- How bodies decompose
- Wilderness survival skills
- Mob mentality
- Other cultures
- What it takes for a human to die in a given situation
- Common tropes in your genre
- Average weather for your setting
you know what I do when I don’t like a character?
- I don’t talk about them.
- I don’t go into their tag.
- If I see an edit of them, I ignore it.
- I may even blacklist their name if the dislike is strong enough.
you know what I don’t do when I don’t like a character?
- go in their tag
- reblog edits of them just to complain
- make posts about them
- in general, I don’t waste my time and breath on them
it’s….it’s a remarkably simple concept
it makes life a whole lot nicer
Homer, The Iliad (via irilium)
when thinking about your ot3, consider this:
• which two team up to try and stop the other from buying ugly furniture for the house?
• which one is always bringing home silly hats to put on the more serious partner’s head?
• which one is constantly talking with their mouth full, and which partner gets offended by their bad manners?
• who does the taxes
• who tries to help with the taxes and only makes it more difficult
• which partner is morally against paying taxes
Chapter Title: Net Force Zero
Word Count: 10,716
Mature Warnings: Swearing, spoilers, science, and smut
Summary: Net Force Zero—that blessed state where there is no pull. No push. Nothing but the suspension, the stasis that Mikasa and Levi find in one another’s arms.
Author’s Note: I started this fanfiction a year ago as a simple summer writing exercise. A year later, it is finally finished and I could never have imagined the kind readers, the supportive messages, and the patience all of you had in waiting for its completion. This was a very emotional chapter to write in many different ways and I hope some of its impact will be felt by you as you read it. All I can say in the end is thank you dear readers and I hope you enjoy the last part of Tension in Three Parts.
Thank you to fukushuu, megillien, and zumisumi especially for all the different ways you supported me.
Mikasa is at least 20 years old in this fanfiction and there are some canon deviations.
Chapter 1: Tension | Chapter 2, Part 1: Ultimate Strength | Chapter 2, Part 2: Stress and Strain | Chapter 3, Part 1: Equilibrium
Hey guys, the first week is finally over and school’s already sucked all the energy out of me. BUT it is officially the start of my three day weekend, so i’ll be posting more of the prompts up. Anyways, here’s a ‘drabble’, i tried to keep it short but it still ended up to be like 600 words *sigh* hope you like it! Thanks for the prompt, Anon!
Anonymous: rivamika drabble, please! - broken engagement, unrequited love.
He stood across from her in the center of the grand hall, humoring her with a discussion that spoke of everything and nothing all at once, and although the room seemed to be bathed in a near royal bronze, the sheer size of the establishment only seemed to emphasize the emptiness of its halls and the glassiness of her gaze. He knew it was only a matter of time before they spoke about the topic at hand; she could only stall for so long, and the hold on his feigned ignorance was slipping with each passing second.
The minute he’d seen her, he immediately knew that something was wrong- that something was off about her- and in that moment he had noticed that the ring was no longer on her finger, but more importantly, that the scarf was no longer wound around her neck. It was the first time he had seen her throat so exposed and with careful precision, he took note of its alabaster shine and the soft curve at its base. It was bare and delicate, like her, and suddenly he knew all that he needed to know.
She looked as she normally did, sleek and refined, almost detached within her cool demeanor, and if he were anyone else he would have been fooled. He knew, however, that she was valiantly trying to forget; attempting to erase memories of wedding bands and scarlet cloth- of green eyes that looked adoringly into icy blue, but never towards the stormy grey that had watched him for so long. They both knew her attempt was futile.
don’t say you’re a writer if you just write fanfiction for your entertainment. you’re only a writer if you kill a bear with a typewriter to appease the spirit of hemingway and slather yourself in ink in tribute to shakespeare, the one true over-penis of literature.
he is not broken, and she is not picky. a commission for megillien, who asked for grey-ace!Levi coming to terms with his attraction to demi!Mikasa by training with her, sort of. you’ll see!
She storms into his office without knocking, stares him down without a greeting, and slams her hands on the table without ceremony. Her eyes are at once steely and ablaze, and Levi doesn’t have to squint to see the snarl that tugs at the corner of her mouth. Only the words she spits like poison take him aback.
“What the hell is your problem?”