#SW!Connie

[lilythecattt]

To Yatta, How smashable are you? In like a durability way not the other way

[ 👻]: “Yatta. The voices demand to know; Will you explode if an egg flies at you too quick.”

*She shows Yatta the Ask…

[🪅]: “Ooh oH!! I am very UNsmashable!!! Kinda hard to Be an acrOBAT if yoU only kEEP GETTING HURT!! :DD”

[bear-boi-5]

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Made Connie for Sprout's World, she's now a gummy Candy maker/silly

Also, we gots a logo now ‼️

[lunaruprising]

Some Star Wars AU portraits bc I had to get out of my system their designs

[donutdollie]

i'm putting stuff in queue partly atm (as per usual) but i'm thinking about connie and about how i'll probably go on her next while juggling ofpolitics (maybe... the queue there will run out in a few days so i really should)

[bunnynoirr]

Somewhere soft

Eren Yeager x black reader (part 2)

(Part 1) <- <- <- 🩷

What’s it finna play?- OH: The titans march on without Eren. You and Eren have an another talk, this time with answers.

Warnings: none that I know of!

𓆩❤︎𓆪 𓆩❤︎𓆪 𓆩❤︎𓆪 𓆩❤︎𓆪

The wind tore through her short hair.

She didn’t move.

She stood at the edge of the airship deck, knuckles white around the railing, watching the horizon darken with smoke and dust. The earth trembled beneath them—distant, rhythmic, impossible to forget.

The Rumbling was still moving.

She could feel it in her teeth. One step. Then another. Then another. Thousands of Titans. Thousands of deaths. And all of it—Eren.

He was somewhere out there. Not just leading it. Becoming it. And still, she waited for the signal. The right moment. The right words. A breath beside her. Armin. He was speaking. She barely registered it.

“Did you feel that?” he asked.

Mikasa blinked. “What?”

Armin turned sharply, scanning the sky, the ground, everything. His face had gone pale. “Something’s wrong.” She followed his gaze. Nothing had changed. The Titans still marched. The wind still howled. But then—

She felt it.

Not like a blow. Not like a shift in balance. Just… absence. A silence that didn’t belong there. Like the moment after a blade is drawn—but before it strikes. Like reaching out for someone in the dark and realizing your hands are empty.

Armin looked shaken now. “Eren.”

Her heart clenched.

He swallowed hard. “He’s not here.”

“That’s not possible.” Her voice was quiet. Flat. The kind of calm that comes right before collapse. “it’s like—he’s been pulled away.”

She stared out at the Titans. Still moving. Still crushing the world beneath their feet.

“But they’re still marching,” she said. “He’s still in control.”

Armin shook his head. “Not completely. Something else is pushing them now. Or whatever was left of him.”

She didn’t answer.

Because she felt it too.

The invisible thread she’d always carried—tied to him since they were children—had gone slack.

Not snapped. Not broken.

Just… barely there.

Her hand moved slowly to her scarf, gripping it tighter. She didn’t cry. She didn’t scream. That wasn’t her way. But her chest ached with a new kind of hollow.

What the hell happened to Eren?

And wherever he’d gone… still, she hoped—just for a moment—he could finally breathe, but if she was being honest with herself, someone just disappearing was never a sign of peace.

𓆩❤︎𓆪 𓆩❤︎𓆪 𓆩❤︎𓆪 𓆩❤︎𓆪

They regrouped later in the ruins of an old Marleyan base, just outside the Titan's last known path. The air smelled like dust and steam. Like old ghosts.

They were still moving.

The Colossal Titans hadn’t stopped—not completely—but they were slower now. Sluggish. Like something inside them had gone quiet.

Dead machines still walking.

Mikasa crouched near the edge of a crumbling rooftop, her eyes locked on the endless wave of steam and earth-shaking steps stretching across the horizon.

It was wrong.

All of it.

Not just the Titans.

Not just the silence where Eren’s voice should have been.

But the world itself.

Behind her, the alliance argued. Again.

Pieck’s voice was sharp. “They’re still marching. That’s all that matters. If we wait too long, there won’t be a world left to save.”

Jean snapped back, “And what exactly do you expect us to do? We don’t even know who’s in control anymore!”

“Eren is,” Reiner said flatly, though there was no conviction behind it.

Mikasa didn’t turn around. She didn’t need to. She could feel the fracture spreading. In the team. In the mission. In everything.

They had always assumed this ended with confronting Eren.

But what if Eren was already gone?

Armin stood a few feet away, staring blankly at a map that no longer mattered. His hands trembled just slightly at his sides.

“We can’t reach him,” he said, voice low. “Not through the Paths. Not through the Titans. It’s like… he’s been cut off. Pulled out.”

“By who?” Connie demanded. “Ymir?”

No one answered.

Because no one knew.

Mikasa swallowed the lump in her throat and forced herself to speak. “If Eren’s not in control anymore… then the Rumbling has no plan. It’s just destruction.”

Floch—somehow still alive, still unhinged—laughed from where he leaned against a ruined wall. “So? You said it yourself. Isn’t that what he wanted?”

She turned to him slowly, eyes narrowing. “No.”

He stared back at her, smug until he realized she wasn’t just disagreeing—she was sure. “Eren wanted freedom,” she said. “Not chaos.”

The wind howled across the broken street. No one responded.

Because what do you do when the devil you came to stop disappears? When the plan becomes pointless? When the world is already burning and your reason for fighting vanishes with the smoke?

They had no answers. And for the first time since all of this began—

neither did Mikasa.

𓆩❤︎𓆪 𓆩❤︎𓆪 𓆩❤︎𓆪 𓆩❤︎𓆪

The sun is already cutting through the blinds, washing the walls in soft gold and pale blue. You’ve been awake for a while, but haven’t moved—just lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, thoughts crawling in circles.

Everything feels… quieter this morning.

But not lighter.

Eventually, you pull yourself up, stretch, and tiptoe out into the hall. You peek into the living room.

Eren’s still on the couch—but he’s awake. His elbows are on his knees, head in his hands, body hunched like he’s trying to hold himself together with nothing but tension and bone.

You clear your throat softly. “You okay?”

He grunts.

Not a yes. Not a no. Just… sound.

You nod awkwardly, standing there in your oversized sleep shirt and socks, arms crossed like they might keep you from asking more.

The silence hums for a second.

Then you say it. “You… need a shower.” He doesn’t respond, but he doesn’t argue either.

You disappear into the hall closet, grabbing a towel and a fresh rag, then place them on the bathroom counter before glancing back at him.

“Go ahead,” you say gently. “Take your time.”

He stands, slow and stiff, and disappears into the bathroom without a word.

Thirty minutes later, the door creaks open.

Steam curls out from the crack as Eren steps into the hall, hair still damp, skin flushed from the heat. He’s wearing the clean shirt and sweats you left on the counter—ones that actually fit this time. Not too loose. Not swallowing him whole.

He looks… more human now. Less like a loaded gun ready to fire. You’re in the kitchen when he walks in, flipping eggs in the skillet, the smell of toast and bacon curling into the air.

You glance over your shoulder. And pause. Not because he’s standing there. But because—damn.

Clean, quiet, still a little dazed—but undeniably handsome. The kind of handsome that sneaks up on you and makes your breath catch before you can stop it.

You look back at the pan, pretending you didn’t notice.

“Those clothes look better on you,” you say casually, “They were from an ex. Few years ago. Took me forever to find them again.”

He doesn’t respond.

Just stands there, staring past you, like he’s watching something only he can see.

You press your lips together. “Go sit,” you say gently. “I’ll bring you a plate.” He does as he’s told—same as last night—moving to the small kitchen table like he’s sleepwalking.

You finish plating the food—toast, eggs, bacon, a cup of orange juice—and place it in front of him. Then you slide into the seat across the table with your own plate.

He doesn’t move at first. Just looks at it. Like he’s trying to decide if it’s real.

You start eating. Quietly. Slowly. Eventually, he picks up his fork. Takes a bite of the eggs.

You finish before him, scoop up your plate, and carry it to the sink. You’re rinsing it when you hear his voice for the first time since that grunt this morning.

Low. Rough. From behind you.

“…You didn’t have to do all this.”

𓆩❤︎𓆪 𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪 𓆩❤︎𓆪

He watches your back as you rinse your plate.

Sunlight cuts across your shoulders, soft through the kitchen window, making the steam rising from the sink look almost holy.

He doesn’t understand this place.

This stillness.

This version of you—calm, quiet, warm without flinching. You brought him water. Gave him a shower. Clothes. Breakfast.

He doesn’t know how to hold this.

“…You didn’t have to do all this,” he says.

You don’t look at him, but your voice is steady. “I know.”

A pause.

“But I wanted to.”

Silence settles between you, thick and waiting.

Eren looks down at his plate—half-eaten eggs, a crust of toast—and wonders how long it’ll last. How long until the look changes. Until you remember he’s not just some guy with memory loss and a temper problem.

He sets his fork down.

And begins.

“I’m not from here,” he says quietly. “You probably figured that.”

You still don’t turn around.

“I’m from a place where people live inside walls because monsters roam outside them. Giant ones. Titans. I used to be one.”

You still. Just slightly. But you don’t speak.

He presses on.

“I’ve killed people. A lot of people. I destroyed cities. I started a war… ended others. I thought it was the only way.”

Your shoulders stay still.

“I wasn’t always like that,” he says. “I wanted to be free. That’s all. But I kept losing people. Watching everyone else decide how the world should be. So I made a decision.”

He pauses.

“The wrong one.”

He watches you like he’s waiting for the recoil. For you to flinch, to step back, to say what the fuck is wrong with you?

He braces for it.

You say nothing.

You just turn around slowly, your face unreadable, your eyes locked on his.

You stare at him for a second too long—long enough that he starts to feel it in his chest, like a burn.

And then, with a breath:

“Well. Good thing you got zapped out of there before you committed mass genocide.”

The words hit him like a slap he didn’t see coming. He stiffens. Jaw tightens. “It was the only way,” he snaps, sharper than intended.

You raise a brow, not backing down.

You don’t argue. You don’t agree.

You just lean your hip against the counter and let the silence breathe between you.

Then, finally:

“…Do you want to go back?”

The question is quiet. Dry. Honest.

But it lands heavy.

He blinks. Looks away. Something in his stomach twists.

Because he hasn’t even asked himself that yet.

You ask if he wants to go back—

And for some fucked up reason,

he doesn’t know how to answer.

𓆩❤︎𓆪 𓆩❤︎𓆪 𓆩❤︎𓆪 𓆩❤︎𓆪

You don’t push him for an answer.

You don’t need to.

The silence says enough.

He won’t look at you. Not directly. Just stares down at his plate like the answer might be hidden in the leftover crumbs.

You walk over quietly and sit across from him again, pulling your chair in slowly, your hands folding around your now-empty glass like they might hold the moment steady.

You speak softly. No edge. No judgment. Just the truth.

“…I’d understand if you didn’t want to go back.”

He lifts his head a little. Just enough to glance at you.

“It’s obvious you’ve had it rough,” you continue. “And I don’t mean just the whole war and Titans thing. I mean…”

You pause. Shrug.

“I don’t know. You look like you’ve been holding your breath for years.”

Eren’s jaw clenches, but he doesn’t interrupt.

You lean back slightly. “I’m not saying any of it was right. And I’m not saying I get what it’s like to carry that kind of weight.”

You meet his eyes.

“But I know what it’s like to be tired.”

That’s all you say.

You don’t ask him to open up. You don’t offer comfort he might not want. You just sit there, honest and still.

Across the table, Eren finally exhales.

Not in relief. Not in peace.

But like he’s finally starting to feel how tired he really is.

[glamorous-glisten]

[🪞]: “Hi twin! Connie told me Sprout has been stalking you too long on here without sending an ask, so I’ll ask one for him; What is your second most favorite color, and your two least favorite colors? I’ve been wondering if small things like these change cross-Universe or not…”

( -SW!AU Glisten )

Second favorite is yellow or purple for sure! Least favorite probably brown maybe green if its an ugly green

[lilythecaattt]

(A pile of not-so-random Shelly’s World AU Lore bc yes :3)

When you want to ramble about something, but don’t have something to ramble about, but suddenly have an idea as you’re typing:

(Click below if you wanna be psychically whiplashed by my wall of text over my silly AU’s version of Dandy :3)

HELLO UNFORTUNATE SOUL, I will now give you just as you signed up for:

So.. Dandy, the goober I love and hate equally for his shop, and for the fandoms pressure to hate him…

…But let’s ignore all that for a second:

(!POSSIBLE TW!: Wall of text, Aka an Essay, Misspellings, AU nonsense, Cring, Very slightly-hinted Moonflower, Trauma, *Maybe* body horror?… Yeye 😎)

(^Take the tags with salt, and concern. You will be just as surprised as me which of these is a joke and which isn’t. Hahah…)

This mostly talks about the other Mains, and less of Sprout or Cosmo… They’re still mentioned. BUT THIS IS DANDY-CENTRIC. With some Astro & Shelly too.

Also this might be like, a 15-20-ish minute read? Not sure…

But if you need writing ideas? Maybe this can inspire you?

Now, let’s get straight into some (hopefully brief) detail on this specific Shelly’s World AU: Shelly has her own Show, because Gardenview was renovated before Dandy was even reintroduced—BUT that does not mean he wasn’t.. around, in some shape or form.

The totally-very-secret SW!Dandicus Dancifer Lore… Or at least what I’ve taped together:

What does that mean?: He kind of just watched from a distance, for a while, at least. He never showed himself to the other Toons, and mostly stayed in the lower, more abandoned parts of the Centre. *At first, anyways… This is the past of the AU, but not the far past.*

Blah blah blah… Dandy is caught sneaking around with Astro one day, Vee notices Dandy’s not-very-good “disguise”, and the Toons find out because Vee is a nosey *bot* with a love for yapping with (some specific) other Toons. Also Vee HATED him at that time—as all the Toons knew were rumors on what happened with Dandy. (Most of them were bad)

Shelly, Sprout and Cosmo stayed neutral, kind of ignoring it… But Vee kept pressing them to not ignore it, so they started getting annoyed by her. (Them ignoring her, lead her to become a bit desperate for attention, so she started bothering Shelly and Astro all the more) (Suddenly that “LOOK AT ME” popup has another meaning… ;-;)

Once Astro and Dandy had realized the secret was out, one of the people in charge of the Toons offered to reintroduce Dandy, since it wasn’t very safe to ignore that he’d been wandering unmaintained parts of the Centre… After Astro pushed Dandy a bit, Dandy agreed, and he was reintroduced. The other Toons were told what was found out during investigations and questioning. So basically they (“they” as in, the people working there or whatever) interrogated Dandy, and anyone else they could, to figure out what had happened with ✨Delilah✨ behind the scenes. (In secret, Astro and Shelly were also questioned…)

So yeah they heard Dandy was manipulated (mostly via threats) by Delilah, but most Toons didn’t care for the extra information… Either because they still believed Dandy was the bad guy, or because they believed the opposite to begin with.

For a long time, Dandy stayed closed-off to the other Mains—Aside from Astro, because Astro was actually the one keeping him sane despite the loneliness in the basement lower-parts of the Centre—but a few Toons still went to talk with him. (Those being more the ones neutral about the “controversy”—such as Boxten, Connie, and also Finn.)

So.. with almost everyone hating Dandy, what could have possibly happened to make that change?:

✨CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT!✨ Yippee hurray everything is fine now because Dandy apologized for being horrible—

…Dang, knowing I’m gonna post this makes me nervous… Even though people prob would have stopped reading if they weren’t interested.

Put on Dandy’s theoretically-existent shoes: Everybody hate you, or is scared of you. They go silent when you walk in a room.

You only have one close friend, and this crazy robot girl is getting far too clingy with them. What do you do?

You start pushing back, of course! And who would be the priority target, for being one of the biggest haters? Well yes, Vee, but also; Shrimpo. Now, why Shrimpo? Because the minute he genuinely cares to try and destroy someone, even a Toon as seemingly-‘dumb’ as him can (try) and do a lot of damage. (*COUGH COUGH* Looey and the thumbtacks *COUGH*)

Now, if you’ve read my Sprout RP Blog’s Bio, you may know about the Cloned Toons—or, “Cousins” as the Toons are told to call them. Well, some of those Cloned-Toons also have a fierce hatred for Dandy. One of them, being a Glisten Clone.

Long story short: Dandy gets into a gossip-wars with a Glisten clone trying to ruin each others already nonexistent reputations, while simultaneously trying to avoid being dunked or drowned in weed-killed by Shrimpo.

Humorous comedy for Cartoon characters, nothing that serious, right?.. Wrong. Because Astro catches Dandy trying to flippin’ kidnap both of them on a whim to get “revenge” and gets mad at all of them because the whole thing only stressed Astro out.

Astro turns out to be the one snitching on them, all three of them get in trouble, and Astro locks himself in a room because Toons were gossiping about him and asking him things that they thought were true. (They assumed Astro was a traitor, who helped Dandy in secret, and that’s why he was so quiet… Or that he was helping Dandy by giving him ideas to “take revenge” on the Toons that hated him… Idk smth like that.)

It had gone on for a little over a month before Astro got them in trouble for it.

Afterwards, Astro locked himself in his room. So Dandy ended up becoming roomates with Shelly. (…because he used to be roommate’s with Astro, since the other Mains didn’t want him around them… but with the drama, having him there only stressed Astro out more.)

Also Dandy was grounded for like, a month in the corner of Shelly’s Room, because of the fighting with other Toons.

As for how Shelly felt about this?:

Well surprisingly, while nervous at first, she saw how Pebble (who was staying in her room, even after Dandy had been reintroduced) wasn’t bothered by Dandy, even after what happened. Trusting Pebble’s instincts, she started talking with Dandy sometimes, and convinced him to try and make it up to other Toons once he was ungrounded. (Shelly is also the reason Dandy started journaling more :>)

While it took a while, he started to slowly build trust again with other Toons. He and the Glisten Clone made a silent-agreement to not bother each other, and Shrimpo… Is Shrimpo and didn’t really change that much.

As for Vee?

Dandy used her connection with Brightney to slowly start getting her to at least tolerate his presence. Later, while being maintained, her Handler noticed some programming that was messing up Vee making her overreact a bit to things, and fixed it. THOUGH her extreme reactions weren’t only because of that…

Eventually she started talking with Dandy a bit, rather than having him approach her. After one evening having a long talk in the Greenhouse, she started to be less harsh towards Dandy… From there, even other Toons were surprised by how her view of Dandy changed.

But then… WHAT ABOUT SPROUT SEEDLY?

Well Cosmo was always pretty chill with Dandy, even having given Dandy some ideas to get the other Toons to trust him. Sprout wouldn’t talk much with Dandy for a while, but would encourage him to continue trying to make things right with the other Toons.

It wasn’t until later that he heard from Vee a bit about what really happened with Dandy… He later had his own talk with the flower after hearing about it.

Pretty much, with all the Toons (especially the Mains), one at a time they slowly grew to not be that bothered by him. None of what they saw or heard during that time in the past, was who he really was…

(*Edit: Or was it?)

What about Deli-

HECK NAWH I AINT GETTING INTO HER IVE BEEN WRITING FOR AN HOUR

What about Astroke?

Dandy eventually started slipping letters under his door, talking about things.. how Shelly suggested him to make things right… And Astro one day slipped a letter back under the door when Dandy went to give him one. From there they slowly started having whole conversations through notes, and… Well, the rest is history. Astro eventually started leaving his room again, and surprisingly the other Toons were really happy about that.

HEHEHE YOU’VE READ THIS FAR BETTER FOLLOW MY ACCOUNT LOL… Person that hopefully exists. AHEM ANYWAY-

Friendship! Everything is good and chill now!… They’re friends again, what other problem could possibly exist?…

…Dear reader—this is the tip of the Iceberg. (Please help me I’ve been taken PRISONER BY THIS-

Thank you for reading!

I could write whole stories on these ideas! So many points in Time I could write about!… AHH BUT I DOUBT IF ANYONE WOULD EVEN READ IT!

But hey, the point in writing something you’re passionate about—is for you. Isn’t it? You can share with your friends, share it online, no one has to look at it—heck, maybe that’s for the better—but there’s no point writing if it’s only for someone else.

Again, if anyone sees my ✨echoing into the void,✨ thank you for reading. I hope this gives you ideas for your own works, at the very least! :D

[kittyribcage]

𓉸ྀི intro .ᐟ.ᐟ

hihi, im connie ⸝ cannie, i use she ⸝ he ⸝ they (preferred order), and im new to posting here ^_^

ive been a lurker of the ol shedblr for a loooong while, but ive never actually posted anything on tumblr, ever. so i hope im welcomed into this community .ᐟ.ᐟ

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stats :

height ; 4'11

cw ; 38.7kg

sw ; 36kg

hw ; ??kg (40 i think?)

gw ; 30kg

ugw ; 25kg

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minor btw ^_^

block ⸝ dont report .ᐟ.ᐟ

dni : fatphobia ⸝ ' fätspø '+ antirecovery :P

shedblr plssss int plsplspls begs i need friends ^_^_^_^_^

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my tags .ᐟ.ᐟ

#connies ribage ⸝ #cannie rambles ⸝ #scarred girlfuck .ᐟ.ᐟ

[notquiteaghost]

Your SW tag "a war story is a black space" reminds me of the short story "Schwarzschild Radius" by Connie Willis. Have you read it, or is the similarity a happy coincidence? If you haven't read it, I recommend it, with a caveat that there's pretty heavy discussion of trauma, grief, war, and death (the central thesis of the story is "the [WWI] front is a black hole" so involves discussion of said front)

i haven't! the tag is from a quote from deathless by catherynne m. valente; "I will not let her speak because I love her, and when you love someone, you do not make them tell war stories. A war story is a black space. On the one side is before and on the other side is after, and what is inside belongs only to the dead."

but, for my sins, i haven't read deathless either. n i will absolutely also read schwarzschild radius, thank u for the rec!!

[hiddenwashington]

anonymous said : Hi I’m nervous that if i’m not in the big SW or book fandoms I might not fit in well here…. I’d love to give it a go so mw cartoon characters?

we'd love to have you! shoutout to admin sunny for this great list, but if you're looking for cartoon characters, you could consider-- dipper pines, grunkle stan, grunkle ford, bill cipher, and pacifica northwest from gravity falls; steven universe, garnet amethyst, greg universe, rose quartz, peridot, lapis, bismuth, and connie maheswaran from steven universe; beast boy, robin, cyborg, raven, and star fire from teen titans; adora, catra, entrapta, glimmer, scorpia, and hordak from she-ra and the princesses of power; aang, sokka, suki, mai, ty lee, zuko, bolin, mako, lin beifong, suyin beifong, opal beifong, varrick, and zhu li from avatar: the last airbender/legend of korra; and finn the human, jake the dog, bmo, flame princess, and lumpy space princess from adventure time!

[lilythecattt]

A corridor implies the existence of a mantleidoor and a crustidoor

I’m so funny I swear (I’m not (please show this to Finn (also looey (I love looey (he’s awesome)))))

*Connie dragged Cosmo to show them the joke…

*Finn is first to laugh, which makes Looey laugh, which makes them both- you get it…

[🟡]: “I have no idea what this means!”

[🎣]: “Hahah! me neither!…”

[nahoney22]

Still bitter Connie and Daryl never ended up together

[lunaruprising]

Here are all the kids in the Star Wars AU!!!!

Whose eyes are those tho? 👀

[oh-delphinia]

Characters that give off chaotic bisexual energy

- Sokka (Avatar the Last Airbender)

- Reggie (Julie and the Phantoms )

- Ezra (Star Wars Rebels)

- Connie (Attack on Titan)

- me

[cupcakeshakesnake]

Some Star Wars/Steven Universe crossover (”Gem Wars”) commission work I did in the past week.

More to come soon!

[lilythecaattt]

Bad news: SW!Connie and CWs!Bluudude would get along too well…

Aka “Shelly’s World” = SW — And “Corrupt Worlds!” = CWs…

…The funniest part is that CW can be an abbreviation of “Chemical Warfare”- PFFFTT-