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aengelren · 2 months
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tell him you know a place then drop him off at a therapist
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arlertdarling · 10 months
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this is what perfection looks like btw
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capitalcorgi351 · 11 months
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My fandom experience for the past 2 years
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yandereshingeki · 3 months
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his ass does NOT have a pilots license!!!!!
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exosalt · 21 days
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Eren - lineart
i’m obsessed with him he’s so pretty 🤧 can’t wait to colour this!
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chaotic-on-main · 6 months
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Hi! I wanted to maybe request a Rockstar Eren moodboard if you're able? Thank you so much in advance!
Hi hello!! Thank you for the follow! ☺️ I wasn't sure if you wanted a self-ship one or not so I just kinda whipped this up and made up an HC, I hope that's okay 💕
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Eren Yeager was a troubled kid. Growing up, he either was in trouble or was the trouble and he only ever met his consequences with a snarl and glare. As a teen, he learned to channel that anger into music, often staying late in the garage playing guitar until his fingers bled (how punk rock). His years of staying afloat in school while working hard at the guitar paid off. The moment he graduated, he left his town with middle fingers up and a dream. Years later you can find him in grungy small venues, shredding on his second-hand guitar with the band he made. And there you were, always on the barricade and headbanging to the lyrics he helped write. Wherever his band went, you were there. The first time he caught your eyes, he was winded. You were so determined, so gorgeous. So authentic. It's almost like a Wattpad story how he slips his number to you as well as a way to get to the dressing room set for his band. He's got an extremely rough and messy exterior but your patience was strong and steadfast. Soon enough, he begins to have a weakness - you. Eren hated everything, well almost everything.
send me an ask with your dream date/day/night/whatever with your f/o and I'll make you a moodboard and HC!
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mariusofthesea · 5 months
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They’re on a liddol date 🤏🏼🤗
Edited from the new AoT x DISH UP collab official art
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chrollohearttags · 1 year
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eren likes having her hair pulled as much as yn does but he ain’t gon say nothing
I so completely agree. Mans is a slut fr, and he wouldn’t mind letting (y/n) use him for a little bit. Because imagine pulling his hair while he’s on all fours and (y/n) jer— *line disconnected*
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frickyesforumweapons · 2 months
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somemydayy · 1 year
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this is what sadness feels like
“I truly do hope you find someone, who can give their all to you. Sadly I don’t think I’m the one who can, so this is goodbye, (Y/n).”
She stood there, watching his back as he walked further away. Now, it was just her alone, heartbroken and solemn, sitting on that very bench in the park they first met. Where they first confessed their feelings to each other. Where they shared their first kiss. Where they both spoke of their dreams, and aspirations for the future, together. It was there she broke down at the sudden realization, she couldn’t, wouldn’t, ever be able to come back here with him, again. That she would never get the opportunity to tell him she loved him, ever again.
And now, it only seemed to remind her of everything all at once, but still the tears refused to surface. She dared not let them out. For she feared if she did, she would not be able to stop them from overflowing, from drowning herself in them. So she decided to run, she ran until her chest thrashed harshly, until her eyes blurred with tears that refused to fall, until she could no longer hold the pain in; she held within her shattering heart. And the dam broke, and drenched out into waves that threatened to drown her, swallow her up whole.
Unexpectedly along the way did she slip, and plant into the harsh asphalt of the road. Even if bruised and battered, did she hastily rush to get back up, again. She resolved herself in order to continued on. With a soft line placed against her lips, did she try to pick herself back up, again. When suddenly a sharp piercing forced her to wince in pain; as she looked down, she took notice of the bruises and bloody wounds surrounding her extremities of her limbs. It was then that she almost lost all hope, that is until she saw a hand reached out towards her, and a familiar voice asking:
“Hey, friend, do you need a hand?”
As if broken from her trance, she looked up as a throat clearing ripples out in the cold afternoon breeze. A tall figure stood in front of her, splash of warmth framing his features, captivated her soul whole. Her eyes filled with warmth as she looked back at a pair of bright hues but she was momentarily blinded by the pools trickling down her cheeks in streams. Her breath quivered at the touch of his fingertips gently whipping away her tears. She couldn’t help, but hear it, and wonder if he heard it too. The sound of her heart breaking in two.
Uliminated by the flickering street lights, he catches a glimpse of her current state. His heart squeezes tight as he recalls the ringing of his phone at such ungodly hours of the night, how pain-stricken the voice on other side of the phone line had sounded. The desperation laced in her voice. The frantic plead for him to come, to her rescue. He saw it all now. He put together all the missing pieces of the puzzle. Stained cheeks. Frantic breathing. Bloodshot eyes. Blood trickling down her knees. Her ankle was bruised, her knees were battered in scraps and cuts. She was hurt, and his heart sank deeper into the pit of his stomach, at the realization of why.
Her face was tear-stained, and red from the harsh air, but the warmth emanating from his palm was comforting, and soothing. She soon found the strength to stand with his help. With a swift movement he took off his jacket, and gently placed it atop her head; he couldn’t help but stare at her, tear stained cheeks, quivering lips, and blotchy eyes were enough for him to reach out and take her into within his embrace.
She soon welcomed the warmth that was his embrace, it engulfed her, and she buried herself further within the safety of his arms.
“(Y/n). I’m here, I’m right here.”
Her eyes filled with warmth once again as she looked back at a pair of familiar bright colored hues. She was momentarily blinded by the pools streaming down the mounds of her cheeks once, again. Then a quiver of a smile coated her delicate features, but it didn't quite reach her eyes, just yet.
“He broke up with me.” The harsh breeze pained her nose and cheeks a red flush, as her eyes were downcasted.
“What did I do? I must have done something for him to leave.” Her words were rushed, and sluggish; the cold was harsh against her chafed lips. A few scabs lingered on her lips, broken and bleeding just like the current state of her heart. She was hurt and swallowed up in her own pain, but she decided to smile through the pain. She noted she did that more often, when she was trying to not have him worry.
“Tell me, what did I do wrong?” The cold air engulfing her lungs was harsh and piercing. With a heavy tug of her trembling hands, grasped harshly against his collared shirt.
Even he knew, how much you loved them. Always making sure to clear your schedule just to go on a date, picking up extra shifts at work just to afford that pricey present for their birthday, doing the absolute most to have the best impression on his family, always putting aside your own wants, and feelings just to make sure they were happy instead; always making sure they were your first priority. And that was what he hated, he hated how you always seemed to lose yourself when it came to your relationships. You put aside your own feelings just for someone else.
“(Y/n) just cry. Let it all out.” She soon loosen her hold on him, and fully grasped the notion of his words. That when she tightened the grip she had on his shirt, while begging her heart to stop hurting so damn much.
“It hurts, it hurts. I feel like my heart was ripped out of my chest. It hurts so much, I don’t know what to do.” The cold air engulfing her lungs was harsh and piercing with a heavy tug of his hands, did he clasp harshly against her smaller ones, and pulled her further into his embrace.
Even if he knew it hurt, he had not the heart to loosen his hold on you, for he feared you would shatter into pieces if he let you go. So he did what he did best, he held you in his arms and told you everything was going to be alright; even though his own heart was breaking into pieces trying to make yours whole again.
“It's alright. Everything’s alright, I'm here now."
© Somemydayy 2023 | Please do not copy or alter this writing on Tumblr or any other platform.
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ladydevilhunter · 4 months
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Charlotte (OC) and her daughter, Carla
Attack on Titan AO3 fanfic: Bonds of Betrayal (Eren x OC)
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aengelren · 2 months
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what did Doja say about big noses
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I wasted my wishes on you (first part)
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⚠️ Warning: incest, stepcest, fem!reader, possessive!brother, dark content, toxic behavior, fluff
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You and Eren had always been very close, you were only two years apart so beside being brother and sister you have always been great friends. Since early age you played together, teased each other, made your parents angry... you strengthened each other trying to always be together, looking for a place where you could exist hidden from the whole world. Eren had always taken care of you, he felt compelled to do so because you grew up in a house where you couldn't live your childhood, there was never space and love for you. You always saw your brother as the only person you could trust, the only one who cared about you.
But now you were 18 and Eren was 20, you are no longer children and you are no longer united as you once were. Growing up you realized that your brother wasn't immune as he wanted you to believe, all the things that had happened to him because of your family made him cold, always angry and apathetic towards everyone and the world; he tried to stay at home as little as possible, taking refuge with his friends or at the university. You, on the other hand, were trapped within the walls of your home, you didn't go out a lot and didn't have many friends, but the thing that made you feel worse was having lost the relationship that you and your brother once had.You and Eren spoke little, sometimes you didn't see each other for days or you only greeted each other when you met in the corridors of the house.
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It’s Saturday night and you are playing computer games while talking with your friends.
Today was Mikasa's birthday, a childhood friend of your brother who by force majeure had also become someone you know well; she was nice but you weren't very close even though she often was around your house together with Armin, another dear friend of your brother. Between you there has always been a bit of tension and jealousy, given that Mikasa had always been in love with Eren and you knew it, but although your brother has never shown to feel anything more than friendship for her you were still jealous of the relationship they had, since Eren spent much more time with her than with you. You don't think Mikasa wanted to invite you but probably Armin had insisted and even if the idea of ​​seeing her don’t excite you that much, it is an opportunity to be with your brother.
While you are playing someone knocks on the door,
<< it’s open>> it’s Eren, who enters your room with his usual apathetic expression.
<< tonight we are going out at 9 pm, okay? >> he asks as he watches you with indifference.
<<mhhh ok>> you say as you continue playing without taking your eyes off the video game.
<< try not to wear anything inappropriate, I don't want Jean or Connie to spend the evening staring at you drooling >> he says as he keeps staring at you waiting for your eyes to meet.
<<what do you mean by inappropriate?>>, you ask to tease him a bit while you pause the game.
<<you know what I mean>> he says as a smile forms on his face and his eyes begin to scan your body causing you to blush.
You feel nervous around him, your heart starts racing and your belly churns, but you still can't wait to be with him.
<<Jean and Connie don't drool over me and anyway I've already decided to wear that dress>>, you say pointing to a black dress hanging in the wardrobe.
Eren approaches it, <<it's a bit short for my taste but I don't think I'll convince you to wear anything else…>> he says while chuckling.
You look at him with a defiant look that he returns immediately.
<< you'll be gorgeous tonight, everyone will stare at you >> he smirks while he looks at you waiting for your reaction to his provocations.
<<I don't care to be stared by all, not by everyone... you know>>, you underline the last sentence while trying not to take your eyes off the green that were pressing on you.
<< so who do you want to stare at you while you wear that too short dress? >> he flirty asks you while coming closer to you.
His hand moves a lock of hair behind your ear and then slides on your chin.
<<you know>>, you say blushing as you lower your head to look at your shaking hands.
<< I want you to tell me, say it out loud >>, he lifts your face up so he can see you blush.
He loves seeing you in trouble because of him, seeing you beg for his attention and his caresses.
You look him in the eyes and try to work up your courage and answer, but you weren't good at playing this way with him, and he knew it too well.
<< you… you Eren >> you stammer as you escape from his grip and lower your gaze again.
Your brother giggles << you're so shy, it’s so adorable >> he says as he moves away from you to leave the room.
<<Eren why don't we spend more time together? You're always busy… >> the words come quickly from your mouth, you've wanted to ask him for a long time but you were ashamed, you didn't want to seem so in need of his attentions.
<< do you miss me so much? >> he asks in a joking tone while a smile appears on his face, satisfied to have received that question that he was waiting for so much.
You don't answer but you look at him sad.
<<hey I'm sorry, I have so many things to do for college... I'll try to be with you more>>, he tries to reassure you while the mocking smile that was printed on his face intent on provoking you turns into a sincere and kind smile.
<<but do you want to spend some time with me?>> you ask becoming redder than you already were while trying to make yourself smaller and smaller by bringing your knees to your chest.
Eren approaches you sitting on the bed while he hugs you to him << of course I want to be with you, I'm sorry I can't show it to you >> he says while planting a kiss on your forehead.
Your hands reach behind his neck as your face is buried in his chest. Often when you were little Eren made you stay in his arms, you felt safe and loved smelling him while he held you close.
You detach yourself from him and look at his green eyes, fixed on yours… he's so beautiful and perfect for you.
Your gaze ends up on his lips that you want so much to kiss even though you know you shouldn't.
You loved your brother, he was your blood, you grew up together, you share the same house, the same parents, the same story, but what you felt for him wasn't just brotherly love, you wanted more, you wanted to be able to be a confidante, a best friend, a lover…
Even Eren's gaze leaves your eyes to lower at your lips; you are a few centimeters away from each other but neither of you wants to reset the distance between you, or rather you don't have the courage to do so. Although it wasn't the first time that your lips joined in a kiss every time you are so close to him your heart seems to explode. He kisses you on the cheek and then slowly touches your lips to leave a light kiss on them. Your hands dip into his hair as excitement begins to build in you.
<<I missed you>>, these three words come faintly from your brother's mouth, who in the meantime left you a kiss on the forehead and then held you in a hug.
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I just wanted to add that English is not my native language so if I have made any mistakes please let me know. Thank you <3
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sintiva · 1 year
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https://www.tumblr.com/sintiva/713501252251746304/and-look-at-how-eren-got-all-the-black-folk-on
I don't necessarily think it's going against the "black community" on here to critique a canonically white character speaking AAVE and always being a drug dealer/plug/stoner. Or not even that just speaking on how a character is always portrayed. There's no variety. And compared to every other character except maybe Connie (like Levi, Armin, Jean, Reiner, Porco, etc.) Eren's always the main theme that occurs on here.
Some anons are being dumb asf with the reaching but people are gonna talk anyway about fiction regardless. I know black writers get hate on this app for dumb shit but people shouldn't be shut out for just voicing their opinion on fiction.
Some people eat it up and some people don't. Personally I think it's weird because why make a white man say AAVE (not mama, but like "ma", "shawty", etc.) and give him stereotypical hood ***** characteristics like being a drug dealer, toxic, cheater, guns, or like the fics themselves being struggle love, cheating, etc.
You or anyone else accused of this don't have to change how you write him, but obviously reading the tags and seeing this all the time gets kind of depressing to read because the y/n we read gotta go some BS to be loved.
This post also explains that Eren doesn't even have to be less of anything I or anyone else got a problem with, but couldn't he be more down bad for black reader like he is in canon? Like why does it have to be struggle love/situationships?
https://heartdevil.tumblr.com/post/713487049503719424/lets-talk-about-the-epidemic-that-is-niggaeren
And not saying you said this but like I know the: "well the white y/ns sometimes do dubcon/abuse/dracophilia/etc. but y'all never call them out for it" argument but that doesn't solve the case neither. They both got problems. And since we're all black we're more likely to look at the "eren x black reader" tag and point out issues than the yt ones.
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this entire ask overwhelmed me so bad😭
(i say y’all a lot, but i’m not talking about you specifically nonny)
but overall this whole concept of nigga!eren is so tired?? the way y’all are talking about this seems like y’all only believe a black men can have these negative ass sterotypes, and why is that…. MEDIA?? y’all saying only niggas can have struggle love, use guns, be plugs and so fourth?? what are black men? fucking degenerates??? i’m not liking how people are using all these traits they see in eren fics and simply saying he gives black man. y’all are playing into the stereotypes by thinking like that. y’all talking bout struggle love relationships??? are y’all reading on mf wattpad 😭😭, i’ve read tons of eren fics where that’s not the situation at all, so i’m genuinely confused in where these fics are found. and tbh i could care less about what white folk write, every community/group/fandom has their own problems but seeing the black community get continuous back lash is exhausting. but i do understand how seeing constant toxic renditions of eren fics can be distasteful, i feel that way myself, but at the end of the day people will write what they want to write. i don’t like how it’s perceived that people are just basically writing a black man version of eren, but 🚶🏽‍♀️
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hartmannyoukaigirl · 1 month
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Im really really really glad that tumblr and ( That ) part of twitter seem to be so wholly interested in aot because its such. aot is so.
It seriously needs a system where your ethnicity and country are shown next to your username while discussing it. the difference between arab & western & japanese fandom r insane like actually ( the arab one is correct btw. understandably )
though i seriously can't understand the jp fandom & isayama himself. their country got nuked by america so they adapt the american mentality? seriously?? since when did anime side with the oppressors or had propaganda like USA war films??? Eren is such a world wide symbol of freedom for a reason and yet
And what Isayama did to him felt like an american soldier had a gun to his head and told him to not make Eren win and make his people die because resistance bad and as an oppressed person you should kiss your supreme overlords's boots happily. Thats why ending defenders exist and are mainly on reddit and youtube, bc they agree with that
Seriously. so much is known just from one's stance on AOT and Eren. People who defend the ending and hate Eren and Eldia hate them because they KNOW their role is better fit for Marley and even unconsciously they relate with the oppressor and could never imagine them, the 'center of the world' and 'right' people ever dying or not being in control.
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robosuta · 2 years
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I think they both have the capability to be really sweet to each other
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