#ballet dancer eren

[narcissussren]

I wrote a little scene from the ballet au for the sake of writing it in my phone notes, I didn't research for the accurate translation of some phrases, it was just my brain and me for the idea I got

Eren likes Mikasa, but girly pop hasn't realize it, she admires him but has awkward feelings toward him

[jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd]

🤍a completely random modern au headcanon for each aot character 🤍

eren jaeger’s idea of late night fun is going to walmart/target/etc. he likes to walk around with his friends and be absolutely childish. bonus: he’s banned from a certain store for kicking an inflatable ball across the store.

armin arlert is self conscious of his body. it’s only really his torso though. when him and his friends go to the beach, he’s always the last one to take his shirt off. he doesn’t even have anything to be embarrassed about, he’s just disappointed he’s not as muscular as eren or reiner.

mikasa ackerman’s favorite color is a dark red. the blood, cherry type of red. she’s got a lip tint in that color and her nails are painted too much. she also chews her nails. she hopes the nail polish is enough to break the habit but it isn’t.

connie springer’s favorite fast food restaurant is burger king. he thinks it’s underrated. you can count on him to fuck up a whopper. he also always gets the cardboard crowns to wear.

jean kirstein loves night time. he loves the solitude, the way nobody expects anything from him, and the fact that he can just be. he doesn’t get lonely during his late nights but he wouldn’t mind somebody to share it with.

sasha braus smells really good. she doesn’t use any super fancy products, though. she’s just one of those people that naturally have a good aroma. her skin is also really soft.

ymir tans really easy in the summer. she never burns or turns red. she’s genetically blessed. the sun also makes the freckles on her face pop and clusters of them pop up on her back/shoulders.

historia reiss loves milkshakes and soda floats. she always orders them with a whipped cream and cherry. she prefers milkshakes from a diner rather than a fast food place.

marco bodt really likes plants. he has a collection of houseplants. they line his window sills and he even has a special little rack with a special little light. he’s got a super green thumb.

reiner braun drinks protein shakes religiously. he pretty much sticks to a diet of shakes, meat, vegetables and rice. there are few times where he breaks his routine, usually just joining his friends for a night of drinking.

bertholdt hoover has a surprisingly high tolerance when it comes to weed and alcohol. at least that’s what it looks like on the outside. he’s pretty cool, calm and collected. nobody’s sure if he’s immune to being drunk, or if he’s too anxious about acting a fool to show any signs of inebriation.

annie leonhardt owns a german shepherd 100%. she’s had it since it was a pup and it’s one of the most well behaved dogs. they’re oddly similar in their mannerisms. bonus: it’s named marley.

pieck finger is the type of girl to sit on the floor. like, at all times. when she’s sad, she’ll lay down completely and just stare at the ceiling. it’s peaceful and it makes her feel relaxed.

porco galliard goes through an ungodly amount of hairgel. his hair is hard like those ballroom/ballet dancers in competitions. he has trouble growing facial hair.

zeke jaeger gets his weed flown to him from another state/country. it’s the best shit around. he’s also never home because he “runs a business.” always found with a blunt near by.

levi ackerman doesn’t like energy drinks or coffee. if he needs caffeine, he gets it from tea or some kind of health drink. he doesn’t understand how kids hearts don’t give out with all their monsters and red bulls.

erwin smith is so friendly despite his appearance. he finds joy in little things like a heads up penny or when the barista remembers his name/order. he’s a pretty easy going guy.

hange zoe breaks her glasses all the time. they either sit on them or step on them. it’s easy for them to lose their glasses because their room is a mess. books, papers, knick knacks everywhere.

my jean fic

[mewhenimanangel]

cherry, eren jeager

��� synopsis. eren is enamored by you, the way you carry yourself, the way you dance…he wants to know more of you

—chapter 1 ౨ৎ

𝜗𝜚 content!: au-highschool, ballet dancer reader, teen romance

nia’s ౨ৎ notes: i’m writing again! (ʃƪ ˘ ³˘)

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you packed your pointe shoes into your duffel bag, brushing back the bits of hair that strayed from your slick bun.

you were dangerously close to being late for practice today and you knew mrs jeager didn't play like that. you looked in your mirror to make sure everything was in place. you wore a black leotard under a pair of dance shorts and pink leg warmers.

you rushed out of your house and into your mom's suv. she had a cigarette between her manicured fingers as she retouched her lip gloss in the rear view mirror. "hey baby you ready?" she asked, fastening her seatbelt.

"yeah...where are you going?" you squint your eyes at her, she looked a little more glamorous than usual. "gonna go run some errands, see if i can run into that sexy mr ryan" she smirked as she put the car in drive. "mom gross, please stop drooling over my math teacher" you shook your head. "oh come on, you know he's cute. he's got that whole bee keeping thing going on"

"yeah so do you" you joked. "hey!" she slapped your thigh. "i'm just joking! you look as young and beautiful as ever" you smiled, putting your earbuds in"

if it wasn't for your best friend, lana, you swore your mom was your best friend. after your dad passed away, it was just you, her, and your little sister, enya.

ever since you were six you've been dancing, specifically ballet and contemporary. you always loved dance but when your dad died, it lost its spark. four years ago, you sat in ballet practice when your phone rang and your former teacher scolded you for interrupting practice but told you you could go in the hall to answer.

you remember the feeling of your heart breaking when your mom told you the news and that she was getting you early.

don't be mistaken, the love you have for ballet is always there but a small part of you feels like you're only in it to please your mom.

your mom had you at 17 and sometimes you felt like you ruined her life. you've heard her ballet stories since you were little. she was in her prime and destined for greatness, until you came along.

her parents were more orthodox and made her go through with the pregnancy, she never danced the same again after that.

even though you felt guilty, it only made you want to be better, it made you want it more because you felt like you owed it to her.

you put your earbuds away when you saw the familiar dance school come into view. "bye mommy" you said putting your bag over your shoulder. "bye baby, i'll see you later" she kissed your cheek.

after changing out of your sneakers and into your dance shoes, you joined lana and the other girls to stretch. things have been competitive at the school lately ever since mrs. jeager announced she was putting on a recital.

all your peers were working extra hard to be noticed by your teacher, including you of course but you kept it nonchalant. today, she would be announcing who she chooses as her lead dancers.

"annie's literally going insane in the bathroom right now" lana walked up to you as you sat drinking your water. "she needs to relax, it's not like the show's going on broadway...plus i'm sure she'll literally get the solo. she's always kissing jaeger's ass" you scoffed.

"better keep your voice down, i've heard that mrs jaeger's planning on picking you" she smirked. "i doubt it" you shrugged.

mrs jeager walked into the room and told everyone to line up. "alright girls, as you know we'll be putting on my own show in three months and i need you girls in tiptop shape, no matter what part you get. now i'm choosing, drum roll please..." you all tapped your feet.

"y/n! you're my soloist!" she smiled at you. "what? me?" your eyebrows rose. lana immediately shook you by the shoulders out of excitement while the other girls clapped. though, you could feel annie's gaze burning into you. she was jealous.

"yes you, you've shown the most improvement this year and i'm entrusting you to shine through with this role, congratulations" she smiled at you.

mrs. jeager went on to list everyone else's parts for the dances before practice commenced. you were so excited to go home and tell your mom.

once practice was over you began to pack up your things and change out of your shoes. "y/n, come i'd like to talk to you about the solo" mrs jeager called you over. you said bye to lana and grabbed your bag.

"okay so for the solo i wanted a somber yet sensual and scandalous song so i chose

cherry by lana del rey, im sure you know it all you girls seem to love her." she told you.

she went over the details of the outfit she wanted you to wear, she explained the choreography, told you you would have to come in for extra lessons. she began to explain why she chose you when the door behind you opened.

you turned around to see her son, eren, walk in.

he was in a hoodie and jeans that sweeped the floor, long hair pulled back into a low effort bun, headphones wrapped around his neck.

you've known eren for years now, he was in your math class at school and he would often stop by the dance school to see his mom. you can't recall ever talking to him though.

he kind of ran with his own little crowd, most often with mikasa and admin, you think his name was?

he was pretty chill at school, you knew he was on the basketball team, he was never really in anyone's business. the only time you ever heard things about him was when girls would talk about how hot he was, and you feared they were right.

he didn't say anything to you before asking his mom for their house keys. "i've taught you better manners than that, i know you see me talking to someone" she scolded him.

this was when he decided to acknowledge you. eren stared at you, taking a moment to let his eyes trail down your body, admiring the way your leotard and shorts clung to you.

it's not like he meant to ignore you, you just make him a little nervous. it was one thing to see you at school in the uniform you somehow made look good, but it was another to see you like this - sweat making you glisten, hair messy yet perfect, clothes tight on your body.

eren's had his fair share of things with girls in the past but something about you stressed him out, so he decided it was best to avoid you.

"hey" he finally greeted you to which you smiled and waved. god, even your smile was tantalizing. "y/n here is gonna be my soloist, gosh you should see her dance!" he awkwardly smiled and nod his head.

"can i have them now?" he asked his mother. she digged through her purse and gave him the keys. "you can go now we were having an important conversation" she beckoned him away.

he scoffed and made his way to the door. you turned your head ever so slightly only to be me with him looking back at you too.

a smirk graced his lips, dropping when he saw you looking at him. now it was your turn to hide your smile.

[the-last-thread-of-my-sanity]

Little mini-Aruani fic that’s been *dancing* around in my brain

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Armin rolls his shoulders as he shucks off his coat, the sound of his keys plinking in the bottom of the porcelain dish reminding him that he’s home.

There’s a chill in the air just behind the glass of the front door, but he can smell the lit fire from the den and somewhere in the house he hears a record being played.

Something orchestral and grand- different from the simple village folk music he grew up with in Paradis.

He smiles, peeking down the stairs into the lower floor of their brownstone style house. They had left it open, unfurnished- nothing but the waxed reclaimed wood floors and some sheer curtains on the window.

“Let’s discover what it can be,” he had said to Annie. “We can grow into it.”

After so long in small squalid living quarters, or in communal style barracks- having a house with three floors and a maid’s quarter seemed excessive. Two private bathrooms? A grand showy living area for guests and a private intimate one for the owners? A dining room with a table set for ten? It made him feel too self-important.

He was a soldier- utility made sense to him, not comfort. And certainly not luxury.

So, the empty space on the bottom floor felt right. It felt like an unanswered question. An ellipses at the end of the sentence.

He steps quietly onto the first few stairs beneath the landing, peering through the banisters until he can see Annie.

He stoops to a crouch, lingering.

She’s dancing, he realizes.

A few months ago, he had paid for a ballet instructor to offer her private lessons- as a gift. She was too fit, too flexible, too physically disciplined to be idle- but he wanted her to discover something about herself other than fighting.

She resisted at first, insisting she wasn’t poised or graceful enough. But her instructor, an aging man who smoked thin cigarettes and spoke with a crisp and lilting accent, adored her. He spoke effusively of her ‘lines’ and her core strength.

But Armin had never seen her dance. The instructor came and left while he was at work in the government office down the street- only running into Armin on the sidewalk as they were coming and going.

Now, he watches, his breath slowing and his heart stilling.

She looks as though she’s floating, he thinks. Weightless. Just an ephemeral being gliding across the floor as though she’s skirting on the air.

She pirouettes and leaps and moves her arms along gracefully unseen lines, her eyes closed and head tilted as she gets lost in the music.

Armin swallows- feeling a heavy sensation sinking into his chest. It’s awe, he knows, but also something else.

Gratitude. That she’s alive. That she’s here with him now. Dancing, moving, breathing, sighing… instead of frozen in time and in place.

He’s so grateful that she has this life.

He doesn’t feel the same way about himself. He drags his perceived debt to the world, to his parents, to Mikasa, to Hange, to Erwin.. to Eren.. everywhere he goes.

He could never be as light as Annie looks right now.

But it’s not his job to be, he realizes.

Finally, she stops, and he can see her breaths moving deeply in and out, her ribcage visible in the thin dance clothes. He looks at the arch of her spine as she holds a pose- and then she drops it, shoulders sagging, rolling her neck on her shoulders.

She clears her throat, stretching her arms above her head as she walks over to lift the needle from the record and the music stops.

She turns, and stops short with a little yelp when she sees him on the stairs.

Armin can’t help but laugh.

“You watched me?” She asks, accusing. “I made so many mistakes.”

Armin shakes his head, rising to stand and walk down the stairs. “How would I know? I’m no dancer.”

“Neither am I.” She says, bashful as she looks away from him out the window. The wind is swirling the sycamore leaves from outside along the sidewalk, filling their view of the street with bright yellow shapes catching the late afternoon sun.

“Nonsense.” He says, opening his arms for her to walk into his embrace. She folds into his chest as easy as any other reflex. As easy as blinking or breathing.

He smiles, leaning his cheek on her head as she buries her face into the collar of his shirt, inhaling deeply. Her daily ritual- breathing him in like it was soothing to her lungs.

He understands, he thinks, as he runs her silken hair through his fingers absently. It’s not enough just to see her or hear her alone. He needs to fill his senses with her to reassure himself that she’s truly there.

“So that’s what this bottom floor is now? Your dance studio?” He asks conversationally.

“For now,” she says, tilting her head back to look at him, “until I decide that it’s something else.”

Armin’s lips quirk into a small smile.

“Still want to leave things open-ended, then?” He jokes.

She hums, and he extends his arm up for her twirl underneath it playfully. “I just want to take our time.” She says quietly as she stills.

He nods in understanding, pulling her close again to press a kiss to her lips.

She can be whatever she wants to be. A dancer one day. An artist the next. A musician. A seamstress. A connoisseur of baked pastries…

Just as she was a fighter, first, and then a lover.

Certainly Annie can be anything in the world… as long as she is his.

[strscrossed]

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Ballet dancer Mika and Mafioso Eren secret escapades ❤️❤️❤️❤️

YESSSS!!!

[bokuaosubs]

Gekkan Entame August 2023: Yagi Toa, Sugiura Eren, Hayasaki Suzuki, Yanagihori Karen & Yoshimoto Cocona interviews

The debut of Nogizaka46's official rival!

Nice to meet you, we are Boku ga Mitakatta Aozora.

This group was created as an official rival to Nogizaka46.

That idol group, produced by Akimoto Yasushi, is Boku ga Mitakatta Aozora.

We'll be taking a closer look at the personalities of the five fresh members, whose charms are yet to be discovered.

Yagi Toa: Born on the 1st of May, 2007, from Tokyo. 155cm tall. Blood type A. Her nickname is Toa. Her personal colour is yellowish/yebe spring.

Sugiura Eren: Born on the 19th of June, 2008, from Aichi. 160cm tall. Blood type O. Her nickname is Eren. Her personal colour is yellowish/yebe spring.

Yagi Toa's part:

Q: I understand that you have had a long history of dancing.

Yagi: My mother enrolled me in a dance school back when I was four years old, after seeing me dancing to the ending of Pretty Cure. I'd mainly do hip-hop, but the more I kept dancing, the more I would improve, so I enjoyed it and continued going until recently.

Q: Did you enjoy dancing in front of people, too?

Yagi: I've never been good at being in front of people, ever since I was little・・・・・・ I'd often feel like I did better during rehearsals than during the show itself (laughs).

Q: Why did you decide to become an idol, despite not being good at being in front of people?

Yagi: Around the time I became a junior high school student, I started to like the Sakamichi Groups and gradually, I started to think that I wanted to be an idol too. That's when I found out about the BokuAo audition on TikTok and ended up applying.

Q: What was particularly memorable to you regarding the audition?

Yagi: The singing [part of the] audition. There were many cameras and lots of adults, and I sang while thinking 'I'm being watched so closely', to the point where I couldn't hit any notes properly. I don't even know how I got accepted (laughs). I couldn't believe it for a good while, but when I took part in the training camp, there, too, were a lot of cameras and I talked a lot in front of them, I took dance lessons and voice training lessons and the like. I finally realised that I had really become an idol.

Q: Since starting your activities, when have you found being an idol rewarding?

Yagi: Given how I get to experience new things, such as magazine shoots and music video shoots, every day is fresh. I wasn't very good at singing, but after practicing, I've become more confident, singing-wise, and now I enjoy doing that [singing] with everyone.

Q: So, at this very moment, what are the challenges you are currently facing as an idol?

Yagi: It's facial expressions. I practice in front of the mirror on a regular basis, but whenever the camera is pointed at me, I become all stiff. That's why I admire the members who are good at displaying charming facial expressions. I'm also not very good at talking, so I want to improve my talking skills and my mental strength.

Q: You were chosen as the center for the group's debut single, 'Aozora ni Tsuite Kangaeru'.

Yagi: I didn't expect that... I was surprised, but, most importantly, I want to polish my performance skills, so that many people would feel tempted to listen to our debut single.

Sugiura Eren's part:

Q: Why did you decide to become an idol? 

Sugiura: I have been learning dance since the first grade of primary school, but I didn't really want to be an idol, instead I wanted to become a dancer in theme park productions and make lots of people smile. My mother told me there was an audition, but I didn't want to go for it at the time. But when I was looking around on SNS, the notice about the audition just popped up and I thought it was fate, so I applied in the end.

Q: What genres of dance did you learn? 

Sugiura: I started out with idol dances, then jazz, ballet, theme park-specific dancing, J-pop and many others. The one I did for quite a long time was jazz. It was very difficult and there were many times when I wanted to quit, but I loved the process of creating performances for the annual recital.

Q: Did you show off your dance moves as your appeal point during the auditions? 

Sugiura: I wanted to show myself as I was, so I didn't dare try to appeal. I couldn't sing well and my self-PR was weak, so I thought I'd have no chance of ever getting in. While waiting for the announcement of whether I'd got in or not, I was eating Pocky or talking to my friends on the phone (laughs).

Q: Does your dance experience come in handy in your idol activities? 

Sugiura: Thankfully, I was given a leading dance position, as well as a solo part in the first single. I like to think I'm quick at learning choreography, so I'm really glad that I've kept on dancing.

Q: What other [club] activities have you taken part in, apart from dancing? 

Sugiura: I played percussion in the brass band until I was in the eighth grade, mainly the timpani. [T/L note: Timpani or kettledrums are musical instruments in the percussion family. A type of drum categorised as a hemispherical drum, they consist of a membrane called a head stretched over a large bowl traditionally made of copper.] I joined the club because I saw an older student playing the drums at a trial demonstration of what the club would be like, and he looked so cool. Given how I used to dance too, it was fun coming up with different rhythms.

Q: What are the current challenges you are facing?

Sugiura: I want to improve my talking skills. I'm someone who talks a lot, but I don't have an extensive vocabulary, so I often can't come up with the exact words that can convey what I want to say (laughs). I would like to one day work as a radio personality, so I will do my best!

Q: I got the impression that you are a very confident person, back during the group's unveiling event.

Sugiura: I wasn't nervous at all. I'm usually someone who's helped by the members, so I'm glad I was able to be a person who could mentally support the others during the unveiling.

Q: What is the goal you are currently aiming for?

Sugiura: Our members come from all over the country, so I'd like us to perform in each of our hometowns!

Hayasaki Suzuki: Born on the 13th of March, 2005, from Tokyo. 161cm tall. Blood type B. Her nickname is Suu. Her personal colour is brevet/blueish summer.

Yanagihori Karen: Born on the 24th of July, 2005, from Tokyo. 163.4cm tall. Blood type B. Her nickname is BoriBori. Her personal colour is yellowish/yebe autumn.

Hayasaki Suzuki's part:

Q: Isn't it unusual to have the name 'Suzuki'? 

Hayasaki: People often tell me that. The 'Suzu' comes from my great-grandmother, whose name was 'Misuzu', but I don't really know where the 'ki' came from (laughs). After I became part of BokuAo, I realised that it was easy for people to remember me, and I started liking it! 

Q: Hayasaki-san, you are particularly good at playing the piano, and you've won prizes in multiple competitions.

Hayasaki: I've studied the piano from the first grade of primary school to the third grade of high school. I also played the violin for five years, so I think my sense of pitch is one of my greatest strengths. However, I wasn't as good when it came to playing in public, and I was quite bad at taking part in competitions.

Q: How did you become interested in idols?

Hayasaki: Back when I was in primary school, I went to a park with my family and happened to see an idol group performing there. I was still young at the time, so even though we didn't have any tickets, we were given special seats, and the idols were so enthusiastic! I fell in love with them and ended up becoming a fan, along with my father, until the day when they broke up. Since then, I've started keeping an eye on all kinds of idols.

Q: Is that when you started thinking about becoming an idol?

Hayasaki: I had had a desire to become an idol for longer than that, but I was convinced that I wouldn't get in anyway. But when I started thinking about what I wanted to do after graduating from high school, I found myself thinking that what I really wanted to do was to become an idol. I decided that this would be the first and last audition I'd ever take part in, so I gave it a go and was surprised when I ended up passing.

Q: It's been about three months since you got in.

Hayasaki: Every single day feels like 'youth'! It's only been a few months since we first met, but we've already become good friends and can talk just about anything. We're great friends and work well as a team, and - all of us are foodies! Whenever lunchboxes are served, we rush to them and everyone eats their respective ones delightedly (laughs).

Q: That's nice. By the way, what's your favourite food?

Hayasaki: Mizu yokan. [T/L note: Mizu yokan, a chilled Japanese red bean jelly with chestnut is a traditional sweet treat in Japan.] You can only find mizu yokan in the shops during the summer. That's why I'm glad that summer is here! I have eight mizu yokan at home right now!

Q: Now, you are going to start your activities as an idol in earnest. Do you think you'll be able to overcome your fear of public appearances?

Hayasaki: I've always been an anxious person, but when it comes to BokuAo's activities, I don't get nervous at all. The people around me tell me, 'It's okay if you make mistakes, you don't have to stress about getting it right [from the get-go]', which makes it really easy and enjoyable. With that in mind, I'm really looking forward to the future!

Yanagihori Karen's part:

Q: First of all, please tell us about your hobbies, your special skills and your character.

Yanagihori: My speciality is the tea ceremony, my hobby is skiing, in particular, and I like to smile. ･･････ I've kept saying that since the audition (laughs). I've been practicing the tea ceremony since I was in the first grade of primary school, and I've actually been doing it for a whole year now. At first, I was invited by a friend to go there for the sweets (laughs). But gradually, I realised how much fun it could be and I started taking it seriously. I also started to like wearing kimonos, and now I can even style myself.

Q: How come skiing is your hobby?

Yanagihori: It used to be my father's hobby, which is why I've started skiing ever since I was five. We go skiing every season.

Q: What about your club activities at school? 

Yanagihori: I'm the head of the tea ceremony club, as well as the manager of the swimming club. It's hard work, but I like the hustle and bustle of it all (laughs).

Q: So, Yanagihori-san, what made you decide to audition? 

Yanagihori: My mother was the one who suggested it to me. I used to be in the dance club, back in junior high school, and I also liked singing, so I used to often go to karaoke. When I was in primary school, I wanted to be a model too. That doesn't mean that I had done anything special, but given how my mother knew that I wanted to be in the show business world, she encouraged me to audition.

Q: The audition mentioned that it was looking for 'Nogizaka46's Official Rival'.

Yanagihori: I used to dance to Nogizaka46-san's songs, such as 'Influencer', in my junior high school dance club and I used to watch them on singing shows too. I thought they were really cute. I didn't think I would be accepted in the official rival audition, so I was very surprised and still feel quite flustered about it.

Q: Before you passed the audition, what career path did you have in mind for the future? 

Yanagihori: I wanted to become a nurse and I was thinking of going to university, to study nursing. I've said just earlier that 'I value smiles', and I really do want to make people smile, as well as the fact that I like doing my best for others. In that sense, I think that nursing and being an idol are both jobs that can benefit someone, and I like to think that there is a connection between the two.

Q: So, what are your dreams for the future?

Yanagihori: I want us to become a group that can bring smiles and courage to many, many people. I also want to improve myself, so that I'll be able to contribute lots to the group. I would also like to try modelling, which has been my dream since I was in primary school, and I'd also be interested in working as a narrator, which I hope to happen someday.

Yoshimoto Cocona: Born on the 5th of December, 2005, from Ishikawa. 156cm tall. Blood type A. Her nickname is Cocona. Her personal colour is brevet/blueish summer.

Yoshimoto Cocona's part:

Q: First of all, please tell us why you auditioned.

Yoshimoto: I didn't know much about idols really, but my mother found the notice for the audition. So she sent in my application all by herself......。 Originally, I wasn't interested in neither going to university nor getting a job, so - if I got accepted - I realized that I wouldn't have to do either・・・・・・・(laughs). After that, as the auditions went on, I became more and more interested in various idols and found myself wanting to get accepted. 

Q: Do you have any memories that stick out from the audition?

Yoshimoto: By the time of the final screening, everyone around me had already become friends, but I was really shy and wasn't able to talk. Once I had passed the audition, the members told me that I looked like a tough girl, but that wasn't the case. I was always told that I had an 'eye-catching face, but that I was modest on the inside' (laughs).

Q: So you've always been the quiet type?

Yoshimoto: I didn't like being in front of people. However, I liked Namie Amuro-san and had this hope that I could be someone like her in the future. Thanks to that admiration, I faintly found myself thinking that 'I want to enter the entertainment industry in the future', so I ended up taking jazz dance and singing lessons.

Q: You're right in the middle when it comes to the group's wide age range. Do you feel any difference in the way you interact with everyone [thanks to your age]? 

Yoshimoto: We all get on well together and I rarely feel the age difference between us. The junior high school students are always teasing me, by saying that 'You may think you're all cool, but you actually have a baby face!' (laughs).

Q: So you don't like being told that you have a baby face?

Yoshimoto: I hate it! I wasn't even aware that I had a baby face until I joined the group. I really admire Imada Mio-san and Araki Yuko-san, and my hairstyle is a bit like theirs too, so I want to be like them.

Q: What are your hobbies, your favourite things to do?

Yoshimoto: I don't really have any of those. I didn't take part in any club activities or had any part-time jobs, so I'd come home right away and spend all my time just lazing around. Apart from that, I think I might have watched dramas or films? I prefer Japanese films and dramas to foreign films, and I would like to act in such works one day.

Q: How does it feel, coming to Tokyo from Ishikawa Prefecture? 

Yoshimoto: It's difficult to get on the right trains and interchange them properly! In Ishikawa, I used to drive most of the time, so I'm still getting used to it.

Handwritten messages:

While aiming for the blue skies hidden beneath the clouds, all 23 of us will do our best!

"I'm going to do my best!!" - Sugiura Eren

"I am anxious, since I am new to all of this, but I will devote my effort to growing more and more.

All the members of BokuAo will do our best. I hope you will warmly watch over us!" - Yanagihori Karen

"I am still lacking in many aspects, but I will not forget [the reason for] my efforts and I'll do my best, so that one day, I'll become an idol who can bring hope and inspiration to someone. Thank you for your support!" - Yagi Toa

"I'm anxious because all of this is new to me, but, as much as I can, I'll do my best!!

All 23 of us are running towards the same dream, so I would be very happy if you could support us." - Hayasaki Suzuki

"I'm shy and need more courage than others to take the first step, but I'll work hard to become an idol who can become a catalyst for someone's dream, and I will do my best, so that many people will want to support me, all while not forgetting to express my gratitude." - Yoshimoto Cocona

[from Gekkan Entame’s August 2023 issue, featuring BokuAo's front row from their first single - 'Aozora ni Tsuite Kangaeru'.]

[TL by: yuzuiro]

[unholyfms]

✦・.・― WELCOME, EVERYONE! it’s   a   dog   eat   dog   world   out   there,   are   you   ready   to   be   apart   of   it?

Congrats, you've been accepted! Please send in your character account to the main within 24 hours. You can find the following steps for your acceptance here.

Anastasia Romanov (Florence Pugh FC) - Principal Female Dancer for the Los Angeles Ballet

Bellamy Arden Powell (Sydney Sweeney FC) - Artist

Dilan Azize Özdemir (Aslihan Malbora FC) - Hotel Heiress & Singer/Songwriter

Emersyn Barnes (Victoria Pedretti FC) - Socialite & Drug Dealer

Eren Vogel (Logan Lerman FC) - Soccer Player for the USMNT

Leandro Díaz Aguilar (Arón Piper FC) - Point Guard for the Los Angeles Lakers

Maverick Blythe-Wayne West (Timothee Chalamet FC) - Olympic Athlete & Actor

Pooja Pataudi (Alia Bhatt FC) - Socialite

Romanyuk “Roman” Annikovych Konstenko (Dylan O'Brien FC) - Principal Male Dancer for the Los Angeles Ballet

Sameer Siddiqui (Shah Rukh Khan FC) - Director

Tallulah James Riley (Grace Van Patten FC) - Model & Actress

[exclusivenyc]

We just spotted EREN KILIC ( DENIZ CAN AKTAS )  hopping off a plane in the City that Never Sleeps! Make sure to send in your account within 24 hours and read our NEW MEMBER CHECKLIST before getting settled. Can you make it in the Big Apple?

Not everyone can say they’ve been to the Big Apple, but  [ EREN KILIC ], a [ 28 ] year-old [ CIS MAN] has lived in [ WEST VILLAGE, MANHATTAN] for [ 13 YEARS ]. This is the city of dreams and [ HE ] knows it, because they came to NYC to be a/n [ PRINCIPAL BALLET DANCER ]. Living in the city means they meet all kinds of people, but everyone always seems to think they look like [ DENIZ CAN AKTAS]. They even got away with free cab fare once because of it!

(davis, 31, pst (but soon to be est), he/him)

[onmyyan]

Hello there, first of all, it is nice to see a new blog here! Hope you'll have a great time and find some valuable friends. Second of all I am thrilled and would like to request an AOT headcanon for Eren, Armin, Levi, Mikasa and Erwin with an S/o who is a ballet dancer. Like how would they react to it (the beauty of her dancing but also the very much present pain she undergoes and her very much injured feet)? Thank you so much and take care!

My first request I hope I do ya proud!! Thank you for they sweet words hope you enjoy 🤸🏽‍♀️

A/N: yandere themes

Eren took pride in his abilities as a solider and a man but it was nothing like the pride he took in you, the first time he’d seen you dancing was back in your cadet days, you’d been one of the unfortunate souls stuck on stable duty, and that meant you weren’t to come inside until all the horses were brushed and fed, he noted you seemed to be in no rush, you’d been working well into the night, the moon casting a gentle light on your skin, he was supposed be in bed but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from your form. It wasn’t fair something as mundane as sweeping became so enchanting when you did it, and as if that weren’t enough, your motions turned to swaying, then a full spin, before his very eyes you began to preform on a stage that wasn’t there, to a song only you could hear, or so you thought. But he could hear it. He could hear the pain in your steps, the passion bleeding into every movement, it was like something out of a dream the way you flowed about, elegantly using your whole body to tell a story, one he was eager to learn. That was the night he realized three things. You were certainly an angel fallen from above to brighten this disgusting world, he wanted that light for himself, and he was willing to do absolutely anything for it. When he finally approached you, you’d just finished your chores sitting prettily against some old crates of supplies, the night once more the backdrop to your stage. He made sure his steps were loud so you heard his approach, then asked straight up what you were doing. “Oh hi Eren! It’s called Ballet, it’s a style of dancing I was taught back home.” He hung off your every word eagerly soaking up the new information about you, to think all he had to do was ask. “Does it hurt?” He gestured to your feet “It can yeah, but I feel like it’s worth it? Does that make sense.” You laughed at the end, trying to lighten the vibe, his intense eyes were settled on you, unwavering. It made you fidget in place. “You shouldn’t hurt yourself like that.” His tone left no room for argument but you tried to anyway. “Even if it’s something you love doing?” Figuring he’d understand, His brows furrowed as he thought for a while before coming to a conclusion. He sunk to his knees before you, eyes still holding your own hostage. “What the hell-“ “If you’re not gonna stop I guess I have to help with the pain.” He gestured once more to your boots. “That so unnecessary hah- but thank you! Now please get off the ground this looks dirty.” You awkwardly laughed inching back against your makeshift seat. He smirked up from his place on the floor enjoying your obvious embarrassment. “I wasn’t asking.”

Armin was as selfless and kind as one could be given the world he was raised in, he was constantly thinking of others and took them and their needs into consideration when organizing any of their plans, but for once in his life he felt that overwhelming desire to be selfish. It wasn’t common for the two of you to have free time together, especially uncommon for you to sneak a bottle of wine under your jacket, you assured him the mp’s you’d swiped it from wouldn’t be missing it, your perfectly sweet grin washing away any worries or doubt he had, that’s just the kind of power you held over him and you didn’t even know it. He had a sip, maybe one too many, because when you’d began to dance, albeit a little tipsily, he couldn’t fight the darker parts of his mind from seeping in. He watched with a warm gaze as you leapt and twirled without a care in the world, if only for a few moments. He knew in his heart of hearts that love and light in your eye would be snuffed out by the wolves of the world the second they caught a whiff of your optimism. It was like he was watching himself watch you, because while your free flowing dance was captivating, all he could really think about is how he was the only one who was going to see this from now on. The next day you’d gotten in a shit storm of trouble for swiping the bottle, how that rat found out you’ll never know, but your punishment was by far the most peculiar, instead of the usual the influx of chores was the glorified assistant position you’d been assigned, it wasn’t stated directly but you were basically Armins new shadow. Bringing the strategist lunch and helping him organize plans had become your new day to day, forget going on missions, he held enough power in the Corps to keep you by his side with a lost letter here a forged note there, and whenever you’d question the odd turn of events he was quick to distract you. “Would you like to go dancing tonight? I found a lovely clearing in the forest that you’d love.” And who could say no to that face?

Levi watched you with smoldering eyes, his stare burning holes in your body whenever he lingered for a moment too long. You were mid routine, trying earnestly not to knock anything over with the limited space in his office. Your movement was restricted, the intricate dance forced to be contained in the small area. The first time he’d seen you preforming for your fellow scouts he’d chastised you in front of them all, saying that was no way for a solider to behave. That same night however he summoned you to his personal quarters, you were sure another scolding was in order only to be surprised, his meticulously arranged furniture had been pushed to the side to create a small circle in the middle of the room. “Hurry up.” You’d scuttle inside scared to upset him more than you already had, but more confused than anything. “Dance for me.” The simple statement was the last thing you’d expected your stoic captain to say, especially with that dangerous look on his face, both of you were well aware he could tear you apart with the smallest amount of effort, but if he was feeling bold enough to ask this of you, you were feeling bold enough to question it. “I thought it was unbecoming behavior as a Scout, sir.” He sucked his teeth moving to lean against the front of his desk, the air of authority he carried with him everywhere made you straighten your back. “It is when you’re doing this shit for anyone but me.” Another simple statement, with massive implications, his dark eyes drinking in your shock and the obvious heat crawling up your neck. “I don’t like repeating myself brat.” His grin was devilish, promising nothing but trouble, yet you found yourself in starting position anyhow, “Yes sir.” The following day you limped around awkwardly, trying in vain to hide your winces and cringes whenever you’d put too much pressure down, Levi had you dancing until you dropped, quiet literally. You figured it was just some bizarre new way for him to punish you but to your surprise a jar of ointment sat on your pillow that night, the note asking you to return to his private quarters once you’d and I quote “stop wobbling around like a shithead.”

Mikasa had been a pillar of strength and endurance long before she joined the Scouts, this tireless drive to protect her family and friends soon bleed over to you, the small moments in private you two shared were one of the few things that kept her going, you could see how hard she pushed herself to be the best and desperately wanted to show her your appreciation for all that she’d done. Life had become so much better with her as your friend, no your best friend, so you were determined to show your gratitude in some way, finding someone in the regimen who played the violin was the hardest part but after a few sacrificed meals and promises to take on their share of chores for a week, they agreed, sitting off the the side waiting for their cue. Mikasa had been worried about going out so late, how were you going to get enough sleep? Don’t think she hasn’t noticed your strange behavior she’s just waiting on the right time to confront you. “I wanted to do something for you- I know it isn’t a lot or anything compared to what you do everyday but yeah anyway.” You awkwardly laughed then a soft melody began to play from the solider she hasn’t even noticed, her eyes were wide as you began to preform, warmth flowed up her spine as you spun in delicate patterns carefully executing every move with a grace she didn’t know you possessed. For what felt like an eternity she watched in awe, never in her life had she seen something as beautiful as this, and to think it was all for her? Her mind solidified this fact as you ended with a practiced bow. This was all for her, surely a love letter written with your body, nothing else could explain the raw passion she felt watching you. You loved her too, this much she was certain on. Her claps were loud as you bashfully made your way back to her. Her gaze soft as she brought you into her arms, her taller frame fit perfectly against you, her head resting on yours, “That was incredible little one, how did you manage this? Where’d you learn to move like that? It was like you were floating.” You laughed gently, returning the hug eagerly, you explained your training and how it helped you stay grounded to something not related to Titans and death. Her grip tightened as you explained the deal you’d made with the retreating solider, happily chatting away not noticing her piercing stare follow him until she couldn’t. She’d have to take care of that. Her eyes found you once more, filled with adoration and warmth, her heart then and there vowing to protect her little angel from anything or anyone, even if she had to get her hands dirty so yours could stay clean. Don’t let her find out this causes you any type of pain though, because that’s just the push she needs to lock you away all for herself, her own caged dove.

Erwin Smith was a lot of things. Cautions and calculative, brave and smarter than people gave him credit for, he knew this world wasn’t what it seemed, that there was more to life than dying . Some people would call him paranoid, who else has a secret underground room in their office?He’d given his life ten time over to the survival of humanity, despite the countless hurdles and challenges thrown his way he’d always overcome. Adapt. And then you joined his ranks and threw all that out the window. He couldn’t wrap his head around why was he having such a hard time figuring you out. More specifically, figuring out just how he felt about you. You were a solider in the Scouts, reason enough to respect you, but this went deeper than that. He knew of your skill on the field having been placed in Levi’s squad, what should have filled him with pride instead twisted his gut like gnashing teeth made of razors, he was attracted to you physically yes, but your mental strength and ability to smile in even the worst of situations is what really pulled him in, this honey trap he was stuck in was intoxicating, he was drowning eagerly in this sickly sweet feeling, he set his pen down with a sigh, resigning himself to his thoughts of you. He learned long ago it was fruitless to fight it, like he imagined the ocean dragging a person to the bottom. A soft knock on the door brought him from his all consuming thoughts, “Commander? If you’re not busy the Scouts are having a celebration for tomorrow’s mission.” He stiffened at the sound of your voice, his legs moving faster than his mind as he swung open the door, you stumbled into his chest as you were leaning against the wood, you tried to pull away only to be stopped by a large warm hand holding you in place. “Aren’t celebrations for after the mission?” He ignored your flustered apologies, an eyebrow raised at the expression on your face, if he could freeze that moment in time he would. “W-Well,” you cleared your throat looking anywhere but his burning gaze, “We know how these things go and those of us who do come back don’t usually feel like partying, sir.” He made a noise of agreement finally releasing his hold, only to take your chin between his index and thumb, tilting your head until your eyes had no choice but to meet. “Then we better not keep them waiting love.”You swallowed thickly managing to nod yes a few times, not trusting your voice. He smiled down at you once more before gesturing for you to lead the way. As the night progressed he watched you hungrily, drinking in your laughter and excitement, as the Scouts relaxed under the watchful gaze of their commander someone began to sing, claps and stops soon joined the fray as a rhythmic beat began to form, you stood in the middle of the rowdy soldiers after some pokes and prods before setting off in a fast paced dance, you matched the energy of the chanting men and women around you, the alcohol in your system not allowing for that usual shyness, your moves were bold and confident as you entertained the drunken group, for a moment your eyes met and in the brilliant smile you shot him you’d inadvertently sealed your fate. The next day while all your fellow friends and Scouts prepared to leave you sleep soundly, unaware they’d been instructed to leave at 6 am no matter what, and that your beloved commander had already signed your death certificate for when they undoubtedly returned home without you. His private quarters would have to do until he could take you to your real home.

[melishade]

 Attack on Prime Halloween Anthology: The Masque of the Red Death

Main Story

Medusa

Hachishakusama    

Annabelle

“So our leaderboard,” Hanji began as they all sat down around the bonfire. She held the paper that kept their scores in her hand., “Jean, Connie, and Sasha are all dead last.”

“Boo!” Sasha jeered.

“Armin is next on the list, followed by Eren,” Hanji listed.

“I can live with that,” Armin said, with a nod in agreement from Eren.

“I am in third place. The only story that scared me was the sleep experiment,” Hanji continued, “Leaving our two Ackermans tied for first.”

“That’s not fair,” Jean declared.

“Well, unless Optimus can find a story to scare the both of them, we’re out of luck,” Hanji declared, handing the paper back to Levi who folded it in his pocket.

Eren turned his attention to Optimus, and noticed the Prime looked visibly tired at all the shenanigans, but didn’t say a word.

“So what is next on our list of gore and horror?” Hanji asked the Prime.

Optimus thought it over, remembering a read by a rather famous author before turning his attention to the fire. 

“The Red Death had long devastated the country. Blood was its avatar and it’s seal-the redness and the horror of blood.”

“Wow, right out of the gate,” Jean mumbled, earning a ‘Sh’ from Mikasa.

“The victims of this devastating plague had suffered dizziness and sharp pains. Blood would pool from every pore and every orifice on the victims body. To ask for help was unwise to others, as that meant the Red Death would claim them as well.

That did not deter Prince Prospero. When his country had lost half of it’s population, he had invited his wealthy friends to remain in his castled abbey, until the devastating plague had passed. His home was guarded by large metal bars, with the main entrance chained shut. No one could get in, or out. But that did not matter to Prospero and his elite friends. They believed that they were safe, that they could elude to plague that only affected the common folk. Or so they thought.

One night, Prospero had held a masquerade ball for all of his guests. There were fools, ballet dancers, food and wine. He had designed seven rooms in his abbey for the guests to mingle in. In each room, stain glass windows had created a color that would identify each room. The first was blue, and the second was purple. The third was green, and the fourth was orange. The fifth was white, and the sixth was violet. But the seventh room, due to a flaw in the stained glass, had tainted the room to red. The red that had plagued their country and had taken so many lives. Many were uncomfortable being in that room, and few would dare to venture to it.

In this red room, lies an ebony clock, that chimes after each passing hour. When the bell chimed for sixty seconds, the crowd of guests had paused, listening to the sound in fear and trepidation. When the minute passed, the crowd eased up, and had returned to their festivities. This continued every hour, until midnight. When the clock struck midnight, the crowd had noticed a figure adorned in red. 

The dark, blood-splattered robe had resembled a funeral shroud, and the mask the being wore resembled the faces of the corpses outside of those walls. Prospero was furious and demanded to know who would make such a mockery to him so he could be hanged. The figure gave no answer, and merely walked. The crowd was too afraid to stop him, and merely parted as the being passed. Prospero had grabbed a dagger and chased the figure through each room. First blue, then purple. Green, then orange. White, then violet. And finally red.

Prospero was ready to attack the figure, but the being had merely turned to him, and the prince had dropped to the ground dead. One by one, the guests began to scream, as they had begun to succumb to the Red Death themselves. A few guests had managed to pull the cloak and mask from the figure, but there was nothing underneath. The costume was empty. No one was there, and one by one before the dawn broke, everyone in the abbey had fallen dead to the Red Death.

Because there was no escape from such an unstoppable force, no matter rich or poor. it was inevitable and powerful, And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all.”

“Oh...fuck,” Eren swore, more visibly shaken than the others.

“Wait, that’s what’s causing your stomach to churn?!” Connie demanded.

“My dad was a doctor, and I got a peak at some of the shit he did,” Eren retorted, “It was disgusting, but I couldn’t look away.”

“You wanted to see it on purpose, didn’t you?” Armin accused.

“Could this ‘Red Death’ be powerful enough to wipe out all of humanity?” Hanji asked curiously.

“Possibly,” Optimus admitted, earning surprised looks from his audience, “The author, Edgar Allen Poe, could have based the Red Death on the ‘Black Plaque’. It was a disease that ravaged the continent of Europe for almost ten years, and almost wiped out the entire European population.” 

“How many people exactly?” Hanji asked him.

“...for your sanity, I will not share that number,” Optimus answered vaguely.

“Somehow that’s even more terrifying,” Jean commented.

“...How exactly did that plague start?” Levi asked.

“A rat,” Optimus answered.

“One fucking rat?!” Sasha screamed.

“Rats are filthy, but that filthy?!” Armin exclaimed.

“Was the figure in the story the personification of the Red Death itself?” Mikasa finally asked.

“Mikasa, again, focusing on the wrong thing right now,” Sasha declared.

“Where’s Captain Levi?” Eren finally asked. 

Everyone had looked around in confusion, not noticing the captain had slipped away undetected. Hanji had raised an eyebrow in confusion before grinning with delight and turning to Optimus.

“You broke our dear Captain Levi,” Hanji declared, “I’m impressed.”

“Wait, the Captain’s scared?!” Connie yelled in shock.

“Oh he is terrified,” Hanji proclaimed with a fit of laughter, “Looks like our darling Mikasa’s in the lead.”

“So where did he go?” Mikasa asked.

“Take a wild guess,” Hanji answered.

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Megatron had walked through the port in his holoform, making his way into one of the completed buildings to find Optimus or the mad scientist. He knew the Prime was here, but he didn’t know his exact location. He did know where the mad scientist had her office. 

Megatron had found the door to her office opened, but paused when he heard furious grumbling followed by something scraping against a surface. he slowly peered his head inside to see the dwarf in his cleaning attire, scrubbing the floor and muttering at how filthy her office was. Megatron did not know what to make of this, and he definitely did not want to get involved. He slowly backed away, deactivated the holoform, and headed to the neutral ship. He could give the update tomorrow.

(Levi’s on everyone ass about cleanliness for the next week, including Optimus. Anyway, the original story is obviously by Edgar Allen Poe. Sapphire Sandalo, aka the Something Scary creator, reads the story on her youtube channel. Meanwhile, the second Something Scary Narrator, Markeia McCarty, narrates a modern retelling of the story. So check both videos out.)

[narcissussren]

Three words of my ballet au

"It's so refreshing to see you with your hair down," Eren said as he tucked a lock of Mikasa's straight hair behind her ear.

She rolled her eyes at the word used. "I'll tie it back up." But she didn't. "I've always wanted to cut my bangs." She confessed.

"And why you don't do it?"

"It's against the rules to have bangs."

"I'm sure you can hide it with hairspray and bobby pins."

[mcjeanalds]

hcs for armin, levi, jean, connie, eren with an artist s/o pleaseeee

WNWJWJDJDH as both a visual artist and a dancer, im gonna be writing for both of those <3

eren:

visual artist: he would definitely watch over you the whole time and be like "wait why are you doing that" "what are you erasing that for?" and you'd kinda have to tune him out, but once you finish whatever you're doing he's like :O and realized you did all the "weird" things you did for a reason

dancer: oh he would absolutely attempt to copy you. you would catch him alone trying to do a double pirouette as clean as you do them, and he ends up getting super stressed. so, you teach him! and he gets super excited when he gets it right, its very cute and he loves dancing with you

armin:

visual artist: he'd be in such awe over the fact that you're an artist. like, i mean this guy would tell you everything he knows about art and attempt to show you something he learned about shading from a video that he watched out of boredom. he knows he won't reach your level of artistic skill, but he loves your work as much as he loves you

dancer: he'll randomly ask you to put on a mini performance from time to time. you can have absolutely nothing prepared but he'll just tell you to do something you already know, even if he's seen it a million times. his attention is entirely on you, and will never stop asking for you to dance for him

jean:

visual artist: if you ever ask him "what should i draw," he will always respond with "me." you always end up drawing him, but you draw him in different styles to switch things up a bit. regardless of how confident you felt about your jean portrait, he'll keep it and never throw it out

dancer: this man just wants to watch you stretch. yeah the dancing is cool but wooo-wee does he loves how flexible you are. he's attempted to do some of the stretches you do and ends up pulling something. next thing you know, he's sitting on the ground, holding his muscle, and praising you on your flexibility

connie:

visual artist: this mf would have no patience when it came to you finishing your pieces. he'd get so mad when you add little details because he just wants to see it already. once you finish it and show him your work, he loves it, but still questions why you spent 30 minutes adding small lines, dots, and erasing certain parts

dancer: he would definitely mock you, but in a loving way. he'd pull that "haha look im a ballerina" shit out of his ass and then do a really bad leap. as much as he would make fun of certain moves, he would love every second of you dancing

levi:

visual artist: regardless of what type of artist you are, he thinks being involved in the arts is a really mature and impressive hobby, but he's got a lot of love for visual arts. he thinks watching you work is so peaceful (it's not) and is always blown away by your talent and dedication

dancer: you actually go to him when you need opinions on choreography! he's really good at giving critiques and you appreciate the time he gives to you. he picks up things quickly, so pretty soon you'll hear him bringing up terminology and actually trying to count out the steps in his head while the music plays. aside from being your little assistant, he's got a lot of respect for the effort you put in (and, for his punishments, you've actually suggested doing a ballet intensive with the cadets)

[mewhenimanangel]

cherry, eren jaeger

—synopsis. you have a little more fun at jean’s party that you thought you would

—chapter 4 ౨ৎ

𝜗𝜚content!: au-high school, ballet dancer, teenage romance, black reader, underaged drinking, drunken makeout sessions, high school party

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you yawned and stretched out your arms before rubbing a hand over your face.

a bad habit, you reached for your phone that was sitting on your nightstand. there was a text from eren - it was an address followed by the texts 'forgot to give you the address' 'you know for when you decide to come thru 😉' you found yourself smiling like a dork for some reason before texting him back, joking that you weren't going anywhere.

you clicked on lana's contact and face timed her. "hey" you said putting toothpaste on your toothbrush. "hey girl, what are you waking me up for" her voice was groggy. "are you going to that party tonight?" you asked her.

"yeah, i was actually gonna text you and ask if you wanted to come. who told you about it?" she asked you. "eren asked me to come" you told her and you could practically hear the smirk in her voice when she said "ohhh he definitely wants you. you should definitely come then" she continued "plus you've been like mad busy lately you need to come and get a little crazy"

maybe she was right, for the last month the only places you'd been were school, home, work, and dance. maybe you could use a break.

"fine i'll come. what are you gonna wear?" "that little black jean skirt i got from nando's in janurary. and maybe that cute little black shirt. you know, the ones that make my boobs look good" she told you. "oh, tryna look good in case connie's there?" you smirked. "oh shut up, but yeah of course he's gonna be there"

lana had a little crush on connie ever since junior year when they had to do a chemistry project together. you never really knew eren's group of friends but connie was always really touchy and flirty with lana, he was definitely into her too.

"anyways, ima go. i have a shift at one and my boss is gonna wring my neck if im late again." she sighed. "okay just remember to let me know when you're on your way, love you byeee" you blew a kiss to the camera and she did the same before hanging up.

you finished washing your face before going out into the living room to find your mom and enya on the couch watching bob's burgers. "hey sleepyhead, finally decide to join society?" your mom joked. "yup" you smiled, giving enya a kiss on the cheek to which she wiped off. "rude" you rolled your eyes.

you went to the kitchen to pop half a bagel in the toaster.

you went back into the living room to join them. "mommy.." you whined. "uh oh, what do you want?" she smirked. "can i go to a party tonight.." you smiled. she deadpanned "whose?" 

"it's jean's party" you told her. "ugh the kiersten's kid? he's such a troublemaker" she scoffed. "i promise to stay out of trouble, come on you know me. plus lana's coming" you told her. you knew your mom trusted lana.

you spent five more minutes begging her to go, going in front of her to block the tv.

"ugh fine you can go. but, no alcohol, no drugs, and no boys" she pointed a stern finger at you. "yayyy thank you so much mama" you smiled, going to give her a hug.

"that's not fair i wanna go to parties" enya groaned. "you're 12, sit down" you scoffed.

ʚɞ

you got out of the shower and decided to keep it simple with your outfit. you put on a white tube top and a pair of denim shorts that ended a little under your butt. you wore a pair of white adidas on your feet and threw on your jacket while you waited for lana to text you that she was here.

once she was, you said bye to your mom and went out into her car. "wait, lil pregame first" she handed you a pink whitney shot bottle. "how are you just driving around with this in your car? you're not scared you're gonna get pulled over?" you scoffed. "it's fine, we'll just drive a bit and throw it in some random trash can"

"ready?" she asked you as you untwisted the cover. you cheered and tapped the bottom before shooting your head back and downing the liquor. "WOOOO, okay let's go! the party's at some random airbnb" she said, putting the address in her gps.

it was about a 20 minute drive there, twenty minutes spent singing along to lana's music.

when you got to the house, lana parked her car about a minute away and you walked your way up.

connie was on the porch talking to someone when he saw you two walk up. "hey girl!" connie smiled at lana bringing her in for a hug by the waist. "what's up" he nod his head at you and you put your hand up to wave.

the three of you walked inside, there were a lot more people there than you thought would be - you wondered how the party wasn't busted yet.

playing on the speakers was 'love scars', there were solo cups and beer bottles everywhere, people dancing, some guy shirtless on a table dancing, there was a game of beer pong going, and people just scattered around the house in general.

"wait what should i do with my jacket" you asked lana. "oh you can put it upstairs in the master bedroom, that's where we're putting all our shit. nobody else is allowed in there but i'll make an exception" connie told you. not wanting to let you go alone, lana asked connie to lead the way upstairs.

you put your jacket on the bed, looking at everyone's stuff you spot the jacket eren wore sitting on the arm chair. you wondered where he was, you may have even been a little excited to see him.

"aight let's get crazy" connie said, grabbing lana's hand and heading toward the door. you followed behind them before stopping when you saw eren coming up the stairs.

you saw the smile that graced his lips when his eyes landed on you. he was wearing a black shirt with a pair of black baggy jeans. his hair was tied back in his usual low bun and he smelled like cologne and a hint weed. his eyes were low and glossed over.

"hey" eren smiled , standing incredibly close to you. you could smell his cologne and a hint of weed on him, the combination was intoxicating "hi" you looked up at his eyes.

lana gave connie a look before leading him downstairs to leave you two alone. "i'm glad you made it" "yeah, i had to beg my mom to let me come, she doesn't trust jean"

eren blew air through his nose "nah i wouldn't trust him either" he watched you for a second. his eyes trailed over your body, admiring the way your top hugged you, and the shorts that showed off your slim dancer legs. you were somehow glowing, maybe it was something you were wearing. you smelled so good, like a mix of vanilla and strawberries. your hair was coily and down a little past your shoulders. your lips were outlined and glossy, god everything about you drew him in.

"you look good" he smiled, bottom lip between his teeth. "you do too" you sized him up, arms crossing.

"you wanna go get a drink or something?" he asked you. "sure, lead the way" you grinned.

he reached down to grab your hand, leading you downstairs. your heart beat a little bit faster, this is the most you've ever touched. you liked the feeling of your hand in his hand, it was a little bigger than yours and he had a ring on his middle finger. you watched the slight vein that peeked through under the watch on his wrist.

he reached both hands back behind him to lead you and weave through the crowd to the kitchen.

there were a few people in there, pouring shots and eating snacks. "what can i get you" he turned to look at you. "nothing too strong" was all you told him. he nod his head and grabbed a bottle of pink whitney "this more your speed?" he asked. "pink whitney does not fall under the category of 'nothing too strong'" you joked. "but sure" you said and he poured it in a shot glass.

he handed it to you and watched as you downed it in a few seconds. "you want another?" he asked you. "sure" you told him as he grabbed another shot glass for himself. "we'll do this one together" he poured the drink in the glasses.

he reached out for cheers as the two of you tapped the drinks on the table before shooting them back.

jean, connie, lana and armin joined you guys in the kitchen. they were currently passing around a blunt that jean had rolled. you noticed that eren was somehow even more touchy when he was high. you were sitting on one of the island stools while he sat next to you. his hand grazed your thigh, tracing random swirls over your skin with his fingers. he would rest his hand on the small of your back, stare you straight in the face while other people were talking.

as the night went on, you met with lana again before she dragged you into the crowd of people that were dancing in the living room. you wound up drinking more than you intended, solo cup on its second refill of tequila.

recently you've felt like you've been drowning in your day to day life. maybe tonight was a chance to drown in alcohol instead, letting it take over your body and let loose.

eren sat on the kitchen island with jean and watched from the kitchen counter for glimpses of you through the crowd. he watched how you whined your waist to the song playing. it was so interesting to see you like this, you're usually so laidback, he felt like he was seeing a new side of you.

he's watched you dance before, but this was different, your movements were more carefree, wild, and almost sensual.

somehow you made your way on the coffee table and the people around you began cheering as you danced. you were twisting your body and whirling your ass around. the crowd was now chanting your name.

as much as lana wanted to indulge in the fun, she knew if you sobered up and found out you did this, you'd be pissed at her for not stopping you.

she quickly ran over to eren "can you help me get y/n. she's on the coffee table dancing like crazy. can you come take her down? she's getting a little too drunk" lana told him. eren furrowed his eyebrows before nodding his head and following her.

he shoved through everyone to get to you, grabbing your legs and holding you in his arms by your thighs, taking you to the living room.

lana turned the kitchen stools around and eren sat you down on it. "how much did you even have to drink" eren chuckled. you giggled "not a lot-"

lana cut you off "way too much" you playfully shot your middle finger at her.

"alright so no more for you, time to sober up" eren rubbed the top of your head, grabbing the water he was drinking from earlier to hold it by your mouth.

"guess princess can get a little crazy too" jean laughed. "shut up" eren rolled his eyes. "you feeling okay?" he asked, bending his head to look at you. he put his hand on your shoulder and rubbed his thumb over your skin. "yeah i'm good" you smiled at him.

while you sobered up, eren and jean started a game of beer pong. you sat at the side of the table watching the game. soon - connie, lana, armin, mikasa, and marco joined the game.

right now it was connie vs armin and eren moved off to the side. you were watching them play until you looked up and saw eren staring back at you. he was leaned against the kitchen counter with his arms crossed in front of his chest.

you weren't sure if it was the alcohol but his stare felt so intense. he didn't look away when your eyes met his, instead his lips twisted into a slight smirk that someone that wasn't staring right at him would've missed. you trained your gaze on his, waiting to see who would break first. the alcohol in your system was making you a lot bolder.

he smiled with teeth, placing his bottom lip between his lips. he nod his head towards the back door before slipping away from the group. you smiled as you watch him leave, getting the hint, but you decided to make him wait a minute or two.

you looked down at your phone to see a "you coming?" text from him. you tapped on lana's shoulder to tell her you'd be right back and she nod her head, telling you to be careful. you opened the door to the back patio - there were plants, a couch with a coffee table in front of it, and string lights decorating it. you were surprised no one was out here, it was so pretty.

it was a little cold but you braved it.

eren was sitting on the couch and smiled when he saw you come out. he had a joint in his hand and he was laid back in a manspread position. "you smoke?" you asked him. "nah, not often. you?" he took an inhale off it, blowing the smoke out through his mouth. "no, i never have" you admitted. "do you want to?" you nod your head "sure" and walked over to join him on the couch.

you sat next to him wrapping one leg under the other and leaning against the cushion.

eren moved closer and turned to face you put the blunt in front of you and instructed you on how to properly inhale it. "you ready?" his voice was low and his hand was held in front of your mouth, eyes not leaving yours. you nod your head and you wrapped your lips around it, trying to follow what he told you.

you felt the smoke go straight to the back of your throat and immediately coughed. you bent forward coughing as eren pat your back. you could hear him laughing though, "you okay?" he asked once you were done. "yeah" your voice was shaking. "wait lemme do it again" you reached for it. "are you sure" he chuckled. you nod your head and he gave it to you, throwing his arm around the back of the couch behind you.

once you were comfortable, you sat there for a while just talking and passing it to each other. you could feel yourself getting a little high, or at least what you thought it felt like. eren's arm that was around the couch was now blatantly on your shoulder, his thumb rubbing circles across it. the tension between you two could be cut with a knife, his low red eyes never leaving yours unless it was to look down at your lips.

you were now aware of how close you were sitting - your leg was laying against his, the other still underneath you, knee rubbing his thigh. his arm was basically around you and you were so close you could almost feel when he exhaled.

you weren't sure who leaned in first, all you knew was your lips were on his. he leaned over to put the blunt on the little tray in front of him. your lips pecked against each other until his hand behind you came to hold the side of your face, pressing his body against yours.

you put your leg across his lap and his hand came down to hold your inner thigh, just below your shorts. the kiss went from soft to sloppy and needy. you placed your hand at the side of his neck, pulling him closer. his tongue slid into your mouth and you jumped a little, pulling away. you looked back at him and he only stared back at you, eyes needy like if he doesn't kiss you again he'd starve.

you pressed your lips back against his and his hand on your thigh rose higher, almost touching your crotch. just as he did that, lana came through the door. you pushed yourself off him and jumped to your feet.

"oh! sorry to interrupt" she smirked. "but y/n we have to go now! my mom just called to ask where we were" she told you, tossing your jacket at tou. "o-okay i'll be right behind you" you said as she turned around to leave.

"um well i've gotta go now" you told him, all of a sudden feeling awkward. "damn okay then, i'll try not to miss you too much" he smirked. "yeah yeah, bye" before you walked away though, he grabbed your arm to spin you around. he held your waist and pulled you into another kiss.

"y/n let's go!" lana yelled from in the house. "bye"  you giggled. "bye" he smiled at you. you turned to leave before bumping your hip into the table. you rubbed the spot and awkwardly smiled and waved at him as you turned to leave.

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Hello! I wanted to ask if you have fic recs for long Eruri fics that feature Eren/ eremika/ most of the cadets alongside the main Eruri part? I've read a few I loved (one where Levi is a fencing teacher and adopted eren and mikasa, and one set with them all being ballet dancers) and loved the group dynamic so much. Thank you!! ❤️

Hi Anon, I have to confess I'm not usually a huge fan of fics that feature the 104th and Eren, Mikasa and Armin, who I'm not desperately fond of, so I tend to avoid them. However! There are always exceptions to every rule and there are a few fics featuring the 104th and EMA which I adore.

Top of the list is all your demons and desires and dark sides by Carthage / @brightlyburning1. Eren, Mikasa and Armin are very much secondary characters here but I really like their characterisation and their role in the plot.

Living Things by IohannaFacTotum, @merkase is a zombie AU that features the 104th as soldiers, Erwin as their commander, Mike and Nanaba as officers, Hanji as the scientist they're sent to rescue and Levi as the hitch hiker they pick up along the way. I love the character dynamics and relationships in this fic, particularly among the veterans, but the 104th are great too. This fic is unfinished, but it's a great read and it ends at a really satisfying point.

Annihilation by @francisthegreat is another zombie AU that I love. Although it focuses on the burning intensity of Erwin and Levi's relationship, the 104th also feature. Eren, Mikasa and Armin appear first as nameless disembodied voices on the radio, which adds a really interesting layer to their characterisations.

Pledge and Datura by @ellabesmirched are both great ensemble fics and I can also highly recommend Search and Rescue by @world-war-eruri, which is a really original Sirens AU.

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OH MY GOD I LOVED YOUR HEADCANONS POST ON WHAT THE CHARACTERS PERSONALITIES WOULD BE LIKE IN MODERN DAY! WHAT HOBBIES DO YOU THINK THEY WOULD HAVE TOO?

wow thank you so much!! it really means a lot :)) also thanks for the suggestion!! <3

Eren:

- tbh, I can see Eren as a hardcore gamer. not just because he's an angry soul but I can see him needing something to release his angst and stress, therefore I think fast-paced, fairly simple gaming would work the trick for him.

Mikasa:

- ahh mikasa is amazing at embroidery seeing as her mum taught her at a young age.

- she uses it to escape the moment and take her mind off the day, usually getting carried away and designing an entire display of perfectly stitched artwork.

Armin:

- I feel like Armin really loves to read. not just because he's canonically a nerd, but I also think he reads to feed into his wild imagination.

- Armin definitely has bedtime scenarios he creates based off books.

Jean:

- not only is Jean good at art, I can also see him being amazing at singing- although he never does it in front of anyone.

- his voice is very gravelly- like something you'd hear in modern rock. if you're close with him, he might mumble a quiet tune whilst the two of you chill.

Connie:

- I can definitely see Connie playing the guitar.

- when there's people around he'll get nervous and just play 'wonderwall' for the jokes, but when he's alone he'll play a lot more advanced, serious songs and simply get lost in the music.

Sasha:

- we all know Sasha is great at archery, but in modern times I can't really see that being her thing. instead I reckon she's an awesome swimmer.

- she's probably won a bunch of races and entered loads of competitions but she doesn't take it too seriously therefore nobody's aware of her hobby.

Reiner:

- aside from working out, I feel like Reiner has a lot of unresolved issues in his head therefore he does a lot of meditation to wind down before bed.

- he's never told anyone except bertholdt (whether that's a romantic or platonic bond, you can decide).

Bertholdt:

- I definitely headcanon Bertholdt being into tenis like I mentioned in my last post. I can also see him doing golfing since it's a lot more chill and he likes to have a balance.

Annie:

- I think on the most part, Annie being a fighter as a hobby makes a lot of sense and I reckon she'd definitely take part in some form of martial art.

- on the other hand, I can also see her needing a calmer, more peaceful hobby on the sidelines therefore I believe she'd play the piano when she's alone.

Erwin:

- I would love to say erwin has a not-so grandpa-like hobby however I can't shake the aching truth of him being invested in collecting stamps.

- he 100% has a book just filled with stamps from various decades and different areas.

- he takes a lot of pride in his collection as hange and levi have had a full briefing on the backstory of every single stamp he owns.

Levi:

- It may sound a bit of a reach however I can totally see Levi volunteering at an animal shelter of sorts.

- I've put some thought into this one and came to the conclusion that he's an animal person. he thinks animals are so much better than humans and if he could, he would stay at the shelter all day simply venting to the animals- they never interrupt, judge or try to understand, they're simply there to listen and he appreciates that more than anything.

Hange:

- Hange would 100% love to travel and learn about different cultures.

- They love the sheer thrill of experiencing new things and seeing different sights therefore they would probably choose to backpack across countries instead of going on proper holidays. it allows them to experience everything so much more authentically and realistically.

Historia:

- I think Historia is such a poetic-minded individual since her entire childhood had been formed through literature. with that being said I think she'll love to write.

- she was completely inspired by novels at a young age and would give anything to allow others to experience the same wonder she felt at the time.

Ymir:

- Ymir would absolutely love competitive sport. I can ultimately see her playing football (or soccer...whatever floats your boat.)

- she enjoys the thrill and pressure of the match. (she also likes the cheerleaders but we won't get into that).

Hitch:

- I definitely see Hitch being a dancer, and no, not just tiktok dancing.

- I think she'll enjoy doing contemporary dance styles like ballet and slow dancing since it's her way of venting the tougher emotions she keeps bottled up.

Pieck:

- Pieck is a plant mother.

- there's no explanation for this one, she just owns an entire habitat of plants. (she has names for each and every one of them and may or may not bawl her eyes out when one of them dies).

Porco:

- Porco is definitely a rugby lad.

- ramming into people and knocking them off their feet with sheer bodily force is his form of therapy. it also gives him a lot of confidence in himself which he wouldn't have if he'd never taken up sport in general.

Onyankopon:

- Onyankopon is a pro at chess and you cannot change my mind.

- I can see him being amazing at strategy games since he loves to put his mind to work in a competitive style.

Yelena:

- eat, sleep, worship zeke.

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AkuRoku BigBang 2022 Conclusion

Happy AkuRoku Day everyone! We are thrilled to finally unveil all the hard work our participants have put into their projects over the past 7 months. 

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Fine Feathers: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41004672/chapters/102764637 This story features beautiful art by @Eren Auditore *Twitter) illustrating @absinthemadness​ ‘s story about Axel, a ballet dancer, and Roxas, a pianist with a secret. One-sided enemies to lovers. What's not to love?

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The Firefighter Nextdoor: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41005893 Here is a wonderful story written by @starpagenotes *Twitter) and lovingly illustrated by @gh0stteaart With a firefighter next door, what could go wrong when your kitchen catches fire?

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Three Days: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41005785/chapters/102767388 There are always some among us, who dares to dream big. 'Three Days', is illustrated and written by participants who have elected to stay anonymous. This Dead Dove; Do Not Eat story includes a lot of titillating kinks. Give it a chance if you dare and please check the tags.

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The Heart Reflected: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41003178/chapters/102760326 This is a fantasy story by @XYZmob (Twitter), following Roxas on his journey to regain his memories. It is illustrated by adorable art from @Hilumiaa (Twitter) and we hope you will enjoy it all if you choose to read and view  it.

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Kids Will Be Skeletons: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41004834/chapters/102765051 This is  is a heartwarming coming of age story written by @vento-di-fata​ and gorgeously  illustrated by @gh0stteaart​ ‘s skillful hands.

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