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Been a while since I was around, but I take a break from my regular programming. To do share this.

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YOU KNOW...

... when I said that last year that this:

Would look great as a figure, I wasn't lying.

BUT DID YOU REALLY HAVE TO RELEASE IT THIS YEAR, AFTER THREE OTHER RESIN FIGURES OF HIM?

IM JUST A BASIC ASS SALARY WORKER. HOW DO I AFFORD THIS WITHOUT RUNNING MYSELF TO THE GROUND? It's $648... screw my fucking life.

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Everyone makes poles about who your favourite character.... So I decided to do the opposite..... Let's see who's the most hated character of AOT on Tumblr!!!!

(I'll ignore the most liked characters)

Too bad there are 12 options.... If your most hated character isn't someone from the poll, please tell me through comments... I'm curious 🧐

Also I'll be voting for Yelena bcz she's a stupid bitch uwu... I hate her more than Zeke. I wish I could vote for Zeke too, that hairy bastard xd

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What are your headcanons for Reiner coping with Bertholdt’s death? Do you think he actually has the time to grieve during the timeskip or is it only post-Rumbling that he allows himself to fully embrace what happened?

Hello! Thanks for the ask, this is my first on this blog 💖

I think he theoretically has the time to grieve Bertholdt during the time skip but I don’t think he actually does. Reiner’s main methods of dealing with emotional stress are repression and distraction. He basically ignores his problems by occupying his mind with something else.

And Reiner is presented with a really compelling distraction when he returns to Marley:

Fighting for his life and reputation in a brand new war is the perfect distraction from what happened on Paradis. Not just the presumed deaths of Bertholdt and Annie but also his immense guilt over the things he did.

I think the fact that he resorts to suicide the moment he’s confronted with the idea of going back to Paradis is a good indication of how little he’s processed his emotions.

That said, he doesn’t react strongly when people mention Bertholdt which tells me that he’s accepted it factually. But in my head, Reiner hasn’t bothered to confront the emotional reality of the loss (among a ton of other things) because he’s got his finish line.

In addition to that, there’s nobody for him to talk to about Bertholdt in Marley. Everyone back home only knew 11 y/o Bert, not the 16 y/o he developed into. Reiner also can’t admit to the fact that the two experienced a big shift in their worldview together (eg- island devils don’t exist.)

So it wouldn’t be until after the Rumbling that he has to contend with a lot of his unresolved trauma, including the grief of losing his best friend. (And potentially his love interest/boyfriend depending on who you ask.)

Best case scenario is his friends/family proactively encourage his healing and don’t let him run away. Worst case scenario, he goes full distraction mode (my HC is workaholism) and won’t admit there’s a problem until he falls apart.

Some talk about my relevant long fic below the cut

My fic is gonna be about the worst case scenario because I want to dig into the emotional aspects of his character. Namely his unresolved grief, childhood emotional trauma, and queerness.

Plus I want to write about how trauma feels, having been on my own healing journey. It’s kind of a vent fic that spun out into a full narrative that I really need to write an outline for lol.

It’s gotten a bit complicated with multiple POV’s/plot threads so I’m taking my time. I watched a video recently talking about the pitfalls of serialized fiction. I’d like to avoid some of the bigger ones, namely putting in scenes/details with no narrative purpose.

Not everything needs to be Chekov’s gun but I’m sure you know how it is 🤭 so an outline is gonna help a lot. But I feel pretty good about the main story beats! I could talk about my fic a lot more but I’ll leave it here.

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HELP THEY'RE ALL SO CUTE.

COURIER, THANK YOU FOR INCLUDING KRISTINA HERE~

Attack on Titan Cheebs

Finally finished these! Thank you so much to the owners for being so patient with me!

In order from top to bottom:

Evelyn Thorburn — @missnobodymadness

Astraea Xiao — @milkteaandanime

Aubrey Raines — @volgeblaft

Taylor "Tay" Schuyler — @wiispywitch

Kristina Qual — @keischreiber

Transparent versions under the cut!

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I want to ride him. I want to ride all of him so bad.

VR Reiner……

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I'm just here thinking how... when Kristina became friends with the football team, she actively avoids them after school. Because if they see her walking around, they will drag her to do laps with them.

Back then, they were bullying her for real because of how the school caste hierarchy thing works. But now, they are bullying her into building stamina.

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Touchdown!

I have one more, which I received yesterday from Crook.

I SWEAR. EVERY TIME I FEEL MY SCHOOL CASTE AU BRAINROT SETTLES DOWN, IT DOESNT. And the commission from Crook fuels me. It fuels me so much.

I'll write the story behind this eventually, but the over all gist of this is that Reiner's team was having a particularly difficult football match, which they ended up winning. Kristina who wasn't even supposed to go because of prior engagements ended at the game, giving them a cheer. Something that, for this story, is a pretty big deal for her because 1) She doesn't like sports, 2) She doesn't like crowds like this, and 3) She did decline Reiner's and the team's invitation to watch the game. So, seeing her there and hearing her cheer them on or rather threaten them that if they didn't win she'd beat them up gave them a little morale boost. After all, every little support from everyone does help. It's just funny that it was the first time someone actually (and someone who the entire team saw as their nerdy little mascot) threatened them to win.

To commemorate the win, they take pictures, and Reiner decided to take one with her too, because they are "buddies" and he appreciates her going to the game.

PLEASE APPRECIATE REINER'S WIDE SMILE WITH ME.

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Risks and Reasons

So, I have commissioned Ploams for a comic panel of Kristina and Reiner. The way Ploams captured everything: The scene, the emotions, the feeling, the desperation, and the understanding. WHOOOO. It's great. It's the first time that I've commissioned for a comic, and I am so happy that it was Ploams that did it. 😭😭😭 Y'all should check their instagram which is linked above, and their Patreon. While I love Reistina, in this house we love Reiner x OC pairings. And Logan? Ploams' OC? Logan is fantastic. Go meet him~

But for now, here is the piece that they made for me~

This happens during one of the missions in the 4 year time skip. Where they aren't a thing, but they have had formed a friendship of sorts. But of course, as we know, she does secretly like him. So during one of the times when she had to be the one to pull him out of the Armored, this happens.

SO YES. MAGATH KNOWS HER FEELINGS BECAUSE OF THIS MOMENT. HE KNOWS.

Kristina already respects Magath a lot, and after this happened, that increased a good tenfold. In her mind, she owes him for the rest of her life, and nothing she does or will do, can ever express her gratitude. And then her betrayal arc happens in season 4, lol.

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If you like Zeke Yeager, you are good in my book.

If you like Floch Forster, you are good in my book.

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Waiting on The Sun

You are my sunshine,

My only sunshine.

You make me happy when skies are gray.

You'll never know, dear, how much I love you.

Please don't take my sunshine away...

Synopsis: Ghislaine remembers her talk with Eren, and reunites with Reiner after the Rumbling.

Pairing: Reiner Braun x Ghislaine Lazarus (oc)

Content: angst, mentions of pregnancy / child, mentions of torture / broken bones, season 4 characters are 18+

Word count: 3.6k

A/N: Pose for the artwork is inspired by the WWII picture of the sailor and nurse, albeit from a different angle. Proofread via me and Grammarly, please forgive any mistakes. First part in italics is the memory of the conversation between Ghislaine and Eren.

Borders by @saradika

Shine your love, show your light,

Pull me out from the endless night.

Take my hate, take my fight

Take away all the pain I hide...

/ / /

Ghislaine found herself in an empty room. Well, mostly empty. There was a circular table with two chairs facing each other on opposite ends. The room was dark, illuminated by a few candles off to the side. A chessboard was in the center of the table.

Eren sat in one of the chairs. He had his hands on the table, fidgeting with one of the chess pieces. He looked up at Ghislaine and gestured for her to take a seat.

Nervously, she obliged. She tucked her skirt under her legs and rested her elbows on the table, knitting her fingers together. She eyed the board, and then at Eren.

“I don’t know the rules. Armin tried to teach me, but I never could get it,” Eren said. “I do know the white pieces go first… after you.”

“Is this some kind of trick?”

“You’re the expert at psychological manipulation,” Eren replied shortly. “You tell me.”

Ghislaine saw that as a challenge. She picked up one of her pawns and shifted it forward two squares. She then began to pick up a piece one at a time and explained the rules to Eren.

“Care to make a wager?” Ghislaine asked, resting her cheek against the knuckles of her left hand. “This might be my last game. Best keep it interesting.”

Eren paused and then nodded. He picked up one of his pawns and studied it momentarily, rubbing its smooth surface with his thumb. He set his piece down and they began to play.

“So, why do you want to play?” Ghislaine asked as she moved another piece. “It’s not like we were ever close, and after both the betrayal and Saoirse’s brief time as my prisoner, I feel like I’m the last person you’d seek an audience with.”

Eren tensed slightly at the latter and his eye twitched. She maintained eye contact with him and ran a finger over the corner of the board.

“To talk,” he replied flatly. “I figured I’d at least try to make it pleasant. As for that wager… if you win, you live. And if you lose, you die.”

Ghislaine arched her brow. She observed him and saw no bluff. His eyes were calm and clear, albeit unfeeling and dark. Where one might cower, she felt invigorated. A smile crept onto her lips as she pushed up her glasses.

“Alright,” Ghislaine said. “I accept.”

“Oh?” Eren questioned.

“Yes, why not?” She replied as she watched him move another piece. “After all, I’m interested to see the outcome now that I am not the executioner.”

Eren quirked a brow as he watched her consider her next move. Her green eyes were sharp and focused like a predator stalking prey. He watched as she captured one of his pawns.

Ghislaine began to play with the pawn in the palm of one hand. Her fingers rubbed its surface and twisted it around, weaving it between her fingers. Her gaze was intense as she watched him and the board, her gaze seemingly boring a hole into it.

“I want you to tell me something,” Eren said, moving an ebon knight.

“And what would you ask of me?”

“I’m not asking,” Eren replied, his words sharp and biting. “I want you to — no. You are going to tell me what you did to Saoirse. How you found her. How you tortured her. All of it… and why.”

Ghislaine blinked in surprise and tilted her head. Saoirse hadn’t told him? She had imagined his partner would have told him about every waking moment strapped to the saltire. Maybe Saoirse was too prideful. Maybe she was just too ashamed. Maybe she was just too frightened to relive those memories.

“Saoirse has always been a stealthy one,” Ghislaine began. “She’s quiet and knows how to stay hidden, where to stay hidden, when to move, and when to stay… but Liberio is an unfamiliar place to her. She wasn’t hard to find; I saw her wandering and I had her arrested. Simple as that.”

Eren’s emotionless gaze hardened, his dull eyes staring into hers. Without looking at the board, he moved a bishop. His fingers gripped the ebon piece with such silent intensity that Ghislaine was sure that any more pressure would cause it to shatter.

“Having been the sole survivor of the experimentation in Paradis, the higher-ups wanted to have her killed. “She’s a threat,” they said. I agreed… but I asked they give her to me as a prisoner. I could use her for information. They were reluctant, but they eventually agreed. She fought the entire time as I knew she would… but it was like watching a shark on a mountaintop – a Kraken on dry land. Deadly in her element, but strapped to that saltire, she had no bones. Powerless. It was… oddly satisfying.

“I prefer to use psychological warfare on my prisoners. They break slowly, but it’s more effective. Using blades and tools only makes them break quickly. They can’t handle the pain and fear swallows them whole. They’ll say whatever you want them to say to get you to stop. It’s useless; you’re getting lies and half-truths. I want the whole truth and nothing but the truth.

“Saoirse took longer to break. Her mental fortitude is much stronger than what I had anticipated. I thought she would break under the metaphorical wheel, but she didn’t. I thought a hundred different times that she would break. She didn’t. Not even as I began to cut into her pretty pale skin, break her delicate bones – ”

Eren suddenly sat up, his chair skittering back and tipping over with a loud thud. He swiped the board away in a single stroke, the platform and the pieces clattering onto the floor. The table rocked then stilled as he slammed one hand onto it, the other reaching forward and gripping Ghislaine by the collar, yanking her close.

The sudden rage in his once blank eyes would be enough to scare anyone. But not Ghislaine. She met him with a calm expression, unafraid of his aggressive advances. She could feel the heat radiating off of him. It felt like like an overheated oven. His hand shook with the intensity of the hold on her collar. His jaw was set, teeth clenched. It looked like it took everything in his power not to slam her against the wall or the table.

“And you prevented her from healing herself,” he growled. “She told me that part.”

“Mmm… half true. I injected her routinely with a suppressant. It suppressed her ability to regenerate and prohibited her from transforming. I couldn’t have my most valuable prisoner die on me or escape now, could I?”

Eren stiffened and he shook her a little but the collar, her hair swaying as she maintained her posture. He looked at her in disbelief. How could she be so calm, talking about a former comrade with such blatant disregard for their shared history? 

“And you did all this knowing she was pregnant?”

“You see me as a monster,” Ghislaine replied, “and perhaps I am. But I do not blame a child for the sins of their parents. I took special care to ensure that the child would be just fine.”

“You say that like you care. You say that like I’m supposed to feel better knowing you didn’t hurt the baby despite admitting to harming Saoirse – something you seem to take pride in.”

“While I do take pride in my abilities in obtaining information, I don’t take pride in the things I sometimes have to do to do it. Now sit down.”

Her tone compelled Eren to sit, shoving her back as he released her collar. He grabbed his chair and sat heavily back down, picking up a single pawn off the floor and worrying it between his fingers. He then set it down in front of them, in the middle of the table.

“Do you mean to tell me I’m just a pawn?” Ghislaine asked, tilting her head, unfazed by the brief display of aggression. “Don’t you know that the pawn can be promoted to a queen, bishop, rook, or knight once it’s made its way to the other end of the board?”

“And what, you believe you’ve made it to the other end?”

“I have. I did when I returned to Marley with all the information about Project Lazarus. Despite my tainted mixed blood, I was among the mighty. I was a Marleyan by declaration, and I had a former sister-in-arms, my kinswoman from the island, caged at my command. All she had to do was tell me why she was in Marley, and I would have set her free. Her loyalty to you knows no bounds. Don’t you see, Eren? She had been looking for you. She didn’t want us to know you were hiding somewhere in Marley.”

From the look in his eyes, Eren knew that. He knew that Saoirse’s fatal flaw was personal loyalty. She would rather risk her own life and limbs for those she cared about than watch them suffer some ill-begotten fate she could have prevented. 

“I should have killed you,” he whispered. “I should have killed you when she told me where her injuries had come from. I should have killed you personally for hurting the woman I love.”

“And I should have killed you for taking away the man I loved,” Ghislaine countered. “I loved Bertholdt, once. You fed him to Armin. You gave him about as much dignity as a dog that was meant to be put down.”

A silence fell over them like a blanket. They watched each other, neither breaking eye contact. Eren sat tensely as if waiting for her to jump at him or contemplating whether or not he should jump at her. Ghislaine, on the other hand, was calm and relaxed, seemingly unaffected.

“I would say what we both did was an eye for an eye.”

“Very funny,” he said sharply. 

“Bad joke, I know, considering Saoirse only has one.”

Eren inhaled slowly and sighed, leaning forward and placing his hands on the table. He slowly eased his shoulders and relaxed, albeit hesitantly. He closed his eyes for a moment, contemplating his next words before addressing her again.

“We both know how this is going to end,” he started. “I want nothing more than to live out the rest of my life with Saoirse and raise our kid, maybe even give him or her a sibling or two, and grow old. I want to live a boring life with her… but that is not going to happen. You, on the other hand, are going to live the life I want. You, with the man that you love.”

“... I’m sorry. I’m sorry it had to end this way.”

“I am, too. If there had been another way, I would have jumped at it. I love Paradis. I love my friends. I love Saoirse and the kid. This is the path that I was always destined to take. I’ve made my peace with that.”

“So where do we go from here?”

“Where do you go from here,” Eren corrected. “When I return this memory to you when you wake up, and the Rumbling will be over. You were once my friend who gave solid counsel and encouragement, yet even now I cannot look at you with contempt. Not anymore, at least.”

Eren stood from his chair and made his way towards the door, leaving the pawn sitting on the table. He placed his hand on the doorknob and paused, hesitating to open it. Ghislaine moved to stand but he turned his head a little, causing her to freeze before slowly sinking back into her chair.

“Before I go, tell me one more thing.”

“Of course.”

“What did you mean when you said you were an executioner.”

Ghislaine paused, furrowing her brow. She hesitated to tell him, wanting to keep that a secret close to her chest… but he was going to die, the war was ending, and there was nothing left to say.

“All my prisoners had a chance to escape death,” she began. “Some evidence and secrets I'd gather were damning, and in the end, we would have to perform silent executions to keep the public from hearing about what we were doing. I would offer something called the Queen’s Gambit, or as some prisoners called it, Queensguard. If they could beat me in a game of chess, they could walk away. Walk out without facing a single consequence. Many agreed to play as a last-ditch effort.”

“How many walked away?”

“... I think you know the answer to that, Eren.”

None. The answer was none, and Eren knew that Saoirse was too smart to play such a game. She wouldn’t put her life and the child’s on the line for a game she didn’t know how to play, against a woman she knew she couldn’t beat. 

Yet the idea of their kinsmen desperately gambling for their freedom twisted Eren’s stomach. He couldn’t help but wonder how much of this was purely sadistic enjoyment and how much was her simply doing her job as a Marleyan militant.

“Goodbye, Ghislaine Léandre,” he finally said. “May you find your worth in the waking world.”

“Goodbye, Eren Jaeger,” Ghislaine echoed. “Dawn will soon break, this night and this dream will end.”

Without another word, Eren opened the door and vanished. For a beat, she stared at the door, half expecting him to walk back in. She turned to look at the table to find the pawn still in the middle of the table – no, it wasn’t a pawn anymore. It was a queen. She reached and gingerly picked it up, and the room went black.

/ / / 

Ghislaine lay on the ground, her back against the dirt and her hips twisted. She could feel the strands of her unbraided hair around her fingers. Sweat beaded her forehead. Her ears rang. Her eyes were bleary. She felt sick like she wanted to vomit. Her tongue was stuck to the roof of her mouth. Her mouth felt dry and when she tried to swallow, her saliva felt thick like glue.

When she attempted to inhale, her lungs rejected her. She moved onto her side and began to hack and cough, ash and dirt clogging her airways. Thick saliva ran down her chin and dripped onto the ground. She gasped for air, her lungs wheezing and rattling like a dying man.

Her nails scratched at the ground. Her lungs burned and her throat ached. Her whole body felt sore like one big bruise. She shakily combed her fingers through her hair, pushing back her silken strands as she blinked rapidly. She wanted to pass out, but she willed herself to stay awake. She needed to assess the situation; she couldn’t just lay here like an injured rabbit for wolves. 

As her vision cleared, she realized those within Fort Salta were no longer living a nightmare. Did it all happen? For what felt like an eternity, had she been a Titan? A cold, horrified chill ripped through her, scratching at her spine. 

A thought struck her like an ice pick. If amongst the ash and dust, all had returned to normal, did that mean the power of the Titans had been erased? Had Eren achieved his youthful dream of wiping out all the Titans? Was the Rumbling truly over? Then that meant…

Reiner… Reiner!

Her muscles screamed as she hauled herself to her feet, swaying and stumbling as she found her footing. She felt like a reanimated corpse, unsure of what her limbs were meant to do in this unique state. She couldn’t help but wonder if this was how Saoirse felt after she broke free from the saltire, weak and wobbly. 

Despite the bleariness in her eyes, the kind of bleariness one has after waking up from a deep sleep, Ghislaine willed herself forward. She took a few tentative steps forward before finding her footing.

“Reiner?” she croaked, rubbing her throat and clearing it. “Reiner?”

In the dust that lingered, she could barely make out any of the figures before her, but something told her he was there. Alive or dead, he was here and she had to find him. She forced herself to keep moving, calling out his name louder and louder as her throat began to loosen up and her voice became stronger.

“Reiner?”

She stumbled and someone caught her. She looked up at the person who helped her and realized quickly it was not who she was looking for. She hastily thanked them and straightened up, ignoring their questions as to whether she was alright or not. She continued to search blindly.

“Reiner?” 

The longer she went without a response, the more frightened she became. He had to be here. She needed him to be here. She needed him to be alive and safe, with all his limbs intact and his head on his shoulders. 

At the sound of distant voices, Ghislaine willed herself into a run, her legs burning and her lungs screaming. She didn’t care. She needed to find the source of these voices. She didn’t care that she tripped and skinned her knees. She didn’t care that her bones ached and her muscles were strained. None of this mattered to her. She had one purpose and one purpose only.

“Reiner? Reiner!” She screamed as she neared the blurred crowd of people, stopping only to catch her breath. “Reiner!”

“Ghilly!”

The realization that Reiner had answered her hit her like a ton of bricks. She rushed forward and collided with him as he met her halfway. His arms tightened as he caught her, swinging her around twice before setting her down. 

Ghislaine’s hands held his biceps as she steadied herself before slipping onto his chest, his neck, and his face. She simply felt him to ensure he was real, and this wasn’t just some absurd dream or warped reality. 

“Are you alright?”

“Forget about me, are you alright?”

Ghislaine began to frantically pull at his shirt and gear, trying to take them off. She needed to see if he had injuries. She needed to tend to him. She needed, needed, needed… She needed to ensure he was alright. That he wasn’t bleeding from an unseen gash that needed suturing or had broken bones that needed splinting. 

Reiner exhaled softly, chuckling through his nose. He took her hands into his own and gently squeezed them to reassure her.

“I’m fine, I promise,” he soothed. “I… could be much worse.”

“Are you sure? You’re not lying to me? I’ll know if you lie – ”

“Ghislaine. Relax. Please.”

Ghislaine inhaled deeply and swallowed thickly, looking up at him. She freed one of her hands and gently touched his cheek, tracing his cheekbone with her thumb. A slight smile crossed Reiner’s lips before his brow furrowed.

“Ghilly, your glasses are broken.”

With her one hand, she slipped off her glasses to inspect them. It now made sense as to why the world around her was so blurred: one lens had been cracked and shattered, and the other one had just completely fallen out. Not to mention the frame itself was completely warped. She chuckled softly and tossed them to the side.

“I’ll get new ones,” she replied. “I can replace my glasses. I can’t replace you. And even though my vision is impaired and the world looks like shit, all I want right now is to be with you. Just you.”

The two stared at each other for a moment, holding hands. Even though, yes, her impaired vision made it difficult to discern his features, she could still make out his cheekbones and beautiful golden hazel eyes. She could hear him breathing, she could feel the warmth radiating off his body. 

Ghislaine took his hand and pressed a kiss to his palm, her nose brushing against the calluses. She nestled her cheek into his palm, relishing in the warmth his broad hand brought to her. She closed her eyes briefly to bask in the feeling of his hand before looking up at him and seeing tears fill his eyes.

“Reiner – ”

“Come here.”

He pulled her into his arms and dipped her a little, eliciting a yelp of surprise from her. One hand held her shoulder while the other rested on her hip, gripping her belt and bunching up the fabric of her shirt and skirt. Ghislaine wrapped her arms around him, one hand resting on his shoulder and the other gripping his upper arm. 

As tears overflowed their banks, Reiner pressed a kiss to her lips. At first, it was desperate, but then it melted into something slower and more sincere. Their lips moved together, fitting together like missing puzzle pieces. Her hold on him tightened, her eyelashes wetting from unshed tears.

When he finally broke away and straightened them both up, Reiner refused to let her go. Their noses brushed together as he raised his head to kiss her forehead, breathing her. 

“I love you,” he whispered, holding her to his chest. He began to stroke her golden hair. “I love you so much.”

“I love you more,” she countered, listening to his soothing heartbeat. “I will always love you more.”

“Promise?

“I promise.”

Reiner chuckled, a deep rumbling in his chest. The dust would not settle for a while, and Ghislaine was okay with that. Marleyan soldiers emerged from it and threatened to kill them if they failed to prove they weren’t Titans, and Ghislaine was okay with that. As long as she had Reiner, she would accept anything. 

After all, all she ever needed, all she ever wanted, was him.

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Happy Birthday, Reiner~

With 3 minutes to spare before August 1 ends for me.

I ended up drawing him a little teary and flustered at everyone who celebrated his birthday with him.

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Tutor

So, a while back I commissioned CrysIS for a School Caste AU. And this is the absolute unit of a treasure that was birthed from that.

Yes, Kristina is the one that's being tutored. Yes, that goofy birthday boy in the background is, indeed, the tutor.

I'VE GOT MY SCHOOL CASTE LORE IN THE WORKS. And it does start with them being practically strangers, which unlike my Canon AU, one of them is at least aware of the other's existence.

She's in the library, trying to figure out her calculation subjects because she sucks at it. Has the formula written down but does not understand. Reiner who happens to pass by hears the grumbling and just out of no where begins to explain the logic behind the math. Kristina's like, "What?" because she doesn't know him. And he's like... he pulls up a chair and continues to explain. At some point, he's like, "can't believe the day would come when I'd come across a nerd who can't compute." And she responds with, "well, I can't believe a jock can."

Taking slight offense, he lectures her about not stereotyping, and she stares at him, and he goes, "Oh." because he did just that. So he apologizes and offers to tutor her. She agrees because she needs to pass. And that was the start of their friendship. Kristina MAY OR MAY NOT have been adopted by the football team like she's some kind of mascot. xD

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TODAY IS REINER'S BIRTHDAY. I WILL POST ART COMMISSIONS LATER.

But for now, here is a photo of the cake that Niji Desserts made for Reiner's birthday:

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Okay, so we gots ourselves a winner!

So with a whopping 42.9% (12 votes out of 28) here on Tumblr and 41.7% (5 votes out of 12) on Twitter, our winner:

Strawberry Shortcake!

I'll update y'all with the cake, when it arrives on his birthday~

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Here are the over all scores for everything. Thank you so much for helping me decide~

Tumblr: Total Votes: = 28

Strawberry Shortcake = 12 Banana Chocolate = 6 Dark Chocolate = 6 Mocha = 4

Twitter: Total Votes: 12

Strawberry Shortcake = 10 Banana Chocolate = 10 Dark Chocolate = 0 Mocha = 2

Birthday Flavor for Reiner

So, I am looking into having a cake done for Reiner for his birthday. I just need some help with the flavor. And who better to help me choose than people who love Reiner?

[keischreiber]

Alive, trying to survive. Stupidly slow. As always. Thank you for being around.