#i have a severe lack of eren and i'm like

[centuricnis]

{what if. i rp'd eren. what then}

[sunlightandsuffering]

I'm not sure if this is long enough for me to bother posting it as a chapter, BUT MORE SACRILEGE FOR THE PPL AND BC THEY'RE SO CUTE AND UNHINGED !!

Does Eren feel great about corrupting the local church’s youth group leader and shining example of chastity? No, not really, in fact, his mother would probably murder him for it if she ever found out. 

But in the meantime, he’s sure stories of his ‘new girlfriend’ and possible marriage prospect will mollify her.

Or at least he hopes so, but regardless, that is the least of Eren’s problems. His biggest problem is the pain in the ass cadet he’s been assigned as a partner for the last week and a half of Armin’s paternity leave and said local churchgoing sweetheart’s ex-boyfriend. All in all, Eren has embroiled himself in a plot quite fitting for the church. He can see the headline now, ‘Local Cop Seduces Innocent Church Girl, Leaves Hopeful Cadet Destitute’.

“I hate him,” Jean is muttering darkly from Armin’s desk across from him, fidgeting with his pen in agitation. If only Jean knew that Eren is the ‘him’ he’s referring to. Instead, he’s simply been subjected to a singular break up text, and several quotes about the bible and forgiveness splashed across Mikasa’s instagram story. 

If Eren weren’t in the middle of it he’d find the entire plot amusing, but he doesn’t want Jean to become more irritating than he already is. 

The rhythmic click, click, click of Jean’s pen clicking is what finally sets Eren over the edge. “Leave your personal shit at home, Kirstchein, we have a job to do and that paperwork isn’t going to complete itself.” Jean looks like a kicked puppy as he turns back towards his paperwork, appropriately chastised by his superior, and for a split second Eren almost feels bad for the man. 

But then Mikasa sends him a nude, and he doesn’t feel so bad for the asshole anymore. 

Shoving his phone into one of the many deep pockets of his standard-issue cargo pants Eren stands up, imposing compared the heartbroken cadet in front of him.

“We have shit to do Kirschtein, we’ve got a drug bust in an hour and you’re fucking moping. Get it together.” 

Jean glowers for a moment before booting up his now sleeping computer again and Eren sighs, heading towards the break room to grab a snack, he truly does not get paid enough for this shit. 

How old is he? Seventeen? Because that’s the kind of teenaged nonsense he’s dealing with from his cadet, it’s ridiculous. He grumbles mostly to himself as he snatches a pre-packaged rice krispy treat from the communal bowl on the counter, this is how bad it is, he’s actually fucking eating carbs and sugary ones at that. Whereas Eren is typically infamous for following his regimented diet, continually topping the leaderboards at every physical training camp, Jean’s drama has stressed him out so much that he’s actually fucking eating sugar. 

Eren tears the blue wrapper apart with his teeth before ripping into the sweet treat with dark intent, stupid fucking cadets and overdramatic church girls. Stocking back into the main office space Eren promises himself no more bullshit, from here one it’s police work only. He doesn’t get paid enough to deal with this shit on the job. He’s about to give Jean another lecture, hoping this time it’ll stick, but as he approaches their desk clump he finds Jean on his phone, a looking of absolute betrayal on his face. “Jean what the fuck are you looking at I thought I said–” Eren snatches the phone from his hands only to find Mikasa’s god-damned Instagram story. The cute little icon of her face lighting up the corner of the screen along with a large pink background and some sort of cursive looking font splashed across the screen. “If any of you lacks wisdom, you should ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to you.”

James 1:5

Fuck. The pink image switches as the story runs out, and suddenly the screen is black, lit up with pink writing as another bible verse is proudly proclaimed across her story. 

“Take delight in the Lord, and he will give you the desires of your heart.”

Psalms 37:4

The screen changes again and Eren groans, handing the phone back to Jean who can only be describes as looking utterly betrayed. His pain in the ass little churchgoer has been posting passive-aggressive bible verses on her story all morning from the looks of it, splashes across her social media in varying shades of pink. 

Eren checks his own phone curiously, only to find there’s another notification from said little churchgoer, and from the looks of it, it’s probably another nude. 

God what the fuck has he gotten himself into. “I’m sorry Eren, I just - I can’t, we were together for four years! She was going to give me her virginity, we were going to be each other’s firsts.” Eren winces at that particular comment, because he’d taken Mikasa’s virginity rather spiritedly on the altar of their church, had actually fucked the lord right out of her he’d like to think. Although, judging by the mess of bible verses painted across her social media, there’s at least a little bit of religious insanity left in her. “I have to make a call,” Eren tells Jean abruptly, leaving the cadet to wallow, “Get your shit together by the time I come back.” 

Eren barely makes it outside the precinct before he’s holding the phone to his ear, Mikasa’s number dialed already and ringing insistently. 

She answers on the third ring, sounding breathless, “Eren–” “The bible verses Mikasa? Really?” He’s utterly exasperated and he’s sure she can tell by the way she sighs on the other end of the line, “I just think it’s important that the rest of my community knows that breaking up with Jean was God’s will Eren.” “Mikasa I fucked you on the altar okay, that wasn’t God’s will, I was horny and that was good fucking weed.” He can practically feel her scowl on the other end of the line, “God never gives us more than we can handle Eren, and now I have my ring, it was all his will. The congregation just needs to understand that, and so does my youth group.”

“You couldn’t just tell them you found someone else?” 

Mikasa gasps in affront over the line, “He gave me a promise ring Eren, it’s highly frowned upon within the community to rescind commitment so easily.” 

“You rescinded it pretty easily for me.”

“Because I knew God sent you to me, to put me on the right path.” “You’re absolutely unhinged, you know that, right?” There's silence for a moment, and then there's a breathier quality to her voice as she taunts him,“I’m also not wearing panties.”

“Did God tell you not to?” Eren quips right back, and Mikasa chuckles throatily on the other end of the line, “Can you come home on your lunch break?” 

Eren glances at the clock, cursing at the time, he’s spent far too long talking to his pain in the ass girlfriend. “No, I have to get back now, stop posting bible verses on your story and keep looking at your other university options Mika, I want you to get in on time.” At this, he can feel her wilt through the phone, she’s been stressed as hell since her falling out with her parents and subsequent break up with Jean. As a consequence she no longer has a full ride scholarship to Shiganshina bible college and she’s been stressed about schooling ever since.  Not that Eren had any desire to encourage that particular path of schooling, but he doesn’t want to derail her entire life, doesn’t want to be the mistake she looks back on as the reason she doesn’t have a career or didn’t go to college. 

Since accidentally stealing Jean’s girlfriend Eren has found he more than cares about the religious spitfire, might even love her, just a little. She may be unhinged as all hell, and devout to the point of delusion, but at heart, she’s a good person, if not a brat. His girlfriend had just been a little… misguided. 

She’d worked hard to get into nursing school, and Eren will be damned if he’s the reason she doesn’t get into another one. “Baby,” He intones and Mikasa sighs loudly, “Fine, I’ll work on my cover letter again.” He catches himself as a smile quirks at his lips, “Stop sending me nudes and send me the rough draft, I’ll look at it after my drug bust.” “Oh my God, you’re so boring.” “Don’t take the Lord’s name in vain Mikasa,” He sing songs, and she growls on the other end of the line before hanging up. Maybe God really doesn’t give people more than they can handle, who is to say? Whatever, Eren doesn’t believe in any of that bullshit anyway. He turns back towards the precinct, phone tucked into his pants, “Kirschtein you’d better not still be mooning over that crazy religious nut you call an ex-girlfriend.” 

He is so totally going to hell. 

She shows up at around dinner time, eight hours into his twelve-hour shift, and firmly destroying any hopes of having a peaceful Wednesday night catching up on paperwork. 

She’s balanced delicately on the edge of his desk, glowering at Jean like he’s the one who’s wronged her. 

And even at eleven on a Wednesday night, she’s scantily clad, dressed in ripped jeans and a low cut scoop-neck sweater that catches Eren’s attention immediately. Because just like the first time he met her, her cleavage is eye-catching, his girlfriend’s tits are the stuff of wet dreams, the kind of breasts you show to plastic surgeons as inspo pics. 

And Jean is fucking staring at them. 

Was Mikasa Jean’s girlfriend first? Yes, yes she definitely was, and he has no doubt that despite her previous virginal status that Jean has ample experience with her rack. Doesn’t stop Eren from being pissed off that his douche canoe cadet is staring at his girlfriend’s rack. 

Jean is looking at her with simply too much interest, lust shining in his eyes as he looks her up and down, unable to look away from the plump milky tops of her breasts. 

Eren won’t have it. 

They’re arguing as he approaches them, half-assed insults on Jean’s part and scathing words from Mikasa that have Eren biting back a grin. 

“You’re a boy Jean, I needed a man, and God finally sent him to me.” This is Eren’s cue to make an entrance, and he sure does, barely sparing Jean a glance, instead wrapping a hand around Mikasa’s waist, blocking Jean’s view of her lithe little body. Without an ounce of hesitation, Eren dips his head into a low bow, worshipful as he places a kiss on each breast, wet, sloppy and leaving a sheen of saliva in his wake. Mikasa squeaks at the contact, not expecting the touch, and at her sweet little noise he can’t help but press one more loving kiss to the creamy flesh, his hands skating up over her waist to give her beautiful tits a squeeze. It’s quick, fleeting, just enough to make her smile turn dopey, eyes fogging over with desire, and he’s sure her sweet nipples are hard already, wants nothing more than to kiss her tits all day, but alas he has things to do. He completes his greeting with a kiss to her lips, long and slow with plenty of tongue, a hello that has Mikasa sighing into his mouth, melting in his arms. When he finally pulls back she is utterly dazed, his sweet little church girl the picture of debauchery, lips swollen with his kisses, and her sweater now slightly askew. Eren doesn’t acknowledge Jean at all as he greets her, one last squeeze to her hip as he gets her settled against his desk, “Hi baby.” This is what finally causes Jean to explode. 

“Baby? Mikasa this is the man you’re dating?” Eren glances back at him curiously, lying through his teeth as he asks, “Problem Kirschtein?” As if he didn’t steal the little spitfire right out from under his useless cadet.

Mikasa continues to say nothing, looking up at Eren adoringly and finally Jean snaps, gesturing towards the little pixie in his arms, “Eren, this is my ex-girlfriend.” “The one who dumped you for a better guy?” Jean growls in irritation, “That’s the one.” 

Eren shrugs, pressing his cheek against the soft strands of her hair, inhaling her sweet vanilla scent, “Oops.” Jean looks like he’s about to commit murder in the middle of the precinct but Eren is unconcerned, only tugs Mikasa a little bit closer, “Sorry cadet, it just kind of happened.” 

“How?” Jean grits out and Mikasa answers for him this time, snapping out of her kiss-induced daze, “Jean I told you I wasn’t feeling fulfilled in our relationship, it wasn’t what the lord wanted for me. But Eren–” She turns to look up at him lovingly, “He’s what I need, I just know it.” 

“What exactly is it that you need that I can’t provide, Mikasa?” A firm fucking hand that’s what but Eren refrains from that particular comment, knowing it will start world war three when he would much rather leave in a few hours. 

Mikasa reaches out at that, taking Jean’s hand, looking up at him so seriously, Eren would almost think that God was speaking through her, if he believed in God that is. “Guidance,” She tells Jean firmly, and Eren has to hold back a laugh because yeah, sexual guidance maybe, how the fuck did he end up in bed with this crazy little lunatic?

“What about our pastor, what about our parents–” “Shh,” Mikasa quiets Jean, “My decision has been made, and I made it in the eyes of the lord,” she spares a glance back at Eren that secretive little smile on her face, and he almost groans, because they sure did fucking make that decision in the eyes of the lord, right in front of his fucking salad actually, front and centre, no escape. 

Jean is looking at them both in complete and utter affront, a vein standing out prominently on his forehead, “Adultery is a sin you know.” Mikasa scoffs, “So is pride Jean, now if you would be so kind as to swallow yours I would like to spend the last ten minutes of my fiancée’s break with him.” This proves to be the wrong thing to say because Jean gasps, “There’s no way he’s going to marry you Mikasa, Officer Yeager doesn’t seem like the committed type.” 

Mikasa levels a murderous glare at his cadet and Eren continues to enjoy the show, smoothing a hand over her hip to keep the little heathen from leaping over their desks to claw his eyes out. “We’ve already set a date,” Mikasa tells him primly, before turning her back to his cadet dismissively. She’s pouting now as she looks up at him, her hand clutched in the folds of his uniform just a little too tightly for her to be totally okay. 

Eren presses a light kiss to her forehead before leaning down to her ear, a playful nip to the lobe before he suggests they take a breather, “You wanna hang out in my patrol car for the rest of my break.” She nods, leaning into him a little more, pressing the full weight of her delicate little body against him, “Yeah, I’d like that.” Eren leads her out by the elbow, Jean still fuming behind them, and fuck he knows exactly what he’s going to have to deal with later and it’s not good.

But something occurs to him as they edge out the doors of the precinct, keys jingling in his hand, “Mikasa, baby?” “Yeah?” She turns back, the picture-perfect scene of beauty, her hair falling in silky waves down her back, stunning as ever with that pretty face, and her tits trying to steal all his attention. “Did the Lord tell you to wear panties with that little outfit?” A mischievous smile blooms on her face before she’s sprinting towards his car, her reply caught in the wind of the night, “No!” 

Fucking bratty church girls, now he has to fuck her in his patrol car, it’s just good sense.

[coloredsolos]

hi :) i’d love situations #6 + fluff with jean please. love your writing!

MIRACLE ON 104th STREET

pairing: jean kirstein x reader

prompt: watching christmas movies

content: jeanboy surprises you for christmas, MODERN AU, not proofread

wc: 1.2k

a/n: sorry this took so long! the new semester started and since I’m a senior in college it’s gonna be a little crazy!! also, i'm sorry I kind of broke off from the prompt! find the list of prompts here

“Alone? For Christmas?” Jean asked you, his eyes wide as he did so. 

You shrugged. It’s not like you had chosen to be alone this holiday season, but with your father working all break, you figured you might as well stay in your small apartment. Besides, your roommate, Annie, would be visiting her father, so you would have the place to yourself.

“I don’t see the problem,” you admitted, the walk to Jean’s car seeming longer than ever. Despite your protesting, Jean was driving you home from the 4pm history class the two of you shared. Damn this winter weather.

“W-what?! You don’t see the-! You can’t be alone for Christmas!” Jean practically cried out, throwing his hands into the air in exasperation. 

The now exhausting conversation had started when Jean had begun telling you about his own Christmas plans. Mentioning how he would most likely go visit Sasha’s family again with Connie. It was their tradition, he would tell you. However, when asking about your plans, he did not like the answer he received.

“Jean it’s really ok. Annie will be out of town anyways. It’ll be nice not having to share the living quarters. Besides I’d much rather be alone at my place than sitting there at my dad’s. So can we please drop it?”

Jean sighed, but reluctantly nodded his head. 

There was a chill in the air on Christmas eve.  The snow that fell having no problem sticking to the ground, layering on top of one another until it was several inches thick. You had been bundled under a plethora of blankets while the heat in your apartment worked overtime. Jean has let all of your friends know about your Christmas plans, or lack there of, and now you were starting to regret declining Eren and Mikasa’s offer to come home with them. Especially since Carla made a mean Christmas dinner, or so you heard. The plate of place and bake Christmas cookies sat in front of you. 

They weren’t very good.

You only prayed that the copious amounts of sugar would knock you into a sugar coma that would last until the next day. Most places were closed, and probably would stay that way even a few days after Christmas due to the snow storm that was taking place outside. That being said, the lack of groceries at your place was starting to leave you feeling massively underprepared. Grocery shopping was not your forte. 

While debating if you wanted to pay the delivery fee in your favorite Chinese restaurant, your phone lit up from its place on your coffee table.

Jean: u awake?

You: do I ever sleep?

Jean: true

Jean: wyd

You: freezing to death

You: how’s Sasha’s?

You: did Connie sing the whole car ride there? rip to ur ears

Jean: I wouldn’t know, didn’t go

You were surprised to say the least. Why wouldn’t he go to Sasha’s? It was tradition wasn't it? 

Jean: coming over rn

Jean: damn there’s a shit ton of snow 

You knew there was no bother trying to stop the man from coming over. He was stubborn. Always had been. Instead your fingers hovered over the keyboard of your phone, unsure of what to say next.

Jean: do u want me to bring over groceries? connie bought way too much shit before he left fr 

You: yes pls ur a lifesaver

You: been eating christmas cookies all night 

You: also, please drive safe. I mean it. i’d be pissed at you if you died

Jean: <3

Deciding not to text the man while he was driving, you settled on making the living quarters look a little less like a tornado had ran through it, picking up and putting away any dirty dishes from earlier in the day.

Before too long, Jean was there. His arms draped with grocery bags, he wasn’t kidding when he said Connie may have gone a little crazy. However, you were more focused on how he looked. Jean had been dressed in what looked like a black turtleneck with a gray overcoat keeping him warm. How he always looked straight out of a fashion magazine amazed you. Meanwhile, you were wearing a pair of black sweats with mismatched cat socks on. And yes, they did have little ears on them. 

“Well are you gonna leave me in the hallway all night?” he joked, the smile evident on his face. 

Your face flushed as you realized you had zoned out. 

“Y-yeah, come in.” You stepped out of his way, ushering him inside. 

Jean immediately headed to your kitchen to put the groceries he had brought away. His familiarity with your apartment bringing a smile to your face. Jean shrugged off his overcoat, his muscles straining against the turtleneck that had been underneath. You couldn’t help but stare. It was no secret that your friend was a very attractive man. Not to mention he had the personality to match. His suave attitude, yet gentlemanly charm gaining the attention of many women whenever your friend group had their weekly outings.

“Helloooooo?” Jean waved his hand in front of you, bending slightly so he could meet your eyes. Snapping back to the present, you apologized quickly. 

“Sorry… what?”

“I asked if you’ve eaten? I can make something for us if you’d like.” Jean offered .

You nodded shyly, embarrassed you had been caught daydreaming again. “I’d like that…” 

Jean grinned, pushed up his sleeves and clapped. “Alrighty then!”

The two of you now sat on the maroon sectional located in the middle of your living room, your empty plates resting on the coffee table. 

“I just don’t understand how they forgot their kid at home!” You cried out, your legs tucked under yourself in an attempt to keep yourself warm. 

Jean let out a boisterous laugh, the sound music to your ears. “It’s just a movie! The whole point of Home Alone is being… ya know… home alone.”

You giggled, the harsh air providing the goosebumps on your arm a permanent residency. You shivered slightly despite the mountain of blankets you had been hoarding. 

“Come here.” Jean spoke softly.

“Huh?” 

“You’re cold.” He stated. “Just come here.”

Too cold to argue, you scooted over closer to Jean. His arm that had been resting on the back of the couch pulled you closer to him. You immediately felt relief, his body radiating enough heat for the both of you. You couldn’t help the sigh that fell from your mouth, nuzzling closer to the man without thinking. The tips of Jean’s ears turned a rosy shade of pink as you fell deeper into the man’s chest. 

You let the continuous stream of Christmas movies play lowly on the television. Neither you or Jean wanting to get up to find the remote and change it. Eventually, Jean felt your breath fall steady, the gentle sound of soft snores slipping from you as you slept soundly.

Without thinking, Jean shifted slowly, positioning himself in a more comfortable position, careful not to wake you as he did so. Finally comfortable Jean was able to follow suit, slipping into a warm, comfortable sleep. The soft sound of Christmas movies continued to play in the background for the rest of the night, counting down the hours until you and Jean would wake up and celebrate the holiday together. The first of many holidays together. And truthfully? Jean didn’t mind this being his new tradition. 

[ricanvvas]

And this HAD to be said. I cannot express how much it triggers me and makes me lose interest or faith so quickly. Makes me believe that you understood absolutely nothing through what the given relationship between the characters was trying to portray. Are you even properly watching the show?

Like it or not, by the way, fetishizing gay people has become so common that not only are weirdos fetishizing gay men, they’re starting to insert sexualities of their choice INTO a character that does not belong to them in any form. Go, turn tf back, and watch/read your yaoi stuff, don’t drag it into anime that has nothing to do with it + people genuinely want to enjoy what is canonically given (indeed, I’m a canon freak). Straight up disrespectful to the original author when you really try to twist characters or their relationship with another character. Disappointing.

Babes... why would it trigger you when people ship two characters? You need to understand that queer people exist in a world where there is a severe lack of queer representation in different genres, so we have to accept bits and pieces wherever we can. And frankly, I think you're a piece of shit for the way you speak about us. "Are you even properly watching the show?" "Don't drag it into that has nothing to do with it" Excuse me? The fuck do you mean by that? Queerness is not limited to "yaois". Queer people are not any different from straight people. I can tell that you have a stick up your ass about "canon" but frankly, most people don't. People ship non-canon ships all the damn time but why is it only such a big issue when they're gay? And you can say it's because you think it's "fetishing gay people" but it only comes across as homophobic. Queer people can't sexualise their own sexuality (and if you're talking about straight girls, most queer people have explicitly stated that there are nuances to everything).

As a writer myself, and hopefully a soon-to-be-author, I’d be damned if I ever opened a phone and saw some no-lifer trying to ship the two characters I put in specifically to show their deep friendship—it sounds so absurd.

I'M SORRY WHAT??? Why would you call your non-existent hypothetical readers "no-lifers" if they choose to ship two NON-EXISTENT HYPOTHETICAL characters? That's actually crazy to me, babes. I disagree with most of the things you've written on that post but I specifically wanted to say something about this. you need to understand that while yes, you are the origin of said hypothetical characters but once said hypothetical book is published, you no longer have creative liberty of said characters. think about harry potter for example. the author is a terf and yet trans people and allies headcanons some of her characters as trans. do you think jk r*wling's okay with that? i highly doubt it. (And babes, if you want to be an author, or at least one that doesn't get cancelled, a small advice would be that if people are shipping a ship that you don't want them to ship, you might not be as good of an author as you might think. Think about Naruto. No one particularly enjoys the ending. Some find Naruhina to be forced and Sasusaku were done so wrong in Boruto. And that's mainly part of the reason so many people ship SNS. Think about JJK. Geto and Geto have been explicitly written to be foils of each other. While I do understand why straight people might not be able to see the blantant queercoding but I would suggest that you start reading into things more deeply rather than just accepting whatever is presented to you on a silver platter by the author. But also think about AOT, why do you think most people don't ship Armin and Eren while they do ship Eremika? Because for once, there is a well written ship WITH a well-written female character? (Yes, I agree it's not perfect but much better than most ships)).

Small note that I forgot to add: Most female characters are horribly written (which is no fault of their own and lies heavily with their authors). Think Hinata. Why would I ship something when one part of the ship has no fucking personality other than the main male character??? I'm in no way hating on Hinata but more so on how Kishimoto writes female characters. I ship things based on chemistry and canon. I can still ship things if it's not canon but not if there is no chemistry.

This may have come across as rude and I do not apologise and I'm sure you understand why (your original post was rude as fuck if you didn't lmao). I ranted a lot so it might not make sense but feel free to ignore if you're only going to get "triggered".

Quit it with the “babes”, I don’t know you personally and it makes me gag.

Like, 98% of this message is indirectly saying I’m homophobic. I’m not.

My original message was blunt and straightforward, if I preached canon friendships and you found it rude, I do wonder who really has a stick up their ass. I mean, I’m not the one dissatisfied by canon givens and twisting platonic relationships anyway.

Frankly, keep your advice. It’s crappy! I don’t need a drag down. I’ll do what I damn wish to do with and speak my book, my characters, and my story.

None of you have convinced me of absolutely anything because there is nothing to convince. I’m not bothered by general shipping, I’m bothered by shoving it down people’s throat or attacking them when they disagree with your ship. Might as well as attack the authors, tbh, for keeping the characters platonic. Nasty.

Also, unnecessary use of profanity really does show how literally all of you resort to pure insults and attacks.

Peace and Sincerity （＾ω＾）！

[karizard-ao3]

While I understand this was not relevant for the story, it would’ve been great to see some linguistic differences between the Paradisians and the Marleyans when speaking Eldian. Both seem to speak Eldian as a primary language, thanks probably to two thousand years of Eldian Empire. (Despite the scene where Ymir reads Marleyan to Reiner and Bertholdt). But Paradis was isolated from the world for a hundred years and became very much backwards. Meanwhile continental Marley gave rise to a more multicultural society full of scientific and economic development.

Isolation alone is a factor that changes language over time. Development is another. Just take a look at Korean after even less time of division. They’re still mutually intelligible, but in the north it’s more “purist” while the south is more “modern” and came under a lot of influence from English. I don’t know for sure if it’s the same with English, but German and Japanese adopted a lot of new words from English and slang, in a way that would have been unthinkable of 100 years ago.

All of this to say that the absence of contact from the outside world and lack of significant economic development in comparison means that Eren, Mikasa, Armin and everyone else in Paradis speak Ye Olde Eldian. And would have the same vocabulary as our grandparents.

Considering Paradis seems much more medieval while the rest of the world was like in the Belle Epoque, depending on the severity of it Berthold, Reiner and Annie infiltrated the walls and to them everyone was casually using their equivalent of “thou”, “thy” and “thee”

You know, I have actually thought this myself. There is a brief mention of it being good Eldian is a common language but I always thought the Paradisians would at the very least have distinct accents, although you're right that there would very likely be distinct vocabulary differences as well. We could argue that the volunteers could have helped them modernize their speech in preparation for their visit, but the accent would be hard to overcome.

English is already such a messy mishmash of different languages that it's hard for me to think of new additions, but I'm sure they exist.

Your ask did remind me of the difference between Canadian French and European French, though. In Canada, the pronunciation is different and they have made a distinct effort to keep the language pure to its roots, so they reject introducing anglicized vocabulary and therefore still use older terms that have disappeared from the common usage in France in favor of adopting English words. I feel like this would be a good representation of the language difference between Marley and Paradis, with Paradisian Eldian remaining fairly static due to their isolation and the nobility forcing the population to stagnate for 100 years while Marleyan Eldian has changed and evolved due to their interactions with other countries.

[moonspirit]

I think some of this condescending behaviour comes from a superiority complex Zeke has.

As a child he was raised to believe he would be the one to save the Eldian people while there wasn't a single reliable figure to tell him what was really right or wrong. The kind of pressure Grisha and the other restorationists put him under was so much that he ended up ratting on them, not really out of will but out of fear and disgust. And then, as a Warrior too, he was put on a pedestal because the Beast Titan was known to be a formidable force on the battlefield, and coupled with his brains, he was expected to be and seen as an extremely valuable asset. The Marleyan military also valued the "secret power of his blood" and that wouldn't have given him any reason to feel less "special".

Then, once he gets the brainwave of sterilization as the answer to the fucked up future of the Eldian race, it circles back to him, once again, feeling as being the one to "save" his people. It is why he's so desperate to "save" Eren too; showing him the true way out as a Big Brother - what a satisfying fantasy. All this in addition to his general lack of empathy makes Zeke an incredibly selfish person, incapable of seeing anything but his own glorious goal.

So, it didn't really help that the other Warriors were all younger than him; if anything, it only heightened the "I'm So Special" feeling, making him several things - a Chief, a Big Brother, the one who leads the others, and a God. So using nicknames, like "little Annie" and "dear little Piecky" only fuels this sense of superiority.

I don’t know if others relate but zeke is very off putting to me, especially the way he treated Pieck and Annie.

He constantly uses little names or things towards them, like I think it is “my dearest little piecky” and stuff like that.

I think he does the same for Zofia too, but never for Gabi (likely as her cousin would beat him up). It just seems really creepy too me especially as he is older than them him being 29 Annie 20 Zofia 12 and Pieck 22-25

[moonlightknightess]

I'm sorry please pretend this is an ask cuz I lost the og one 😭😭😭

But fr, I never thought this tbh abd I kinda like it 👀 as in a more MikaSasha aproach in which they are a couple and innocent Eren is just head over heels for them!

Eren never thought his first job in the photography field would be this overwhelming tbh, he just sent that curriculum to the Playboy's magazine as a joke! It wasn't supposed to work!

It's not he was complaining though, he certainly welcomed getting a job right fresh out of college to be honest, a well paid one on top of that!

Still, when he was told that his first photography session was gonna be with two of the most beautiful women he has ever laid eyes on, he knew he was kind of fucked

Mikasa and Sasha can perfectly be the best looking models Paradis has ever had, the two of them making a reputation out of Miss Universe participations and lots of big roles in hollywood's best movies, their beauty only matched by each others

The fact that they were currently working on an more adult focused movie for which this photo session was for didn't help either

That's why, when being met by the sight of two gorgeous women in the world almost naked if it wasn't for their panties, he couldn't help but getting a hard on right there

He knew he was not being professional, but he was trying his best! It's wasn'y easy for him considering how he spent most of his years at college jusy focused on his career, for fucks sake the only reason why he got a girlfriend was because she asked him first! He didn't have that much experience at all

It was way more embarrassing for him when Sasha realized why was he so tight lipped, noticing the obvious bulge in his pants and teasing him about it

Mikasa on the other hand couldn't be described in other way than an angel, he couldn't help but feel more relieved when she started defending him, castising Sasha for "not letting him do his work"

Everythig coursed normaly then, just Sasha poping some jokes here and there before they took they first brake for the day, Eren finding himself alone in the room woth the several photos of the most good looking and desired women of all Paradis and probably the world, the hard he got from earlier still raging on his pants

It didn't take him more than a couple of minutes before he was opening his pants and was letting his above average lenght out... It wouldn't harm anyone if he jerked a quick one right here, right? It's not like they would know, and it wouldn't count as cheating on her partner either, right?

The constant pump on his lenght made his toes curl into themselves, his eyes taking into the sight of Mikasa beautiful ass covered in a plain pair of cotton panties that was way too little to contain it, Sasha's hold on them making him feel actual jealousy of her

The sudden knock of the door being opened froze him still, the gasp os air he heard behind him making him realize he fucked it up for real this time

- See? I told you! He was jerking to our photos! - He really wanted to answer back, decline to accusations, but little could he do when he was caught with his dick oozing pre cum on the floor and he had the camera that he used for the entire photo session on the hand, his head lowering in shame as they came closer

- Is that right, Eren? - Mikasa asked him, voice so soothing and calm despite the fact of seeing someone jerking up to her photos right in front of her

He struggled hard to come up with a good excuse, maybe even blame them for being so sexy and tempt him! But he knew better than blaming them for his lack of control, admitting that yes, indeed, he was jerking up to them

Still, he didn't thought that their response would be hugging him from his back, setting in the floor where he was, Mikasa's lithe fingers taking a hold of his hot lenght as she whispefed to her ear - Poor thing... it must have been painful holding yourself this whole time... Right? -

He didn't know what to think there, his head a mess as Sasha made everything worse by holding his tip on her hand, her lips on his other ear as she asked him - You really wanted to jerk off right as soon as you saw us, didn't you?~ -

The combined effort of Mikasa pumping him up and down and Sasha teasing his tip was straight up unbearable, his only break coming in the form of his sweet girfriend video calling him

Mikasa answered the call way before he could even do something, her smiling face at seeing him crumpling down little by little at the sight of two women who she swears she has seen before somewhere

- You might want to call later, sweetie - Mikasa said to the girl, giving Eren a small peck on the cheek as she did so - Your boyfriend is busy right now - the sudden snap of her hand on his cock made him moan in surprise, Sasha on the other side grimacing and taking the oportunity to attack his mouth, the call just ending in the perfect frame of Sasha kissing him, meanwhile he had the mortified expression of her sweetheart from college froze in his phone

- I hope this serves as a lesson, kid - She said as she stopped devouring his mouth, threads os saliva connecting their mouths together as Mikasa took her oportunity to have some fun for her own too

The hold of both their hands on his cock was becomind scorching hot at this point, jerking him up so fast it actually hurted, his body not enduring their sweet torture and coming undone in their hold, ropes of cum landing on his chest and clothes as they gathered his ooze in ther fingers

Post nut clarity hits him like a truck the moment he realizes that her girlfriend kept calling him several times, the two women that became his doom taking his attention off the electronic device as they whispered in each of his ears how they weren't done with him yet...-

Ngl i don't even know what I tried to do here, I just know I wanted to do mean MikaSasha toying with Eren for a change lol

[nenithil]

smartpass:Shelter from the Rain_ Vol.04: Hanji&Jean

translated from Chinese

thanks @ourmondobongo a lot for revise！

The sky was covered by white clouds, small raindrops trickled down. Walking near the mall, Jean with a paper bag had to stand under the eaves of the store to take shelter from the rain.

"I tried to take a shortcut, but instead took the long way round..."

Although the rain is not very heavy, the mist completely obscures his sight.

He didn't want things in his hand to get wet by the rain.

"Are you sheltering from the rain?"

"Hanji-san--"

Jean remembered that the rank of the person who he was about to greet was very different from a few days ago, so he took back his words and saluted.

"Haha, we were all wet by the rain. No one told me it would rain today!"

Hanji roughly wiped the water on her glasses with her cuffs, standing next to Jean.

●

"It's bread and... Is that a book? And it seems that they're not like the amount you can eat alone. They'd be distributed to companions with a strong appetite... wouldn't they?"

She leaned over and glanced at what Jean was holding. Hanji looked as brisk as usual. However, her eyes while checking the content are a little sharp.

"Sasha, she won't read. So..."

"... Armin asked me to buy it. As for the food, I would say that he would eat nothing once he gets addicted to reading, so I bought some on my own judgement. I paid for it out of my own pocket."

Jean is not on duty today. Armin stayed at home with his childhood friends.

"... Well, so be it. Armin himself hasn't been punished anyway."

Hanji became much more strict with the disciplines.

Jean also understood that she had to do so if considering her position. However, the changes came too fast. It's also true that he found it a little incongruous.

●

——The battle that took place a few days ago caused severe losses to the Survey Corps.

Of course, the results are also very fruitful. However, it is beyond Jean's judgment whether that achievement is proportional to the sacrifice. Now, the expression of the superior in front of him is obviously different from that in the past.

"Jean, there's one thing I'm curious about."

"...What's up?"

"You haven't even cried..."

In the course of the battle, Jean also lost a lot. Whether people that were very close to him, or friends he had just met, they all died. Even the surviving companions have faced the critical moment of life and death.

Connie and Sasha, his contemporaries, felt very sad or cried for the luck that they are still alive.

"...That’s never been like my personality."

Of course, that's not the first time. In the past, when his best friend died in battle, he didn't shed tears either. He just became haggard and——

"What should I do next... even the energy for just thinking about that is not enough."

"Well said."

"...Is that right?"

"At present, talents who can judge calmly are very precious."

Hanji would say this because she had come into contact with the "power" of Jean's contemporaries, and it was impossible to control them just as a superior.

●

"Eren is an idiot who can easily get out of control. But actually, it's easy to deal with him. However, Armin is very smart, and he always feels inferior for his lack of strength... I think we must win over him towards "our side"

Jean looked down at the paper bag with bread and books. Food is the fountain of life and the proof of living. And letters are proof of the culture built by human beings and wisdom. Perhaps he had put the wish into the paper bag without realizing it.

""Our side"... Is there anyone who wants to win me over?"

"Eh..."

Just kidding. Forget it! Hanji answered quickly.

Although her tone is brisk, her eyes are serious.

"(I don't remember who once said that those who can stand up to monsters, like titans... It can only be done by those who are devils… )"

Now, Hanji bears that great responsibility. Moreover, the subordinates who have supported them behind their back for a long time are now all gone.

"If not staying on "our side", we won't have a commander."

"Hahaha, indeed. I'm kidding."

The rain still hasn't stopped. Nevertheless, Hanji looked at her pocket watch and said "it's time", stepping out of the eaves.

The wings of freedom gradually disappeared in the mist and got wet, it was like going to fly but a little heavy.

[hamliet]

A redemption arc works well if the character has several redeeming qualities and virtues, is antagonized by a worse villain and they're doing what they do for sympathetic reasons and are fairly conflicted about what they do. Some characters don't have to or should be redeemed and redeeming a character because you like them will be forced and awkward.

Well, I think you're speaking in very general terms and I'm not quite sure what your argument is as a result, sorry!

Like, that qualifies as "sympathetic" varies based on each individual audience members. Redemption itself and what it looks like varies based on work and isn't always the same as forgiveness or reconciliation. Redemptive death does work at times, and I've talked about how and where it works before (Darth Vader, Hazel in RWBY, I think it will work for Cinder in RWBY but who knows). And then you have some characters who are extremely sympathetic but don't get redemption, and the point is that it's unfair and that's a key component of tragedy (specifically what is in colloquial terms called Shakespearean tragedy, aka becoming the worst version of yourself--see Hamlet, Othello, Eren Jaeger in SnK, James Ironwood in RWBY, etc).

So, I agree that you don't have to redeem a character just because they're likable. But I also don't think anyone is making that argument (okay maybe the RWBY fandom is but they're the Twilight Zone). In general that's not what the post I reblogged--if that is what you're responding to--was saying. It's saying that the narrative needs to earn its every twist and its every point, and it's creepy that people stick their heads in the sand because they want to believe in a simple black/white moral view.

Redeeming a character just because, even if there's no narrative buildup towards it, is bad writing, just like not redeeming a character despite narrative build up is also bad writing. Throwing monkey wrenches just to shock your audience doesn't make sense. There has to be build, direction, framing. There are absolutely narrative tricks that will be used to create sympathy for a character and that frame others as lacking in positive traits, and that will be used to frame how the audience should view them. "Save the cat" I've discussed ad nauseum, vs. "kick the puppy", etc. Narrative tricks and framing should be used for reasons, and should help your reader put the clues together so that the ending is satisfying (whether that's happy or tragic or bittersweet), and beyond satisfying, makes sense for the story. (For example, some endings are not my taste because I prefer X type, but I can't deny they are well done.)

I like Eren Jaeger, Hamlet, Othello, Ironwood. I also didn't think they could be redeemed according to the themes of their individual stories, their character traits, the framing, and other aspects. If it could be well done, I would be pleasantly surprised. As things currently stand, I don't think Cinder can be redeemed and survive and have it make sense, but I am very open to being wrong. To keep going with RWBY, I also think Mercury and Emerald have to be redeemed and survive. The why is because of narrative tricks, framing, literary devices, structure, and shared patterns in stories that are used across the world.

I've talked about this before, but here's the tricky balance an author has to strike. You (an author) are writing for yourself primarily, yes, but you want an audience to read it, I'd assume. Don't write to please the audience, by any means, but you are probably writing because stories are powerful, and you know that. Hence, if you encourage sympathy for a character, take responsibility for that. Don't punish an audience member for feeling what you asked them to feel (sympathy or likability). Use that to give the character a fitting end, redemption or not. Framing a lack of redemption as tragedy, as something you *should* feel sad over, works for this.

I've seen other people say this, but the worst thing a story can do is make a reader feel like an idiot for caring in the first place. You do owe your reader a story that makes sense, even if it isn't to everyone's taste. Yet there's nuance there too--authors are human beings, not machines, we have lives and stress and those must be prioritized over their products. (This balance between what an author owes their audience and what an entitled audience can do to an author is one of the reasons I think MXTX's Scum Villain's Self Saving System is brilliant as a novel--it comments directly on this). So if you intend to make a character likable, have a reason for that that isn't "your feelings are stupid." Of course some fans will like characters who are not designed to be likable (are there Tyrian fans in RWBY? There are I'm sure) and that's something you can't avoid. So again, there's no perfect answer.

[howdoesagrapewrites]

All yours, Babooshka.

Tags: Yelena x fem!reader, soulmate!au, fluff with a bit of angts, historically completely incorrect, happy ending.

TW: depiction of war, brief mention of sex, homophobic slur a few times, suicide.

Synopsis: War is no place for loving, it never was, but maybe you could love her again in the 21 Century, i mean, only if you could stop feeling so overwhelmed by her only existence, but no matter what, you can't stop something that's meant to be.

Notes: one, i don't like the part 4, it just feels lazy to me, and two, i'm not a native, so please tell me if i made a mistake <3

Part one: When she was beautiful.

Yelena Armanovna, as strong as ten soldiers, the jewel of the battlefield, once was just a kid, her land was destroyed by the war, and as the only child of the house, she was forced to join the army, or else die there, she became a soldier, and she desired that the war wasn't real, that she hadn't being born into this world, that no one had. 

Everyone knew that she didn't talk a lot, most of their fellow soldiers didn't even knew where she came from, or if she was even from Russia, the only one she talked to was a nurse, her name was y/n y/ln, and like Yelena, no one knew about her origin, the nurse was way more talkative than Yelena, but she was assigned to other areas, staying with older soldiers, child soldiers, or severely injured soldiers, she was called by the child soldiers "angel", because of her comforting aura in hard times like those. 

These women wouldn't be able to meet eachother if it wasn't for the near-death experience Yelena faced one time. She got shot by a hidden enemy, fainted from the blood loss and was taken to the nursery right away, they couldn't afford to lose her. That's when you saw the look in her eyes, that look, and you knew that death was upon the jewel of the battlefield, and you knew that if she died, everyone else will die, you tried as hard as you could to stay cool during the surgery, but you were breaking, because of all the hope that was layed on her shoulders, she was the hope of everyone else in that place to return home someday, even if Russia didn't won the war, her strenght will keep a few alive. So there you were, assisting the surgery of the one that could do something to keep everybody safe and triying to act like it didn't meant a thing. At the end, she survived, and with her, the dreams of returning to your home, you were the one assigned to take care of her, and you were  going to make sure Yelena survived.

Part two: Uncanny how she remind her of her little lady. 

—"¿Yelena Armanovna?" You asked to the blonde girl laying on the bed. 

"Yes" she answered without taking her deep eyes out of the book. 

You told her that it was your bed she was in, pointing at your last name on the post-it next to the bed, then showing her the same mark on the bed across the room where it said: "J. Armanovna". 

"Ah, i hate when they misspeal it, it's Yelena with a "Y". Well, sorry, but this is the only bed i can sleep in, i'm kinda tall, you can use mine, i will give you a cookie for your kindness." She concluded with a little smile, you notices how her voice was way sweeter than you could think considering how menacing her looks were. 

At the end you decided to let her keep the bed, thinking it wouldn't mean anything, how wrong you were, now you could look at her sleeping without moving from the bed, and you did it, you thought it was so creepy and you wanted to stop, but you couldn't, why? Why were you obsessed with the sight of her closed eyes and dry lips at night? Why did she gave you this insane feeling of comfort and loss at the same time? It was so uncanny. 

No matter how weird It felt, you couldn't escape from Yelena, she was your roommate, and your classmate in some of your classes, on top of that, she was quite nice, a very smart lady with a pleasent personality, so you had no excuse to be mean or distant whenever she asked about your day, or started a small talk when the professor was late. Along with that sort-of friendship, you also knew Yelena's group; a beautiful girl with raven hair named Pieck, a blonde sarcastic man named Zeke, sometimes his brother Eren, and Hanji, a very excentric and funny person. These people were good friends to you, more than you expected, and that confirmed you: there was nothing wrong about Yelena, and you had no reason to be disturbed by her… Well, to be honest, there it was a little thing that made you upset, Pieck said that Yelena liked Zeke, again, you had no reason to be mad, but you were anyway. Why did you felt so attached to this lady? Why did you did what you did? 

It was 2:00 am, you couldn't sleep and you were so ashamed of being doing what that thing, what thing? Writing a love letter, a love letter to Yelena, with a pseudonym, with the first word that popped into your head: "Babooshka". You put perfume on the paper, and you signed it under that name, a scented letter, when you were finished, you let the envelope under your bed, and let it on Yelena's locker. 

Part three: How she was before the tears.

She woke up, feeling dazed and almost disappointed for being alive, when Yelena saw you, she recognized you for the stories of her colleagues, "Angel?" She guessed. 

"Hello", you smiled and giggle a bit for that nickname, "My name is y/n y/ln, and i will take care of you until you are better"

"If i'm with you means i'm already dead, you only take care of the ones that are almost there." Yelena asserted with a careless attitude. 

You wanted to protest, but it was meaningless, you wouldn't make her upset in her state, "May i ask how is your wound feeling? Are you in pain?" You kept that polite and sweet smile on your face. 

You kept taking care of Yelena, she healed way too soon, her body wanted to stay alive, but you couldn't say the same thing about her. You got to meet the real jewel of the battlefield, she told you her story, and you told her yours, you two knew everything about eachother, likes, dislikes, and sad pasts. You noticed how Yelena cried softly whenever she thought about her life before, her life before the tears, before the war, when she felt happy. And you also noticed that you could erase that tears, the touch between your soft hands and her ser face, was something magical, something that nobody could understand in that moment, but you two? You knew everything about it, about that love touch, those secret beautiful instants you shared. 

You were the one crying when Yelena got better, you were joyful for her recovery, but you knew that she had to go, and after that, you were going to lose her forever, or so you thought. "We can send eachother letters, and we can meet at night." She reassured you while you were laying on her chest, skin to skin, she kissed your forehead and caressed your cheeks with her strong and graceful hands, you purred at her cuddled your body in hers, you liked to kiss her scars, she had so many, it showed how determined she was on the battle and you liked that, the eyes and body of a soldier, and the heart of a suave lover, Yelena was always elegant, her movements could been rough and beastily, but she was soft and neat, whether i'll be fighting, talking, or embracing you. You could say with pride that only you knew this side of Yelena Armanovna, the subtle dominance she always established on her manner mixed with the chivalry and dulcet, that made the blonde woman truly enticing and amusing to anyone with enough luck to discover it.  

You knew that your letters to Yelena couldn't be too suspicious, so you took advantage of the fact that no one knew a thing about her, "Babooshka", was the pseudonym you choose, because everyone was going to think that it was from Yelena's grandmother. 

Your first letter to her, was this one: 

"My dearest Yelena, even though i promised that i wouldn't miss you too much, you have been away for three days and i'm already feeling the lack of your touch, and missing your dark eyes that make me shiver every time. I always thought that i would die without having loved, but you prove me wrong, i love you, i love every part of you, if i could picture perfection, it would be you, your laugh, your hair, the way you talk about home, everything about you would fit the word "perfect".

I swear to God and every star on the sky, that someday i will marry you, someday i will call you my wife, and you will be fully mine, and i will be fully yours. I know that you may think i'm silly because of this wish, but i know in my guts that i will become your wife, no matter how many years or Centuries i have to wait to do it.

All yours, Babooshka." 

When Yelena read the letter, she felt nothing but joy, she couldn't use words to describe how in love she was with everyone of your words, and giggled at the idea of marriage, of course she would marry you, she would marry you all the times that she could, she will make you hers every time, and she would submit herself to you every time. 

The two lovers kept sending and receiving love letters, and meeting at the comfort and hacen of the night, with only starts and the moon herself as a witness, sharing the intimacy of loving, not always touching two bodies, but the touch of two souls, two tormented souls who found love in a hopeless place.

It has been almost a year since the letters and secret meetings started to happen, Yelena and y/n couldn't be more in love, but tragedy was upon them. A soldier named Floch, started to notice the letters, and one day, he intercepted one, the love words were obviously not from Yelena's grandmother, and with fear of the jewel of the battlefield getting courted by a man who could get her pregnant and useless, this soldier tried to trace the letters, he spend days getting up triying to catch the mailman, and when he did it, he noticed that there wasn't an adress, so it must have been another soldier. After waiting for the guilty one to put the letter on the mail box, he saw y/n y/ln, the nurse, the angel, being a witness of how Satán corrupted the two women into a sapphic relationship, he ran into his superior's arms, showing him the evidence and warning him that given the nature of the letters, he may be grossed out by the devil's pervertion in the two women. 

The superior gave orders of keeping Armanovna here, and taking the nurse away, into a convertion field. 

Yelena was lucky to hear it, and she ran the fastest that she could into the critical patients nursery, where Y/N was. "Babooshka", she whispered at your ear while grabbing your arm yo take you away, you followed her into the woods. "What happened?" You asked with confution, you saw the look of pure fear un Yelena's eyes.

"They are going to tear us apart, they are are going to take you away, they will torture you there", she was ay the edge of crying, and so did you. 

"What can we do?" You couldn't think anything, you were all feelings

"Die, that's our only option, if we run away they will find anyway." The tall one tried to stay calm, failing

"You can't die, you mean hope for everyone!" Your conscience was heavy, you couldn't let Yelena die for you

"Y/n… You are the love of my life, if they take you away, i will kill myself anyway, i can't live without you, i can't just survive anymore, i need to live, when i'm with you i'm alive." Yelena wrapped you in a hug and you felt the tears falling on her face.

At the end, you agreed, Yelena already had a little bottle hidden in her uniform, you both took  sips until the bottle was empty, and you kissed and felt eachother like never before, because it was the last time, those were your last hours of life. You passed away after two hours, you were sleeping in Yelena's arms, while she was singing a lullaby from her hometown. 

She started with a cracked voice; "I know i do not have silver or gold like many others,

but i promise that i will wrap my bride in silk"  she stopped to cry a little.

"and i will love her with such depht,

that all my lacks she will forget, 

and she will love until the end… "

Yelena cried louder, and before falling asleep, and looked at your corpse with adoration.

I'm all yours, Babooshka. 

Part four: Babooshka

She woke up, ready for the exams, dressed with her usual suit, and put a lucky charm on her pocket. 

She was getting to class when she remembered, "my lucky pen is in my locker", so she went to get it, and saw a letter that fell sloppylly on her perfectly organized locker. She looked at the envelope and read "Babooshka", It clearly wasn't from her grandmother, one, because she would have written in "the tongue of mother Russia", two, because she was a bitter old woman that didn't write her, never, not even on her birthday, and three, because it was on her locker, not the mailbox. She opened it go find a love letter that has essence of a known perfume, she received the letter with a strange delight, smelling it and making a place on her locker for the piece of paper. 

These letters came one by one every week, and she knew they were from y/n, but Yelena couldn't help to love the letters, and she wanted to keep collecting more and more. 

She decided to shoot her shot after two months, when you two were studying together, she kissed your lips out of nowhere, leaving you completely confused and flustered.

"I- i thought you liked Zeke…" 

"Oh, i did" Yelena acted so shamelessly "But then you came."

"Do you say that a lot?" You asked annoying trying to shield from your notorious blush

"No, just you, Babooshka. I don't know why, but you make me fee… alive? I feel so close to you since i saw you." 

You didn't know what to do, you felt the same way, and you were way too nervous to think a witty reprise. 

"Why did you choose the pseudonym Babooshka?" Yelena have been wanting to ask you for a long time. 

"For real? I don't know, it just, familiar? I guess" 

"Ok, then" she smiled and pulled you closer

"I'm all yours, Babooshka."

[ackermanshoe]

"Mikasa?!"

"get your shit together"

"we are the only ones who can stop Eren"

Well smart ppl, this is the first time in the entirety of attack on titan Levi "snapped" towards Mikasa. The look on his eyes it's so full concern, did he know what was happening to her? Did he realise it was her headache or did he think it was Eren doing something?

Maybe he snapped bc he was absolutely tired of Erens shit and mikasa's hesitation towards him. Maybe he was so worried that he couldn't get his words to come out? "Get your shit together" is such a Levi think to say if he said "are you okay?" It would be so out of character.

I know I don't need to explain this as we are all aware that Levi's way with Mikasa is like none other, right? Eg when he snapped at historia for not being able to give a straight answer to the biggest decision of her life - more: he often snaps at hanji despite them being friends for years etc.

It also makes me wonder how Levi is so in touch with reality, he's right next to her, could it be that his presence helped Mikasa come back to hers and finally decide to end Eren?

"a theory isn't a fantasy, it's a coherent set of ideas intend to explain something.." and this is me theorising so stay with me. The Ackerman's who had their inhumane power activated are Levi Mikasa and Kenny. Kenny met his tragic end with Yuri, Levi met his tragic end with Erwin and now it is clearly Mikasa's turn. Ik it wasn't obvious but when Kenny Ackerman lost his liege he was completely alone then eventually he had died off. Isn't it funny how the only two Ackerman's to have had years side by side were Mikasa and Levi? It's just my belief that Erwin's death would have caused more harm on Levi if he hadn't had Mikasa by his side and Mikasa would have been more lost in her delusion or dreams without Levi's consent attempt to bring her back to reality. Eg female titan arc.

Even after killing Zeke Levi never found true happiness, was it really the purpose of his life? Definitely not. It almost feels like there's a loose end to tie, possibly with another Ackerman. This is where my theory ( or more questions ) about the shine in his eyes comes in which I will explain later.

I have always seen Mikasa as a doer, who is not indecisive and always goes for the kill. Levi knows that too. This one moment where got her headache and she hesitated to move forward it was a conflict that clearly irretated Levi.

But man if it were anyone else with all their love and care for Mikasa they would have snapped at her ages ago. The patience this man has for Mikasa is unmatched.

Furthermore

"got it"

"Mikasa"

He said this to himself, TO HIMSELF I repeat not to Mikasa or anyone. What does this tell me? It tells me he trusts Mikasa to make the right decision. He knows it's time and he knows that she won't hesitate this time. Remember the gleam in his eyes when Mikasa asked him to help her kill Eren?

It's a gleam of trust and recognition.

To me this is the purest form of support Levi has given not only to Mikasa but anyone at all. It kinda makes me feel soft if I'm being honest but I can't explain that with facts.

Might I mention how how Levi said mikasa's name more in this one chapter than he has said in the entire manga?

( if someone know why he never calls Mikasa by her name please let me know I'm so hung up on that and still wondering what could be the meaning behind it )

It can be said the same with Mikasa calling Levi "captain" several times in the last chapter and possibly this one.

It may be a personal view of mine but the I think there's a lot of significance in calling ones name. But in rivamika's relationship the lack there of name calling makes it much more interesting to theorise. I have always been someone who would hesitate to say my crush's name because I feel like it would be awkward and make the conversation much more intimate. Yeah it's just a theory but most people would avoid using their crushes name because it makes them nervous and the fact their crush exist near them much more realistic. ( Input scene from there first caridge scene where Levi called Mikasa by her name to tell her to protect Eren with all her skills and Mikasa had a drop sweat on her, she was caught off guard by his voice calling her name )

If I was to assume this is what happened with Levi not mentioning mikasa's name ( all that often ) then it kinda makes sense. And now that we have Levi finally calling out her name in the middle of a life or death battle it makes me wonder if he is finally breaking out of a invisible shell and confronting his feelings (?)

Note: "feelings" can be interpreted as romantic AND non romantic. I don't mean to say that I think he is in love with her that's realistically thinking.

Idk how to word this properly but it's like he is becoming more aware of mikasa's importance in his life and vice versa (?)

Ones name is the biggest connection they have with their individuality and the fact that Levi calls her name several times in this particular chapter makes me think it's somehow connected to Mikasa letting go off Eren and choosing herself + Levi and whoever is left to save. I believe Levi already knew this since the moment the gleam came into his eyes, like I mentioned many many many times Levi knows things about Mikasa before she does. For Levi it's like looking into a mirror that goes backwards in time.

If I'm going to talk more about the gleam in Levi's eyes I might as well put it all down on the table and you can view it however you want.

Remember this

"is it from hope or despair that this strength comes from?"

Well the gleam to me represents hope, not only for the survival of them two by killing Eren, but for Mikasa herself, finding herself MIGHT just be the gleam of hope Levi's strength came from. Individuality. This is more like forshadowing the future than the present.

It also reminds me of S1 when Levi's eyes gleamed when Eren expressed his hatred towards the titans. The look of obsession, to kill the titans and now mikasa's determination to kill Eren ( her obsession).

If I'm being a delulu then yes I do think he is in love with her and nothing less 🤩 and this look^^ above is so sexy can they just idk send me the wedding invitation already I'm 🕯️😔🕯️ tired of waiting.

Anyways I'm going to end this here I feel like I write so much and if anyone asked me what this was all about in real life I would prolly run away rather than speaking. Thank you guys for being here and supporting me and everyone else! I hope the last chapter is at least 100 pages long because we need it 😭🕯️😭.

Edit: I apologize for making this so long I was going to post it like tomorrow but I think it will makes sense if I do it now rather than later.

Also regarding the snapping bit I honestly think it's just because the way he speaks it comes out as harsh which is natural for his character we already know he cares so much about her, he was panicking guys.

[bruhstories]

Of Tattoos and Accidents

Summary: Sasha and Connie drag you to your tattoo appointment and you don’t regret it. Pairing: Armin Arlert x Fem!Reader Warnings & Content: language, tattoo artist!Armin Word Count: 1.3 k

A/N: Ha, I didn't write a smutty piece!

"Ready for your first tattoo?" Connie barged into your bedroom followed by Sasha as you were brushing your untamed hair. "Absolutely not. Is it too late to cancel?" You sighed, the idea of a needle poking your skin making you throw up. "Come on, Y/N, you had 2 fractured ribs, a broken leg and you still walked to class after that wardrobe fell on you. You can take a needle." Sasha encouraged you, her hand patting your head. "Yeah, and then I fainted during that same class." "I'm amazed, really. Remember when you got run over, got up and still came to my party?" Connie shook his head. "How are you scared of a tattoo?" "I'm just scared of needles, okay?" You sighed. There was nothing you could do to convince your friends to cancel that stupid appointment you drunkenly made. "But not scared of getting hit by a car? Come on, Y/N, we're gonna be late." The brunette grabbed your arm and dragged you out of the room with Connie pushing you from behind. It was decided: they were gonna force you to get that tattoo whether you liked it or not. Besides, how bad could it be? "I don't wanna do this, guys. Please, let's go back! I promise I'll do your dishes for the rest of my life!" You cried out as your friends pulled you into the tattoo parlour. Your hand grabbed the door handle as you were trying to resist them, nails clawing their arms. "Sweet Jesus, let go of me or I'll call your parents!" You resorted to empty threats. "Um, you guys need any help?" A foreign voice asked and your eyes darted to the source. "Hi, you must be Armin." Connie smiled, his arms around your waist as he tried to pick you up but you just wouldn't let go of the damn handle. "I'm Connie, I have an appointment with Eren. These are Sasha and Y/N." "Is she alright?" Armin whispered, a look of concern on his face. "She's just stubborn, aren't you?" "I wanna go home, please!" You bit into Sasha's hand, the girl letting out a yelp. "Y/N? You must be my 3 o'clock." The blond calmly stated. "First time, I assume?" He playfully asked you. "Come on, woman, get it together. Remember when that dog bit you and you limped back home, too afraid to go to the hospital?" Connie snickered. "Please stop talking." You pursed your lips. "Hey, I promise it won't hurt." Armin smiled. Your grip around the handle loosened and you finally took a good look at him. A few piercings in his ears, a killer tattoo around his neck and eyes so blue you could drown in them. The man looked both like an angel and a devil, and it intrigued you. After you finally calmed down your friends went into two separate rooms, Connie to get his seventh tattoo, Sasha to pierce her septum and you were left with Armin, who invited you into what seemed like a reception room. "You don't have to bullshit me, I know it's gonna hurt like a motherfucker." You took a seat on an armchair as he handed you a portfolio of his drawings and doodles to choose from. "I'm not bullshitting you, it all depends where you'll have me– it. The tattoo." The blond shook his head at his slip and you couldn't stifle the giggle that came out of your mouth. "Sorry, it's been a long day." He lied. "No worries." You smiled and flipped through the pages. "Wait, these are all done by you?" "Every single one." "Damn, you're really good!" "Thanks." His cheeks flushed red. "Um, anyway, it really all depends on the area on your body. Shoulders hurt the least." "What hurts the most?" You asked, curiosity dripping down your tongue. "Umm... feet and... " "And?" "L-lower areas." Armin was blushing furiously. Normally he wouldn't have a problem explaining these things to his clients, he wasn't necessarily a prude, but something about you made him stutter like a toddler. "Oh, ooooh, I get it, duh!" You rolled your eyes at the slow gears in your head. "I think I want this one." You handed him back his portfolio and pointed at the splendid drawing of two koi fish, representing yin and yang. It perfectly mirrored your style, as well as your personality, and you were content with your choice. "Perfect! And where will you have

me? IT! Jesus, I'm so sorry." He trailed off, your smile only making him more flustered. "Honestly, just take me out first." You joked, fingers playing with a lock of hair. "I think I'll have it on my upper shoulder. I'm not ready for too much pain yet." "Great, let's get you ready." The shirt you were wearing was loose enough for you to pull it down your arm, offering Armin both enough room to work, and a good view into your cleavage whenever he got up from his chair. He was a professional, though, and whenever he focused nothing could distract him. The first puncture made you suck your teeth and clench your fists but he was right, it didn't hurt as bad as you thought it would. "So, what was that about a dog biting you?" The blond asked, brows furrowed, eyes on your shoulder. "Oh, God, Connie and his stupid mouth... I'm kinda prone to accidents. I'm not clumsy, just severely lacking luck." You explained with a sigh. "Yet you're still scared of needles?" "Um, yes? I guess we all have a phobia. Some are scared of spiders, others of heights. I'm terrified of needles." "Yet I'm poking you." Armin laughed, the smile quickly fading after realising how sexual that sounded. "With a needle, I mean." You were beginning to wonder if he was doing it on purpose. "Well, I gotta face my fears, don't I? Besides, I've always wanted a tattoo. I used to get those temporary ones when I was a kid." "Well, maybe you'll get some more. Oh, I'm gonna have to do the shading now. This might hurt a bit more." He let you know before getting up and changing the needle. "Got anything for me to bite into?" You joked, genuinely hoping it wouldn't be that bad, but to Armin it sounded like an invitation. "N-not really." "I'll just use my hand then." Goodness gracious, it hurt like a bitch. You bit into your knuckles, almost drawing blood, muffled curses filling the room. It amused and concerned him to see someone so determined to get a tattoo, despite your intolerance for pain and fear of needles. "Fucking hell!" You removed the fist out of your mouth, nails digging into your thighs. "Bitch ass motherfucker!" "It's over!" Armin laughed at your reaction. "It's alright, Y/N, I'm done." "Oh, thank the fucking Lord!" You wiped the tears off of your cheeks. Armin cleaned you up and gently placed a patch over your first (and last) tattoo before handing you a booklet with instructions. The two of you walked back into the reception room and you plopped back on the armchair, careful not to touch it with your shoulder. "Um, I don't normally do this but do you want to go out for a drink sometime?" The blond smiled. "I'm paying." "Yeah, you better pay after what I went through." You chuckled. "So, is that a yes?" "It's a definite yes." "Y/N, I thought you were getting murdered in there." Connie walked in followed by who you assumed to be Eren. "Ah shit, was I that loud?" "Loud? I think you guys need to soundproof your rooms." Sasha chimed in, flaunting her new piercing. Armin walked you and your friends out and handed you a small piece of paper with his number on it. "What was that all about?" The brunette eyed you up and down with a shit-eating grin on her face. "I don't know what you're talking about." You slid the paper in your pocket. "Wait, Armin gave you his number? Think you can get me a free tat?" Connie sneered at you. "Oh, yeah, totally!" "Really?" "Hell no."

[kneesntoess]

I'm interested in like all of the TMA fics lol, but I'll ask about just this one: Martin-and-food. I'm also really curious about the hobbit au of doom???

I'll start by talking about Martin-and-Food!

Also see further down for Hobbit AU of Doom shenanigans!

content warning before we go any further for disordered eating!

Martin & Food is less a wip and more a collection of thoughts I have about Martin, his relationship to food, and how that is informed by poverty, food insecurity and being responsible for resource management when you have no control over those resources. Many of these thoughts are informed by my own experience with food, poverty and being white working class

I'm still hashing out a structure, but I have a few emotional beats or core ideas I know I want to explore:

anxiety over affording food, and whether he will have enough of it with a corresponding fear about "wasting" food

anxiety about social engagements that involve food, especially in situations where the social rules are less well definied - splitting a bill vs. paying for your own, sharing communal food e.g. in the break room, outings that may or may not involve food of varying expense levels - and compensating by avoiding those situations or by controlling them (because then he knows exactly how much he as spent and that he doesn't "owe" anyone anything in the future

shame around not having tried certain foods or flavour profiles, and a lack of experience with preparing or cooking food because it's hard to experiment when you know burning or not liking someone means going hungry

I have begun gathering evidence from canon that might go into these, though! At the moment I am thinking specifically about how he had enough food in his apartment for two weeks captivity, and his reaction to Jon's birthday party. But I still have notes to make on the Vibes from a few other episodes, especially Recollections!

As for the Hobbit AU of Doom!

I have, uh, approximately 5000 words of outline for this fic alone, and I really do mean outline. This whole thing is timetabled to span several decades if I ever manage to actually write it!

Essentially a fix it fic in which Thorin, Fili & Kili survive the Hobbit and go on to live in and rebuild Erebor and I play fast and loose with canon because I can do what I want. Endgame Thorin/Bilbo & Kili/Tauriel, with Legolas/Gimli if I ever get that far.

Bilbo initially intends to return to the Shire, pack up Bag End, and then join the first caravan leaving Eren Luid back to Erebor to be with Thorin his new family. Upon arriving home, however, he find a tiny orphaned Frodo desperately in need of a little kindness in the sprawling chaos of his very many cousins and decides to take him in, delaying his return to Erebor for several years. Many shenanigans ensue before Bilbo and his nephew finally make the journey to the mountains again.

This post is already incredibly long, so here, have a snippet! In which Bilbo meets a young Frodo for the first time

There was a child in Bilbo's usual spot.

Dark haired and very pale, and somewhat smaller than Bilbo had come to expect of Brandybuck faunts, curly head bent forward over the enormous book in his lap, wearing well made but obviously secondhand clothes. It was unusual to find so young a child unattended and alone - Bilbo was no judge of faunt ages, but this one couldn't have been even a tween - nor one so quiet.

"Hullo, lad," Bilbo said, in his best approximation of jovial non-threat.

The small head of curly hair shot up suddenly, revealing wide blue eyes and soft, round cheeks, lightly dusted with freckles.

"'ullo," the lad said, and began a sort of nervous, full body fidget, chewing on one thumb. "Who are you?"

Bilbo laughed, and found himself sitting down on the floor beside the lad, legs folded under him and hands in his lap. "I'm Bilbo Baggins, my lad."

"Bilbo!" The small boy’s face transformed for a moment into delighted disbelief, and the wiggling increased. "My Auntie __ has been telling stories about you."

"Has she now?" Bilbo said, deeply amused. He must have caused quite a scandal - and, bilbo privately thought, quite a lot of disappointment. He wondered what the old bag had had her eye on at Bag End.

"Uh huh. She says you're - " the lad frowned, tongue sticking out, as he worked his way through the word. "Disreputable!"

"Well!" Bilbo replied, feeling very pleased with himself.

[cosmicjoke]

Hi there cosmic! I noticed you've recently answered an ask in regards to Levi's thoughts in 133. Your response actually made me very curious. I totally agree with you regarding the fact the promise is not the only factor Levi is focusing on but in chapter 133 wasn't his intention of bringing up Zeke as the mediator of the rumbling Because of the fact he wants to desperately kill him (u know, taking the promise into account about this)? I always thought this was the primary reason but I could be wrong.

The reason it seems to me this way is probably because in 136 he was desperately looking for Zeke even in his severe condition to kill him. I don't think it's right to consider Levi as an one-dimentional character tbh. He's so much more than his promise to Erwin. That's why I'm struggling with these thoughts. Twitter can be detrimental in this case as well. Anyways, I'd love to read ur opinion on this matter. Thanks!

Hi there,

Of course Levi wanted to kill Zeke, because not only Erwin, but all of the soldiers that had followed him in his charge died that day precisely to give Levi a chance to kill the Beast Titan. It wasn't simply his promise to Erwin that motivated Levi into wanting to kill Zeke, but more than anything, his desire to ensure his comrades that died that day didn't die in vain. Levi's failure to kill Zeke that day was, to him, a failure to render the deaths of his comrades with purpose.

But to claim that was the ONLY reason Levi wanted to kill Zeke is absurd. Levi had, at that point, pretty much given up on any chance of it even happening, knowing in his current condition, and his inability to know where Zeke was, or locate him at all, his chances of fulfilling the promise he made that day were slim. But he was still, even having resigned himself to the likelihood of not being able to kill Zeke, fighting for humanity, to save humanity. Once again, further evidence of this fact lies in how Levi continued to fight even after he'd chopped Zeke's head off. He was the first to realize everyone was being turned into Titans, and knew that only he and Mikasa would be able to finally end it by putting an end to Eren. It was Levi who dragged Mikasa up onto Falco's back and rallied and lead her into doing what needed to be done, and himself gave her the opening she needed to deliver the final blow. If ALL Levi cared about was killing Zeke, he would have just laid back and let whatever was going to happen, happen, and not done anything to fight it. But instead he did exactly the opposite.

People take Levi's desire to kill Zeke and twist it into some absurd, out of character drive for revenge, when it was never about that. It was about ensuring the lives of his comrades in Shinganshina weren't given in vain. Levi was so obsessed with killing Zeke because he couldn't bear the thought of all those men and women dying for no reason at all, he couldn't tolerate the idea that they gave their lives for nothing. So of course, he was determined to kill Zeke, but within the greater context of Eren's mass destruction, the need to kill him became broader than just giving the sacrifices of his comrades that day meaning, and became an actual, practical need in the face of Eren's genocide. The proof of this lies also in the fact that it DID stop the Rumbling, once Zeke was dead.

Another angle I don't think people ever consider, in Levi bringing up killing Zeke in 133, is that, despite Eren's betrayal and mad actions, like everyone else there, Levi had considered him and still, in many ways I think, wanted to consider Eren his friend and ally. When Levi learns of the MP's plans to feed Eren to someone else, he's wholly against the idea, in part because he can't, again, bear the thought that he and his comrades had sacrificed so much to protect and rescue Eren all those years, again and again, only for it to end in his being killed, but also, I think, because he didn't WANT to just flatly condemn Eren and believe without question that he'd turned on all of them and their goals. No one ever considers that it was hard for Levi too, to have to watch Eren lose his mind like that and go on a genocidal rampage, or that it would be painful for Levi, to have to kill one of his comrades, a young man whom he'd fought with and beside for the better part of five years at that point. But knowing how deeply Levi cares for all his comrades, how attached he becomes, and how heavily their loss' always weigh on him, it only makes perfect sense that it would be incredibly difficult and heartbreaking for him, to have to be pitted against him, to indeed have to take his life in order to save the lives of others. I think, beyond saving humanity, Levi was also, like the rest of his group, hoping beyond hope that Eren could still, in some way, be saved.

Well, anyway, anyone who tries to claim that Levi only cared about killing Zeke because he was obsessed with getting revenge for Erwin have such a miserably stupid lack of understanding for his character, they aren't even worth engaging with, honestly. It shows a profound deficiency in reading comprehension on their part. Either that, or, like I said before, they're just haters, looking for a reason to shit on Levi because he's more popular than whoever their favorite might be. Probably Eren, or Zeke, lol.

[ravenhealer5]

Okay what about Mikasa jealousy ? Some shippers think that Jean was with other women (in those 3 years they have been apart)What do you think about all that ?

Kinda similar imo. We've seen jealous Mikasa in the story but I don't think that's a very good assessment because

1) the whole time we see her in the story, she's struggling with severe trauma and this trauma mostly connected to Eren ie her bond with Eren is the bond most heavily affected by her trauma.

2) her relationship with Eren is very unbalanced, there's lack of communication and understanding, there's a distance even though they're technically together all the time. so it's not a situation where you can expect anyone to feel secure.

so, I believe an older Mikasa who has overcome her trauma will act differently in a secure relationship. I can see her getting a little jealous when she has started to develop feelings for Jean but isn't exactly aware of it. hypothetically I'll say there will be more scenarios where Mikasa is likely to get jealous than where Jean is likely to get jealous simply because Mikasa is very introverted so she won't be interacting with too many people while Jean is good with people. But I can't see anything over the top. I can, however, see her being scared of losing him because of her past experiences. For example getting worried if he's late at night or she doesn't get his letter in time when he is away for work etc.

I'm putting the second part under a cut.

So, that's not what I personally headcanon but people are free to imagine scenarios however they want.

I used to read a lot of shoujo romance (also josei ) mangas when I was younger and often in those stories the guy is like a sex god who has been sleeping with several other women but the girl is a blushing virgin. I didn't inherently hate this trope when I first came across it but slowly as I saw this pattern repeat I just... got tired. This trope is also very common in fan fiction. The same story where the guy is like yes I slept with those women but you are the one I love the girl will be like do you think I'd give you my virginity if I didn't love you? The subtext here is kinda... interesting. Or at least I find it to be given most cultures around the globe has always attached this virginal image to women, associating it with their 'purity' etc (if you were in aot fandom when the extra pages cane out you'll know we're still not over this mindset, maybe individuals are but as a society we still have a long way to go). I'm not saying people who read or write or enjoy this trope are bad, or supportive of this whole obsession with women's sex life, it's just something I think about (I don't think everyone sits down and overanalyses their every single choice trying to find out the deeper cause behind everything). Hence it's not my cup of tea. For me, if they're gonna have sex with other people it's gonna be both of them, and if they're not gonna have sex with other people it'll be both of them. I think in other places around the world it's super rare to find people who are a virgin at 25 (it seems like a sin past 25) but it's not around me so I don't find it hard to imagine. Also I don't imagine Jean, Connie and Armin were living a fun life those three years I doubt people welcomed them with open arms after what happened so I believe they had things to keep them busy and you know... self help is also an option lmao.

[peachymess]

I'm not sure if you've answered this before, but if you don't mind me asking, why don't you like Historia? It's okay if you don't, I'm just curious.

I don’t want to elaborate greatly, because I get really worked up about Historia and I prefer to use my energy on the character that fuel my love rather than those that fuel my... not-love.

Very roughly said, I feel like she’s grossly self-centered. I’m sure a lot of people will disagree with me. To many, she’s a beacon of good things. And like I said, I welcome the positive she can inspire in others. I’m sure Armin is awful in others’ eyes (as a matter of fact, I have a friend who says they think Armin is the most selfish character of the show. I respectfully, seethingly disagree, but there you go), but that won’t stop the positive he inspires in me.

Personally, I’m greatly put off by Historia. During training camp, she canonically intended to let Daz die by her ignorant hand, all so she could go out looking good. She cared not that Daz would like to live; all she saw was her chance to die in a fashionable way. We all have weak moments and think selfish things, but this disregard/lack of care for other people’s lives continues through the story: when Armin body doubles for her, to make sure SHE is safe, she doesn’t even give a damn. She talks about how “Krista probably would, but not me, I’m too edgy” and we’re supposed to love that quirky edge because “yas, she’s finally embracing her inner bitch”. But honestly? She’s just finally showing that she’s selfish, and that’s never a good look in my book. I could end the post here and talk about Armin’s speech about good vs bad people here: you’re never good to everyone, and so, when Historia doesn’t care about Armin endangering himself for her, she’s not a good person to him - and thus to me... but there’s more.

Disregarding the fact that she admits she was also about to listen to Reiss and eat Eren (aka she’s not default “good” and could just as well pick her own selfish route for things that has several people’s lives in the balance - and yes I know she changed her mind because of Eren being sad but it rubs me the wrong way that the only way her compassion is awoken is when people become reflections of her own pain), what really set my disdain for her in stone, was when she told Ymir to tear down that tower. I know a lot of people love that moment for what it symbolizes between her and Ymir - and you’re right, I like that too - but that comes a poor second to the fact that Historia just told Ymir to sacrifice not only Historia, but also 3 other people’s lives for herself! Historia is fine with dying (or the romanticized idea of it, more like - which is an entirely different and equally irking topic about her), and if she wants to sacrifice herself for someone else, that’s fine. But by telling Ymir to tear down the tower, Historia just made the executive decision to sacrifice Reiner, Bertolt and Connie as well. They had no say. And Historia didn’t give a damn.

That moment shocked me. It disgusted me. Thank god Ymir has a bigger heart than her and didn’t go with Historia’s pick of action. Who is she to make the life and death decision for others? It’s one thing to be in a dire position where you’re expected to make hard choices for a living (aka Erwin) - and cut lives short with a heavy but resolute heart... but it’s something completely different to just value your own stance and not care about the rest. On that roof, Historia didn’t even consider the other three boys, and I don’t understand why I don’t see more people talking about this. She’s self-centered. Historia literally just decided to say “to hell with Reiner, Bertolt and Connie” and I have never been fine with it. Not for any amount of “beautiful symbolism”. I’ve spoken before about the end justifying the means - but that isn’t even the case here. Ymir < 4 other lives.

Listen... on a level, I can identify with the suicidal part of Historia. I, too, have genuinely wanted to die for many many many years. I think that’s part of why I’m so angry at her. Because I get it. Even down to the wanting to die in a way that looks good or gives me some sort of honor I could never find while I was alive. But this is also why I hate her so much. Because despite the intense pain, I have a personal rule: that as long as you have someone - even if it’s just one person - in your life who cares about you, you are not allowed to end it. Because as soon as there is someone else who’ll be affected negatively by your death, this life is no longer yours to take; it’s no longer just about you. In other words: you can discard your own life and hurt yourself however you like, but it ends as soon as other people’s suffering is involved. It’s a complex topic and I could elaborate for pages and pages. But the bottom line here is that in my mind, she crossed an unforgivable line when she started endangering others due to her own suicidal wish. Taking others down with you just because it benefits you, is extremely selfish. And I know personally that depression and the likes is a terrible pain to have to live with, but... she doesn’t even care about others. Shes not fighting her self-centered POV; she’s not being “too weak from pain to put others first anymore”, she just flat out disregards that other people’s wishes matter as much as her own. And I can’t support that.

I know others who love her may have analyzed her more than me. You might point to the orphanage and say “no, she’s a selfless queen”, and I probably can’t hold a candle to the in-depth analysis’ you’ve got for me. But I say save it. Snk is full of characters, everyone will find someone to love. I have Armin (and so many more), and so as long as I don’t go out of my way to waste energy on hating and dragging Historia and the other parts of the story I dislike all the time, I think it’s fine to leave me in my corner. I see only the bottom line that you can’t change: that she tried to kill Daz for her own gain, that she didn’t give a damn about Armin when he was risking his life for her, that she was about to kill Eren just to feel fake love from a father figure, and that she decided to let 3 people die because she herself was fine with it. I can’t agree with those things. And that’s fine. She’s a complex character, and if anything positive can be said from all this, it’s that I’m happy I hate her for complex reasons rather than what it started out as: hating her for being the flat moe kawaii insert character that I thought she was for the first two arcs. Isayama got me good with that one.