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koiishyy · 8 months ago

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The death of peace of mind (time is a thief)

ღ summary : Your keen sense for imminent threats and disaster's goes haywire during an otherwise once in a lifetime festival, and if you were given one more minute, then everything might have been different. pairing : porco galliard x braun! reader tags/content warnings : graphic depictions of violence, swearing, depictions of a panic attack and survivors guilt. pre-established relationship, hurt/comfort. a/n: this is the first reader fic i've uploaded to tumblr since i was fourteen, be gentle with my soul pls. enjoy!

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There’s a taste lingering on the tip of your tongue.

It’s sickeningly sweet and accompanied by an icy chill that sends goosebumps pricking across your biceps. Dribbling down the side of your hand, it trickles across your skin towards your sleeve. At this rate, it’ll stain the cream-colored uniform. With another lick, you quell the racing liquid.

Strawberries.

It tastes like well-ripened strawberries.

Ice cream isn’t a luxury you’re often afforded within the Liberio internment camp. It’s one of many foods that is solely attainable past the gates. A delicacy that the Marleyans decided to withhold from the spawns of devils. You can stain your hands with the blood of their enemies and do their dirty work, but they can’t even allow the simple, regular pleasure of ice cream.

Today is a different tale, however. Today is a celebration. The war against the Allied Forces took longer than predicted, but even with the countless setbacks, Marley’s victory reigns true.

All thanks to the race they despise so much, of course.

Now, there’s vendors packed, lining the streets of Liberio. Exotic foods and little knick-knacks sit front and present at every booth. It’s supposed to put the foreign guests at ease and make them feel happy that they signed a peace treaty with the country that proceeded to massacre them. There’s supposed to be a play about what you have no idea—at some point in the debrief you had tuned out Zeke’s voice.

The younger candidate’s run amok before you, weaving through the crowd with excitement gleaming in their eyes. Every sweet treat entices them, and every savory dish catches their wonder-filled eyes. Of course, your sister is among them; in fact, Gabi is the most vocal of them. Her brown eyes ogle fascinated over a monstrosity of a chocolate drizzled crepe, the desire to stuff her belly full of the unique pastries setting her up for stomach-aching punishment later.

She’s babbling to Reiner, whom, for once, you’re grateful for, over the treat. He’s been graciously paying for the food, even at your protests.

Over the years of your youth, you’ve butted heads more times than you’d like to admit with your cousin. His arrogance over being a half-blooded Marleyan being the biggest argument starter. Now, after he returned from Paradis, he’s different. Different in a way you can’t quite put your finger on. Whatever he went through with the island devils changed him. You don’t argue anymore, not like you used to.

Pieck has also been keeping up well with the candidates, trailing after them and engaging in conversation. You watch as money exchanges hands and Gabi receives her crepe. Pieck laughs as she practically inhales it after the first bite. You even manage to capture the faint crack of a smile from Reiner.

Udo and Zofia stand off to the side. Udo does most of the talking you notice. The kid has the innate ability to chatter on about any topic. Zofia listens, never once interrupting him or telling him to quiet down.

A little ways away, you spot the Grice brothers, who have ventured just a tad bit further than the group. Colt ruffles Falco’s hair, which earns him annoyed swats from Falco. You’re surprised that Falco isn’t glued to Gabi’s side.

Everyone’s having a fantastic time. Plenty of laughter is being had, and delicious food is being consumed and enjoyed. It’s good company. It’s a beautiful day. Most of the veteran warriors have even let their guards down.

Everyone is happy. So why can’t you be?

“Your ice cream’s melting.”

The words jolt you violently from your endless thoughts. Physically, your head recoils, jerking upwards in the direction of the familiar voice. In the midst of staring off into space, Porco has retreated to your side. He looks at you with a hint of concern and a wealth of curiosity written across his features.

Your eyes trail towards the half-eaten ice cream cone tucked in your grasp. It threatens to become a watery soup. The pink-tinted liquid trails in multiple lines down your hands, sticky and warm now.

“Shit,” You hiss softly, transferring the cone between your hands. You shake the hand covered in liquid, flinging droplets of ice cream against the ground. You’re not even sure why you’re still holding onto it—your appetite has long gone. Porco sighs, pulling a brown napkin from his jacket pocket. He extends it in your direction and you gladly take it. “Thanks.”

“What’s on your mind?” He asks.

“What?” You blink, tossing the ice cream into a nearby garbage bin. Shaking your head, you wipe your hands clean. “Nothing.”

Porco gives you a knowing look—a look you despise. A frown tugs at your lips. He never misses the slightest change in your behavior. You hate it.

“You always finish your food.” Porco points out. “Lying to me is stupid; why don’t you just tell me?”

He’s right; you hate that he’s right. Lying to him is stupid, considering you’re more honest with Porco than anyone else. You’re being difficult for no reason.

Well, you do have a reason, just not a particularly good one.

“I just have a bad feeling.”

Porco’s eyebrows furrow. “About this and the play?” He inquires, and you nod in response. “The allied forces have already signed the treaty. The war is over. No one would be dumb enough to plan an attack in Liberio anyhow.”

“Treaties are broken all the time.” You remind him.

Enchanting hazel eyes trail over your face, and your heart skips a beat. “It’s your gut, isn’t it?” Porco asks.

Instinctively, your hand grazes against your abdomen, a nauseating feeling building in your stomach. “My gut’s never wrong.” You say. “You should know, it’s saved your ass more times than I can count.”

“Not every time.” Porco argues. “Also, I save my own ass and everyone else's—and yours too.”

You roll your eyes. “Name one time I’ve been wrong.”

Porco’s lips part, the resemblance of a word forming on them, only for no sound to come out. They bob open and closed, and you can almost visibly see the gears turning in his brain. He looks stumped. He struggles for a moment, too stubborn to accept the truth, before finally relenting to the glaring reality.

Your gut has never been wrong.

This keen sense for imminent disaster was one of the reasons you earned your warrior candidacy. Gabi calls it your sixth sense. You could sense a threat from a mile away. No one could ever pull a stealth attack on you because your gut was never - and has never been wrong.

Porco’s eyes comb the crowd before wrapping one of his large hands around your wrist. He gently tugs you to an abrupt stop, redirecting your course to a secluded portion of the street—in an alleyway between two nearby buildings. The group continues onward, temporarily oblivious to the loss of two of its members.

Porco turns to you, serious as ever. His intense gaze causes butterflies to awaken and flutter about in your stomach. “Say your gut’s right; do you think we’d need to be worried about it?” He asks, his hand falling from your wrist to your hand and curling his fingers around your own. “It’d have to be one hell of a sneak attack.”

An exhausted, tense sigh falls from your lips. “Of course it would, but you saw how badly Reiner’s armored titan was destroyed by the artillery.”

“That’s because Reiner’s useless.” He grumbles under his breath.

You scowl, continuing with your train of thought. “And Pieck’s equipment takes precious time to transport and set up—time we won’t have.”

Apprehension lingers in him, but you can tell he believes you—or at the very least in you. Your eyes flicker across his face, knowing that he trusts you and that this pointless questioning is only for his peace of mind. He knows you would never be this worked up over something if you didn’t believe it. He knows you. He knows you.

So, he relents.

“I’ll let Pieck know.” Porco says, his hand trailing up to your cheek. He cups the side of your face, sighing. You lean into his touch—his soft, gentle touch. It’s a side of Porco that only you see regularly. “No one will trust just a gut feeling—especially not from us. So stay alert, okay? Stay near me until this is over.”

Relief floods through you instantaneously, and you nod. “I’ve got your back.”

“And I’ve got yours.” Porco smirks. He gazes at you for a moment, his cheeks growing a pinkish hue to them. His usual cool confidence falters. Shyly, he murmurs, “You look pretty today; did I tell you that?”

“No, you didn’t.” You grin. “But I’m only pretty today, though?” You tease.

“What? Well, no, of course not.” Porco flusteredly stammers out. A giggle breaks through your lips. “You look pretty every day; just today you—ah, goddammit, nevermind—forget it.”

It’s rare that you get moments like these. Moments where you are not warriors or dirt-blooded Eldians. Moments where your lives are simple and you get to act like every normal couple.

Embarrassed by your teasing, Porco grumpily attempts to depart. Softly laughing, you tug him back to you. “C’mon, I’m kidding, Pock.” You say, pulling him in by his jacket. “Stay with me. Just for another minute, please?”

He can never resist those puppy-dog eyes of yours. Porco sighs and obliges. “One more minute.”

The two of you lock eyes, and the world dissolves around you. Porco leans down, pressing his lips to yours. One kiss, two kisses, three. His lips envelope yours, gentle but a little sloppily. His hand slides up the small of your back, keeping your body pressed into his.

It’s bliss. Loving Porco is a private affair; these moments that bear the threat of the public eye are few and far between. You cherish them, silently wishing to scream your love from the rooftops. A wish that will never come to fruition—not with your positions.

Coming up for air, you pull back. Still not wanting to break the bubble just yet, Porco leans to press his forehead against yours. The tip of your nose kisses his, and a small smile tugs at your lips. Your eyes lull shut once more, savoring every moment of this temporary peace.

Until you hear the distinct sound of someone calling for you, Gabi’s voice rings across the streets. Your eyes spring open, and you catch a glimpse of her on the main road, Reiner in tow. You still, watching as they disappear down the street.

“Minute over.” You murmur.

Porco hums in response. “Minute over.” He echoes, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Let’s go.”

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One more minute.

Clawing at your throat, bile threatens to spill over from you. There’s an aching in your chest, a hammering against your ribcage. Your heart threatens to crack the very ribs that protect it. Your footsteps feel heavy, weighted by cement. There’s a dull pain thudding behind your dry, bloodshot eyes, the capillaries in them threatening to burst at the seams.

You wish you would have stayed in that alleyway for just one more minute.

Corpses would still litter the streets of the place you call home, crimson blood pooling against the concrete and staining the pavement. The hospitals would still be overfilled—maximized to their capacity—and even then, with patients scattered across the hallways. Smoke would still billow, flames roaring in the midst of building debris. The crisp, icy water of the sea would still hold the remnants of Marley’s naval fleet—pieces of their vessels floating aimlessly across the ocean.

A minute wouldn’t have prevented this. A minute wouldn’t have fixed this.

But for a minute, the vile image of Zofia’s pulverized upper body wouldn’t be on repeat in your mind—the mental image of her limp legs connected to nothing haunting you whenever you squeezed your eyes shut. A minute would have spared you the feeling of Udo’s arm slipping from your grasp in the midst of the panic. A minute would have given you the opportunity to hold your sister close, keeping Gabi by your side and never letting her go. Another would have prevented her from boarding that airship and taking Falco with her.

Breathe.

You have to order yourself to take deep breaths, lest you claw at your skin and tear the feeling of guilt out of your muscles. The miserable feeling clutches your chest like a vise, constricting your lungs. Tears threaten to spill from the corners of your eyes. You blink them back—you don’t get to cry, not yet.

Breathe.

Forcing out another sputtering breath is like swallowing a hot coal. The acidic burn in your throat is only reinforced by the action. You keep swallowing, attempting to provide some sort of aid to no avail.

The Paradis devils. Eren Yeager. They’ve destroyed your home and killed innocent civilians who had nothing to do with the Warriors actions. And now they have Falco and your sister—your baby sister.

Through the shroud of grief, there is only panic.

Is she a prisoner of war? Is she dead? Are they going to torture her for information? Will they use the same methods that Marley does? You don’t even want to think about it.

Your gut tells you she’s alive.

And it’s so hard to breathe.

Breathe.

You failed them.

It’s clear as day, plain and simple. You should have spoken up and told someone with a higher ranking about your gut feeling. Instead, you doubted your judgment. General Magath might have listened, though the rest really would have never believed something as silly as a gut feeling.

But you did fail them: Zofia, Udo, Gabi, Falco, Pieck, Reiner, Colt...

Porco.

Oh god, Porco.

You finally reach his bedside, unsteady and five seconds away from completely unraveling. The feeling of breaking completely only intensifies as your eyes roam Porco’s unconscious body. The Warriors took a brutal assault from Eren Yeager, one that not even your gut could have predicted.

Temporarily, relief floods you. Porco is alive; his body is regenerating. It’s clear the doctors have done all they can for him, the only course of action to allow the titan’s power to complete the rest.

It’s the worst shape you’ve ever seen him in after a battle.

You practically collapse into a nearby chair, unable to stand on the two feet that have been carrying you throughout Liberio tonight. All you can do for a moment is stare at him, watching as his chest slowly rises and deflates. He’s alive. He’s alive, he’s alive, he’s alive...

And Udo and Zofia are not.

Shakily, your hand reaches out for Porco’s, his fingers clammy and cold to the touch as you clasp your hand around his. Thousands of emotions rush through your veins, and your mind fights tooth and nail to make sense of all of them. You cling to him, the relief of him being alive and the guilt of being glad that he is alive swirling within you all at once. How are you going to be glad he’s alive when your sister is gone and people are dead? How are you going to feel glad he’s alive when you should have been by his side in the first place?

You don’t know.

You break.

The tears come pouring out in rapid succession. “I’m sorry.” You say this through gritted teeth, lowering your head against Porco’s arm. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have left your side.”

You fall asleep curled over his bedside, his hand in yours, clinging on for dear life.

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Porco doesn’t wake for a while, even after his body has recuperated.

Over the span of his unconsciousness, you’ve been flip-flopping between the hospital and your home in what little free time you’re offered, checking on your parents and giving your aunt updates on Reiner.

Your parents are wrought with grief, convinced that Gabi has been killed. The crying is incessant from your mother, while your father is stone-cold and quiet. But you know better—Gabi is not dead. You don’t tell them that, though; the fate of her being alive in the hands of the island devils might be worse than her being dead.

When Porco does wake up, you’re there.

You barely register the subtle flex of his fingers against yours; he is far too busy spacing off. Porco stirs to life, a pained grunt erupting from his lips. His eyes flutter open, adjusting to the haze of his newfound surroundings and trying to come to terms with what he remembered before blacking out. By the time you notice, he’s already speaking.

“You're going to squeeze my fingers off.” Porco’s raspy voice grumbles from beneath you. Dazed, his tired eyes peer up at you from beneath heavy lids.

His first words to you almost want to make you laugh—or cry—solely because of the fact that he’s speaking. Porco’s always been terrible with words. When he confessed his love to you, it took you a good ten minutes to actually understand what he was saying. It’s one of the most endearing things about him.

But you can’t muster a laugh, and you’ve almost cried your body's weight in water. There’s nothing left for you to do besides softly gasp, “You’re awake.”

"Yeah, and I hurt like hell.” Porco murmurs, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows hard. You turn and reach for the water at his bedside as he props himself up. He squeezes your hand as he takes it. “What happened?”

Your body stills, reforming itself into something statue-like. One wrong move, and you're certain your limbs will crumble into dust. Regardless of what you believe, you have to tell him everything, much like you had to fill in Pieck when she awoke.

So you do. You tell Porco everything that has happened or did happen as a result of Paradis’s raid on Liberio. You recount the death toll as you know it, including Zofia and Udo. You assure him that his parents are okay. You tell him the effort to rebuild the destruction and scrub the city clean is already under way. You tell him about Pieck and Reiner, you tell him about Zeke.

Much like you did, Porco goes through a range of emotions. The prevalent one is anger; you can see it bubble and dwell beneath his skin. A fierce look glints in his eye, and you let him break into a tangent, surprised that he managed to keep his anger controlled this long. Deep down, you know he blames himself, much like you do.

Once he cools, he looks at you. “How’s Gabi?” He asks.

Your mouth runs dry. You had been purposefully pushing that part of the story until the bitter end. “Gabi’s….Gabi’s gone.” You strain out.

“Gabi’s dead?” Porco’s eyes grow wide. He leans forward, all attention on you.

You shake your head. “Gabi’s not dead.” What little tears you can produce struggle their way out, burning white-hot at the corners of your eyes. “S-she’s gone. They took her. She boarded that damn airship, and Falco went with her.”

It becomes a struggle to breathe again. The all-consuming panic crashes over you like a tidal wave. You wish you could be stronger about it, like you have been, but in the presence of Porco, you shatter all over again.

“Hey," Porco coaxes, tugging at you. “C’mere.”

You crawl into the creaky hospital cot with him, careful about where you put pressure. You don’t care what your position is or who sees it; you need him. Porco seems to have the same sentiment as he guides you. You rest your head against his chest, thankful for the slow, steady beat of his heart that thuds in your ears.

“She’s gone, Pock. They took her and Falco, and they killed Zofia, and it’s all my fault.” You whimper against his chest, once again fighting back the trickling downpour on your cheeks. Absent-mindedly, Porco’s fingers comb through your hair.

“Don’t say that.” Porco firmly commands. “This isn’t your fault. This isn’t anyone’s fault but those fucking island devils'. I swear-“

“Porco.”

He sharply inhales, running his free hand along his mouth. “What?”

“I should have had your back.” You say, curling into his body. “I’m - I'm really glad you’re alive.”

Porco’s fingers grow still in your hair. You hear the quick skip of his heartbeat, and your eyes flicker to his face. A faint smirk pulls at his lips. “They can’t kill me that easily, not when I have you to come back to.” He tells you. Porco pulls you as close as he can, mushing your bodies together. “Don’t worry,” he whispers. “We’ll get Gabi back, I promise. Whatever it takes.”

You believe him, body and soul, because you know him. Nodding at his words, face brushing against the rough fabric of his shirt, you mold yourself against the shape of his frame. You clutch to the only thing that makes sense in the world at the moment—tired and weary.

“I love you.” You murmur.

A quick second passes, and you begin to believe he hadn’t heard you, until he murmurs back a soft "I love you, too.”

And in that minute, you wish you could stay in his arms forever.

#aot #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #marley warriors #porco galliard #porco galliard x reader #x reader #aot x reader

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farewellstarstuff · 18 days ago

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Christmas, Marley Warriors🎄 | part 1

Modern university au

small headcanons about the Marley warriors, who are stuck in a uni dorm for the Christmas holidays

warnings: fluff, a bit of humorous, found family trop and the main one: all this is just ideas, you can add smth

characters: Zeke, Colt, Porco, Pieck

wc: 1,1k

(there also 2nd part about Reiner, Bert and Marcel)

Zeke

He is the only senior still living in the dorm (has problems with relatives, doesn't want to spend the money that he earned on renting an apartment, which in any case will be too far from the place of study)

He hangs out with the younger ones because he shares a room with Colt, and Colt has a lot of friends

Doesn't pay attention to the change of seasons, holidays and everything else, because he is studying

He only finds out about Christmas when Colt starts decorating the room and brings a bunch of wrapping paper for gifts

Not enthusiastic about decorations, but doesn't talk about it

He doesn't care at all

On the day of the holiday, Colt asks him to secretly bring alcohol for their gatherings, Zeke refuses for a long time, but then agrees

He drinks most of what he brought

Doesn't give a damn about gifts, but he has a couple of them for Colt (and he also sent a postcard to his brother in hope that it would arrive on time and not get lost)

As a child, he did not have a holiday, so he is interested in listening to how others celebrated and how it happens in general

The rest of the night, when everyone is already scattered, he sits alone in the kitchen and looks out the window for a long time

Colt

Christmas is his favorite holiday, he doesn't wait for his own birthday the way he waits for Christmas

Will take off all Halloween decorations on November 1 and run to get Christmas decorations

He has a lot, no, you don't understand, A LOT of traditions, all of which he will observe for the rest of his life (if something goes wrong, he gets upset almost to tears)

He would have preferred to celebrate Christmas with family, but due to the workload of studies, he preferred to stay in the dorm

The only one in the room is responsible for the spirit of the holiday: his side from ceiling to floor is hung with garlands, tinsel, snow globes and other decorations are on the shelves, he fights to hang a couple of light bulbs on Zeke's side and is happy at least for this

Buys gifts in advance

For him each gift is not useless, it's a really important thing

He has a thousand New Year's sweaters, no less

He will demand to put up a Christmas tree a few weeks before the holiday

Responsible for the table setting (burned a couple of dishes, he was no longer allowed to the kitchen)

He knows all the Christmas songs, really EVERY

Spends the evening of the holiday talking to the family on the phone

He tries not to drink alcohol too much in order to remember everything, but in the end he turns out to be the first of those who passes out right at the table

In the morning, he will whine that he does not remember the reaction of others to gifts

Porco

He would have preferred to spend the holiday only with Pieck and Marcel, but Colt persuaded them to celebrate together

He doesn't really care, but the Christmas spirit quickly captures him

He will be in the kitchen all day helping with the dishes

Really good at cooking

Can't stand Christmas music, asks to put something from Christmas movies on the background

Periodically freezes with something in his hands, distracted by the movie (he has seen it a thousand times, and what is interesting anyway)

Will only pretend that he is not happy with the Gryffindor scarf that Pieck gave him (he has dreamed of it since elementary school)

They fight with Marcel because of the location of the dishes on the table. Colt changes everything. The two of them are already swearing at Colt.

And then they sit in an embrace for half the evening, because they are tired, they have been working all day and "I'm sorry, I went too far"

These hugs don't mean that they won't go into the night to fight with snowballs

Porco helps Colt decorate the lobby when he has a free minute

It's just scary for him to watch Colt dangle on a rickety chair in an attempt to hook a lights

He has prepared a big gift for Pieck and very nervous about her reaction

He bought a lot of little things for the rest. But thought about Marcel for a long time, as a result, a couple of weeks before the holiday, he just asked him what he wanted

He doesn't really like surprises, so he left a link to the vishlist on social networks

Drinks little, but eats a lot ("we cooked in vain or something")

After the holidays, he promises that he will no longer spend so much time cooking (this will happen again)

Pieck

She does cooking because it calms her down (she doesn't want to listen to swearing in the hall because of the Christmas tree)

As a result, Porco and Marcel come to kitchen first, and then the others pull up

She doesn't like the hype around the holiday, even more she doesn't like the whole farce that the dorm is turning into

In her room there is one garland and a stack of neatly packed gifts for the guys

Likes to get books as a gift, always asks to sign them

Falls asleep several times during the day, because a week before the holiday she added up her uni debts

Porco and Marcel take turns carrying her from the kitchen to her room to rest

As a result, after the holiday, she stays awake the longest, pulls guys into rooms and curses endlessly

Never asks for help with cooking or anything else

The guys help her themselves (she is the only girl among them, even with her fighting character, they appreciate her too much)

Knows the secret preferences of everyone, gives gifts with a double bottom (tears in Porco's eyes because of the scarf was noticed only by her, it was a small victory)

Of all the decorations she likes the most are garlands, she freezes in front of every showcase on which they hang, and looks at them for a long time

She has lots of garland photos on her phone

“The best Christmas movie?” “The nightmare before Christmas, of course”

Texts with her father about everything in the world a couple of hours before Christmas, shares her dreams with him

She has a favorite Christmas story that she was told as a child and that she likes to retell

Her signature dish is gingerbread men, she decorates each of them so that they look like Reiner, Bert, Porco, Marcel and Colt

And her gingerbread men is the most precious, of course

2nd part about others here

#aot #attack on titan #marley warriors #aot marley warriors #aot zeke #aot pieck #aot porco #zeke yeager #pieck finger #porco galliard #aot colt grice #colt grice #aot headcanons #aot christmas headcanons

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tonycries · 1 month ago

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Rank aot characters from smash to dash GO GO GO (with reasoning bc ur saur funny)

YES PUH-LEASEEEE so from I'd-leave-my-husband-for-them to they-stay-a-sidepiece:

EREN - GIRL I WOULD TAKE HIM IN HIS HOBO FIT, I WOULD TAKE HIM IN HIS CABIN FIT, I WOULD TAKE HIM IN HIS TITAN FIT- anything and everything. I love this man so much that even typing out his mf NAME makes me giggle and blush like Tony get it TOGETHER 😩 Did I tell y'all that I actually watched the entirety of AOT SOLELY because the newly-released S4 trailer had that one mirror scene with long-haired Eren...when I tell you I would F-

Armin - idk man I just really wanna make him cry 😔 it's this toxic part of me that wants to p*g the pretty boy I mean WHATTTT WHO SAID THAT 💀

Levi - hehehe spinspin but also watching that Kenny and Levi chase scene was some sort of awakening for 15-year-old-me.../gen.

Mikasa - y'all have NO idea how many dudebros I fought for calling her ugly in Season 4 😭 Bridges were burnt, alliances were made, and throughout it all Mikasa always FTW 😭

Jean - I'd show y'all why they REALLY call him horseface 😈 Honestly I wasn't even into him like THAT but it's wonderous what a good AO3 fic can do to you 😈

Hange - don't even talk to me about Hange because I WILL live up to my username...

The others (yes, even Erwin and Reiner) - ERWIN AND REINER GIRLIES I'M SAUR SORRY...I JUST DON'T SEE IT. LIKE AT ALL. Maybe they're too refined for my tastes because I like 'em with a lil' more ruin-my-life vibes, ykwim? And others like Connie and Sasha I'd smash but platonically 🤔

Floch - again another one I want to make cry but with more vengence.

Zeke - he looks like he doesn't wash his beard.

#and the rest hmhmm i didn't care much for the marley people ngl #porco could get it only near-d*ath tho #anon #tonytalks

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lesuerts · 5 months ago

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Galliard brothers ♡

#art #aot #sketch #snk #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #porco galliard #marcel galliard #galliard #galliard brothers #marley warriors #titan shifters #jaw titan #aot s4 #snk s4 #digital drawing #aot fanart #fanart #snk fanart

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hangeslefteye · 2 years ago

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My gaslighting malewife <3

Eren for the iconic table scene and Grisha

Reiner for gaslighting Annie and for once even Falco xDD but he's still the epitome of malewife xD

Pieck is for the roof scene and all over badass points

Hange is Hange xD

Porco is pratically for being a cheap macho but I love him wtf xD

Jean is very stubborn when he wants to be but still a waifu

Ymir isn't really a mansplainer but she's fearless to speak her mind

Zeke is...Zeke again

And Annie never really wanted to manipulate but she had to do it to gatekeep.(That's a little thanks to Reiner)

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jeanbie · 2 years ago

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i loved ur modern porco teen hcs !! can you please do a part 2?

MODERN! PORCO HEADCANONS #2 ★ masterlist.

⏤ some more pock headcanons for you ^^ think i'm running out of teenage headcanons, maybe next time i'll graduate him to uni level :P enjoy anyway! thank u for sending me this!! part one here!

porco really likes junji ito artwork and for christmas, annie didn’t know what to get him so she got him an art collection book of his stuff which kinda set him off

he really likes sci-fi books

constantly changes his music taste but he never downloads any music nor does he have any playlists - he just listens to whatever the day gives him through pre-made playlists and radios

he started liking his lifeguard job significantly more when he got promoted from baby pool duty to adult free swim (hot chicks)

but i think porco actually really likes kids, he likes how honest they are and how much fun they have with anything they have

he’s quite easily led by what he hears and reads online so eventually he made the commitment to just erase majority of his social medias - all he uses now are instagram, snapchat, bereal and he cut down on his reddit usage (congrats pock)

he hates reading the news

he’s still kinda pursuing design engineering (uni is just around the corner) but he’s still got that interest in aviation - he thinks he might look into aviation engineering or aerospace engineering or something like that

he can still handle his drinking quite well - zeke is older and says that’ll come in handy when pock goes to uni

he always picks the skin around his fingers when he feels anxious, which seems to be a lot these days

and he gets nervous rashes over his chest sometimes

he likes rock climbing and bouldering in his spare time, and took it up with reiner when he confessed he didn’t really wanna do it alone

he’s more of a dog person than a cat person and is that guy who always wants to sit with the dog at the party or wants to stroke the dog that’s walking across the road

thinks that burger king is better than kfc and will die on that hill (and he’s dying there alone)

always wishes he had a younger brother like zeke and eren

he loves eren a lot and likes to indulge in eren’s interests sometimes to try and imagine what it could have been like if his mom had pushed out a third one after porco

really wants tattoos but he gets bored of things too quickly and he thinks he’ll end up hating all of them

only types with two fingers on a keyboard (he’s so me)

likes jazzy, soul ballads

one time, he thought he had a crush on pieck, and they danced together at prom and they discovered that porco is a pretty good dancer

wants his hair to look like john wick some day

he’s afraid of mice and rodents

wants to travel outside of his hometown for uni but is always afraid that one day he might not be close with his friends back home anymore and that makes him really sad

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calcitration · 5 months ago

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[ EXPERIMENT ] muses try touching each other more intimately for the first time, groping, caressing and kissing new areas.

They have rut like foam-flanked deer, all antlers and dark-eyed intent. They have writhed sexlessly, kicking up dust, mapping the body’s boundaries. Porco has bruised her, his lips peeled back in grimaces born of concentration, of physical effort. It seemed strange to her now, that his expression was so similar to those times they sparred. Leonhardt, and the lion-hearted boy.

Annie wondered if this was simply practice, for him. Whether she was just a girl willing and on hand, or instead something wild-eyed and strange, something that invited a sporting hunt – only instead of a rare white pelt, it was her virginity that would be stuffed and mounted and flaunted.

No, that was uncharitable.

Together they spoke a new language of touch, one that was tender and fond. Every movement measured, tentative. Porco’s hand roved beneath her shirt, exploring those parts that shamed her, powder-soft breasts moulded against the warm callus of his palm. It pulled from Annie a shivery sigh, colour clawing its way up her cheeks, aware of the shameful damp that spread between her exposed thighs.

Porco tamed the hand-shy creature in her, slowly teaching it that touch could be gentle. Still, the body remembered the bruises. Hands like vices on her upper arms, the violent snap and shake, visions of the ground, then of the trees reaching skyward with bony fingers, then dirt again. The whiplash ache. The girl with the hemorrhagic sclera.

Annie spooked at the thought of her father. Sitting up, she peered through the open window, its shutter propped open to reveal nothing but moon-drenched moss. No sound save for the breeze in the trees, the lonely chirrup of an insect. Porco came with her, the wooden stilts of the bed frame creaking softly as his weight shifted. He’ll kill us if he catches us, she almost said. As if the floor of the cabin wasn’t littered with pieces of the Warrior uniform, as if they didn’t possess the blood of Titans. Gabriel Leonhardt was only a man, but to Annie he held all the shape and power of a god.

Kisses fell on her neck, warm as embers, thawing her by degrees. Her father would be home late, they would hear pebbles scrape beneath his boots – his faltering, wounded gait – long before he entered the clearing. Turning towards Porco, taking his comely face in the frost of her hands, Annie found his mouth with hers, licking at the enamel ridges of his teeth as they settled down on the narrow bunk. Her hands were made for fists, so it did not feel too strange when she slid into the front of his unfastened trousers, dipping into the military issue briefs to curl around him where he was hot and aching. Holding him against her cool palm with a brace of pale fingers – carefully, as though she cradled a fallen fledgling – she stroked tentatively.

“I want to make you feel good…”

#the pairing i didn't know i needed!#thank you for this ♡#as for verse... unclear #likely one where annie escaped paradis and came back to hang in marley ahshdh #annie and porco tbt #jxwz

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jaeger-pups · 2 years ago

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For some reason. An AU where the Marley Warriors are good at football⚽️? The girls, too?? Zeke being a striker??? 🤔

#porco being Him.#Annie being Her.#iykyk #zeke jaeger #zeke yeager #marley warriors

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keischreiber · 9 months ago

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LOOK IT'S SO BEAUTIFUL. I WANT. I WANT.

✴️ FULL COVER REVEAL ✴️

We’re very happy and honored to present you the official cover for “Inheritance”, an Attack on Titan zine, gorgeously designed by @moschiola!

“Inheritance” is a charity zine that explores the intricacy of the Warriors' lives and their struggles, but also the comfort and support they find in one another, and the missing moments we didn't get to see.

A huge thank you again to our artist @moschiola for their beautiful work 🌟

📅 Preorders will open April 17!

#kei's mumblings #aot #attack on titan #snk #shingeki no kyojin #inheritance #Warriors of Marley #reiner braun #bertholdt hoover #pieck finger #annie leonhart #porco galliard #zeke yeager #marcel galliard

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yourlocaltrashcan657 · 4 months ago

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Long Distance Lovers

Reiner Braun x Female Reader

Sweat. That’s what Porco felt trickling his forehead and down his back as he shot up and sat against the bed frame. Rays of sunlight lit the room as he put on his shoes and walked to the warriors kitchen to see Reiner standing in front of the sink.

‘Great. This is probably the last person I want to see as of right now. Especially after that memory.’ Porco thought as opened the pantry.

“Morning.” Reiner said as he closed the tap and dried his hands.

“Hey.” Porco mumbled back as he pulled out snack bars, trying his best not to make eye contact. The two awkwardly sat at the table, waiting for others to arrive so they could start eating.

“You’re only gonna eat that?” Reiner asked, attempting to break the tension.

“Thanks for asking, shouldn’t you be worrying about your Devil Girlfriend.” Porco said mockingly as Reiner froze in his spot.

“I.. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Reiner replied as he kept a his head down.

“Cut the shit, Reiner! I should’ve known you’d betray Marley once you’d get to that Island.” Porco yelled aggressively. “I saw everything in that bitches memory. Filthy Devils the reason we live like this-“

Suddenly, Porco was being lifted into air as Reiner gripped his collar. Anger was clearly evident on Reiners face as his features stiffened.

“Now you listen here you, bastard. I allowed it the first time but if you call her a devil again, so help me I’ll rip out your vocal cords until you can’t regenerate anymore.” Reiner threatened quietly. “That woman was probably the best thing that appeared in my life and I don’t care if she was born on that Island, she’ll always be an angel compared to the rest of this shitty world.”

Porco breathed heavily as they maintained eye contact before Reiners eyes widened and suddenly dropped Porco gently so he’d stand nicely.

“Sorry.” Reiner said as he held his head in one hand.

“Tch. You’re crazy you are. Falling in love like that.” Porco mumbled as they sat back down.

“I don’t care if you tell the officals.” Reiner mumbled as he looked up at Porco. “If anything it’s the last thing I care about now-“

“Relax asshole. I’m not gonna have them pass down the armoured titan because of.. that.” Porco interrupted as he reassured the blonde. “Let’s just keep this between us.”

“Yeah.” Reiner replied. “Did you by any chance hear what we said?” Porco scoffed at his question as he leaned back and crossed his arm over his chest.

“Yeah, you damn hopeless romantic.” Porco mumbled before speaking up. “From what I saw, you gave her a rose before embracing her.” It stayed silent for a good few seconds before Reiner smiled and chuckled at the response.

“I remember that. That rose must’ve been thrown out after I revealed myself.” Reiner mumbled as Porco nodded silently. Meanwhile, thousands of miles away on Paradis, Armin sat next to a flustered (h/c) girl as he looked at her in shock.

“I didn’t expect you to see those memories, Armin.” Y/N mumbled embarrassed of what he saw. “I think Bertolt was the only guy who knew about me and Reiner.”

“Y-yeah.” Armin said, not wanting to reveal Ymir being present in the memory.

“What exactly did you see, Armin?” Y/N asked nervously as she looked up at him. “What memory did you see?”

“It was when he gave you a rose and uhh… showed you his love your physical touch.” Armin answered embarrassed as he recalled the hug and kiss in the memory.

“I remember that.” Y/N chuckled as she got up and walked to the window. “You dont mind if we keep this between us, right?”

“O-of course Y/N! I came to you first since I just thought I’d let you know.. I don’t know if it was right though. I feel like it’s made you uncomfortable with me.” Armin said.

“I’m not uncomfortable with you, Armin. It just caught me off guard.” Y/N reassured. “If anything I’m glad you came to me first.” Opening the window, Y/N grabbed a watering can and tipped it to put over the plants attached to the window. “If anything I feel bad that you kept it to yourself for a while.”

“I didn’t even realise you had flowers out near the window.” Armin mumbled as he got up and walked over to see a lot of roses.

“I’ve been growing them for 4 years.” Y/N said as a smile grew on her face before pointing at the biggest one in the middle. “That one. That one means the most to me.”

“Is it..?” Armin asked with yet another shocked look as Y/N nodded.

“That’s the same one that handsome idiot gave me.” Y/N said as she stared at the blooming flowers.

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