#rosie and isabelle were there

[goldenpinof]

Dan got hit on at the nightclub

[theflyindutchwoman]

The UC storyline is something that has been looming over Tim & Lucy for a while now. So it's passed time that we deal with this conflict. And with Tim being confronted by both his past (with Isabel) and his present/future (with Lucy confiding about her fears for him), we are finally getting to the elephant in the room. Because Tim can no longer stay in denial about this. And because Lucy is getting at a crossroad where she has to make a decision regarding her future in UC. And this is what I want to discuss about… to try to see things from her perspective.

Because that's the thing : she loves going undercover. We might not understand why, but she does. And this - finding a career that she loves - is something she has been struggling for years. She said so herself, she has tried many things before. She loves being a cop, particularly going undercover and now that she knows that, it's understandable that she is going to want to hold on to it. And not only does she love it… She's also really good at it! To the point that she is getting noticed. UC is the first (and only) division that went to actively seek her out and try to recruit her. Add to that layer her relationship with her parents, who have been trying to discourage her in the past, and it's not that hard to understand how good it must feel for her to finally find something she loves and to be encouraged to pursue. And that's where she keeps receiving mixed messages.

Because yes, she saw how UC could go wrong and destroy lives. Isabel, Nyla, Mack… She saw and heard the tales. And yet, her mentor is Nyla. Who always kept it real but has never tried to deter her either, whose very first advice was to simply be better than her. And Angela. We may not have seen it directly, but it is implied that she is encouraging her choice by helping her become a detective, despite seeing what happened with Isabel. And let's not forget Tim here. Who's probably her biggest supporter right now despite his own baggage. Who pushed her to go to UC school when she had reservations. Who told her they were worth the risk, knowing she was very well on her way of becoming an undercover agent. Even Tamara looked thrilled for her when she came back from Sacramento. So if all of these people, with all their bad experiences, keep believing in her and pushing her towards UC, why should she drop it?

But most importantly : she never dismissed these cautionary tales. At no point did she ever tried to imply she was better than them. She is simply trying to learn from them. Which incidentally, was the topic of Nyla's class, the one that Lucy was trying to listen discreetly. Let's take a look at her recent behaviour : according to Noah, she could have done more UC ops. Yet she hasn't. The second she had the chance to talk to Isabel alone, she immediately asked her about her own experience. These are the actions of someone who is being cautious and taking it all in before making a decision. She even acknowledged that she never experienced long missions which shows she has at least some self-awareness. She understands that she still doesn't fully know what this life would entail. It's one thing to hear it, it's another to live it. She's still at the beginning of her career, where everything is a bit rosy. She just needs to find her own way. I'm not really comfortable with the idea that she needs to be punished for her choice by getting hurt or getting someone seriously hurt. It's too close to the idea that women need to be punished or humbled for being ambitious and that's a big no from me. Besides, she has been hurt in the job before and she's still doing it. She simply needs to experience a longer mission, with its ups and downs, to see if she really likes it, if that can be compatible with what she wants in life. And not just experiencing the part of playing a different character this time. But also the separation, the anxiety, the lies and deception, leaving the people you love behind (from her real life… but also the ones she will get attached to from her UC life). This is after all how she found out her previous jobs/studies were not for her : by trying. The catch is she can only experience this by being a full-time undercover agent.

Which is why she opened the door for a conversation with Tim, by letting herself be vulnerable and sharing her fear with him : that her going undercover on long missions might be too much for him. There was no judgement on her part. She was merely trying to be honest and broaching the topic they've been avoiding so far. Because she knows that her actions will impact him. Unfortunately, he wasn't ready to open up just yet and shut that line of thought immediately. But she looked torn on that last scene... she knows he wasn't being honest with her.

And maybe Lucy is lying to herself... Maybe she only thinks she loves undercover because her missions so far have been "easy", with no consequences when her cover got burned. Maybe she feels obligated to follow through because the department believed in her and she doesn't want to let them down. Maybe she hasn't fully consider how it would impact her as well. Maybe. But if that's the case, it's even more imperative that she can talk about it with Tim. Lucy needs to talk things out to process things. And right now that line of communication is not open. Not completely at least. And while Nyla could be a good option, this is still something that she needs to solve with Tim. Especially if they want to build a life together. She needs to hear his feelings, just like he needs to hear hers. I understand that he is in a difficult position : the last thing he wants is to hold her back. But she still deserves to have all the facts. The onus on this does not rest solely on her shoulders.

And this is why I think it was important that they first solidified their relationship before facing their first hurdle. So that they can confront it together.

[based-and-rinpilled]

Richmond ACNH headcanons!

Inspired by this post

Isaac:

-His island is impeccably tidy, not one flower out of place

-Impressive terraforming

-Has all his favorite villagers, most of which are jock or sisterly

-Being Isaac, he has the best custom designs

-5 Star rating obv

Sam:

-His island isn’t as great as Isaac’s, but it’s still top tier

-Lots of little builds here and there

-Great friendships with his villagers

-Recreated the “Believe” sign using custom designs, and the rest of the team have all downloaded it

-Was overjoyed to learn that Isabelle and Doomguy are married

Jamie:

-Scoffed at the idea of playing it at first, but eventually gave in

-He does enjoy it but is still a bit confused on how it works

-He called Isaac at least three times just to ask what miles were

-Island isn’t that decorated, but his house looks pretty nice

-Talks to the villagers out loud

Dani:

-Island is super cluttered, but he doesn’t seem to mind

-Doesn’t hate any villager, even the ugly ones

-But his absolute favorite is Rosie

-Overuses reactions

-He isn’t really going for a theme

Colin:

-No idea what he’s doing (affectionate)

-Has a bunch of weeds, rocks, and branches lying around

-Poor guy has a tendency to get stung by wasps

-Island tune is a Drake song

-He and Micheal visit each other’s islands a lot

BONUS

Roy:

-Gets very invested while playing, brows furrowed and everything

-Hates Tom Nook with a passion, has cursed him at least seven times and that’s being generous

-Little to no decoration

-Like Dani he overuses reactions but mainly the angry ones

-Has raged over fishing (and i cant blame him)

Keeley:

-Adorable island holy shit

-Excellent decoration, she’s going for a pink theme

-Great custom designs

-Most of her villagers are peppy

-Made her and Roy matching outfits

[adrianasunderworld]

Pokemon Au: Isabelles team

Just for fun, because why not?

@mangacupcake @marrondrawsalot @writing-heiress @the-weirdos-mind

Mimikyu:

I've said before that she would have a Mimikyu. A little cutie she found all alone in Ramshackle or some other abandoned building and has had her ever since. Probably has a cute book related nickname like Page.

Houndoom:

Fable the Hellhound, but in Pokemon form. Isabelles loyal canine companion and protector that also loves to be spoiled and pampered.

Umbreon:

Umbreon is the Pokemon she's had the longest. She was given an Eevee as a kid and they were such good friends. And while visiting the Devildom and it's perpetual night, it evolved into Umbreon. His name is Nyx.

Absol:

I feel like thematically, of course Isabelle would take on a pokemon with a terrible rep of being bad luck. She wasn't afraid of Absol, and thus had gained its trust and allowed her to catch it. He's been loyal ever since. His name is Thorn.

Chandelure:

A chandelure she met hanging around the library. At the time she was only a litwick. Isabelle had taken to calling her Wisp, and Wisp enjoyed being around Isabelle and providing light to her reading sessions. They've been together ever since.

Hatterene:

Isabelle stumbled across and caught Hatterene on one of her visits to the forest. Despite being the only non ghost or dark type on the team, Hatterene is by far the scary one of the group, and she knows this and is delighted by it. She answers to the name, Rosie.

Sinistea:

Isabelle isn't quite sure how the young Sinistea ended up in her care, her working theory is, true to the dex entry, that a spirit possessed a piece of her cup collection and became a Sinistea. Or perhaps it was just a lost little creature that had wandered into the house, and ghost types sometimes do. Either way, she has lovingly referred to it as Chip since then. Chip at the moment is not a battle Pokemon and mostly around for companionship.

[sparrowsfallingfromthesky]

In case anyone else was curious, these are all* the names people have given Trent Crimm’s daughter in fanfiction**:

*unless I've missed any **on ao3 as of November 7, 2022 [updates below]

Seraphina/Sera

Emma

Evelyn/Evie

Georgie/Georgina/Georgiana

Leith

Katie

Amina

Genevieve

Sophie

Lola

Mia

Sara

Maisie

Rose/Rosie

Amanda

Olivia

Poppy

Mella

Annalise

Imogen

Samantha

Maud

Edie

Ruby

Annabelle

Willow

Lucy

Maggie [could be nickname for Margaret which will show up later]

Beatrice/Bea

Joanie

Ellie/Eleanor/Elle [later variation: Nellie]

Deliah

Freya

Cressida/Cressy/Chrissy/Cress/Chris (one of the fics using this name also has the middle name Ching-ling)

Drew

Alice

Ophelia/Ofelia/Feeli (one of the fics using this name also has the middle name Clementine)

Lizzie/Elizabeth (one of the fics using this name also has the middle name Tabitha [later addition: another fic has the middle name Jessminder])

Adelaide/Addy

Tabitha/Tabby

Charlotte

Madeleine/Maddy [later variation: Madelyn]

Mabel

Tessa

Clementine

Anna

Khadija

Kendall

Penelope/Penny [later addition: one of the fics using this name also has the middle name Rose]

Simone/Simi

Amelia/Emilia

Rowan

Pia

Lily

Addison

Emily

Octavia

Isabel/Izzy [later variation: Isobel/Issy]

Violet

Kieran

Freddie

Estelle/Estie

Miranda

Flora

Olive

Sibyl

Winifred

Camille

Megan

Jemima

Eloise

Malia

Mina

Isla

Emmeline/Emmy (middle name Nicola)

Thea

Cassie

Some fun facts: - This list is not quite in order of when the first usages of these names appeared, but it's pretty close. - Assuming I caught everything and did the math correctly, Trent's daughter has been mentioned by name in 192 fics! For reference, Trent has been tagged as a character in 395 and does not actually appear in some of those, so she's really named in over 49% of the fics he's in. - Of the approximately 77(!) names used, ~33 have been used in multiple fics (including several series), and ~21 of those have been used by multiple different authors. - Seraphina and Georgie are tied for most usages (18 each) but when it comes to usages by the most authors, Seraphina (probably unsurprisingly, given how many people have been inspired by a kind of dwell and welcome) wins in a landslide with 15.

EDIT March 14 2023 I don't feel like updating the math but here are the new names that have been used since I originally posted this:

Ivy

Rosa

Clara

Eliora Eli Asher (nonbinary in this one)

Persephone

Agatha

Sadia

Lottie [could be a nickname for Charlotte (already on the list) but not necessarily and not clarified as such]

Mira

Karime

Lydia

Billie Rose

One more day to season 3, can't wait to see if we get a confirmed name! Either way, it's been fun <3

EDIT April/May 2023 to add:

Isadora

Molly

Darla

Patricia/Trish

Amaya

Ella

Meg/Margaret

Charlie [again I'm assuming this is a nickname for Charlotte but that's not stated]

Eliza [Could be standalone name or could be nickname for Elizabeth]

Carmilla/Millie

Annie [Could be a nickname for a number of other names. EDIT: One of the two fics using this name just revealed it's a nickname for Cordelia Annabel. Not sure how to count this tbh.]

Frances

Emi

Kara

Ingrid

Astrid

Beth [again this is probably a nickname for Elizabeth]

Claire

Maya

Cindy

Harriet

EDIT after the finale aired (this info also added to a reblog):

Well, it seems we're not getting a canon name! I guess she's our daughter now. I haven't decided whether I'm going to maintain this list going forward (though for my own sanity I'm leaning towards no) but at least it's fully up to date as of 7:30 pm est today (May 31, 2023).

Some "final" statistics: The numbers aren’t perfect, because there were a few names I grouped together and probably should have counted separately, and a few names I counted separately and probably should have grouped together, and those may or may not have balanced out, but keeping that in mind, about 110 names were used! About 49 were used in multiple fics (including individual installments in several series) and about 35 of those were used by multiple authors. Trent’s daughter has been mentioned by name in about 298 fics by 149 authors. This includes works in which she’s mentioned but doesn’t show up as a character, but doesn’t account for works in which her existence is mentioned but not by name. Fun fact, about 21 new names were used just while season three was airing!

[vampyr3wife]

I could never manage them now with all my kitties but ohh I miss being a rat momma . I had them from when I was like 5 and they were such angels .. they’d give me kisses and ride around on my shoulders and in my hoodie pocket and cuddle up in the little space behind my back when I sat on the couch.. in loving remembrance of Isabelle, Taz, Cheerio, Rosie, and Moo..

[levis-coffeecup]

chapter 21| Carnival of Life

WC-5.1k

Summary

The underground is filthy and dark. Dim lights, dull alleys, and desperate hearts. A place Levi knows as well as the back of his hand, and a place he would do anything to get out of.

Chapters of life roll by and with the turn of a page, things drastically change. In front of him is the opportunity to live on the surface. And the flimsy bridge that he has to cross. From an uncivil criminal to a disciplined soldier.

But life on the surface seems tougher amidst all the mockery, civilities, and the gaping hole left in his heart, after the demise of his dear friends Isabel and Farlan.

Content/Warnings

canon- compliant, canon-typical violence, spoilers for No Regrets OVA, descriptions of PTSD, grief, depression, heavy angst and themes, strong language, self-hate, physical assault.

Author’s Note

Hi guysss!!!

I'm sorry it's been soo long. But the next chapter is finally out!!

It's similar to the Trost fair chapter, if anyone remembers... but the scene is rewritten. And scene 2 and 3 are completely different! Also, if you find any grammatical errors please comment about it to let me know!

Song for this chapter is Seneca by Novo Amor.

Chapters

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MAY 847

15 minutes are left before the clock strikes 4. The weather is pleasant. And people have started to fill the place. Ready to experience the renowned Trost fair.

Mae prances around as well, with enthusiasm in her every step. Her flowy-cotton sundress dances with the breeze. Her lips painted a rosy pink

Timidly Levi walks behind her, unable to think of anything other than her lips. And the color it would leave off on his, when they press against each other for a kiss.

Her hair bounces, with her every step. It has gotten so much thicker now. And her skin glows. Healthy and radiant even though a few zits are littered here and there.

Hange told him to compliment her. Apparently it's what men should do when their partner makes an effort to get dressed for an outing. And he racks his brain religiously, thinking of something that doesn’t make him sound like a dumbstruck idiot.

“Levi!,” Mae whines, as she turns to face him. “What are you doing there, walking so slow? Nothing will happen with the pace you’re on.”

“M-Mae..” He staggers forth, and she stops in her tracks, sensing his discomfort.

“Yes Levi, is something bothering you?” Her tone turns much softer.

“Y-your s-skin, it looks v-very good t-today.” If he had the courage, he would also tuck away the stray hair that falls in front of her face.

And Mae narrows her eyes as she looks at him, a little dazed. Currently she is sporting the biggest pimple on her nose.

“You know… no leakage or anything… It's intact… holds the organs in tight,” Levi continues, shying away at the way her eyes sparkle in the sun.

His gaze falls to the floor. And she pats him on the chest, with a smug smile on her face. “You’re cute,” she grins… as she boops his nose.

The gnawing winter tendrils have melted from the atmosphere. Summer has blossomed. And with time, Mae and Levi’s relationship has grown too.

Conversation has become easier. Efforts have become clearer. And understanding comes a little more naturally than before.

And now Levi is leaving in 2 weeks. The Survey Corps has to relocate. The thought itself saddens Mae. Just when things were getting better between them, the universe had to push them apart.

The chaos of the crowd ahead acts as a good distraction.

It feels like the entire city is here. People stand at every nook and corner. Paper lanterns are hung down from street lamps, and pillar tops. The tantalizing smell of sweets and the distant sound of music fills the air.

And protectively, Levi takes a hold of her hand, “Stick close, wouldn’t want you getting lost.”

The streets of Trost have become somewhat familiar. Levi has been coming here almost every week. Mainly because he’s dead set on finding Mae a house in Trost.

He’s made her quit her job at the tavern. And he’s also helping her financially to cover up for the money she would make at the tavern.

And Mae seems so much happier.

Time paces by incredibly fast in the mob. Mae prances around enthusiastically. Dragging Levi around…. Now they stand in the long line that starts at the food stalls.

It's crowded, people talk a lot, and they smell of sweat. Levi hates it, he’s only here because Mae has been very excited about this fair. She would come here every year, with her family when she was a kid.

“Levi! It's been an hour, and you haven’t had anything.” She speaks with a mouthful of cotton candy in her mouth.

“Because I don’t like sweets and you’ve been revolving around the same 3 sweet shops for the past hour,” he jabs.

“But Levi!...,” she pouts. “I want you to have fun as well. Tell me what you want to do, and we’ll do that.”

And Levi looks at her with the same blank face, that does no favors in showing what he’s thinking. I’m happy as long as you’re having a good time.

“Levi, say something!” She whines.

“I just want to sit in a quiet place, where people aren’t pushing me around and going crazy over stupid cotton candy.”

“You want to sit… Sit in a fair?” she chuckles. It takes her a moment to realize that Levi isn’t joking. And swiftly she grabs his hand, and pulls him along. Moving away from the long lines at the food stalls.

“I’ve got you covered.” she smirks. She takes him deeper into the fair. Inward and inward until she finds a quiet alley, with just a few stalls around.

And Mae’s eyes widen as they land on a middle-aged man who sits on a wooden stool. “He’s still here…,” she gasps in disbelief. And she takes a seat on the bench placed a few meters ahead of him.

2 hours later, they are still sitting on the bench, with Mae flashing a teeth-baring smile and Levi sporting his grumpy frown.

The young man in front of them has paint splattered over his hands now. And he scrunches his brows as he focuses on the canvas in front of him. “It’s almost done ma’am.”

Levi lets out an exhausted sigh at that.

It's boring, just sitting her still like a fucking statue or something.

But the other day Mae was talking about how she’s forgetting the faces of her parents.

It's something that he has experienced quite often as well. The feeling of forgetting the people that were once the closest to your heart. To completely lose touch, even in thought as their memory becomes distant and blurry

If he could, he would like to have a picture of all his lost loved ones as well. His mother, Kenny, Isabel and Farlan.

By the time the painting is finished, the sun is close to setting. Leaving the sky in shades of lavender and pink.

But Mae’s energy remains unwavering. Levi finds it a little hard to believe that this is the same lady that gets exhausted after 15 mins of cleaning.

“You want to play some games?”. She chirps, with her eyes wide.

“Tch yeah, drag me wherever…”

A couple of minutes later, Mae stands in an aiming stance. With some distance between her feet, her hips squared and one eye squinted as she focuses on the strawberry pasty ahead.

And Levi sighs, as she's back to food once again.

The game is simple, a table full of prizes is kept a few meters away . From sweets to soft toys and embroidered napkins as well. And the player has to aim a bunch of rings towards what they want.

“I haven’t had a strawberry pastry in so long Levi… and that… that looks so good. I’ll be the happiest if I get to have it.” She tosses the ring in her hand, towards the dish.

It misses, quite terribly. But Mae doesn’t let that diminish her confidence. “Just wait and watch me get it Levi… Nothing separates me from my pastry… ever.”

She aims, she throws, and she terribly misses.

The next 2 go far past the stall table. The third falls far to the right. One manages to bounce of one another prize

All of a sudden the game seems like nothing but an evil scheme to make people feel defeated. She aims again, this time it falls a meter away.

And Levi turns away to look elsewhere.

His shoulders quake and he presses his lips hard. Trying his hardest to contain the laughter that he’s about to burst into. She is hopelessly shitty when it comes to aiming.

“You only have 2 chances left ma'am,” the conductor pipes in.

“2?” She mutters in a saddened voice, and Levi’s ears perk up at that.

She throws away another ring, hopelessly. This one doesn’t even reach the table. And she raises her other hand up as well, wanting to throw away the last ring in sheer frustration. But Levi’s voice stops her.

“Mae, wait,” he calls out…

He walks forward and positions himself behind her. Slowly, he raises his arms up, and places his hands on hers. Moving them around and guiding her body into a better stance.

Her back presses into his chest. And she can feel his breath on the curve of her neck. “Just pretend like you’re holding on to it, and let me take the aim,” he whispers into her ears.

She nods, a little too flustered. He’s so close to her, she’s sure he can hear the rampant beat of her heart.

He guides her arm, his fingers grip the ring, right alongside hers. And then he tosses it away. And she just follows his hand, making it look like the both of them are aiming at the ring.

The ring rattles as it falls right on the designated place, with the strawberry pastry in its exact center.

A victorious grin spreads across her face. And Levi watches as a lovesick man as she picks up the strawberry pastry and brings it to him.

They start walking towards the other end of the fair. The commotion still lingers in the distance. but the number of stalls starts to visibly lessen.

A chilly wind blows, and Levi and Mae find a bench, a little away from everything.

The dusky sky has turned dark. And there’s a couple kissing in the distance, too lost in each other to give a damn about the world.

And Mae has finally accepted that her relationship with Levi might never be like every other one.

He’s lost more than he has loved. And in a few days he’ll be living far away from her too.

“Time is ticking by so fast isn’t it?” Her voice turns somber. She shifts a little closer to him, fighting back the tears in her eyes.

And Levi’s gaze falls down. He has nothing to say. Nothing to make the situation better. He’s scared that he’ll touch her and she’ll shatter at the strength his hand holds. That someday she will disappear and all his fears would come alive.

And his hand tremors, as he pats her head. Every moment he spends with her, fills him up with thoughts of losing her.

“I’m sorry.” the words come out of his mouth, barely audible. “I’m sorry…” he says again. “Only if I hadn’t fucked up, and made you quit your job at the Survey Corps.”

And Mae pauses for a minute, before she looks back at him

“It was hard Levi…but I think it was good. I had this version of you in my mind, that I admired and then shit happened and I didn’t know you anymore… I realize that I still don’t know you yet, but I think that's great, because I’m always learning about you. About your flaws, about what you think and how you feel. So at least I’m not loving what I think of you.”

Love… He doesn’t understand such heavy words… Nor does he know if he’s worth all the effort she puts into him? Slowly his hand reaches to hers, he gives it a gentle squeeze. The roughness of his fingertips, is contrary to the softness of her skin.

There is an unsaid apology in his actions.

So many things hold him back. Life hasn’t been kind to him. He wonders if the burden on his back will be lighter if he lets go of it?

Mae squeezes his hand back in response. A soft smile resting on her face as she adores him with her eyes.

She knows about his past now. And so she understands why the walls around his heart stand so strong. Hammered again and again and strengthened by every loss.

People give the love that they never received. For Levi, it was safety and security. It was coming to Trost multiple times, and finding her a safe house, before the Survey Corps leaves. It was supporting her financially even though he himself doesn’t make a ton of money.

He’s always kept her safety above everything. It was her who took it for granted, because unlike him, it was never something she had to fight for.

“You’re perfect to me.” Her words are like a balm on all his wounds. Lies but still soothing. Because Levi is by no means perfect.

He is a person who has killed and tortured countless people. Heck, he was close to using violence on her as well.

But to Mae, Levi is a person who had all the chances to become the worst person in the world, and yet he chose to be someone good.

She places her head on his chest. Hearing the stable beat of his heart;.

And for a doctor, who has heard millions of heartbeats, his is different. Even though it sounds the same. Because his heart is one that is unaffected by the bitterness of this world and the cruelty it has witnessed. It's a heart that can still care; a heart that can still love..

And Mae decides that she’ll love him no matter what.

The feeling of his fingers in her hair is familiar. Just like the smell of his freshly laundered clothes. And perhaps, there is finds hope in these fragile beginnings of love

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JUN 847

The Survey Corps headquarters doesn’t look as intimidating today. The walls look bleak, torches don’t light up the hallway anymore. And the chatter of the cadets is almost inaudible.

A few senior officers pass by in a hurry. Their hands filled with suitcases. And Mae watches from the side, as the life in the headquarters slowly dims away.

She extends her hand out, letting her fingers rover over the textured brick walls as she walks through the hallways.

It's a bittersweet feeling.

She remembers the days when she would work here. With Levi acting rude and cold, and Mr. Mendes was pestering her about marriage.

She was dying to leave this place back then, and now she stands here, not knowing when she’ll see this place again.

Time sure flies by quick, and a wistful smile tugs on her face.

Soon she reaches her location. The familiar door is slightly open as usual. She knocks and then pushes it open.

“Hange!,” she calls out. Their messy room almost looks clean today.

“Mae!,” they greet, adjusting their spectacles into place. They’re on the floor, with two huge suitcases that don’t seem like they are going to close.

“Having a hard time packing,” Mae chuckles.

“Yup I've got so much stuff… Mainly books, but other stuff too.”

“Welp, sadly I got some more stuff for you,” Mae keeps the carry bag in her hand on Hange’s bed. “It’s a gift.”

“The other one’s for Levi?” Hange questions, as she looks at the other bag hanging from her shoulder. “He’s staying at yours tonight, right? Oh! I completely forgot to congratulate you on your new house!” Their thoughts run too fast and they blabber. “Are you settled in yet?”

“Almost” Mae chuckles at the onslaught of questions. “Levi has been helping me move in, and we've bought basic furniture... He chipped in and helped me buy the place too. He didn’t want me staying in Jinae, when he wasn’t there.”

“So Levi will join us in two days… directly at the new headquarters?”

“Yes, Erwin permitted him to do so.”

“I’m glad!” Hange beams. “Everything is working out so well for you now! You’re living in a safer area, you have your own house and you also don’t have to work two jobs.”

“It is…” Mae replies. But there’s a sadness in her smile, and the tears forming in her eyes tell Hange otherwise.

“But you’re not happy are you?’ Hange gets up from the floor, and walks closer to Mae.

“It’s hard… You guys are moving away. I’ll miss you. I feel so defeated… I feel like whenever I take one step forward, life pushes me two steps back.”

They envelop her in a tight hug, rubbing her back to make her feel better. “Don’t worry Mae, when I start experimenting on Titans, you’ll be the first one to hear about it!”

“Hange,” Mae whimpers. “ Please take good care of him. He seems all mechanical and emotionless, but he is a really sensitive baby… And a lot of things affect him but he’s so used to putting on a tough front that he doesn’t realize any of it.….. I know he hasn’t opened up to you fully yet, but he will. And I have told him to come speak to you, when he wants to get things off his chest. Please protect his heart in my stead.”

And they wipe off the tears rolling down her cheeks. Flashing the warmest smile as they say, “I will protect your little guy with everything I have… alright?”

A shaky smile forms on her face, and she hugs them again. “Thank you.”

“Now go… kiss him goodbye.” They pat her back as they walk her to the door. “You have one night with him… do much more actually.” They wink.

“M-much more?,” Mae stammers. Her face heats up, turning beet red. “What noo! W-we haven’t kissed y-yet!”

And a hearty chuckle escapes Hange’s lips. “Gosh! You guys are slow, sometimes I wonder where this relationship would have been without me.”

━━━━━━━━━━━━

Levi sits next to the window, sipping the last remnants of the tea in his cup.

The bustle of Trost plays in the background like white noise. And his eyes scan through Mae’s new house.

It’s a 2-storey cottage. The walls are old, made of the same bricks that he sees in every other aged building. The rooms are tiny too, or cozy as Mae likes to call them. The doors creak once in a while. And the ceilings are so damn high, she’ll probably have to get on his shoulder to clean all the cobwebs.

They were out of time, and they didn’t have the money to buy her a better place. And in no way, was Levi going to let Mae stay in that metal shed, once he left.

The tea in his cup, nears its end. And his eyes land on the sketch Mae got of him and her at the carnival. It's framed, placed on the dining table. And he pauses, as the heavy feeling he was trying to forget fills up his heart once again.

The clock ticks, making every passing second audible. “Mae I’m leaving.” His voice booms through the walls.

“Coming,” Mae’s voice echoes from the floor above. And soon she’s rushing down the stairs, with a tote bag in her hand.

One look at him, and she freezes. The fact that he’s leaving hits her with full force. And she wonders what she’ll do here, in the house she thought she’d share with him? Without him.

Levi stiffens too. He pushes his chair back, and stands up.

He can tell she’s been crying. Dreading this moment, that now stands so close.

His hands get clammy. And her lips quiver as she walks closer to him.

They stand a foot apart now. And Mae takes a stabilizing breath, because Levi stands so close yet the idea of him seems so farfetched.

Her hand lands on his cheek, relishing the smoothness of his skin. She doesn’t know when she’ll see him next. Or whether she’ll see him all fine, or tarnished with bruises, doused in his own blood.

The thought breaks her will. Her neck falls down, heavy with the pain of separation. And the top of her head rests flat against his chest. Slowly her shoulders start to shake, trying to contain the sobs that are close to spilling.

She doesn’t want Levi to see her break down like this. Not when, it's the last time he’s seeing her for a month at least.

But Levi not only sees, he also feels what he’s feeling. All her pain hits him right in the heart.

It's going to be hard, not being able to see the person you see everyday. It's going to be hard to wait for letters when you are so used to hearing their chatter. And it's going to hit even harder when something joyful or depressing happens and there is no one to share your emotions with.

With all the gentleness, he lifts her head, cupping her cheek with tenderness.

“You know I’m going to visit you whenever it's possible, right?”

And Mae knows that’s not going to be frequent because Levi hardly finds time for himself. But somehow she still finds the strength to be optimistic.

“And you’ll write to me.” She places her hands over his chest.

“Yes, I will write to you, every week, no excuses,' He smirks fondly, recalling all the demands she made a few days prior. His lips press to her forehead, a kiss bestowed on it.

She brings the tote bag up to her chest. And her hands dig in, bringing a few glass bottles out.

“These are some spices and seasonings here, the food they serve at headquarters is very bland, and I don’t know how you have it. And food isn’t just for getting nutrients, but also for enjoying how it tastes.”

“Chamomile tea, Levi I know you don’t like it much, but it is fucking expensive and you sleep better with it, so you better have it.”

“Scented Candles, Lavender essential oil, you know what it's for…” Her sermon stops as she sees the last item in the bag. Slowly she brings it out, not too proud of it,

It’s a teddy bear. Tan in color and messily stitched.

But what catches Levi’s eye is the big baby pink heart on its chest. Matching the color of the small circles on its cheek. Its smile is wide, and its arms are broad and open.

“Umm,” Mae fumbles, a little conscious. “I also made you a teddy bear… thought you could hold it close, when you’re missing me.”

There’s a heaviness in the moment, but her love makes everything surprisingly sweet. And Levi finds the courage to pull her close. One arm around her waist, and the other holding her head close to his chest.

And in the safe enclosure of his arms, Mae breaks a little further.

“Do you e-ever regret it……. Being with me instead of Ivan?” Levi asks as he dotingly pets her head.

And Mae looks up at him, nodding her head in an instant.

“You are worth it.” she muffles against his chest

And Levi doesn’t know what she sees in him, or what he even has to offer. Nevertheless, he’s glad she’s blind when it comes to him. It makes his life so much better.

His thumb he wipes off the tear that slips down her cheek,

“I hope you don’t keep things within yourself, like you always do… Let me know when things are becoming too much for you..” Because as much as it would hurt to let her go, he would rather see her happier.

“Levi!,” She hits his chest.. “Don't say things like that. Instead, tell me that you’ll come meet me often.. I’ll wait for you… here. In our new house.”

His hand lands atop of her head, wanting to feel more of her than just her palm on his cheek. Fingers mingling around strands of her hair, as he ruffles them with fondness. There is a faint smile playing on his lips, hardly perceptible, but she knows it there when she sees his eyes, bright and sparkling.

I’ll wait for you too, always.

“You promise me you’ll take good care of yourself, and follow the routine I have set for you to sleep… And if something is bothering you, you go to Hange. I know you think of her as some loud freak who can’t keep a thing in her mouth, but she’s good with secrets. And she’ll never judge you okay.”

“Just like she kept our relationship a secret.” He retorts… as if he hasn’t vented to Hange about the relationship too.

Her face pales and she whines. “You’re going off topic.”

It gets silent for a second before Mae goes off again. “And remember to take breaks, and enjoy some times. Before Humanity’s Strongest, you’re a human who deserves to enjoy life too.”

And Levi caresses her head again, a small smile playing on his lips. “I promise, anymore demands you have to make?”

A slight pink tinges her cheeks. “Yes.” Mae bites her lip, and her gaze flicks to the floor, almost hesitant. ”I brushed my teeth thrice today.”

“Good,” he says a little cluelessly. “Do that every day.”

She huffs, looking straight into his eyes. Her brows are furrowed and all signs of her shyness are somehow gone. “I want to kiss you.”

Now it’s Levi’s turn to blush. “Y-you do…. I mean o-of course you-u…d-do” his voice trails off. All of a sudden he is unable to form a coherent sentence. It feels like all his brain functions have stopped and all he can do is nod his head timidly.

Mae steps closer to him and wraps her arms around his neck. She gets up on her tippy toes, as she tries to reach his lips. His heart accelerates as the distance between them lessens. The tips of their nose almost touch and he can feel her soft breaths tickling his skin.

All of a sudden he is hyper aware of everything happening in his body. From the budding heat in his cheeks, to the weakness he feels in his knees. He often wonders about what it is like to kiss, but now that it is actually happening, he can’t help but be flooded by insecurity.

His body turns static. And doubt fills Mae’s mind when she sees how rigid he is. Like the flame of a candle, against a breeze, her resolve is flickering, struggling to keep calm.

His eyes are boring into hers, wide and apprehensive.Her heart skips a beat, and she closes her eyes to run off from his intimidating ones. She leans closer and closer, until she feels something against her lips. But it's not lips…..it's skin?

Her eyes flash open and she finds her lips pecking the area under his nose

First hand, second-hand, every kind of embarrassment crams into her head. Mother of fucking god, what a disaster! She steps back, looking at Levi, to gauge his emotions,

His lips are wobbling, and he is horribly failing to contain the chuckle that is about to leave his mouth.

“You….you ,” laughter ripples past his lips, “have su-such a terrible a-aim.”

Her arms cross over her chest, eyes narrowing as she looks at him with a pout on her face. In an instant her hand flies towards his cravat, balling its fabric and pulling him down to her level.

In a millisecond, her lips are onto his.

And he freezes, his hands sticking to his side and profusely sweating.

Her lips are soft, almost cushion-like against his. Slightly they part encasing his lower lip. The slant of her nose is pressed right next to his. And the scent of her lavender lotion is all around him, aggravating the flapping butterflies that tumble in his stomach.

And Levi is sure that the only thing that is holding him still, is the warmth of her body, pressed against his. Anchoring him yet throwing him off the edge.

With her other hand, she strokes his jaw. Her fingers are as warm and as sweaty as his. And with a single touch, his doubts evaporate into thin air.

She can feel the fluttering of his lashes, until he finally shuts them close, and releases the breath he has been holding in since forever. His arms wrap around her waist and his lips start mingling with hers, moving subtly yet cluelessly.

Warmth blossoms in her chest, as she finally feels him responding , albeit awkwardly. She can’t help but smile.

He is trying, and he’s trying for her.

And soon he forgets about his clammy hands and the adrenaline rushing through his veins. Instead, he kisses her deeper, holds her tighter, so close that he can feel her heart thumping against his.

Their heartbeats harmonize. And for a fleeting moment, Levi forgets that he is going miles away from her. For a fleeting moment, everything feels right, and he realizes that he wants to stay here forever. In her arms, losing himself in her touches.

Slowly they part, foreheads pressed as they take a moment to catch their breath. Mae’s hand is still latched on to his cravat as her eyes flutter open.

Everything from the tip of Levi’s ears to the curve of his cheek is beet red. His eyes are still shut close, and his neck is slightly craned down, still in the same position in which they kissed.

Her lips twitch upwards at his cuteness.

“A terrible aim, huh?” A smug grin flashes across her lips.

And Levi’s eyes shoot open.

She is beaming with joy, his gaze falls upon the crinkle by her eyes, which forms only when she smiles that wide.

Her hands reach out to his rumpled cravat, as she fixes it for one last time. Every touch, however innocent it may be, stirs something deep in his heart. It awakens the desire to forget all about the titans and just settle down with her.

Picking up the bag with all his gifts, he walks towards the door. A minute longer and he might actually end up staying here forever .

“Bye Levi, take care.” Her words are sweet, but they leave a bitter taste in her mouth.

And all he can muster is a slight nod of his head, as he steps out of the door. All calm and aloof, except the tint of red on his face.

Right when he is about to turn and leave the alley, he twists back, and sees her figure. Now distant but still standing at the doorway.

His mind pushes back to how he has lost someone at every stage of his life. She’s living in Trost now, much closer to the titans. All it's going to take is one kick through the gate, and all his fears will come true.

The thought itself rattles something restless in his bones. He’s not here to protect her and he can only hope that she stays alive for him.

He waves at her. Until next time. Don’t die…..please.

More angst haha!

I feel like such an evil person sometime lol, but this is an AOT fanfic, so I wouldn't want to keep it all cherries and roses.

I lowkey feel like my writing style has completely changed. I'm writing shorter sentences now and keeping the wording simple too. I think it's easier to read through now, but let me know what you think about it...

Let me know what you guys thought about the chapter! As always constructive criticism is always welcomed!

Until next time! (which is hopefully soon🤞🤞🤞)

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Actors in alphabetical order: part 1(A-D), part 2, part 3

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Anne Hathaway Anya Taylor-Joy Asia Argento Astrid Berges-Frisbey Boran Kuzum Camille Rutherford

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Carla Juri César Domboy Cate Blanchett Charity Wakefield Charlie Rowe Chiara Mastroianni Christian Bale Christoph Waltz Ethan Erickson

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Dagmara Dominczyk Dan Stevens Ella Purnell Emily Blunt Ezra Miller Raffey Cassidy Rebecca Emilie Sattrup Rose Byrne Roxane Duran

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Frances O'Connor Gemma Arterton Hannah Taylor-Gordon Hattie Morahan Hugh Dancy Isabelle Adjani

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Izzy Meikle-Small James Norton Jane Birkin Joanne Whalley Lucy Boynton Léa Seydoux Monica Keena Nicolas Duvauchelle Sally Hawkins

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Adriana Tarábková Dakota Fanning Gaia Weiss Kirsten Dunst Pia Degermark Roxane Mesquida Rosamund Pike Samantha Gates Sophia Myles

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Annabelle Wallis Carey Mulligan Guy Pearce James Frain Olivia Cooke Rachel Hurd-Wood Soko Sujaya Dasgupta Tom Cruise

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Adèle Exarchopoulos Anna Maxwell Martin Charles Dance Emma Williams Gillian Anderson Natalie Press

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María Valverde Paz Vega Frédéric Noaille Catherine Mouchet Déborah François Joséphine Japy

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Ben Whishaw Clémence Poésy Elliot Grihault Emilia Fox Joseph Morgan Lambert Wilson Michelle Dockery Phoebe Fox Sophie Okonedo Tom Hiddleston Tom Hughes Tom Sturridge

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Charlotte Gainsbourg Felicity Jones Fu'ad Aït Aattou Greta Scacchi Helena Bonham Carter Holliday Grainger Michelle Pfeiffer Rupert Friend Christina Giannelli

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Danylo Kolomiiets Katie McGrath Keeley Hawes Maria Bonnevie Marta Gastini Miriam Giovanelli Olivia Hussey Oscar Isaac Peter Plaugborg

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Ben Barnes Ben Chaplin Bill Skarsgård Iben Akerlie Jakob Oftebro Jo Woodcock Lily-Rose Depp Reese Witherspoon Ruth Wilson Samantha Soule Tess Frazer Virginie Ledoyen

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Cary Elwes Colin Firth Daniel Day-Lewis Emilia Verginelli Hannah James Jonah Hauer-King Loli Bahia Lorenzo Balducci Rebecca Hall Robin Wright Rupert Everett Willa Fitzgerald

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Annes Elwy Claire Danes Eliza Scanlen Kathryn Newton Maya Hawke Romola Garai Samantha Mathis Trini Alvarado Winona Ryder

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Douglas Smith Eric Bana Gizem Karaca Jessica Brown Findlay Kenneth Branagh Millie Brady Natalie Dormer Poppy Delevingne Rachel Weisz Rosy McEwen Sam Claflin

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Aubri Ibrag Christina Hendricks Connie Jenkins-Greig Guy Remmers Henry Cavill Imogen Waterhouse Josie Totah Mia Threapleton Olivia Hallinan

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Fahriye Evcen Jim Caviezel Justine Waddell Penelope Cruz

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Christopher Abbott Emma Stone Francesca Annis Jasmine Blackborow Louis Cunningham Margaret Qualley Mark Ruffalo Mélanie Thierry Ramy Youssef Sydney Sweeney

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To do list:

Léa Seydoux - under development (Roses à crédit 2010, Belle Épine 2010, Mistérios de Lisboa 2010, The Beast 2023, Dune: Part Two) Kelly Macdonald - under development (Elizabeth1998, Nanny McPhee 2005, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2 2011, Boardwalk Empire) Emily Mortimer - under development (Elizabeth1998, The Glass Virgin 1995, Leonie 2010)

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Okie once again I'm not very proud of this, but I was playing around with the idea of Isa coming to check on Leona after his overblot୧⁠(⁠﹒︠⁠ᴗ⁠﹒︡⁠)⁠୨

I reviewed and rewrote some stuff before sending it to u just to make sure it was at least ok-ish, hope u can have fun reading that in your ride<3

•••

“Why do you hate me?”

The moment the words leave Isabelle's mouth, Leona's ear twitched, as if not being able to comprehend what he just heard. He looks at her up and down, her small figure almost drowned in her school jacket which was too big for her, her eyebrows furrowed while staring at him.

Leona sat up on his infirmary bed as Isabelle's hands immediately went to help him, her face changing from frustration to worry in a matter of seconds. He hissed at the pain he felt on his abdomen as he sat up; overbloting really took a toll on him, and the Spelldrive match he played right after didn't help either.

After adjusting into a position where he didn't feel much pain, Leona looked around, realizing Ruggie was still sleeping peacefully in his own bed. Daisy, Grim, Jack and the others were nowhere in sight either… they had privacy.

“I don't hate you, in fact I think you hate me more than I ever could. You just irritate me.”

“I– I irritate you?” She repeats, her eyes widened at how blunt the lion beastman was. She huffed and crossed her arms, looking elsewhere. “Of course, I irritate you. Because I was the one who didn't even make an effort to get to know me when we first met.”

Leona sighed. He couldn't believe they were about to have this conversation now.

“It doesn't matter if I get to know you or not, our fate has been decided.” He says, frowning at the girl. “We're getting married wether we hate each other or not. What does it matter if I get to know you?”

“It matters because we might be able to make our destiny at least bearable!” Isabelle gets up, making Leona flinch, surprised at her sudden anger and actions. “If you tried to get to know me something might've happened! I could’ve thought you were a good person, maybe I wouldn't even think it was all that bad to marry you, but of course you don't care about any of that! Maybe- maybe we could’ve-” she stopped mid sentence in embarrassment and she huffed.

The taller one stared at her, her rosy cheeks and her frustrated expression. Leona sighed, scratching his neck, his own frustration building up.

“What I'm trying to say is that nothing will change what's already been decided. You're in love with that prince wannabe anyways, how could that make it any more bearable?"

“His name is Neige, and I'm not in love with him anymore.” She simply said, catching Leona off guard. Isabelle clicked her tongue, her face looking at the ground. “I… just– forget about my question, in fact forget about all of... this. You should rest.” she grabbed her things and looked at Leona one last time. “Take care of yourself, Leona.”

Before she could walk away however, Leona's hand grabbed her wrist, and Isabelle looked at him in confusion.

“Why did you come here anyway?” He asked, genuinely curious, but a small part of him realized this was an attempt to make her stay just a few seconds longer.

"You're my fiancé, of course I would come." An excuse. A horrible one at that and Leona could somewhat detect it. "And... I got worried. I don't hate you. Not really.” She confessed, feeling his hand slide down her wrist to her hand, holding it gently. “I'm like you. You irritate me. You frustrate me because I see all of this potential in you. You’re smart, strong, you can do so much for your country.” Isabelle stared at him and sighed one last time, her hand sliding out of his grip, and Leona missed its warmth almost immediately. “It makes me angry to know all this and see you don't want to at least try. And if you don't want to try for your own country I’m forced to come to the realization that you won't try for me. For us.”

“Us?” He asked, genuinely curious this time. Isabelle went red and looked away.

“Like I said: maybe I wouldn't mind marrying you if you at least tried. We could’ve been happy somehow.” Isabelle bit the inside of her cheek and turned around. “But I understand it might be too much to ask if I irritate you this much. Good night.”

And then, she left, leaving the prince alone in the infirmary. Leona fell onto his bed once again, groaning at the pain he felt; was she serious? Did she truly believe they could, what, love each other? Why? How? They’ve been nothing but rude to each other.

Yes, he felt an intense urge to beat up Neige when he heard he had rejected Isabelle. Yes, once he woke up in the infirmary and saw her worried face, complaining at how worried he made her, he felt a weird happiness inside of him. And yes, ever since he learned about her loyalty towards their arrangement he felt giddy and a sense of pride in knowing just how faithful his fiancée was… but none of this meant he could harbor feelings for her, right?

Right.

Maybe she was correct, he needed rest.

•••

Bonus:

"Hey, Daisy..." Ruggie asked as the prefect finished bandaging his arm. "Do you think a royal's love life is complicated?"

"Where's that coming from?" She asks in confusion and Ruggie shrugs, watching as the girl got up, fixing her skirt.

"Nah, nothing... Let's say I saw a really good soap opera last night."

"...huh?"

hear that? my heart breaking

FIRST OF ALL, HOW YOU THINK THIS IS BAD????? LIKE THIS IS ACTUALLY GOLD. It shows perfectly fine how Isabelle feels and Leona’s emotional block. It’s rlly good how you show that Isabelle wanted this all to at least be peaceful and how she is slowly catching feels for him, and how he somehow just don’t know how to act around her + how to deal with his feelings for her awhile Isa supposedly like someone else.

SECOND OF ALL. RUGGIE AT THE END IS SO REAL FOR THAT-

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[enteringdullsville]

The Yellow Drewman, Gordon

Statistics

Aesthetic: Tough

Age: 28 (Season One)

Alignment: Inhibitor

Badge: Exclamation Point

Color Type: Yellow

Debut: The Violet Act

Effects: Superpower (Gordon pours a fraction of his immense strength into an attack); Seismic Swing (Gordon shakes and weaponizes the ground beneath him); Thunder Clap (Gordon sends a shockwave via his hands); Demolition Derby (Gordon rushes forward with reckless abandon)

Family Members: Dalton and Isabelle Monade (Parents); Cordon, Jordan, and Holden Monade (Brothers and Sister); Tulip, Lily, Aster, Jasmine, Dahlia, and Poppy Oobay (Siblings-in-Law); Horton and Daisy Oobay (Parents-in-Law); Violet Oobay (Wife); Rosie Monade (Daughter); Scarlett Rohl (Aunt-in-Law)

Rank: A (Primary Character)

Standout Features: Flattop, thick eyebrows, bead eyes, wedding ring, jacket

Character Bases

His hairstyle, facial structure, and color scheme are all reminiscent of Topaz from Steven Universe, but I don’t have that kind of space.

Development

A lot of the characters were initially envisioned as teens; Gordon’s the most obvious case, even if he wasn’t rewritten as an adult until after the RS era’s end.

Gordon’s actual design, right down to his jacket, remained the same for a long time.

Character wise, the only major change is that ICT dials back his neuroses, making him more laidback and snarky.

Be Responsible

[enjolrasoftheday]

Friendly reminder (+ reference links!!) that Enjolras was a charming young man, who was capable of being terrible. He was angelically handsome. He was a savage Antinous. One would have said, to see the pensive thoughtfulness of his glance, that he had already, in some previous state of existence, traversed the revolutionary apocalypse. He possessed the tradition of it as though he had been a witness. He was acquainted with all the minute details of the great affair. A pontifical and warlike nature, a singular thing in a youth. He was an officiating priest and a man of war; from the immediate point of view, a soldier of the democracy; above the contemporary movement, the priest of the ideal. His eyes were deep, his lids a little red, his lower lip was thick and easily became disdainful, his brow was lofty. A great deal of brow in a face is like a great deal of horizon in a view. Like certain young men at the beginning of this century and the end of the last, who became illustrious at an early age, he was endowed with excessive youth, and was as rosy as a young girl, although subject to hours of pallor. Already a man, he still seemed a child. His two and twenty years appeared to be but seventeen; he was serious, it did not seem as though he were aware there was on earth a thing called woman. He had but one passion--the right; but one thought--to overthrow the obstacle. On Mount Aventine, he would have been Gracchus; in the Convention, he would have been Saint-Just. He hardly saw the roses, he ignored spring, he did not hear the carolling of the birds; the bare throat of Evadne would have moved him no more than it would have moved Aristogeiton; he, like Harmodius, thought flowers good for nothing except to conceal the sword. He was severe in his enjoyments. He chastely dropped his eyes before everything which was not the Republic. He was the marble lover of liberty. His speech was harshly inspired, and had the thrill of a hymn. He was subject to unexpected outbursts of soul. Woe to the love-affair which should have risked itself beside him! If any grisette of the Place Cambrai or the Rue Saint-Jean-de-Beauvais, seeing that face of a youth escaped from college, that page's mien, those long, golden lashes, those blue eyes, that hair billowing in the wind, those rosy cheeks, those fresh lips, those exquisite teeth, had conceived an appetite for that complete aurora, and had tried her beauty on Enjolras, an astounding and terrible glance would have promptly shown her the abyss, and would have taught her not to confound the mighty cherub of Ezekiel with the gallant Cherubino of Beaumarchais. (Les Misérables by Victor Hugo - translated by Isabel F. Hapgood, 1887)

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Parent!Phan With LGBTQ+ Children Masterlist

Anna Bi-nana (ao3) - phanielspiano

Summary: Anna Lester comes out as bisexual to her family.

a rose by any other name (would smell as sweet) (ao3) - truerequitedlove

Summary: Dan and Phil are finally able to foster a child, and a shy teenager shows up at their door with long messy hair and an averted gaze.

Be Yourself - dxnhowell

Summary: Dan and Phil's son has always talked about boys, ever since he was younger. He surprises his parents when he brings home a girl one day and introduces her as his girlfriend. Dan and Phil knows something is up and they want to get to the bottom of it.

I’m Not Isaac (ao3) - finching

Summary: Dan and Phil's child Isaac isn't Isaac at all. Her name is Isabelle.

Introduction (ao3) - croissantbleu (orphan_account)

Summary: Dan and Phil find a note from their child on the kitchen counter

love, simon (ao3) - danhoweiis, twoheadlights (fizzfic)

Summary: Like fathers, like son.

or: Simon Lester has something he needs to tell his dads.

Making a Change (ao3) - binchmarner

Summary: Winston takes the first step in his transition by getting his hair cut. A fluffy angsty story reflecting the doubts and anxiety trans youth have.

The LGBT YouTubers’ who’d transitioned described the first step being the hardest, whether that's coming out to parents, or even just cutting their hair. But Winnie’d never imagined that he wouldn't be able to leave his damn seat.

Perfect Son - dxnhowell

Summary: Dan and Phil's son loves dressing up in girls clothes and even wearing makeup sometimes. When he gets a bit older, people start bullying him. Dan and Phil are tired of what other people think of their son, but they know he's happy and that's all that really matters to them.

Pride (ao3) - KaytheJay

Summary: Dan and Phil's daughter comes out and admits she wants to go to pride.

Protective - dxnhowell

Summary: Dan and Phil's daughter comes out to them as lesbian.

Proud (ao3) - pasteldanhowells

Summary: Elisse Lester is seventeen, and she’s ready to come to her parents about her sexuality. She knows it’ll be fine. She has two dads for crying out loud. But, that won’t stop her from being nervous. Luckily, her girlfriend is there to assure her that everything will be fine.

Say What You Need (ao3) - binchmarner

(TW) Summary: Dan and Phil moved to the Isle of Man after their close friend and surrogate Louise Pentland had given birth to twins, Deila Rose, and Edward "Teddy" James Howell (the fact that one baby became two had been a real shock to all three of them). They'd quickly decided that the city of London was too hectic for the new parents to settle down and have a family, and the Isle of Man was close enough to Phil's parents so they could still pursue their YouTube careers, and Grampy and Grammy Lester were always happy to babysit.

"No, no, Phil not like that. Like, she seems to be...distant from us."

~*~

Parents Dan and Phil learn something new about their fourteen year old son.

The Daughter Named Rosie (ao3) - ThingsThatRuinedMyLife

Summary: Dan and Phil are so happy to bring home their beautiful little girl Rosie. As she gets older, things get discovered and they all learn to cope.

The daughter, the girlfriend, and the fathers (ao3) - Euphoria_Venus

Summary: Dan and Phil have a 16-year-old daughter named Elizabeth. Liz comes home one day with a girl named Charlie who she declares is her girlfriend. Dan is super protective of his family and starts harassing Charlie.

The Universe Just Made a Mistake (ao3) - sapphicGarland

Summary: Dan and Phil’s son ‘starts’ a bit too early, surprising the doctors and sending dysphoric angst through the boy

OR: Trans problem #151: starting your period

[jow99]

Last days in Alcalá de Henares

Our time in Alcalá will soon be coming to an end so Mum and I took Saturday morning for a trip into Madrid. We visited the Plaza Mayor, Mercado de San Miguel and one of my favourite places, Puerta del Sol. We also managed to get a bit of shopping in and of course lots of food and at least one glass of bubbles. Not a bad morning!

We cabbed back to Alcalá and met Jose and clan for lunch. We had a lovely afternoon and more food. By the time we got back to the apartment I was fit to burst. Tonight we said goodbye to Maria, Inaky and Nico. They are busy tomorrow and we leave on Monday. It’s lovely they have been able to spend this time with Angela.

The rest of the night was pretty quiet, we were all tired and full.

Today was another two breakfast morning. Our main meals have been around 2pm, then we have a few nibbles around 8:30pm and so we’re ready for breakfast by 8-8:30am. Rosi arrived around 10am and we headed to Indalo, which has become our local. They have the nicest croissants there 😋

Mum and I then set off for more sightseeing. First stop was the Archbishops palace, the place where Catherine of Aragon was born and Isabel had her first meeting with Christopher Columbus. You can’t go inside but it was still pretty amazing knowing what had taken place inside those walls.

Next stop was Casa de Hippolytus which had been a college for youths in the Romans time here. It was beautifully maintained and well worth the visit. Then we went to some other Roman ruins that had been partly built over, I think immediately post the reign of the Moors and had been rediscovered during some renovations. We had been spoilt by the college and poor Mum was getting quite tired having bumped her way across cobbles and gravel paths (that were really stony). We can’t decide whether she’ll have arms like Arnie or two twigs by the time she goes home 🤣

We then all met up for lunch in Alcalá. It was a beautiful day and being a Sunday, everyone was out and about. On the stroll home we stopped for ice cream. A nice way to finish our lunch.

This afternoon Jose and I watched Amstel Gold while I also did a few adminy things. Jose’s cousin on his father’s side (Toni and family) were due to drop by this afternoon. They arrived at 7pm - very long days here.

Not surprisingly Mum bailed on yet another stroll, but the rest of us went out to have a little look at Alcalá and a drink. At 9pm I headed back to check on Mum and see if she wanted anything to eat. Meanwhile Jose and Angela went for coffee with the family. We finally had a dinner of sorts around 9:45pm. It’s been lovely but I won’t mind getting back into a semi normal routine when we return to L’Escala.

[yukimisun]

love like romeo and juliet

There she was in a field full of flowers with the wind blowing in her hair, and her white dress, her skirt was so light it flew with the wind, I approached and we were face to face, our eyes met, her eyes shone like a night full of stars, a night of shooting stars..., Your eyes... mesmerized me, brunette but I could see your rosy cheeks, I took one of the flowers that was next to us, and put it in your ear throwing your hair to behind, our love is so deep that without any words said we can express the depth of our love with just looks, the silence was as beautiful as the songs of the birds, I put my knees to the dirt floor, I didn't care if it would get dirty because only I could think about how much I loved her and I couldn't go back, because I was drunk..., drunk on the wine of love, and so I said looking into her brown eyes like the trunk of the tree that was next to us, I said "my dear Isabel Felipa from Cost to Morgado, will you do me the honor of being my beloved juliet and of me being your romeo?, before and after death comes, we will still be together like romeo and juliet... do you want to be my wife" and so I took out a small object from my left jacket pocket. "And my love forever and ever?..." She took her hand to me and I put the ring on her finger, she smiled from ear to ear and her face was even redder, she was happy, she pulled me, and so we kissed, and we had a happily ever after... like romeo and julieta only alive.

The end

TRADUÇÃO:⬇︎⇩

La estava ela num campo cheio de flores com o vento batendo em seus cabelos, e seu vestido branco, sua saia era tão leve que voava com o vento, Eu me aproximei e ficamos frente a frente, nossos olhos se encontraram, seus olhos brilhavam como uma noite cheio de estrelas, uma noite de estrela cadente..., Seus olhos...me hipnotizavam, morena mas conseguia ver suas bochechas rosadas, apanhei uma das flores que estava ao nosso lado, e coloquei em sua orelha jogando seus cabelos para trás, nosso amor é tão profundo que sem nenhuma palavra dita conseguimos expressar a profundidade de nosso amor com apenas olhares, o silêncio era tão lindo quanto as canções dos pássaros, coloquei meus joelhos ao chão de terra, n me importava se iria sujar pois so conseguia pensar no quanto a amava e não podia voltar atrás, porquê estava bêbada...,bêbada pelo vinho do amor, e assim disse olhando nos seus olhos castanhos como o tronco da árvore que estava ao nosso lado, disse "minha querida Isabel Felipa da Costa Morgado, queira me dar a honra de ser minha amada julieta e de eu ser seu romeu?, antes e depois que a morte chegue, ainda estaremos juntas como romeu e Julieta...queres ser minha esposa" e assim tirei um pequeno objeto do meu bolso esquerdo do paletó. "E meu amor para todo o sempre?..." Ela levou sua mão até mim e coloquei o anel em seu dedo, ela sorriu de orelha a orelha e seu rosto estava ainda mais vermelho, ela estava feliz, ela me puxou, e assim nos beijamos, e tivemos um felizes para sempre...como romeu e Julieta so que vivos.

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