#aot ch 119

[me-inferences]

Instant Karma

[phantasia69]

When this scene gets animated I’m simply going to pass away ∼

It’s ok Isayama, I didn’t need a heart anyways. 

[my-fav-snk]

Armin and Mikasa fighting together is something I never knew I wanted

[slaughterofinnocence]

So.... Eren, huh? Absolute mad lad!

Oh and from other news (or lack of), somewhere in a nice cottage with a nice view... Historia is still preggo, rocking in that chair... with bedsores (probably).

Like honestly, what’s up with ma gyrl? Is she fine? Healthy? Does she eat well? Sleeps enough? Is the baby fine? When she’s due? 10 years? More or less? Will the baby be born as an adult already? Just being curious... not that WE NEED TO KNOW or anything...

[mylopm]

armin and mikasa in action

[hwuicl]

Snk spoilers

Honestly it will be a true plot twist if eren does die in the next chapter

[venomlion3]

Shiptober 2019 #14 - AoT/SnK

AND WE'RE BACK

I took a day off from schoolwork to catch up on entries 14-16 so I'll be posting those today!!

Gallirei fits the 'rivals to lovers' trope pretty well, which is another ship trope I adore. Porco always had a rough relationship with Reiner; picking on him in childhood and being rude towards him as an adult even though Reiner always remained friendly towards him. So, as I always tend to do in situations like this, I feel like deep down he had a crush on Reiner and denied that through his actions, resulting in situations like the picture above (Reiner nodded off and ended up leaning on Porco so he's having a crisis as we speak). I especially like to think that's true considering he sacrificed himself to save Reiner in Ch 119, but HEY what do I know I'm just gay

They did actually date for a while in VV long before getting with their current partners, and Marcel probably played a part in getting them together considering how his brother is :> I just know Porco would be the type to say stuff like "I don't like you idiot but if you let go of my hand I WILL kill you"

Previous Entry: https://venomlion3.tumblr.com/post/188329878649/shiptober-2019-13-it-hey-all-before-i-talk Next Entry: https://venomlion3.tumblr.com/post/188391874779/shiptober-2019-15-aotsnkmore-rarepairs-that

[hanjiapproves8d]

This hit me in a bad way after ch.119

[mylifeisironic]

Let's hope that when Eren grows his head back, he'll grow some ass too lmao

[fadinggalaxystudent-universe]

WTF WAS THAT?!?!?!?! WTF????!?!?!?!?!

[warm-starlight]

Ok am i seeing things or...

What the fuck is that shape? Looks like it has a face of a titan shifter and smiling in a devilish way. Lol

I'm probably seeing things....

[me-inferences]

Welp if I didn't have reasons to hate gabi now I do...

[bokebelle]

𝐚 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 — 𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐨 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐝

PAIRING: porco galliard x gn!reader

TW/CW: aot ep. 3/ch. 119 spoilers, canon divergent, angst, grieving, death

WORDCOUNT: 1.3k

A/N: look I haven't even watched the episode...my heart isnt ready but I've been dreading it since the manga and this is how I'm coping. also I just typed and went along with it so yeah, and this isnt proofread

Anyway I love pock, and comments and reblogs are appreciated ♡

You sit on your bed as the streets of Marley come alive outside your four walls, teeming with life and the bustle of mundane life muffled by your windows.

A long-forgotten letter lays by your feet, its contents and technical jargon meaning nothing but a jumble that mean nothing to you, save for seven words:

Name: Porco Galliard (jaw titan)

Status: Deceased

Somewhere in Marley, in a house you had learned to call home too, a mother's heart breaks of her only living son and a father falls to his knees, holding onto his wife, knowing they have nothing left of their boys except memories of their youth and the honor bestowed upon them by the land.

The sun beams onto the features of your face, yet you only register how icy your fingertips feel.

A lump starts to form in your throat as you feel the weight of the words sink into your chest.

It's suffocating. It's as if the blank ink on the discarded parchment hand seeped into your skin, knocking the wind from your lungs and draining the blood from your face until you no longer felt human.

You quickly stand, though a bit wobbly on your knees, and pace around the room, eyes focusing on anything, even a single speck of dust on the floor, to get your mind off those 6 haunting words.

Your eyes roam your bare walls, they skim over your freshly made bed. They purposely avoid the letter that still lay on the floor until they land on a green jacket, a little worn from use but missing its stable red band, carefully slung on the back of your study table's chair.

You gasp sharply, and it's that sudden intake of breath that lets you know you're still alive.

Your body moves before you even have time to think, your limbs instinctively gravitating towards that one article of clothing that seems to blend perfectly into your home.

You trip over your own feet in haste, almost pushing over your study table.

Your breathing is heavy, your blood buzzing in your veins, yet your thoughts remain empty as you carefully pick the jacket up.

The moment your fingertips graze the collar of the jacket, the cloth cool against your fingertips, all the air leaves your body as those seven words etched on paper somehow echo loudly in your mind and ring in your ears for what feels like forever until all of a sudden, in just a split second, you break.

Your knees buckle and you feel yourself fall harshly against the unforgiving wooden floors. You don’t register the pain from your knees, how could you when the pain of your heart slowly crumbling down is all you can bring yourself to bear.

He’s gone

Hot and bitter tears stream down your face as anguished cries rip from your throat and fill the room.

“He was just here” you think, your mind going back to the last time you saw Porco. It was just a few weeks ago. He was in a rush, suddenly showing up at your doorstep before urgently explaining in hushed whispers how this mission seemed to be their most important mission yet.

He couldn’t stay as long as he would’ve liked, but he left you with a kiss and a promise he’d be back.

“Keep my jacket warm for me” he had mumbled against the skin of your forehead as he cradled your head tenderly. “I’m gonna want it back when I come home.”

You remember the apprehension in his eyes he had learned to mask as confidence over the years. You remember the bright and cocky smile on his face, the way he leaned into your touch as you card your fingers through his coiffed hair, placing one last kiss on his lips before he left.

You watched him walk down the street, his retreating figure growing smaller and smaller until he disappeared.

He would never jog back up your street, not bothering to knock before he calls out your name, his voice booming throughout your small apartment. He would never insist your bed was too small, he loved pulling you close despite there being more than enough room for two, promising to get you an even bigger bed in your own house one day. He would never lay with you in the dead of the night, hushed voices talking about the future you both had dreamed, oblivious towards the looming truth of his remaining years.

Porco was gone, and he was never coming back.

He walked out the door, doomed never to return, taking with him the dreams you two shared, the only thing he could promise you.

You clutch the soft and worn fabric of the jacket against your chest, your throat growing raw as your grief-stricken cries grow louder and louder until they completely drown out the world outside, the smell of your perfume, and the faintest trace of his scent fill your nostrils.

The memory plays in your mind, and your heart, in its broken and defeated grief, hopelessly longs to relive it endlessly.

"This is my favorite," Porco had told you, tugging the jacket over your shoulders before smirking at how it had seemed to engulf your whole figure. "You borrow it too much, andt smells like you. So don't you dare take it off, otherwise I won't like it anymore."

Damn you, pock. It smells like me. I wished it smelled like you instead.

Marley carried on, occupied with their own routine day, yet not more than a wall away you deal with the pain of heartbreak and the woes of grief. The world carried on, yet time in your room stood still. You were crying for an explanation for this sick and cruel joke, you were crying out for Porco, your heart wailing for its other half, yet despite the busy streets down below, no one could hear you, and no one would care if they did.

You’re alone now.

You knew it was inevitable when you entered a relationship with one of Marley’s beloved warriors. They had offered him honor in exchange for his life, which left him nothing to promise you except heartbreak when the sand of his hourglass runs out.

It was the truth you both had to face, yet you took the risk anyway with his hand in yours.

You believed that life brought you together, and death would be what would split you apart just like it would everyone else at the end of their time, only it had just so happened his end was set in stone to be celebrated as a noble sacrifice.

“How foolish you were to think that life would be that kind,” you thought bitterly.

From the very beginning life had brought you together so today, it could take him from you.

Porco had given you everything, yet you were left with nothing except his jacket,

In life, he took you out to festivals and fairs, introduced you to his family, the young cadets that looked up to him in wonder, he gave you all he could so you could have some semblance of the life he promised but can never give.

Yet in his death, you can’t even bury him, not even a final resting place for him and his dreams of what could have been a long and beautiful life.

Sorrowful and bitter tears that relentlessly flow down your face and violent sobs mercilessly shake your body until there was not a breath of air left in your lungs.

So wrapped up in your grief, you fail to notice the thunderous claps booming through the air outside and the threatening storm clouds brewing outside. A quiet drizzle fell from the sky, growing heavier and heavier until the unforgiving downpour flooded the streets. The sound of bustling life silenced and replaced by the pitter patter of rain.

For a moment, it’s as if the world senses your grief. The skies of Marley cry with you. They cry for a son that breaks his mother’s heart, and for a soldier that didn't come home.

And you pour your heart out for your love and a boy — both had so much to give yet both were never given a fair chance.

[my-fav-snk]

KILL EACH OTHER AS MUCH AS YOU LIKE

[hanjiapproves8d]

All that baseball finally paid off

He fucking caught it

[coltsbitch]

hi!! Omg, thank you for responding to the ask, you truly deserve the praise. I’ve read ch 119 and UGH MY TEARS………… I try not to think about it but NOW THAT YOU’VE MADE THE COMPARISON I’M GETTING EMOTIONAL :(( and omg you really write ALL the characters so well and I love seeing them make cameos!! (Zeke was so funny in figure it out omg) LOL AT FLOSS XDD 1/3

thank you for sending these asks in! they make my day!

when 119 gets animated, its truly going to be all over for me. and i just know they’ll draw it out over multiple episodes so it’ll be weeks of anguish over here

all your kind words fill my heart! and i won’t lie, floss was looking kinda good in 4.13 with that gun scene, but then i snapped back to my senses

and i’m feeling much better! idk what it is about aot but it truly has me busting out fics like no other, i’ve never written so fast for any fandom. like my other works would take months for me to even jot down a sentance, so i’m going to keep riding this wave while it feels good!