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At age five, the grocer’s wife cracked a stick over Levi’s knuckles when he reached for an apple. It took years for that ache to heal. At age twelve, he took that stick from her hands and broke every window pane in their storefront. At age seventeen he bought his first apple from the grocer himself. It was mealy and had spots, but it was his, he’d paid for it with his own money—sure it was dirty money, but still. At nineteen, he joined the Survey Corps and the rations were better than anything he’d ever tasted in the underground.

He never forgot Isabel’s face their first day training on mounts.

“They give the horses apples,” she whispered to Levi, face ashen.

“Only the rotten ones,” Dita said grinning, feeding a spotted apple to a mare and completely unaware of the horror in their expressions.

That was it. That was the moment he realized his life, Isabel’s, his mother’s…everyone in the Underground was worth less than beasts. Even the luxuries he was denied as a child were fed to the livestock as slop.

If he could have, Levi would have given Isabel apples every day. On his last ride outside the walls, they passed by an abandoned orchard. He snagged one for himself. The first bite was so crisp, the juice fell down his chin and onto his cravat. He’d frowned at that, but the taste was unbelievable, like nothing he’d ever experienced. It didn’t have the brine of walled life on it. It was unsullied and wild.

As a captain of the Survey Corps, he learned that he had to lead by example. He lived a spartan existence. The higher ups look for any reason to withhold funding. He kept his meals small, but proportional. He passed by stands of overpriced fruit in the market. He knew he could easily slip one into his pocket without the store owners seeing him—and if they did who would deny Humanity’s Strongest?—yet he kept walking. Tea was his only vice and now they were getting whole shipments for free from the Reeves Corporation thanks to his little side deal.

At a meeting with Zacklay and the other Commanders they offered him sugar for his tea. Typical Military Police gluttony. He declined the artfully shaped sugar cubes, instead taking his seat by Erwin in his usual show of silent support.

Eren sat in on the meeting, as the plans often included him or his abilities, but he had a hard time paying attention. He nodded his head and then jerked awake, wiping a spot of drool from his chin. He caught Levi looking and flushed in embarrassment. Levi turned his attention back to the meeting. When he next looked over at Eren, the bowl of sugar cubes was empty. Levi’s eyes trailed from the empty container to Eren’s face pointedly. Eren pretended to look outside at the birds. Levi glowered.

Levi waited until after the meeting to say something. He didn’t want the other Commanders to think he didn’t have complete control over his subordinate. It wouldn’t bode well for the Survey Corps or Eren’s life. Levi fell into step behind Eren as they made it to headquarters. Sensing his Captain behind him, Eren quickened his pace. Levi stepped around him, cutting off Eren’s path to escape.

Before Levi could utter a single word of admonishment, Eren pressed a sugar cube to his lips. Levi’s mouth closed around it. Eren kept his finger there, his lips hovering over Levi’s own. Levi could feel Eren’s panting breath against him, hesitant and unsure of what to do next. His thumb brushed against each little grain of sugar still left on Levi’s parted mouth, index finger caught under Levi’s chin.

And just like that, he was gone. Eren staggered back, shoulders tight, face pinched, his entire body preparing for Levi to chastise or punish him. Taking advantage of Levi’s shock, he ran down the hallway in the opposite direction.

Levi stood there, tongue rolling over the treat, looking out at the sunny day.

“Huh,” he said to himself.

That day Levi bought a whole bushel of apples for the kids at the orphanage.

Hurricane Maria devastated Puerto Rico on September 20th. There are shipping containers loaded with hurricane relief supplies. Right now, one week later. But Donald Trump refuses to suspend an archaic law called the Jones Act that would free the shipment containers to go to Puerto Rico. Trump suspended the Jones Act for Texas and Florida, after hurricanes Irma and Harvey, but he refuses to do the same for Puerto Rico.

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There’s a new source of explosives being trafficked in and out of Kerch, and by dumb luck Jesper is the one stuck with the bombmakers salesboy. One a year younger than him with ruddy curls and a grumpy attitude. Business deals are quite an event between these two.

Jesper didn’t like the idea of being Kaz Brekker’s errand boy, but in all truth, that’s what he was. Of course he had other uses–more defining characteristics that proved him important to his gang, The Dregs. Such as being the best sharpshooter in all of Kerch. Being a dark, gorgeous man with a shining personality. Jesper could go on.

It was times like these that he felt…under-used. His talents could be needed elsewhere, in a number of places actually. Saints knows with the Dregs always stirring up trouble, they could use a good Zemeni by their side. Jesper was definitely a man you wanted on your side in a firefight.

Not coddling the accountant who shipped half the bombs in Kerch.

It was a mix of emotions for Jesper. On one hand, he surely had better things to do. Play some cards. Hit on some pretty people. Polish his revolvers. On the other hand though, he found there was something he looked forward to when visiting the man behind the explosives.

Hopelessly shy, small, caring Wylan Hendriks. Innocent puppy, Wylan.

Jesper just couldn’t resist torturing the fellow. His visits were short, his sentences even shorter, and his eye contact level nonexistent. A puppy in a room full of fighting dogs.

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Jumin Han x Artist! Reader (part 3)

“Close your eyes,” instructs the make up artist, dusting a soft brush across your nose and cheeks. Remaining still as they continue to add finishing touches, you smile as they step back to view their work. After a moment of study, they nod and announce you’re good to go. You watch as they begin rearranging items in their kit, slightly disappointed that they don’t bother to offer a mirror. However, since the shoot calls for an approachable, natural-faced pet owner, it isn’t likely that they did anything drastic.

You’re left to your own devices after they walk away, and a fluttering, nervous feeling arises in your stomach. Your eyes sweep the room in search of something familiar, but the constant shifting of the studio’s busy staff is dizzying. All around you people are walking hurriedly from place to place, pushing squeaky racks of clothing and dragging boxes full of props. You do your best to avoid getting in the way, but begin to feel more and more out of place the longer you stand and do nothing.

Suddenly a woman bursts through the double doors, causing a momentary pause in the buzzing of the room. Her shrill voice cuts through the gap, and everyone goes silent to hear her announcement. “Our directors are here! Please give our guest photographer a warm welcome!” Not a moment later, the double doors swing open and Jumin walks in accompanied by the photographer.

“Good evening, directors!” the room cheers. The people nearest the door stop what they’re doing to bow and thank the photographer for his time, as well as greet Jumin. You watch as the men smile politely to the staff and weave through the crowd. As they disappear from view, you look back to the door just in time to see it burst open and startle the awestruck staff surrounding it. Jaehee, flustered and grumbling, struggles to keep the door open with her shoulder, her hands occupied by a large file folder and Elizabeth 3rd.

Someone comes to her rescue by holding the door, but she hardly seems to notice. Instead, Jaehee hands off her folder to someone nearby and asks something that makes the group by the door point in your direction. She spots you immediately, offering a small wave before walking toward you with Elizabeth yowling in her arms. No one gets in her way. In fact, someone clears a path after recognizing her.

“How are you?” Jaehee says with a nod. “We should be starting the shoot in about five minutes. You don’t mind holding her until then, do you?” Although you’re about to say yes, Jaehee doesn’t wait for it. She dumps Elizabeth in your arms and sighs as she attempts to wipe away the remaining cat hair. “I’m sorry if I seem eager to get rid of her,” she laughs, letting her arms fall to her sides, “but I really can’t stand the fur. Anyway, have you been? I hope the environment hasn’t made you too nervous.”

You’re touched by her concern, and say that you plan on working through the butterflies. “Oh, good,” Jaehee smiles. “Thank you for filling in on such short notice, by the way. Have you signed for payment yet?” You shake your head and tell her that Jumin told you she’d take care of everything. Jaehee sighs, mumbling under her breath as she checks the time. “Okay, wait here until I get back. If the shoot begins before then, I’ll have the paperwork ready to sign when you’re finished.”

Jaehee turns on her heel, and you call out quick a thank you before the crowd eats her up. “What a busy bee, right Elizabeth?” You look down as you scratch the cat’s soft fur, softly laughing to yourself as she closes her eyes and leans into your touch. At the same moment, a flash occurs, replacing your smile with a look of surprise.

“Oh good! This lighting’s perfect!” the photographer says cheerfully. He looks up from his camera to smile at you. “Looks like you weren’t ready! Don’t worry though, I’m just testing the settings.” Nodding, you smile as he continues to take various shots from different angles. Once he seems satisfied, he orders the backdrop to be changed and walks over to show Jumin the results. After receiving an approving nod, the photographer resumes his position and shouts, “Bring in the food!”

A staff member jogs up and neatly pours the cat food into a sliver dish, placing it at your feet. After they’re gone, you follow the photographer’s instructions to lower Elizabeth and pet her as she eats. At first you’re crouched over her, but the photographer laughs and comes over to position you in a way that’s more elegant. Your face burns in embarrassment as you realize everyone has their eyes on you, but to the photographer it comes off as a youthful blush. “Yes! That’s what I want to see! Now pick up the cat for a close up.” You’re thankful that Elizabeth is patient as you handle her, but an assistant is constantly brushing you off with a lint roller between shots.

When break is finally called, someone hauls Elizabeth away and offers you a seat at the makeup desk. However, instead of being approached by the makeup artist, you’re approached by Jaehee and her clipboard. “You’re doing well,” she praises, “but I was reading through the documents and…well there must be some sort of mistake. You’re not really doing this for free, are you?”

“Oh, that’s not a mistake,” you laugh, taking the pen she offers. “Mr. Han and I agreed that he would send the shelter a free shipment of cat food in exchange for my help. Now, where am I supposed to sign?”

Jaehee pushes her glasses higher on her nose in shock. “All this for those animals? I admire your dedication.” You shrug and scribble your signature in the places she points to, admitting that you actually enjoyed yourself today. “I wish I could say the same,” she sighs, “but events like this only cause my schedule to get busier. So, if you’ll excuse me…” She offers a parting nod, and you wish her luck before she hurries away again.

Poor Jaehee. I hope she gets a break soon.

The thought dissolves as soon as you realize Jumin is walking in your direction. Immediately you stand from your chair and smile, gently dusting the cat hair from your thighs. “Hello, Mr. Han. Is it time for the second half already?”

Jumin smiles at you in a polite, rehearsed sort of way. “Rearing to go, are we? Thanks to your skill with Elizabeth 3rd, the photographer and I don’t think it will be necessary. Well done.” You thank him for the compliment, but Jumin quickly moves onto his next order of business.

“I wanted to let you know that I’ll be coming home late this evening,” he says with a slight sigh. “Driver Kim will drop you off at the penthouse, so expect to be picked up an hour before our decided meeting time.” You raise your eyebrows, and Jumin furrows his. “Will that be a problem?”

Shaking your head, you rub along your forearm thoughtfully. “No, it’s just…I’d rather wait until you’re home to come over.” After all, it’s not like you’re close friends or anything. Shouldn’t he be suspicious of you? Or at least mildly concerned with leaving a stranger in his home?

“Really?” Jumin asks, puzzled by your hesitance. “I thought you would enjoy having the extra time to paint.” You thank him for being so thoughtful, but add that you’d hate to intrude on his private life. Jumin considers this for a moment, and seems to realize what you’re getting at. “I see. We’re still getting to know each other, aren’t we?”

With this, Jumin places his his hands in his pockets and looks up toward the ceiling. “I suppose I should be more careful with you,” he sighs. “After all, Assistant Kang went through a lot of trouble to gather your contact information from the RFA guest directory.” Catching your eye and lowering his chin, he smiles softly. “It’d be a shame to let her efforts go to waste.”

You’re not really sure how to respond.

Jumin clears his throat, offering an apology in response to the way you blink and look away. “If I seem forward, it’s only because that approach works with most of my clients. I forget that our situation isn’t quite like that.” You nod, unsure if that was supposed to be comforting. However, Jumin brushes over it. “But I don’t understand why the idea of being alone in the penthouse bothers you so much. Isn’t that more appropriate than being alone together?

The flirtatious undertone of his words is a surprise. “Well, when you put it that way,” you say, hiding your eyes from his, “I guess it couldn’t hurt to show up early.”

“In that case, I look forward to seeing you when I get home. Take care, and thank you for your work today.” He nods before strolling away, leaving you to wonder if he’s always that strange.


For the past hour, Jumin’s tiny sofa room has been your studio.

As such, you’ve taken the liberty of setting up your collapsable easel and stool, as well as moved the coffee table closer to hold your brushes, sketchbook, and tubes of paint. You’ve carefully covered the floor with newspaper, mostly to feel better about painting over the nice rug, but it looks like it’s doing its job. Along with a few splotches of paint, the newspaper has also soaked up water that fell out of the cup as you were cleaning your brushes.

You decide to take a break after realizing how sore your arm is. Getting up to stretch the stiffness from your muscles, you step back to admire your work. Even if it’s only a sketch and a few base colors, the image you’re trying to convey can easily be identified: a white cat amongst an arrangement of blooming flowers.

“Not bad,” you mutter, placing your hands on your hips. At this point your next step should be to add more detail. That means thinking about the warmth and coolness of shadows, where the light is coming from, and the reflectivity of Elizabeth’s fur and the surrounding flowers. Sighing, you realize that there’s still a long way to go before the portrait is finished. “Well,” you say, dropping your hands to your sides, “I guess I can worry about that after I get something to drink.”

You exit the room in search of something to parch your thirst, not realizing that Elizabeth 3rd is following you until she darts through your legs. Smiling, you follow her into the lounge and see the kitchen. “Huh,” you laugh. “A cat that can read minds?” You run your fingertips across the spotless countertops as you enter the kitchen, and admire the way the light reflects off the shiny appliances. “Who keeps this place so clean?” you wonder, noticing that the tiles are as white as Elizabeth’s fur.

Jumin doesn’t cook, you realize over the soft pad of your footsteps. Or maybe his maid is too good at their job. You smirk, but begin to feel lonely in the silence of the unused kitchen. Quickly, you resume your search for something to drink.

The first place you check are the cabinets, but there’s really only a choice between wineglasses with and without stems. “Really?” you ask, checking again. There isn’t a mug or regular cup in sight. Abandoning that search, you decide to look for bottled water in the fridge instead. To your delight, there’s a whole row of them lined up for the taking.

Closing the fridge, you lean against the countertop and twist off the cap to take a sip. Your eyes wander over the kitchen as you drink, landing on a collection of cat magnets stuck to the side of the fridge. How cute. They’re fuzzy, too. Reaching out, you remove a cat that reminds you of Elizabeth, lowering your palm to show her. “Is this you?” The cat rises up on her hind legs to sniff your hand, but quickly loses interest. “I’ll take that as a ‘no’,” you laugh.

Without warning, the elevator chimes. You quickly replace the magnet. “Welcome back, Mr. Han,” you smile, meeting his eyes. “How was work?” He sighs, reaching up to unbutton his coat.

“Not very good, if I’m honest. How have things been here? Is Elizabeth around?” You set down your water and gather up the fluffy cat, walking over to meet Jumin. “We got a lot of work done. Do you want to come see it?” He drapes his coat over the back of a chair and takes Elizabeth from your arms. “I’d like that.”

You lead the way back to the sofa room and seat yourself at your easel, apologizing for the messiness of your workstation. “I’ve made a good start, but now I have to start putting in the details. I was also planning on adding more flowers. Maybe in this area here?” You gesture to what you’re talking about, and the newspaper crinkles as Jumin comes to stand behind you. “It’ll look better within the next hour or so…” you add softly.

Jumin reaches over your shoulder to tap a section of the painting. “Could you make these flowers blue? I’d like them to match her eyes, but still look natural.” Nodding, you can’t help but notice the richness of Jumin’s voice. With only a short distance keeping you apart, the lowness of his voice is emphasized. You try not to dwell on it, and move on to ask if he wants anything else added in.

“Not at the moment,” Jumin admits. He moves away and you feel the muscles in your back relax a little. He goes to sit with Elizabeth on the sofa, sinking back into its plushness with closed eyes. You take his silence as your cue to begin working again, and pick up your brush to do so.

It doesn’t take long for you to get lost in your focus. In fact, you’re startled to hear Jumin break the long silence. “If you don’t mind my asking, where did you study art?” Glancing over at him, you shift your gaze down to your palette as you blend colors.

“Nowhere special,” you smile. “I took some classes at the community college in my hometown, but other than that I’m self taught. It took years of trial and error, though.”

Jumin hums thoughtfully. “So was it your career that motivated you to come to the city?”

“No, not at all,” you laugh. “I was actually in a relationship with a guy who was going to university here. Things didn’t work out for us, but it would have been too much of a hassle to go home. And I figured that it would be smarter to stick around, since it would give me more opportunities as an artist.”

“I see. Do you plan on staying in Seoul forever?”

“I’d like to move somewhere quiter when I’m older,” you admit, staring out at the glimmering city. “But if I found a reason to stay, I would…”

Nodding to yourself, you realize that a strange sincerity has snuck it’s way into the room. It’s been a long time since you’ve thought about your future, so to discuss it with someone like this, in a tiny room with a sleeping cat, is actually kind of nice. Jumin must feel the same, because he’s different when you look at him. His lashes are low from working all day, and his eyes hold a sleepy gentleness which makes you realize you’re tired as well.

“What time is it?” You ask. Jumin pulls out his phone to check, announcing that it’s nearly eleven. Sighing, you begin cleaning your brushes and ask which sink you should dump the paint water into.

“The kitchen sink should be fine. I’ll give Driver Kim a call to take you home.” Before Jumin can do that, though, you ask if Driver Kim is still on duty. "Technically no. I already dismissed him for the day, but I’m sure he’ll understand once we explain the situation.”

Taking a moment to think it over, you realize that you don’t have anything planned tomorrow except to come back here. It wouldn’t be worth it to disturb Mr. Kim. “Why don’t you give me directions to the nearest hotel instead?” you suggest, much to Jumin’s surprise. “I’m sure Mr. Kim assumed we made arrangements, and it’s late. He’s probably sleeping.”

“Even so, it wouldn’t be right of me to send you out on your own. Like you said, it’s late.” Jumin stands, rubbing along his jaw tiredly. “If you don’t want to call a driver, I do have a guest room available. Would you like to see it?” You’re stunned for a moment, realizing that he’s completely serious. Nonetheless, you put down your things to follow him down the hall, Elizabeth trailing after.

The room is neatly kept and nothing short of elegant. “The bed’s a king and, if you’d like, I can have someone pick up something for you to wear in the morning.” Nodding, you try not to yawn noticeably. “I’m sorry to have kept you up so late. Please don’t hesitate to ask for anything.” Leaning against the doorframe, you cross your arms to consider it.

“So, I take it you’re staying?” Jumin asks. Nodding, you jokingly ask if Elizabeth can spend the night with you. Upon hearing her name, she meows, brushing herself against your legs.

Jumin raises his eyebrows. “I’m not so sure about that. Perhaps we should let her choose?” 

You laugh and step into the bedroom. “Alright. I’ll call her and, if she comes, I get her for the night.” You lower yourself to your knees and chirp Elizabeth’s name. She begins to walk toward you, sniffing the floor. Realizing you actually have a chance with his cat, Jumin calls her back. 

Eventually Jumin is crouched, you’re sitting on the floor, and Elizabeth is refusing to choose a side. You laugh at the silliness of it all, and even catch Jumin smiling to himself.

In the end, Elizabeth chooses Jumin. He’s delighted when she comes into his outstretched arms and scoops her up rather smugly. “Well then, have a good night, Miss ___. Elizabeth and I will see you in the morning.” You rise and so does he. 

“Goodnight, Mr. Han. Thank you again for everything.” You’re still smiling when you finally close the door and hop into bed.

You dream of cats with eyes of deep grey. 

Where have I seen them before?


Part 4

“My father owns the Safari Zone in Route 121. He used to charge people to enter the Zone and would make them use ‘special’ Poké Balls, which gave everyone the idea that this was where their money was going. In truth, those balls were just plain Poké Balls painted over to look fancy, and my father gets free shipments of those balls from a small Poké Ball factory his brother owns in Kalos. He made a huge profit from charging the visitors, so it didn’t take long for it to get to his head.

“He started raising the entry fees, with fees being doubled in less than a month. Visiting trainers noticed, and their number became less and less each time the price raised. To make up for it, he started cutting the salaries of his workers. In turn, his workers started quitting one by one. The whole situation made him so mad that one day, he made me and Mom pack our bags and move out to Kalos to live with his brother, and we couldn’t say anything to change his mind.

“While we were in Kalos, he tried asking himself what went wrong in the business. He started blaming the workers for leaving, then the trainers for not appreciating the Zone, until he finally realized that there was no one to blame but himself. He knew that he let his greed get the better of him, and as a result, the entire business went down the drain.

“It would be five whole years before we heard anything about the Zone again. My father got a call from one of his old business partners saying that the Pokémon he left in the area turned the Zone into a fully functioning ecosystem. Stricken with guilt, my father came back and reopened the Zone. This time, he removed the entrance fees and asked for volunteers to sustain the Zone’s day-to-day business, with he himself becoming one of these volunteers. He claimed that it was under new management, and he wasn’t really lying—by the time we moved back here, he was a changed man.

“He tells me this story all the time, and one time I jokingly told him that he should write a book about it. Apparently, he took it seriously, and you can get free copies of the book at a stand in the Zone’s entrance. As much as I’m sick of the story myself, it’s an interesting read, and it’ll be worth getting one next time you visit the Zone.”



I’m trying to raise some money for art supplies (pencils,markers,watercolors etc.) since i’ve almost finished them all,so i’ve decided to open commissions and see how it goes! These are the style i’m more comfortable with,but if you have seen anything else in my blog that might interest you just let me know and we can discuss it in private.

[Close up]
Pencil sketch + flat digital color = 6€ (add. chara +5€)
Ink lineart + flat digital color = 8€ (add. chara +6€)
Pencil lineart + watercolor = 20€ (add. chara +15€ / ink lineart +10€)

[Full Body]
Ink lineart + flat digital color = 15-20€ (add. chara + 10€) *variable*
Pencil lineart + watercolor = 40€ (add. chara +20€ / ink lineart +10€)

[Realistic Portrait]
Black and white = 80€ (background +15€)

I won’t draw
-Furry and Mecha
-Extreme gore (Blood,scars and bruises are ok)

-If i don’t feel comfortable with the subject i have the right to decline the commission.
-Private use only.
-Upfront payment through PayPal
-Shipment option only available for watercolor pieces and realistic portraits.

[over 35€ shipment it’s free and you’ll get a little gift/letter from me]

If you’re interested send me an e-mail at and try to make your request as detailed as possible (poses,colors,reference pictures,style,etc.).

In case you have any doubt,don’t hesitate to ask!! (You can also send me a message on here)

And the winners are...

Nobody yet. Actually I know who they are, but I’m not telling. Tomorrow I will perform the winning poems in a private spoken-word poetry slam event that will be videotaped and uploaded to my channel next week. I will contact the winners soon to arrange shipment of free Official Katya blouses. Thank you for your poems. Many of them were bad. But many of them were good.


PSSSST! The holidays are coming, and i have a new screen print for sale! 
‘The man who knew everything’ , a limited edition of 25, printed by me on a delicious 300 g’ Munken paper, signed and numbered, obviously. 
30 Euros. FREE SHIPMENT IN EUROPE (And Israel because i’m visiting soon). 
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