Brb just crying over the idea that Hange would ABSOLUTELY be the person to gush about Jeanâs artistic talent and want to hang his sketches (even if he didnât like them) on the wall of their office in a huge frame
Then they tell everyone who comes in for something that âOne of my scouts made that! No he didnât trace! Heâs so talented, isnât he!â
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Authorâs Notes: This is a very late birthday present for @darknightvirgil who i hope enjoys this!Â
They meet in a crowd, both of them there to find the same thing. They meet in a crowd, unaware of each otherâs identity, unaware of who the person in front of them is - and who they represent.
There is Virgil, young and sweet, protective and paranoid - he watches shadows shift from the corners of his eyes until they manifest into familiar faces, and he does not relax. There is Virgil, the youngest of the House of Storm, the most protected - the most wary. He fits into his house, lives up to its reputation - the wary, the snappish, the rude - in the way a hand fits a glove. He fits into his house - in appearance, in dress, in demeanor, in every way that does not matter.
There is Roman, young and proud, confident and insecure. He watches people talk, sees the politics in each sentence, each word exchanged as easily as the gold coins they use to barter in place of precious goods - as if they are worth the clinking of inflated currency, as if they can represent the hours of work and the exhaustion of the people that made them. There is Roman, the middle child of the House of Embers, the most ignored - the most flamboyant. He stands out from his house, leaves behind its reputation - the quiet, the observant - in the way a baby carelessly tosses a toy to the ground for a better one. He stands out from his house - in personality, in manner, in every way that does matter.
They meet in a crowd - hundreds of people gathered to celebrate a yearly festival, coloured powder billowing around them like little clouds. Their eyes are wide, drawn to the other across the crowd each time they look away; they find themselves gravitating to each other like collapsing stars, unable to avoid each otherâs gravity.
They do not exchange names, but they part ways having found a glimpse what they were searching for. It changes them, in imperceptible ways, in ways that are difficult to understand beyond the simple understanding that they are not the person they were before.
After that, they try to find each other - they scour busy markets, passing each other unknowingly as they search for the haunting gaze that once held theirs that night. They scour festivals, attend ones they are forbidden from entering, not caring for the consequences that their actions carry for them. They search the night sky, eyes glimmering for the glimpse of the stars they found in each otherâs gaze.
Itâs a month before they find each other, an unquantifiable period of undying flames that are finally, finally, quenched at the meeting of seeking eyes. They know who they are now - they wear the colours of their house proudly around them, proudly and defensively. And they know, in the brief meeting that they share: they are ill-fated.
They carry the information in different ways, but both of them grieve.
Virgil carries it like a curse, like everything else in his life. He carries it silently, does not indicate his feelings beyond the darkening of eye-shadows under his eyes akin to a symbol of a lost love. Whispers fill the streets, wondering at the forlorn child of Storms - wondering who stole his heart. Wondering who had the courage to break it.
Roman carries it like mask, as he has always done. No one notices the droop in Romanâs shoulders, the weight that they carry - Atlas stuck under the sky of forbidden knowledge. No one wonders after Roman - why should they? Roman doesnât allow his grief to be seen, doesnât allow the world to know the way his heart aches for the one he cannot have.
Itâs a red love, an ill-fated one, a defective one. A remorseful one. A destructive one.
An enmity lies between the two houses, running centuries deep. History has forgotten the spark behind the flames, but not the burning inferno that the flames gave rise to. There is none who escape the flames unscathed.
Each house has graves accounted to the other. Graves of children, of adults - the inferno is as unforgiving as it is everlasting. It spares none, and it doesnât spare them.
Virgil and Roman try, for all itâs worth. They try to escape the burden of their homes, running away under a dark nightâs cover, the stars their guide. They marry under silence, rings binding their souls together even when they know separation approaches like an unforgiving master. They take comfort in the rings, the shine of gold that promises a treacherous hope.
Together.
But together has never been possible, not for them - not for the outcasts of families who care more for reputation, for history, than they do for the children they bear into the world. They do not care for the peace Virgil finds in Roman - for the way he lets down his guard, for the way his shoulders loosen as the burden of fear is finally lifted. They do not care for the tranquility Roman finds in Virgil - for the way he opens himself, for the love that Virgil returns to him.
They are found, and they are separated.
The next week, Virgil is engaged to a foreign minister - with kind eyes and freckles and circular glasses. Heâs not Roman - he isnât the dark eyes that shine only with a light Virgil knows, he isnât a heart too afraid to open to others in fear of rejection. He isnât Roman.
Roman finds himself in front of the head of his family, the strictness of his motherâs gaze finally focused on him in a way he has craved from childhood. He finds that he doesnât care much for it, doesnât care for the cruelty that hides behind dark eyes that mirror his own.
They do not meet again. Not in that lifetime. They were not meant to meet.
Itâs years - eons, lifetimes - later that they meet. In a crowd, wide-eyed with deja-vu crawling up their throats as they search for someone who should be standing for their side.
This time, Roman takes Virgilâs hand, gentle and sweet and caring, and introduces himself with a flourish bow. This time, Virgil smiles, slow and soft and kind, and ducks his head, mumbling his name.
They do not lose each other this time; there is no one to tell them that they cannot meet, and so they do. They meet each other in the hallways of their university, in coffee shops, in local grocery stores. Everywhere they look, they can find each other.
It settles a restlessness in both their souls, a puzzle piece slotting into a waiting spot without whispering a single word. Their worlds suddenly seem to have more colour, the sounds crisper.
They find each other, strangers but not, meeting finally after having been denied for lifetimes. They do not let each other go.
Iâm on a sick leave and Iâm spending my time watching various shows, making scenarios for my players and writing fanfiction...
...trying to write fanfiction :/ Iâm mainly sitting and trying to revise the first part, because there are things that need change. So I marked them in the text and... thatâs all. Fuck my inability to really rewrite things :/ I should have had âChasing Ghostsâ published by the Christmas, along with first chapter of âLoyaltiesâ (and maybe with âBefore They Cameâ...), but, no, me being me...
Transformers fans, I know many of you watches my blog by now... what is the Cybertronian equivalent of âassholeâ?
When I said smutty vampire au I was serious so just in time for gooning hours:
Exsanguination
Ship: Jean Kirschtein/Pieck Finger; Mikasa Ackermann/Eren Jäeger
WC: 9.8k
Summary: Jean Kirschtein is a premier realtor in a small city in Bavaria. Well-loved by the common folk and upper-crust alike, heâs sought out for many favors and trusted with great tasks, but when he happens upon the strange idea from a madman that vampires may be responsible for a death in a nearby village, his entire perception of the world is about to become upended, especially when it comes in the entrancing shape of a little woman in a green dress.
I hope you all enjoy the dirty dirty vampire smut Ď(ď˝â´)Ď
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What the 104th Cadet Corps keeps for pets (or not)
(Plus bonus Porco and Pieck)
Eren: Unfortunately developed SEVERE allergies to anything with dander when he was younger, to the point where if he visits a friend with a pet, they have to put them in a separate room and vacuum and disinfect before he comes over. Yes he still aggressively loves dogs, yes he feels terrible about it. Mikasa started getting him plants so he feels like he still gets to care for a creature and he gets wildly protective over his carnivorous plants (they all have names and his favorite is his pitcher plant named Lucifer). Tried a cockatiel but it was WAY too loud and messy for him so he re-homed it to Hange.
Mikasa: Mikasa is a plant mom through and through. Since Eren is allergic to pets, she decides that the only logical response to that predicament is to turn their apartment into a jungle. They have over 50 plants and her favorite is her variegated Thai Constellation monstera that sheâs raised for eight years and is taller than Eren. Itâs her prized possession and her name is Artemis. Worth several hundred dollars. One may gently caress her leaves in appreciation.
Armin: LOVES animals and happily rescues them off the streets to send to the humane society. He started with a lazy tuxedo cat named Binx but recently got very into fish keeping and has a half-moon betta named Leo. Freaks out when Mikasa gifts him a plant without researching if itâs toxic to pets (it never is and she knows this)
Annie: Didnât originally like pets because she never had any as a kid but Binx grew on her and now theyâre inseparable. One can find her constantly grooming him and complimenting his dashing formalwear. Lets him sleep in the bed with her.
Reiner: GUINEA PIGS!!!! He has a pair of piggies named Bonnie and Clyde and he lets them crawl on top of him when heâs home alone. He likes how quiet and cuddly they are with him and they give him something to love and take care of, as well as a sense of uniqueness because theyâre a bit less common than dogs or cats and guests love to meet them. Mikasa is obsessed with them and Eren fights his allergies like his life depends on it to be around them.
Bertholdt: Has a poodle named Pixie that serves as his emotional support pet. Sheâs very quiet and friendly and everyone teases Bert because Pixie looks just as lanky as he does. Jean mentions that the rumors are true that pet owners look like their pets and Bert fully agrees. Pixie loves the park and knows a ton of tricks. She can play tug of war like nobodyâs business and weirdly always smells like lavender.
Historia: Has a bunny that Ymir tolerates. The bunny doesnât care to be handled and so Historia prefers to tell people âStella prefers to be observed and worshipped.â She emphasizes her disdain for people who get bunnies as Easter gifts. Likes dogs and would like a Border Collie someday but doesnât want Stella to feel replaced or be in any danger.
Ymir: Does not have pets. Doesnât really like pets because the commitment is exhausting. Cannot keep plants alive if the world depended on it after Mikasa tried several times with beginner-level plants. OCCASIONALLY cleans Stellaâs cage when Historia is busy but generally leaves her to do it because sheâs so particular. Would never admit that she does enjoy the sound of Stella eating hay every once in a while.
Marco: Used to have a mutt as a kid but it passed away and he had a really hard time dealing with it and hasnât had any desire to get another dog. Has a little gerbil though named Herbie and he lets him run around on his stuff in his bedroom.
Jean: Has a Blue Heeler named Max that he would take a bullet for. Takes Max to the park to play with Pixie and swore up and down that he didnât like cats until this pitiful little tuxedo-tabby kitten showed up in the dumpster behind his apartment that melted his heart within seconds. He named her Bojangle (Boji for short) because he found her eating scraps of chicken out of a Bojangleâs takeout container. Boji and Max became inseparable after a couple of months and sleep together in the living room on a heated pet bed.
Connie: Has a bearded dragon named Drogon, a Ball Python named JĂśrmugand, and a Tarantula named Shelob. Everyone likes the lizard and snake but everyoneâs scared of Shelob, even Pieck is only comfortable watching her through her enclosure. Connie always asks if people want to feed Drogon his mealworms and Sasha, though she participates, told Connie that he CANNOT be buying roaches for the thing and that mealworms and crickets are objectively less disgusting.
Sasha: Has an ancient Cavalier in her apartment named Cookie and her parents have two horses, with her own pinto mare named Macaroni that she grew up riding. When Sasha and Jean and Connie come to visit the farm, Cookie and Max have the time of their lives bothering the horses, as well as the barn cat, Dolly, and her four kittens. Her parents also have a donkey, two goats, six chickens, three ducks, and a singular goose that tries and fails to fit in. Sashaâs got a whole petting zoo when sheâs not living in the city and everyone swings by for the annual Fourth of July bonfire.
Pieck: Took Mikasaâs jungle inspiration to a new level and made a miniature terrarium of rare rainforest plants where she houses two White Tree Frogs named Cha-Cha and Bugs. Boji sits and watches the frogs all the time and likes to sniff them if Pieck takes them out of their enclosure. Max, however, was banned from getting anywhere near the tank.
Porco: Keeps a geriatric Labrador named Mollie that sleeps all day, is half-blind, and everyone is secretly wondering when sheâll cross the rainbow bridge because Porco is well into his 20âs now and that dog has been around since he was seven. He plays with her in the park and hypes her up like she just won the Purina dog show Fetch Competition even though it takes her four minutes to return the tennis ball he tossed twenty feet away.
âYouâre more important to me than a drawing, okay?â
Ch 11 of Our Whole Lives are Ahead of Us is now live!!! This one is raw as Hell (to quote my beta reader lmao)
CW: animal death
Jean, now a high-profile target in a yeagerist-backed civil war, must make a harrowing escape from the outskirts of Shiganshina to the train depot to make it to the port before itâs captured. Unfortunately, not all sailing is smooth, and Jean is directly confronted with the consequences of his mistakes, having to look inward at his own perceptions of himself and the things that drive his heart. (featuring the much-needed Connie Crash- Outâ˘)
Thank you all for continuing to read! Jeanpiku WILL reunite in time! Poor kiddos are just in way over their heads (ăËシСシË)