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sanityau · 6 months
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The ultimate akward
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prince-jelli-fish · 9 months
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roommates
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illianes · 2 years
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Reiner
Porco and Pieck through Reiner's eyes.
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It's no secret that Galliard and him don't get along.
The camaraderie between them is solely based on their shared interest of protecting Marley and bringing peace.
Galliard's indignation has only grown stronger after his return from the island and he's not afraid to show it. Pieck becomes a mediator, calming his rage with her gentle words, sparing Reiner contrite looks and apologizing on Galliard's behalf.
The first thing that Reiner notices after his return to Marley is that they're together most of the time. 
At first he doesn't think much about how Pieck is there to support Galliard after his first titan shifts, while he's still getting the hang of it. She wipes away the blood under his nose, places an icepack on his nape and sits at the side of his bed when he's too weak to move, reading the newspaper aloud. Galliard doesn't seem to register anything but he reaches out and his hand find hers. Reiner reasons that it's because they've known each other for such a long time.  
When he does start paying attention it becomes as clear as morning dew. 
A lingering touch, intertwined fingers when they think no one is watching, a goodbye hug that lasts a moment too long, Galliard’s frown when the Panzer Unit swarms around her.
Galliard carrying her back to headquarters when she’s been in her titan form for so long that not even the crutches help. Pieck placing a hand on his shoulder when his brows furrow in annoyance. 
Galliard gently lifting a crawling Pieck from the floor, supporting her weight so she can stand on two legs and setting her down on his bed. 
"Pieck, love, you need to stop crawling around," he'd whisper softly, thinking that Reiner is asleep. 
It shouldn't be a surprise, not really. When you spend so much time with someone a bond forms. Something so indisputably theirs that Reiner can almost grasp it when they're together.
Pieck is a habitual visitor in the room he shares with Galliard and she never sits on Reiner's bed. Sometimes when he comes back from training he finds her sleeping in Galliard's bed while he's reading a book or filing a report. 
Other times he stops with his hand on the door handle because he can hear the bed creaking, Pieck giggling and the faintest resemblance of a moan. So he turns around and grants them this little privacy.
There are times when he forgets, of course, barges into the room too deep in his own thoughts to pay attention to his surroundings and catches them making out on the bed, more often than he can count. Pieck laughs whereas Galliard would probably kill him if he could. 
There's also been a rather unfortunate time for all of them when Reiner forgot his wallet and had to go back to their room because he really needed it. He finds Galliard laying between Pieck's thighs, face buried in her hair, both naked and panting and Reiner is left stupefied for a split second before he turns on his heels. 
"I'm –"
"Get out!" Porco snarls, throwing a pillow at him while trying to pull the covers over a laughing Pieck. 
Reiner hurries out of the room, embarrassed and huffing.
But the problem of the wallet remains so he knocks on the door and clears his throat.
"I forgot my wallet," he says. "It should be on the nightstand."
He can hear shuffling in the room, Pieck's laughter before Galliard opens the door and throws his wallet at him. His face is a few shades redder than normal and as Galliard closes the door, Reiner can see Pieck waving at him.  
They don't make an effort to hide after that and a peculiar sense of pride takes over Reiner when he becomes aware of the trust they've placed in him. 
Love, Reiner realizes, is not grand gestures. 
Love is the way Galliard gazes at Pieck when she casually wraps an arm over his shoulder after one of their missions, as if she's given him the whole world.
Love is the way Pieck looks up at him with wonder and admiration in her eyes.
Love is the trust and respect they have for each other, both on the battlefield and in the comfort of their privacy. There's something between them, something that Reiner hasn't seen before, something so completely captivating and gentle that he feels as though he's violating something sacred by witnessing moments so intimate and theirs. 
Love is the grief Pieck carries around after Galliard's death, a burden so heavy for her frail shoulders that Reiner fears it will break her. 
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Nothing to say, just Pieck pouring wine over Porco because the picture reference is hot as hell ! It's not perfect but I like it !
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shirmirart · 1 year
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Happy birthday to the grumpy baby <3
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thetealhummingbird · 7 months
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I drew @prince-jelli-fish OC's Pokko, Poppy, & Finely with my own personal spin. Enjoy!
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reinersbuttt · 9 months
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Pokko wip
trying something new because why not,,
i’ve been definitely obsessed with gallirei lately<3
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cas-is-my-bestie · 2 years
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But what was the reason they made Porco so hot seconds away from dying
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ficsforeren · 6 months
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I was reading again The Last Song and I felt all the feels again. The way you portray Eren, so vulnerable yet so brave, it’s so refreshing. But— MY HEART 😭
But also, I noticed this time how beautiful you write Porco and Pieck, her confession is so heartwarming and I laugh every time the door bell rings but I also love them bc they are so sweet and supportive of Y/N.
I was wondering, how did it go for them after the confession once they were alone again? And how did they received the news of their first baby?
awwwww baby thank you so much 😭😭😭
I really enjoyed writing those pokopiku scenes, the two of them were so cute together hehe
in my head, the moment YN took off, pieck wanted to have that conversation with him again and porco knew about this but knowing that he had the upper hand, he continued to tease her by acting nonchalant, pretending that everything was normal LMAO he kept doing that until pieck got frustrated and she was like "can we just DATE already?!" and he went "wait, you like me? I didn't realize that. maybe you should elaborate some more"
and maybe she punched him in the stomach, and he laughed and she punched him again cause even though he looked SO cute he was still an ass for toying with her like that and then porco pulled her into his arms, kissed her and he turned serious when he said "if we're going to do this for real, you should know that i'm not planning to let you go. ever."
and pieck smiled, trapped his chin between her fingers and replied "good, cause i'm not planning to let you go either."
but porco leaned away when she wanted to kiss him, warning her one last time (cause he thought she deserved someone better than him and he still had his own insecurities) "I'll be insufferable."
"you already are now."
"well more than this."
"well if that's the case" she kissed him, catching him off guard. "you're just gonna have to come up with something to make it up to me."
porco blushed but then he winced "it doesn't have to be butt-related, right?"
"i wasn't talking about sex actually but now that you mentioned it." she smirked. "yes."
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darklightsworld · 10 months
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As a researcher there aren't many instances to feel instant gratification. I mean, it's incredibly satisfying to discover things, but it's never instantly useful to anyone. Well, I had a rare instance of instant gratification last week. I was researching children's newspapers in the National Diet Library, and the day I planned to go to the above Oota Jirou exhibition I discovered one of his manga in the 1971/04/04 issue of Mainichi Shougakusei Shimbun. Then at the exhibition there were genga from that series, but the caption had no publication information and even the artbook listed the origin as unknown! I was like, but I just read this today at the library!!!!! OMG!!! Naturally I wrote the information on the visitor survey, and I hope it will reach the management of the collection. It was like fate and a really satisfying experience =D (Btw, look at how huge the genga for a tabloid size newspaper was!)
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sanityau · 1 year
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das rite
still alive
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prince-jelli-fish · 1 year
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happy birthday to my perfect oc, Poppy <3
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illianes · 2 years
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eulogy
When Porco's death finally catches up to her, the grief is as strong as her love for him. A eulogy to the love that has nowhere to go.
(we didn't get Pieck grieving Porco's death, so here's my version of it; full of angst of course)
Something like peace settles over the world after Eren's death.
And it's in the quiet that accompanies peace where Porco's death catches up to her.
At first it feels like someone wrenched her heart out, leaving a hole in her chest.
Then there's pain, so unbearable and throttling that she wakes up gasping for air and bathed in sweat.
Finally desolation finds a home in her soul and Pieck can't articulate a word.
She's known from a young age that the world was a cruel place with fairness being granted only to those who were born into the right race. She's lived her life fighting to earn her place in a world that was adamant into making her a villain, a devil. Be as it may the memory of her father kept her going and when Porco looked at her, eyes shimmering with hope and determination she wanted to believe that there was more to this world than desolation.
But now her Pock is gone. There is no place for her here.
She knows her father is worried, can see it in his eyes when she doesn't come out of her room for two days.
"You have to eat, Pieck," he tells her on the third day but Pieck just stares at the ceiling. "Please."
She turns to the side, away from her father's gaze and closes her eyes. In the darkness behind her eyelids Pock smiles at her.
The world around her is fuzzy, days morphing into one long drag of time.
Sometime at dusk when the room gets filled with the reddish light of the setting sun a nurse comes in and pokes at her arm with a needle. Pieck wants to protest but she's too weak. Instead she closes her eyes and let's sleep take over her.
Reiner cries when he sees her. Pieck pulls the covers over head and closes her eyes.
She can't imagine a day when she won't love Pock; even so he won't be here for any of it.
She prides herself on her intellect yet her thoughts short circuit and on most days she wakes up so sure that he's going to come barging into her room. She remains on her side, facing the door until her father walks in and the fantasy shatters into nothingness.
She wakes up to a soft thud and Annie's apologetic face looking down at her.
"Sorry," Annie whispers, "I brought you some flowers."
Pieck looks at the vase on her bedside table, lilacs, and the hole in her chest where her heart used to be metastasizes and swallows her whole body.
'Thank you,' he'd told her, embarrassment spreading across his cheeks in pink hues.
Pieck had looked at the little purple fragrant flower in his hands and gently wrapped her fingers around his, lips turning into a smile.
It was the morning after she'd pulled him into her room and locked the door behind them; that night they tore down boundaries that should have never been overstepped.
Pieck had built universes out of the touches he left on her skin as he whispered her name and it sounded like a prayer.
For the first time since Porco died, tears gather in her eyes.
"Pock is gone," she whispers. "He's gone." It's the first thing she's said in a while now and her voice is raspy from disuse.
Annie kneels down in front of her bed and takes her hand as Pieck sobs, pulling the covers to her chin. She know that there are no words to comfort her, that the grief she's carrying is as heavy as the world itself, as strong as the love she feels. A eulogy to the love that has nowhere to go.
So she squeezes Pieck's hand instead, a firm reminder that she is here to stay.
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Happy Birthday to this so underrated character ! I watercolored it on November 1st because I dont really like that month and was trying to motivate myself, I love hosmw soft and Sepia it looks !
I hope I'll get another one done for today ! Any ideas ?
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lady-lunaaa · 1 year
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It's my man's birthday 🥳 so here's a snippet from my mafia au wip, since I don't actually have anything finished to post:
He shifts uncomfortably, rolling up the sleeves of his white shirt to expose his tanned forearms. You notice the silvery scars flecked across his skin like spatters of freckles. Except these marks tell a story, an ugly one, ironic since they look so pretty on him. He catches you staring, and somehow manages to scowl even deeper, the warmth of his hazel eyes juxtaposed by the sharp line of his furrowed brows. 
You choose not to comment on the scars just yet, one step at a time. Besides, anyone who knows anything, knows Detective Porco Galliard's sordid past. Once upon a time, he was on the other side of this table, sitting right where you are now. Amazing really, looking at him now, not many men have the privilege of escaping the mafia unscathed. Although, you glance down at his scarred forearms again, perhaps not totally unscathed. He really isn't so different from yourself, and that's what makes this whole charade so laughable. 
💙
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darkarfs · 2 years
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Today has been VERY Pokko and the Drum!
Real strong case of the old ~being a little frog in the woods banging a drum~ today!
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