#Shigeki no Kyojin

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⠀⠀♥︎ ≀ levi ackerman (attack on titan) icons !!

[firel-yy]

[lucysarah-c]

Why the idea of Farlan and Levi as roommates is so hilarious to me? I feel Farlan wasn't even close to being intimidated by him or anything. I imagine they moved in together when they were very young; in my head, Farlan is older than Levi by two years, so perhaps 18-20.

Farlan is just that cocky. They moved in together with plans of "making it big," like when you move in with a friend, both daydreaming of becoming stars in New York. He didn't know about Levi's obsession with cleaning, or at least not that it was THAT bad until they shared a roof. Farlan is talking to someone and would bluntly say, "I need to go back home and mop because otherwise my wifey would kill me." "STOP TELLING PEOPLE I'M YOUR WIFE," Levi retorts.

Or Levi arriving home, realizing the door is locked, and starts to insist. "I'm busy, Levi!" Farlan would reply, but it's obvious Farlan has a girl over, and Levi would simply say, "Farlan, open the door! I was out all day for fuck's sake!… I want to take a shit!"

My best mental image is both of them sitting down around an old pot under a roof leak collecting water (a luxury in the underground) so they can cook noodles. "How many do we have?" "We have a handful of each…" and they have to cook all different types of pasta together because they are so broke. They are just so chaotic.

100% Levi is the roommate who says, "WHAT WILL YOU DO THE DAY I LEAVE THIS HOUSE!?" with full mother rage.

[ddaenig]

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[kywaslost]

I Know Your Pain - Levi Ackerman

A/N: I started writing this a long time ago when I was working through writing for everyone on my masterlist, before my inbox was flooded with requests. I hope this turned out alright. And for the person who sent in a Levi request months ago, I promise I haven’t deleted it yet. I just want to finish the show before I get around to your request. I’m sorry for the long wait. I hope this is something, though.

Warnings: Loss of a loved one, vomiting

Just because you weren’t a part of Levi’s squad doesn’t mean he doesn’t know who you are. You worked with Hange, and her squad always worked with Levi’s, so he was aware of your presence. In fact, you were one of the few people he’d willingly eat with, or spend his free time with. You got your work done in a timely manner and your presence wasn’t unbearable. You were quiet but could carry a conversation.

You usually spent the evenings with Levi in his office. You always claimed that your roommates were too loud, and Hange’s constant movements and outbursts stressed you out, so you asked Levi if you could work in his office.

So when you didn’t show up one night after an expedition with Hange’s squad, Levi was slightly concerned. Were you hurt and in the infirmary? He hoped not, he’d taken a liking to you and didn’t want to see you injured. Where you dead? God, you better not be. He’d kill you himself if you were. He didn’t want to keep thinking these terrible thoughts, so he went to ask Hange himself.

“Four eyes!” Ah, yes, his go-to greeting. “Where’s Y/N? I have work for them to do.”

Hange slowly lifted her head from her hands, eyes drooped low. Now Levi knew something was wrong. His best friend was never this quiet. Were you really dead? No, you were too strong of a soldier to have died out there.

Hange cleared her throat, then wiped at her eyes. “I don’t know. I gave her the rest of the week off.”

Levi’s jaw tensed. “The rest of the week? It’s only Monday!” His voice was rough. He hoped it covered up his worry.

“Considering their best friend just died only a few hours ago, I think they’ll need the week to recover and grieve.”

So someone did die. Levi took a deep breath, relieved that you were at least alive. “Oh, I see.” The man turned to the door and stepped out of the room. “I will leave them be, then.” That was a lie. Levi was now on the hunt, looking everywhere for you.

Your bedroom was empty. You weren’t in the kitchen, library, or with the other cadets. You were nowhere to be found. Not even Erwin knew where you were. Levi was at a loss. As he walked through the corridors, he listened to the rain as it poured outside. Surely you weren’t out there.

“Captain!” Levi turned around, watching as a cadet ran towards him.

Levi raised an eyebrow. “What is it, cadet?”

The man running slowed to a stop. He took a deep breath. “There’s someone outside.”

“And why does this concern me?” Levi was growing agitated. He had more pressing matters than someone standing out in the rain. That was their choice, therefore it wasn’t his problem.

“I think it’s one of Hange’s squad members,” the cadet spoke. “I wouldn’t say anything if I didn’t think something was wrong, sir. But they’ve been out there ever since their squad returned.”

“Where?” Levi’s voice was stern now.

“Out by the stables-”

Levi didn’t let the boy finish, taking off running towards the stables. That had to have been you out there. Where else could you have been? But how long have you been out there? Hange returned to her office at least 3 hours ago. Levi had seen her walk down the hall and past his office. So you had to have been out there for hours now at least.

When the door to the outside opened, Levi was immediately stung with hard, monstrous rain drops. It was raining so hard he could barely see. Running off in the direction of the stables, Levi almost slipped and fell several times due to all of the mud. He cursed the weather as he kept running.

Soon enough, Levi could see the silhouette of a stray horse standing out in the rain. As he got closer he could see someone sat upon the horse.

“Easy,” he said, slowing to a walk when he neared the horse. He put his hand on the horse’s behind, petting the creature as he walked to the saddle. He looked up to see you sat still, looking down to your hands. They had remnants of blood left on them, the rest having been washed off by the rain. The scout’s regime’s symbol was gripped tightly in your hands. It must have belonged to your friend.

“Y/N,” Levi said softly. “Come inside.” He received no response. He wasn’t even sure you had even heard him. He sighed, then reached for the lead of your horse, slowly leading it inside of the barn and out of the rain. He brought it into its stable and stepped up on a small set of stairs to be eye level with you. The sight hurt him. You were absolutely drenched, clothes clinging to you in any way they could. Your skin was pale but your eyes were a vibrant red. Levi was sure you were going to get sick.

“Come on,” he soothed, placing a warm hand against your cool arm. He pulled gently, sliding you off of your horse partially. He guided you down, catching you when you stumbled as your feet hit the ground. “I’ve got you, you’re alright.” He gently tugged you towards the entrance of the barn when a gut-wrenching sob escaped your lips. Then you screamed, falling limp and landing on your knees on the ground.

Levi quickly fell beside you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you tightly against his chest. “Shhh,” he whispered. “It’s ok. You’re alright.” He rocked you slowly as he let you sob into his scouting cloak. He knew how much pain you were in. How it felt to lose your best friend. And so he lets you scream and cry for as long as you need. Or, until you began to gag, choking on your own sobs. You pushed yourself away from Levi, moved a few feet away from him, and then turned your head to throw up.

When you were finished, Levi slowly placed a hand on your back to make sure you were alright. “Let’s go inside. We need to get you warmed up.” He gently slid an arm under your knees and one behind your back, pulling you to him as he stood.

He took you to his office first. There was a much smaller chance that anyone would see you like this, and he has better control of your surroundings when in his office. He sat you down in a chair across from his desk. When he pulled back to walk away, he noticed how you still hadn’t let go of your friend’s patch. “I’ll be back, I promise.” He placed a hand on your head for a moment before leaving.

Levi stepped into his bathroom. He crouched down at the sink and pulled out a clean towel. On his way back to you he set a pot of water to warm up for you. Some tea and soup would do you well. Then he made his way to kneel in front of you. “I’m going to dry you off, alright?” he said quietly. “We’ll get you into some dry clothes and then under some blankets, yeah?”

He started with your face, softly wiping away the tears and raindrops that stained your face. The towel moved from your face up to your hair where Levi patted it as dry as he could. You looked like a disaster. There were remnants of blood all over your body, and Levi hoped to God that it wasn’t your blood. You looked as pale as the reports on his desk, yet your eyes were bloodshot a deep red color.

Your captain tried as best he could to get the rest of you dry but you had been in the rain so long that your clothes could be considered ruined. There was nothing he could do to save them. His silver eyes met your (e/c) ones and his gaze softened. “We’re going to get you taken care of,” he promised. Then he stood, draping the now damp towel over his shoulder. “Stay here.” He wasn’t sure you’d be able to go anywhere in this state, but he needed something to fill the silence.

“I’m going to get you a change of clothes. I promise, you won’t be left alone for long.”

Levi made his way back to Hange’s office, hoping the scientist was still awake. Stepping into the room, he saw her just where she was last time he had come into her office.

“What do you want now, Levi?” she grumbled quietly, quickly sparing the man a glimpse before laying her head back down on her desk. “I’d like to be left alone.”

“I know, but I found Y/N,” he said softly. “They aren’t in a good state. They’ve been out in the rain ever since your squad returned.” He sighed, then continued. “I was wondering if you had any clothes that could fit her, or if she left any spare clothes in here.”

Hange slowly lifted herself from her desk and over to a cabinet, pulling out a folded outfit. She handed it to Levi. “These are their spare overnight clothes, for when they’re in the lab overnight or they’re too tired to go home.” She sighed tiredly. Hange looked almost as worn down as you, except she was much more functional than you were at the moment. “Good night, Levi. And make sure Y/N sees a medic. I’m not sure they’ve had their check-up yet.”

Levi bid his friend good night and made his way back to his office. He prayed you were alright still. This small trip took longer than he’d expected.

You were still slumped in the chair Levi had left you in. You were trembling now, and it sounded like you had stopped crying. Levi kneeled down in front of you, placing a hand on your knee to try and grab your attention. “Y/N,” he said softly, turning his head ever so slightly to meet your distant gaze. “I’ve returned with some dry clothes for you to change into while I start a fire.”

You didn’t move. You didn’t even acknowledge him. Levi was beginning to worry even more. You’ve been unresponsive for a while now. He hoped changing your clothes and your environment would help you feel better

“I can help you, if you'd like,” Levi offered, and when he still didn’t receive a response he placed the dry clothes on the floor behind him. His warm hands gently undone your cloak, hanging it on the side of the chair next to you. Next was your jacket, except you refused to let go of the wings of freedom you had clutched in your hands.

Levi slowly attempted to take the torn fabric from you. “I’ll give it back, I promise. Just let me help you change, then you can do whatever you want with it.”

You responded this time, only with a short nod as you loosened your grip on the wings of freedom, letting Levi set it to the side yet still in your sight. He peeled your jacket down your arms and set it on top of your cloak. His fingertips brushed over your hips as he pulled your shirt over your shoulders and arms, adding it to the pile of wet clothes. Your socks, shoes, and pants eventually made their way off as well, leaving you in your underclothes.

Levi took this time to look over you for any injuries. Usually one would be nervous, sitting undressed in front of their captain like this. Except Levi had performed routine exams after expeditions several times in your presence, sometimes even on you, so you thought nothing of it. There was a huge bruise forming across your back, but that seemed to be the worst of your injuries. You had a few cuts and scrapes here and there but nothing that required medical attention.

Levi carefully dressed you, pulling your night-shirt over your head and then guiding your legs through your lounge pants. Sticking to his word, he handed you the last remains of your friend’s uniform before making his way over to the fireplace. Sticking a few logs into the heated coals, he pushed the fire to grow, warming up the room even more. Then he moved over to the tea pot, pouting you a cup of tea as well as himself. Levi picked you up, carefully moving you over to the small sofa in front of the fireplace, sitting beside you. He handed you your tea, and the two of you sat in silence.

Later in the night, when you had finally warmed up and began to move a bit more, Levi instructed you to sit between his legs as he tried running a hairbrush through your ratted hair. You appreciated the personal attention, letting your captain do things you could not currently do on your own. His soft hands ran through your hair, trailing the brush as it smoothed out all of the rats and tangles.

It was going to be a rough next few days, weeks, maybe even months for you, but Levi would always be there to pick you up when you could no longer move on your own.

[ouchthathurts]

❝ 𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍 ❞

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐬) ⋮ Hange Zoë x GN! Reader 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ⋮ 726 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ⋮ In your final moments you’re lost in the beauty that was your partner. 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬 ⋮ SPOILERS FOR AO2 | Second-Person POV | Genderfluid They/Them Hange (obvi) | Fluff with a sad ending | Character Death | Not Checked because I’m silly 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 ⋮ i NEEDED to write about HANGE or I was going to physically collapse

You were launched into a battle with no chance of survival, the odds stacked against you all there was only one hope that had always illuminated through the darkest of days. Hange Zoe, grace and effortless confidence that left you in a puddles in their mere presence. As you looked back on your comrades that you had been around for what felt like eons there was someone who pulled you into the future that awaited you.

In that path stood someone so magnificent that you couldn’t ever fathom the idea of them even noticing you, in their graceful ways of speaking to the intellect that sparked your curiosity in them, you were always lost in the beauty before you that had taken you by storm. A call of your name is what made you turn your head, that tone of voice and that same smile that had indented the lines on their cheeks had made your heart wince at the future of never being able to grow older with them.

Maybe in another reality.

In this one, however, you knew had no way of providing real happy and justified ending in the eyes of many, yet this ending was one you had hoped for the least in those moments you’ve spent with the one and only love of your life. Once you both finished your goodbyes you both rushed into battle, obviously, Hange was still lost in admiration in sight of the Titans, you had to call them and get their attention.

“It’s like you love them more than me, Hange!”

The laugh that left them was boisterous, one you heard more than a million of times in your dreams that lovingly tugged on your lips and cupped your cheeks with a warmth to make your heart flutter. “Who knows! Maybe I do!” You playfully roll your eyes at such behavior. “So you would rather live on with them?”

There was something Hange had that no one else could ever fathom, they thought you were insane for such a gaze to have made you feel enveloped into the warmest hug, the way their eyes landed on you and the softness in their voice that cradled you as if you were fresh out of the womb.

“There is no living without you, my dear.”

You two were quickly launching yourselves into battle, using your thunder spears to take down many of the titans and moving with the an urgency to make sure your comrades had enough tim to fully escape from such a site. In that fight your intentions never faltered, neither did Hange’s, as you two threw yourselves into battle even releasing your blades to gather more time for them.

There was something that awaited you in this mission, as you sliced through one of the Titan’s you found the heat becoming one that struck your harshly with the flames lapping at your back like a whip. You wince, you feel this urge to fall from the pain but, as you watch your lover zip through the sky with the grace of a swan your heart pounds violently as you quickly pull yourself together and head over to another Titan.

Exhaustion becomes never ending, you find yourself lost in a joyful look on Hange’s face as you watch the flying boat began to prepare for lift off. Your heart finds itself tight, the tears prickle your face from the pain of the fire on your clothes and the grief stricken feeling deep down that tolls a bell.

You find yourself a bit lost in it all, delirium before something is slammed into you, tight arms wrapping around you with the smell of burning flesh alongside it that you instinctively latch onto. The charred corpse of your lover in your arm is one that eats you alive, yet, there is something calm and peaceful about what awaits you after this.

In all the late night laughs and kisses, there is something you whisper in Hange’s ear that you hope they hear before the two of you depart as one. You feel your skin bubble, your body begins to try and fight back against the pain, you find yourself pulling your chin to the left side of Hange’s head with the flame now consuming you alongside her.

There is only one phrase you utter,

“I love you, Hange."

©ouchthathurts please don't translate, claim as yours, redistribute and/or plagiarize in any way. likes, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated!

[niwow-s]

What? Levi’s monologue in Ch. 136 AOT

Posting crazy AOT working theories on the art blog b/c I draw so slow.. haha. 

Call me a delusional shipper or whatever but.. what if Levi was saying he didn’t regret choosing Armin over Erwin because Armin’s eyes embodies the “sense of idealistic hope and wonder of what’s out there”. Just like survey corps and...just like Hange’s eye(s). ;)

There’s a frame of Levi telling Erwin to give up on his (arguably dead end) dream. One of Armin excitedly talking about his dreams to see the ocean with his friends and a similar scene of Hange excitedly talking among the survey corps.  

Armin and Hange take on similar roles in their respective group in those two frames and in the next frames they’re in... their face are similarly filled with sparkly eyes. :D. Erwin is there too with a different face ‘-’.

There’s also this scene of when the survey corps visited Marley for the first time.

(It’s Levi staring at Hange staring at Survey Corps’ next mission with Armin staring too.)

So perhaps part of Levi’s monologue is about his feelings towards Hange. He grips his sword using the hand he Shinzo Wo Sasageyo Hange with, “I didn’t pick Erwin and I don’t regret it because-

[siredcrab]

[ghostja]

Eren Jaeger and his will

The anime has finally ended, and some may be unsatisfied with Eren's explanation of why he needed to carry out the Rumbling. His reasoning was that he simply did not know. While this may seem illogical, it is quite fitting. It perfectly represents how people are not always logical. There is a quote from Arthur Schopenhauer that helps further explain Eren,

"Man can do what he wills but he cannot will what he wills"

-Arthur Schopenhauer

The quote helps show how Eren can do what he wants(obtain freedom) but can not control what he wants(why he wants freedom).

The manga panels show that Eren does not fully understand himself or why he desperately wishes to have this kind of freedom. You also see how he wishes to be with Mikasa but can not put his idea of freedom aside for her. In this situation, he is free to choose to be with Mikasa, but he cannot control his will of freedom.

I can apply the Schopenhauer quote to my own life. When someone asks me, "What's your favorite color?" I know what my favorite color is, but there is no reasoning behind it. I just like it because I do. I can also apply it to my hobbies. There is not a deep meaning behind why I enjoy my hobbies. I just like them because I like them. Sometimes what you like or what you want has no deep meaning behind it.

[wizzidoodles]

It hurt to see this today…

[ne597716]

[firel-yy]

[14846]

Chapter 2: Tavern

Nobody had an idea where their large friend had vanished off to. Ironic how, anywhere he went, he seemed to pop out of any crowd like a sore-thumb. Now nobody could see the blonde. 

He was in a tavern.

The candles were flickering in the dim, wooded open-planned room. It seemed that despite all the technological upgrades since coming in contact with the outside world, some businesses did not bother (or perhaps were not able) to afford electrical lights. There were vague popping noises still grumbling into the foundation of the buildings centering around the celebration, but luckily they seemed to be more muffled in this direct, tucked-away vicinity. 

This must’ve been the lady’s tavern, no doubt. That, or it was her family’s. The blonde’s eyes hadn’t left the small table she had crammed him into, and he barely had more than just a single sip from the mug of tea she had made for him. He was still obviously so shaken up. The tea must’ve been cold, she added in thought. 

“I know who you are,” she said quietly. The whole world did. She was sitting at a neighboring table, having found herself drying off some mugs that had been previously washed. She had managed to make a whole set-up for herself, a rag displayed over the wooden framed surface with empty cups alike face down onto it. To him, this must’ve happened in no time at all. 

A few minutes of silence. He had simmered down a bit, and for some reason when he was graced with her voice he seemed to relax a little. His arm levered down the mug slowly, only stopping once he felt and heard the clink of the china against the counter. His eyes rolled from looking down, and his hooded eyelids raised to reveal that he was now finally making eye-contact with her. Briefly. He occupied his gaze back toward his mug as if he found it more attractive. The both of them remained placid. “Thank you, Janette,” the soldier spoke quietly to share his gratitude. Adding her name to it was just the cherry on top.

The brunette shook her head, her hand moving yet another glass from the wet pile to the dry, toweled pile. “I can imagine how hard it was- for any soldier,” she soothed. Her hands met at another wet glass and she began to dry it out of any leftover water droplets. “I respect any soul who took that vow.” The blonde heard the brunette’s chair scraping against the floor, and soon after there was a shadow imposing over his frame and a pair of hands to boot to take the mug from the table. “I’ll heat this up.” So he had been here for a while, he thought.

She felt pity for him. “Wait, don’t,” his voice curtled in his throat. The man who was crouched into the table extended out his hand to take the mug. “I don’t mind cold tea,” he added after clearing his throat. Truth is, he usually liked warm beverages to remain warm, but in a fit of petty, he could not afford for someone else to feel sorry for him. Janette’s eyebrow raised curtly, and she handed the man his claimed mug back. Well that made things infinitely more awkward. Now he wished she would’ve just heated it up for him, because every time he took a sip there was a visible, slight wince to his expression that did not need anyone to expound on. He was suffering. Rough night, right? The dark-haired girl popped herself back into her seat and continued her work, and after a muted 10 minutes, she began to speak again.

“You’re welcome to leave when the fireworks end.” “I was planning on it, thank you,” shit. That sounded rude.  “Right,” her eyebrows raised to herself as she wiped a few more droplets out from a glass. “In that case, it was very nice to meet you. I won’t tell anybody about what happened, alright?”  “Thanks..”

— 

The fireworks did not end. He was fine enough by now to hold his own without fearing for his life, that is, within the building. Janette’s make-shift cleaning table was long emptied, and she had occupied herself with a few late-night customers who had waded in to get away from the crowd. Reiner had not even drank halfway through his mug of tea all this time, and he was starting to feel a tad bit too awkward for his own taste. If only he had handled this situation better, he thought, maybe he could’ve been less embarrassed. 

He felt his nerves tingle, and without thought he scooted his chair back and felt his boots clunk against the floorboards. His feet were sore as his weight bore down against his leather-boot soles, and a slight adjustment of discomfort was all he could do as he approached his evening savior. A rumble in the foundation, again, and he found himself pausing stiffly against a wooden post. That didn’t help much, because it just reverberated the vibrations into his body now. A sharp inhale, and a leg extending out to continue the mission seemed all a bit robotic as he went over to the woman who took him here in the first place. 

She hadn’t even noticed his approach. Nobody had. The evening visitors were regulars and having a good laugh until the large blonde stuck out like a sore thumb between the group of them. The woman eyed the man in curiosity before she walked from behind the bar-tending counter and toward him. She guided him a few feet back as if to make it a more private endeavor, the man complying without any look of complaint in his eyes.

“We have an extra room upstairs if you need a place to sleep tonight,” she offered. “I don’t know if that’ll help-”

“My room is downstairs, it’ll mute any noise better than any place you’ll find,” she interrupted. Her voice was a bit urgent, but her body language spoke in the exact opposite way. She seemed genuine. It caught the man off guard, and he shook his head carefully. He wasn’t some soldier about to take up and quarter in a home that was not his. He raised a hand up as if to object, his mouth even opening before she spoke again. “You have nothing to owe me for this. I’ll sleep upstairs.”

Would his friends worry about him? No.. Not as long as he showed up bright and early to their meeting with the council. “Thank you..”

The brunette mouthed something muted to her customers as she guided the brawny man to a far corner and down a secluded staircase. What was she saying to those people? Words of pity, he ruminated. Suddenly he felt his chest tighten, and the layers of clothes felt more like heavy weights bearing down against his body. They reached the bottom, and despite the fear of it being pitch black, he kept his arms taut around himself. 

“Janette..” “Yes?” The dark-haired woman replied as she stood up straight. Ah, he could see. She had lit up a lantern by her nightstand and had been crouched for easier access. “I don’t need this pity, really..” Was pity the best word he could find?  “You’re not getting any special treatment for saving the world.” Was that sarcasm? He felt his cheeks turn a color of pink. “That’s not what I was implying-” “Good. There’s a bathroom to your right.” She didn’t even give him a second glance. Had he done something wrong? Of course he did..

She was gone without even another moment to spare. She left the soldier standing.

[themastermarkus]

Looking for people to talk about Attack on Titan with.

MUST BE:

- Left wing politically, or at the very least not right-wing.

- LGBTQ+ or an ally.

- 18+, because I'm very unused to censoring myself and discussion of ships includes the possibility of being sex-related at some point.

BEST FIT:

- Particularly interested in any/all of the following:

Erwin/Levi

Reiner/Bertholdt

Levi as a trans man (or genderqueer in some way) as a headcanon.

- Critical of the writing in series as a whole, including the ending.

- Willing to listen to me bounce fic ideas off of them (I expect this to be reciprocal, if you also want to do that sort of thing).

Please DM if you're interested!

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