first of all, love your writing! your angst gives me actual pain in my chest. second, would you take a request for james returning and seeing clem without her leg? (perhaps he remembers what he said about breaking her leg in the cave :]c)
Awh, thank you love! That’s the sweetest compliment I’ve ever received! I sure would; more angst, comin’ right up!
However, I noticed something, this ask also does not specify whether it’s headcannons or imagines. Again, I’ll let it slide, but this is the second and last time I will be doing so, everyone! Only because this request is really cool, pffft.
When James returned to his barn, the last thing he expected to see was Clementine, sitting on the ground, bleeding out, her own severed leg casually laying next to her.
He’d completely frozen, looking at the unconscious girl with wide eyes.
James raced to her side, completely forgetting about their argument in the cave.
He cups her cheek and moves her head to face him, heart beating far too fast for it to be natural.
“Clementine?” He whispers, not realizing how shaken he was until his voice left him wobbly and unstable.
She did not respond.
He would place a hand at her neck or wrist to check for a pulse, but he doesn’t know where to put it.
The Whisperers weren’t too big on caring for the injured.
He settled for placing his ear to her chest to listen for a heartbeat.
At that same moment, a groan sounded from above him.
He jumped backwards, away from her.
“James?” She called drowsily, eyes not quite open but still a relieving hazel.
Said boy released a breath he did not know he had been holding.
“You’re alive,” he breathed, then looked down, “your leg…”
She chuckled humorlessly. “Hope you weren’t still planning on breaking it.”
James flinched.
“Clementine, I–”
“Forget it, James.”
“No,” he says sternly.
He reaches for her hand and sighs.
“You could have died,” he murmurs, horrified at his own words, “and your last memory of me would have been…”
“Aren’t you still mad?” Clementine asks, tilting her head.
“Who cares?” James answers, hugging her instead.
Me too gurl
I miss Jane. I don’t give two shits whether the fandom loves her or hates her, Jane is awesome.
Hello there! Am I able to maybe request a oneshot/HC where either Armin or his s/o gets injured, and one is treating the other’s wounds in a sort of exasperated but also fond sort of way, if that makes any sense? Maybe also like a light massage as well just to help relieve stress? Feeling in a very fluffy mood rn haha - thank you so so much, totally okay if you’re swamped with RQs - I absolutely adore your work anyway ❤️
this was cute and the lack of Armin content on this blog should be a crime.
You were feeling... like this "😞🥺😞"
Armin cleaned up the little scratches on your arms and was now cleaning and dressing the largest and deepest wound on your upper thigh.
He did this all in complete silence, not even looking up at you once.
The atomosphere was tense.
It was safe to say he was upset with you and your reckless actions that he's told you over and over to drop and replace with caution and thought.
You knew he was beyond mad but he still took care of you with gentle and attentive touches.
"Armin..." You called for him quietly.
He paused for a half a second upon hearing your voice but continued to clean your cut not even looking at you.
"Are you mad at me?" Stupid question. You both knew the answer.
The silence continued and he started to wrap the white gauze around your thigh.
"Armin, I'm sorry... Can you at least look at me?"
The whole time he could still feel your unwavering gaze on him and your pleads wre enough to make his heart sad.
There was a reason why he wasn't looking at you because he knew if he did he would give into you. Right now you needed to learn a lesson.
Armin suddenly spoke making your heart flutter.
"I don't ask much from you, (Name).. But what I do ask is that you be more careful when we're on missions and you're facing immense danger. I love you and how much of a free spirit you are, that's why I fell in love with you. You give me hope. But, with that free spirit comes with rash and reckless decisions. I don't think you understand just how afraid I am of losing you, I can't.. I just can't. We have to get out of here and find a better life and I can't do that without you."
Armin's voice was confident and unwavering but it very soft.
You looked down at your hands and played with your thumbs: you felt bad.
"Hey," Armin picked up your chin with his knuckle. Your (color) eyes met his big blue ones. "Just promise me you'll be more careful, that's all I want from you."
You nodded quickly. "I promise!"
Armin smiled at your cuteness and caressed your cheek with his thumb.
"I'll hold you to that promise."
My newest fan animation of Chapter 112 from Attack on Titan :D
OMMMGGGG
Hooo,so this is
Colour Wheel Theory of Love developed by psychologist John Alan Lee. Guess which two remind one of NaruSaku
AU where everything is exactly the same except Adam never turns into a beast and just needs to learn some manners
This beast is finally done o(-(
we were supposed to animate a page from a children’s storybook for class, and like a chump I chose the highly complex illustrations of Beatrix Potter;;;;;;
Anyways, I actually really like how this came out, especially for how much time I had (a week) and how little experience i have with this program :0
Saw this on warrens wiki page and thought it was neat
Amazing and Magical
photos by seventeen year old swiss photographer etienne francey, who has been taking pictures of the natural world around his home since he was nine.