#sashablouse

[krylletea]

Photoshoot with Sasha and Jean

[nyralunaexe]

Day 105 - 🥔

#anime #manga #art #artists #snk #aot #attackontitan #shingekinokyojin #sasha #sashablouse #sashabraus

[folklorebae]

𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦 𝐀𝐔 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐬

Spin-off of my rockstar's girlfriend

Cast(s): Rockstar!Eren & Model!Reader

Cw: swearing, reader using she/her pronouns, slight hange x reader, food

A/n: haven't posted anything for months! hope you guys love this one<33

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yourinstagram life recently...

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angelicyn WE MISSED YOUUUU

ynfan23 glad you post this when im still awake

yndaily OMG YOUR PUPPY ISNT A PUPPY ANYMORE. ITS BEEN A LONG TIME SINCE WE SAW HER ON YOUR/EREN'S STORY😭

↳yourinstagram i know! but she's getting smarter and cuter. i love her so much, she's my girl:)

erenfan19 i dont see eren... soo the rumors are true?? :((

↳ynfan24 girl, she's her own person and this is her insta. besides, that man is childish lmao. imagine unfollowing THE Y/N L/N just because she doesn't attend his concert in europe...

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justjared After getting unfollowed by her long-time boyfriend last week, Y/N L/N was spotted walking out of Oscar-winning costume designer Hange Zoe's apartment building this morning. New couple alert?

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ereyn.daily i'm happy if y/n's happy🥲

goddessyn cmon, we all know they've been friends for ages. stop spreading stupid rumor like this

erenfan20 not gonna believe anything till one of them confirm it in front of my face

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paradis.memes Thoughts?

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paradisfan7 Im not believing this shit

erenfan21 she doesnt wanna marry him, im crying😭

↳paradisfan8 she once said she's jo march kinnie😭

↳ynfan25 How do you know she doesn’t wanna marry him? Maybe he doesn't wanna marry her? We don’t know what happened behind the curtain unless Y/N and Eren themselves actually comment on it .

erenfan22 guys, if you read the article that @people posted, at the end they said “Reps for Jaeger and L/N have not commented on the breakup.”

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paradisofficial Paradis World Tour. Antwerp. May, 2023.

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paradisfan9 YOU GUYS WERE SO AWESOME😭❤️

paradisfan10 PLS PLS COME BACK TO ANTWERP ASAP. ALSO THE SURPRISE SONG?!? BED OF ROSES?!?

paradisfan11 so sad cant see you guys perform last night🥲💔

paradisfan12 if you guys dont cover “bed of roses” on your Asia Tour, you're racist.

↳paradisofficial We've agreed that every region will have different song to cover. Thank you for your support😊

↳paradisfan12 OMG I WAS JOKING LMAO (i mean, not really)

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sashablouse unseen🤓

tagged: @yourinstagram @nicolo

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nicolo 🤍

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conniespringer dude, what were you doing in the first pic

↳sashablouse cause you're just a man 🙄

yourinstagram dont wanna be a third wheel anymore...

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paradisupdatee New Setlist For Europe Tour! I've upgraded the playlist, link in bio.

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paradis.devil see you at accor arena tmrw!!

↳paradisupdatee See you, bby<3

paradisfan13 the fact they didnt cover any song in northern europe countries😀

paradisfan14 I literally flew from brussels to london last month to see them perform AND THEY DIDNT SING BED OF ROSES?!? I WAS ROBBED!!

↳paradisfan15 sameeee i attended some of their shows in us last year and they didn't cover any song 😭

paradisfan16 is this eren's way to confirm the breakup rumors?😭

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yourinstagram the rumors are terrible and cruel...

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ynln.jpg dont tell me you're in paris...

taylorswift but honey, most of them are true🤭

Liked by yourinstagram

↳yourinstagram patiently waiting for 1989 (Taylor's Version)😊🙏

↳ynfan25 soo the rumors are true?🥲

↳ereyn.daily i'm in spain without s

ereyn.exposing Whatever ereyn does is only for promo. It's a fact that eren is not going to follow y/n or ever going to post her picture on his Instagram again.

↳yourinstagram seems like you guys have been talking about this and tag me in a few posts everyday. but now please, i beg you to stop. it's just negative, i really have no hard feelings towards you. i just know what a beautiful world there is to go out and live in instead of trying to dissect a relationship between two people that you don't even know. i don't need his follow, my name is permanently tattooed to his arm. This is my final comment on this, but i want you to know that it's not meant to offend you. just hoping you can find something else in life to be inspired by xx

↳erenfan23 OMG OMG OMG YESS YOU TELL THEM QUEEN

↳ynfan26 FINALLY PEOPLE COULD SHUT THEIR MOUTH NOW. THESE "EXPOSING" ACCOUNTS ARE ANNOYING AF

↳erenfan24 I think you should've messaged them, instead of calling them out publicly like this. no offense, still love you tho

↳yourinstagram i see why you think that ought to have been a direct message, and i agree. i just didn't considered it. it's all really frustrating, and i'm only human... you guys understand how hurtful assumptions like this can be, especially when they are made about someone i care about a lot. if you guys care about him too, you'll eventually realize that we are on the same team. i apologize if it came off as impolite or rude. i was simply attempting to start a conversation so people would realize that their statements were painful rather than just an "anonymous confession." this cruel internet culture has no benefit for society as a whole. 

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ereynpost “You guys are crazy, you know that? No... I don’t think my girlfriend and I need another dog for now. What about you, Jean?” — Eren laughs as he answers a fan's sign.

USHSSUDSHDUAJSYSHS GUYSSS THE RUMORS ARENT TRUEEEE THEY'RE STILL TOGETHER OMFG!!!!

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its.ereyn Girl, I almost deactivate this account

↳ereynpost PLS, SAME😀

ynfan27 OMG MY EREYN HEARTTT

erenfan25 PARENTS OMG😭😭😭

ynfan28 I can die in peace now, thanks

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erenjaeger My love, my lady, the most precious human on this earth. I'm really grateful because we have an incredibly meaningful, loving, and fun relationship. As you guys know, this world is cruel and I'd do anything to make her the happiest, but I've failed to do it. I personally love it when people make assumptions or speculations about me, because I know they all wrong. But when people start to say something hurtful to my woman, I can't tolerate it.

Six years of relationship and we have never ever broken up, not even once, if that's what you all really want to know. She's my present and future, she's the one who teaches me how forever feels. The love I have for her only gets stronger and bigger, it's crazy to think about it. Thank you for all the love and support, we really appreciate it.

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erenfan26 I TOLD YOU ALL THEY'RE ENDGAME

ynfan29 how to find myself a man like you😭

erenfan27 oh he is, he really is in love🥹❤️

yndaily the fact that i'll never experience this type of love hurts a lot. but i couldnt be more happier for you two💓

jeankirschtein ngl, at first i did believe you two broke up

↳erenjaeger bro, fuck off

↳erenfan28 LMAO JEANNNN, IM CRYINGG😭😭😭

ereyn.daily As iconic as David Bowie and Iman❤️

↳yourinstagram thank you, but I don't deserve this compliment. also, your comment will boost eren's ego, he'll think he's as good as him

↳erenjaeger why would you say that:(

(+bonus on what really happened lol)

[cosplayerslegends]

https://www.instagram.com/p/C89VIlFo-_U/?igsh=dW85dmN6ZWcyZ2k=

Mikasa Ackerman

cosplay by @kelltchup

Anime Shingeki no Kyojin

#shingekinokyojin #snk #attackontitan #aot #leviackerman #erenjaeger #mikasaackerman #arminarlert #eren #erenyeager #erwinsmith #mikasa #levi #attackontitanedit #reinerbraun #hanjizoe #shingekinokyojinedit #ackerman #annieleonhardt #hangezoe #armin #eremika #進撃の巨人 #sashabraus #conniespringer #attackontitanseason4 #aotedit #historiareiss #sashablouse #cosplaymignon

[aotfanmerch]

Same sound different bit ⬇️

[tamaragarloart]

AruSasha 🐇🐿️ 【 𝕊𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐤𝐢 𝐧𝐨 𝕂𝐲𝐨𝐣𝐢𝐧 】

some doodles before going to sleep

[niniton]

[mrsackermanbrat]

Chapter 1: TO THE DARKNESS THAT AWAITED

It all happened so fast.

One second she stood on her chair at the table, bouncing slightly as she eagerly looked at the dessert in front of her.

It was lunch and they just had to do tradition before digging in.

Her older brothers, Alec and Bran, twins that they are each held the cake up to her as they told her to make a wish.

Taunting her lightheartedly as they took turns attempting to blow the candle atop her cake.

She giggled as she swatted them away. She was trying to concentrate. She closed her eyes as she blew the candle.

They had spent a good amount of time making it that very morning. Bustling around in the kitchen long before sunrise.

Bran, the younger twin had helped her peel the peaches, her favorite. It had been incredibly hard to find in the markets. They had spent the whole of yesterday trying to find a few.

While Alec, the older twin, prepped the other ingredients. Weighing sugar and cracking eggs as if life was at stake.

Flour had dusted every imaginable part of the kitchen and their happy banter echoed through the halls. Faces glowing in the soft morning light.

Agnes watched her children with a smile even as they made a mess. Wishing they could stay in that moment forever.

As the smoke rose from the extinguished wick, their laughter were replaced by screams. Smiles replaced by looks of terror.

The loud bang as the door was kicked open startled them all. They were faced with rifles raised at them.

Soldiers under the Military Police Regiment stormed their home. Rounding them up one by one.

Her brothers quickly moved to shield her but were soon brought to their knees. The cake a forgotten heap at the table.

Deep inside she was scared by the sudden intrusion. Although, what was happening did not surprise her somehow.

She was insightful and quick to pick up on things for a child her age. Her parents always took pride in the fact that she is wise beyond her years.

For over a few months now, she and her brothers watched worriedly as their father came home, looking older day by day.

The stress taking a toll on him. But what could they possibly do?

At night they struggled to make sense of the hushed whispers that emerged from their parents bedroom. They knew something was about to happen.

Her birthday, was the first time in a long while that joy and calmness filled the atmosphere in their humble home once more.

A welcome excuse to abandon the troubles that weighed them.

An MP came from behind her, picking her up just as she watched her panicked mother try to reach for her. Missing her just by a second.

She warily looked up at the soldier and to her 8-year old mind, he appeared to be smiling kindly. But she saw the hint of sympathy in his eyes accompanied by pity.

“Don’t worry. I won’t hurt you.” He whispered reassuringly making her relax a little.

The soldier knew what fate awaited the family.

He believed the kids should have been spared from this circumstance.

But much like the people inside the Walls, they have nowhere else to go when the nobles turn on them.

She could hear her mother crying, her pleas an endless chant from her lips as her father was dragged from his chair at the head of the table.

She was brought to their living room to join the rest of her family. Stood between her brothers, forced to watch helplessly as the soldiers turned their house upside down.

Papers flew in the air, drawers pulled from their compartments, pillows on the sofa torn, curtains ripped, cabinets toppled, and plates were shattered.

She turned her head just in time to see the soldier that carried her approach the bookshelf by the corner near her room.

Small legs broke into a run, hugging the soldier by his knees as she pleaded. Not those books.

“Please, sir. Don’t destroy them. Please.”

The soldier sighed, gently moving her aside before toppling the shelf.

Tears fell from her eyes as she watched the place she called home be reduced to nothing but broken chaos.

As the soldiers finished, a order was heard for them to be brought outside. The MP easily lifted her again.

Her mother tried to take her from the MP but another grabbed her by the elbow dragging her out their door after her father and brothers.

“Mama...” she had whispered. Small hands reaching out as the MP gently shushed her.

Once outside, he set her to her feet beside Bran. She saw Alec nudge Bran from the corner of her eye before nodding his head towards her.

As she faced the crowd that had gathered before them, she grew uneasy. A man, who she assumed was the MP Commander, stood before them.

He untied a scroll and began loudly.

“Hereby stands nobleman Marius Fords, declared guilty as charged of Treason Against Humanity. The severity of said charges are punishable by death.”

She heard her mother hold back a sob, clinging to her father as she shook. Fresh tears welled in her own eyes as she processed the words.

She felt Bran reach for her hand, squeezing lightly. “Everything will be alright, Claire.”

Bran felt helpless as his sister tugged at his hand. Eyes identical to his, silently communicating the fear she felt.

How much comfort could he offer when he felt the same way? He sensed Alec stiffen but his face remained devoid of emotion.

What was to happen to them if their father was executed?

“Furthermore, he is also found guilty of Abuse of Power and Money Laundering.” Gasps rose from the crowd, murmurs buzzed as people started to gossip.

The Fords family have always been highly regarded. Painted as an image of the perfect family, revered by many due to their generosity and joyful nature.

Perhaps as revered as the King.

But these kind of allegations, proven or not, could turn friends and acquaintances into foe. No matter how kindly they had treated those around them.

The people’s anger could be felt as they began to close in. Curious eyes turned sharp and hostile as they listened.

The MP Commander nodded an order to the soldiers standing guard around the family.

In perfect synchronization, they pounded their rifles to the ground before aiming them towards the crowd effectively silencing them.

“However by mercy of the good King Fritz, he is to be stripped off his title and rid of his riches. More over, he with his wife, Agnes, and children, Alec Matthew, Bran Marcus, and Claire Agatha Fords are to be banished into the Underground City. Effective as of this day, 8th of April in the year 831. Signed, His Majesty, King Fritz.”

Little Claire trembled in fear as she heard the word “Underground”. It’s not that she’s a noble snob but everyone knew just how dangerous the place is.

Her brothers had always told her stories about it. How screams were a constant and how one can never tell night and day. She had always been scared of the dark.

She tugged at Bran’s hand again, tears now unstoppable as she felt panic rise within her. She was restless.

But she saw that her brothers had paled as well. Unable to tend to her for they needed comfort themselves.

She knew now that the stories were indeed reality. And that’s where they’re supposed to go now.

Alec and Bran felt like they could might as well take a titan any day over being in the Underground. They heard that everyday down there was a fight for survival.

Blood a constant sight and crime at an all time high.

Agnes fell on her knees sobbing in disbelief. How could this happen? She thought of her children living a life in that place.

She shuddered at the thought of the dark and damp hell within the Walls.

Marius heaved as he ran towards the MP Commander before going down on his knees. He was certain his heart was going to burst out of his chest.

“Spare the children! Please! They are innocent. Just take me please.” He begged knowing that lives depended on it.

The Commander remained stoic. Eyes trained straight ahead. Ears deaf to the pleas of the desperate man.

Deep down, his heart clenched. He knew this family. He knew the truth. But there wasn’t anything he could do as well without risking himself.

Soon an MP came to bind their wrists in shackles. Linking them before shoving Marius forward while they trailed behind him.

A single drop smeared Claire’s cheek. She raised her head and more followed. It was raining. Was the sky crying for them?

Her brothers always told her rain happens because they skies wept. She believed them.

She was roughly taken back to the present when she heard Alec hiss in pain. Shackled wrists reaching up to shield his head from something.

Then Claire noticed her parents do the same. They were being stoned as the MP herded them. She felt one particularly sharp rock strike her.

Wincing in pain she reached up to her right cheek, feeling moisture on her fingers. The sight of red liquid a more pronounced confirmation of the cut.

Hot fat tears continuously rolled down her face as she kept herself busy looking down and crouching to make herself smaller to be a harder target.

The thunder of the livid mob almost overpowering the angry pitter-patter of the rain.

Little Claire refused to look up. Refused to meet the unfriendly stares of people they once knew or helped in someway.

They were abandoned. Ousted.

She felt cold as her dress got soaked. Her special birthday dress her mother had sewn for her. Bright red just like she wanted turning dark from the water.

Words such as thieves, liars, pigs and traitors were shouted at them. She wondered if they were true.

In her heart, she felt hurt. She didn’t understand what was going on. Why were people saying bad words and hurting them?

“But I’m not bad.” She sadly thought, her lips jutting out in a petulant pout.

She never quarreled with her playmates or ever hurt a fly.

Marius Fords was a generous noble, holding countless charities to help feed many alongside his wife who provided free medical aid.

Their family has always politely greeted people as they handed out bread to old and young alike. Easily gracing everyone they met with kind smiles.

Claire can’t recall a moment her father hesitated to offer assistance to anyone in need or ever hear anyone have anything bad to say about them.

The Fords were always a go-to for people in need. Never ones to turn away or dismiss.

Always approachable for they themselves lived a simple life. Making people think they are one with them despite their status in society.

Even at her young age, Claire knew her family was loved by many.

At least before today.

Why were they being punished?

Marius gravely kept his head down. Keeping silent as he endured the groans of his wife and sons muffled by the rain and the shouts as they endured the stoning. Claire whimpered and sniffled.

Had he been alone, he would have proudly held his head up. An innocent humbly accepting his fate no matter how grim.

But he wasn’t alone.

Blood trickled down his eyebrow, a particularly deep cut obscuring his vision. His felt his wife stumble as she momentarily lost her balance, tugging the chains that connected them.

Alec rushed to help, ulitimately pulling Bran and Claire forward as well until they all crashed together on their mother.

Agnes tearfully reached for their children. Weeping for every cut and scratch that littered their skin. Teeth chattering from the drop in temperature.

His heart broke at the sight of his battered family just as thunder boomed.

Denying the comfort of meeting their gazes, he bent down to try and help. He brought them here and for that he would be eternally sorry.

He could stand his pain with every contact but it wounded him beyond physical for his family to be involved in this.

Soldiers harshly pulled his sons to their feet as the girls were treated a little gentler.

He watched as a soldier stuck close to his daughter effectively shielding her from anymore harm. An arm extending across her small shoulders.

He gave the young man a grateful smile just as he was shoved to move forward.

Despite being innocent he had no choice but to accept their unjust fate. It was better than being executed.

Alive, they could strive for something better once more.

But what hurt the most was that they were still in their neighborhood.

Risking a quick glance around, he noticed those they considered close family friends were nowhere in sight.

People who should have been there to defend them or simply send them off. Instead, he was met with dirty judgmental looks.

Their house was only few blocks away from the entrance of the Underground but they were taking the long way round.

Being paraded in whole city of Mitras, an act to demoralize them and humiliate them for all of the Walls to see.

Coming into the center of Mitras, passing by all too familiar corners, the family sadly thought back to better days.

The shop Alec and Bran frequented with their father, equipments for hunting. A favorite pastime between the men.

The shop owner closed its doors as the family came in sight.

The library Claire practically grew up in as well. Her mother mostly left her to the elderly woman that kept the place on weekends.

Little Claire fondly called her “Nana”. She’d always receive a kiss or some sweets in return.

She had read every storybook when she was younger. The day she had put the last book down she came to watch Nana crotchet.

She had wanted to learn. Ever so curious and eager. By the time her mother came to fetch her, she proudly presented the pouch she made.

Recently she had moved on to history and medicine. She knew what she wanted to be in the future.

A skilled and compassionate doctor just like her mother.

Today, Nana watched from the balcony of the second floor, her heart breaking for the mother and child she had come to treat family.

Agnes had looked up thoughtfully back at her. Nodding as Nana waved goodbye.

Then there was the candy shop the siblings went to when one was having a bad day. Claire’s first time there was when she scraped her knee.

Her brothers had praised her. She was never one to bawl and shriek under pain. She’d tear up silently, stubbornly sniffling or whimpering lowly.

Bran and Alec’s first time on the other hand was a different story. It was when they pitifully got rejected by the girls they liked when they were 4.

The boys had bawled from heartbreak, Marius and Agnes hadn’t known how to handle the crybabies seriously. It was just ridiculous and amusing.

So in they went, then it became tradition.

Today the middle-aged woman that always catered to them stood by the street in front of the shop. Waiting with three bags, treats for the children.

She tried to break through the soldiers acting as barricade between the family and the mob. Catching the one that stood protecting Claire by the sleeve, she handed the bags with pleading eyes.

Alec and Bran had thrown her a grateful smile. Thankful she was there to uplift them just like she always did on bad days. Even if it was the last time.

The walk was long. Eventful nonetheless. The family knew they were close, every step they took reluctantly, feet heavy and hearts dreadful.

But time seemed to be playing a cruel trick on them. Because soon enough they found themselves by the entrance to the Underground.

The sun had just set, enveloping the streets into a moonless night. Lamps dimly lit the city but from where they stood, they could see the roof of their house.

The soldiers unchained them. They offered resistance as they were pushed down the dark stairwell.

This was it.

They just had to arrive on the most dangerous time inside the Underground.

Only two guards accompanied them as they descended. Every step felt like the air was closing in on them.

All little Claire could think of was the extinguished candle wick this morning as they succumbed to the darkness that awaited them.

< *Prologue* | Chapter 2 >

[stridkv]

Eldian girls🌼

[kyojinking]

[krylletea]

I had to make a video about them <3 My two fav characters

[nyralunaexe]

Day 104 - Got started on the sketch!

#anime #manga #art #artists #snk #aot #attackontitan #shingekinokyojin #sasha #sashablouse #sashabraus

[witches4sale]

my encouragement that keeps me going in my studies...

SHE IS VERY GORGEOUS TO ME I SWEAR!!!

[tangledemise]

idk what happened to the quality,, but here’s some quick draws of marco,, after starting to watch snk all over again teeheehee,,

[leavemealoneplsandthx]

Why I love Sasha Blouse:

Something I’ve noticed about Sasha is that she’s one of the only ‘normal females’ that’s a main character.

Think about it,

We have Mikasa Ackerman who is a literal superhuman and last remaining Asian in Paradis

Then there’s Historia Reiss who is a part of the royal bloodline and freakin queen

Hanji who is commander and so incredible smart and skilled

Ymir who was a titan shifter and was literally seen almost as a God

Annie who is one of the only female titans and was sent to wipe out an entire race

(Pardon me if I forgot anyone)

Then there’s Sasha Blouse. She’s not a queen, or superhuman, or a titan shifter, she’s just a normal girl in a fucked up world. She’s slightly awkward, emotional, loves food, not the strongest, sometimes let’s pressure take over. She’s so.... regular.

Yet she’s one of strongest females in the show, why?

Because she’s still made it to top ten. Mikasa is one of the most powerful soldiers in humanity because of previous titan experiments on her bloodline, Annie had prior military training and was a shifter, Historia only got into top ten because Ymir started slacking off, and Ymir is a shifter. Sasha is the only one who genuinely worked her way into the top ten through determination and improving on her skills.

She isn’t just a machine who kills with no problem. She has morals and struggles to end a humans life. She struggles to kill titans sometimes because she’s scared, because she should be, and yet she still saved that girl in season two because she faced her fears head on and braved it despite knowing it could kill her.

She isn’t some goddess with superhuman capabilities. She’s a teenage girl. She’s strong, she’s talented, but she’s only human. She has strengths and weaknesses and she sometimes allows her emotions to get the better of her.

I mean technically if you take out all of the people who got into top ten because they’re superhuman or titans with military experience Sasha would be ranked #5 and probably the highest ranked female soldier in the Cadet Corps.

That is why Sasha Blouse is one of the strongest female AOT characters in my opinion.

[mrsackermanbrat]

Chapter 2: AN ENCOUNTER MUCH DIFFERENT

A scream echoed through the hollow of the Underground. Piercing the ominous atmosphere, a daily occurrence.

It would have been an unusual sight had it been in any other place.

But this is the Underground.

Cold steely orbs held terrified blue ones.

An 11-year old boy successfully paralyzed a helpless woman into submission as she tossed her pouch towards his awaiting left hand as the other held her at knife point.

As the pouch made contact, the boy turned his gaze away. Perhaps to somehow rid himself of the unease that creeped inside him. It was guilt but he didn’t know that.

The boy only ever knew basic emotions. Negative is a more likely term. Those of which he caused on a regular: shock, panic, wariness, unease, fear, and desperation.

Just like the ones he saw flash through the woman’s eyes as he robbed her.

Lastly, rage. One he constantly felt himself. Boiling palpably inside him. Whether it be because of the life he was forced to live or because of the person he was forced to become, he couldn’t tell.

Levi effortlessly ran through narrow alleys, effectively escaping the scene of the crime. Pouch as the prize in one hand as the other quickly tucked the knife behind him.

Darting through sharp corners, he worked to keep as much distance. He had to go before the MPs arrived or the image of the terrorized woman’s face imprinted on his mind.

He doesn’t like what he does but it is a necessity in his current living conditions. At his young age, he was starting to make a name for himself.

Kenny left not more than five days ago and Levi is grappling to make ends meet. The absence of the man combined with his blossoming reputation making him a target.

Not that he can’t handle it. He scoffed confidently knowing full well he can easily hand a grown man’s ass back to him. He may have done so quite a dozen of times since Kenny’s departure.

Of course a few more when Kenny was still training him.

They all underestimate his size. A pitiful mistake on their part really.

Nowadays he’s been diving headfirst unto any opportunity to keep his mind distracted and body going. Not exactly laying low, one might say.

Either he spends his days running after robbing people or brawling due to pointless reasons.

He refuses to be idle, not wanting to think of the fact he was abandoned or why. Then there’s the likelihood of starvation, his mind flashing to the days he spent beside his mother’s corpse.

Levi was and is lonely and alone.

The constant rage he knows flooded him full force, the only balm to his vulnerability. Something he detests with conviction.

Shaking his head to rid off the memory, he turned to briefly look behind, checking to see if anyone was following him. He knows there were none but it was instinct and wise to do so.

Hands flexing as he threw the pouch in the air catching it with ease as he leaned on a wall. It was heavy, a tell-tale sign of a fruitful heist.

He pulled on the drawstring and hummed at the sight of the coins, glimmering even in the limited lighting of this forsaken place.

Maybe food wasn’t something he would have to worry about for a day or two. But he quickly grew pissed.

Nothing ever comes free in the Underground or cheap for the matter. A mere bread costs more than his lodging. Maybe even a life in desperate occasions, perhaps one day.

Walking to a familiar stack of crates, he hoisted himself up to get up on the roof of a building. Reaching his slender arms and pushing his feet on windowsills to propel himself higher.

He felt like he is on a roll and he might as well take advantage of it.

His eyes scanned the vicinity, trying to ascertain if there were any MPs patrolling in the area. There were 3 on the left, too busy chatting their lazy asses off.

It would be a pain in the ass should they give chase now. But maybe when he’s done for the night he might have time to give the bastards something to do.

He proceeded to leap on roofs of lower buildings, his feet light and movements quick. A skill he mastered at a young age. Roofs were great escape routes if one can get by undetected.

And oh boy did Kenny make sure he knew how.

He looked down just in time to see a stout man shove a pouch in his front jacket pocket. Crouching to jump down, he landed silent as a cat.

Stealthily approaching the man from behind, he shadowed him as he walked. Getting close enough to sneak his hand in the man’s pocket before pulling the pouch out.

Quickly turning and hiding in the refuge of dark corners. His eyes scanned for more targets, successfully pulling off two more.

He situated himself on a roof once more and was about to jump down for a final heist before calling it a night when he found himself dropping flat on his belly as he heard boots squelching down some steps.

“Fucking idiot,” he muttered as he realized he had gone far too close to the stairwell, risking being caught if they just look up.

He usually kept his ventures a safe distance from the stairwells but also not too deep into the heart of the Underground. The forepart was the center of livelihood after all.

Things get more vicious the deeper one goes. The heart and rear of the Underground was the den of the more heinous activities.

That’s where Levi lives.

Having heard them before they came into view, Levi waited as two MPs descended from the stairwell, eyes accusingly glaring at their mucky boots.

Levi hated when it rains. Not that it ever really does down in the Underground. But the downpour of water from the Surface only made this hellhole worse.

As if the mossy walls or the dank smell wasn’t enough. Leaves and trash always came with the water further clogging the place, sometimes to a point it floods. He loathed those days.

“Tch shit’s gonna get shittier,” Levi hissed under his breath. He might as well stay on the roofs tonight should it flood.

He slowly backed away from the edge of the roof to make a quick escape as the MPs nodded to the thugs manning the stairs. But movement from behind the MPs halted him.

Five people trailed behind them, all shaking as they reached the bottom. Just then another scream pierced the Underground and he watched as they cowered, huddling closer together.

The man in the group held his arms around a woman and a girl. Two boys maybe a couple years older than him scanned the surroundings as they stayed close.

He did a double take as he realized they were two people with the exact same face.

“What the fuck?” He thought as his eyebrows furrowed in utter confusion.

The females shook violently as loud voices surfaced, he turned his head to the right and saw a group of drunken older thugs approaching.

The girl buried her head between the legs of who he could only assume to be her father. After all, Levi didn’t really know what a family looked like.

She slightly turned her head but kept her eyes low just as the group passed. The MPs had aimed their rifles in warning for them to stay back.

“This is where we leave you. Try to be safe and keep out of the streets. It would be wise to conceal your identities.” One of the MPs spoke lowly as he thrust a bag on the shoulder of the man.

He gave the girl a pat on the head before walking off with his partner.

“Are these idiots lost or something?” Levi thought as he shrugged. He didn’t care.

The fact that they looked like they are well off caught his attention though. However, they appeared to be disheveled, dirty, and soaking wet.

Eyes scrutinizing every detail, he noted that they dressed simply but the materials were nothing like the ragged pieces people from this place wear on a daily.

His eyebrows raised as he saw blood glistening in every exposed body part they had. Cheeks, head, arms, and legs for the females.

He knew it was risky to stay up here this long but curiosity doesn’t come often to him. It was new and it held him to his place now.

“What exactly brings you people here?” Levi whispered to himself.

The man had loafers and a black suit on. Much like the one Kenny occasionally wore under his long coat. The top of his head was balding but a thin layer of grey hair still lined the sides of his ears and back of his head.

In a few spots Levi could see traces of what looked to be fading shades of brown. There were also cuts of varying depth all over his head.

There was a big gash on the man’s right eyebrow. Blood was drying on his rectangular face and bruises were already forming much like the rest of his companions. He looked way worse however.

His eyes were wide and kind. Lines wrinkled around them as well as his forehead. Even in the flickering light the torches gave, Levi easily identified the man’s as brown.

Levi thought maybe they could have been warm and wise but tonight they looked wild and wary just like those of the others.

The woman had what Levi thought was probably long hair in a bun, given the size of it. It was parted in the center and is black with streaks of silver, a sign of her age.

She must be the mother. The boys shared the same black hair color.

Her hair was unruly, with a few loose strands framing her small heart face. She had fringes swept to the right side, subtly covering her deep-set, light green eyes.

The woman had what could have previously been a white dress. The cloth fitting her form from the wetness of the rain. It reached up to her ankles and she wore black sandals.

The boys kinda creeped him out. He had never seen such people. “What the fuck are they even?”

They had the same face shape and eye color as their father’s but their eyes were deep-set like their mother’s. Their hair clinging to their foreheads.

Matching white buttoned shirts and black trousers hang in their lean frames and finished with black loafers as well.

Another movement caught his attention as he focused on the girl who was tugging on the man’s hand as she shivered.

Her hair was wet like the others but it was the only one he couldn’t pinpoint the color of. It’s long and held by a red ribbon in a messy half updo, the ends almost matted.

Though he couldn’t see her clearly as she still held her head down.

Levi hadn’t realized how long he had lingered until he heard someone yell at him. An MP accosted him at his hiding spot just as he saw four men approach the family.

“Tch.”

He hoisted himself up and broke into a run across the roof he was situated on. Looks like the MPs will be up for a fruitless chase again tonight.

The family looked up as they heard the MP but saw nothing. Levi’s movements were blink and you’ll miss. The MP ran and was soon followed by two more.

Not an hour into the Underground and they are already given a taste of the norm.

“Mr. Fords? I’m your contact. Follow me.” A man with a brown bowler hat spoke. His voice was low and slight hoarse.

He was somehow short and stout, clothed in shabby clothes like his men. His face round and he looked sweaty as he puffed a cigar.

The family eyed him warily but followed anyway. The three men with him held back to trail behind them.

“These are my men, don’t mind them. They are just to assist us till we reach your lodging.”

Claire was kept sandwiched between her brothers and parents. She meekly walked, mindful of the eyes that followed their every step.

But her curiosity was overpowering the fear she felt.

To her surprise, the Underground City was just like the Surface in the sense of the structures that comprised it.

It was big.

Buildings just like she was used to up in the Surface towered over her, going so far back she couldn’t see anymore. There were also stores and bars.

Only this place was darker and dangerous. The streets were pretty much desolate and undeniably dirty. But she could feel eyes watching them from dark windows and corners.

A hustle and bustle just like in Mitras hung in the air by the area with stores but it was clouded by the menacing atmosphere that came with the reputation that precedes the place.

They passed a huge establishment with a pitiful red cross painted on top. A hospital much to her relief. But it looked pretty much deserted save from a man who must be a doctor sitting by the door.

It wasn’t a long walk but to her small feet it felt far enough from the stairs they came from. Soon enough they stood in front of a two-story building.

The building wasn’t that big, it had a overhang balcony and it reminded her of Nana’s library back in the Surface.

Still, she appreciated it. She felt lucky to even have it.

Her eyes hadn’t missed the homeless figures huddled in the dark as they passed streets and alleys.

Agnes quickly but gently shoved Claire inside as soon as the man opened the door. Eager to keep her daughter out of the streets and the men’s sight.

Practically dragging her daughter up the stairs situated to the right from the entrance. They quickly entered a door at the end of the narrow hallway on the second floor.

“Stay here sweetie. Keep away from the windows. I’ll be back soon.” She kissed Claire on the forehead before shoving a bag of sweets into her hands.

It should be good enough to keep Claire occupied knowing her daughter wasn’t fond of the dark. Turning on her heels, she pulled the rickety door closed.

Claire’s heart raced a little. There was tension in the air that made her feel uneasy. Her hands absentmindedly felt around the bag.

She took a treat out and shoved it in her mouth. Relaxing slightly at the familiar taste as it melted on her tongue.

Eyes squinting, she saw figures in the corner of the room, giving her a slight panic. Recognizing them as luggages, she stared in confusion.

Before she could stop herself, she fumbled in the dark as she made her way to it. Reaching for what seemed like a handle, to acquaint her with the object.

It was Alec’s suitcase!

Feeling more baffled she reached for the others on the floor and just then she heard the window being opened.

Levi had confidently slipped through the window of the building, he knew it to be empty and so he was beyond caught off guard when he slammed into something.

Or someone as he heard a muffled gasp from the shadows.

“Tch.”

Hands instinctively pulling out his knife, he grabbed at his unwelcome companion, dragging them to a wall before holding the length of his knife to the person’s throat.

They landed on an area that was partially illuminated by the light of the torches outside seeping through the window. His body harshly trapping hers, a silent warning of what’s to come.

Levi saw the blade cutting through flesh deep enough just to draw minute amount of blood but inflicted pain nonetheless.

He then heard her whimper before he looked up.

Levi and Claire both heaved as their eyes met.

To Claire, the boy’s eyes were livid and threatening.

But if it wasn’t for their close proximity, she was sure she would have missed the slight way they widened as recognition crossed them.

“Does he know me?”

To Levi, the girl’s eyes went from being shut in pain to surprised to panicked to frightened then to something he couldn’t read.

It caused him absolute reluctance and so he hesitated.

Something he never felt or did before.

Then he realized it was her. The girl from the stairwell.

Levi snapped back to himself as he heard footsteps approaching.

How ironic his night should end with an encounter much different from how he started it.

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