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ruin-iii · 2 years
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Hail
On the outskirts of their stately manse, passersby double take at a sight of scarcity. A juvenile Viera — yes, a pair of lagomorphic ears paired oddly with features of youth. For a moment, the strangers would consider them merely made to confuse: a proper Veena short in stature, or a hyuran child with a headband attached for ease of playing pretend. Such considerations are spurned by the sudden twitch of their ears towards their crown, and the shrunken quality of their quiet, yet audible voice.
“That cannot be correct…”
With curiosity satisfied, the pedestrians would hurry away. 
The child lies nose up in the garden. Their journal is poised parallel to their face, blocking the sun from creeping to their eyes. They’d learned a trick from observing a particularly lazy superior at the Institute: if you leave the quill right in the pot, you practically never have to dip it. They retrieve the sopping thing from its bath, drowning rare Rabanstran blades of grass in obsidian ink, letting the remainder splatter onto their working shirt. The working shirt, mother had coined it sennights ago, for it had been dark enough to accommodate their stubborn habit until she’d find a way to break it.
Obedience had not entirely escaped them, however. They could be wandering about the city at their leisure, but at their parents’ behest, they remain here. They aren’t fond much of the metal men that guard the gates, regarding them with a stare that could never be met, so they suppose it isn’t much of a compromise. They’re content to study ambient aether in their backyard, for it makes an excellent control group. Predictable, placid and perfect—
Until there’s a sting in the middle of their forehead, and they’re not entirely sure why. The same prickle erupts from their arm, then their knee. In a gradated onslaught, the stinging gets harsher until they jump from it, then it’s all in their ears, head, and shoulders. Antilons? Their arms are bereft of anything in motion, save the blossoming of little red dots. Nettles? There are no nettles in the courtyard — if there are, someone is going to be sacked.
Nevertheless, they bolt into the front hall with the energy they’d saved with their enervated writing technique, ink pot and journal in tow. They shake white dots from their tresses, and there’s a moment of fretful, widened eyes. Had they inherited dandruff from one of the scholars? No, the dust is large, tough, frigid — not a pathetic fleck of reject skin.
In their self-examination, their father strides down the steps, having heard the pitter-patter of steps from his child oft quieter than a breeze.
“Why the hurry?” Pa’s mellifluous voice is practised to not startle them, but the fact that they know its purpose gives the game away. 
“What is the meaning of this,” they hiss, shaking more and more pellets from their body and belongings. They glare up at their father as if he had brought it about, chucking down ice from the window upstairs.
“Ah…” He picks up one of the pellets, examining it as it melts betwixt room temperature and his warm fingers. “This is hail. A rare weather for this place. Formed in the high heavens. Not snow,” he says pointedly, noticing their lips part. “Snow is different. Snow is formed below. Snow is umbral. This is astral.”
“The distance to the star is not correlated,” they insist but now they’re not so sure. 
“Both are true,” he says, ruffling their head of grass blades and cresting waves as he moves to kneel. “Your mother will explain it better than I can. But consider me proud.”
“I did not cause this.”
“I would not think that of you, brilliant as you are. I am proud of what you have done this sun. I am proud to have raised a child who knows when it is right to leave.” 
He takes a shard of hail from their hair and holds it up between them. The two watch it fade to nothing.
“Enough of these, and we would have been bandaging you. Remember this. When in doubt, Signe, run.”
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splaede · 9 months
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AFTER DARK. Armin Arlert (CH. 5)
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☰ pairings: Armin x Reader, Slight Eren x Reader
┌─ ✮⭒。 story summary: Armin was tired of being seen as an innocent, goody-two-shoes, little flower boy. Instead, he wanted to be seen in a more romantic and…sexual light. You just couldn’t turn down a sweet boy like him, so you agreed to hone his charms and teach him special…skills.
And he turned out to be much more powerful (and hotter) than you'd ever expected.
└─ ✩⭒。 story #tags: fluff, angst, smut, friends to lovers, friends w benefits, drama, jealousy, hurt/comfort, manipulative armin, virgin armin, loss of virginity, childhood friends, lots of tension, nerd armin, and then he glows up, love triangles, unrequited love, gaslighting, lots of buildup
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☰ CHAPTER FIVE. armin's move
┌─ ✮⭒。 chapter summary: The night at Connie's house doesn't go the way you expected.
└─ ✩⭒。 chapter warnings: a little suggestive(?), petting
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It was Saturday again.
Everything between you, Armin, and Eren seemed to fall back to normal, just as they were before. And it was better that way, considering you’d have to see them soon.
Eren's phone call wasn't anything to stress over, but Armin's request on the other hand...
You couldn't just gloss over that so quickly.
But if you were to bring it up, what would that mean next?
Dim, closed-off images of last night resurfaced in your head—images of him, disheveled, strewn with sleepiness, tilting in so close to you as his warm breath fanned over your lips, all in a hazy order of events that you couldn’t force yourself to rearrange. 
A slow, unconscious sigh escaped you. You needed to stop thinking about it.
Because in reality, you liked it. 
You liked how tempting he looked in the dark—eyes half-lidded and attractive, shadows contouring his face—and how tantalizing the situation was, how intimate he made it.
The recent lack of love in your life must be taking a toll on you because you didn't mind doing…whatever that was with your long-time best friend. 
All while you had a crush on your other best friend. 
You were fucked.
"There's sushi in the fridge if you want some," Connie blurted, switching on the TV and collapsing onto his couch, where he watched you from your spot by the kitchen counters. "It's the good kind."
You had been grabbing a drink before Armin had invaded your mind, and you were glad that someone could finally push you out of your thoughts.
"Oh, do you want me to bring it out?" you asked, referring to the coffee table laid with plates of snack food. 
"No, that's the good sushi. I only wanted to ask you."
From behind you, the shrill beep of the microwave resounded throughout the kitchen, followed by Jean's gruff, sardonic voice. "Don't fall for it. He's just trying to butter you up."
"Am not!" Connie rolled his eyes. "I'm sure doing it better than you ever can," he mumbled lowly.
You sent him a glare.
"You can keep your fancy sushi, Connie,” you playfully scoffed, moving towards his sprawled-out form on the couch and sinking into the cushion beside him.
Only a few of your friends were already here at Connie and Jean’s shared apartment for the planned hangout, and you were the third to arrive. 
It was late evening, just an hour after sundown, and the slow warmth from the night outside bled into the living room's atmosphere. Beside you, Connie rambled about some show he watched as he carelessly scrolled through Netflix titles, the sound of previews playing loudly from the speakers. Across from you, Sasha sat curled into her seat while Jean griped about the food he microwaved for her from inside the kitchen, but he only went ignored as she cackled at something on her phone.
If you listened closely enough, you could hear Ymir sneeze from inside the bathroom.
You loved nights like these. It truly felt like summer, just you and your little group of friends. The picture was candid and carefree, a nostalgic reminiscence of your teen self instead of the adulthood you were approaching.
You hoped everyone would arrive soon because you were looking forward to this night for some odd, cheesy, unexplained reason.
At the thought of seeing Armin, your stomach churned. But like the invasive, overpowering person that Eren was, thoughts of him suddenly intruded your mind instead, and the feeling in the pit of your stomach only intensified. When you weren’t thinking of Armin, you were thinking of Eren.
Your phone lit up.
Two texts from Eren.
Of course. Speak of the devil—for the nth time again. He somehow managed to show up at both the right and wrong times. Every time the situation called for it, he always appeared. 
Tapping on the notification, you were greeted with a video followed by a text message that read, “on our way.” 
Our?
The video was his front view from the passenger seat of a car, the road and blocks of storefronts—a location you very distinctly recognize—moving past the window as the car drove forward. But what stood out to you was the little stuffed animal keychain that hung from the rearview mirror along with other cute decorations: a silly-looking My Little Pony plushie. 
Was this Mikasa’s car?
A strange feeling grew in your stomach, twisting and churning until you felt your heart finally sink. You shouldn’t have been disappointed since they were friends and all, but you couldn’t help the little pang in your heart. If anything, this was expected of them, and you just happened to notice it more due to your recent confession.
That damn My Little Pony plushie. 
You kept staring at your screen, long enough for Connie to peek over your shoulder.
"Damn, I didn't know you were a brony."
You quickly retracted your phone, whipping your head around. “Quit stalking! I'm not a brony. And neither is Mikasa."
"That’s Mikasa? Is she on her way then?” He punched your arm. “Finally!" 
You shot him a perplexed look, confused at his odd show of excitement. "Don’t get too excited, Mr. Pissed-His-Pants,” you retorted sarcastically.
Connie’s face suddenly contorted to something mortified and alarmed, mouth agape with creased lines on his forehead. "You saw the picture? Listen, it’s not what it looks like! Sasha spilled her drink on me and thought it’d be funny to say that I pissed myself, I swear. Dude, Sasha needs to stop spreading that picture around. She lied to me, too. She said she didn’t send it to anybody, but as soon as Eren sent me that picture, I—”
Light knocks at the front door suddenly cut Connie’s rambling off. 
Connie shot you a knowing glare, and his expression told you everything you needed to know. 
“Fine, I’ll get it,” you huffed, standing up. 
The doorknob wriggled under your fingers as you twisted it, and the door flew open with more force than you’d intended. 
Armin.
You looked at him wide-eyed, more shocked that it was him in the flesh and not because you hadn’t meant to open the door so harshly.
He matched your surprise, staring at you with doe-eyed confusion, hands in his pockets, but it quickly morphed into a suave smile. You noticed he ditched his glasses today. Probably swapped out for contacts.
"Hey."
Armin looked you up and down, fleetingly, in the usual way that he looked anybody up and down. 
But you swore it was different this time. A hint of something teasing laced in his keen pupils, a slight twitch at the corner of his lips. 
Moving back from the open door, you cleared your throat. “Hey, Armin.” 
He stepped in, just once, before running a hand through his hair. A nervous tick. He’d been doing that a lot lately. 
“Armin?!” Connie blurted, dumbstruck. He scrambled up onto his feet and bounded over to where Armin stood, who only gave him a small smile. “New haircut? You’re sexy, man.”
“Thank you.” Armin laughed shyly, looking Connie up and down, but not in the way he looked you up and down. 
“Woah, Armin!” Sasha, no longer glued to her phone, stood up from her seat. Next thing you know, she was grabbing onto Armin’s shoulders and squinting at his side profile. 
“Fade so good she had to inspect it.” Connie snorted and slapped Armin’s back, hard, and when you were expecting him to jolt forward, he stood, steady, a glint of unfamiliar irritation in his blue eyes. Oh. You sometimes forgot how strong he was.  
Sasha finally released her grip on Armin’s shoulders when Jean stalked out of the kitchen, saying, “You look good, bro.”
Connie sniffed. “I smell bromance.” 
Jean was quick to retort something bitter, and then it was that same routine of insults and banter between the two. But your attention shifted to Armin, who watched your friends joke around with an amused crinkle in his eyes. 
Sensing your gaze, he turned to look right at you, and before you could even speak, images of last night replaced his figure in front of you: that dark, hot, expression of his that you tried to bury. You attempted to speak again, but it was futile because you’d already forgotten what you were about to say. 
“You okay?” He nudged you on the arm with the back of his fingers, concerned. “What are you thinking about?”
At that, your eyes widened. You couldn’t look at him anymore or you’d start thinking about him again. Damn him for saying that. 
His brow lifted slightly. “Nothing bad…right?” he asked, cautious. His words sounded reassuring, but the sudden smile that crept onto his face said otherwise. It was almost as if he was teasing you. 
And you should’ve been less obvious, but you quickly looked to the side in shame. It was weird seeing this side of him. 
Did he know? As perceptive as he was, he still couldn’t possibly know.
Unsure of what to say, you rasped out, “No, nothing bad.”
A lapse of silence that bordered on awkward followed suit, but Armin was quick to change the subject. “Eren and Mikasa are on their way.” 
“Oh. I know.” You paused. “Did he send you a video, too?”
He nodded. “Yeah, why?”
You peeked at your surroundings to see if your friends were near you, and to your relief, Jean, Sasha, and Connie were all huddled near the tiny dining area, far enough and loud enough for them to not hear. 
Turning back to him, you shrugged. “Because I’m such a hypocrite. I’m over here worried about them being together and alone all the time, but you know, we’re doing that. They probably don’t like each other like I’m thinking.”
He nodded slowly, skeptically, then smiled softly. “Yeah, yeah. No, you’re right. It’s most likely nothing. You’re just…paranoid. Your brain is just making things up. That’s all.” 
“You don’t sound too sure.” You chuckled, turning around and throwing yourself back onto the couch. He followed you and sat down, legs slightly spread with a clasped palm resting in between. 
“I wouldn’t lie to you.” Armin paused, not quite meeting your eyes. He looked away. “They don’t like each other.”
You doubted the confidence in his statement. 
“That was the worst shit of my life,” came a voice in the hallway. Ymir walked out, wafting a hand over her nose. “Don’t go in there.” 
Jean made a noise of disgust. “Gross. That’s my bathroom.”
Ymir stepped a foot forward before fully stopping, raising a halfway, accusing finger as she stared dead straight at Armin. “That’s new.” She spared a knowing glance to you, to which you furrowed your brows. “Trying to look good for someone?” 
You put two and two together, immediately averting your gaze when you realized what she meant.
“What, no!” Armin shook his head. “I just—I just wanted to.”
She didn’t look too convinced, but before anyone could say anything, there was a knock on the door yet again. You nudged Armin. 
“I’ll get it,” he announced.
It was Eren and Mikasa. 
Unconsciously, your face lit up at the sight of Eren. He looked good, in the usual collectedness of his demeanor that contrasted the messiness of his tied-up hair. 
His mouth opened, but for a second, the words died in his throat as he finally took in the sight of the blonde standing right in front of him. 
“You cut your hair?! Since when?”
Mikasa peeked out from over Eren’s shoulder, brows lifting in surprise. 
Armin sheepishly smiled. “Just recently.” He opened the door wider as he stepped back. 
“And you didn’t tell us?” Eren raised a brow, smiling nonetheless.
“Surprise.” Armin’s smile multiplied tenfold, and he was all teeth now, grinning like he was proud of himself.
“I think it really suits you,” Mikasa added.
“Yeah, I agree.”
Everyone greeted the two, and there was a new commotion in the apartment space, bustling and familiar, a distinct aura that only seemed to appear when Eren walked into a room. Great, another dot to the list of things you liked about him.
Armin finally sat back down next to you, snug against your side. 
Eren found a way to your other side, and when Mikasa sat down next to him, he scooted toward you, squishing your limbs together as he attempted to make room.
There was a moment of silent shuffling that everyone followed as Armin scooted further down to make space for all four of you. 
You were now sandwiched—practically squeezed—between the two most conflicting boys in your life right now. On your right was the guy you liked, and on your left was your relationship mentee and potential—
Would you ever help me physically?
—friends with benefits. 
It was even worse to actually think about it. You didn’t need to say it out loud for it to sound embarrassing. It wasn’t that having a friends-with-benefits relationship was embarrassing, but that it was with Armin Arlert. And it hadn’t even started yet. 
You squeezed your thighs together. 
“You guys wanna play a game?” Connie threw two controllers in your direction before picking one up for himself. He sat down on the adjacent couch. 
Eren laughed out of his nose, retorting, “Well, you already gave us the controllers, so we don’t have a choice, do we?” 
You watched again as Connie scrolled through a list of game titles. 
But you were all too aware of the bodies pressed against you, shoulders caging you in, almost as if you were under them. 
Feeling uncomfortable, you stood up. What you didn’t know was that at the other end of the couch, Mikasa shifted in her seat, which prompted Eren to scoot your way. And in the process of you standing up, Eren’s body knocked right into yours, catching you off balance. And then there was something firm beneath your thighs when you fell, nothing like the softness of the couch cushion. 
Hands quickly came to brace your hips.
You were basically sitting on half of Armin’s lap, straddling his thigh as he caught you. Your hand instinctively shot out to support you, landing on his other leg.
“Oh,” you said before you even realized it. And the hands on your hips left as quickly as they came. 
“Oh,” he repeats. “Sorry. Careful.”
You fully stood up now, sparing a glance at Eren like you did something wrong, but before your eyes could meet his, he abruptly turned away, like he was caught red-handed. 
“Thanks,” you mumbled, embarrassed, but with your back to Armin and the delay in your response and the whole falling-into-his-lap thing, you wondered if you made it more awkward.
Because it definitely was awkward. Especially with whatever there was between you two. 
You stalked into the kitchen and hoped that you’d find something to do. 
“Y/N, can you get the good sushi?” Connie waved you off, not even offering you a single glance. Judging by the fact that he’d been oddly quiet, he probably hadn’t seen what happened. 
You rolled your eyes but were thankful that you now had a real excuse to be in the kitchen.
There was a sudden wave of new voices from behind the front door, and a series of knocks followed right after. 
Armin stood up again to open the door. 
And as soon as he did, four people that you hadn’t been expecting walked through. Reiner, Bertholdt, Historia, and Annie. This was a perfect opportunity for Armin. 
“Oh, hi guys,” Armin greeted, pausing, eyes panning over the blonde girl. “Hi, Annie.” 
You chimed in a quick greeting, too, watching as Bertholdt and Annie took the seats where you and Armin once sat with Reiner next to Connie on the loveseat.
That left Armin without a spot, standing aimlessly, as he spared you a glance through the kitchen’s pass-through window. 
The moment you made eye contact, though, he came closer. For a moment—and only a moment, your breath constricted in your throat and you stilled in anticipation for a reason you couldn’t even explain. Maybe because then you would be alone with him. Before you could process it, Armin was standing right next to you. 
His lips parted to speak but closed the moment you tugged on his sleeve.
“Hey.” You pulled him deeper into the kitchen, leaning in. “This is your chance. Annie’s here. Talk to her, get closer to her…make a move.” 
He visibly gulped at your words, shooting a wary glance to the side. 
“But everyone’s watching.” 
“That’s why you have to be subtle,” you suggested, to which Armin only raised a confused brow. “Sit next to her—like, really close. Maybe if we’re watching something, you could like, whisper in her ear. Or maybe teach her how to play a video game. Annie’s not with our group that much, so just make her feel welcome.”
“Okay. I’ll try,” he breathed, quiet, and you finally realized how close he stood to you and how close you had pulled him in. 
Your mind wandered to him again—him asking you such an outrageous, yet tempting, question, almost kissing you, and being so intimate with you.
Now that you’d seen him in a different light, it was hard to suppress thoughts like these. 
In a different light.
Wasn’t that his goal the whole time? To be seen more like this? You wondered if he even needed your help because, right now, it seemed like he had already achieved his goal. 
Suddenly, he tapped your waist. 
“You’re spacing out again.” 
But you didn’t reply. No, instead—it was almost instinctive the way you did it—your gaze fell to his lips, bouncing right back to his eyes when you realized what you did. 
His brows rose by just a fraction, and his gaze shot to your lips, almost like it was instinct. You watched his throat bob, just as breathless as you were, before his eyes flitted back at you again. There was longing in the way he stared at you, so evident and bright in his blue irises. 
“Do you…”
He trailed off, an unsure look painted on his face. 
This was really bad timing, but you were just so swept away. You don’t entirely know what or why, but it was along the lines of wanting to just kiss him—be close to him—or the thrill of just doing it behind everyone’s back.
“I know you want it,” he breathed, regaining his composure.
It was sinful. His voice dropped an octave, reduced to a raw whisper. You didn’t think he meant for it to sound this provocative and straightforward—or did he? You didn’t expect this, especially coming from him of all people. 
It. He knew you wanted it. It wasn’t “I know you want to” but “I know you want it.” And with the way he spoke to you, it could mean a lot of things.
You swallowed the lump that was building in the back of your throat, taking a sidelong glance at the direction your friends were in.
The living room and kitchen were obscured by a wall, with half of it being a kitchen pass-through window. You were standing just to the side of the window, so if anyone looked in, they wouldn’t be able to see you two.
Right out of eyeshot and—hopefully—earshot. 
You felt hands slide onto your waist, slow, delicate, and reluctant. Almost inexperienced, if you could put it that way.
And then you heard footsteps approaching. 
Quickly pushing him away, you whirled around, facing the fridge directly behind you, and opened the doors in an attempt to look busy. The plate of sushi. Right. What you came for in the first place. 
“You’re so obvious, Armin.” 
You stilled for a moment, sushi plate halfway in your hands, because you recognized this voice all too well, even when it was hushed, and after a second too long, you finally processed the words. Wary, unblinking, you turned around, letting the fridge shut on its own.
Eren stopped to bend down and grab a water bottle, eyes locked on you the entire time. 
“What?” Armin gasped.
“I know you like her.” Eren shrugged.
You looked at Armin expectantly, caught off guard by Eren, but you couldn’t see his face from this angle. 
“Do you mean Annie?” you asked. 
Eren was aware of Armin’s crush; that was common knowledge. She was the only person he could possibly be referring to. Unless he was talking about…
You really wanted to know what expression Armin was making, and your confusion only doubled when Eren’s gaze drifted to your form. 
Unless he was talking about you?
“Nothing. You know what.” Eren’s eyes were still on you when he popped open the cap and took a gulp of his water. 
“You could at least keep it down a little…” Armin cautioned, voice low in a whisper. 
A haughty, coy smirk crept up his lips, not directed toward you, but to Armin. “You should at least make a move tonight.” 
He shrugged again and stepped out of the kitchen.
“Um, okay. I will,” Armin answered, so faint it was as if it were to himself.
Eren didn’t spare a glance back. 
You were standing there still clutching onto the cold plate of sushi, focused on the back of his head. “That was weird. Is he in on this?” Your voice dropped to the quietest whisper you could muster. “Does he know about our…”
“No, no,” Armin answered quickly, shaking his head as he turned to you fully. “It’s only between you and me.” 
You muttered an “okay” before you moved past him and into the living room, but as you walked back, you let your head fall in the gutter, and you felt it again now—your heart sinking, stomach churning. The plate was cold under your fingertips, a sensation that brought you back to reality about what just happened. What could’ve happened. 
Your lips pressed together on their own—in some shameful, self-aware way. Because your lips were just a second from being on his.
The living room filled your ears with blurts of cries and cheers of what you assume must be a really competitive game of Mario Kart. You placed the sushi plate onto the table, and someone screamed at you to not block the screen, but Connie was nowhere to be seen.
The seating had changed now: some of your friends had switched around, and the rest were missing.
But that wasn’t important. The only important thing was that someone left the spot next to Eren empty and the spot next to Annie, who moved to the other couch, empty. 
A perfect setup for you and Armin. 
Armin, who you had been getting a little too close to. Who you couldn’t help but want. You wanted him as much as you wanted to help him.
You slid in next to Eren, so naturally and effortlessly that when your thighs and arms met, he wouldn’t have suspected a thing. Because either way, this was normal; you were friends, and that should’ve been enough of a reason for you to be close to him. 
In full swing, Armin followed right after, sitting next to Annie—not touching, but a safe distance between them. And for once, as you put the weird tension aside, you were content for the night. 
As per tradition, Connie put on a movie, all lights turned off. This was the last movie of the night, a “really funny one” as quoted by Connie himself.
Every time you laughed, you immediately self-sabotaged and glanced at the loveseat, where Armin at Annie sat, brushing shoulders, to see if they were laughing, too. And every time, you heard it louder than your own. You were torn between supporting his advancements and indulging this sense of… selfishness.
You felt the same way about Armin as you do with Eren—felt this strange possessiveness. He was your best friend. And seeing him with someone else made you feel a word you didn’t want to think aloud.
Even though it was the whole point of your agreement, Armin was coming to you just to end up with another girl in the end.
They were close now, smushed together because Sasha wedged herself in the other end of the couch, but she wasn’t part of their world. Armin did exactly what you told him, talking lowly in her ear about God knows what.
You were spiraling. You thought of the almost-kiss from last night, the lap incident, the almost-kiss from earlier, and Eren’s odd comment, and you wondered if Armin was affected, too, just as delirious as you were right now.
Eren was lightly snuggled up right beside you and you to him. You had better things to worry about, like enjoying Eren’s closeness. Granted, Mikasa sat on his other side, but you needed to remember she was your best friend, too. 
You turned to talk to Eren, but you were immediately met with green eyes, familiar and watchful. His eyes widened ever-so-minutely, frozen for a second, and flitted to a spot behind you. You didn’t even have to look to know who he was looking at. 
Shit, did he catch you staring?
He leaned into your ear. “What are you doing for the rest of the night?” His voice was a prickle against the skin of your earlobe, all low and husky and warm. 
“Nothing,” you whispered. “Why?” 
“Just asking. We”—he gestured to himself, you, Mikasa, and Armin—“could go somewhere or do something after.”
“It’s midnight.”
“So?”
“I have work in the morning.”
On that cue, the movie ended, music blaring, as the end credits rolled in. Connie had been torturing everyone with movies back-to-back. The kitchen and living room were a scattered, trashy mess of cans and bottles, stacked with empty pizza boxes. 
You stood up and stretched, and several of your friends followed.
Jean had already retreated to his room for the night, and some others had left earlier; you were just one of the stragglers that stayed behind. 
The lights switched on with a flick, and chatter resumed. Judging from the tired sag on everyone’s faces, you knew this was the end of the night. 
Armin was the first to go. “I’m going to head home now. Bye, guys!”
As soon as he finished that sentence, his gaze darted to you for a brief moment. And a little awkward.
You didn’t like this tension between the two of you. But at the same time, you didn’t hate it either.
Your friends said goodbye to him like it was the most casual thing ever, and then he was gone. Seeing him leave early, you felt…sad. Even though he was the one missing out, you felt like you were missing out on him. The movie just ended, but you planned to talk a little more before you left. 
Eren came up from behind you. “So, you don’t want to come to my house? I’m gonna text Armin if he wants to, too.”
You startled before peering at him. As much as you wanted to, and as much of a tempting invitation that was to hear from Eren, you needed rest.
“For what?”
“Late night swim in my pool. Like we all used to.” 
“But I have work,” you sighed. “How about tomorrow?”
He sighed, too. 
“Fine.” 
You helped throw away the main horde of trash, because knowing Connie and Jean, they probably wouldn’t clean it up until the next morning. Or the next. 
The moment you said your goodbyes and closed the door, you were ready to unwind from all of the little things that happened. 
But before you even got to your car, you spotted something. 
Was that Armin’s car? 
From what you saw from his window, Armin only sat there, still and contemplative, reclined against his seat, for a reason you didn’t know except that it was just like him to do so. You wondered why he hadn’t driven off yet.
He must’ve caught your reflection in the side mirror because his shoulders jolted in surprise, and he turned to you with an expression that melted from listlessness to outright relief. The window rolled down, and you greeted him with a smile that he reciprocated a little too quickly. 
“Hey. You left so fast. I still wanted to talk to you,” you said. The scent of his cologne wafted to you in an almost comforting yet overwhelming way, but you ducked down to lean further into it. 
He sat up straight, and his head came closer to yours as a result. “Really?” It was boyish—the way he said it, soft and almost sad. “Then…what are you doing for the rest of the night?”
“Nothing,” you replied. “Going home.”
“Can I come over?” 
You shot him a look of surprise. The skeptical part of your brain was nudging you, asking you how such a good opportunity like this was actually presenting itself to you. But the giddy pounding in your heart was desperate to let something good happen—to resolve this weird magnetism. 
“You want to?” You sucked in a breath. Now you felt bad for saying no to Eren, but you knew that swimming at his house would mess up your sleep schedule even more. “Okay, but you can’t stay for long. I have work in the morning.” 
As long as he stayed for just a little, it’d be fine. 
“Okay.” A flush of pink steadily rose to his cheeks. “Thank you.”
The whole walk back to your car—no, the whole drive back to your apartment, you were reeling in disbelief. Because you knew something was bound to happen and he was going to ask more from you and the kitchen situation from earlier was left unspoken. 
You arrived and piled out of your car. In the distance, he parked and quickly hopped out, jogging to you. 
“Sorry, I hope I’m not bothering you with this. I just…” He trailed off. “What did you want to talk about?”
“Oh yeah, how’d it go with Annie?” 
“It was fine. She’s hard to open up. I think I was just saying the wrong things.”
“No, no, I can tell she’s just a reserved person. Did you take my advice from yesterday?”
“Um, yeah I did. I tried my best, at least, but I felt like I was overly nice.” He chuckled dryly.
“It’s fine. At least you’re one step closer.”
He hummed in response, shrugging, watching you fiddle with your keys in the doorknob. You both got a whiff of warm apartment air as soon as it unlocked. It was dark and empty; your roommate wasn’t returning until tomorrow. 
His hands found purchase in his pockets, eyes looking around idly. “Wow, I haven’t been here in a while.”
“Yeah, sorry. My roommate is always home, and she doesn’t like guests. But she’s not home right now.”  
You immediately curled up into your couch and closed your eyes, sleepiness washing over you like a tide. The cushions dipped beneath your body as Armin took a seat. 
You could fall asleep like this. You’d even let him sleep right here, too.
It was silent for a while. The more it prolonged, the more you started to tense. 
His voice cut through the silence like a knife. “Hey, sorry for earlier. Back at Connie’s. I don’t know what came over me.” 
Your eyes shot open, but you stayed curled up, quiet, because you truthfully didn’t have an answer. This conversation was bound to be brought up. You slowly untangle yourself from your position, sitting up. 
“No,” you denied. “No, I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me either. You don’t have to apologize at all.” An instinctive gulp hit you quickly and forced saliva down your throat, and you were just there, choked up over your choice of words. 
“I—I didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable or anything. That was really unlike me. It’s good that…it was you, at least.” 
Whatever force came over him at that moment…was working. His advances were working. All Armin needed to do was to let that confidence take him over again—to let himself be bold. You shook your head. Neither of you looked at each other—just sitting, talking. And there was something thick and unspoken in the air, resting heavy on your shoulders. 
“Armin, I don’t even know why you need my help. I can already see you in a different…” You backtracked, stepping over your words. It was hard to be transparent without making things weird, to salvage as much friendship as you could. “I mean, whatever you’re doing, it’s working. You seem like you know what you’re doing.”
Armin laughed quietly out of his nose, not out of amusement or mockery, you thought, but relief. “R—Really? I don’t know what I did, it just felt right, bad timing and all,” he said.
“It’s fine. It felt right for me, too. You can do anything—” To me. You stopped. “Um, what I—what I mean is, think of it as an extension of our agreement. We can try anything you want. For educational purposes.” 
You mentally cursed yourself at your horrible attempt at saving yourself as heat rose to your cheeks. Everything you’d been saying sounded like a confession. 
From the corner of your eye, you could vaguely see him dropping his head, face scrunched into a sheepish frown. “Are you sure? What I did wasn’t weird or anything, right?” 
This time, you finally faced him. “If I was uncomfortable that time, I wouldn’t have leaned in…I don’t mind at all.” 
He laughed again, but this time, it rang sweetly, bashfully. “Okay, um, then can we—can we try something?” he stuttered, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed, the certainty leaving his voice as he spoke.
Your heart thumped in your chest as the air surged out of your lungs. You remembered last night, an exact replica of this moment. Dark, late at night, and alone with each other. And he again threw you such a hard request that had your stomach flipping.
Taking in a deep breath, you asked, “What do you want to try?”
He was looking at you now, and God, his eyes were so innocently bright, peering at you with so much eagerness that you wondered if he would always look like this when…
“Teach me how to kiss.” 
It came out in a needy whisper, voice fracturing, as if he said it all in one breath. The tension in your chest burst and blood rushed to your head like a storm. 
It was one thing to just be kissed—to let it flow in the feel of the moment—and another to be asked for it. 
The weight of his words laid on you now, expectant. He came to you for this, and who were you to refuse him?
“S—Sure. We can.” So you shifted closer to him, and you swore the air got heavier, harder to breathe. Your heart felt like it was wrenching itself out of your ribs, beating so hard that it filled your ears. 
His eyes bored into you still, unchanging, glossed over with a look of desire that looked so tempting. The blush on his face darkened when you placed a hand on his face, nearing closer and closer. He was soft under your touch, warm and ablaze as you lightly swiped your thumb across his cheek. 
“Try to match me, okay? We can stop any time.” 
With the final push, you pulled him in. 
Your lips slotted against his, slowly and methodically, like you were both trying to get the feel of things. His lips were soft, pliable, and you could feel their plumpness as you pressed into him, urging him on. He moved hesitantly and gently, slower than you, but somehow matching your pace perfectly and so fittingly. You began feeling lightheaded the wetter the kiss became because you couldn’t believe this was actually happening. 
You could sense his arm reaching around your body, stopping when his hand grabbed your outer thigh, and in one swoop, he pulled you into him, closing the remaining distance between your bodies. Now, your side was pressed up against his, heat radiating off of him, almost scorching you, reminding you of how close you two were—physically and emotionally.
And then you heard shuffling and the quietest, littlest click, like…like he was silencing his phone.
The kiss was still slow and steady, pushing and pulling, and you could tell he was gaining more confidence. Suddenly, he tilted his head further, pushing, which caused a hitch in your breath. His hand found its way to the back of your neck. He was taking the lead now. 
Your face was flushed with heat and your chest was heaving. Lost in the haze, you started lightly sucking on his lips. 
It was like this for a while. Sensual and solid and rhythmic as your lips moved in perfect tempo. He was good. A fast learner that took initiative. 
You didn’t like having to twist your head like this, so with a bated breath, you pulled away and stood up, hoping for the best. Confusion swam blue in his eyes as he watched you move, like a puppy. Cute.
Lifting your knees, you clumsily scrambled onto his lap, hands gripping onto his shoulders. You refrained from sitting too close because too fast, you thought, too fast for the current lesson and too fast for the anticipation already building in your stomach. 
But your plan quickly went out the window because you somehow, somehow, slipped a little too far, inches away from his crotch.
He inhaled sharply as his legs spread wider to support you and his hands instantly grabbed onto the base of your waist. The force of it pushed your shirt up a little, revealing the tiniest sliver of skin. 
This reminded you of when you fell into his lap, except this time, you were straddling both of his legs and facing him, and the feeling was nothing like the adrenaline from before. It was all-consuming with desire and just him him him.
“You’re shaking.” You squeezed his shoulders, but you swore you were shaking, too. “Breathe and relax. It’s just me.”
It was ironic; he was nervous now, when before at Connie’s apartment, he wasn’t.
Armin breathed out a shaky laugh, not daring to meet your eyes but rather on a spot on your neck. “I know. It’s you that makes me nervous.”
You couldn’t fight back the smile that crept up your lips, the beat of your heart, and the warmth that traveled up your cheeks. 
Looking at him, you noticed it now. The feverish tint of red on his cheekbones and the blown-out pupils, eyes lidded and so dark in this lighting that they almost looked gray. You wondered what you looked like to him right now.
His arms unexpectedly wrapped around your waist, tugging you all the way in until your chests and torsos were flushed against each other and your noses touched. He really did it now. 
“Will your roommate be home soon?” 
Oh, that was bold. That was bold because he looked up at you with those eyes and pleaded with that voice. You peeked at the time on your living room clock. Just a little past one in the morning. 
You weren’t getting any sleep soon, you realized. You remembered Eren—remembered how you declined him because it was late, but here you were.
When Armin didn’t receive an answer, he caught you off guard with a tiny peck to your lips. 
You gulped. 
“No.”
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slut4mika · 2 years
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" 𝐢𝐟 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 "
➳ 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠. - 𝘧𝘵. 𝘮𝘪𝘬𝘢𝘴𝘢 𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘯, 𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳, 𝘺𝘮𝘪𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳
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#TAGS!? - afab!fem! reader. praise. degradation. scissoring. use of strap-on. mommy kink. mentions of squirting. spitting. mentions of pussy jobs? mean! eren. sugar mommy! ymir. mentions of subby(ish)! connie.
#NOTE!? - hiii i hope u liked it i have not had a ton of motivation to write but i wanted to start writing again since i just moved from my old acc!!! <33
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𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐒𝐀 𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍
she is very sweet! she likes to give you kisses and massage the flesh of your ass and run her hands across your tummy (and you better believe this girl is into praise).
she is not a fan of teasing, she likes to please you and give you exactly what you want. why wouldn't she? you are her pretty girl.
she doesn’t talk very much but when she’s close you can tell, she just won’t shut up!!! she just wont stop telling you how good you are or how pretty you look, she’s just so needy for you, she needs you to know how badly she wants you.
she loves scissoring, she thinks that it is just such an intimate position - her grinding against your wet pussy while she kisses your calf and wipes your pleasured tears away.
+ “mikasa f-fuck..” you cry, thighs shaking as they try to press closed against mikasa's firm grip holding them open. she peppers kisses up your leg, whispering sweet nothings into your calf. “shh you look so pretty y/n, look so beautiful when you're like this” her eyes watch you closely, intently staring your face which was twisted in pleasure. but her gaze is interrupted by the back of your hand coming up the cover your face. her lips part as she brought a hand up to intertwine her fingers with yours covering your knitted eyebrows. she slowly moves your hand in hers and a smile spreads across her euphoric face. “dont hide your face from me love- sh-shit you’re so gorgeous, so perfect for me, crying under me like such a good girl”
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𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑
he is such a dick. he likes to tease a lot, acting oblivious whenever you're clearly desperate for him just so you beg. he just enjoys making you use your words! nothing is sexier than a girl pleading him to fuck her.
he's into spit, he'll do it anywhere honestly slut. he loves to see your eyes look up at him in confused euphoria whenever you feel his saliva on your face, a small punishment for being such a whore and sucking his dick so easily. there's just something about the way your tongue lolls out to recieve his spit, and the way you never swallow until he says.
he's mean, he'll grab your face so you look him in the eye and tell him who you belong to. you act like a whore and he makes sure you know it. he just gets such a rush from the way your self respect absolutely declines just for him. if you couldn't tell, eren LOVES an obedient bitch.
although eren is mean, when he can tell you're getting close he can't help his sweet thoughts tumble out of his lips, even if its just telling you how good you feel or telling you what a good slut you are. he needs you to know that he is, after everything, yours.
+ "yeah? yeah, you fucking like that? dirty bitch letting me use your little pussy like this" he holds your thighs up to your head, not letting you break the his eye contact. your tongue lolls out at his filthy words and you clench around his cock, pistoning in and out your pretty cunt. "y-yeah shit you like that fucking slut i can feel you clenching around me so hard baby" your eyes are filled with lust and love and you can't help but feel a pang of euphoria in your chest. he just fucks you so well. "kiss me..." you beg as your hands grip his shirt, knuckles turning white, "want you to kiss me eren" your plead leaves him taken aback and his hips stutter for a moment before his lips crash against yours. he moans in your mouth, feeling your legs wrap around his waist and absolutely lost in your lips. you sob out, legs shaking and back arching against his chest. he doesn't pull away but instead buries his face into the crook of your neck. "slutty pussy feels so fucking amazing princess f-fuck. want me to fucking fill this dirty cunt up? wanna give me some pretty babies? yeah i'll make sure you never forget that you're mine"
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𝐘𝐌𝐈𝐑
this woman LOVES when you use her. use her thigh, use her mouth, use her however you want. she's not lazy or subby (but maybe she could be 🤔) or anything - far from it - she just finds so much pleasure in seeing how desperately you want her.
she likes when you ride her in specific. ride her anywhere, on a strap or her thigh, she's pretty indifferent about making you feel good. her hands are always on your hips when you grind so prettily on her bouncing thigh. she doesn't say much, she'll just watch you fuck yourself with half lidded eyes and a smirk on her face.
she's not a fan of scissoring but she is obsessed with straps. she loves the control she has over having your face pressed into the mattress, fucked completely dumb on her cock. she'll hold your arms behind your back, groaning nothing but honey sweet words.
and while she might not be able to feel how your pussy feels around her, she is quite vocal. her moans just slip out of her so easily!!! how could they not when you look so cute gagging on her cock like that?
+ “fuck you look so good bouncing on my cock like that” ymir praises lowly, before tucking her bottom lip between her teeth. she watches you intently, dragging her silicone cock in and out of your pulsing walls. your hands quivered as you dug your nails into her broad shoulders. she hissed and her tight grip on your hips tightened. she cursed, trying to refrain from fucking up into you. poor baby just wanted to see you crying on her cock. “mommy please- mommy g-gonna cum!” you sob and your thighs press together, your hands on ymir’s chest as you jolt forward at the feeling of her hitting that sweet spot deep inside you. you continue riding her, ymir feeling your hip falter. "fuck yeah baby, c’mon if you squirt for me i’ll buy you that new prada bag you wanted so badly"
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𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑
he is suchhh a tease. he loves giving you what you want, of course, but he just think you are so cute whimpering and begging him to just put it in. his favourite thing is running his cock up and down your wet folds, prodding the head at your entrance and watching the way your thighs start to shake and your eyes try their hardest not to roll back. its so adorable! (he gets too impatient tho so the teasing does not last long)
he is kind of subby tbh :( he gets so whiny when you ride him, he is so sensitive and the feeling of your pussy is so overwhelming that tears sometimes form in his eyes. he literally goes insane when you put your hands on his chest and tell him to just sit back and look pretty, his breath hitches and he can't help but let out sinful moans that are far louder than any sweet words you could whisper back.
he is so vocal, he loves to talk to you while he’s buried deep inside you. any moan that falls from your lips illicites a gritted “uh huh? yeah?” he simply cant help but let you know how good your cunt is, how slutty that face you make is, how he wants to make you all his - which maybe leads to a plethora of pussy drunk marriage proposals. its not his fault that he’ll say anything on his mind - he’s just so lost in your pussy!!!
+ "oh fuck baby yes" connie's hips thrusting upwards, trying to bury his already deep cock into your soaking pussy. he looked so good right now - his arm behind his lulling head, legs spread wide as he pushed your hips up and down. the desperate drag of his cock paired with his whiny grunts are almost too overwhelming, and your back arches while your head falls back. "mm fuck y'look so fucking sexy princess gonna make me cum 'f you keep doing that" he chuckles under his breath before his teeth clench at you grinding down on his dick. "connie feels so good" you cry, thighs shaking beside his as you continue to chase your oncoming orgasm. he tucks his lip between his teeth, hand coming to grip your waist. "s-shit you gonna cum? yeah? fuck yeah you are, squeezing me so hard, making me feel so fucking good baby wanna cum with you so bad c'mon cum for me"
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sherylhooper · 6 months
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You know what? This is for the fucking idiots who call us delusional and make fun of us about how we don't read jjk manga and can't understand facts and only they can.
Have you all read a book or two in your life??? Have you even had to write a review for the book? Do you even know what good book is?
Or do you all just simple take whatever the author puts on your plate and say "thank you" instead of looking at it with criticism??
YOU DON'T GET TO JUDGE MANGAKA BECAUSE THIS IS STILL THEIR WRITING, BLAH, BLAH, BLAH.
Yeah, NOT SHIT!! This maybe their writing but sometimes it still sucks!! And we, who can clearly see this, and aren't satisfied with all the stupid plot/battle, etc. are allowed to call it out.
Just because someone writes something and you read it doesn't mean that everything they write is great!!
People criticize classical books and authors all the time and if we criticize Gege Akutami, we are ungratefull? JUST BECAUSE WE DON'T TAKE WHATEVER HE GIVES US WITH A THANK YOU, LIKE A BEGGAR??
I know some of you don't have enough brain cells to use to think logically, but have you even read anything else besides Shounen Manga? Or is this the limit you all are capable of?
This 5-6 months and chapters have no meaning to the plot besides making Sukuna even more overpowered!!
Gojo, who? Kashimo, who? Exactly!! Nothing!! Gojo's whole character was violated in ch 236!
This Sukuna dickriding from both Gojo and Kashimo (from Gege) got really boring really quickly!
I'm so sorry that some of you trully can't even understand what bad writing is!
"Just because something didn't go the way you wanted, doesn't mean it's bad writing" - do you all have any other argument besides this against us? But what should I expect from people who don't know what "show don't tell" means.
You are the same AOT fans who were "thankfull" for Isayama and his bullshit ending, with Armin thanking Eren for mass genocide and Eren whining about Mikasa and whole Ymir having stockholm syndrome, were bashing us who didn't like the ending!!
Read a fucking good book or two besides the trash Colleen Hoover books or whatever booktok throws your way, so you can develop a thinking brain and not let it rot in your skull.
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jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd · 3 months
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sneak peak of ch9 ugh i love ymir and y/n drama if it isn’t obvious
of lilacs & lacrosse | jean x reader
read ch 1-8 right now right here
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honeyypotato · 2 years
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The Girl in the Woods
A Reiner Braun x Fem!Reader fic!
I'm posting this weekly on Fridays here and on Ao3 @ honeypotato.
The chapters without links have not been posted yet.
Summary:
You are the result of an experiment to create a brand new titan. At 5 years old, you were presented as an option to become a Warrior in Marley, but they threw you out due to the fact that you couldn’t become an actual titan. Now, you wandered the countryside of Paradis trying to scrape by. The experiment that created you had failed, leaving you with blades of reinforced bone grafted to your forearms that you could summon at will, and your transformation leaves you in a half-titan state, gaining all the abilities of a titan except for its size.
Reiner, Bertholdt, and Ymir are traveling in the forest after their attempt to kidnap Eren and Historia. They’re about to be attacked by bandits, however your status as one of the most dangerous things in the countryside easily scares off your attackers. They suggest you travel with them, since you obviously are someone people around here don’t want to deal with. You become unlikely allies–but just how far will you go for your new friends?
Some notes about this fic:
This is really, really heavily reliant on the canon SNK anime. There are lots of season 3 and 4 spoilers!! Maybe also some season 2 spoilers, I don’t remember! Just don’t read it if you don’t want spoilers!
This is basically a full-blown story centered around y/n, just in the AoT universe. The main relationship is Reiner x reader, and my intention when starting this was to just write a little Reiner x reader fic to cure my Reiner brainrot, but it naturally grew from there as I developed y/n’s backstory.
This story is written from the perspective of someone who joins Reiner in fighting against Eren & company. Reiner and his friends from Marley are probably not who a lot of people are super fond of throughout the story, and they do a lot of bad shit, but I thought it would be interesting to write a story where y/n is naive, selfish, and not the “hero” type.
Y/n has no idea what they are or what anything in the AoT world is, given their background, so this story is written from a bit of a naive perspective and doesn’t go into depth with explanations outside of what the characters choose to tell y/n.
Warnings and Info:
Canon-typical violence
Canon-compliant deaths
Threats of rape in chapter 7
Non-consensual kiss from a minor character in chapter 7
Smut - starting at ch 14
Childhood trauma/verbal abuse mentions
strong language in spots
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Chapters with smut will be marked with a 💕
Chapter 1: The Child
Chapter 2: The Girl in the Woods
Chapter 3: Ripping off the Band-Aid
Chapter 4: Friends
Chapter 5: Titan
Chapter 6: Past
Chapter 7: Outside the Forest
Chapter 8: The Wall
Chapter 9: Shiganshina
Chapter 10: Retreat
Chapter 11: Home
Chapter 12: Adjustments
Chapter 13: Family
Chapter 14: War 💕
Chapter 15: Prejudices
Chapter 16: Invasion
Chapter 17: Aftermath 💕
Chapter 18: Reaction
Chapter 19: The Rumbling
Chapter 20: Pride
Chapter 21: Revolution
There will be more chapters, I need to read the manga first.
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rougekithes · 5 months
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AoT Ending defenders think that Eren whining over Mikasa is why people were upset but, I lowkey don't think that's the whole story.
I know I can't stand the ending but the whining is, for me, just a small part honestly. Personally I'm not fond of the shoe horned in romance, could just make the breakdown about like, everyone, and less Mikasa specific and I'd have no issues with it. Mostly because, yeah the dude is 19 and knows he's about to die, having a moment here is perfectly fine. I just never saw the interactions between Mikasa and Eren as particularly romantic, at least from Eren's side. Some may claim "but but but he punched a titan bare handed to protect Mikasa!!", Well yes that he did, but he also jumped into a titan's mouth, facing what was for him at the time, certain death to protect Armin. - I have a hard time viewing them as romantic even after I read Ch. 139.
But lemme just: - (Anime) Eren going "bc I was a powerhungry idiot." - (Manga) Eren going "I dunno, I just felt like I should do it" - Fucking Ymir Fritz being in love with a man that killed and enslaved her family, cut out her tongue, raped and abused her. (Sure, you can be abused and still be in love with your abuser but what the fuck kinda message is this here) - Eren being responsible for Carla's death. - pre determinism. - (Anime) Genocide somehow being the actual solution to the problem because apparently anime paradis makes it into a futuristic Sci-Fi Era, despite the 20% of the global population that survived still dwarfing Paradis. - It's like 400 Mil people outside Paradis vs. like 2 Mil on Paradis. - (Manga) Armin literally going "Thank you for being a mass murderer for our sake. We won't let this error go to waste". I'm glad it's changed for the anime but god it was so bad, unfortunately the good moment was ended with this "I'm an idiot" line from Eren which kinda ruined it for me again.
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gojuo · 6 months
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What do you think of Aot ending?
man... it was.... whatever. I wasn't having a full meltdown like r/titanfolk was having at the time, but I also wasn't pleased with it either. I'll admit that after the Rumbling was activated, I kinda stopped giving a damn about the cast. Armin, Mikasa, Connie, Jean, Levi, Hange, Annie, Reiner, Gabby, Falco, etc. etc. can't even remember who was there anymore, I just stopped caring about them. not because I was angry or something, but because by that point, my only concern and point of sympathy was Eren and Eren only. Cause he's my son. and I'm not joking. so anyways after the Rumbling Eren — as the main character in the narrative the reader is privy to — essentially disappeared (although it was already happening during the Marley arc but I digress) so I kinda stopped caring about the story as a whole. I did not agree with the philosophy and ideology of the Alliance who all kinda turned into the main protags in that final arc which is why I didn't care about following their journey to get to Eren outside of Eren himself but I'm not going to get into that currently cuz that's a whole can of worms my ass will never open, just FYI. anyways what I'm trying to say is that when we were nearing the end of the manga, the one and only character I actually cared for was Eren and Eren only. so I didn't give damn about Eremika nor did I like it, but it didn't come out of left field either. I was just hoping it'd stay ambiguous like it had always stayed. I liked the Ymir backstory, minus the execution of her soul-freeing epiphany. because the Eremika relationship is in no way or form comparable to what she and King Fritz had and her getting closure because of them is a bit.......... I mean I get what Isayama was going for.. the execution was just awful. but whatever. like I said, at this point I only cared about Eren. And I always knew Eren was going to die. there was not a single possibility in any universe that Eren was not going to die. so I always knew that something like this was going to happen. I just didn't expect it to happen like this .. kinda pathetically. I'm not calling Eren pathetic, just that Isayama's attempt at finishing his character arc was kinda pathetic in a writing sense. My main issue with this fandom was always that no one ever really understood Eren. "He's a crying bitch baby" like dawg he was 10 years old. his mind was broken by Shiganshina. then it continued to break more and more because fate had chosen him to be its infernal victim. and I loved it, I loved him and I knew it was always gonna end this way for him. too bad Isayama kinda fumbled the bag by being too wishy-washy and that by the time we got to the end I just didn't really care anymore to be mad at anything. ch. 139 was just whatever to me. it still is. I can say with my whole heart that SNK is a masterpiece and Eren is one of the best MCs of all time, just that the final stretch of chapters was mehh. it wasn't bad (unlike the age old example of Bleach whose final stretch of chapters ruined the entirety of the manga and I'm not even exaggerating), but it wasn't peak either. it was just, a logical yet meager ending that made sense within the framework the story had always been operating in AKA the ending made sense for the type of story Isayama was trying to tell. Eren's character assassination and the poorness of ch. 139 are greatly overblown by the fandom, but it is true that the ending was quite mehh. that's really all I can say about 139. mehh. whatever. made sense but I wish Eren hadn't been sidelined like this in favor of the Alliance's weak ass convictions. but that also made sense cuz of course Isayama wasn't arguing in favor of omnicide lmfao. so TLDR I thought it was mehh but I wasn't too mad about it because I always knew it was going to end this way. Eren is still my GOAT though bc I agree with his omnicide <3
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sunlightandsuffering · 10 months
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Hiii can i ask what are ur plans for MM? Are u gonna continue and make it into a whole longass fic or its still less than 10 chs? I'm just curious shjzuaja sorry I'm not sure if it was about MM u were talking abt back then but i wasnt really present during those (the one including ymir) and ive read some veeery interesting suggestions (and ur own) for the plot and i know it got u cooking HAHSHA so i was just wondering 👉👈
DID I REALLY MAKE IT 10 CHAPTERS??? I love how I have no fucking clue, but honestly 10 chapters sounds solid to me, I don't think I'll make it SUPER long, i'd maybe add another 1 or 2 if I need to! But honestly 10 chapters sounds solid bc rn I'm on numero 5 so that feels good to me! I don't want to draw it out too much, it's definitely meant to be a shorter cuter fic!
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writer-kermit · 2 years
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ᰔᩚ You don’t gotta wear makeup. ᰔᩚ
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❥ PAIRING: YMIR x HISTORIA RIESS
❥ GENRE: FLUFF
❥ COMMISSIONED OR SELF MADE: SELF MADE
❥ WORD COUNT: 665
ʚ - Summary: Historia does Ymir's makeup. That's literally it.
ᰔ KERMIT'S NOTE: This is the same AU for the last fic right here! I recommend you read it first before reading this one! ᰔ
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“Ymir! Hold still!”
“I’m trying but it tickles!”
Ymir laughed, squirming incessantly as Historia Smith pinned her down with her body. “Come on, it’ll tickle less if you just hold still.” Historia sighed. “Okay okay..” Ymir eventually calmed down and let Historia graze the foundation brush across her freckled skin.
“So, is this what girls do in a sleepover?” She asked her lover. “I think so,” the blonde girl replied, “I mean, I’ve been to only one so I wouldn’t know.” “Will I get a turn after this?” Ymir asked. Historia tilted her head innocently, pretending to think to find an answer. “Hm.. I don’t know..” She replied teasingly. “I’ll think about it.” Ymir chuckled again. “You don’t trust me with your makeup don’t you?” No response from Historia.
Historia then grabbed an eye-shadow pallet, she took a smaller brush and dragged it across the variety of colors. “Ymir, what color do you want?” She asked. “Hm.. I guess red would be a good color, it would contrast the blue.” Ymir replied. Historia nodded and colored Ymir’s eyelids with a glimmering red coral eye-shadow.
“Historia..” Ymir whispered. “Hm? What is it?” “Do you think your parents will.. You know.. Accept me?” “Why do you ask?” Historia questioned. Ymir let out a heavy sigh. “I don’t know. I just think your parents wouldn’t accept me because they think I’m so much like a delinquent.”
Historia frowned, placing her cosmetics near her feet. “You have nothing to worry about. My family loves you. Maybe not all(Levi), but I’m sure one day the whole family will accept you. And besides…” She parted Ymir’s hair and tucked it behind her ear.
“You said you would marry me one day, right?”
Ymir’s lips curve into a smile. “Thank you, Historia.” “Ok, now hold still! I still need to add the finishing touch!” Historia then added lipstick on Ymir. And with a groan and stretch of relief, Historia was done!
“How do I look?” Ymir asked, looking at her phone as a mirror. “Pretty great I assume.” Historia replied. “I mean, I do look good… All thanks to my dear Historia..” The two got closer to one another. Soon enough, they pressed their lips against each other. Ymir snaked her arms around Historia, while Historia placed her hand against Ymir's chest.
“Careful,” she warned, releasing herself from the kiss. “You might mess up my hard work.” “Oops, I can’t help myself. My body just has a mind of its own.” Ymir kissed Historia again, only now, it was more… Stimulated. Ymir’s tongue slid inside Historia’s mouth, kissing her tongue. Historia couldn’t help but moan as Ymir kissed her, forcing her to let her guard down. If only she’d pay attention sooner if it weren’t for…
“I knew it! Armin! You owe me ten dollars!”
Gabi… Smith.
Without hearing the door open, Gabi was in front of Historia’s room, pointing at the highschool sweethearts. “Gabi!” Historia yelled. “What are you doing here?! Get out!” Gabi only laughed, making kissing noises to annoy the two further. “Ymir and Historia sitting in a tree! K-I-S-S-I-N– D’ow!” She was then unexpectedly hit in the head by Armin–Historia’s twin brother.
“Leave them alone Gabi. It’s not like we talk about you and Falco hanging out after school.” He scolded her. Gabi scowled at Armin, mumbling to herself as she walked away. “So sorry about that, I’ll leave you guys alone now.” “Thanks Armin, I owe you one.” Historia replied. Armin only smiled and closed the door. The room was silent again.
“So..” Ymir spoke. “Will I be able to do your make-up-” “Oh look at the time!” Historia interrupted. “It’s time to go to sleep now! Well good Ymir!” She then plopped herself to bed, pretending to snore loudly. Ymir groaned and poked Historia’s cheek. “You’re insufferable, you know that?’ She joked. “Oh stop that. You know you love me.” Historia giggled. Ymir smiled and kissed Historia’s forehead.
She’s right, Ymir did love her.
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aengelren · 2 years
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1,5,6,7,8,11,12,13,15,16,17,20,22,25,26,27,28,30,31,34,35,36,37,50
Smash or pass mike or nicoolo
♡ Thank you for this ask (im late as ever)
Note: I will make a more detailed post about my thoughts on 139 and the ending and esp Eren. But I lightly touched on it below
Smash niccolo
What was your first impression of the show?
I was shocked, did not expect such a perfect first episode. unlike many i know, i got attached immediately. Like i imagines the pain of seeing my mom be in a such a situation and how i would feel so helpless. unlike Eren, i wouldn't be able to go on
Who was your favorite character originally? Did it change?
it was Eren, it's still Eren. I used to be much more attached to Mikasa than what i am now though
Who was your least favorite character initially? Did it change?
Annie, Zeke and Bertholdt. Changed my mind on Zeke heavily and now i love Bert. Still don’t like Annie. Don’t like pieck either
Favorite season?
Can’t choose, love them all but s1 always has a special place in my heart. S3 part 2 was seriously the best experience I’ve had with fiction along with declaration of war in s4 part 1 PLUS!! S4 part 2 Eren plottwist and the “two brothers” episode
Favorite episode?
Can’t choose i have too many
In your opinion, who had the greatest glow up?
Him but he’s always been beautiful. But Eren has always been pretty. Can’t say the same about Armin and Jean so them too ig
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Worst glow up?
No one (maybe someone but I won’t say it hehe, it’s a guy)
One thing you’d change about the story?
Story is actually perfect and I’ll never consume anything close to it. I’d want to see more Eren pov & more of the Jaeger household when they took Mikasa in. Like when she told Eren about the scar etc
Controversial opinion?
Eren rawdogs every Aot character in terms of everything (shouldn’t be controversial but Aot fans are<)
Would you go to the AOT world? What would your role be?
I would say yes but then immediately regret it lol. My role would probably serve as fodder or clinging onto someones hip
What twist genuinely surprised you?
Eren’s “death” in episode 5 of the show, Bertholdt and Reiner’s reveal+Eren orchestrating his whole life
What was the hardest death for you?
Okay so for anime only, it’s Carla, Sasha and Erwin. The saddest one is a manga spoiler
Original uniform or timeskip uniform?
Original cuz green is my favorite color but the new one is sexy
What character grew on you?
Zeke, Ymir, Historia, Magath🙄 and Gabi(?) in some episodes. Reiner and Bertholdt too and i remember Levi growing on me after Erwin’s death
Who would be your best friend irl?
Eren and Armin and Ymir probably:)
Who would you hate irl?
Christa perhaps?
What’s your favorite of the 9 titans? Would you be willing to be a titan shifter?
My favorite is the Attack by far, just how it embodies freedom and keeps moving forward. Basically Eren in a titan. I would be if i lived in their world
Who would be the worst person to be paired with on a group project?
Ymir(freckles) and Gabi
Favorite trio?
No one compares
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You're at a bar, list five characters you’d trust to hold your drink. Who’d you trust the least?
I’d trust Eren, Mikasa, Armin, Hange and Jean
I wouldn’t trust Pieck
Is there a character you really see yourself in? Why?
In Eren i see what i want to be. Mentality wise. I kind of have the same mindset, wanting to know more about the world and purse beyond our knowledge. Difference is: he does it, he tried. And I don’t. I also think i used to relate to Mikasa? Like just for loving to unconditionally
Did you read the manga? Do you have a favorite panel / scene?
Yeah, I’ll make a separate post abt it
Character(s) you’d love to share a beer or two with?
Grisha, Erwin, Zeke, Keith, Sasha’s dad
Be honest, what did you think of the ending?
SPOILERS⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️
Thematically perfect, like actual perfection. Only “problem” was execution in some scenes and it was a bit rushed. They’ll fix that in the anime so it’s all good🙏
My thoughts on ch 139 Eren: now to Eren. We can see in ch 121, Eren says “I’ve always been me, since birth”. In chapter 73 we hear him talk about freedom in a possessive way. In chapter 1 (before his mom got eaten and he got the Attack titan) we can see him obsess over not wanting to live like cattle. The thing with Eren is, he’s always on pursuit for freedom. Yet he’s never satisfied, because it’s never what he imagined. That is because he has a negative view on freedom. So what does this lead to? An obsessive pursuit. When Armin asked Eren why he did it in chapter 139, Eren said “I don’t know”. Now this, is the most miss interpreted line in Aot. The line wasn’t meant to be taken literally. He says “idk” because be doesn’t know, he doesn’t know why he was born with such a need to move forward and find freedom. He doesn’t understand his obsession with it. Read ch 121 and 73 and you’ll notice it. Even if he “doesn’t understand it” it’s still clear as day for him what he wants. That’s what adds a layer to it & makes his choice of path intentionally convoluted for us viewers to understand. The manga never highlighted Eren’s actions as heroic, and Armin didn’t speak on behalf of the world. Eren was declared a devil in the eyes of the world before he ever did anything. Then he proved them to be right. But in the eyes of his friends? He was still Eren. They ALWAYS talked about how wrong it was (except Jean) and Armin didn’t exactly thank him for it. It was more of a brother to brother farewell. Eren and Armin’s relationship was severed at the ocean. They didn’t share the same view on freedom. While Armin sees beauty, Eren sees a threat to freedom. When Armin asked why, he was trying to understand. “Why Eren?” “Why did u want it? Why have u always wanted it?” And it’s simply Eren’s nature to be destructive. Aot is a lot about nature vs nurture and the origin or life. What do i have to support that Eren’s nature is destructive? Well, he carved out his own tragic path in life by sheer will. He was raised with love but ended up thinking differently than Zeke who was raised to think the way Eren does but instead has the mindset that Eren should’ve had. If he were to be normal. Which is where the nature vs nurture argument plays in perfectly. Furthermore, Eren acknowledged his unhinged nature. One that he’s always battled with. He understood that if he weren’t to be stopped, he’d never free Ymir. He’d join his like a slave to his will forever in void. Which is why he trusted the task to Mikasa, stopping it before it was too late. To summarize it, 139 was perfect for Eren’s character and nature. I can’t imagine anything else being fitting? The Aoe stories just make him the average shounen mc who wants revenge. Eren grew past that in ch 91 and later in chapter 123 AND chapter 131. The only thing i want is more Eren pov. I want to know more about what went on though his mind so people (obviously many) who don’t understand his nature, might actually do.
you know, people love to complain about the ending and “wanting more” yet they fail to realize what we even got, lol. People still don’t get why Eren did the rumbling. They still don’t get that he’s always been this way, or how insane he actually turned. Nor to they understand the point of: as long as humans exist=conflict exists. Another thing, the titan curse did NOT come back😭like I’m sad that stupid people consume Aot. Shocker: Ymir did NOT love Fritz. She thinks she did. So it’s not Stockholm syndrome either. People love to analyse hidden messages but apparently when it comes to the ending, the thinking skills just suddenly disappear.
Let me make something very clear, if your reason for hating the ending is because Eren didn’t put his dick in a woman. Log out for me. there’s a reason erehisu fans were a minority. And it’s not because Isayama “portrayed them as—🤓” “drew a sketch of Eren and Historia🥺” “said in a interview🥱” no. By that logic, i can make up the same arguments saying Eren was in love with Reiner. majority ship Eremika or Eremin. I’m gonna be honest, I don’t understand where eh came from since the timelines never even matched? And Eren has always leaned against Mikasa so? But ig that’s why the shippers are a minority. Now, I’m not against any legal ship, (or if you do ship them) but if you’re mad Eren didn’t cream pie then your comprehension skills and miss-directed expectation of the series is beyond embarrassing. There’s a reason every EM knew how the story would end even before the last chapters and we were right🤷‍♀️
“Imagine being so unable to admit that your interpretation may have been wrong and/or so unwilling to change your mind that even when the author himself tells you "that was a bad take" you'd literally rather come up with an insane conspiracy theory without evidence to justify that you were actually right the whole time and no, it was the source material itself that was wrong!”
Isayama was 19 when he started, I’m 20 and i can’t imagine. The story us perfect and I’m sad people who use the term “chad” even get to have an opinion on it. At the end of the day, if they want “chad”. Eren did kill his mom and dad. Basically his whole family. He did face death without a blink of the eye. But he had a heart to heart with his best friend after they ignored his state for the past 4 years, he relived every horrific memory ever and omg 😱 “Eren is ruined” no. I love him more to feel broken about him finally letting himself be vulnerable. After all, Isayama did say
“for the last chapter, Eren came back”
Beautiful
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ruin-iii · 1 year
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Sojourn
TW. Suicidal ideation.
The last traveller in line evaporates to dust.
Emerging from the outskirts of the plaza, Signe traces the footsteps of the adventurer that once was. Their terminal is unknown to her. Funny, how travelling via aetheryte can make even a destination a deeply personal thing. Most opt for a hands-off journey, being chauffeured from their beginning to end without a care — without control. 
People often speak of one’s constitution and aptitude in manipulating aether as necessities for aetheryte travel, but neither concerns her. No, it’s the unspoken requisite of setting intent — the reliance on one’s will as the sole compass — that roots her in her place.
Signe’s mind is the source of her power. The Scholar’s blessing and the Spinner’s curse. From her fingertips, trickling streams flow into the well of the crystal, releasing a floodgate of conscious and subconscious thought that merges into a confluence.
The potency of her reason cannot be tamed; no matter how much she wills it to silence, her thoughts prise their maws open with gnashing teeth and desperate winges. She knows what they say even in echoes. 
The aetherial sea is devoid of tactile feeling. The ocean is her own liquid skin, the lot of it familiar and folding in on her. Kneading dough that serves to nudge her along, but only just, as other presences — presences that feel like her, but also adamantly individual — flit past with great ease. She floats along the lazy river. How comfortable. How modest. 
Would it not be nice to stay a while?
She wonders how long one can rest here before they are cast out, how long before the corporeal realm gets tired of her too. Is there a place in this realm where one can indulge forever and a day, shielded from the current in a pocket of blissful nothingness? Bathed in dim light. Pickled in it.
Her thoughts recognise what she’s done as the unpleasant, broiled word passes her psyche. 
Do you remember where you had meant to go?
She doesn’t remember the name of any place in this state. They’re all blurs and backdrops to her. Set dressing for another rotation of events, the palette of meaningless filler. She doesn’t know where she was meant to go despite how routine it is. Why would she leave, for that matter, when the Lifestream cradles her so?
Temptation beckons to bask in the warmth of her blood — to fall into deep slumber.
If she had eyes, they would glide shut.
Filtering through her faux lids, there is a bright light — the sliver of Thanalan sun through a drawn curtain. It slices through her sleep, carving a warm yellow glow into her cheek and nose and mouth, all of which she can’t move, she can’t feel. The light is incessant and impossible to ignore. The light is belligerent and demands her attention. The light needs to be addressed. 
Now.
Her physique coalesces with unreasonable conviction, each part of her falling into place and tied together with the slab of obsidian she calls a greatsword. A perfectly wrapped parcel, delivered right to her apartment tower’s doorstep. She has the gait of a groggy child woken from a nap, yet she drives herself forward as if she’d been awake the whole time.
Nothing happened. 
You can’t get rid of me that easy, says Brand, lounging in her peripheral. You won’t get rid of us. 
You don’t want to. 
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toruvi · 2 years
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PWSOI Eren in ch.17:
Eren with Jean and Ymir:😡🤬
Eren at the apartment waiting for reader: 🥺👉👈
Ughh I want to see more domesticity of Levi and reader. Ley, you really captured Levi wonderfully. I want PWSIO Levi in my life 🥺
EREN FDJKGHKJFDHa HELP why are all the men so angy and then uwu behind the scenes (i ask as im the person writing it lmao)
there's a lot more domesticity comin in the future because i cannot help myself <333 thank you so much for reading :( it makes me sincerely so ecstatic that you think so ;; he's become very precious to me ahh <33
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sinnhelmingr · 2 years
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『 𝙰 𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚈 𝙳𝙴𝚂𝙲𝚁𝙸𝙿𝚃𝙸𝚅𝙴 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴 』 .    
repost   with   the   information   of   your   muse   ,   including   headcanons   ,   etc.   if   you   fail   to   achieve   some   of   the   facts   ,   add   some   other   of   your   own   !
NAME.        hel lokadotter .
AGE.       ageless, and malleable based on her glamours. she is at least 1600 years old, though there’s every reason to believe this is lowballing her true age. her natural form appears to be in her early to mid thirties, and this is the range hel tends to present herself as when glamoured. on occasion, she has been known to scale or her age down or extend it well past thirty-five to suit her own ends, even appearing as a teenager or aged crone on particularly rare instances .
SPECIES.        jotnar, claiming close paternal-descent from the ur-being ymir .
GENDER.        demiwoman. claims that jotnar gender and sexuality are beyond current mortal definition, but that demiwoman comes close .
ORIENTATION.       demisexual .
INTERESTS.        literature, handicrafts, herbalism, musical performance and composition, travel, animal husbandry, mysticism, diplomacy, mentorship, storytelling .
PROFESSION.      queen .
BODY TYPE.      slight, with an androgynous lean that cannot be denied. tall, slender, and utterly without curve. a bit of lean musculature along the lower half of her body .
EYES.       close, deep set eyes that turn upwards at the corners. the appearance of her eyeballs best resemble a bird of prey, with no sclera to speak of. her irises are an unnatural shade of green, best compared to malachite. she has tapetum lucidum, which causes her eyes to reflect light in the dark.
HAIR.        jet black, pin straight, and thicker than it has any right to be. her one pride is her hair, and she keeps it long and well-cared for as a result. it falls to her knees in most adult/main timeline interactions. her hair is most often bound back in numerous braids, often artistically arranged around the crown of her head or shoulders .
SKIN.       her complexion is downright bloodless, a sickly pre-divine life having leached the roses from her cheeks and knuckles. now that she is a subterranean goddess of the dead, hel’s palette has been further sapped away, leaving her moon-pale and positively terrifying to witness on her good side. on her rotted side, it is worse, her skin desiccated and the faded color of old parchment, sitting too thin on her body. when glamoured, she keeps a frightfully pale complexion, but one that won’t out her as immediately inhuman .
FACE.         a face that lends itself to ambiguity, and not just due to her condition. hel possesses certain strong features that are overtly masculine, such as her high, knife-sharp cheeks and her strong jawline. the rest of her face lends itself to softness, with wide eyes, a delicate rounded nose, and a small, plush mouth that all lend themselves to a more feminine profile. there’s an androgyny to her face that changes depending on the angle, or even one’s idea of how she should appear. on her rotted side, her skin is pulled tight against her features, making her appear almost skull-like. there is a small slit in her cheek on that side, a place where her skin never fully fused, which leaves her teeth slightly exposed even if her mouth is closed .
HEIGHT.        5′9″ (on record as the smallest jotunn ever born .)
COMPANIONS.       in her own realm, she is often joined by her servants ganglot and gangloti, as well as her hound, garmr. per her mainverse, her midgardian companions encompass a british immortal, an ageless vampire, and, occasionally, one of the seven -- the exact sibling varying depending on the phase of her life .
ANTAGONISTS.       odin. above any other enemy she might cultivate, her nemesis is odin allfather. beyond him, she has earned the ire of forseti baldrsson, as well as many creations and worshipers of the eastern god that is worshiped as both a trinity and a singular depending on the region. beyond these, she makes enemies of any who abuse power or those around them, especially if innocents or children are involved .
COLORS.      black, dark greens, brown, silver, red, grey .
FRUITS.      pomegranate .
DRINKS.       skullcap tea and cinnamon milk .
ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES ?     honeyed mead typically, but will drink whatever she can get her hands on to excess .
SMOKES ?     yes .
DRUGS ?      has dabbled, particularly in hashish and whatever can be drawn from the poppy .
DRIVERS LICENSE ?    yes in modern verses, no in mainverse. this does not impede her desire or ability to drive, however.
TAGGED BY . stolen from @dyadeth​
TAGGING . the beloved mutual reading this <3
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levi-supreme · 2 years
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10, 33, 34 for aot/snk asks!!! 💕
Hello there my dear, thank you for sending me these!!!
10: Any SNK tattoos?
Noooooooooo :( but if I could, I would like to have the Wings of Freedom tattooed on my wrist!!!
33: Favourite outfit for your favourite character?
I'll have to answer this question with gifs simply because <3 also, I'm cheating and giving more than one haha.
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34: You're at a bar, list five characters you’d trust to hold your drink. Who’d you trust the least?
Trust: Levi, Erwin, Mike, Moblit, Armin.
Well for obvious reason, the husband and his friends are definitely trustworthy, so I'll definitely let them hold my drink. Also, Armin would definitely have my trust too, so he's definitely holding my drink. I'm a little 50/50 about Eren haha. I feel like I can trust him to hold my drink too, but then he would probably get distracted somewhere and leave my drink unattended lol.
DO NOT TRUST: Z*ke, Fl*ch, Connie, Sasha, Porco.
For obvious reasons, the hairy monke and the lobster are up here. I feel like Connie and Sasha would prank me and add something weird inside my drink, or you know, secretly adding more alcohol into my cocktail. Porco.... idk. I feel like he would play a fool and mess up my drink too. Ymir deserves a mention too XD
SNK 9th anniversary asks!
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alonezz · 2 years
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AOT girls finding their s/o committing suicide (PT. 2)
Pt. 1
Requested! I love you all so much! ❤️
Includes: Ymir and Yelena. 
Ymir:
You fidgeted with your phone. Alone. Once again, your friend Ymir had planted you. The two of you were supposed to go on a coffee “date”. It was a date for you but you knew someone like Ymir, as perfect as she was, would never like you, an incompetent, ugly, worthless human. Nevertheless, she had agreed on going to have some coffee with you. It surprised you at first but you should’ve know she wouldn’t show up.
You decided to text her, to see if your friend was just running late and you were overreacting. 
Y/N: Hey ‘Mir! Are you coming to the cafe?
‘Mir 💞: shit I forgot, Im busy rn.
Y/N: but you promised you would come this time... it’s the second time you leave me alone :(
‘Mir 💞: stop being so clingy for fucks sake.
Y/N: what? I just thought you were going to come get coffee with me. Like you said you would.
‘Mir 💞: Look Y/N it’s not a good time rn 
Y/N: but we were supposed to hang out
‘Mir 💞: what don’t you have any other friends to hang out with? Stop bothering me so much and following me everywhere. Stop acting like you need me to survive. Im busy, I have better things to do than sitting on a coffee shop talking with you.
“She doesn’t enjoy hanging out with me?” you thought as a few tears left your eyes. You kept thinking about the message on your walk home. Unfortunately it was also raining which meant you had to walk in the rain home. Your day couldn’t get any worse.
When you arrived home, you took the pills from your counter and you replied to Ymir’s message.
“I’m sorry.” 
You opened the bottle and placed all the white pills in your hand. You were worthless, your only friend didn’t like you and your life sucked. You gulp down all the pills with some water and sat on your bathroom floor. Waiting to die.
Your eyes were closing softly, your stomach hurt really badly. This was it. Regret flooded through your veins, you didn’t want to die! A knock on the front door made you come back to reality, you dragged your weak body towards the bathroom door, unlocking it. Your vision became blurry and the last thing you saw was the door of your room opening and worried hazel eyes staring at you.
The next time you woke up, you noticed an unusual warmth. Looking around you realized you were in a hospital bed, the warmth was Ymir’s strong arms wrapped around your small body.
You groaned slightly in pain, burying yourself deeper into Ymir. Her hold on you tightened and you let out a sigh of relief. You felt so safe and warm in her embrace. Thats until you started hearing small sniffles coming from above you.
You titled your head up slightly to see Ymir looking down at you, her eyes brimmed red and watery. She quickly hid her face on the top of your head; she was never one to show vulnerability around anyone. In fact, this was the second time you had seen her cry.
“Mir? what’s wrong?” you whispered pulling away from her and looking at her honey eyes, which now had tears running down them. She remained quiet for a few moments, staring at your eyes, a glint of regret and grieve on hers.
“I-I’m so so sorry baby,” she whispered, her voice breaking and her face quickly found home in your neck where she sobbed for what seemed like hours. Soft loving words leaving her lips and apologetic kisses where planted all along your neck. The last words you heard before she fell asleep in our arms made your heart burst with love.
“I love you, don’t leave me princess, I love you,” 
Yelena:
Your hand gripped her gun tightly and you pressed it against your throat. One movement of your finger and your problems would be gone. You would be gone. Tears leave your eyes blurring your vision. Why was this so hard? Why couldn’t you just shoot.
That’s right because of her stupid face. Every time you tried to shoot the image of her sobbing body next to your limp one took over your vision. You couldn’t leave her! She loved you, even if she had cause a fraction of your suffering, you loved her. As soon as you where about to put the gun to the side your head the door open.
“Y/N, I left my gu-” her mouth opened and closed slightly looking at you in disbelieve. 
“wha-what are you doing?” she questioned nervously rubbing the back of her head, hoping that she was wrong. You looked down at the gun in your hands, ashamed.
“Princess?” she spoke again, you had been silent for too long and it was making her nervous; a new emotion for the taller girl.
“I-I’m sorry” you mumble, Yelena’s steps fill the quiet room as she approaches you quietly. She kneels in front of you gently placing her hand above the gun yours still held. She tried pulling on it softly but your grip on the firearm was too strong.
She placed her other hand on yours, the one that was holding the weapon so tightly and she caressed it delicately; as if it was going to break any second.
“Let go, princess, you’re okay, I’m not mad at you,” she mumbled scooting closer to you. Your hand released the gun and she pulled it away sliding it against the floor somewhere behind her. She would have to get rid of it after.
She placed her cold hands on your face, pulling it upwards gently, your eyes met hers; a worried glint coated them and a frown adorned her features. Guilt. That was all you felt, unbeknownst to you her heart felt the same guilt you did, mixed with the uncanny feeling of what if? What if she wouldn’t have come back?
Your lips started quivering slightly and she sighed, when a few tears left your eyes; the ones she loves so much, she quietly pressed her forehead against yours.
“you’re okay Y/N, ‘s okay,” she whispered, reassuring herself more than anything. Your hands wrapped around her waist and you burrowed your head on her chest sobbing uncontrollably, your body shaking.
“Oh, baby,” she whispered, her voice cracking made you cry even harder at the thought of hurting her.
“I’m so- s-sorry,”
“It’s okay darling, don’t apologize, I’m not mad,” she reassured.
Her hand rubbed your back up and down, her scent making you dizzy and relieved as you cried into her chest. She stayed there with you, holding you and reassuring you until your sobbing came to an end and was replaced with small hiccups which where then replaced by deep breaths and soft snores indicating you had drifted off.
Yelena smiled softly at your sleeping body, pulling you tighter against hers. She kissed your forehead gently.
“I love you,” she whispered not daring to move much in fears of waking your peacefully sleeping body. She will have a small, calm talk with you after you awake from your slumber but she knows right now all you need is comfort and she’s there to give that to you.
Also, I decided not to do Sasha because writing this was very hard for me and I couldn’t handle writing another character, sorry. If anybody feels like their lives are not worth anything or that they are better off dead, please reach out to someone. I know this is hard but I am always here for my babies. I love you all <3
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