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purrsuit1 · 8 months
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A little wip for you all 🤍
I’m a bit slower due to personal reasons but I’m trying my best to finish this one asap :’)
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sonofthesaiyans · 1 month
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I was just wondering, in regards to my earlier repost......would it have made a lot more sense to position the Tyburs as Eren's main opponent in saving Paradis and thus making them a more proactive presence, regardless of whether the Rumbling remains canon?
The Tyburs are as I said before, an utterly underwhelming factor of the story given how quickly they are killed after the truly baffling revelation that they are Eldian themselves governing Marley. And General Theo Magath hardly justifies his involvement as he too is killed off criminally early in his campaign to stop Eren and perhaps even is too quick to see the error of his ways in the pacing of the final arc. Sure him seeing how badly Marley screwed itself is a slightly better executed "arc" compared to Gabi's bullshit story where she still faced nothing for her crimes, but his impact is still middling by the time he dies with Keith at his side.
Perhaps if Willy had been leading the charge and Lara was actually built up as a warrior in her own right and not some random homemaker lady with no plot or personality to go by....or if someone else had been given the bloody Warhammer and actually executed its awesome power.....I mean it's an Eldian clan willing to wipe out their own kind up against the Eldians determined to reclaim their place in the world, I feel like the points expressed through characters like Magath or even Garbage Braun could have been better conveyed through the Tyburs going up directly against Eren rather than further distracting us with one plot that proved inconsequential and several character arcs that further distracted from the main flow of the story.
And to those of you still foaming at the mouth at Willy's iconic death in "Declaration of War", save your spazzing out for someone who gives a damn, that episode is as shit as the rest of this three year long final season. It's a stupid death when you consider how it voided such a puzzling revelation on Marley's side of the story.
Obviously I haven't worked out all the finer details so I'm sure there's some holes in my logic.....but I feel like several major points could have been salvaged with a different approach here. Something I think worth discussing.
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Shout-out to @glassesntea for their original post on the topic of the Tyburs. I think if you're going to introduce this kind of information into the story, you should follow through on it. Make it come full circle. Isayama really dropped the ball on this, harder than when Gabbitch Braun was dropped on her head at birth.
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jeanbie · 1 year
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i loved ur modern porco teen hcs !! can you please do a part 2?
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MODERN! PORCO HEADCANONS #2 ★ masterlist.
⏤ some more pock headcanons for you ^^ think i'm running out of teenage headcanons, maybe next time i'll graduate him to uni level :P enjoy anyway! thank u for sending me this!! part one here!
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porco really likes junji ito artwork and for christmas, annie didn’t know what to get him so she got him an art collection book of his stuff which kinda set him off
he really likes sci-fi books
constantly changes his music taste but he never downloads any music nor does he have any playlists - he just listens to whatever the day gives him through pre-made playlists and radios
he started liking his lifeguard job significantly more when he got promoted from baby pool duty to adult free swim (hot chicks)
but i think porco actually really likes kids, he likes how honest they are and how much fun they have with anything they have
he’s quite easily led by what he hears and reads online so eventually he made the commitment to just erase majority of his social medias - all he uses now are instagram, snapchat, bereal and he cut down on his reddit usage (congrats pock)
he hates reading the news
he’s still kinda pursuing design engineering (uni is just around the corner) but he’s still got that interest in aviation - he thinks he might look into aviation engineering or aerospace engineering or something like that
he can still handle his drinking quite well - zeke is older and says that’ll come in handy when pock goes to uni
he always picks the skin around his fingers when he feels anxious, which seems to be a lot these days
and he gets nervous rashes over his chest sometimes
he likes rock climbing and bouldering in his spare time, and took it up with reiner when he confessed he didn’t really wanna do it alone
he’s more of a dog person than a cat person and is that guy who always wants to sit with the dog at the party or wants to stroke the dog that’s walking across the road
thinks that burger king is better than kfc and will die on that hill (and he’s dying there alone)
always wishes he had a younger brother like zeke and eren
he loves eren a lot and likes to indulge in eren’s interests sometimes to try and imagine what it could have been like if his mom had pushed out a third one after porco
really wants tattoos but he gets bored of things too quickly and he thinks he’ll end up hating all of them
only types with two fingers on a keyboard (he’s so me)
likes jazzy, soul ballads 
one time, he thought he had a crush on pieck, and they danced together at prom and they discovered that porco is a pretty good dancer
wants his hair to look like john wick some day
he’s afraid of mice and rodents
wants to travel outside of his hometown for uni but is always afraid that one day he might not be close with his friends back home anymore and that makes him really sad
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livvyisb0red · 6 months
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been thinking about levi ackerman x reader stuff.
specifically captain x cadet…
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jaegersdevil · 1 month
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dancing in the rain? - eren jaeger [canon divergence]
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"you said it wasn't gonna rain!"
eren throws you a side glance, rolling his eyes in the process. "and you chose to listen."
after sticking your tongue out at him, you both turn your attention to the problem at hand. standing under the short storefront awning, you and eren hold numerous packages of bread in your arms, watching the rain pelt the cobblestones before you.
"well," he says, peering down the street. "let's go."
you furrow your eyebrows as you watch him dart through the rain and under the awning of the store across the street. having been in marley for 2 years, you've gotten used to the modern life it provided. yet you couldn't help but imagine if this were on paradis, you wouldn't feel the overpowering sense of dread in your chest.
"are you crazy?" you laugh, teeth beginning to chatter.
eren waves you over. "some say so!"
you meet his stare across the way, giggling to yourself at his brown hair stuck to his forehead.
"quit laughing at me," eren scolds before smiling widely. "you'll look worse than me in a second."
"impossible!" looking up at the dark clouds above, you raise your shoulders to your ears when you step out into the downpour, footsteps quick as you run towards him.
you knock into eren when you make it under the covering, making him look down at you. have his eyes always been this green?
"ready?" he challenges, one foot already in the rain. then, he takes off, and you're not far behind.
your laughter and squeals echo down the empty road, and eren can't help but look back at you in admiration. you smile at a family ducking for cover across from you, their bewildered expressions urging you to run faster to catch up with eren.
turning the corner into the street of eateries, eren notices the familiar tune of a song his mother used to hum when he was a child, flowing out of a nearby restaurant. eren glances over his shoulder at you trailing behind him, and then at the empty seating area outside the restaurant.
you barely notice him slowing down in front of you, staring at the ground to ensure you don't slip.
now, the suggestion may get him a punch in the arm, but it’s worth a shot. so, eren calls your name before you run into him, and you quickly slow, forehead creased as to why he's standing in the pouring rain and not running.
"let’s dance," and you look at him like he’s insane, moving to punch him in the arm. but, all he does is laugh, taking the packages out of your arms, and dropping the recently purchased loaves on one of the tables under the large awning. he moves toward you, grabbing your hands and pulling you back into the rain.
"eren!" you scold, jaw slack at the discarded bread. "the others will be at your throat for hindering dinner."
"i know!" he laughs, moving his hands to your waist, urging you to wrap your arms around his neck. you shake your head, your suppressed smile finally breaking across your face.
"come on! dance with me."
and so, in the middle of the sidewalk, at 5:59pm on a sunday night, in the rain, the two of you slow dance for no reason other than to soothe the burning love you have for each other.
it is one of the last times you see him.
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shirmirart · 1 year
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after a hard day of training 🌅 (AU where they all went to paradis)
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dilfsfordinner · 1 year
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“You promised you’d never leave me..”
The words were quiet, your cheeks flushed as tears rolled down them, your body wanting nothing but to yield to the man inside of you; your mind wanting nothing but to push him away, to reprimand him, yell at him for leaving you.
Soft lips trailed hurried kisses across your face and down your neck, Eren desperately trying to make up for his fault, to heal the emotional turmoil he inflicted on your heart. “I know..” his voice was heavy with regret, eyebrows knitted as he let his body do the talking, soft thrusts reinforcing the feeling of love despite your obvious anguish.
“You promised me, Ren,” your voice broke, eyes glassy and full of unshed tears, your hands coming up to hold his face, to make him look at you, to look at what he’d done.
“I’m sorry.. I’m so sorry,” Eren choked out, green eyes reflecting yours with his own batch of tears, eyelids squeezing shut as he burrowed into your neck. He continued to rock into you, your bodies entangled into an ironic hold, your broken heart weaving itself back together with every word spoken by him.
Sadness filled the bedroom as you both yielded your most vulnerable emotions, shared sorrow and guilt seeping from your movements. But relief was also present, the fact that you were both safe and back together written by your arms clinging to each other, tear-coated lips twining together in ushered kisses, your legs cradling his hips as he pushed into you, his form completely enveloping your own in a tight, hug-like hold.
Both of your bodies were flushed from exertion, muffled cries turning into heavy breaths. “I love you-” he whispered, leaving a gentle kiss to your forehead, “-I love you. I love you. I love you.” With every word another kiss followed, to your cheeks, your nose, and finally your mouth.
His tan skin glowed in the setting sunlight, the bed sheets strewn about, your bodies entangled in a loving lock, hushed words of reassurance flowing from his mouth as he replaced your sadness with pleasure, love etched in everything that he did, whether it be leaving kisses along your breasts, hands cradling your head, or hips connecting with your own.
The past didn’t matter now that he was in your arms again, every broken part of you healing with him, his existence being the only thing that ever made you feel whole in the first place.
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dejecteddesires · 3 months
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Bertholdt: Dumbest scar stories, go!
Zeke: I burned my tongue once drinking tea.
Annie: I dropped a hair dryer on my leg once and burned it.
Porco: I have a piece of graphite in my leg for accidentally stabbing myself with a pencil in the first grade.
Pieck: I was taking a cup of noodles out of the microwave and spilled it on my hand and I got a really bad burn.
Reiner: Reiner: I have emotional scars.
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ackermonie · 2 years
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2:19 am.
(repost)
Levi kisses your shoulder.
“I love you.”
Your collarbone.
“I love you.”
Your throat.
“I love you.”
Coming up to face you again, your hand immediately reaches for his cheek. He leans down, kisses every teary pearl on your face away, but they only keep coming. He kisses your eyes, kisses under them, feeling your tears soak his trembling lips.
“We’re gonna be okay. We’re gonna be fine.” It seems like he’s trying to reassure himself along with you, and it also seems like he’s doing a poor job of keeping his own tears in check. There is a lump in his throat, his eyes sting bad, he’s afraid he’ll crack at any given moment. “I trust you, baby. I trust you. We’ll make it out just fine.”
The pair of you were supposed to be sound asleep, preserving every possible ounce of energy for the attack on Marley beginning in only a few hours, but sleep remains a stranger to the Survey Corps on nights before their inevitable march to their possible death.
Eyes open or closed, every cadet, every soldier, everyone that carries the burden of the wings of freedom on their backs lay awake in their beds. Some stay unmoving, some whisper with their roommates, some are stuck in their own heads, and some decide to love each other like it’s the last time.
Because maybe it is.
You can’t remember who started it, but you and Levi usually get clingier as expeditions near, and you find yourselves huddled in a mess of pillows and sheets and blankets not so long after your arrival to your shared quarters for the night.
It started steamy, harsh, hungry, but true emotions eventually surface, and neither of you is able to let go of the other. You begin to tear up when reality finally hits, seeing the silver band on his ring finger twinkle in the dim light of the room that copies your own, and you break when he begins to speak.
“We’ll be fine.” He’d said then , voice clear and soothing.
“I’ll follow you wherever you go,” He says now, eyes glossy, voice strangled.
When you pull him to wrap your arms around his neck, your mind is too conflicted between the complete opposition of emotions rushing through your head, running back and forth between pleasure and grief of what to be lost in a few hours. You can’t help the noise you make as tears continue to flow freely while he gives you his all, fucking every emotion he feels right into you.
“I can’t exist without you anyways, can I?” He mumbles in your neck, making sure you hear him over your own noises before he bends up to take a good look at you, to make sure your image is burned in his memory like a stamp, branding his very being as your own.
Teary, flushed face, hair a mess on the sheets, mouth open wide with uncontrollable pleasure, he doesn’t think you ever looked as vulnerable as you look right now. Your droopy eyes pour into his own, neither able to look away, neither able to feel anything but the other.
“Walls, you’re the best fucking thing I’ve ever laid my eyes on.”
You’re close. The invisible string keeps tightening and tightening for the walls-only-know time, and your overstimulation is melting your agonized pain away. Levi notices by the way you tighten around him again, the way a hand flies to your hair, the other reaching desperately out to him, and he’d rather stop breathing than not reach back to you.
He is bending back down to hold you through your orgasam when you finally let go, you twitch and squirm in his arms, his name the only thing on your tongue.
“Levi!” You whimper.
“Levi…” You whine.
“Luh-Le’vi.” You sob.
Levi kisses every available patch of skin his lips can find, sweet nothing tumbling out of his lips. He fucks you through your orgasam, chasing his own with the sticky reminder on your stomach burning through him; that he should pull out soon.
You become incredibly tight around him that he feels the air getting knocked out of his lungs even more. With one last kiss to your cheek, he begins to lean back up, ready to pull out and let go, but he finds himself locked in place.
You hold him with all your might, frightened eyes locking with yours when he raises his head.
“It’s okay,” You tell him, his hips faltering. “Please. I need you. I need you.”
Levi’s head swims, he does his best to slow down his movements. His eyes look within yours for an answer to his unspoken questions.
“What?” He can’t help but let out.
“Just this once,” Your eyes well up once more. “I want to feel you just this once.”
His own overstimulation seems to get the best of him because this was his breaking point. Levi can no longer suppress his emotions, but he does his best to hide his face away from his lover.
He kisses you hard this time. A hand cages you to the bed while the other caresses your soaked cheek, and you sob when he starts to move again. You arch your back, doing your best to meet his every need as you both cry in each other’s arms, with another inevitable build tickling the back of your brain.
The overflowing emotions delay his release just enough for the pair of you to let go together, bodies pressed so close that they almost mold into one. Whimpers and moans of each other’s names echo in the empty quarters, exhausted bodies relaxing as you feel your walls painted warm with his release.
Levi can’t hold himself up anymore. The pair of you are overstimulated to the brim, crying and crying and crying over everything that you can’t control, and you feel your heart melt at your bond as it gains even more strength with each and every silent or audible sob.
Minutes later, after you both managed to calm down just enough to be able to function again, Levi raises his head from your chest, bloodshot eyes a mirror of your own.
A shaky hand creeps to your cheek. He tries again.“We’ll be fine.”
“I love you,” You whisper, eyes closing to lean in his touch.
And it’s cruel that this is your way of saying goodbye, untrusting of the world to let you be in each other’s arms one more time.
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shinjyu · 1 year
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ᶠᵃᵏᵉ 𝐄𝐃 Visuals『 驚異の子 』
Akuma no Ko → Kyōi no Ko 
I was joking with my friend that if Zeke gets his own ED it's going to be Boy Wonder lol
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aiskersa2 · 1 year
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sasha's lawyer called AGAIN and said I gotta draw her with her besties now
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sonofthesaiyans · 2 years
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Falco.....
I’ve spoken at length about Gabi Braun, to put it extremely mildly......
Do you folks want to know how I really feel about the other tagalong kid in this series? The unironic darling of all those who are still following season four? 
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orangeofthegarden · 2 months
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This page is my roman empire ive been thinking abt this all the time since reading it.
Like yeah Eren and the Shiganshina gang were only kids when wall Maria was breached, but so were the warriors. The marleyan warriors started training at the ages FIVE TO SEVEN. They were genuinely pre-adolescent, kindergarten aged children. Then they're given MASSIVE responsibilty and were shipped off to a titan infested island in the middle of the fucking ocean, with instruction to kill an entire society of people they had been brainwashed to believe were a race of devils. Thats not even mentioning that THEY THEMSELVES were a part of that race!!!
Like yeah, what they did was fucking abhorrent, BUT THEY WERE BRAINWASHED NINE YEAR OLDS!!! 😭
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livvyisb0red · 1 year
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Okay so prior to season four of aot I always had a name for the girl I would ship with Levi and ironically, her name was Marley.
But after season four came out I thought about a really cool fic idea.
Marley came over to Paradis way before any other Marlian did. She stayed there for a long time, joining the scouts, climbing up to Lieutenant position, and eventually falling in love with Levi.
She was sent away for a few years and was to return to Marley when she had enough information about the “devils”. She never knew Reiner, Bertholdt, or Annie were Marlians since she never met them back at home. She, like Bertholdt, realizes that she enjoys being around the scouts and “devils”.
But all came crumbling down when they discovered that there were people trying to kill them from a country called “Marley”.
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geegers22 · 2 months
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Looked up ‘bertholdts memories’ in ao3 and nothing came up. I’m dying to read something about armin seeing his memories I just need it I can’t explain why.
It’s the understanding what life is like in Marley
It’s the seeing warrior training
It’s the building reibert dynamic
It’s the one sided baruani
It’s memories of Annie in general
It’s aruani angst
It’s seeing the cadet days through Bert’s eyes
It’s guilt and sadness and anxiety and frustration
If this exists please someone point me in the right direction
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keischreiber · 2 months
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Is it safe to assume that this is what his office looks like? He is already Vice Chief of the Warrior Unit here... so this can't be too near from when they returned to Marley. After all, the brass won't just throw that position at him for having failed the operation. So this could be somewhere during their 4 year war with the Mid-East Alliance.
It could be a waiting room too, but there are documents scattered on the table. So it's either an office or personal quarters... but they are in Liberio, and he has a house there with his mom... the former moreso the latter.
Willing to becha that gramophone is bugged too.
Also, not Reiner spacing out when he is alone thinking of what happened in Paradis. I feel this is too common for him.
But also, these clothes.
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The outer coat doesn't look very military standard... so perhaps it's part of his personal wardrobe. The inners though look very similar to the combat issued uniform that Marley has. I dunno if it's the lighting that's making it less white than it should be or if it really is just a piece of clothing that looks similar. The shape, form, and structure looks very close. It's just missing the Eldian pin which can be remove, either way. And then the inner shirt can be part of his personal attire as well. Pants, from this angle also looks like the one that comes with their military issued uniform, along with the boots.
Makes me wonder if this is his few moments of solitude before preparing for a mission...
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