#IM SO SORRY ANNIE FORGIVE ME

[bwayfan25]

I FORGOT IT WAS ANNIE’S BIRTHDAY ON WEDNESDAY. So to make up for that, here’s TWO sleepy (grownup) Annie Levins. I had a dream last night she used a wheelchair instead of crutches, so naturally I had to draw both. Anyways, happy late birthday Annie I’m sorry I forgot you.

(Kerry would be VERY anxious at the prospect of Annie trying out a wheelchair and ADA Annie would have to talk her through the internalized ableism and remind her it’s just another mobility device.)

[sunnyunderstars]

random, barely comprehensible word vomit about in the gloaming

because i'm obsessed and in tons of pain

The entire movie maintains a heavy air, melancholy weighing in the contact the characters’ eyes share, yet make room for levity in Danny’s conversations with his mother.

Danny reflects on his past, yearning for what could’ve been. He’s unsure of whose remissness on the topic of his lover was to blame for what he didn’t have; His own, or his mother’s? 

What if he’d come out sooner? Could he have salvaged their relationship? Would it be just as he imagined? Could he have enraged his family and treated the arguments with a careless levity, just as he imagined? Could they have learned to love and accept each other, to hang each others’ ornaments in their family trees? Could they? Would they?

An analytical young man who, while glib in his words, knows.

She knows she’s messed up. She’s made too many lapses in her life. She wasn’t as inquisitive as she should have been. But it’s too late to worry about that now. She needs to be with her baby in the now. She needs to shut out everything she couldn’t mend, she needs to be with her baby.

Non-confrontational–We don’t need to talk about it right now. We just have to deal with it. This is the way things are.

You can’t change the past, but you may the future.

Anne’s life, from a childhood of being a glass door to her brother who had the favor of their mother that she tried so desperately to earn, feels like it’s culminating to this; Mother’s favor turning into more than just favor. She shields her child and withholds love because of the damage inflicted on her by her mother, as though Danny turned out the way he did because of excessive love from their mother, as though her child may turn out the same way if he comes into contact with him. Unresolved. 

No matter what she does, how many wonderful things she does in her life, no accomplishment could hold a candle to dying. She’d officially lost.

He who cares for his family so deeply but has no way to express it. He who has a bottled ardor for his child but can’t find the means to connect in the same way he sees in his wife; Is it too late? Did he wait too long to realize their relationship could never have been “normal?” Was it enough to bring out the lamb and grow the tomatoes? Was he too late?

Four people separated by more than just miles.

[bohemianblasphemy]

hii did you know that season 2 episode 6? where hughie got hurt but instead reader got hurt. i want to see maybe angst :3

Right Here Waiting.

i’m so sorry this took so long to do 😭 i hope it’s okay✨

contains: butcher x reader, based around season 2 ep. 6, canon gore/violence, reader is basically getting hurt the same as hughie did, angst, some fluff at the end.

the air seemed to stand still as the van flipped, the multiple screams of Butcher, Annie and Hughie as they realised that you were still in there.

the escaped patient that had caused the shockwave pleaded for forgiveness; “please! please! i-it was an accident-“ butcher didn’t hesitate, putting a bullet between the man’s eyes. all he could think was of you, having been thrown around within the metallic walls.

the vehicle stopped rolling as you tried to focus on where you were, but all that was present was physical pain as you lay sprawled in the back of the van. the large doors in the back flung open as butcher desperately needed to get to you, grabbing you gently from the floor of the vehicle.

the bright sun burnt your eyes as Billy got you on your feet. “sweetheart, are you alright?” “y-yeah… i’m…” he scanned your body for injuries, before his eyes fell onto the gaping wound in your side before you fell to the ground, slowly going in and out of consciousness from the shock and blood loss. your ears rang and your eyes went crossed seeing multiple of the three of them, not able to decipher what was happening around you.

Annie and Hughie rushed to your side, butcher stood in shock, seeing you laying on the grass.

“they need a hospital. now. they’ll bleed out and die if we don’t get them there.” Hughie held pressure to the wound, trying to stop the blood flow.

Butcher couldn’t speak, only stare at the sight of you.

“butcher!” annie snapped, urging him to get out of his head and help you up, herself and hughie holding you on either side on your shoulders. “can you get the van started?”

Billy ran he hand through his hair as he walked to the front of the van, finding the key had snapped in two when it rolled. “shit, we can’t go, not in the van. FUCK!” he screamed out, kicking the side of the van before returning to your side. he studied your face,

“can you hear me?? fuck please… say something lovey.” he held your jaw in his hand, his other hand brushing along your cheek as hughie and Annie still held you up by the shoulders. the panic set in him when all you could muster was a strangled groan.

“we’ve gotta go by foot, we can’t do much here.” he turned on his heel, walking in the direction of the nearest road. “do we call an ambulance?” Hughie suggested “and have ‘em question why we were outside Sage Grove? no fuckin’ way.” he tried to remain composed but that was slowly slipping away.

“but the nearest hospital is 40 minutes away- they will die before we can get halfway there.” Annie yelled as her and Hughie walked with you draped around their shoulders, slumped over with your feet dragging along the ground.

“we ain’t got much of a choice now do we?” he snapped back, eyes never leaving your limp body. “we’ve gotta flag down some wanker in their car, carjack ‘em and get ‘em to the hospital.”

“butcher no, if we pull someone over and they recognise me im fucke-“ “this ain’t about your fuckin’ reputation with those Vought cunts, this is about savin’ their life. god fucking dammit if i lose them…” he couldn’t finish his sentence without his voice cracking, his vulnerability seeping through.

he shook his head, getting his vulnerable state in check and walked over to hughie and annie, taking over carrying you towards the dirt road at the edge of the hospital. he couldn’t help but feel his heart break as the sight of you, eyes barely staying open.

the minutes of walking along that road waiting for someone to drive by seemed like hours for the small group, especially for butcher. he kept replaying any and all thoughts of you in his head- thinking of how your eyes crinkled as you smiled, your scent, the late night talks with him- he wouldn’t know what to do without you.

eventually, the sound of rubber tyres came within earshot- hughie jumping into action and flagging down the vehicle. “sir please… we need to use your vehicle, o-our friend is hurt and need to get to the hospital now.”

the man in the car was sceptical, eyeing off hughie, annie, butcher and yourself. he saw the state of you, eyes widening at the blood stained sight. “what happened?” he questioned hughie.

“i-i can’t tell you- but they just need to get to hospital... please.” he practically begged him, but the man wouldn’t budge- .

“oi!” butcher yelled to him. “if you don’t get your sorry ass outta that car you’re gonna regret it.”

Hughie turned to Billy telling him to back down, making the driver aggravated. Annie watched as he step out of the car, pointed a revolver at them that was hidden in the side compartment in the drivers seat door.

“all of you, back the fuck up or you will eat lead.” the drivers shaky hand aimed toward hughie, the sound of the safety being turned off triggered Annie to project a forceful beam of light from her, sending him flying through the air- landing with a loud thud and crackled gurgling from his throat.

no hesitation was needed as you they piled into the car, carefully laying you in the back with butcher holding you and applying pressure to your gaping wounds. “hold on lovey, we’re on our way… you’ll be right yeah?” he whispered in your ear as you sway in and out of responsiveness.

Hughies foot hit the pedal and the tires squealed off into the distance as time was ticking, your life on the line.

“i can’t let ya die, not now….” butchers breath hitched as he stroked your hair, holding you as close as humanly possible. Annie and Hughie exchanged concerned looks, worried not only about you, but also for butchers state. if he was to lose you… god only knew what would happen.

Billy had sentiments for you that were obvious to both of them; in fact, he was so enamoured of you that he wouldn't think about anything else. Although the grouchy londoner was unaware of it, they also knew that you had it bad for him.

the journey seemed to go on for eternity, but on the horizon the looming white building came into view. billy sighed in relief, letting a breath out that he didn’t realise he was holding.

As hughie pulled up to the emergency doors, butcher didn’t hesitate in opening the car door and pulling you out as gentle as possible, carrying you in his arms as he walked through the giant doors.

“HELP! they need to be seen immediately! they’re bleedin’ out.” butcher cried out desperate to grab the attention of staff, who bounced into action- calling for a trolley to travel you along the winding corridors towards the surgery room.

He tried to go beyond the doors but was stopped by a personnel. “sir, you can’t go through. you’ll have to wait-“

“but they need me-”

“sir. you’ll have to wait in the waiting room, we will let you know as soon as they are finished in surgery you will be called.” he huffed, walking away from them.

Hours passed and there was no news to be heard. The bright fluorescent lights of the waiting room flickered as Butcher paced back and forth, Annie and Hughie watching him alertly.

“Butcher…” Hughie whispered. “the doctors are doing everything they can, please sit- you have to breathe-“

“breathe?” Butcher turned his head to him. “fuck that. i ain’t breathin’ until i know they’re safe.” he sucked in a breath, his mind taking him back to seeing you fall the the ground in your blood stained clothes.

“we will hear from the doctors soon, just trust they they will pull through this.” Annie remarked, Butcher stayed silent. His vulnerability seeped through the tough facade that he always had, twisting in him like a dagger.

After what seemed like more than eternity a doctor emerged from the surgery doors. Butcher’s head jerked up as the doctor walked toward him. the doctors expression serious as he addressed the three of them. “they are out of surgery now. they had lost a lot of blood, but they are stable. they got lucky, if they got here 20 minutes after they did, they wouldn’t have made it…”

Butchers heart sank, Annie and Hughie breathed a sigh of relief for their friend. “can we see ‘em?” Butcher enquired, which was received with a nod. “you can, they just aren’t awake at the moment, but you can go sit in their room.”

Butcher took no time to walk through the corridors to your room, the other two following in unison. As butcher entered the room, the sound of medical instruments monitoring your every bodily function and the smell of antiseptic chemicals overstimulated his senses. his heart skips a beat as his eyes avert over to your resting body- fragile and sickly from the blood loss.

Annie and Hughie hung back, your appearance shocking them to the core and to give Butcher space to process what’s happened to you.

Sitting in the chair next to your bed, he looks at the various bandages that adorned you, watching your chest as it rose and fell with your short winded breaths. his heart ached as he pushed a strand of hair from your face, seeing you vulnerable like this.

The sun started to peak on the horizon as more hours went by, an orange glow seeped through the glossy windows of your hospital room. Butcher had fallen asleep in the chair, Annie and Hughie had gone to grab snacks and drinks for themselves.

You began to stir, the light blinding you slightly as you came to. the overwhelming sounds and smells invaded your senses as you woke up slowly with a groan. Butcher awoke as he heard your groan, his heart fluttering as your eyes opened and scanned your surroundings before they landed on him.

“Billy?” you said weakly, your tired eyes fixed onto him. “i’m here love…” he whispered. his voice croaked with relief, fighting back the lump that formed in the back of his throat. “i almost lost ya…”

Tears brimmed in your eyes as you realised how close you were to losing everything, him slipping through your fingers.

“I-I was so scared.” his heart sank once more, hearing your confession. Billy took your hand gently, running his thumb across your tender knuckles. “ you’re safe now… the doctors did their job.”

He paused for a moment. “i’m not gonna let anything happen to ya… never again, you mean too much to me. you won’t ever be scared again.”

“Billy I-“

“shhh… you gotta rest love.” he squeezed your hand tenderly, bringing his lips to your knuckles and kissing them, smiling softly as you looked at him.

“i’m gonna be right by your side yeah? no matter what, you’ll be safe… safe with me.” in that moment, you smiled weakly at him- seeing that spark of love in his eyes that you mirrored for him.

[ivanajpeg]

ODESTA WEEK (DAY 3 FREE SPACE)

Where Annie and Finnick reunite in district 13

Note: English is not my first language, so if you see any mistakes please forgive me, im always trying to improve.

Hope you enjoy it <3

Finnick's days were pure torture. He could barely function properly, he wouldn't eat or sleep.

The only thing he could think about was Annie. Every night and every day Finnick would have this feeling of extremely deep guilt. Maybe if he didn't involve himself with her, she would've been safe. But the one that was eating him alive was thinking that if he didn't had helped her win her games, she wouldn't have to suffer this awful life of a victor.

He loved Annie more than his own life, he wouldn't doubt to sacrifice himself for her to have a happy life. Because of this, Finnick felt completely useless seeing how he couldn't do anything to get Annie out of there.

Because Finnick knew perfectly what Snow was doing to Annie, he had been doing it to him for 8 years. Thinking about all those capitol people putting their filthy hands all over Annie made him want to throw up, he wanted to hunt them one by one. People like them didn't deserved to be called humans.

Just the though of Annie suffering what he had been suffering for years crashed his soul in a thousand pieces. Finnick needed to get her out of there, he needed her in his arms and tell her that everything was going to be fine, that not even dead could separate them.

His way of releasing stress was doing knots, something really common in district 4. Most of the times he couldn't bring himself to finish certain knots just for the fact that they would remind him of Annie, his heart screamed her name.

He started a personal journal, more like a notebook full of letters for Annie. He would apologize to her, thinking that every bad thing that happened to her was because of him. He also wrote how much he loved her, he wrote that he would never love anyone but Annie in this lifetime and in every other one.

Katniss would visit him some times, she always found him watching a picture of Annie and rereading letters that she had written to him, looking at them like if they were sacred.

He knew that this was probably not healthy, but he couldn't help it. Everything Annie related thing was sacred to him.

Everything cahnegd really fast. Coin asked Finnick to do a propo revealing all the capitol secrets. At first he was going to reject the offer, he didn't felt like it, until they told him that the propo would be used as a distraction so they could rescue the remaining victors. he accepted without a second thought, he would do anything to have Annie back in his arms.

Finnick did the propo and shortly after, the mission was complete. Finnick and Katniss ran where they told them the victors would be.

"Finnick!" someone screamed, he instantly recognized that beautiful voice.

"Finnick!" he saw her. it was her, his Annie.

Without a doubt he hold her in his arms and had her there for a very long time, shortly he captured her lips in his.

"You're okay Annie, you're safe" he said, they were finally home.

He stopped a moment just to admire her. He noticed how she was only wearing a simple bed sheet, that broke his heart. he hold her close again.

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry Annie"

"Finn.. this is not your fault, please don't do this"

"But-"

"But nothing, don't punish yourself"

"I love you so much Annie, I love you with all I am and all I have"

"I love you too Finnick, with all my heart, self and soul"

The united their lips that left no doubt about the love they shared.

[ludocorradino]

Today the heat is atrocious.

I lie down and the sun pierces me in every pore of my skin until it gets to my bones.

In the meantime I pray but not to God because too many times he has not listened to me.

I’ve got an empty mind and an empty heart.

you left months ago, however I only think of you with melancholy, the one you have when rembering a distant memory, a dead relative and a childhood abandoned to the wheat fields.

The sun hurts and the masks melt, in the meantime I write and you laugh far away from me.

The salt water reaching me gives me relief and almost allures my burning skin.

I drowen in the sea and I pray.

Silence pervades me, deafens me and cradles me but when my breath begins to fail I stop praying and thinking and i start waiting.

The sun is atrocious, but so are you.

I raise my eyes to the gloomy sky and the stars stare back.

I bring a cigarette to my lips with a disarming slowness, the smell of smoke is sprinkled in the air along with old memories and lost possibilities.

The moon sings with me, looks at me with pity and regrets being too far away, and not being able to ease my aching body as the sea previously did.

the moon cries for me, I hadn't seen her for years.

I close my eyes and see my mother sitting at the kitchen table with a sorrow face, immediately I reopen them, i cant stand the view and i need to stop disturbing her.

I pray and ask for forgiveness: im sorry if I hurt anyone.

The smoke takes possession of the air once again, my lungs get heavy as well as my eyes

I wake up, the heat is atrocious today.

oggi il caldo è atroce.

mi corico sulla sabbia e il sole mi perfora ogni poro della pelle fino ad arrivarmi alle ossa.

nel mentre prego ma non a Dio perché troppe volte non m’ha ascoltata.

c’ho la mente vuota, il cuore anche.

sono mesi che te ne sei andata e ora ti penso solo con la malinconia di un lontano ricordo, di un parente morto e un’infanzia abbandonata ai campi di grano.

il sole fa male e le maschere si sciolgono, intanto scrivo e tu ridi lontana.

l’acqua salata raggiungendomi mi reca sollievo e allieva per poco le mie bruciature.

mi affogo nel mare, prego.

il silenzio mi pervade, mi assorda e mi culla, quando il respiro inizia a mancare smetto di pregare e di pensare, aspetto.

il sole è atroce, tu anche.

alzo gli occhi al cielo e le stelle ricambiano lo sguardo.

porto la sigaretta alle labbra con una lentezza disarmante, l’odore di fumo si cosparge nell’aria insieme a vecchi ricordi e possibilità lasciate andare.

La luna canta con me, mi guarda con pietà e si rammarica per essere troppo lontana, per non riuscire ad allievare il mio corpo dolorante come fece il mare.

la luna piange per me, erano anni che non la vedevo.

chiudo gli occhi e vedo mia madre seduta al tavolo della cucina con una faccia addolorata subito li riapro: non riesco sopportare la vista.

prego e chiedo perdono: scusate se ho ferito qualcuno.

il fumo si impossessa nuovamente dell’aria i miei polmoni si fanno pesanti così come i miei occhi

mi sveglio, il caldo è atroce oggi.

[starburns]

what make human beings different from animals we are the only human beings on earth who recognize shark week even sharks dont recognize shark week but we do for the same reason I could take this pencil tell u its name is steve and go like this (breaks pencil) and a part of you dies a little on the inside because human beings can sympathize with anything. We can sympathize with a pencil forgive a shark and give ben affleck an academy award for screenwriting. Humans can see the good in anything but themselves. look at me. Its clear to all of you that I am awesome. But I can't see that. Because that would make me an ass. What i can see why annie is awesome. She's driven we need driven people ij the world or else the lights go out and the ice cream melts. And pierce he has a lot of wisdom to offer. We should listen to him sometime im sure we will kot regret it. and shirley. She has earned our respect. Not as a mother not as a wife but as a woman dont test her on that because the jukebox thing was too specific to be improvised. And troy. So what if he tink he's all that? do you think astronauts go to space because they hate oxygen?????? NO. they do it to impress their high school prom king. And abed. Abeds a shaman u ask him to pass u salt and he gives u a bowl of soup. And you know what. Soup is betterm ABED. Is better. You are ALL better than you think you are you're just designed to not think so. I want you to look at the person to your left. Sorry. I meant the person sitting next to you. I want you to say "I forgive you" and extend to them the same compassion you would have for sharks pencils and Ben affleck. You've just becomes something unstoppable. Ur not a study group anymore. Ur a community

[nanjokei]

Thoughts on miku NT update getting delayed? I think she was supposed to get a major update for her anni but she just got a minor update and wat asked to wait 6 months for a ''real'' update

oh man, if i sound combative sometimes here its because this subject triggers my "vocal synth fans are way too angry at nothing" gag reflex, but im not mad at all just frustrated. also sometimes i just accidentally sound aggressive when my tone is actually neutral, so i hope you forgive me if i come off like that.

its difficult to speak about miku NT frankly because if you ever have anything positive to say about her or are patient about her release or even respect the circumstances she exists in... you get called a shill and/or people get mad— and someone on tumblr has picked a fight with me over it and refused to absorb anything i said about the subject, so i have a bit of fear naturally but...

well for one thing i didn't know about the huge update at all so thanks for telling me!

first of all i think the stated mission statement of miku NT aligns with how i see miku— v3 and v4 strayed too much from what miku actually sounds like, and people get really mad if you say this for some reason and accuse you of being picky or a boomer, but if you listen to any iconic song posted before v3, there is a mikuness present in her original version that is lost in the newer engines, is there not? (honestly i think this is true for every v2 vocal. especially luka. literally no one survived the transition to v3/4 but gumi and the VYs, but luka v4 is the worst. luka has lost her popularity and personality bc of how shit v4 is) she sounds more like fujita saki than miku the more she gets rerecorded. that is why NT exists, aside from crypton wanting to be software agnostic. miku NT is basically a V2 emulator, but the current commercial version is rough. it's enough for me to see the vision though. i say commercial because its clear the private version given out to crypton's trusted few (people like mitchie m and nyanyannya) and used in proseka sounds way more progressed... i'm assuming the huge update is either this or something beyond that. and perhaps, this huge update, if it sticks the landing, maybe means NT could be heading to a more presentable state. it could mean the release of kaito next (because it seems like to me that of the unreleased vocals kaito is the one they work on the most)

another thing people get mad at you for pointing out is how wat is the only person developing the engine... like, sorry, that is just how crypton's company culture operates, piapro charas are not their only product and those who handle them in the company are so few precisely because of how tight the vision is. and they barely make money from miku at all considering the licensing fees are practically nonexistent (for the sake of ease on everyone). so no it's not like how people think they can throw money at the project until it's suddenly successful. people think you can just hire someone from the outside to help develop it— arguably, yes— but if you read any interviews wat or other involved peoples give you immediately get the feeling that their vision is something so specific, they'd never involve a third party even if you put a gun to their heads. and i respect that. i can wait 10 years for NT to get good if it means miku will be miku forever and not fujita saki. if it makes people mad, they've literally never taken any version of miku off sale, you can buy miku v2 or 3 or 4 from their website right now if you wanted to. is it kinda bad they decided to put NT up for sale so early? yeah i can't defend that. but i also think that they underestimated the whole "make your own engine" bit. and people are hard on crypton because a lot of dumb missteps on their part like when the append update dropped and they used the incorrect audio for every demo, giving the impression that there was no difference or improvement.

comparisons to other companies don't work either— companies like yamaha and technospeech have entire research teams and periodically publish said research and then eventually implement such things into their softwares. such research is funded heavily by investors. they are company's companies. no comment on dreamtonics idk what is going on there. crypton on the other hand came in with like one guy lol. maybe it is a trap of their own design but lmao no one has to buy NT or pay attention to its existence if they hate it

i sincerely believe that vocal synth fans are raging bulls who root for products to fail just so they can hoot and holler and scream that they were right on the off chance they do fail, with 0 appreciation for the fact that for example every software has a different philosophy in its creation and a different end goal, yes NT is embarrassing at times and yes it could have been better. and? have they abandoned it? have they taken the money and ran? if they did not care they would have released the other cryptonloids and that would have been it. if there's any people whose vision i trust, whose love for their characters and the creators who love their creations that i unwaveringly believe in, it's crypton. (and vocalomakets. but that is not the point)

and i'm not even a crypton girlie!!!

i think literally everyone who buys NT aside from the clique-y cover artist twitter weirdos (who sit in a circle and shit on every new release) buys it with the understanding that at this point, it is a beta product against crypton's will, and you're in for the ride at that point. if people want piapro studio to be synthv, then they missed the point entirely. miku NT will never be realistic, and will probably never implement AI, because miku is not realistic and AI learning dilutes the mikuness. if people want synthv they should just buy synthv lol. if people think v4 miku is better (i'm telling yall she is not) then just buy v4 miku. what's the issue?

basically if wat tells me to jump i jump. i trust him on this even if it gets delayed beyond that. sorry if this strayed from what you asked me nonnie but as you can see I Have Feelings re:this

[gayspock]

thoughts, feelings and prayers

right so before anything. cxheck it out. help.

stop. i think shes laughing. i think shes fucking losing her baby mind. she LOVES watching her dad die. shes OBSESSED. like, LOOK. this is the first time shes looked this ... and forgive the pun, over the moon. shes like YIPPEEE. HURRAY. WAHOOO. its her fucking COCOMELON.

but yes ok. right

firstly of all. bad start lol.

wheream i

i guess its just a bad start. i have a feeling that a lot of this stuff was like.... out of the writing room issues. i cant remember all the BTS context, but its sort of Obvious that actors didn't want or to retun or couldnt return (and presmably this show wasnt meant to last 4 seasons?). and the thing is, i just think its an incredibly difficult thing to pull off a nearly whole cast reset that has to come so was insanely abruptly... like how do you do that and do that well? like nina especially its like- OFFSCREEN? SERIOUSLY? ESPECIALLY AFTER THE END OF THE LAST SEASON. jesus.

although also TEEHEEE OK SORRY BAD SHIT ASIDE TEEHEEE TOM. ON TOP. TOM TOP BILLING. YESSSS. YESSSSS. YIPPEEE! WAHOOO! I LOVE TOM. IM SO GLAD WE GET TOM. TOM AND ANNIE. MY FAVOURITES FROM THIS SHOW.

LIKE CAN WE LEAVE TOM ALONE? CAN WE .LIKE. I KNOW IT SUCKS MITCHELL IS GONE. AND NINA. MY DEAR NINA. THEY ARE GONE. and oh yeah lol george died. BUT TOMMMMM. MY DEAREST TOM. CAN WE ALL BE NICE TO TOM AND GIVE HIM A LITTLE CHEER AND A YIPPEE AND A WOOPITY DOO!!!!

GUYS DONT YOU LIKE LITTLE DOGGUYS WHO ARE JUST A BIT STUPID BUT VERY RESPECTFUL. TOM COME HERE, BOY. THATS A GOOD BOY. AWWWW. PUPPY

where was i god where was i

right well ok the thing is i coudl sort of deal with the rest of that stuff MAYBE. i'd be more willing to give it a chance, even if it sort of feels like a deaht sentence. especially cuz as mentioned, i love tom, i love annie, and i KIND OF LOVE THE LOOK OF THE NEW GUY? iLIKE HELP.

but also tonally right like yeah ok so the problem is. i feel like as the seasons have gone on, this show has kindofjudt been slowly getting away from its better parts in the first season. i feel like its at is strongest when... they lirerally dont do some big overarching plot. like i dont mean no plot. plots good and fine. but i sort of feel like the "plot" is carrying the characters forward where i feel like when it was more lowkey, and more character driven it was jsut. better.

like i also hate prophecy shit. i think the last season was GOOD because it was completely self-fulfilling and fucking horsehsit. stacy (and im sorry i call her that, its just cuz thats all i refer her to. stacy from eastenders) made that shit UP just because LOL. also thats my other aside. i LIKE how with mitchell, like... i mean it wasnt just him trying to avoid the prophecy, right? like agreed? cuz that whole thing was like straight up. intention towards true immortality. my hypocritical little tangfastic. awwww.

also gos where was i

god thisshow is corny. sometimes i cant stand this specific brand of corniness. like i dont mean like. i LOVE corny. i dont like... soap opera type corny, right? i dontknow. i had a point somewhere. i mean i still dont like how it plays out sometimes- im just thinking of specific interactions and how certain dynamics play out- but its also like.... GOOD at more well balanced characters with flaws. inmy opinion. they all sorta suck. which i think takes the korny edge off. yall wanna single say fuck that fuck that fuck th sorry. i dont mean that. where was i. god ivebeen insanely suicidal as of late. thats the aside. fcukc me man

WHERE AM I

anyway god ok so i did notpay rnough attention to like any of the shit outside of annie, tom and george this episode. im serious. oh and the dying wertewolf and the other vampire. and whoever is supposedly here to kill eve. my lovely dead dad lover eve.

oh i do want to meet him properly though

Hal.

[boobchuy]

here is the ramble that made me hit tag limit for the first time in the entire *checks calendar* five??? years??? ive been on this hellsite??? they are doing things to my mind.

thinking abt sashanne tonight but honestly has it ever even stopped since commander anne dropped. they are sooooooo skrunklies. little losers.

like ive also been leaning into the popular characterization of anne being mad at sasha and the latter being a loser and just them being idiots and having drama in general. but like sometimes i think abt how these two genuinely care abt each other.

laugh about their first reunion in amphibia all u want, but in the lens of being a teenager/13 (more or less 15 but u get my point) even though its silly its what makes it genuine and theyre happy to see each other again and they dont try to hide that happiness at all!!! like they are literally kids. and they do care for one another!

in the future these reunions no longer have that kind of enthusiasm. theyre more. subdued. anne was suspicious as hell in the second time but the third time had her running into sashas arms once more!!! and thats what i kinda want to psychoanalyze rn like.... anne def deserves to go apeshit and she HAS multiple times and though it would have been nice and awesome to see her still hold some kind of visible grudge/anger towards sasha, theres just something very sweet to me abt how anne will literally just.forgive the people she cares about time and time again.

like, we all know it bites her back in the ass and yeah maybe its not really her intention to be so forgiving in the sense that everyone deserves a second chance and that shes ACTIVELY trying to spread kindness and love all around- to repeat what i said earlier, she is just a kid. yet shes still someone who wants whats best for everyone and would rather have everything be okay rather than dwell on the past. what shes mostly doing is just focusing on another goal in mind, like what mr matt braly said himself, that for the first time in the entire show, she actually has a mission! going back home was more so in the background and wasnt that urgent in previous seasons, and this new one, about saving her friends and defeating andrias, is whats giving her the drive to finish a job, for better or worse.

and in the end of it all, im wondering if she’s ever given herself the space to breathe and process what she’s feeling about all this. i wonder if she’s even stopped to consider that it’s something that she should do! i feel like... annes the type of person to brush off her own emotions and dwell on them by her lonesome unless someone pries, and even then, i dont think it clicks in her head that its important to talk about these things, and not in the way that they dont matter (though if u REALLY want to delve into that then yeah maybe theres a bit of her thinking it isnt important), but i guess... that everything else that is happening, should be the things that are being given attention

sorry for rambling abt annie b when i said this was about sashanne akjdhfkf let me get onto that...

SO. you know that popular surge of angst art of anne being mad at sasha (THOSE WERE SO TASTY BTW. SASHANNE WAS AT AN ALL TIME HIGH). and instead of that we just had anne instantly running to hug sasha!!!!! AND THIS PART. THIS TINY ALMOST UNNOTICEABLE PART THAT I ONLY CAUGHT ON MY REWATCH, THAT LINE. AFTER ANNE CALLS OUT HIS NAME AND HUGS HIM.

“You’re alive!”

THAT IS SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. this makes me go crazy. the fucking implications. how many nights has this girl spent dreading if her friends are still alive. if she thought that sasha was... in danger, and w her saying in the new normal that she knows marcy, the one she WATCHED get stabbed in front of her eyes, is alive. that she has to be. i just. just how much are you keeping to urself. keeping from EVERYONE.

to go along w me saying that she's not really processed enough about everything that's happened where she has recognized the... issues that comes w being betrayed like three times in one day, I like to believe that... w the few times she's maybe thought abt sashas betrayal, that once she saw him on wartwood that day, all pretense of negativity and hurt were swept away with the relief that he's here and safe and alive. and I think, w that massive burden on the shoulders w having to save two friends, and seeing one of them accounted for, I think she desperately wants to hold onto that bit of happiness and positivity. and why she's so quick to want to believe that sasha has changed for the better

then we go to the part where she accuses sasha of manipulating her again. and we all knew at some point that a moment like that was coming from a mile away, but what really made me lose it was when alex posted the board version. where she’s literally fucking tearing up as she’s saying these things. bc she hates having to admit them, when she missed sasha so much, worried for his well-being, and to think for a second that she was just being fooled again hurt.

so with sasha’s outburst came with another relief, to believe that sasha has changed for the better, with how much she helped wartwood and the resistance. and her to scrape away past hurt w being betrayed, and just. be friends with sasha again.

to add more onto... less serious musings and more headcanon territory lol, with me being an advocate of oblivious and dense anne, i like to think that anne just. loves to cling onto the idea of sasha, both literally and figuratively. like, she wants things to be okay again, and sometimes it just feels surreal to know that sasha’s actually here, and she doesnt have any kind of bad intentions, and that these feelings manifest into her being affectionate as hell

commander anne showed her being the one initiating all these hugs, the second one having her being so excited at the prospect of their relationship being changed for the better that she fucking squealed. this girl, i stg aksdjfhk. but yeah, i like to think that she becomes way more touchy w sasha, whether w hand-holding, hugs or just generally being near sasha’s vicinity. im thinking that these actions dont necessarily register in her head, like she just does them, bc it makes her happy and sasha hasnt told her to stop even if he does still freeze from time to time whenever she does it so... yep :)

[kashimos-hajime]

no regrets (8/8) | r.b.

summary: For the first time, he thinks of a future he could have, and someone who loves him, and there’s something bright in his heart. Or, Reiner finally understands what peace is.

WARNINGS: MANGA SPOILERS!!! angst, mentions of violence, we get our happy ending :) pairing: reiner braun x fem!reader word count: 6.7k

a/n: welcome to the last chapter!! thank you so much for being on this journey with me. there are a few callbacks to previous chapters so see if you can catch ‘em all heheh 

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crossposted on ao3 x

Few months ago ymir asked if I could let her write one last letter to krista, and I did let her. I stood over her shoulder the whole time, watching her pen down all this sappy shit and I kept thinking about you the whole time, behind those walls. What you were doing, what you were thinking. Maybe if you thought about me. I dont know.

I’m starting to see the appeal of wrting what youre not strong enough to say to a persons face. I never thought Id find myself on the other end of this stick. for some reason, I thought that I could stop myself, resist the temptation, or maybe that I didnt feel for you as strong as I thought I did once I was away from you. I was wrong.

What do I even say? I mean shit, I can barely see, my limbs are barely in tact, and all of it—shiganshina, it haunts me, even though I cant really remember it that well. Half of it goes black and then I remember hearing your voice, I remember Bertholdt, I remember you screaming.

You couldve walked away. why didnt you walk away? It doesn’t make sens. Why did you think to cut me out? Why did you try to save me? Im trying to make it make sense inmy head. It’s not working.

Fuck I dont know what I was thinking when I asked for a paper and pen. Why am I asking you questions? Its not like ill ever understand. At this point, I think it’s pity thats letting Zeke let me waste ink on trying to write straight. He doesn’t know what im doing, but thats better this way. Better than sleeping—better than eating. I just wanna talk to you and this is as close as I can get. Its my own damn fault, but I dont care. 

I completed my mission. After this, im done. ill give up the rest of my term. I dont want any of that glory anymore. I dont want to be a hero. Im just done.

Fuck, my head hurts so much. I dont really know if what im saying is making sense. Im hoping you never read this.

im sorry. I wish I could explain it to you some day, but chances are, ill be dead soon. Whether for treason or because they need to pass on the Titan, and I wont be able to see you again. Which means youll never know how sorry I am. How much I

Thats okay. I dont think youd believe me now even if I did say anything.

I remember your dream to live by the lake with a bunch of kids. You know I started to wonder if youd mind if they were our kids, not just some orphans who needed a home. I’d imagine one of them with blond hair. Imagine them swimming in the lake.

Never told you that was my dream too. Never knew i could have a dream of my own, something only I wanted and not just something to further marleys damn agenda, til I knew you. Sounds stupid but its true.

I think youd like Marley, if we weren’t sworn enemies. Just want you here with me right now. make me sleep easier knowing you’re there when I wake up. 

Dont want secrets either. Fuck I miss you so bad. I feel s o tired all the time. 

I rember when i first saw you all could think about was how you were the most prettiest girl id ever seen. I don know if you know thats why I tried to distance myself. Knew I couldn’t get distracted from my mison. happened anyway. Wish I could tell you that. 

wish I could tell you I love you. Wish I could see the look on yur face when you try lobster for the first time. Youd love it. Not sweet, but tons of desserts here too.

Shit. And the ring on your finger. ill put a ring on your finger. I promised. i swear ill go home and buy a ring for the moment I see you again. Might not be pretty but will do the best I can.

Olnly wnat only wnat only want to see you again and beg for your forgiveness. Let you know if I had a choice, I wouldnt have done it. Would take it all back, nd stay. i wanted to stay, stay with you and the others. I used to want to spend the rest of my life in those walls, now I think im sick and tired of them dividing people who arent even that differnet.

My eyes are beginning to burn. Worse because the skin is sitll growing back. Fucking hell god I miss you. miss your smile more.

I know i dont deserve your forigvneess forgiveness. I want you to be angry with me. I deserve as much, and I cant ask you to, but 

With love,

Rienr

You fold the letter, eyes closing as your fingers trace where the ink bled, the old tear stains wrinkling the paper beyond measure. Some are older than others, and you trace over his name again, your eyes burning, your throat tight enough to suffocate.

You’re leaning against the wall as everyone disembarks. They had taken Eren off first, Hange and the others getting ready to depart for the city while Connie and Jean lift a covered stretcher too white for the vivacious girl that lays dead beneath it.

They pass you silently, and you catch sight of a certain captain approaching, his pale eyes nearly swallowed by the shadows haunting his face.

“Captain,” you say, straightening. Placing the letter back into the tin, you slide it back into your pocket as he folds a green jacket over his shoulder. You give him a nod.

“You made it out alive,” Levi observes. He stops beside you, eyes more focused on what’s ahead. No doubt he’s not looking forward to having to take Zeke to wherever he needs to go—somewhere far, far away from Eren. You cross your arms. 

“It’s good to see you, too, Levi,” you intone. Sighing, you step in beside him and look out at the Walls you can’t see in the distance, your entire body wrought with a strange fatigue that’s only sewn into muscles by adrenaline leaving the body. “I think I’m going to stay.” He tilts his head to you, eyes flickering to your face, and you mirror the shift, your arms tightening. “I can’t leave this unfinished. Not after Liberio.”

“The farm will have to be abandoned,” he points out. “The kids, too.”

“I’ll make sure I move them where someone can take care of them. Somewhere north, far away from the brothers,” you assure, although still, your heart begins to sink and you close your eyes, exhaling deeply. “I have to hope they understand.”

Levi only nods, and you open your eyes as he wordlessly takes the jacket off his arm and offers it to you. Grasping it wearily, you open your mouth to ask questions but he only sets off, back towards the cabin where Zeke is still being held, and you snap your jaws shut, looking down at the jacket.

When you unfold it, you swallow the hard rock in your throat at the blue and white slipping beween the folds of olive green before there’s a sharp whistle. Looking up, you see the carriages already beginning to load up, and you glance back at the door where the captain has disappeared through before jogging down the ramp.

You slither your arms through the sleeves and shuffle the fabric along your frame as something thumps against your thigh, and you frown, reaching down into your pocket and coming into contact with something smooth and hard.

Withdrawing, your lips part at the green bolo tie gleaming in the lights of the port and you, without another thought, pull it over your head, letting it fall against your breastbone. 

“For your services to the Survey Corps.”

There’s no time to second-guess now. No time to debate.

“Good to have you back,” Hange murmurs as you walk towards the carriage taking Mikasa, Armin, and the others back to the city. You tug the lapels of the jacket tighter around yourself and flash them a weak smile. 

The Wings of Freedom on your arm feel like a brand, and it prickles your skin as you climb in after them.

.

Distantly, he remembers flashes. 

Eren reaching forward for Zeke, the exhaustion ripping him every which way, the sound of ODM gear whizzing in his ears as he tries to make sense of the punctured sensation in his armour.

How he had softened his nape, intending to die then. At least, let his death have some meaning, he had thought. Let him make one last effort to repent for everything he did to Paradis, and to his friends who’d been more family than his own mother.

He slips in an out of consciousness for the next few days. He doesn’t know what is up, what is down, but he does recognize his surroundings blearily, the way his head spinning somehow slowing when he presses his temple to the wooden floor.

How can he almost hear your voice in the echoes of the panels, countered by someone who almost sounds like Annie before he drifts off again.

When Reiner finally regains consciousness again, he wakes to someone crouched down in front of him. Jerking up, he lets out a sound before a palm slaps over his mouth and your face is shoved against his own.

“Shut it,” you whisper fiercely. “It’s just me.”

Your name muffled by your own hand, his eyes begin to burn and you lift your palm away as he sits up and you draw back. You’re dressed in clothes that look like they’ve seen better days but you’re relatively uninjured as you pull back. New lines adorn your face—one of the many prices of their damned war—and you only look exhausted. 

Sitting up, Reiner’s whole body groans as he leans against the wall, but he can’t tear his eyes away from you. Your hands are hovering around his body like you’re scared he’ll collapse and there’s a fracture in your mask.

Something gleams on your finger and his eyes flit to it, his heart lurching when he realizes what it is.

The ring. You’re wearing it. You…

For a moment, a glimmer of their teenage selves shine through and he wants to reach for it—touch it so he can remember what it’s like to be happy. He thinks it’s an awful like now; the swelling of his heart so big he can’t breathe; the way his lungs are static in his chest; how he can’t say anything because there are so many words that want to come out first.

“You’re here. You’re alive,” he finally settles on raspily. Your eyes glint with a youthful pain as you nod.

“So are you.” 

And he doesn’t know who moves first—you or him. Nothing is forgiven as their bodies crash in an embrace that lacks grace, but they cling onto another like the world is ending and they’re the only ones left standing. 

Maybe they are.

He buries his face in your neck, and your arms are so tight around him your fingers dig into his shoulders as your body melts against his and his skeleton sags in his own body.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers against your skin, eyes fluttering shut. “I‘m sorry.” A hand against your neck and an arm around your waist, he wraps his legs around your own and traps you against him. You seem to only sink into him even more.

Is that enough? I don’t want you to hate me.

You suck in a breath, and then it comes out shuddering. “You can spend the rest of what life you have left repenting for making me fall in love with a man who was always supposed to die.”

Softly, in his mind, your voice cools the searing heat of hatred inside him. It’s enough. It has to be.

“I’m sorry,” he says again. It’s like they’re the only words he knows. He can’t remember ever meaning it this much. For him dying, for making you love him, for ever coming to Paradis. For loving you. For loving you. “I’m so sorry.”

“I know. I know.” Your face turns to press against his own. Your lips brush against his jaw and his eyes slide shut, tears rolling down his face. “I read every single one of your letters.” Drawing back, you cup his face in his hands and your fingers smear his tears all over his cheeks as his palm rests against your neck. Thumb stretching up to touch your chin, he feels sobs shuddering in his throat at seeing you again—looking at him almost like you used to. “I can’t begin to understand, but I know you are. And I know you love me.”

Choking, he gasps, “You should hate me.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I should.” You’re crying, too, voice thick, tears stubborn on your cheeks as you give him a watery smile. “I should hate Marley, too. But it’s beautiful there. The water by the sea… I want to be there with you next time. We need to go together, before you leave me alone, okay?”

Reiner doesn’t quite hear you. He hears Marley, and beautiful, and he’s never noticed how beautiful you are when you cry, but right now, it’s the simplest truth he knows. 

“Okay.”

When you tilt his chin up and kiss him softly, something inside him explodes from the gentleness that makes him want to crack in the palm of your hands. It sears him from the inside out, makes him grab onto you like you’ll disappear—this is another dream, isn’t it? 

It has to be. 

You can’t be kissing him again after four years. He doesn’t deserve it. You’re an illusion, something his mind made up to deal with the pain. He’s finally cracked for good, just like Bertholdt said he would, and he’s the devil, not you.

But then you pull away just for a moment to smile, eyes barely open as you look at him with a sad tenderness that wraps him in an invisible embrace, and he is faced with the heart-wrenching reality. 

The sky is falling, you are holding him tightly again, and they’ve lost their years. But you’re here. With him. 

He knows that this isn’t a dream as he feels the coolness of the silver band on your finger and the heaviness in how he knows he hasn’t repented a damn thing. 

Why him?

As you run your hand through his hair, you press their foreheads together.

“And I do want a family with you, by the water if you’d like,” you murmur fleetingly against his mouth and his eyes widen, cheeks burning, entire face crumbling as he turns his face in to your shoulder, crushing you in another brace. Sobbing into your neck, his fingers dig into your shoulders, wrap tight around your waist, squeeze you so close he isn’t sure where you end and he begins and your lips brush the shell of his ear. “Reiner, say it.”

“Please,” he whispers thickly into your skin, and you cradle the back of his head with a hand. He’s nothing more than shambles. “Please, don’t go.”

“I’m not letting you out of my sight again,” you promise. His breath is hot against his own face as you pull his head back and cradle his face again, thumbs brushing away the tears from his red face. “Just a bit more. A bit more and then it’ll be all over, you know?”

And he understands, then, what you want from him. Struggling for breath, for his lungs to stop seizing in his aching chest, he cups your face that turns into his palm on instinct, your face wet with your own tears as, for a moment, they try to pretend this isn’t where they really are.

Like they’re still in that afternoon in Trost, a thousand years ago, with the kids flipping coins into the water fountain and a cream bun between them. Like they’re under the tree, apple juice on your wrist and his lips on yours.

Like it’s those trips to the city, the walks on the Walls. Honey is dripping down your chin and he’s pretending he doesn’t want to kiss you, or there’s grease smeared on his forehead, and you’re reaching up to wipe it off his skin.

Like a thousand moments all at once, and he nods to himself as you brush your hand over his temple. The world outside is startlingly quiet, as if the universe itself stopped everything itself to watch this moment, and Reiner takes a breath that bruises his sternum before he’s holding your left hand where that ring still sits.

And slowly, he pulls it off, whispering as firmly as he can. He’s sure he fails—he’s shaking all over from your presence alone.

“When this is over, I’ll put that ring back on your finger. I promise.”

The smile that splits your face is dazzling. It’s the smile he’s missed since the day he left it.

“We have a lot of things to work out, Reiner Braun.”

And your fingers barely brush his jaw before you’re leaning to press a sweet kiss against his mouth. It’s sugary on his tongue, like honey and apple slices.

.

Your back is warmer when you’re pressed up against Reiner’s. The ship is quiet, and their pinkies are just barely hooked on oen another’s as you stare blankly at the empty space between Connie’s boots. You don’t speak, and Reiner’s gaze is only on you. He can’t look at anything else now that you’re back by his side again.

There’s a cut on your cheek from the fight just half an hour ago, and there’s dried blood along your hands where your knuckles had split open, but everyone seems too exhausted to clean themselves up. 

Reiner himself has a blanket pulled over his shoulders, and he sighs, slouching in his own sack of flesh.

Your head tilts towards him, enough that your temple presses against his cheek. His eyes close and he leans into your touch. Not a word passes by, but their hold on each other’s hands tightens. And Reiner thinks. 

For the first time, he thinks of a future he could have, and someone who loves him, and there’s something bright in his heart. Something that hasn’t burned since he left Marley as a child.

Reiner thinks he doesn’t want to die anymore. He doesn’t want to miss you for another moment.

.

Raising from the steam, you groan, your hands searing from the inside out as you touch your face where you swore every inch of your skin had been stretched, but nothing seems out of sorts as you glance around. Everywhere, all your friends who had turned just as you had are in various states of disoriented. The air is still hissing, crackled with surprised screams and shouts of names as people look for one another across the field. 

It smells like cooked meat and burnt hair, a none-to-pleasant mixture that turns your stomach.

Getting to your feet, you wipe at your face, trying to ignore the weird feeling underneath your nails and the ache seizing your muscles. Trying to ignore the remnants of Eren lingering like a ghost that won’t really leave you alone. You shiver, and a strange cold sweat takes over your body.

He had taken you to the sea, except it wasn’t the shore you were familiar with. There was a cabin nearby, with blonde children running, chasing after one another and a man with golden hair standing on the porch, firewood in his arms as he calls out silently. Or maybe you had been standing too far to hear.

“Eren… where are we?”

“Wherever you think you are,” he had said. “I just brought you where you wanted to be.”

A voice, quiet as a memory, catches your attention. “Here let me help.” A soft wind blows throw the mist, cooling your scorching face as you feel a presence stand behind you.

“Oh, thank you.” You look over your shoulder to see a tall boy, and your heart stops. Mouth dropping open, you stare at his foggy image, but he only smiles fully, a smile so tender it reaches every corner of you as you stumble forward, fingers stretching for him. “Bertholdt!”

His smile grows only that much more, eyes squinting a bit and a flash of teeth before he’s looking at your hand that passes through his chest. All at once, all the hope built up in your chest crumbles, and your hand snaps back, trembling just before him. He lays a hand over your own and your eyes begin to burn, tears slipping down your cheeks.

And then, softly, you barely whisper, “I miss you.”

Bertholdt’s smile merely grows, as if to say everything he couldn’t say before. As if to show he’s at peace now—that your last memory together isn’t every part of him, and your lips press together, trying to stop yourself from shaking.

 Shadows form in the fog, and together, the two look as a freckled boy and another girl steps out of the mist a distance away, beaming like the sun. Connie and Jean stagger to their feet just behind you, and your heart lurches into your throat when you recognize them.

“Marco! Sasha!”

Someone calls your name and you turn around just as arms scoop you up and you let out a surprised noise before settling into Reiner’s arms. Looking over your shoulder to look at Bertholdt, your heart only sinks.

He smiles and Reiner lets out a sharp breath beside you, settling you down. “Bertholdt…” More shapes emerge. A shorter boy accompanied by another taller one, both alike in their features. You recognize one as the Jaw Titan holder before Falco, but the other—

“Marcel!” Reiner chokes out the name, hand stretching out to the fog, but the boy merely tilts his head and waves.

Closing your eyes, hot tears streak over your cooling flesh as you fling your arms around Reiner again and press your face into his neck. He cradles the back of your head, and he feels… somehow weaker, but still, there is that impassable strength in his core that wraps around you as he watches over your shoulder, still clinging on despite your clothes hot enough to burn.

I’m alive, I’m alive, I’m alive, I’m alive. It’s the only thought in your head. Your last clear memory had truly been the others taking flight, and the pain that had ripped apart your body before sewing it back together again in unjust proportions. Your limbs had been too big, your blood racing too warmly through your head as your legs pumped but your brain screamed to stop. 

Your fingers had sank into Reiner’s legs to pull him down and you had watched—watched Jean take a bite out of him—

You shiver and Reiner’s arms tighten around you instinctively, constricting enough to let you know that his attention isn’t on you quite yet.

Boots shifting on the ground tentatively, your knees feel gummy as you draw back long enough to look at him. He still looks over your shoulder, and you follow his gaze to watch the mist retreat. Bertholdt and the other two boys fall into a pool of fog, and your lips part in a farewell, but it’s already too late.

He’s gone.

A wind sweeps through the battlefield, tickling your sweating neck and cooling your boiling blood.

“Hey,” a soft voice croaks.

Their eyes meet in tandem. He regards you softly, like you are the reason the sun rises and the stars hang at the sky. Overwhelmed, you can only cup the back of his neck and pull him into a deep kiss. Your other hand along his jaw, it takes all you can not to pull him into a bone-crushing embrace that’ll send them both to the ground.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” you whisper hushedly against his mouth, throat swelling as he lets out a soft noise of surprise as you pull him into another tight hug. You don’t care that you’re crushing him, just that his heart is pounding against your own chest. “I couldn’t stop myself. I’m so sorry.” 

His eyes widening, he wraps his hands around your wrists and pulling you back just enough to kiss your fingers that crumple against his mouth. Clasping one of his hands in both of your own, you close your eyes and he uses his free fingers to brush the tears off your cheek before reaching into some dented tin you don’t recognize.

Eyebrows furrowing, you feel the heat leave your entire body, sapping your energy too, and your eyes snap to Reiner who steps back, cracking it open and presenting it to you. 

“You’re not the one who has to be sorry. I don’t think I’m the Armoured Titan anymore,” he whispers. “I don’t know if I get the rest of my life back, but either way, I want to spend the rest of it repenting to you in any way I can, if you’ll allow me to.” A weak smile. “Truth.”

Your throat closes up, and you stare down at the ring so protected, gleaming despite the destruction around them. It looks almost out of place amongst the grime smearing your skin, the sweat drenching their skin, the smell of blood and metal clinging to their clothes, but Reiner only watches you with a tenderness you can barely meet. It’s so overtly overflowing with devotion that your heart is resting on your tongue, seizing control of everything. 

You barely nod, chewing on your lip, trying not to cry even harder as his eyebrows rise in relief and he lets out a long sigh.

He lifts the ring out of the tin, snapping it closed before sliding the band back home onto your finger and all at once, everything floods you. The exhaustion, the pain, the hunger, thirst, grief wrapping around your bones and chaining you to the ground.

It’s over.

The minute he put the ring on your finger, it would mean it was over. No more blood, no more fighting.

Just like he promised.

You barely croak out his name before you fall to your knees. You trust him to catch you, and he does.

[THREE YEARS LATER]

Just after the Rumbling had stopped, you had gone back to Paradis alone and came back with three children to a man who was still uncertain in a world that was changing. 

Since then, you’ve learned so much about the world, about yourself, about Reiner. 

How he’s seized by night terrors even now, just like you, and how one thing that soothes it is going out for a walk while the sun still simmers below the horizon, the sky a dark navy blue spliced with orange rays. The intricate details like him making a point to tie his own tie because his father never taught him how or the way he has to chug his coffee so he has enough energy to get through the day.

And some days are horrible, haunting, but now, it is far outweighed by the good. He teaches Xav how to dress smart, takes the girls out shopping. Sometimes, he’s spotted around Liberio with a flame-haired boy riding his shoulders, you trailing behind hiding a smile behind some ice-cream.

Different nations, foods, cultures surround you now—citizens of countries coming to settle down roots, spread cuisine to Marley. The idea before, of humans so different than you but still similar at the root of it all, existing, still blows your mind. The technologies that you had never seen before, languages you’d never heard, sights you’d never seen, had all swarmed you as you stepped into a new world with him.

But there is always one thing you’ll come back to.

Leaning against the railing in the port city Reiner told you was the harbour he had left twelve years ago, and returned to seven years ago, you watch the clouds travel in slow drags across the pale blue canvas hung high above your head. The water spans for as far as you can see, glimmering under the sun and gorgeous enough to take your breath away. You pull at your coat across your chest absently, ignoring the tender growl of your stomach. 

Breathing in the salty wind, you feel your chest expand at the litle fishing boats a little ways out.

Reiner was right. You don’t get sick of the sea. You never will—not of this much water. You still remember the first time you had swam in it, the salt-water making your hair crisp, the cold sweat forming on your your sun-warmed skin.

You feel a hand on your shoulder. Looking up, you spot blonde hair and warm eyes and smile. Your heart flutters a bit. You shift on your feet.

“Hey.”

“Hey.” Reiner leans down beside you, and you clasp your hands, letting the sea wind curl against your neck. Reaching to slip his hand in between yours, he sighs and you lean against his shoulder, glancing at their pile of interlaced fingers. “Are you okay?”

“Of course,” you whisper, although even still, you can feel a numbing at your fingertips. You remember what it was like to be a Titan, even now. The sensations haunt you—flashes of your own mutated body, the grotesque meat of your hands sinking into the ankles of the man beside you, the bloodcurdling roar spilling out of your throat.

Glancing at their fingers, you watch the flashes of silver of the rings play in the sunlight, your band now having a matching counterpart on his own hand. You grasp his hands tightly, bringing them up to your lips and his own grip tightens when you dust a kiss gently along his scarred knuckles.

“No,” you finally say at length. “I’m not okay. Going back to Paradis makes me nervous as hell, but we’ll manage.” He nods slowly, and you let go of his hands to wrap your arms around his neck. His own encircle your waist, pulling you flush against him and your eyes close at the familiar warmth—a warmth you’ve woken up next to most days for the past three years. 

“Have you eaten yet?” he murmurs, and your fingers play with the soft edges teasing at your pads as his nose presses against your cheek. Your eyes flutter at the soft heat emanating from his skin, and you shake your head, melting against him. With one arm still around you, he slants his body away from just enough to pull a bag out of his pocket and it crinkles as he hands it to you. Taking it, you frown and look inside.

A cream bun. You can’t help the crumbling in your expression and Reiner holds your face in his hands carefully, kissing the corner of your mouth.

“Let’s stay positive,” he whispers. “We don’t know the situation until we get there and Historia briefs us.”

“I know,” you whisper and his entire expression eases at your words. His eyes gaze at you as if you’re the sole centre of his universe, and he cups your jaw more insistently, pulling you in for a gentle kiss, one you ease into, your eyes fluttering shut as his tongue traces the seam of your mouth. Laughing, you feel his little nose scrunch and your heart bounds up into your throat as he pulls back only to kiss you again, softer this time.

“Get a room!” A sharp female voice ruins their moment and you pull back just enough to see a red-headed boy running towards them and Reiner crouches down just in time to scoop Xavier up.

“When are you getting married?” he demands. “I was promised cake when you guys got married.”

“I dunno. When you move out of the house I guess,” you tease and Xavier pouts, rubbing at the side of his nose with the heel of his palm.

“Besides, you got cake for your seventh birthday, buddy,” Reiner groans as the boy twists in his arms. “You’re getting heavy. What are you feeding him?” he adds, smiling roguishly at you and you roll your eyes as Alina and Anya approach, sun hats protecting them from the glaring sun. Alina, grocery bags in hand, waves. Anya, who’d been the one to shout, tucks her coin purse back into her bag before flashing you a great big smile.

Only fifteen and seventeen. You can barely recall what it’s like being that young anymore, but you’re grateful they didn’t spend it the way you did. They get to know beauty, and no limits at all. The former comes naturally, the latter is partially because Reiner spoils them rotten.

Alina picks a flower with velvety purple petals from a bouquet she cradles in her arm, extending it to you.

“For good luck,” she says. “And protection.” Your heart melts at her words and you pause for a moment, looking from the gorgeous bloom to Reiner, occupied with the boy in his arms making silly faces at him. Then, without another moment, you sneak the flower behind his ear and he reaches up immediately to hold it against his head, turning to you in surprise. 

“To protect the both of us,” you explain.

“Thank you. I’ll be extra careful now.” He looks at the girls, setting his free hand on Alina’s head heavily and she flushes, smiling grandly. “You three behave while we’re gone, alright?”

You nod. “Listen to Levi.” 

“And listen to your sister,” Reiner adds to Alina and Xavier. The former rolls her eyes, the latter sticks out his tongue. “I’ll miss you.”

This is their home—their family that tumbles together into a huge hug, and you can’t help but stand back, watching how they all seem to merge into one unit, unaware of where one part of their reach ends and another begins.

As Reiner pulls you into the hug, your heart soars through your body, effortlessly pounding in your throat and in your fingers and everywhere at once. Liquid heat pools everywhere as Xavier screws up his face when you kiss his cheek, the same way Reiner does after he’s eaten something sour.

And maybe it’s a bit different, or a bit broken, the shards of their bloody history still poking at their heels whenever they think you’ve forgotten them, and it’s most definitely not perfect, but you would rather have it like this then anything else.

“Hey, guys!” Breaking apart, the family look over to see Armin, Annie, and Pieck walking over. Gabi and Falco meander a little bit behind, pushing Levi in his wheelchair, and Jean and Connie are running not far behind them, shouting at one another. You stifle a laugh and Xavier shimmies out of Reiner’s hold to run towards them. The girls follow after him, trying to hold back their runs but the closer they get, you can tell the more frantic they are to say goodbye.

So this is what they’ve made a peace. Something, you hope, is good.

Annie bypasses them quickly, making her way over to you and you survey her face as Reiner squeezes your shoulder, walking over to their friends. Her blue eyes are fixed on your face, and you feel your lips curving into a smile as she shoves her hands in her pockets. Her hair is swaying in the wind, gleaming flaxen, and you remind yourself, not for the first time, that Armin and Annie’s kids, if they ever decide they want them, will be gorgeous.

Hope for the future, and all that.

She stops in front of you, tucking a strand behind her ear.

“So,” she says at length, “we’re going back to Paradis. I’m surprised you decided to come with us. You don’t owe any of us anything.”

“I know. But… you’re my best friend. You do the talking, I fly the getaway plane, right?”

“Yeah. There used to be a time when it probably would’ve been the opposite.”

You nod, and they stand in silence for a moment, watching each other. Two women who should not have been friends, but were against all odds. You don’t think you would be here today if it weren’t for Annie.

Your heart lurches and you take a step forward just as she does, her mouth open to say something. You throw your arms around her and she lets out a noise in surprise as you close your eyes. Arms coming underneath yours, her hands dig into your shoulders and you smile against soft hair as she sighs, easing into your hug.

“Finally working together on an actual assignment,” you mumble and her head tilts as her small frame shifts, a hand patting you on the back as a sign for you to back up. “Just like we always said we would.” 

Bluntly: “Just don’t do anything stupid.”

“You, too.” Pulling back, the two look at one another for another soft moment before you remember the bag in your hand and you shift the bun up in the bag, extending it towards her. “Want some?” Her eyebrows rise in faint delight, before she’s reaching over, pinching and tearing a piece off. 

You grin and do the same and you gesture for her to come stand by the rails with you, stuffing the bag into your coat pocket. Leaning against the warm metal again, you hear a seagull call. The plane you’ll be flying to Paradis floats on the water, the technicians giving it the final check before you take off.

If anything goes wrong while you help prepare and oversee accommodations for the rest of the ambassador group, you’ll remember to fire the black signal flare, but you trust Historia. You trust your friends.

You glance over at them, all laughing, and you notice that the flower has gone from Reiner to Pieck, who’s taking it out of her dark hair to tuck it into Jean’s, and his cheeks redden as he brushes it more securely behind his ear.

Annie catches your attention again, pointing out idly that they’ll have to separate soon when they finish with the plane, and you tell her to just wait a couple minutes more as Reiner catches your gaze. Setting Xav, who has somehow wormed his way back into his arms, down, he walks back over to you, and his hand trails purposefully over your back before resting at the nape of your neck, a reassuring weight on your body.

“You guys okay?”

“We’re fine,” Annie replies. “You have a clingy boyfriend,” she tells you. 

“I think it’s charming.”

She rolls her eyes. Reiner smiles, and you pat the railing beside you—silent invitation. He leans in on your other side, clasping his hands and watching the fishermen pull themselves to shore, singing a tune to each other—one familiar to all three of them and one that you wish you could get out of your head. 

“Soon may the Wellerman come…”

A faint breeze tickling at your fingertips as a sharp call for embarkment splits the harbour, you simply sigh and look over at Reiner. “I just want these last few moments to last.” His eyes meet yours, and he leans forward to press a kiss between your eyes. Annie lets out a soft noise of disgust and you bump your hip against her as Reiner pulls back.

Closing your eyes and lifting your head to the wind, you can almost imagine the one person missing standing on the other side of Annie, dark hair like spun, stained bronze and eyes like warm chocolate. He’d smile and tell them not to worry in that sincere way of his that makes you believe every word he says—as long as they were careful, they wouldn’t walk into any traps.

Your chest aches, and your lips tug into a heart-wrenching smile as you begin to sing along. Reiner slips a hand in between yours, pressing his temple against your head and you loop your other arm through Annie’s.

She rests her head on your shoulder, listening to your voice, eyes on the sailors bringing in their haul below them. Reiner hums the shanty softly, distractedly, eyes cast across the sea.

You tilt your head up to the sky, at the stars you cannot see but will join one day, and smile.

[skipps-writes-for-gojo-satoru]

can i request what gojo would be like in an argument with his f!s/o? not anything that’ll make them break up, but what do you think an argument would look like, and how would they make up? something angst please! ❣️

IM BACK hopefully this doesn't seem too ooc 🙏

I hope you like it! 💙

Gojo would react into completely different ways when it comes to arguments whether they are mundane or serious.

I would say arguements with Gojo is unavoidable because this man is a living tease. However these are just arguements about mundane things such as him forgetting to throw out the trash and he'll come up with some excuse.

"I was busy exorcising curses!" "You're literally laying on the sofa playing Smash Bros!"

He won't apologize for it the closest you can get as an "I'll go if you give me a kiss!" Just don't take it too personally, he's a tired man who barely gets time off to do as he pleases. Also he was raised in a household with lots of servants.

He'll still try so don't be too harsh on him or else your nagging might end up turning into a serious problem.

Gojo is no means a hot heated person in fact he is very calm and observant of his surroundings. He'll sit down and listen to you only when he knows he deserves it. He would never lash out at you on purpose unless something is really stressing him out.

From what I can see an arguement to get serious it would either concern two things his work or you are giving him a hard time.

Gojo is a man constantly swarmed with work so it means he'll barely be home but he tries to make up to you by texting or calling you randomly. If you feel neglected and try to push your feelings onto him I can see an argument happening.

Gojo hates arguing with the one he loves so he would calmly try to explain his situation and how he could make up for it, in his light hearted way. He would persist on being calm but if you're being really stubborn I can see him snapping and his words hurt a lot.

You either snap out of it and stop but if you continue arguing it's going to get ugly. Gojo is kind of man who is fuelled more by facts over feelings. Yes, it sucks he doesn't get to come home very often and he knows that and you pushing him isn't going to make things better.

Gojo could end up saying some mean things if he snaps, that's when he realizes what he's done and go somewhere to cool his head off. Don't go after him give the man some time.

Yes, it's going to be awkward for a while but Gojo feels guilty about it. Eventually he'll miss your touch and sheepishly apologize to you with a hug. If he has to leave for work he'll send over a bouquet of flowers with a note and text messages saying "he's sorry". Apologizing is hard thing for him but he's working on it.

If you on the other hand did something wrong, it's best take a few breathes or go cool your head off. Apologize to him earnestly and he'll welcome you into his embrace.

Once you've both calmed down suggest having a conversation around it, you both would have to state how you're feeling and come around to find a solution. Afterwards you guys would end up all mushy, trying to take the blame for what happened.

"I'm sorry Satoru, I shouldn't have lashed out on you like that..." "No, (Y/N) it's my fault I completely lost my cool..."

"I love you?" "I love you."

"I'll forgive you if you buy me cake"

Taglist: @the-fandoms-georgie @crapimahuman @annie-acadia @iwanttobefuckedbysatorugojo @spicyyren @asmaeackerman1 @clearlynotellie @clearlynotasimp @josie-jovan @your-waifuuuuu @dokiwoki @armiihhh

[oh-katsuki]

ship ur moots - not scout

thank you, not scout, for this ask

SHIPS UNDER THE CUT but sadly i cannot do everyone, so im just going to do the people i talk to most </3

@izuukii - obviously im going to say izuku because... duh? they'd be cute and he'd treat them well and i think they'd b handsome together.

@planetsano - right so im torn between kirishima and mikey for this one. i think mikey because the dynamic of bria bratting him makes me giggle. see also; takemichi because... cute (pouty <3) gf and cute bf.

@juniverses - its eren. not just bc he's her fav but also because i feel like she's the only person who can handle him.

@murmikaa - idk if you'll see this baby but I'm shipping u w jean bc i know u love him and also i genuinely think u guys would be cute

@katsupeach - okay me thinks shoto simply bc i think he could match your energy. you're a little more bubbly than him but i firmly believe in the dry humor bf and giggly menace gf. also you're sweet and i think he's into sweet people. plus u guys can b evil together when u feel like it <3

@ratsqueaks - I'm shipping annie w goj for obvious reasons. they r both insane and hot and i think could make each other worse.

@tteokdoroki - honestly... aali with any big bad bf would b incredible. she needs someone who looks scary but would pinch her cheeks. I'm not sure... if she's down w this... but i can see her and geto... (pre murder). like... think about it... big, tall, n intimidating bf an aali... yeah...

@bakemonogatarii - baby ik ur obsessed w tengen rn but i think you'd be SO cute with denki. sorry but yall would b adorable idiot x idiot. or yuji.

@sems-diarie - bye i think sem and izuku would be so cute. like they're have such cute babies and be the couple that makes everyone sick bc they're so cute. m'gonna scream.

@prettyboykatsuki - you and gojo would also make each other worse and i love that. like just an absolute hurricane of a couple. you guys would be cute together but so so so evil. so evil.

@drakenology - DAISY U ALREADY KNOW IM GIVING U DRAKEN????? BYE! also katsuki... but im a gatekeeper so i apologize sincerely. but u n draken are my otp. i fully think of u whenever i see him. 

okay i love u guys I'm sorry if i forgot u, please forgive me. also I'm not good at shipping people and i love giving people their favs bc... i like making them happy. also i gatekeeped bkg bye.

[nightfall-kachiniko]

yuhhh can i request annie accidentally slapping her s/o during an argument? ty!

Ah yes angst train here we come CHOO CHOO

“A promise that lasts an eternity” Annie accidentally slapping their s/o in an argument \/ Annie x reader Fan fiction /\

| “Y/N! YOUR NOT UNDERSTANDING!” The screams of the blonde haired woman filled the room as you went on your rant about how much she was hanging out with Reiner and Bertoldt.

“ACTUALLY YEA THE FUCK I AM!” Yelling back at you as you slammed your fist agaisnt the wall in anger. You two N E V E R fought like this. It was getting to the point where others were hearing and were worried that the argument would escalate to something more.

Further more, it was getting late, and most of the cadets were in their rooms, trying to get ready for sleep. “WHY THE FUCK WOULD I EVER CHEAT ON YOU? LIKE YEAH I HANG OUT WITH THEM A TON BUT YOU KNOW THEY’RE JUST FRIENDS!” The screams continued as the tensions got heated. Pure rage was going through your girlfriend and you could tell.

She had a shitty day that day and on-top of that Bertoldt tried hitting on her which made you upset. “I KNOW THAT BUT WHEN THE HELL WILL YOU EVER SPEND TIME WITH ME!? HUH!? YOU’RE ALWAYS CRAWLING UP THEIR ASS!”

“THE WHOLE REASON WHY THIS DAMN THING STARTED BECAUSE YOU HAD A SHITTY ASS DAY AND YOU’RE TAKING IT OUT ON ME!” Her eyes rolled at your hollers as her hand reached for the bridge of her nose, irritated. “no that’s NOT IT!”

“REALLY? THAN WHAT IS IT? BECAUSE ITS LIKE YOU NEVER TRUST ME ANYMORE! FOR WHAT ANNIE?! FOR FUCKING WHAT!”

You paced around the room annoyed at her. The thing is, she spend so much time with Bertoldt and Reiner that you guys BARLEY even talked the past week. And then she’d tell them all her problems and stuff and would ignore you.

“Y/N THIS IS WHY WE NEVER TALK SHIT OUT BECAUSE YOUR SUCH A BITCH!”

“OH REALLY? IM THE BITCH? YOUR THE IGNORANT FUCK WHO WON’T EVER OPEN UP BECAUSE YOUR SO INSECURE!”

“just shut up!” She spat out, getting closer to you.

“NO FUCK YOU!” You screamed, causing her to back up a bit.

“YOUR JUST THE SAME AS WE WERE WHEN WE WERE KIDS!”

“I SAID SHUT UP!”

The harsh tone she gave you resonated with the same force she put into her movement. Her voice was cut off by a quick movement Annie made. Her hand in a fist as it hit your face with great force, sending you stumbling back as a sting of pain rose upon your cheek.

Disbelief shunned in your eyes as you tried to think of what the hell just happened.

She hit you.

She really, hit you.

Everything went quiet.

Annie’s face turned pale as she realized what she did. The thing you both were yelling and screaming about went away as soon as she saw her hand hit your face. It was so forceful that you thought you cheek bone broke. You both just stared in disbelief as you put your arm up to your bruised, and now swollen cheek.

Your sight became blurry as tears filled up in it. The person who was suppose to never hurt you, hurt you, and in the way you thought she would never. Your breath became shaky with tears as your knees hurt from hitting the floor after she punched you. “Y-y/n...” she breathed out, her hands covering her face as tears of her own built up in Annie’s eyes. “B-baby I...” Annie’s body shaking of fear to what she did to you.

She got on one knee, kneeling down. “I-I’m s-so..” all she could see was the large, dark, purple circle on your cheek. “H-honey I..” Annie’s body moved towards you, trying to hug you, but instead you flinched back and yelled, “I-IM SORRY P-PLEASE DONT HURT ME! ILL BE QUIET I-IM SORRY!..” you cried out, moving yourself away from her as your hands put up, protecting your face.

Tears streamed down her shocked face, as she pulled you into her arms. You tried screaming to resisting but to no luck. She wrapped her arms around you, in a tight manner. The Woman still couldn’t get over the fact of her actions. “b-baby.. baby I’m so sorry..” she cried out, griping onto you as if you were going to disappear. “W-why.. why did yo-“

“Baby I didn’t know what I was doing.. I- I let my anger out, it was like I wasn’t in control.” She cried.

“God i-I’m, I’m a monster... I.. I..”

All she could get out were studders, she couldn’t even believe of what she just did.

“N-no... I-I know yo-you *hic* couldn’t control yourself... “ crying out you said with small sobs.

“I.. forgive you..”

“No!”

“Huh?”

“I don’t want you to forgive me, fuck, I won’t ever forgive myself,” She burrowed her head into your shoulder, giving it a small kiss.

Annie wiped your tears as well as her own. “You know I love you to death.. and I understand that, you couldn’t control it..”

“But that still doesn’t make it okay” she added to your statement.

“Y-yeah of course not..”

“But I still love you..” you said, kissing her softly on the head.

“I- I love you too... and I promise that I’ll never do that again..” She cried.

“Promise?” You held out your pinky finger. “God yes”

[hohoz]

Mikasa’s last words to Eren was his dream (Predict)

So we all know that Isayama likes to do this back and forth (specially with the whole memory sharing thing) 

I was writing a little thing about Eren, where I showed everything that has happened to him during his life and how people used him and that he is just a boy who loves his friends - and it was really really long and tumblr fecked me with this horrible editor (so basically I lost everything I wrote)

But I decided to write about the ending - im hopeful for Mikasa and Eren happy  ending but this is going to be bittersweet...  

When I was doing my post I had to read a few thing in the earlier chapters, and then I saw, the end of this manga is the beginning

The name of the first chapter is “To you, in 2000 years” that already implies time/space (I will talk about that later)

But let's take a look at everything first:

The first panel is a goodbye from Mikasa...

This implies a scene where she is the one at the time of his death/departure

My theory is that she will be the one that saves him but I think that this power that he used was to much for his body to handle... And the last thing he will see is her face. 

Another thing that implies that he saw the older Mikasa in his dreams,

The first thing that he notice is her hair when he woke up - it’s longer here while the future Mikasa has a shorter hair. 

This here almost made me cry,

Because I really think that I’m right and I don’t want to be right, I want her to save him, but maybe, his salvation will be his death, in a way he will be free of all this burden.

A strong foreshadowing about Eren doing bad stuff that make people around him get mad. 

And crying during acts like this has been used before with Annie so I would’t be surprised. 

I know, right ? We are at 136 chapters (and probably 5 more to go) 

Mikasa will be the one that ‘saves’ him 

“So help each other out when thing get out of hand”

“It’s always the way with Eren you know ?”

“I will NOT kill him”

Another thing that would implie that his death would not come from a battle with Mikasa.

He wants to be stopped, I think he already knows that his death will save the Eldians, his friend and the entire world.

But his life is the price to pay for this. 

He became a ‘villain’ so everyone could enjoy a long and happy life. 

Now about the chapters name “To you in 2000 years”

I believe that his memories will collide with her in the past and MAYBE just MAYBE she won’t become a titan, changing the whole history of humanity as a gift to the future ? Or she will make some changes that will affect Eren’s life

But the fact the we have Eren as a kid here is really simbolic - I do believe that this gift is something between Ymir and Eren, maybe is the Ackermann’s lineage ? 

Im sorry about this post and my english (it’s my third language - so please forgive me for my grammar) 

I had an gigantic analysis about this character and his development before the queen’s interaction but tumblr really ended that post life. 

I want to know your opnion on this, please lemme know,

And yeah, I wish to be wrong, with all my hearth I want to see Eren happy with Mikasa and 4 children / Or maybe Historia and 4 children, but I really wish for him to be happy and live a normal life. 

[pinkykitten]

everything stays

chapter 1 - blood on her hands :: gisela klein [ an aot oc story ] 

note: hey guys i know its been a rlly long time since ive posted anything and u may be rlly let down and underwhelmed that ive chosen to write a aot oc instead of fanfic but its what i want to write and i rlly love my oc and wanna give her some love and some praise and let u a little in how i see her. im sorry i havent posted a lot im going to try to write more and who knows i may or may not finish this but its ok imma try lol but life sometimes is a butthole. i hope you love her as much as i do an tysm for taking time out of ur day to read this story. enjoy!

Even though she knew that this day would have to come and that it was near, it still was a surprise for her. She was taken aback. It didn’t make sense and add up to her; she was trained for this since she was little; preparing mentally and physically for phase one of the plan; and the day appeared through the trees; past the wall; the opportunity was present; the fate of the people were waiting in their hands; and yet she felt a sense of evilness within her heart. Was this right? But there was no time. 

The day was written down in history. The stories were spread around like a disease. Heights, jaws, teeth, feet, stench, the screams. If they survived that nightmare they were seen as a tough soldier; as someone that was applauded because they probably had PTSD and had to see everyday as a reason within themselves or God that they were alive. That maybe just maybe they were saved for a reason; for a purpose. That is what Gisela Klein thought. Maybe there was something greater out there for her to do, to accomplish and that was why she saw another day; breathed another breath. 

But one thing was for sure. Forgiveness would never come her way; she would never expect it. To be a warrior she had to endure the horror; the pain; feelings of worthlessness; and friendships lost. 

This is the story of the 10th finding titan; the Slash Titan.

The pounding of her heart rang through her ears. It had taken everything for her to keep going on this journey; to continue on the path to and through Hell. She felt a loss within her and the light in her eyes died out. The loss of her friend made it hard for her to function. To keep her head in the game and in the plan. 

She sighed as she stared at her hands. Broken and bruised like her heart; scars and scratches scattered on her skin. Her bite mark deeply engraved into her flesh. She heaved a huge sigh. Ready to give death a handshake and make a deal with the devil. Panic was rising in her chest from her stomach, almost ready to throw up. 

As she thought about her family back home she realized there was no other way; she had to do this. In order to be with her family, to save them she had to do the one thing she was trained to do. 

Kill.

A lightning strike shot over the wall. The wall that kept the monsters away and at bay. Something was wrong; the air seemed to change. The lightning strike caused a boom, clap and the ground started to shake. 

Bertholdt drew his leg back and with full force swung his leg forward, knocking a hole into the wall that was impenetrable. Many people flew back from the wind of the blow and some were crushed by the debris of the wall. 

Many were going to die; but it’s what needed to be done. 

The titans were called. 

Finally the titans entered the devils homes and started to rip up their lives. “This is right, this is right.” Gisela had to keep reminding herself. “For my family.” And something snapped within her. The image of her mother, tortured, flashed in her mind. And suddenly everything was worth it. “No regrets.”

Gisela eyed Reiner, an agreement, a sign. She exhaled and in a quick motion placed her hand to her mouth and bit into it. In a spark she transformed into her titan form. Her eyes were much like a cats, sharp. She was made into the slash titan, she was chosen for this program. Her titans fingers were like sharp knives, able to cut any object or person. They hung a little past her knees. 

Reiner then transformed and both stomped past the hole. Many citizens glanced up, horrified. Gisela and Reiner were titans never seen before. 

She nodded to Reiner, bent down and started to pick up debris and pieces of houses to throw over the bigger wall. The chunks started to smash against people. Blood splattering everywhere. Gisela almost wanted to close her eyes from the immense amount of dead bodies piled on top of others, graves upon graves. 

She was hauling boulders as high and fast as she could. Her titan held a high amount of power and strength. Being slim, muscular and as tall as the armored titan and female titan. Reiner took a step back and gained his speed to go onward to destroy the bigger wall. 

“Fire!” Their soldiers cried out. Fear evident on their face. They shot their cannons, not even slowing down Reiner. Gisela continued flinging, wanting to create a path for Reiner. She was faster than before and many of her hits flattened the men in the front lines. Their screams and cries loud. 

“Close the gate!” They tried, it was their last hope to save humanity. But it was not enough. Reiner broke the wall and killed those running and they went flying. They reached even higher than Gisela. It astounded her almost, they seemed like helpless birds flying high in the sky; but that thought was quickly wiped clean because the second they flew up in the air they came straight down with much force that many parts of their bodies broke. 

Reiner did what he needed to do, he opened up a way for the titans to get in and they were swarming by the bunches. 

In the distance, the survivors fled in boats across the river to get into the other walls. Gisela put herself in their shoes for a second. They had reason to be scared. Everything they have ever known was gone; their houses, loved ones, food, a place to feel the most comfortable you can feel despite situations; it was all gone. Gisela shook the thought out, not caring about these cruel humans feelings. They had none. No emotions. Gisela had to believe that thought; what she was told, she had to believe it with all her heart, or else what was real?

They waited till they were able to not be seen and Gisela turned human first and then so did Reiner. The four of them hopped on the boat. Talking amongst themselves. The wind howled through the vacant homes. Destruction everywhere. Gisela looked around her setting and saw a little girl had been crushed because a tree fell on her, her doll mere inches away from her grasp. She died with her eyes open; almost looking into Gisela’s soul through the eyes. Gisela’s body trembled and she threw up. 

“Don’t.”

Gisela looked up to see Reiner wiping blood and debris off his clothes. He picked his sleeve and turned Gisela’s head to look away, he wiped her chin and mouth off the puke. He saw the trauma in her eyes and felt guilty. But it’s what needed to be done. He kept telling himself that the more he did this the more he would understand and get used to it. It was still all new to her and he had to be strong for her. He knelt in front of her small frame. “It’s not your fault. They needed to die. We are in this together. You don’t need them. Look at me.”

Gisela looked into his eyes, away from the sadness. His eyes carried the feeling of wanting to be wanted. That was always what Reiner wanted. But they also had fear in his eyes. 

“Stop acting like you’re in control when I know how sick you feel. I know how afraid you are Reiner.”

He paused and took a look at his hands and others surrounding him. “You’re right. But I made a promise to Marcel.”

They joined the other citizens arriving at the food reserves. The master of disguise was needed in this mission. People needed to see four hungry, depressed children that survived the fall of their homes, not mass murderers. 

Annie was only able to fetch two loaves. “Alright, who's the most hungry?”

“You girls should eat, you’re more feeble.” Bertholdt sat on a crate, pointing to Gisela and Annie. 

Annie tsked, moving a bang from her eyes, “who says girls are more feeble? I recall kicking your ass all those times in training.”

“You guys can eat it, I’m not hungry.” Gisela sat on the other crate and saw the chaos of the crowds. A boy caught her interest. He had dark brown hair, tan skin, and light blue green eyes. He was having bread shoved in his mouth and he seemed to have such a strong personality to him. If only Gisela felt so strongly about her motive and her placement in this life. 

“You really should eat, you need your energy after all you did.” Annie broke all the loaves in half and shared it amongst the four of you. “It’s not much but at least it's something.”

Gisela sighed, “you’re right. Thanks.”

After that day there was land given to only a few refugees but there were too many of them. Luckily the four of them had a piece of land that was enough until further inching themselves within society. Through that whole span each day was getting easier and easier living with the lies and day by day Gisela felt more at sure with herself and knowing that she could fulfill this mission. Pills and alcohol helped the pain and ease the thoughts. She taught herself to put a gap between what she came here to do and feelings. She told herself every day that nobody else mattered except her family and Reiner. She trained her brain to not care, to not have strings attached or any love for anything. It was all a play, all a rehearsal for when the curtain would fall. She was readying herself for that fall. Everyday she educated herself more on these scums. What they liked, wanted, needed, craved for, and what they craved more than ever in their life was freedom. 

She trained her body as if it were her last day, barely getting sleep. The face of her mother haunting her every night making her get up at three in the morning to do pushups or sit ups. Not only was her mind getting stronger but also her body. Even Reiner would make jokes noticing the muscles that would appear. The six pack that formed on her stomach. Her thighs growing tight and firm, her arms growing stronger. The sweat growing on her forehead longer. 

With her body growing her relationship with Reiner also changed. They no longer were the tiny children that didn’t understand anatomy or the air between two people. Reiner and Gisela’s relationship was of being flirty, sharing a few kisses here and there, trying to be a couple but then yelling at each other and breaking it up and realizing maybe this isn’t right a million times. Even Bertholdt and Annie were getting tired of their outbursts. But each time they made up to be friends only and then the cycle started where the feelings came in the way and they wanted to be more. They would tease each other, especially Reiner. They were each other's best friends. Gisela was like one of the boys, loud, obnoxious, burping all the time, Reiner would get a look at her and smirk thinking he taught her well. When Reiner looked at her he felt at home and that everything was going to be okay. Her nightmares continued and each time Reiner would come to her room and hold her, let her cry into his arms. She felt he was the only person that knew her pain. 

Gisela understood many things in life and for once she understood her life here, she understood why she was born and chosen. 

It was the following year and in order to get closer to finding the founding titan the four became part of the 104th cadet corps. 

“Are you ready to train more?” Gisela nudged Reiner, eyebrow raised.

“What do you mean train more? This is going to be a new but scary experience honestly.” Reiner spoke as if he was a different person. As if he didn’t have a life outside of the walls. 

“Reiner?” Gisela placed her hand on his shoulder, steadying him. He looked fine on the outside but Gisela knew the issues were inside, his mind. She knew this was becoming disastrous to him, he was starting to have almost two personalities, two lives, two worlds, two people. Gisela tried to tell Annie or Bertholdt, they saw it too but there was nothing they could do. 

All that Gisela could do was smile as they made their way to the first day of training. 

note: again ty y’all sm!!!! If u liked it lmk and this is kinda new for me cuz I usually don’t post my ocs stories here or much at all but I’m rlly excited for y’all to see her and for y’all to know this oc of mine and hopefully accept her ❤️

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[leossmoonn]

omg concept w stefan where you're a pediatrician and leave for work for the first time 6 months after you give birth to annie and then she just babbles "mama?" so stefan tells her she's at work but she doesn't understand so he tells her she's a doctor for other BABIES so baby annie get jealous and pouty at the thought of her mama being w other babies. MAMA BELONGS TO ANNIE YK. So y/n finally comes home and stefan being a good husband helps her relax but she asks wheres her baby and then he tells her about how annie is angry w her bc she's w other babies all day. So she goes to annie and then says like "who's my baby?" and then stefan jealously mumbles "me" but then annie finally "forgives" y/n and they have a cute family laugh

aweeee lets just talk about stefan taking care of a baby 🥺

also i had to look up what a 6 month yr old baby looks like bc for some reason i still think babies at 2 yrs old are like, small and helpless

yeah so stefan’s like takin care of annie at the house, watching disney movies and talking to her about stuff that she doesnt get lol.

OMG NO. SCRATCH THAT. STEFAN IS TALKING TO ANNIE ABOUT Y/N AND STEFAN SHOWS ANNIE A PICTURE OF Y/N WHEN THEY WERE FIRST IN HIGH SCHOOL AND HES LIKE “isnt she so pretty 🥺🥺” THEN ANNIE’s like “mama?”

and stefan smiles and is like “yes thats mama” but the annie starts looking around and is like “mama 🤬🤬 where mama 🤬🤬 MAMA 👹👹”

and stefan’s like “mama’s at work baby. she works with other babies to take care of them. just like shes taken care of you the past few months before she went back to work”

and annie then starts throwing a fit and honestly idk how 6 month old babies act but since annie is a vampire, i think id be funny if annie took like a toy and threw it to the wall and it made a hole 💀 k anyways

y/n gets home right and shes like “honey, i’m hooome!”

and she sees the hole in the wall and is like “tf?? um, stefan? annie?”

and stefan walks out of annie’s room and is like “hello how was work my beautiful, loving, gorgeous, awesome wife 😁😁”

and she’s like “it was good.. whyre you acting like that and why is there a hole in the wall” and stefan’s like “annie had a fit. but its okay, i handled it”

and while he’s helping y/n relax: give her a shoulder massage, make her food, etc. he tells her how it seemed that annie got jealous over her spending time with other babies and she’s like

“awe well lemme see if she’ll forgive me”

so y/n goes into annie’s room and annie sees y/n and is like “MAMA😡”

and y/n’s like 😐 jk she’s like 😕 “baby im sorry. its my job. but you know who my baby is?”

then stefan says “me 🙄”

and y/n’s like “haha no. you are annie!”

then annie reaches out to hug y/n and its all cute, tooth-aching family fluff 😁