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#Old Man Levi
aengelren · 5 months
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“Eren took off first, Mikasa stayed behind him, and I was dead last.” Eren died first, Mikasa buried beside him, Armin kept visiting their graves as an old man until he joined them
Race towards the tree/chronological order they died in
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cinnamon-bunni · 2 years
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i feel like more people need to accept the fact that lucifer is an Old Man
like. his diet is exclusively whiskey and fig bars. he does that thing when, if you give him a phone to look at something, he takes off his glasses, squints, brings it close to his face, puts the glasses back on, and squints even harder to see. his size on his text messaging app is up to the max and you can read it from across the room. all pairs of his reading glasses (he owns 3-5 pairs at least) are bedazzled thanks to Asmo and some even have those chain things. his hair is less of a fading from black-to-white but more of a salt-and-pepper hair sorta color. he attempts to stay on the trends but also is a few hundred years behind. he is tired all the time but he has six brats to take care of. he talks about the old days back when things were simple and his brothers were young and cute and listened to him and Belphie is like "okay grandpa time to put you back to bed also fuck you". he is an old man and people need to understand this
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rengokussy · 2 months
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Levi Ackerman will never know what Erwin would’ve been like as an old man. If Erwin’s hair would’ve thinned out, if he’d need glasses like his father. Instead he’s left to imagine what could have been. Levi pictures a version of Erwin that has wrinkles by his eyes and joints that ache from decades of hard work. A body that becomes softer after years of military discipline. Levi tries to be okay with the fact he’s gotten older than all of his loved ones before him, but a part of him will always mourn the life he got to share with Erwin.
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amasiusblog · 1 year
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the brothers react to mc getting a motorcycle! pt 1
the devildom is a strange place and it shows in the little things, like how there are significantly less vehicles because demons are scary fast. you, though? you and your normal human legs can't keep up and you need a way to get around, but using a car in the devildom seems a little impractical and you don't it in you to buy a bike. the best option is to buy a motorcycle!
Lucifer:
"If you wanted to die early you could've told me, I could've saved you the money."
is very much against the idea of you owning it
will try to pawn it off when you're not looking and you learn to never leave it too far away because damn it lucifer may not have time but he's very determined
"that thing is a death trap get off."
if you try to run errands with it he convinces forces one of his brothers to drive it but they don't know how to drive a motorcycle either and they just end up sitting behind you.
will try very hard not to ever get in the seat behind you, at every possible opportunity he will be the one driving
the first he rides while you drive he has to grip your waist to get you to slow down because you were "going too fast" you were going 30km/h
"i'm not getting on that thing ever again"
Mammon:
"oh my god is that a [motorcycle model]?!"
he will list off the price, ask how you got it, how long you plan to own it etc ect
you have to be careful because he will also try to pawn it off when you're not looking
"so did you pay for this in cash or...?"
he asks if you can teach him to ride the thing, but when you actually try to teach him he gets scared and keeps his hands firmly on the brakes
he has some fun ideas like trying to race you with him in his demon form, neither of you can go through with it because lucifer sees everything
he will go with you everywhere and will keep his arms looped around your waist
he says it's because you drive like maniac but he really just wants a free hug
if you go above 70km/km he will squeal
he will deny squealing because goddammit he is a man! demon!
Levi:
"is this from the anime i was driving a motorcycle before i got isekai'd by a moving truck and now i live in a fantasy world with my harem?!!"
he will ask if he can pose with it in cosplay
he will then ask if you can pose with it in cosplay
then, after 30 minutes of trying, he will very bravely ask if the both of you can do a couples cosplay in front of the motorcycle
"hm? you can drive this thing?!"
he thinks you bought it because it was merch
absolutely refuses to get on it aside from photos
he will look very longingly at you when you drive around on it though
when anyone asks he'll say you remind him of a character from an isekai anime
he rides with you exactly one time when you offer to go around the gardens and its because you, and i quote "look just like an anime character right now"
cannot touch you when you're driving, he will explode. he settles for gripping the back and praying it will be enough to keep him from flying off his seat
loves it when you speed and if you catch him smiling he will deny feeling any joy whatsoever
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maegalkarven · 5 months
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Family matters.
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m!(trans)Dark Urge x Enver Gortash.
Brainworms finally got to me, I caved in and wrote a oneshot on the topic of "but what if Durge and Gortash had a child prior to all that mess"
Featuring my Dark Urge Levi, pre- and post- memory loss.
There was a living, breathing infant child in his arms; and for the first time in a long while Lord Enver Gortash was in complete loss at what to do.
“What is it?” fell rather flat down, a poor excuse of a question.
Leviathan rolled his eyes.
“A meaty flesh of some newly created life,” he huffed, visibly annoyed. “Also known as a child. I assume you’ve met their kind?”
Enver felt anger rise alongside with deeply rooted annoyance. Whatever spectacle the bhaalspawn decided to partake in, now was not the time for that. Neither it was the time for his witty itty remarks.
“I am well aware it’s a child,” he argued back just as sullenly, the said child held loosely in his arms. In his arms. Why was there a child in his arms? They were not made for holding babies.
“I’m asking why is it a child and why is it here. The questions any sane person in my place would indulge in.”
There was something...off about the bhaalspawn.
Not only Enver hadn’t seen the man for almost the entity of a year, an assassin always claiming some task of utmost importance, but now he decided to pop out of the thin air with a live child in a tow and immediately push said child into his, Enver Gortash’s, not so open arms.
It was alarming, to say the least.
“Oh, that,” Levi waved him off like it was a casual annoyance and not a conversation two adults, so-conspirers - partners - had. Like Gortash imposed himself into his free time and personal space and not the other way around. “It’s yours.”
It’s what?
“Or at least I assume it’s yours,” Leviathan followed as Enver’s thoughts came to a rapid halt. “Since I haven’t touched anyone alive but you in a long time. And look where it led me,” the look of pure disdain was all the child was getting, it seemed. “A freshly made meaty cage for a new soul. Disgusting. You’d think Father would make this shit stop and would not allow a child of banite to be born, but I guess any bhaalspawn is a good little pawn under his merciful gaze. Anyway,” a wild, excusing gesture of a hand. “I don’t have any use for this...thing. Sceleritas suggested to bring it into the fold and let my men do all the work, but well, the bother. So you can take it instead,” a winning smile what would work wonders if not for the whole absurdity of the situation Gortash just found himself in. “Think of it as of a gift. A proof of my loyalty to our cause, hm?”
Sometimes the bastard was more annoying than he was charming and his presence took a toll on the man.
Sometimes Enver wanted nothing more than to break Levi’s pretty slender neck.
That was one of these times.
“And what am I supposed to do with it?”
“Oh, whatever you want,” another wide, generous gesture. This asshole truly thought of that...child as if of a gift to be given away, didn’t he?
Enver shouldn’t have been surprised, not really, he knew Leviathan’s stance on children.
“Taste good, not much of use when alive, it’s funny when they die first” – was as good of a take as one could expect from the leader of the Cult of Murder.
“You can throw it away or feed it to the dogs. You can raise it or give it to a hag or even sell it to the devil,” another smile that’s more malicious than anything else. “I don't really care, if I'm being honest.”
Unfortunately, killing a bhaalspawn when you were holding just another bhaalspawn would prove to be close to impossible.
It would have to wait, and Leviathan Anchev still had his uses, bratty as he was.
And his appeal, as deadly as that ordeal proved to be. Or how complicated.
A child, huh? Well, Enver supposed every ruler needed an heir.
“Bring me the wizard,” was the first order out of his mouth when bhaalspawn left. The child was safely given into the care of the first competent older servant, who looked just as bewildered as Gortash himself felt. “Tell him to scan the...the-“
“The boy, my lord.”
“Right, tell the mage to scan the boy’s heritage. Let’s find who his parents are, shall we?”
Trusting a psycho murderer was an awful idea even at the safest of times, and now were not those. Levi would lie just to fuck with Enver. Levi had to lie, because there was no way this infant boy was actually his, Enver’s, flesh and blood.
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Leviathan Anchev did not lie.
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Levi moved away to sprawl his body across the bed, the creature of leisure he was. He sniffed the air and then wrinkled his nose, closer to an animal than any other person Gortash has ever known. More appealing in that, in his beast-like fluid grace.
“You still have this thing around,” the man commented, frowning. “Why? Playing the dollhouse? How...quant.”
“This thing has a name,” Enver couldn’t not parry. “Noah.”
Leviathan groaned.
“Oh, spare me the details; I want nothing to do with that flesh meat. Having to carry it inside my body for almost a year was a bother enough. Almost cut it out myself on multiple occasions, but Sceleritas insisted the internal damage I’d deal would be too great to handle. Idiot.” A moment of a thoughtful pause.
“You know what my destiny is, right?”
A searching gaze, reaching hands, clawed fingers cupping Enver’s cheeks almost gently. Something changed between them some time ago, but what it was Lord Gortash could not pinpoint. 
Yet something...Shifted.
Levi searching his face for some kind of acknowledgement was a sign of this.
Leviathan Anchev Enver first met would not care less about his approval. Leviathan Anchev of now was Enver’s nearest and dearest and it was pretty much a mutual kind of thing.
“I know.”
To kill everyone in the world and then himself. In Bhaal’s name. A gruesome fate, and pointless. Dull, lacking of any grandiose his, Enver’s, path had.
If only he could break off this deadly conviction in his dear ally, if only there was a way to make him stray out of this path...
They could be good for each other. They could rule together as the gods of the new age; glorious, undefeatable, perfect.
The rulers Toriel truly deserved.
“Then you know I’ll have to kill this...thing,” a moment of barely noticeable hesitation. “This... Noah.”
Enver also knew he would rather see his lover bleed on the altar of his dreadful father than let it happen.
“I do.”
“I,” another uncertain pause. “I was planning to leave you for last. To kill you and myself in one final blow; a perfect tribute to Father. But,” and really, those damn pauses were starting to get on Enver’s nerves. Levi was never short of words before, so what in the nine hells had happened? “Would you rather prefer I’d do you and...Noah... together? To kill you two in one blow?”
Ah.
Enver saw it for what it was, in the uncertain, searching gaze of his unlucky lover, in the carefulness with which he produced words.
Something warm flooded out the irritation from before; something warm and soft and entirely fragile.
It was mercy, the only kind of mercy the bhaalspawn could know. Leviathan Anchev, the man fully capable of destroying everyone and everything on his wake, offered him a tiny piece of his own surrender. A confirmation of his affections, almost a confession.
In some ways he did care.
“That would be very considerate of you, yes,” he agreed, bringing bhaalspawn close. His bhaalspawn, his ally, his lover. The father of his son.
If there was a way of bringing Bhaal down without bringing Levi with him, Enver would find and utilize it. Otherwise he’d have to kill the best partner in crime he has ever had.
And that would be...unfortunate.
Levi leaned into the touch, soft and gentle in a way he has never been before; almost fragile.
Trusting.
“Does it...know about me?” came out in a whisper, almost unbidden.
“He knows you exist,” was all the response Enver could give, enveloping his assassin into his arms, holding him closely, firmly, painfully so.
The bhaalspawn squirmed for a moment before finally settling in.
“Oh,” he breathed out. “I didn’t think you would...What you would tell him I do. Exist, I mean. I’d expect you’d spin a tale of some tragically dead wife or-“
“There is no tragically dead wife,” Enver cut off, feeling rather irritated. A mystery of complications, his dear murderer. “Only a lunatic of a murderer for a father. Not what Noah knows that, he knows we’re working together and what you’re a very busy man.”
“Hmph,” Levi’s breath brushed Enver’s neck. “I guess that is true.”
“Do you want to,” and now it was his time to be a hesitant bother. “Meet him?
At that Leviathan actually laughed.
“Oh, absolutely not, keep him and that strange dollhouse of yours as far away from me as possible. I have things to do, people to kill, empires to rule. I don’t have time for meat-things, of my own creation or not.”
And just like that, it was as if nothing has changed.
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The alarm goes off the moment Karlach finishes the last of the Hands and flies into a wall by the force of the explosive detonating right into her face.
Enver doesn’t stop to register that, or to look around at the bodies of his faithful, to mourn his perfectly constructed plans – his watch, the Iron Throne, the little fireworks shop – because the alarm in Noah’s private chambers went off and it only means one thing.
Intruders.
He skips one step at the time climbing up the steep steps to the higher, more private level.
Could that be the remaining of Orin’s assassins?
Levi said he dispatched of them all, but surely some had to survive by the sheer luck of not being in the temple at the moment. Are those Ravengard’s forces, Florrick’s?
Is it Leviathan, finally coming to sniff out the life he himself created?
He is vaguely aware of the younger Ravengard and the pale elf taking the chase after him, of Karlach joining in.
They think he is escaping.
Idiots.
Enver tries not to think what he is leading the enemies right to his son; he’ll deal with them later. Right now there’s blazing alarm shrieking what something is wrong – and indeed it is, as he discovers with the first body lying dead on the floor. Then the second. Then the third.
All of them – with their throats ripped open, Leviathan’s favorite style.
Enver turns the corner and reaches for the door handle – the door is unlocked and half open: this is bad, bad, bad-
Then he hears a laughter and pauses.
He opens the door slowly and carefully instead of throwing it open as he intended at first.
And sees...
Levi is sitting cross-legged on the floor, leaning slightly forward.
Across of him, sitting in the exact same – ridiculous – pose sits the boy not older than five. He has a dark messy hair, blazing green eyes what betray his nature, and the new game Gortash brought to him just recently. He is trying to explain the rules to the tiefling in front of him, who listens attentively, nodding here and there.
“Wow,” Leviathan Anchev comments with an air of nonchalance he didn’t have before. “I did not understand a thing. But good for you, lil one, good for you.”
“It’s really not that difficult,” Noah insists. “I can teach you! We can play together.”
Enver steps closer, somehow is still not detected neither by his son nor by his...his what?
Karlach almost crashes into the doorframe after him, but somehow manages to steady herself, takes in the view in front of her – and freezes.
So do the other two of Levi’s unruly companions. Gortash especially doesn’t like the pale one; he has a habit of sticking way closer to the bhaalspawn than it is proper.
“I am not that good at these kinds of games,” Levi admits as his tail flips from side to side and nostrils flare; he has detected him. Probably smelled before sensing. “But I have a friend with a real knack for them. He is a wizard and knows a lot of fun things; I think you’d get along.”
Noah looks uncertain.
“Are you sure?” he looks down. “I don’t think...I’m not allowed outside.”
“Really? And why is that?”
“Well,” the boy fidgets with his game. “Father says people who oppose him would try to use me against him, if they knew I existed. So I am kind of...a secret? It’s for my own safety!” he immediately adds, seeing Leviathan’s face blank out. “There’s a murderer on the loose, she really doesn’t like father despite supposedly working with him. Father says she will kill me if she finds out I exist.”
“Oh,” Levi looks taken aback at that. “I don’t think you need to worry about that anymore. If you’re talking about who I think you’re talking about, then she has been dealt with already.”
“Oh!” Noah brightens. “By whom?”
“By me. But say,” the spawn looks quizzically at the child in front of him, frowning slightly. “Is it just your father and you? Where’s your mother?”
“I don’t have one,” and this is definitely the moment then Enver needs to intervene, but he is just...frozen in place, turned to stone.
Leviathan Anchev he knew hated children.
This Leviathan Anchev is talking to a child as it was his best friend.
“I have a dad though!” Noah is a sweet fool, Enver taught him much better than telling complete strangers his entire life’s story. Stop. Talking. “He is...working a lot and is too busy to visit,” the boy looks down gloomily. “But! He and father are very close; they even stole from the devil together!”
Levi blinks. Then blinks once more. Then again.
“The devil, you say?” and is it just Gortash’s imagination, but did the man’s voice just rise up an octave?
“Yes! And not just any devil, the achdevil Mephistopheles!” Noah looks so absurdly proud of that it hurts. “They snuck right into his home, stole a crown from his vault and returned here. Unspotted, unstopped. Victorious.”
“What the fuck?” Karlach lets out and both the boy and the bhaalspawn who created him turn to the door.
Noah’s face immediately brightens.
“Father!” he exclaims, hastily getting to his feet and rushing to him. Behind the boy Levi gives the man the most bewildered stare he has ever seen.
“You have a child!” young Ravengard speaks out with the accusation in his voice. Enver really isn’t sure whom the man is addressing.
Noah is unperturbed.
“Father, I met a really cool guy, his name is Levi and he must be your friend because he came here with no problem at all; and he has children at his camp, two girls named Yenna and Arabella. Arabella is a druid because she stole the idol of Sylvanus and it gave her powers, and Yenna has a cat! But the cat is anxious so I shouldn’t pet it, but I can look at it! Please, can I look at Yenna’s cat? Levi said the evil murderer is dealt with, so it’s probably safe. And Levi can guard me if needed. Also there’s a vampire spawn in his camp and-“
The pale elf coughs.
“Hello there,” he tries, pulling a not entirely convincing smile up his lips. “A vampire spawn speaking. And you would be...”
“I am Noah!” says Noah right away; and did Enver shelter him too much? Damn, he has sheltered him too much. Look at the boy, he wants to befriend a vampire spawn. “I’m the son of the Archduke! Hello.”
“Yes, hi,” the elf looks at Levi uncertainly and back. “So...”
“So,” the bhaalspawn steps forward, the bewildered look stuck to his face. He crouches down to Noah’s level and takes his hands into his calloused and clawed ones. “So Noah...Your dad is the man who helped your father to steal the crown from the devil, is that right?”
Noah nods vigorously and Enver takes his time to observe the scene; the two bhaalspawns in front of each other, Levi’s posture, his relaxed shoulders, his slightly shaking hands. The tail that seems to have a life on its own and moves agitatedly behind its owner.
Three companions of the bhaalspawn, all somewhat stuck in place, with different levels of surprise stitched up their faces. The pale elf – a step closer, almost lingering at Leviathan’s side. Annoying.
Yet somehow, no matter how hard Gortash looks at it, he doesn’t sense any danger. Doesn’t see it, even with Karlach still aflame by the doorframe.
“Yep,” Noah agrees eagerly. “I wish he’d come to meet me soon. He will come, right? Once the work is done and all,” the boy sighs. “I mean, I am his son, surely he would care to come to meet me.”
“Um,” the tiefing looks uncertain. “And what if...something happened to him? What if he, say, lost his memories?”
“How? Did something hit him in the head?”
The vampire spawn chokes on a laugh and Levi rolls his eyes at him.
“Sure,” he agrees. “Let’s call it that. So...what if he doesn’t...exactly remember having you?”
“You mean if he’s lost and doesn’t know he needs to come back?”
“Something like that.”
“Well, I guess I’d come looking for him. He is my other father. It’s important.”
The force of conviction behind these words hits harder than a thunderwave.
Leviathan blinks hard, clears his throat, and then-
“You...don’t have to. I don’t remember much about my life before...certain events, but it was made adamantly clear to me I was the one to break into the Mephistopheles’ vault with your father. And if your dad is who did that, then,” he stops. “Then I guess- Enver, are you really just going to stand here like a fucking statue? Tell me if this is what I think it is or not.”
“You swore!”
“No, the fuck, I did not. Enver-“
“Now you swore twice!”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake-“
“So,” Gortash steps forward, a lazy smile dancing on his lips. Gods only know how much this smile costs him. “You have known your son for the entirety of twenty minutes and already taught him a swear word. Really impressive.”
“Father?”
“Oh, listen here, you poignant prick-“
This, Enver thinks, is what family feels like.
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nerdy-talks · 11 months
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A beautiful man enjoying some Demonus while admiring cherry blossoms 🌸
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cosmicstarlatte · 1 year
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Levi's Nightmare (Obey Me!)
Lucifer: (sighing while on his laptop)
Levi: (ignores him and continues playing on his handheld console)
Lucifer: (sighs a little louder)
Levi: For the love of Ruri ugh-
Levi: "Lucifer is everything okay?"
Lucifer:
Lucifer: "Well, now that you asked, my laptop seems to be slow and not working. Here."
Levi:
Levi: "WHAT'S WITH ALL THESE TOOLBARS!? THIS IS ATROCIOUS-"
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yusrasyang · 2 days
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fun fact: i thought Attack on Titan was about about sailors on a boat having a conflict cause i saw this manga cover somewhere lmfao
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doesn't it look like the type of bar to be in the lower decks of a ship?? i thought it was
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confusedmothboy · 7 months
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[‼️REALISTIC GORE AND FULL DRAWING UNDER THE CUT‼️] hey aot fandom *pokes with stick* how yall doin (ive been obsessing over this show since may i just forget i have tumblr 99% of the time) anyways i wanted to make a silly little painting of these two cause i hate them i hate them i hate them 🗣️💯
if no erwin and levi haters exist then i must be dead, for my distaste of these two knows no bounds i need them GONE
is this under the cut now lets hope so so that no one gets hit with unexpected gore on their feed
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anyways i hope you like my little doodles toodeloo guys 😍🥰
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bunnys-babies · 5 months
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I’ve been writing more on my main/NSFT blog, but I’m not sure what I want my next piece to be on here after posting my other Megumi piece :3 help me choose!
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july-19th-club · 2 months
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also one of the few examples of jarpad Acting .like first of all it was early career, so, still a half ounce of effort in there, second of all, i think that due to his unpleasant personality he is extremely gifted at playing demon and did tap into a tiny bit of talent there, im sorry to say
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rainofthetwilight · 3 months
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hi levi!! I'm glad you're getting out of artblock :D
may I request Amaya (maybe with Jenna/Ethan) plz? I can't draw properly on my new phone but I want some Amaya stuff sooo
ty and gl!!!
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here ya go!!! wanted to try out using coloured lines again after a while and I'm proud of how it turned out, I hope you like it! (and thank you!! :D)
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doodlboy · 10 months
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Ugly laughing at this
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emile-hides · 1 year
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This took me literally all day but I feel very correct in my takes so at least that’s something.
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I still don't understand how some people look at Levihan and feel nothing even after Hange said "What do you say we live in the forest forever?" and Levi basically replied he wanted to but they couldn't.
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levmada · 1 year
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i need more after war levi x onyankopon fics tbh show me how that happened, hange asking onyankopon to look after levi after their death, levi hating the idea and eventually giving in, they becoming close friends or maybe even more, i NEED it
YEESSSSS they’re literally the definition of a rare pair. i feel like onyakopon has hange and erwin’s traits combined if that makes sense? he’s a charismatic charmer but also silly and goofy, and very smart. yk this man is a passionate lover…
levi is so jaded after the war and he won’t touch his past with a ten foot pole anymore but onyakopon doesn’t ask. doesn’t even reference it, unless levi mentions something about the good memories and onyakopon beams and asks all demure for the story. he’s the type to help levi out with simple tasks his disabilities make a lot harder without asking. and he’s so patient. i just. i just i just
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