. He watches as she eats her meal, too busy enjoying to notice his staring at first until she catches his gaze.

“Is something wrong?” She asks. “You’re staring.”

Eren gives her one over before he shrugs, standing up to get up to leave. “Nothing’s wrong, just looking. But feel better, I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Oh, okay. Well goodnight, thanks again for the food and stuff,” she replies meekly.

He walks towards the door opening it, turning back one more time before he leaves. “Oh and I like the robe, it’s cute. You should wear it more—especially like all the other black ones.”

Eren doesn’t have to turn to face her to know that her face is red, clearly knowing her little ruse is up.

[enough-spider-noir-stuff]

so what i've gathered is aroace spider noir. hell yeah

[mushroompollution]

real talk, this story arc could have been like 3 chapters shorter if Jack's memories just played straight instead of jumping back and forth and revisiting the same scenes 18 times

[mad-c1oud]

hmmmmmm guapotrio mmmmmmh

[animnightmare]

I want a romance with somone who sacrifices everything and I think at this point I'll have to settle for being that person myself.