#levi loves hanji

[theysangastheyslew]

Hurray for more pre-war shenanigans 🥳

Feels kinda anti-climatic now considering how long I wrestled with this one but oh well! Who has time to learn how animate things anyways? 😆 Now would this have worked better time-wise if LH were talking to Magath and Pieck? Yes, but it’s hard to pass up the opportunity to call Yelena a bitch :)

[violetscanfly]

How to care for your scientist - a visual guide

[rivai-hana]

levi and hange illustration by wit studio

That's amazing art of levihan

[fruity-blogs]

Sometimes I wonder if Levi giving out candies to the kids ever remind him of how Hanji greeted him, Isabel and Furlan to the Survey Corps.

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I WILL NEVER RECOVER.

[silly-cherries]

big fan of the "for twenty five years I've lived with him, fought with him, starved with him. twenty five years my bed is his, if that's not love, what is?" ships

[heliocentricsunflower]

matching/complementing injuries I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE LEVIHAN.

[sodafizzyart]

The news of Ranma 1/2 reboot is inspiring me to steal little parts of Rumiko Takahashi's style (again)

[aengelren]

He’s so lonely

[baybtron]

Silver Springs

artwork by @artdarypeacher on Twitter.

Beauty;

- When our countenance glows with inner peace and happiness, we radiate real beauty. Happiness comes from what we give of ourselves to others. It comes from the love we feel in relationships that are dear to us.

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“Beautiful is a strong word, would you say Hanji represented the meaning of Beauty? Or would you say that she represented something else?”

Silence.

“Mr. Ackerman?”

The camera pans.

“She was more than beautiful.”

His voice firm as it echoed throughout the room.

He looked up at the interviewer, her legs crossed, hands folded neatly in her lap.

“Fans would often see you two in public, sometimes even paparazzi. They’d describe your gaze as.. almost annoyed—“

“False.” He said almost immediately, his voice cutting off the sound of the woman’s voice.

Her brows raised as she adjusted herself in her seat, nodding her head slowly.

“I could never be annoyed with her.” He said. Though his face held nothing, his eyes said everything. “Sure, I said hurtful.. very.. hurtful things to her… but if I knew then.. I’d have told her then.. that it was only out of anger.” His voice going quiet as he looked up face to face with the interviewer.

The interviewer nodded her head as she listened intently. “And you’re.. you’re implying that you spoke with her before the accident?”

“Yes.” He nodded.

“If you don’t mind,” The interviewers voice quieted down, her eyes flickering down for a few seconds before back up at him. “What happened?— Some citizens claimed to have seen her during her last moments.. describing her as distraught— or upset. Why is that? Was it because of your last conversations with each other?” She asked.

“We got into an argument.” He said, his eyes slowly panned down.

“An argument? Why?”

“It’s best if I leave it unsaid.”

Silence.

Regret, sadness, and grief… all in one.

“I wish I could see her again.” He said quietly. The interviewer almost looked surprised at his words.

“Do you?” She asked with a small nod. “Fans did always.. think you two had some sort of.. well.. relationship with each other— rather than you just being her bodyguard. Tell me, Mr. Ackerman, did you and Hanji ever have.. a deeper relationship than fans knew of between the two of you?”

Nobody could tell, but he did hesitate. His eyes flickering upwards.

“We were engaged.” He let out quietly. Nodding his head faintly, and slowly. If he wasn’t on camera, he’d have vomit. Not because he was engaged to her, no, but because he couldn’t call himself her fiancé after the hurtful things he’d said to her.

“And would you say her being gone has taken a toll on your daily life?” The interviewer asked. “If so, how?”

He could say lots of things, many things, but he wasn’t sure how he could put it in words. Every night since then, regret, he lay in bed, he thinks… What could he have done differently?

Had he had ran after her that night, regardless of the pouring rain… he could’ve stopped her, and said.. “Let’s talk this out.” But he didn’t.

If—

“Mr. Ackerman, sir?” The interviewers voice shot through his thoughts.

His gaze flickered back up towards her. “Ah, right.” He adjusted himself slightly, “My apologies.” He said.

The interviewer shook her head, “No, it’s fine. Continue.” She said softly.

He let out a quiet exhale, nodding his head slowly. “It seems like time cast a spell on me so I won’t forget her.” He said, his eyes staring at the ground as he spoke. “Every day, whether I’m asleep, awake, working, on the phone.. It’s like the she follows me down till the sound of her voice haunts me.” He said with almost a soft, dry chuckle.

“And where do you feel that leaves you?” She asked.

He shook his head. “I don’t know.” He said, quietly. His eyes staring off into the blankness. Silence filled the room as the interviewer nodded. He inhaled thickly, “I often find myself staring at billboards that still hold her face.” His eyes looked back at the interviewer once again. “I still see her in green and blue colors. I don’t want her to leave my head, I don’t want to forget the memory of her whether she haunts me or not. I could’ve done anything— everything differently. And I didn’t.” He said, clearing his throat as he felt it trying to break through.

The interviewer listened with a somber expression. “Do you ever get angry with yourself.. knowing that you’re still grieving five years later?”

“No.” He said quietly.

“But I do get angry at myself for not going after her when I had the opportunity.”

[johnson965]

Levi & Hange's Illustration by WIT Studio

[izzy-prizzy]

No. No. Stay. Stay. I can't do this. I can't. Stay. Stay. I can't. I need you. I can't. Don't go. Don't go. You can't do this to me. You can't. Stay. Stay. Stay. How could i ever-. No. No. I can't. Stay. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. I need you to stay. How could i ever let you go?. No. I can't. I can't. Stay. Please. Please. Please. Please. Stay. Stay. Stay. please...

"Devote your heart"

[siriuslytruee]

I want a feel good aot fan fic. where they all live and are happy together. i don't even need for there to be a specific ship, i just need them all living freely without worrying about imminent danger headed their way. no betrayals and severed bonds.

yes i love happy endings and fluff, in case that wasn't already clear.

[dramaticduckie]

Found this in my camera feed, Spoof on Titan is an underrated gem istg 😭

[rivai-hana]

attack on titan 2 game conversation between levi and hange 💚💜

Levi's words to hange : you came back alive that's enough for me don't let your gurd down

[oggirlboss]

༺ ♰ ༻ hopeless ༺ ♰ ༻

pairing[s]: yandere! slytherin!levi ackerman x afab! ravenclaw! reader and hanji zöe x being a phenomenal human being that deserves the entire world

warning[s]: stalking and obsession

summary: you and levi share professor snape's potions class, but that's not enough for levi. he needs more. and he's willing to go as far as it takes.

word count: 0.9k

potions class was a special hell for levi ackerman. the ravenclaw and slytherin fifth years had the class together, which led to a fierce competition for top student. this, of course, is where he met you.

pretty, little miss perfect. [y/n] [l/n]. god was he obsessed.

any focus on the course material flew out the window. why learn how bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses? why learn how to bottle fame, brew glory, or put a stopper in death when perfection was just within his grasp?

"mr. ackerman~" professor snape stopped his lecture. "do pay attention, otherwise i will send you out of this classroom. you wouldn't like that; would you?" levi would really like to stay and watch you, but on second thought, your seat was right next to the door. maybe if he left he could discretely run his fingers through your hair before he was forced away from you. "mr. ackerman?"

"yes, sir?" levi turned away from you to stare at the chalkboard snape was writing on. snape stepped forward and slammed the piece of chalk onto levi's desk. his scowl deepened as he leaned closer and said something that struck a cord inside levi.

"you're hopeless." snape didn't know how right he was.

you're only a fourth year, but your talents in professor snape's class were unrivaled. the greasy bastard even went as far as securing you a seat in the class above your year to challenge you. it should have been too easy for levi to sweet talk his way into your heart, but that preverted half-blood professor had to assign seats. levi wanted to kill himself as soon as hanji zoë plopped their ass in the seat next to his. could this year be any worse?

"leviii-" hanji gripped onto the sleeve of his robe and shook him, lost in their excitement. god knows what it was about this time.

"shut it, shitty glasses." levi spat out as he turned away from them.

"awwwww!!!" they screamed, drawing the attention of all their classmates. "is little baby levi pouting?" the people closest began to let little giggles slip through the quiet atmosphere, hanji's antics never failing to break the ice that came with having first period potions. levi however, wasn't pleased in the slightest, but one look at you made him forget his anger.

his obsession started out small. little handwritten notes slipped into your textbooks and love letters dropped into your favorite cauldron in potions class. you read them all of course, and looked them over when you felt insecure. you rolled up the notes and placed them in a pink tinted jar beneath your bed, while the letters were wrapped in twine and hidden under your pillow. it was an awfully sweet gesture, keeping them was the least you could do.

but imagine levi's delight when he discovers this?! oh he's so happy his little princess did this. it will only make him want to spoil you more.

he memorized the entire layout of ravenclaw tower for you. astute rowena definitely didn't plan for a certain slytherin to be capable of answering every riddle thrown at him by that eagle shaped knocker embedded in the door. he's snuck into your room during the late hours of the night, either watching you sleep or writing down everything he sees and touching everything he could. He pays special attention to you from 3 am to 4 am because he knows that's the time your body is weakest and most likely to just give up and let you die. and you can't die. not on his watch.

he's always out of sight before the sun comes up, and ready to write the next letter.

but today was different. the air was more crisp. life was being lived more today than any other day. and he was going to speak to you.

"oi, brat." he called across the room at you.

you. you. you. it's all you.

"yes?" you looked up from the book in your lap, his steel grey eyes focused on your pretty, [e/c] eyes.

how cute! you're so polite to him. levi reaches into the pocket of his robe and nearly sighed at the coarse feeling of your diary in his hands. he'd taken it from you so long ago, that he could barely part with the black, leather bound parchment. he's read it over four or five times, enough to have all your little secrets memorized. "found this under a willow tree in the courtyard. thought you'd be missing it."

a lie.

he'd stolen it from your bag while you weren't watching. the cute way your cheeks heated was enough satisfaction to last him a lifetime.

but he's so selfish.

and he's going to drown himself in you.

[lostcauses-noregrets]

The Final Season DVD illustration.