#Shingeki no Kyojin oc

[l3visthighs]

I am absolutely enamored by this beautiful commission by the wonderful milkcupie on Instagram . Seeing these two at peace together after everything they’ve been through brings me so much joy. 💓

∴.·:*¨ ¨*:·. ☙.·:*¨ ¨*:·.♡ .·:*¨ ¨*:·. ❧.·:*¨ ¨*:·.∴

After the war, Ilyana and Levi find solace in their shared passion by opening a bakery named "Kuchel’s." The bakery becomes a cherished place in their community, combining Ilyana's passion for baking and Levi's love for tea.

As time passes, Ilyana and Levi begin to feel a deep longing to start a family. After much deliberation, they decide to become parents. Reflecting on their own experiences as orphans at different points in their lives - they choose to have one child of their own and adopt another. This journey into parenthood fills their lives with joy and purpose as they nurture their growing family.

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Attack on Titan Cheebs

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

In order from top to bottom:

Evelyn Thorburn — @missnobodymadness

Astraea Xiao — @milkteaandanime

Aubrey Raines — @volgeblaft

Taylor "Tay" Schuyler — @wiispywitch

Kristina Qual — @keischreiber

Transparent versions under the cut!

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AOT OCs - Jasper Hyde & Forrest Crawford

Jasper (Left), Forrest (Right) - S1-S3 Designs, they change slightly in S4 FORREST : Forrest Crawford (フォレスト・クロフォード Foresuto Kurofōdo), primarily known under the alias of “The Crow” (”カラス”) or “The Hero of the Walls” (”壁のヒーロー”), is a soldier in the Scout Regiment, who undertook the role of a Hero due to the Public’s beliefs. He was taken in by the 10th Commander of the Scout Regiment, Benjamin Vanderbilt, who was assassinated a few years before the breach of Wall Maria. JASPER : Jasper Hyde (ジャスパー・ハイド Jasupā Haido), is member of the Military Police Regiment. He was a graduate of the 100th Cadet Corps, who was taken in by the 10th Commander of the Scout Regiment, Benjamin Vanderbilt. He was the second face keeping up the "Crow" legend.

Further Information

LORE

Both Jasper and Forrest were born and raised in Calaneth, in Wall Rose. Jasper, the son of a low life criminal and a prostitute, and Forrest, the son of young unknown Scouts who never returned from an expedition, were both taken in and raised by Benjamin Vanderbilt, a former, now retired Commander of the Scout Regiment. He was succeeded by another Commander, before Erwin Smith was granted the position. Forrest was 12 at the time Jasper turned 10, and they never witnessed Titans in person. During the next 2 years, the two boys would be told that Benjamin was murdered. He taught them the basics and theory of ODM Gear, Titans, Blades, etc. However, he also taught them forbidden knowledge about the Titans, and once mentioned, he was soon found dead by the Military Police. 

They joined the 100th Cadet Corps when Forrest was 14 and Jasper was 12. They suspected the MP’s to be the culprits, so they devoted themselves to figuring out the truth behind their mentor's unfortunate murder. Forrest was a talented soldier, and placed 1st in the Top 10. Jasper, with slightly more agility, placed 2nd behind Forrest. While in the Cadet Corps, nearing their Graduation, they were told to help the Scouts protect Shiganshina and help the citizens of the district to escape from a titan attack. Forrest and Jasper saved over 20 families, helping them seek refuge on the boats. The families couldn’t pinpoint who they were, so they settled on the Hero being 1 singular person, who they nicknamed “The Hero of the Walls”. What the two weren't aware of, was that the titan they were dealing with could emit insane amounts of Titan steam, a very very hot substance that could burn through skin immediately.

Forrest, unaware, tried to fight the Colossal, however, he was soon stuck in the steam, from which his face received 3rd degree burns. Jasper pushed him out of the steam, and his entire upper torso and arms were burnt, thankfully only to the 2nd degree. The two slowly recovered, and began wearing bandages around their burns. Forrest lost vision in his left eye, so he completely began covering the left side of his face. He couldn’t be seen as a hero to the kids with what made him look like a complete monster. (Atleast that's what he said to himself, everyone else said he looked fine LMAO)

Once the two men recovered, they decided to make a plan over their chosen Regiments. Jasper, would join the MPs to find out the truth about Sir Vanderbilt’s death, and help civilians during the night to keep up this Hero Persona behind closed doors, and Forrest would join the scouts to be the face of the Hero Persona.  

Forrest was quickly favourited by the higher ups, and usually called up to different squads. He wore a cloth over his face as well, just to be able to hide his identity even more. He wasn’t referred to as Forrest, not by anyone. He wasn’t even referred to using any name until The Crow nickname came to life. By the time the two men were in their 20s, Forrest already had at least 20 Titan kills to his name. Forrest hated Titans. An abnormal amount of hatred. Although he kept it to himself, once Eren Jaeger was found out to be a Titan Shifter, Forrest began distancing himself away from the Superior Officers. His mindset was that Once someone was a Titan, they’d never be human again. Even if they had a human form, he would never consider them human ever again. Jasper wasn't aware of this until the trial in Wall Sina, but he was genuinely supportive of the idea of having a massive titan fight for humanity.

In Season 4, when the Jaegerists took over the walls, and Eren Jaeger started the Rumbling, Jasper was executed after admitting to being The Crow. The Survey Corps watched Jasper get shot by Floch in horror, although the bullet wound is never revealed or shown on screen. (Still debating if he’ll come back or something…) Since that day, Forrest began debating over taking his mask off or not. However, it’d also be a lot easier if he kept the disguise to stay hidden from potential enemies who were aware of his looks. He kept the disguise on until they killed every Jaegerist at the port, from which they sailed to Marley. It was the first time the Survey Corps saw his face, since he kept hidden during the time they were arrested by the Jaegerists. During the final fight against Eren’s founder, in the Paths… for some reason, he’s able to see Jasper, however, he can’t talk to him, and it's not shown if he walks up to him or not. When the others see ghosts of their friends, Forrest doesn’t get to see anything himself.  FUN FACT ABOUT FORRESTS TITAN COUNT : He actually lied about half (or even more) of his kills, especially when he was younger. The majority of the kills he counted for himself belonged to his now dead companions.

[sorthern]

Kevin in the opening?~ I wanted to experiment with complex line work ✨

[musez]

“You were on fire tonight !!”

(pun intended)

No Name hange has been on the mind lately

[pyromaniac-skeleton]

Redoing old screenshot edits are my passion

(The original screenshots do no belong me to, I only edited my OC (V) in and changed the backgrounds accordingly so she would fit.)

[catzeart]

Get to know my OC

Caitlin is the first OC I've ever created and I'm proud of how far she has come, so this my info dumping about her, I hope you enjoy it.

General information:

Backstory:

Caitlin is one of Erwin's childhood friends. Being a few years younger but extremely smart, she got to share some classes with Erwin while they both lived in Wall Rose, still being in touch via letters once their lives parted as they grew up.

Graduated from the Mitras Academy in Wall Sina with honors and special mentions, she is capable to make diagnosis, treatments and surgeries in domestic, wild and farm animals.

She witnessed the death of her noble fiance in hands of a titan a month before their wedding while they were in a business trip in Shingashina, where she was born and lived her first years.

She joined and worked as an Equine Veterinarian in the Survey Corps right after the fall of Wall Maria, by Erwin's suggestion, becoming a full Scout only after going through the Training Corps, but still not being very skilled in physical fights.

Her brains compensate her lack of physical strength, though she has a very good aim with shooting weapons.

She's a Team Leader, in charge of other Equine Veterinarians in a daily routine but also during expeditions. She's also part of the Survey Corps science team.

Personality:

Hardworking, logical, realistic, future-oriented, extremely smart, cold, distant, calculative, way too straight forward (can come across as mean or rude), independent, stubborn, perfectionist. Won't hesitate on lying, torturing or killing someone for a greater good. . . or her own good.

Has a soft spot for animals and for people who can really see through her cold demeanor, it takes time but only then she is very caring, overprotective, loving, possessive and even clingy.

Relationships:

Erwin: He's her childhood best friend, they grew up together creating a sibling-like bond. They even shared the same dream about finding the truth about what's beyond the walls, influenced by Erwin's father's ideals.

Erwin trusted Caitlin to be the commander after his death, so she made her best on continuing his legacy, making a lot of mistakes in the process by having the power finally going to her head.

Hange: They were both in the science team and spent a lot of time together doing research. They could talk for hours without getting tired, though Hange is the one who talks the most.

After deciding to stay in Marley, she quit on her duty of being the commander, choosing Hange to be her successor.

Petra: Caitlin was aware of Petra's crush on the Captain but Petra also noticed that Levi saw Caitlin in a different light, telling Caitlin that, if anything happened, she would love to see Caitlin giving him a chance, though Caitlin was too focused on her work and not interested in romance to believe in her words, only starting to think about it after her death.

The 104th cadets: Caitlin doesn't like kids, yet most of the cadets ended looking up to her as a superior but also a mother figure who was there to listen and give them advice, maybe not always in the best way but her words still worked out.

Levi: Him and Caitlin DID NOT get along, at all, for years. . . They're both stubborn, have sharp tongues and get easily annoyed so one bad move from Levi condemned him into getting the same treatment from Caitlin.

After their first encounter with the Female Titan, they started bonding. Levi having his ankle sprung made him spend more time in the headquarters and being paired with Caitlin to be sent in meetings with the other regiments.

Levi is the one that kept Caitlin in touch with her "human" side, helping her to be a better person. She, in return, gave him the love he never received before, putting him in first place, constantly checking and listening him while both learning how to love due to their past experiences.

Eren: He was one of the closest to Caitlin from the 104th, they got even closer by the time Eren stayed in Marley, because Caitlin also stayed to help him with his plan, dyeing her hair blonde, wearing fake glasses and infiltrating as a Marleyan Nurse thanks to her medical knowledge.

This is a general post about my OC but I still have way more to share, so I'll try to keep you updated here ✨

[astro-line]

I finally managed to have energy to do something other than small sketches on the corner of a piece of paper 🤪

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[bubble-dream-inc]

hiiiiiiii i've been painting my aot oc after 10 months of not drawing and a few years since i created her. she is my (30 yo) baby and her name is leonie. i have no idea if her hair makes sense in canon but i kinda dont care!

[saeniia]

2013 vs 2023

Back in 2013 I was very obsessed with Attack on Titan and as past me did with every media piece she was obsessed with, she made an OC.

And 10 years later I started to watch the rest of AoT and wanted to make my past me proud with this redraw.

[rykiioudreams]

[AOT OC] "Louna's character sheet" 💚✨

It's finally here ! I loved creating it, it allowed me to write her story on the side and let you know a little more about her 💞

Enjoy (*/ω＼*)

[mochi-grimm]

I felt like playing around with some brushes I had and ended up drawing my fave Irish Latina full of piss and vinegar, @catskze 's OC Caitlin. And I now subsequently learned some useful swears in Spanish

(づ￣ ³￣)づ

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Waiting on The Sun

You are my sunshine,

My only sunshine.

You make me happy when skies are gray.

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

Please don't take my sunshine away...

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

Pairing: Reiner Braun x Ghislaine Lazarus (oc)

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

Word count: 3.6k

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

Borders by @saradika

Shine your love, show your light,

Pull me out from the endless night.

Take my hate, take my fight

Take away all the pain I hide...

/ / /

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

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

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

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

“Is this some kind of trick?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh?” Eren questioned.

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

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

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

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

“And what would you ask of me?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Very funny,” he said sharply. 

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

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

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

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

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

“So where do we go from here?”

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

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

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

“Of course.”

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

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

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

“How many walked away?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

/ / / 

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

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

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

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

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

Reiner… Reiner!

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

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

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

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

“Reiner?”

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

“Reiner?” 

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

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

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

“Ghilly!”

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

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

“Are you alright?”

“Forget about me, are you alright?”

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

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

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

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

“Ghislaine. Relax. Please.”

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

“Ghilly, your glasses are broken.”

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

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

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

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

“Reiner – ”

“Come here.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Promise?

“I promise.”

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

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

[mercurialstorm]

ᴵⁿᵈᵉᵖᵉⁿᵈᵉⁿᵗ ˢʰⁱⁿᵍᵉᵏⁱ ⁿᵒ ᴷʸᵒʲⁱⁿ ᵒʳⁱᵍⁱⁿᵃˡ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳ ᵇˡᵒᵍ

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🄰 study on grief,

post-war trauma, classism, inner conflict, bad father figures,

girlhood, implications of religious trauma, hoarding feelings and to be lit from within.

  carrd. prompts and ice breakers.  aes and studies. pinboard.

[sorthern]

(not canon for Kevin's story) just a little au thing I wanted to experiment with mappa style!!

[pyromaniac-skeleton]

I feel like I gotta redo my gal’s ref everytime my art improves- so here she is again, even if I hardly post about AoT here anymore. 🧍🏻‍♀️