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[voxofthevoid]

Skirtfic Wednesday #3—and the last one!

"Gojou in a dress" ended up being Gojou in a skirt and then half a dress and then a full schoolgirl get-up, and the fic itself turned into a whole 18k across 4 chapters...even after I scrapped the initial intercrural+intergluteal sex scenes that birthed this plot bunny.

Instead, there's some dick stepping, a whole lot of tit groping, and gratuitous cocksucking. You're getting none of that today though.

“Aren’t we having fun,” Gojou murmurs, his amusement gaining back its usual edge. “So tell me, Yuuji—what am I wearing?”

“Stockings,” Yuuji blurts out.

“And?”

“A skirt.”

“What else?”

“Uh, a shirt?”

“Almost there. Aren’t you missing something?”

“I don’t—” Yuuji freezes, equally hopeful and wary. His palms are still pressed to the stockings, but the insides of his forearms are brushing the skirt. There can’t be more than a few centimeters of bare skin between them.

But there’s a part of Gojou that he hasn’t touched.

Yuuji swallows a question, sliding his hands back up instead. They find the hem of the skirt—and slip under.

More warm skin molds itself against his palms, and Yuuji realizes he’s gripping way too hard. He tries to ease it, but it’s hard to think about anything except how Gojou’s skin gets hotter and softer the further up he goes, and he knows it’s not much, what with how short the skirt is, but it still feels like an eternity passes before his fingers touch more fabric.

Yuuji groans, a thousand violent hungers bursting to life in the pit of his belly.

“There we go.” Gojou sounds obscenely satisfied. “What’ve you found now?”

Underwear, Yuuji could say and it’d be right—but Gojou would make him pay for it, wouldn’t he? He’s that kind of mean.

“Panties,” Yuuji rasps. “You’re wearing panties.”

“I am,” Gojou practically purrs. “All for you, Yuuji.”

Yuuji shudders, and the hand on his nape clamps tighter like it’s trying to hold him together. “I want to see. Sensei, please—”

“Such a polite boy,” Gojou teases. “Alright.”

The blindfold is gone before Yuuji can react, plucked right off his face. The light makes him wince but not much. When Gojou blindfolded him, there was only the dying natural light coming from the windows, but now those are curtained. The room is lit up soft and gold—overhead lights that are definitely not there in the guest room.

Gojou’s golden too, the light and his soft smile sanding off all his edges.

And Yuuji likes him the way he usually is, but he likes this too.

He throws his arms around Gojou’s neck and kisses him full on the mouth.

There’s no resistance, only that smile widening until it opens up, turning the kiss wet and hot, and Gojou’s mouth still tastes sweet, but the flavor’s changed—probably the candy he had on the drive back here. It’s still better on Gojou’s tongue than it’d ever be straight out of the wrapper, and Yuuji finds himself pushing up to his maximum height and straining closer and closer, every cell in his body urging him to climb into this man, and Gojou holds him tighter too, pressing them together from lips to hips. A part of Yuuji’s still screaming about the clothes Gojou’s wearing—the ones Yuuji didn’t even really look at in the end.

Gojou breaks the kiss, licking his lips. His thumb swipes over Yuuji’s bottom lip, coming away glistening.

“Hungry thing,” Gojou murmurs, “aren’t you?”

Yuuji can only pant for air.

It’s Gojou who takes a step back, slipping out of Yuuji’s arms. He doesn’t go far, barely putting a few feet between them before spreading his arms and arching an eyebrow at Yuuji.

“Well?” he asks. “Am I to your tastes?”

“Yes.”

Gojou laughs at the vehemence of Yuuji’s reply, but he sounds pleased. Looks it too, from the curl of his mouth to the gleam in his eyes. This light is doing unfairly pretty things to them, bringing out shades of blue Yuuji didn’t know existed.

Maybe that’s because of the clothes too. Gojou’s dressed almost like a schoolgirl—plain white shirt with a collar, pleated blue–black skirt. But no way would those sheer, silky stockings pass any kind of school regulations. They’re just too…sexy. Bare legs would look more modest somehow.

“My eyes are up here, you know.”

Yuuji gapes incredulously. “You want me to look!”

Gojou pulls a surprised face. “That’s a serious accusation, Yuuji. Are you calling me easy?”

“Sensei, c’mon,” Yuuji sighs. “Don’t play games.”

“But they’re so fun,” Gojou says with a pout, which twists into a toothy grin. “You’re fun.”

“To tease, you mean.”

“That,” Gojou admits shamelessly. “But in many other ways too. Come closer and I’ll let you show me a few.”

Any thoughts of refusing Yuuji may have had die a fiery death when Gojou holds out an arm, fingers curled in a come-hither motion. Yuuji stumbles forward, reaching for that hand, and he’s allowed to catch it and keep it, and then Gojou’s walking backward and tugging Yuuji with him, closer and closer to the sprawling bed that’s clearly bigger than even the one in the guest room, and he must decide that’s not enough of an assault on Yuuji’s sanity because his free hand plucks at the first button of his tight white shirt—and the next and the next.

A little V opens up, exposing bulging muscles and bruised skin. The shirt was already stretched tight across Gojou’s chest, but the unbuttoning only seems to make his flesh even more eager to burst free, his pecs straining against the fabric and bunching up together at the middle. It’s like—

Cleavage, Yuuji thinks a little hysterically.

He stumbles, but Gojou just pulls him mercilessly forward. And he doesn’t stop even when the back of his knees hit the bed, and he doesn’t do anything as normal as sit down either, instead falling on the mattress with enough force to make him bounce on it, once and then twice, finally settling with a violent ripple of the baby-blue bedsheets.

Yuuji, he realizes, didn’t fall with him because Gojou had let go of his hand in the nick of time. It’s still stretched out, his fingers curled forlornly in thin air.

“Sensei?”

“Closer,” Gojou beckons.

Yuuji sways closer—and is stopped by the foot that flattens itself against his chest.

Hey, he thinks, this already happened.

Gojou seems intent on repeating it though, his foot sliding down Yuuji’s chest, slow but sure, every second of pressure a taunt as mean as the grin that’s made its way back onto Gojou’s mouth, and Yuuji knows where it’s headed, he knows what will happen afterward—he lived it all and dreamed of it too, all in the course of less than a day.

There are differences too. The foot sliding achingly down his torso is clothed in sheer white instead of bare. The angle has made the skirt peel back almost all the way from the offending leg, exposing that thigh almost to the crease.

And this time, in the forbidden dark between Gojou’s legs, there’s a flash of blue.

Yuuji grabs Gojou’s ankle and yanks it away from where it was digging into his underbelly, pushing it to the side to spread Gojou well and open.

“Yuuji-kun,” Gojou gasps, mock scandalized, “is that how you treat a girl?”

Yuuji takes a moment out of staring at the lacy blue panties to blink up at Gojou. “But, sensei, you’re not a girl.”

Gojou snorts. “Clearly, but that’s your type, hm? A tall woman with a big ass.”

There’s something very weird about hearing that from Gojou’s mouth, even though he’s definitely talked dirtier to Yuuji.

“Yeah,” Yuuji says dubiously, “but why are you bringing that up now?”

“A real mystery,” Gojou deadpans. Then he cocks his head, his fringe resettling over his eyes in new, insanity-inducing ways. “Well, I am tall. Good ass too, if I say so myself. And you did seem quite into these.”

Gojou punctuates that with his hands over his pecs, gripping tight and heaving like he’s weighing imaginary breasts.

Yuuji’s cock is trying really hard to poke a hole in his pants.

“Sensei,” Yuuji rasps, “that looks—”

“It could be enough for you to pretend, if you’re desperate.” Gojou lets go of his tits, folding his arms under them instead; it looks too stern for the lewd sprawl of his body. “Is that what you’re doing, Yuuji?”

It takes Yuuji a long second to figure out what Gojou’s asking—what he’s been saying all this time.

“Huh? No. You’re a man. Why would I pretend you’re a woman?”

“Why indeed,” Gojou muses, his tone casual but his eyes sharp. “Alright. I wouldn’t dare doubt my cute little student.”

“That sounds a little—”

The rest of Yuuji’s words slip back down his throat to heat up his lungs as Gojou reaches down and lifts his skirt, fingers pinched around the hem with perverse delicacy.

Despite the lacework, the panties are wide and thick, easily containing the impressive bulge underneath.

“Show me then,” Gojou says, “how you’d fuck a man.”

[lovelikeghostsmp3]

[rcbdo]

saving grace - chapter 1

levi ackerman x f!original character

masterlist

word count: 2,099

It was a beautiful day in Trost; the sky was a clear blue, painted with soft, fluffy clouds. The weather was the best it had been in weeks, the chill and rain of spring giving way to the balmy start of summer. Rays of light streamed onto the cobblestone streets as the sun crested over Wall Rose, the 50-meter surround that protected what remained of humanity. The city’s denizens were in good spirits, excited to celebrate the graduation of the 104th Training Corps cadets. 

It was also the morning that the Survey Corps regiment, also known as the Scouts, would leave for their 56th expedition; a mission to explore the world beyond the walls. While their returns were often met with grief and hostility, their departures offered an undeniable optimism. Their insignia, the “Wings of Freedom,” symbolized the hope of mankind. The hope that their dedication, research, and sacrifice would change the world. That one day the monsters outside of the walls, known as titans, would be defeated and their homelands reclaimed.

Soldiers were gathered outside of the city’s military headquarters, their forest green capes stark against the gray cobblestone streets. They completed their last minute checks with practiced efficiency, preparing for the long journey ahead. Some gazed skyward, smiling at the auspicious conditions.

It was the perfect day for an expedition.

Except for the fact that Grace felt like shit.

She had been plagued by a cough for several weeks, one that had not improved with treatments offered by the medics in their regiment. At the insistence of a certain captain, she was ordered to follow-up with a physician at Trost headquarters. There, she had been diagnosed with acute bronchitis, and promptly put on bed rest. 

Grace had hoped that a few days of care would allow her to recover in time for the expedition; she hadn’t missed a single one in the years she had been a Scout. The thought of not being there for her comrades, laying in a comfortable bed while they put their lives on the line, made her stomach turn.

She should have been outside with her squad. Instead, she was confined to the medical bay, sullenly listening to her section commander excuse her from duty. She had to crane her neck up to look at him, his astonishing height even more pronounced as she lay in bed.

“Got it?” he prompted, “The doctor says you should be clear for light activity by the time we get back. Don’t push yourself.”

“I’m feeling better, though,” Grace tried, offering a partial truth. “I could avoid combat and just help with—”

Mid-sentence her traitorous body was overcome by another coughing fit. While they were becoming less frequent, they still sounded wet and horrible. Her commander stepped across the room to pour a glass of water, allowing her a moment to overcome the sudden hacking.

“—supplies,” Grace finished dejectedly, taking the offered drink.

The returning look from her leader made his answer clear; no. Grace sighed, taking a sip and leaning back against the headboard. “It was worth a shot.”

“You know the rules, kid,” he replied firmly, “and you know you’re not an exception.”

“I know. I just don’t like being left behind,” Grace admitted.

Her commander’s eyes softened at her confession. “You need rest,” he explained. “We can’t afford the risk if you’re not at your best.”

Grace nodded. “Yes, sir,” she responded.

“Nobody’s leaving you behind. We’ll be back,” he added, offering a gentle reassurance to ease Grace’s unspoken worry. That she would lose someone forever and be powerless to stop it.

“You’ll be back,” Grace affirmed, refusing to acknowledge any other outcome. She opened her mouth to make a request, but was interrupted by a knock.

“Section Commander Miche,” a dark-haired soldier announced from the room’s entrance, “Commander Erwin says we move out in 15 minutes.”

“Thanks, Tomas. I’ll be down in a moment,” Miche answered.

“Feel better,” the soldier, one of Grace’s squad mates, said, offering her a small wave before leaving. Grace lifted her hand in return but he was already gone, the loud clanking of his gear echoed down the quiet hallway.

Grace shifted in bed to face Miche, forcing a small smile. “Good luck out there. Tell Nanaba and Lynne I’ll make it up to them next time,” she said, referring to the friendly competition between their squad. It was men versus women; whichever group had the most titan kills earned free drinks for a night. Gelgar, the heaviest drinker by far, would be thrilled by the serendipitous odds.

“I’ll pass along the message,” Miche replied with a smirk, taking a few steps forward. Grace looked up at him as he placed his large hand on top of her head, ruffling her hair. A familiar gesture, one that started back in Grace’s youth. “Be good, kid. Maybe get a haircut while you’re at it. It’s getting a bit long.”

Grace raised her brows, picking up the ends of her golden hair between her fingers. It had grown down to her shoulders, which was indeed longer than she usually kept it.

“You’re one to talk,” she scoffed, eyes pointed to Miche’s shaggy, dark blonde tresses. 

He snorted, tousling her hair once more. “Get some rest. We’ll see you when we get back.” As he stepped away, Grace offered a salute. Her right hand formed a fist, fingers resting over her heart; her left arm behind her back.

Miche stopped, snapping into a salute in return before exiting. The action was unnecessary, as superiors were not required to salute those with lower ranks. But Miche Zacharius was a kind and capable leader. He was a quiet man who fought fiercely and had an eerily keen sense of smell. He respected his squad just as much as they respected him, and Grace was honored to be a member.

A few moments after Miche’s departure, a nurse arrived with a tonic to help with her cough. Grace couldn’t help but grimace at the tangy, medicinal taste. She offered her thanks, then was left alone. Settling back into the bed, she gazed out the window across the room, watching a small flock of birds fly over the wall. She envied those creatures and their ability to see the world, unobstructed and unafraid.

A solitary bell tolled in the distance, signaling the opening of the gate. Once raised, Commander Erwin would rally the troops and lead them into Wall Maria territory. To try and establish another stronghold leading to Shiganshina and its ruined outer gate. 

Grace took a deep breath, wishing for all those that she cared about to return safe and sound.

Grace was jarred awake by the sound of a sharp crack, her body bolting upright out of instinct. At first, she was confused; there were no storm clouds in sight. She couldn’t have slept long, as the sky was still bright and cheery.

The realization hit her as suddenly as the earth shattering boom. She threw back the sheets and scrambled across the room. The ground beneath her shook, even halfway across the city.

“No-no-no,” Grace shuddered. “Not again. Please, no.”

Her body trembled as she gripped the window ledge. All she could see was smoke billowing from atop the wall. She willed herself not to panic, not until she had visual confirmation. Section Commander Hange mentioned the cadets were being put to work cleaning the wall canons; it had to be some kind of accident. She hoped it was just a training exercise gone wrong.

But as the haze lifted, her hopes were shattered. She gasped, taking a step back from the window. For in the distance, she was faced with her worst nightmare. A giant, grotesque face loomed over the wall, devoid of skin. It was a face that Grace knew all too well, yet had never laid eyes on.

The Colossal Titan.

The outer gate had been breached, and she knew what would happen next. 

The brazen bell tolls startled her into action, a signal for everyone to evacuate the city. Grace rushed to the bedside drawer that held the belts for her omni-directional mobility, or ODM, gear. She deftly slid the complex straps across her legs and torso. Once paired with grappling hooks and blades, she could soar through the air to combat the oncoming slew of titans.

For all of the Scout’s expeditions and research, much was still unknown about the humanoid creatures. The one, well-established fact was their insatiable hunger for human beings. Without a barrier, they would pour into the city and devour anyone in their path.

Walls Maria, Rose, and Sina had protected the populace for over a hundred years. Until five years ago, when two new Titans demolished all their notions of safety. First, the Colossal appeared, kicking down Shiganshina’s outer gate. As the district fell victim to the titans’ onslaught, the Armored Titan charged through the inner gate. Together they cleared a path straight into the circuit of Wall Maria, then vanished completely.

It was a massacre. Twenty percent of humanity perished, and Grace was still plagued by the aftermath. There were few veterans left who survived the weeks of culling and failed migrations. But worst of all, was the effort to reclaim Wall Maria. The newly promoted Commander Erwin had no choice but to accept the Royal Government’s order. The Scout Regiment led 250,000 untrained civilians back into Wall Maria territory; only 200 of them returned. The mission was an utter failure, rumored to have been a purposeful extermination.

However, not all hope was lost. Mankind learned from their failures. They built new weapons, created additional safeguards, and trained even harder. They had hoped this day would never come, but prepared for it nevertheless.

As Grace raced downstairs to don the rest of her gear, she honed her fear into focus. She had to be careful, especially since she wasn’t feeling her best. She was thankful for the tonic she had just taken, and hoped it would get her through the next few hours. Even the smallest mistake around titans could be lethal.

Soldiers who were fully equipped ran past her, making their way to the courtyard for orders. Shouts filled the air, but nobody addressed Grace directly. Amidst the clamor, she was able to glean some information. The gate and all nearby wall cannons were destroyed. The Colossal Titan disappeared again. The Advanced Team had been deployed. No sign of the Armored Titan. 

Each fact added to Grace’s building dread. She felt unsettled, realizing she was the lone Scout amongst a horde of Garrison and Military Police. All of her comrades, her friends and family—those best equipped to help battle against the horrors to come—were hours outside of the city limits.

She knew this attack was not a coincidence. Targeting the gate—the only weak point in the wall—a second time was curious. Demolishing the cannons was suspicious. But the timing was unquestionable.

Grace was a skilled chess player. It was a game her father had taught to her brother, who in turn taught to her. Strategy was not her strength, but she was intuitive. She could sense the opening tactics, yet the pathway was still shrouded in mystery. The only way to know the game she was playing would be to set foot on the board.

With her resolve steeled, Grace hurried through the dim storeroom to locate the rest of her equipment. After attaching the housing cylinder at her lower back and the scabbards against her thighs, she jogged towards the large gas cylinders. She passed by two young cadets, almost taken aback by their youthful appearance. The boy was clearly trying to reassure the girl, and something in Grace’s heart ached. She wished she could help them—offer words of encouragement—but there was no time.

She swiftly filled two canisters of gas and secured them atop her scabbards, then made towards the courtyard. As she rushed back up the stairs, she cursed the shortness of her breath. She would have to be mindful of her stamina, if that was even possible.

This was it, she thought. Another turning point for humanity. The Scouts had not reached Shiganshina in time to help its citizens, but she would be damned if she let the same devastation happen again in Trost. She would make every second count; leave everything on the battlefield. Whether she lived or died didn’t matter, she was simply a pawn in the infantry. Though the thought of leaving behind those she loved was painful, Grace was ready for whatever path unfolded before her.

next: chapter 2

[ruins-of-babylon]

Harry Potter Masterlist:

Blaise Zabini

Draco Malfoy

Lorenzo Berkshire

Mattheo Riddle

Pansy Parkinson

Theodore Nott

Tom Riddle

All of them!

[generalsdiary]

you brought your partner a flower bouquet. it isn’t something they often receive, and you felt a desire to change that. being a solemn, thoughtful person after thanking you they said;

“yes… it is sad that I’ll have to watch them die.” “they started dying the moment they were picked. kind of like humans, from the age of 25 their bodies officially begin to die.” upon hearing your words they look back at you, sharing a knowing look. “that is too short. I…” they clench their jaw for a moment. “humans have too short of a life span. we- I will find a way” soft, whispered words flowing between you two like a breeze on an early spring morning.

depending on the context behind their words, that perhaps brought you joy, that your loved one would go above and beyond to have as much time as possible with you. or it filled you with fear, knowing their history with such ways of life manipulation.

“no matter how much time we have, we will be alright. I cherish every moment I get with you. and once I’m gone-“

“please don’t say that.” their voice fell to a broken whisper. noticing the change in their body language, you moved closer, cupping their face, and matching their quiet tone you said, “let’s stay in the present. I’m right here, living and breathing. focus on me, on my heart,” you take their hand and place their palm on your chest. “on how it beats for you. for us.”

Dan Heng, Jingliu, Blade, Dan Feng, Neuvillette, Xiao, Wanderer, Scaramouche, Capitano

divider cr: @saradika

[m1ckeyb3rry]

Series Synopsis: A series of (mostly) unrelated one shots, featuring Oliver Aiku somehow getting involved with the love lives of various Blue Lock characters — whether he wants to or not.

SHOEI BAROU | AO3

SAE ITOSHI | AO3

TABITO KARASU | AO3

REO MIKAGE | AO3

SEISHIRO NAGI | AO3

EITA OTOYA | AO3

KENYU YUKIMIYA | AO3

OLIVER AIKU | AO3

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[cherryberry-sugarandspice]

Master list of this sexy daddy 😋🤤

Fluff:

Something cute 💕 Husband 💕 King of Aftercare

Smut:

Sugar Daddy 🤤 Neighbor 🤤 Pleasure 🤤 Drabble 🤤 Drabble 2 🤤 Drabble 3

[taintandviolent]

For the ask prompt game:

"Don't say that" w Kit Walker

tw: infertility, angst, brief smut.

Kit opened the door, setting his coat down on the chair nearest to it. You felt him searching for you, felt his eyes scanning over the small of your back and the curve of your ass. His heavy steps echoed in the small house as he made his way over to you. Wordlessly, your hand moved in circles, sudsing up a plate. 

His warm chest pressed against your back and Kit began peppering little kisses along the nape of your neck. Knowing what was coming next, you immediately felt petulant and stiffened as you continued to meticulously scrub at the dishes. It wasn’t that you didn’t love Kit – you did, with everything you had. It was just that he wanted something you didn’t, and something that you’d never ever be able to give him. Still, he tried, thinking that his potent virility would puncture your insufferable, sterile womb. 

“Miss me, baby?” 

“Sure I did. I always miss you when you’re gone, Kit.”

“Mmmmfff –” His words disappeared into your skin. 

His large, warm hands explored your plush hips, squeezing the flesh hard. Teeth clenched, you bit back your words. They continued to venture further, into the crease of your thigh, heading straight for your cunt. His middle and ring finger moved together, caressing the slit. His whisperings were hot on your ear, his breath rushing down over your neck. “I wanna’ fill you up, baby.” 

“Oh, Kit - stop it!” You twisted your body away from him, furiously scrubbing at the pan.

Kit’s eyes softened, searching for a glimmer of sarcasm, of joviality. He found nothing but hardness. “Sugah’, don’t…” 

“No! Kit!” You threw the pan down, the sound of it clattering in the sink startling him. “ I’m tired of ignoring the elephant in the room. It makes me sick!” 

“Baby, listen,” he shushed, his hands clamping onto the sides of your arms. He rubbed the flesh there, trying to pacify you. He hadn’t meant anything by his casual remark, he was just trying to get you in the mood. After a long day, all he wanted was to have you to his own. As any man would. 

Bracing yourself on the sink, you leaned over it, watching as the suds sloshed back and forth, tiny bubbles popping. Tears welled up in your eyes, stinging the corners. You hadn’t wanted to cry today, you were so tired of feeling this – every time he came onto you, the worry was in the back of your mind. Finally, you turned to him and spoke, struggling to keep your voice steady. 

“Kit, you know damn well that filling me up isn’t going to do anything. And even if it did, you know how I feel about that. I’m broken. I’m broken and you know it.”

“You’re not broken, sugah’ - there ain’t a damn thing wrong with ya’.” 

“Maybe I ought to go to Briarcliff. Maybe if they fry my brain long enough, it’ll fix me”  

“Don’t say that.” He squared his shoulders. “Don’t say that.”

[cepheusgalaxy]

Febuwhump day 16 — Eaten alive

I took some liberties with the concept lmao. Not as literal as it could but also not nearly as metaphorical either. Oops

CW: Dubcon blood drinking, vampire carewhumper

Totsuka knocked on the door.

“Come in,” she heard, said by a light voice laced with velvet. A voice she’d come to know all too well.

She gulped down the dread and grabbed the silver knob of the too-heavy mahogany doors, breathing in and out twice to control her quivers as she opened them.

Noa’s room was, as always, breathtaking.

As Totsuka stepped in, leaving behind the dark hall and bare feet touching soft carpet instead of the hard marble floors, a haven of pure blue revealed itself in front of her. Not only from the large bed and curtains, hanging from the nauseously tall ceiling, or from the intricate arabesques painted on every column of the walls in every shade she could imagine—but also from the blue evening sky drawing an impossible illustration behind the large open windows, mountains and the lake standing out against the golden rays of the sun starting to set and the few gray clouds lazily watching over the landscape.

In the center of all, was the owner of the chambers.

Noa Izabella was laying down with her back to the soft cerulean blankets, silky and thin hair too light and flowy to even hold any form, spread like water from a river between layers of pillows. She had her eyes closed, a leg bent over the other, a faint smile dancing on her lips. Noa took in the golden light from the candles and chandelier above them as if she was a hippo bathing idly in the sunlight.

Tot tried to stop her body from trembling. The room wasn’t nearly as warm as she’d have wanted.

Well. Not like her own was any better.

“Lily,” her voice was like cotton, soft and light. “You are late.”

She didn’t answer.

“Are you going to keep me waiting in there?”

Totsuka forced herself to take another deep breath and walk towards the bed, reaching behind the transparent curtains and sitting on it. She sank into the texture, trying not to whimper. It was so soft. God, what would she not give to touch that mattress all day long.

Noa’s hand grabbed her chin, a feline smile on her lips.

Her stomach dropped and she braced himself.

“By Bhura, you are dirty,” she scolded, brushing a bit of dirt off her cheek. Noa’s eyes trailed over her, tangled mane of hair braided a bit messy down her neck, black simple clothes the only thing she was allowed and barely hiding any of her scars. Totsuka looked away, suppressing a flinch. God, she hated it when Noa called her. “I should tell Papa to let you clean yourself every now and then.”

“Your papa wouldn’t allow me more than a shower twice a week, milady,” she replied, mocking, still avoiding Noa’s gaze. A second of silence. And then she giggled.

“Well, if that is what you think,” she mumbled, pulling Tot’s face closer to her own, noses touching. Totsuka shoved her nausea down, heat spreading over her cheeks and ears fluttering. Noa closed her eyes and drew closer.

Her other hand pulled the collar of Totsuka’s shirt away and nuzzled her face in there.

Totsuka braced herself, squeezing her eyes shut.

Pain irradiated through her body, and Totsuka felt fangs sinking deep into her neck, marking it with a sharp sting. Despiste herself, her whimpers made their way out of her mouth, crying out. Noa’s hand muffled her.

The soft fur of whatever animal she was wearing today brushed softly against Totsuka’s thin clothes when Noa leaned in closer, taking deep sips of her blood and holding Tot’s body close like a limp doll. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. She bit them down.

Totsuka couldn’t move. When Noa fed like this, she could never move. All her world was focused on the single spot where her fangs met her neck and the agony that washed down her body, engulfing her like a hellish blanket or water closing around her body as she drowned—pain lacing each drop of blood that was sucked out of her body, the girl enjoying Totsuka’s whimpering and trembling form like a banquet.

Noa’s mouth pulled out. Totsuka panted, eyes having opened without her meaning them to. Her chest rose up and down, unable to control her breathing, and she felt a hand drawing comforting circles on her back.

Noa drew the hand muzzling her away, petting her hair.

Totsuka failed to suppress a sob, movement starting to return to her body. The hand still caressed her, heavy and soothing. But cold. Always cold.

“You’re so sweet,” Noa said, sounding satisfied. Happy. Totsuka shoved the envy out of her mind. Happy because of her. Her face still shoved in the crook of her neck. “I could eat you all day.”

Totsuka closed her eyes, gritting her teeth.

“And Reo?”

“Reo what?” Noa sounded confused, head turning. Totsuka felt weak, the bloodloss getting to her. She let herself melt into Noa’s embrace.

“You’re still gonna give him the... ‘privileges’, right?” She mumbled, eyes hardly open as her hand patted her head, fingers wandering between her tangled curls.

She heard a smile into Noa’s voice.

“Oh, that.” She drew her face away, lifting both hands to cup Totsuka’s cheeks. She suppressed a shiver. Noa’s eyes were sharp and beautiful—she didn’t like to admit it, but it was no use to try and deny it—staring deep into her own like a hungry tiger. Her fangs flashed behind the grin. “I never break my promises, Totsuka. You and him will get all you deserve.”

Totsuka dropped her gaze. Her vision still swayed.

Noa pulled her again, now holding her face into her own shoulder. Totsuka grunted in surprise. Noa’s short fingers traced the twin punctures on the side of Tot’s neck, taking a yelp out of her.

Shit. She bit a lip.

It hurt.

In a second, the girl’s teeth were stabbing into her again, like a needle pricking into silk.

Totsuka’s vision faded out.

febuwhump masterlist || taglist: @whumpinthepot || @febuwhump

[therealblaineblainee]

Santana Lopez- ✨Incorrect Tweets✨

Pt.1 Pt.2

(Some incorrect tweets for the original, canon lesbian icon because i love her so much. She is who i want to be when I'm older and i stand by the idea that her socials are just a more public and humiliating place for her to bully people. She's just a queen like that.)

[voxofthevoid]

I'm writing Gojou tiddies and being exceptionally calm and sane and normal about it, as always.

He likes the way his fingers sink through a thin layer of fat to dig into sculpted muscles, and he likes how Gojou’s chest spills out from between and around his fingers, even though his hands aren’t exactly small.

He likes the mouthwatering pink of his nipples and the slightly darker skin around them. They’re cute and small—the only part of Gojou’s chest that’s small.

He grabs as much as he can and squeezes so hard that his own chest twinges in pain, and even Gojou grunts, his body shifting restlessly against Yuuji’s—and rocking back against his cock, maybe—but he doesn’t push Yuuji away or even try to break free, and then Yuuji uncurls his fingers, cursing under his breath at how the bloodless imprints of his fingers flush bright, carving violent pink handprints on Gojou’s tits.

He touches them reverently, ghosting his fingertips along them and the overlapping marks all over Gojou’s chest. Gojou doesn’t make a single sound, but Yuuji’s burningly aware of that lashing blue gaze.

He thumbs a perky nipple. The flesh around it jiggles just a little. Then he catches it and its twin between two fingers each, gentle at first and then not, clamping his fingers tight until the sliver of flesh between them feels crushed and hot, and they’re still that sweet pink when he lets go, but he thinks they look a little puffier.

Yuuji licks his lips and plucks at the nipples. There’s more cute jiggling. He pinches them between the pads of his thumbs and the knuckles of his index fingers, tugging and rolling and just holding them.

Then he pulls.

Gojou moans.

[mysticum-draconis]

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓖𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓱

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥, "𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘎𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬! 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘚𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘕𝘪𝘤𝘬!" 🎅

Not exactly the right quote with the right image, but it seemed to fit better.

I drew this in December of 2022, copying a still from How the Grinch Stole Christmas! (1966) Christmas special, narrated by Boris Karloff.

Although I didn't think so at the time, this is probably the best thing I drew in 2022. I'm still pretty pleased with how it came out, although now I would’ve coloured him with felt-tip or brush pens, to get the smoother, 2D cartoon look. I don't care much for the grainy, pencil look I ended up getting here.

HB mechanical pencil and Lyra colouring pencils on 160 gsm paper.

Closeup below cut.

Please don’t use or repost here or on other websites without credit or permission, thanks 🙏

Dividers: @/saradika-graphics

[rcbdo]

saving grace - chapter 2

levi ackerman x f!original character

chapter 1 - masterlist

word count: 4,100

Orders were being given as Grace entered the central courtyard of the Trost military headquarters. Dozens of soldiers stood at attention in neat, orderly lines facing towards the staircase. With their backs turned to her, Grace took in the red roses embroidered on the backs of their jackets, the insignia of the Garrison regiment. With this many troops congregated together, it had the semblance of a garden. 

Unsurprisingly, there were few Military Police present. They were rarely stationed outside of the cushy interior of Wall Sina, and likely wouldn’t arrive any time soon.

Standing at the top of the stairs were two Garrison leaders that Grace recognized. She started to make her way around the perimeter, but was stopped in her tracks by the words shouted by current commanding officer, Captain Kitz Weilman.

“The intercept squadron will be taking the vanguard. Cadets will be taking the middle guard, led by the support squad. Rear guard will go to the elites. I expect you all to man your posts knowing the advanced team has been wiped out.”

Grace’s heart dropped. She heard multiple gasps from the people around her. “That’s right. The outer gate is demolished,” the captain confirmed grimly. “The titans are in. This means that the Armored Titan is likely to reappear. If and when it does, the inner gate will also be history.”

Anxious murmurs began to flow through the crowd. Five years ago, the Colossal Titan wasn’t the only horror that broke through their walls. 

While the Armored Titan was nowhere near as large as the Colossal, it’s hardened skin and sheer strength made it just as dangerous. They were lucky it stopped its rampage after breaking through Shiganshina’s inner gate. 

Though Grace was beginning to think it wasn’t luck at all.

“Silence!” Weilman yelled out, “Those in the vanguard, be ready. The whole area is now saturated. Your mission is simple: defend the wall until the evacuation is done! Now be aware, all of you, that desertion is punishable by execution. If it comes to it, lay down your lives! Dismissed!”

The courtyard burst into action. Grace ran towards the stairs, waving to grab the attention of the other soldier she knew; Rico Brzenska.

It had been years since she last saw her fellow Training Corps peer. She was proud of Rico for working through the ranks and becoming a squad leader. She recalled how they were often underestimated as cadets due to their small statures. In the end, they had both earned a spot on the stage at graduation, shown off as part of the ten most elite soldiers of their class. 

Grace could clearly see the surprise on Rico’s face as she approached, her brows raised high above her glasses.

“Grace? What are you doing here?” Rico asked skeptically.

“How bad is it?” Grace questioned, not offering an answer in case the Garrison also decided she wasn’t fit for combat.

Rico’s eyes narrowed at her evasiveness. “The gate net and trenches are holding them off for now, and ground artillery is in place,” she answered anyway. “Evacuation is our primary objective.”

Grace nodded. That was good, they still had some time to get into place. “I’m yours to command. Tell me where you need me.”

Rico wasted no time, waving her forward to report to the captain. His scowl deepened as they approached, and Grace braced herself for what was likely to be an unpleasant conversation. Kitz Weilman was an uptight man on a good day, and these were far from normal circumstances. “Sir—” Rico started.

“What is a Scout doing here?” the captain interrupted. Rico’s eyes cut towards Grace. Since she didn’t have an explanation, Grace was going to have to come clean. 

“I was ill, sir, and ordered to stay behind from the expedition,” Grace responded.

“Well are you fit for duty now, Private?” Weilman asked snidely.

Grace knew the implication of his tone, and tried her best to let it roll off of her. She had come to terms long ago with the fact that she would not be allowed to earn a military rank higher than the one she currently held.

“I’m not sure that really matters at the moment. Sir,” Grace stated evenly, adding the honorific after a pointed pause.

Captain Weilman’s scowl deepened, accentuating the shadows under his sunken eyes even further.

“I ought to throw you in the vanguard for your insolence, but I’d prefer to keep my rank if we live through today. You’re with the rear guard to defend the evacuation. Now go.”

“Yes, sir,” Grace replied, offering a begrudging salute.

“With me, then. I know a team that could use a hand,” Rico said, spurring Grace back into action.

The two made their way through the frenzy of activity, walking past the large obelisk in the center of the courtyard. As they moved, Grace lifted her arm to cover her mouth, letting out a cough she felt building. Though she had hoped to be discreet, the rattling sound was much louder than anticipated, and Rico immediately glanced over.

“Sounds bad,” she noted once the coughing ceased.

“I’ll manage,” Grace replied. She wasn’t sure how, but the circumstances didn’t give her any choice.

Rico nodded, then led her over to a group of three soldiers, only one of whom seemed old enough to have combat experience. All of them snapped to attention as they approached.

“Where is Dietrich?” Rico asked.

“Locating one of the cadets, Squad Leader,” the younger of the two men answered eagerly.

His response caught Grace’s attention. A cadet skilled enough to be assigned to an elite squad was a rare occurrence.

“I’ve brought you another member. Leave as soon as Squad Leader Dietrich returns,” Rico ordered.

“Understood,” the older, more experienced looking man confirmed.

As Rico turned to leave, she paused beside Grace, giving her one last look. 

“Be careful,” she offered quietly, her back towards the other troops. “I have a feeling this is only the beginning.”

“You too,” Grace replied, offering a genuine salute.

Rico nodded, then jogged off into horde of soldiers. Grace faced her current squad, all of whom studied her curiously.

“I’m Grace, private from the Scout Regiment,” she offered.

“Woah, a Scout! I thought they were all out on that expedition. What horrible timing, huh?” the younger man rambled. “Guess you’ve seen lots of titans. This will be my first time laying eyes on the creepy sons of—”

“Orin, that’s enough,” the one woman of the group cut in, offering her hand to Grace. “Maren Alder. Nice to have you with us.”

“Wish it was under better circumstances,” Grace replied, shaking her hand in return.

“Alric Hauer,” the older man grunted, continuing to stand with his arms crossed.

“I’m Orin—Orin Valtz,” the zealful young man said, inserting himself back in. “Sorry, I know I’m talking a lot. It’s just, I’m really nervous, and when I’m nervous I—”

“Oh look. There’s the Squad Leader now,” Maren pointed out, again cutting off her squad mate.

Grace noticed Orin start to wilt. Clearly their squad wasn’t the most cohesive. It made Grace thankful for her squad mates, all of who she considered friends. But her squad was leagues away, and these were her comrades for today. She would have to make it work. “It’s normal to be nervous,” Grace reassured. “Just keep your head and listen to orders. We’ll get through this.”

Orin nodded firmly, already appearing more confident.

Grace took in the tall man approaching their group, noting the determined look on his face. Beside him was a young girl with jet black hair, accented by a red scarf around her neck. The crossed twin blades emblazed on her jacket confirmed she was a cadet. She had likely joined the Training Corps as soon as she could, as she looked to be in her early teens. Grace wondered if it was out of desire or necessity. 

She knew quite well that life often dealt unfair hands, and joining the military was a common solution. If you could survive training you would receive a salary, housing, and three meals a day. If not, you still received work cultivating crops for the remaining population.

It was an enticing offer during hard times. Enough so that Grace’s brother had joined after their father’s untimely death, which left them as orphans. He had been fifteen years old, which was the enlistment age limit at the time. After the fall of Wall Maria, it was lowered to twelve. It had been jarring for Grace, at age seventeen, to train against children so young.

“I was expecting another Garrison soldier.” 

The squad leader’s arrival brought Grace back to the present. He stared at her with furrowed brows, which was contrasted by the cadet’s impassive gaze.

“Who are you?” he inquired, not unkindly.

“This is Grace, she’s from the Scouts!” Orin exclaimed. Grace was glad he had regained his  enthusiasm. She would much prefer that over the soldiers weeping under the portico.

“I am,” Grace confirmed, offering a salute. “Squad Leader Brzenska assigned me.”

“Glad to have you, Grace. I’m Ian Dietrich. Was there something preventing you from duty with your own regiment?”

Grace appreciated his tact, which was more than she could say of Captain Weilman’s snappish inquiry. Ian seemed to be a good leader, merely trying to understand any limitations that might affect the rest of the team.

“I was recovering from an illness, sir. Acute bronchitis,” she answered.

“How experienced are you?” Ian questioned.

“Quite. I’ve been with the Survey Corps for several years now.”

“During Wall Maria?” he continued.

“Yes, sir. I was a part of both the initial response and the reclamation effort.”

Ian nodded. “Very well. I trust your experience will still give you an advantage over us,” he admitted, turning to address the group as a whole.

“Everyone, this is cadet Mikasa Ackerman. Both she and Grace are one of us today. We stay in groups of two. Hauer and Valtz, myself and Alder, and the Scout with Ackerman. Look out for your partner. Those bastards can come out of nowhere in the city. Do not engage a titan alone unless absolutely necessary. Understood?”

“Yes, sir!” the group answered unanimously.

“Good. It’s time to move out,” Ian ordered, leading the group outside the headquarters compound. 

It felt surreal to Grace, having looked down upon soldiers gathering from an infirmary bed just that morning. Now she stood in the same place, facing an even more daunting mission.

So far the logistics had remained organized. Squads were lined up to report to Garrison clerks for deployment. They were likely sending people out in waves to avoid confusion in orders, but the process moved slower than Grace would have liked.

As they inched around the building, Grace turned to let out another cough. Her throat felt like it was on fire; clearly the tonic from earlier had run its course. She noticed the rest of the squad, especially Mikasa, examining her closely.

“Sorry if I get you sick,” she apologized.

“Won’t matter if we get eaten by a titan,” Alric grumbled.

Maren gasped. “Alric! How could you say something like that?”

“Hey, Grace. How many titans have you taken down?” Orin asked, moving forward with the line.

“Thirty,” Grace answered. She had never cared for keeping track of her kill count, but did so for her squad’s competition. While some people reveled in their kills, doing so never felt right to Grace.

Orin’s eyes flew back to hers. “Wait—kills? Or assists?”

“Thirty kills. Forty-four assists,” she clarified.

The group looked stunned, all except for Squad Leader Dietrich. Even Mikasa’s stoic expression shifted, if only slightly.

“Thirty—thirty kills?” Orin sputtered, “That’s amazing! Are you part of Captain Levi’s squad or something?”

Grace’s heart clenched. She hadn’t expected hearing his name to elicit such a reaction. Her relationship with the captain was…complicated. For years the two walked a thin line between friends and something more. But they were bound by duty, committed to the Scouts and Commander Erwin’s vision. That was something they both respected enough to set aside their personal desires.

It didn’t make their situation any less heartbreaking. Grace hadn’t seen Levi for days prior to the mission, what with him being involved in final preparations and her holed up in the infirmary. Hell, she hadn’t even seen her brother before they left.

“No,” Grace said, both as an answer and to stop her line of thinking. Now was not the time; she had to focus. “I’m in a different squad. Under Section Commander Miche Zacharius.”

“A section commander, huh? So that’s still an elite squad—”

“Alright, enough chit chat,” Ian interrupted. “Look sharp. We’re next to get orders.”

The team lined up behind their leader, standing at the ready. Grace glanced towards Mikasa and noticed her staring back towards the city, eyes roving as if searching for something.

“Squad Leader Dietrich—you are to patrol the middle blocks from Fourth Street to the inner gate. Protect the evacuation effort at all costs!” the clerk commanded.

Without further delay, their group set off. They would need to get closer to the inner gate before deploying their ODM gear, saving as much gas as possible. Once the titans descended on headquarters, supplies would be difficult, if not impossible, to obtain.

The sound of clanging scabbards filled Grace’s ears as they hurried down the street. They ran past citizens making their way towards the gate, frantically fleeing the destruction to come.

After a few blocks, Ian gave the order to deploy their ODM gear. Grace raised her triggers, firing hooks into the building ahead. While her lungs relished the reprieve of being in the air, the rest of her body was doubly exerted. Using the gear required an immense amount of strength just to remain balanced, let alone to maneuver in combat. She used clean, efficient movements to follow her commander across the tiled rooftops. The more complex and dynamic techniques would come with battle.

Upon reaching their assigned territory, Ian commanded the pairs to split up, assigning Grace and Mikasa to the Third Street sector. The citizens of Trost rushed beneath them, some empty handed, some carrying what little possessions they could. A man below stumbled, losing his balance on the trembling ground. She could feel it, even standing atop the building. The titans were moving further in to the city. 

Grace attached blades to her controller grips, prompting Mikasa to do the same. The girl held herself like a seasoned soldier, despite not having graduated yet. Grace reserved her breath, as reassuring words seemed unnecessary for the cadet. 

The two stood side by side in silence, bracing for the horrors to come.

“Why is this son of a bitch ignoring us?” Alric shouted. Their squad was in pursuit of a titan that had burst through their ranks. It was a ten meter, tall enough to destroy roofs with its flailing arms as it ran. Normally the bloodthirsty creatures would go after the nearest person. This one, however, paid them no heed as it barreled towards the evacuation.

“It’s an abnormal!” Grace yelled over its thundering footsteps. “We need to take it out before it reaches the gate!”

Alric nodded, then used another push of gas from his ODM gear to propel himself forward. It still wasn’t enough. The thing had taken them by surprise, and by the time they regrouped it already had a lead.

“It’s too fast! We’ll never make it!” Maren exclaimed.

“Stay on it!” Dietrich commanded.

A loud hiss sounded from behind Grace, then a blur of black and red flew past. It was Mikasa, rushing forward to reach the titan. She marveled at the cadet’s skill, the speed and brutal strength displayed as she slice through the titan’s nape. A cut there was the only way that one could be killed.

The creature crashed to the ground, steam instantly rising from its flesh as it began to disintegrate.

With the imminent danger subsided, Grace maneuvered to a nearby roof, giving herself some space from the other soldiers. She covered her mouth, succumbing to another coughing fit. They were getting worse the more she exerted herself. She had taken down two titans in quick succession before being forced on the chase. Her body was clearly telling her to slow down.

As Grace pulled her hands away, she noticed small splotches of blood. She quickly rubbed her palms on her pants, riding them of the evidence. She would rest once the evacuation was complete.

She scanned the area to make sure it was clear, then rejoined the rest of the squad. The titan made it all the way to the inner gate, felled by Mikasa in front of a large group of waiting evacuees. Why were so many people not moving? The answer became clear as she landed on the next building. A large supply wagon was firmly stuck in the entrance, and several men kept others at bay as they attempted to push it through. Mikasa seemed to be arguing with a portly man, who jabbed his finger in her face before pointing back to the gate.

Grace stepped forward, readying her gear to descend to the street. “We need to do something about that right—”

She stopped, becoming speechless as Mikasa leveled her blade at the man. He flinched back, raising his hands in surrender.

“Move the wagon!” he called out.

The crowd lurched back into motion, working together to remove the blockade.

“Huh. Kid’s got stones,” Alric huffed, sounding almost proud.

Mikasa joined a moment later, sheathing her blades.

“Good job, Ackerman. I’m impressed,” Ian commended.

“I did what I could, sir. But thank you,” Mikasa replied. “However, I need to be more careful in the future. I inadvertently dulled both of my blades.”

The others stared at Mikasa in awe, not knowing how to respond to her harsh self assessment.

“Use less pressure next time,” Grace offered. “The padding on the training dummies is denser than titan flesh.”

Mikasa looked thoughtful for a moment, then nodded her understanding. 

“Be careful with your gas usage too,” Grace continued, monitoring the dwindling crowd as she spoke. “You did the right thing getting to that abnormal in time, but we’re in this for the long haul. Keep in mind how much you have left.”

“I will. Thank you,” Mikasa replied.

“Alright, things are progressing here. Alric—Orin, stay put and guard block one. Everyone else, fall back to your previous positions,” Ian ordered.

The squad voiced their affirmation, then split off in their pairs. As they moved, Grace realized the sky had shifted to a dark grey, the clouds above threatening rain.

Though they didn’t encounter any more abnormals, Grace still felt uneasy about the situation. The evacuation was progressing smoother than anticipated, or at least smoother than it had in Shiganshina. However, the Armored Titan had yet to make an appearance. Why had it not shown up yet? What could it be waiting for?

Up ahead, a titan lumbered into their sector. Grace and Mikasa worked together, taking it down with surprising ease. After seeing Mikasa slay the abnormal on her own, for her first kill no less, Grace had no doubt she could handle herself. But Mikasa looked to Grace for orders and followed them flawlessly, slicing behind the knees while Grace went for the nape.

The rain began as they returned to the roofs. It started as a gentle shower, but quickly transformed into a downpour. Grace raised a hand to shield her eyes. The decreased visibility put her further on edge.

She started as the bells chimed, signaling the completion of the evacuation.

“All right. Time to find Squad Leader Dietrich and scale the wall,” Grace said. As she turned to retreat, she noticed Mikasa staring out towards the city.

“Mikasa?” Grace prompted.

“You go ahead. I’m going to help the vanguard withdraw,” the cadet replied.

Before she had a chance to respond, Mikasa shot off her anchors and propelled herself away through the street.

“Mikasa!” Grace yelled out, but the strain caused her to begin coughing once more.

As much as Grace hated letting her go, she was in no shape to corral a young cadet over the wall against their will. Especially one of Mikasa’s prowess.

Making her way towards the gate, Grace ruminated on the attack. Was it possible the Armored Titan had died of natural causes? Why would the Colossal Titan attack on its own this time? The fact it had done so right after the Scouts' departure filled Grace with dread. It could have been just an ill-fated coincidence, or it could mean something much more terrifying.

Grace stopped herself; there would be time to ponder and theorize later. Doing so now would cause more harm than good. While the mass exodus of Trost was complete, the military would now be responsible for organizing all of the refugees. With no means to repair the hole in the outer gate, it was unlikely they would attempt to clear the titans within the city. The only reason they had done so in Shiganshina was to give it’s citizens a chance to escape.

She was thankful for new protocols that had been developed after that desolation. It was a harsh price to pay for the knowledge, but the lives lost five years prior had not been in vain.

Grace descended to the street after making it to the edge of the city. Ian took the news of Mikasa’s absence better than expected. Apparently she had argued about being pulled from the vanguard, not wanting to be separated from her friends. Grace couldn’t blame her, it was hard being surrounded by people she didn’t recognize. Fighting with those who hadn’t struggled, bled, or shed tears with her outside the walls somehow felt wrong.

As she rappelled into Wall Rose proper, Grace had a revelation—she had survived. She had somehow managed to take down three titans, while being the most ill she had ever felt, and still lived to tell the tale. For now, at least.

The adrenaline began to fade the moment her fit hit the ground, leaving Grace exhausted. Her legs felt like lead as she followed her squad up a set of stairs, trying her best not to slip on the wet stones. They followed the flow of soldiers towards the command post, where leadership delegated further assignments.

Ian glanced back, taking note of her slow pace. He suggested she take a seat, which turned into an order after Grace replied that she was fine. 

Sitting alleviated the weight of her gear, reducing the strain on her body. Alric and Orin stayed with her as Ian and Maren continued ahead. They stood protectively on either side, almost as if guarding her. She graciously accepted a canteen from Maren as she returned. The water was lukewarm, but still soothed her throat. She listened as Ian advised the group on their next tasks.

“We’ll begin once we’ve rested for a few moments,” he announced.

Grace hesitated. “Sir, I’ll need to speak with command. Find out what they saw during the Colossal’s attack, and determine if the Armored Titan is still a threat.”

Ian’s brows shot up. “Bold of you to assume they would provide that information to a private,” he replied.

“Our commander will want to know,” Grace explained. It felt wrong to use her affiliation to eschew an assigned duty. However, there were plenty of Garrison soldiers to help the refugees. The Survey Corps had different priorities.

Ian regarded her, and Grace could see the moment of recognition in his eyes. “Ah, l see. Far be it from me to stop you,” he conceded.

“Thank you, sir,” Grace said, forcing herself to stand. She looked at each one of her squad mates. Though their time together had been temporary, strong bonds were often forged in times of strife. She offered a heartfelt salute, which they each returned in kind, before continuing on her journey.

A new kind of challenge lay ahead. One that was less lethal, but with ramifications just as large. She needed to strike quickly, before the brass could sweep in and muddy the waters. Though she hated politics, she could be savvy if the situation called for it. She had to get as much information as possible for Commander Erwin. That way, he could do what he did best; help humanity live to see another day. 

She just hoped he, and the rest of the Scouts, would return before it was too late.

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DD Chapter 53 ⊹ Journal Spread ☠

was giggling and kicking my feet making this lLLooollll <3 Joking (am i), but he seriously looked scrumptious in this new chapter << dont catch me seeing a man I like looking tired and scruffy i tweak a bit

But on a serious note this spread ended up coming out SO cute, I had no clue where I was going with it at first so im rl proud of how it came out [i struggle so much with taking pictures tho ngl i might just get a scanner one day]

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the boxer - simon & garfunkel

*runs into my room, slams the door, flops onto my bed and starts uncontrollably sobbing into my pillow*