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levi-lover · 3 years

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So can I pretty please get a thirsty thursday imagine or head cannon for Levi or Erwin with an SO, possibly younger (still of age obvi ) with a dom/sub kink or possibly a daddy kink?

LOL this is from tt from like TWO weeks ago!! y’all I love all of these ideas but i’m such a slow writer(i’m so sorry) anon, i hope you enjoy!! (and i know it’s not thursday but like what is time ??)

{unedited} TW: spanking, praise, daddy kink, dom/sub,

Erwin aka Dom Daddy Erwin

Plz this man oozes dominance, the way he leads the scouts out to battle?? ASSERTIVE AND SEXY AF

Canon or Modern AU, he’s the one calling the shots in the bedroom

As for the age gap, he fucking loves it like he will tease you all the time but you’re his little baby lol

In a modern au, he loves buying you expensive lingerie, he’d make you wear it to special business events and would occasionally whisper something dirty in your ear and tease you over your pretty outfit. By the end of the night you’d be begging him to fuck you.

Okay picture this:

The night had been long and tedious. You’d spent the night smiling at strangers and laughing at Erwin’s jokes at the correct time; doing your job as his pretty little eye candy. He kept his hand on your lower back, rubbing small circles. He would casually lean over you, the smell of his cologne enveloping you. His hot breath would whisper against your ear, “you’re being such a good girl for daddy.”

You clenched your thighs, hoping to calm your arousal but watching him speak to another client nonchalantly while he knew he was driving you mad was too much. While Erwin was deep in conversation, your hand slowly reached down to his ass and you grabbed him. He jumped in surprise and tried to play it off, he gave you a side glare. You smiled innocently but you knew there was going to be a punishment tonight.

When you were splayed on Erwin’s lap, blindfolded and tied up with intricated knots, you couldn’t complain.

“You’re enjoying this huh,?” Erwin growled from the other, “you like making daddy look like a fool?” His large hand lands on your red ass in a hard slap.

You groan and grind your legs together, feeling your juices slip down your inner thigh.

“Answer me, baby girl,” he said darkly.

Damn, he’s pissed, you thought. You breathlessly chucked, “daddy, I didn’t mean to.”

He slapped you again. This time he curled his hand around your ass and squeezed you. “Why don’t I believe you?” he questioned.

You looked up at him, wide-eyed. “Daddy, I promise.” You begged.

“Suck my cock and then I’ll believe you.” he tossed you to the ground and unbuttoned his slacks, pull them off along with his boxers. Erwin sighed as his thick cock flew into the air. You slide your way in between his muscular thighs and looked at him, waiting for your next order.

Erwin grabbed the nape of you hair and pulled you down on his cock. Your lips hovered over the tip, pearly droplets of precum formed at the opening. Erwin chuckled when he saw the hunger in your eyes.

“Make me believe, baby girl,” he teased.

“Yes, daddy,” you moaned and began lapping up his precum, desperate for his taste. Your lips wrapped around his length. The corners of your mouth felt strained but you didn’t want to stop, you wanted more. You closed your eyes and felt Erwin’s cock get wetter with your spit. He pushed your head further down until the tip of his cock was hitting the back of your throat. You groaned, the vibrations send chills up his spine.

“Good girl,” he panted. He brought a hand up to your face and brushed away a tear forming in the corner of your eye with his thumb.

You nodded slightly to signal you were ready for more. Erwin began thrusting forward into your mouth while he kept his hand on the nape of your head, making sure you didn’t move. You hollowed out your mouth to make room for each thrust. He continued to face fuck you mercilessly but you didn’t care, all that mattered was pleasing daddy.

Erwin’s cock began to twitch uncontrollably as his breathing became uneven. You flattened your tongue to place more pressure on the vein running under his cock, knowing it drove him mad.

“Fuck, baby girl,” he panted, “so fucking good”

He paused for a second before shoving himself into you one final time, he groaned loudly as his cum shot down your throat. You continued to suck him, loving the taste of him on your warm tongue.

When Erwin was down, he raised your head, a trail of spit hung in between your lips and his cock. He lifted you until you were sitting on his lap. He kissed your harshly tasting himself on you. His tongue traced your bottom lip and he whispered, “Daddy’s not done with you yet baby girl.”

Levi Ackerman aka Mr. Sexyman

Okay Levi is not like Dom Daddy Erwin and I know it’s canon that he’s a sub but I feel like he’s a hardcore switch or like a bratty bottom.

Levi is a giver and would do anything to make sure his partner gets off bc that gets HIM off, watching the way your back arches and your mouth twists into a perfect o, the way you pant out his name is actual heaven

And yes, guaranteed orgasm every time y’all fuck like plz even just looking at him is a turn on and his tongue and fingers are actual MAGIC

This man is super observant and would immediately pick up what you like and tease you to the max

As the relationship progresses, Levi would be down to explore more dom/sub sex where you, my friend, are the dom and this is a big deal like you’ve earned Levi’s trust during such an intimate moment.

But Levi is a simple guy, no ropes or anything too rough like choking, degradation, etc but so much praise damn from both sides, tell him he’s a good boy and the blood would rush straight to his dick

Overall, sex with Levi is on another level!!

Also, he wouldn’t mind the age gap he wouldn't comment on it until you start calling him names like grandpa grumps or something and THEN he’ll ease tf out of you

Imagine:

Levi kissed your neck tenderly, his hand lazily ran over soaked underwear. Your hand gently scratched as his undercut. The bundle in your core began to tighten which each circle Levi drew over your clothed clit.

“Tsk, you’re so wet,” he mumbled against your skin, “I fucking love it.”

His breath made you shudder. You lowered your hands so they were wrapped around his toned biceps. Levi’s slender fingers pushed the fabric away from your soaking cunt. He ran his fingers along your slits, covering himself with your juices.

He raised his fingers to your lips, beckoning them to open. “Lick,” he ordered.

You opened your mouth and sucked on his fingers, running your tongue along his skin. Levi stared at you completely in awe.

He removed his hands and brought them down to your cunt with his middle finger he teased your entrance, slowly slipping in and out. His thumb was delicately rubbing circles around your clit. Your fingernails dug into his arm. Sweat pooled in the back of your knees as Levi brought you closer and closer to your release. You called out his name.

“You like that,” he askes as he pressed down completely on your clit. You arched your back, pressing yourself closer to him, and started grinding your hips into his hand. He inserted another finger and curled them, hitting the soft spot that drove you crazy. You clenched your jaw.

Levi began to plant small kisses on your jawline until your mouth opened and your moans spilled into the dark room. Beautiful, he thought.

His thumb continued to stroke circles around your throbbing clit, you were so close. Your thighs began to tremble and your thoughts were incoherent. Levi nibbled on your earlobe, his hot breath fanning across your sensitive skin. It was too much but what drove you to the edge was Levi whispering, “come.”

With that you completely lost it, the tension dissipated into pleasure and you saw stars bloom in your vision. Levi kept his thumb on your clit, riding out your high while whispering, “good girl.”

Once your breathing regained a sense of normalcy, he removed his hands from your underwear and began to draw small circles on your stomach.

“So,” he said smugly, “how’d I do?”

You rolled your eyes and lightly punched his shoulder. He chuckled and snuggled into the crook of your neck. From the contentment in your face, he could tell he did a good job.

#anon #ask #levi smut #erwin smut

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cynergy-laughter · 4 years

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Obey Me! One Master to Rule Them All! Headcanon#1 (Unprovoked)

What I love about the demon bois is that they are all canonically ticklish and I adore them for it. There are a few tickle scenes that I have witnessed. (If I can only find the tumblr post that showed the bois in a tickle fight with MC, I will adore you.) But what would happen if MC was an absolute playful/feral human tickle monster?

*dream cloud sequence*

Lucifer:

In the beginning, when he first gets poked, he remains calm, but felt a sensation never felt before.

Do not show weakness...

Shuts it down before the beast is unleashed and establishes 6 foot rule with MC.

Lucifer has never been tickled by anyone(except possibly by Diavolo but debatable.) and is shocked that a human is bold enough to even try.

Later on, Lucifer is okay with MC’s tickles, but he enjoys making MC work for his laugh.

He is quick to be rough if his brothers try to join on the fun. No tickle gang ups on Lucy~.

Worst spots: armpits, hips, back(in his demon form, his wings are pretty bad) Rated 7 for pretty ticklish.

Mammon:

Whenever MC is called human, ridiculed, insulted, or made fun of by Mammon, Mammon is quick to hop about 3 feet away.

Mammon, don’t hop, tickle monsters take that as a challenge.

You would think with as much as MC tickles him, and how ticklish Manmon is, Mammon wouldn’t have such a smart mouth... you would think.

He kind of likes it... kind of loves it... I-I mean no! Who would want to be tickled by a weirdo like you anywa-GYAH!! (Mammon Stay! [That Moment when the Feral Tickle Monster MC domesticates a demon of greed.])

Is trying to record MC tickling his brothers so he can sell the content for good cash.

Because of MC’s tickly methods, the brothers like to string Mammon up and tickle him as punishment for his pranks and leave him there, for a MC to find an offering for good harvest, prosperity, and peace.

Worst spots: Sides, abs, legs. Rated 11 for OverWrecked

Leviathan:

Is usually safe and shut in his room to even be considered as a target at first. But gives a squeak when he is poked, followed by a hiss because how dare.

Maybe if MC doesn’t see me, MC’ll leave me alone.

When MC started hanging out with Levi more, and casually brings up tickle scenes in different games they played, working tickling into the conversation, Levi gets a bit guarded but he is kind of interested in MC’s game taste, prompting MC is get revenge when Levi calls one of their games trash.

Levi getting tickled gives him his exercise for the day, especially when MC gives chase.

Later on, Levi calls cheating, demands rematches, blushes at MC for tickling him during racing games. Not that he minds...

MC likes giving Levi attention because MC was a semi-shut in because of their nature, they want Levi know they aren’t alone.

Worst spots: Ribs, belly, feet. Rated 8 for LMFAOOOO PLZ STAHP! and sent.

Satan:

At first he enjoys MC’s energy because he got to see Lucifer squirm, and his brothers got theirs.

But immediately becomes more evasive when the attention was on him. Especially when Mammon points out that Satan wasn’t getting tickles. (*inserts “He Still Got Three Lives” Super Smash Bros meme here*)

Satan one day is scolding Mammon and MC for disturbing his reading, even though he reading in his room with the door closed, MC just reaches to tickle Satan, only for Satan to grab the hand and hold it with a stern glare, and the rest of his body just moves back and away from MC when they start to reach with their other hand. “No... No!... NO.”

Satan’s first tickling happened then, and Mammon decided to film Satan getting absolutely wrecked, and he’s been on the tickle vid hustle ever since.

For someone who is so level headed and reserved, Satan is giggly boi.

Now, MC tickles Satan when they want him to take a break because overworking is not good. Satan grew to appreciate his break alarm, especially since he loves to tickle fight MC.

Worst spots: Navel, sides, knees. Rated 9 for Don’t you dare...

Asmodeus:

Absolutely adores MC and the attention he gets from the tickling(sub headcanon, Asmo is into all kinks, including tickling.)

Out of all the brothers, Asmo is the second least ticklish, but even then, that’s still pretty ticklish.

He is happy to indulge MC with their behavior, and even is willing to help them tickle the others, save for Lucifer.

Kind of gets jealous when MC tickles him less than the others, and actively tries to get MC to tickle him, he likes merciless tickles and soft tickles.

MC likes Asmo’s enthusiasm about tickling, but isn’t making it about anything more than laughter, but doesn’t leave Asmo out of tickles and affection.

Asmo’s one weakness is raspberries, they make Asmo squeal, especially on his neck and abs.

Worst spots: neck, abs, and thighs(squeeze em~!) Rated 6.5 for Yehehes please give me more!

Beelzebub:

Is too busy with hunger to even acknowledge the tickly sensation when MC first arrives.

As Beel opens up more and more to MC, there is only a couple ofpeople who can tickle him, that was Belphie, and now MC.

MC realizes that Beel is a person who likes short and sweet tickles, cause over exertion leads to a famished Beel. And no one wants a famished Beel.

Sometimes for a workout, Beel makes himself more sensitive and challenges MC to a tickle fight. Which usually ends in a giggly cuddle fest. No one’s sure who wins, and when the pizzas arrive, no one really cares.

Beel has grown to love MC’s tickly nuzzles and soft raspberries, especially since he’s the least ticklish of the brothers.

Worst spots: Belly, ribs, arms. Rated 6 for That kind of tickles...

Belphegor:

Has been locked up for [S T O R Y] and doesn’t experience MC’s shenanigans first hand, and it was probably for the best for him...

Belphie is a sleepy boi and thought it would save him from tickles, until MC started giving Belphie tickly wake up calls for school days.

Belphie is dumbfounded how quickly his brothers have changed because of MC’s influence...

As time went on, Belphie saw MC as kind of like a playful puppy, and loves to get into light tickle fights with him, although only on occasion does it turn into war.

Whenever MC is wrecking Belphie, Belphie calls out to Beel for help, and then MC calls Mammon for help, and it turns into a tickling free for all.

Belphie doesn’t like being tickled, but loves his back stroked and tickled lightly, it relaxes him. And MC lulls Belphie to sleep with that and falls asleep with him.

Worst spots: Feet, sides, ears. (Demon form, his horns are pretty ticklish.) Rated 10 for Totally Wrecked.

#obey me #one master to rule them all #headcanon #obey me luficer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #ticklish #obey me main character #tickle monster #beware the tickles #tickles #i love the bois

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yodawgiherd · 5 years

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Mindfuck

>>>Read on AO3<<<

Rating: M Setting: Post-canon, inspired by the current manga chapter (121) Obviously, spoilers below, proceed at your own risk.

Prompt: some fluff/smut Eremika with no angst plz

Hey I did my best :D

The meeting was boring.

And who could have predicted that winning a war, facing and surviving an invasion, and least but not last literally stopping the end of the world would have such incredibly dull consequences. One day there is fire and death everywhere, bombs are raining from the sky, and the next morning there’s suddenly a pressing need for new tax policy. It’s been months since the battle, yet there was always something else to discuss. Damn politics.

Adjusting his position on the chair, Eren did his best not to look too out of it, as he certainly should not. It was a privilege that he was even allowed on these meetings, a courtesy of now speaking queen Historia, who was one of the very few people who still believed in him, even after everything that he’s done. And Eren understood it. He understood the looks, the gossips, the way people avoided him, if they could, he did betray them after all. Sure, he had ulterior motives that saved them all in the end, but people needed someone to blame for the suffering and deaths that happened in a direct consequence of his actions, and he was the logical target of their scorn. In a way he welcomed it. He was used to it, the hate, and putting up with it was a small price to pay when the people he really cared about understood his motives and found it in their hearts to forgive him. That’s what mattered.

In an effort to prevent himself from falling asleep, which would be very, very inappropriate, Eren let his eyes wander over his fellow council members, trying to decipher what kind of trick they were using to manage to look this focused. Armin, sitting next to Eren, didn’t let his gaze falter from intently hanging on every word the queen said, most likely already making plans in his head. He was like that. Jean, the newly promoted leader of survey corps after Hange’s voluntarily resignation, was also watching the queen, to Eren’s slight surprise. He changed so much in the last years, matured, in a way Eren would never predict. The only one who was not completely taken by the speech seemed to be Levi, with his explosion-scarred face and permanently closed one eye, who had his remaining one trained on the tabletop, frowning at a patch of dirt that somehow found a way into the otherwise pristine room. Eren didn’t know who oversaw the cleaning of the meeting room, but whoever it was, he was about to get it. Finishing his little inspection circle, Eren’s vision finally came to rest on the person sitting next to him. His best friend, and recently also something more, albeit only in secret.

Mikasa was dutiful as ever, her face focused while listening to Historia, the only sign of her slightly wandering mind being the one hand that was playing with the end of her scarf. The old thing looked even more ragged than before, in contrast to the pristine new uniform with the flashy badges, the symbols of her recent promotion. She was a captain now, taking Levi’s old place, as the old soldier was no longer in any condition to fight. It was a miracle that he was still alive, Hange told Eren, the injuries he sustained should have killed him on the spot, yet he somehow survived. When the dust settled, Eren found the scarf back in the now half-demolished building sitting on the table, untouched by the explosions. Not surprised in the least that Mikasa had left it behind because if their places had been reversed, he would most likely burn it on the spot, Eren gave it back to her with a heartfelt apology after the battle, hoping that she would forgive him. She accepted both the scarf and his words, warily, a notion which he understood, and they both went on with their lives, separately. For a time at least.

After everything that happened Eren really did his best to give Mikasa space. To think about what happened. To decide if she even wants to be friends with him anymore. Immersing himself in the work given to him by Historia, who came back after giving birth to her son somehow rejuvenated by the whole ordeal, Eren had his hands full most of the time. But in those rare moments when he didn’t, he found himself thinking about her. Dreading the possibility that she would perhaps decide that he was not worth her time anymore. That the whole secret plan thing was cool and all, but he still hurt her too much to go on. And most of all, fearing that he would just wake up one day to discover that she’s gone, taking Kiyomi’s offer to return with her to Hizuru and leave everything and everyone, Eren included, behind. Thankfully, that didn’t happen. And slowly, carefully, in measured steps and small gestures, Eren and Mikasa found their way back to each other. As the city and nation around them slowly rebuilt itself from the ground, so did the two of them worked on their relationship, laying new foundations, creating the very thing that burned to the ground, same, but somehow different. They were different people now, both of them, changed by the war, their experiences, the pain, and suffering they endured, but even those two new individuals found themselves drawn to each other. The childish fondness was gone, replaced by something else, something that made Eren question what it was, unable to truly name it, until one evening when one thing led to another and he found himself spending the night in Mikasa’s room. In her bed, to be specific, with her, doing things of questionable morals but feeling so incredibly good that neither of them cared. They didn’t really talk about it after, the subject rather difficult to discuss, but as actions speak louder than words, more and more often Eren would spend the night in the newly promoted captain’s quarters, as her bed was much more comfortable than his, a perk of her rank, no doubt.

Between his day-work on rebuilding the city and the night shifts of relationship rebuilding, Eren did his best to explore and understand his new abilities. Ymir was gone, meaning that the full potential of the founding titan was his, and the possibilities seemed endless. There was so much more to it then any other of the titans, the deep connection to the whole Eldian race, Paths and everything about those, Eren didn’t understand almost any of it. But he was trying. Hard enough to get at least some measure of control over them, allowing him to remove that stupid time limit from shifters lives, that made him sleep easier at night. Another thing he practices was entering the Paths at will, and right now, to escape this meeting, that was just the thing he needed. Casually, Eren leaned forward, slowly creeping his left hand closer and closer to Mikasa’s, as he needed a direct skin to skin contact for his plan to work. Checking to see if no one was watching him, he was pleased to notice that everyone, save for Levi, was still paying their full attention to the queen, so proceeding with his desired intention, Eren continued. Mikasa finally seemed to notice the way he reached for her, turning her head slightly to raise an eyebrow at him, but luckily she didn’t move away, and he was finally able to reach her, pressing one fingertip against the warm skin of her wrist. That was enough.

Entering the Paths was always an experience of its own, the way reality disappeared around you and was replaced with an endless plain of sand, with a massive glowing crystal tree in the middle of it all, so titanic that the branches disappeared into the sky. It was not a scenery that one could forget, and it must have been even more impressive for Mikasa since she was here for the first time. And rudely abducted without any warning, mind you.

“Eren? Where are we?”, grey eyes darting left and right, she was taking the whole thing in at once, and he could only guess what was going on behind those orbs.

“Don’t panic.”, reaching out, Eren put a hand on her shoulder, trying to calm her, “We are in the…”

“Paths.”, she finished for him, “I see. Impressive.”

“How did you know?”

“A guess. You described it pretty well when you were being interrogated.”, Mikasa moved, slowly coming over to the tree, eyes full of its magnificent light. “It’s beautiful here.”

As she was out of his grasp now, Eren put his hands in his pocket, following her at a leisurely pace, feeling a bit as a kid showing off his new toy to a friend. She was the first one he took here, and maybe even the only one because there was something intimate about this as if the Paths were a part of him now, and Eren wasn’t sure if he was ready to share it with anyone else but her.

“So the founder was here?”, she asked, eyes still trained on the shining column.

“Ymir? Yes.”

“And where is she now?”

“Gone. After I took her power her body simply…dissolved into the sand.”, Eren sighed, remembering the moment, “It wasn’t her anyway, not really, the girl’s mind was long gone, what was left behind was the body and power, fueled by will. Nothing more.”

By will and Zeke’s commands, he could add, but it wasn’t easy to talk about his brother. When his plan failed, Zeke just sort of shut down, became crestfallen and wouldn’t talk to anyone. He was detained right now, somewhere below ground, and Eren was not allowed to see him, a ban that made perfect sense.

“Since the founder is here no longer, does that mean that all this is yours?”, Mikasa asked, finally tearing her gaze away from the tree to look at him.

Eren shrugged.

“I guess. No one else has come to claim it.”

“And what can you do?”

“Honestly, I have no idea.”, coming to stand next to her, he put a hand on the tree, feeling the warm rush of energy inside it, “I can travel through memories, but that’s not all. When I’m here, touching the crystal like this, I can alter things, things about us, Eldians.”

“Like removing the titan time limit?”, she suggested.

“Yes, but that’s not all. When Zeke was here, he wanted the founder to take away our ability to have children. Now when I have the power, does that mean that I can do things like that too? Make us immortal? Immune to disease? Make everyone sprout wings?”, with a laugh, Eren shook his head, taking a step back away from the crystal tree and its temptations, “I’d never guess that those would be the questions I’d be asking myself in the future. Those are things that god is supposed to be solving not me.”

Looking away from the lights, he focused his eyes on Mikasa.

“I’m no god, I’m just Eren.”

Smiling, she mirrored him, coming to stand next to him in front of the giant structure.

“So, just Eren, why did you bring me here in the first place?”

“I…uh… wanted to talk?”

“Talk?”, it was kind of obvious that she didn’t buy that, the smile that curved her lips rather mocking, “That’s it?”

“That, and the meeting was boring, so I figured we could pass the time in some other way.”

“How does it work anyway, the time here.”

“It’s irrelevant as long as we are in the Paths. I can make it flow as fast or slow as I want to for us. Or stop it entirely.”, he grinned, “Right now, it’s the same speed that the normal world, which means that every second here is a second that I won’t have to sit on that meeting.”

“You rudely pull me out of an important meeting into your own private dimension just so we can have a chat.”, Mikasa shook her head, “Sounds like someone is developing quite a god complex, no matter what he says.”

“Is that so…”, taking her hand into his, Eren pulled her closer until their bodies were pressed right against each other, looking down at her from his taller perspective, “What if I told you that maybe I had something else in mind when I brought you here.”

“Well that would be even worse,”, smirking up at him, Mikasa didn’t seem shaken by his sudden aggressiveness, “and as your direct superior I must remind you that it is fully within my power to have you punished for such indiscretion.”

“What kind of punishment do you have in mind?”

“I’ll think of something.”, she whispered, head tilting back almost automatically as the distance between their faces kept growing smaller and smaller.

“If you think that bringing you here was rude,”, Eren muttered, going in for the kill, “you’re going to hate this.”

And he kissed her.

Scarf, uniform, pants, everything was falling from them in irregular intervals, littering the endless sands of the Paths. She was so beautiful, in the ethereal light of the crystal, and when Eren told her so the blush that spread across Mikasa’s cheeks made her perfect pale skin stand out even more, although he wasn’t given much time to admire it, as she pulled him back down for another kiss. She tried to have more control over what was happening, but Eren was like a storm, and before she realized it they were both completely naked with Mikasa’s back pressed against the smooth warm crystal tree, Eren hoisting her up so she can wrap her legs around his hips. When he entered her, the moan that the penetration tore from her throat was shameful, enough that she covered her mouth with a hand, but he wouldn’t let that stand. Holding her up with one hand, a proof of his impressive strength, he gently pulled her improvised cover away, breathing heavily.

“Don’t need to be silent. We are alone here.”, his eyes were like green embers, burning into her just as his touch seemed to burn her skin, “I want to hear you.”

“Okay… Okay…”, putting her hands to work elsewhere then, she wrapped them around his neck, bringing their bodies as close together as possible, and hissing into his ear, “You want to hear me? Move then.”

And he did, he moved in slow and powerful thrusts, making her increasingly more sweaty back glide up and down on the crystal, which was pulsing with energy in sync with Eren’s movements. Somehow, the Paths were now connected to his mind and seemed to react to whatever he did. With the pulsing growing stronger and stronger, more frequent, the sky above their heads darkening, Mikasa could clearly deduce that he was close, but still her world was the first one that went white, and she rewarded Eren’s efforts with as many sounds as she could produce, since he was so keen on hearing them. And after they were both done and spent, he gently lowered her to the ground, but Mikasa’s legs gave out from under her and they ended up laying on the sand, watching the sky that was slowly brightening again. The crystal tree was also looking as tired as a tree made of crystal can look, the light inside it dim.

“You know what?”, Eren finally said, turning his head to look at her, “I don’t mind this kind of punishment.”

She grinned, swatting his shoulder, but he caught her hand, kissing the tattoo in her wrist instead.

“I feel like we horribly misused this place.”, she pointed out, “Using Paths as a safe place to fuck ..…”

Mikasa usually didn’t talk dirty, so this easy use of swearword suggested that she was still riding high on the afterglow.

“Got to say, I still prefer the bed in your quarters. I don't like sand. It's coarse and rough and irritating and it gets everywhere."

“Good thing that we are not here physically then.”, Eren offered, “Don’t have to deal with it when we get out.”

“I guess then it's about time we head out?”

“Yeah.”, squeezing her hand, Eren offered her a last grin, “Good talk.”

Returning into your body from the Paths was a bit less pleasurable. Sure, the sand didn’t carry over, but the products of her body, both sweat and the mess that she now had in her pants, did, making the last few minutes of Historia’s closing speech rather interesting. Not mentioning that Mikasa felt like she ran a few miles, and her legs were still weak. Next to her, Eren must have also arrived at a similar conclusion, but all he could offer was an apologetic shrug.

“We are not doing this again.”, she hissed his way, when the queen ended the meeting and everyone was standing up, masking her voice with the sound of scraping chairs.

“Never?”, he asked, all innocent all of a sudden.

And when she thought about it…. Yes, she had to get a change of underwear and yes, her skin was clammy, but hell, it was so worth it. So, making a decision, she leaned closer, whispering right into Eren’s ear.

“Only until the next boring meeting.”

#eremika #em #fanfic #snk #aot #prompt fill #kinda smut O_O

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metasnkpotato · 5 years

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What are your thoughts about the memory panels from 120? Do you think the memories of these people are relevant because of their circumstances ? We didn't get a single panel of erwin which makes me curious , also no hannes either ? Do you think we will be exploring these memories in the next chapters because somebody pointed out how two of the memories have already been visited; one of ymir (the shadow girl under the key panel ) and one of the soup bowl ( the same bowl was infront of baby eren)

Hello !

I’m really sorry to respond with that long long delay, there’s even a chapter being published since you’ve send this. I apologize for not being effective at answering :/

Tbh, I’m still baffled at the fact Isayama put that panel in those memories.

Everyone seems to assume it was an easter egg but would a kind of private joke came like that in the middle of the canon story, at such an important moment ? Especially since acknowledgment of Eren being able to foresee memories from the future, it’s seems like an after-time called to become actual in the end, or a kind of multiverse’s avowal, it’s enigmatic.

Besides, I think we can also relate this kind of emergence of an AU with this picture in the end of the season 3.

Schoolchildren in modern uniform, probably from the same era with those supposed Armin and Mikasa of modern high-school. It’s a scene that seems to be happening in a relatively serene and everyday context there, and nerdy Armin seems to be smiling above. So does the message conveyed is that of a kind of obtention for the future of the freedom so much desired by Eren ? Who knows, but it's hard for the moment to do anything else than disjointed assumptions (still, it’s quit enthralling).

All these memories’ circumstances, put side by side in this way, doesn’t release a guideline if you’re thinking on plot level. On one side, there are memories of Eren's life linked to affection, which make us think that his beloved ones still impact on his life as when you “open” his mind, you have 90% of that (Armin, Reiner, Annie, Jean, Sasha, Connie, Levi’s Squad, Levi, Hanji, his mom and even Falco) and only something as less than 5% of abstract representation of freedom. On other side, there are traumatic memories too (Grisha screaming, the Colossus, Eren preparing his weapon to kill Mikasa’s kidnappers, Kruger pushing Eldian on the wall...). But I think we can still feel seeing all these panels, that the sentimental and emotional theme is very present.

The only panel which give us some concrete information is Historia’s. It confirms something fandom figured out since a while, that there was a significant off-screen discussion between her and Eren. Now, if their conversation is just "Hey Historia, could you get pregnant so I’d go into Coordinate and kill your sis / all your family without MP making my all plan ruin by you eat Zeke, plz ”, no need to make all the Historia’s baby drama so enigmatic if it were so, so there’ll probably be something else that we cannot figure for the moment. The fact that there are 2 - 3 maybe panels of Kruger too confirm he still has a key role and his life might be an interesting thing to understand Eren. Especially about the closet part which we had from an internal POV, as it is maybe more than even metaphorical of Eren’s state of mind currently.

For Ymir, sorry but unless going into crack theories (even if it’s already kind of done) I cannot advance anything more.

It's not really important, but there's two things that intrigues me a lot :

It’s Zeke, right ? Eren doesn’t seem to care at all for him so why is he there ?

For the sea, the birds, the bowl (which is btw the one of the moment he remembered how he ate his father and not the one in front of baby Eren I think), the aircraft, the key... Okay symbolism with abstract landscapes or analogy’s objects isn’t something new in SnK, but why the hell is there a horse’s head right there ? Well, it probably doesn’t matter so nevermind.

It isn’t so surprising that there is no Erwin’s panel, Eren didn’t have a strong connection with him. If it were about Armin, Levi or Hanji his absence would be weird but with Eren he didn’t have any sentimental link. And for Hannes, it’s probably because there is already :

so he didn’t need an extra panel in the memories.

Thank you very much for the ask, for your interesting remarks, and again sorry for the long delay of response ! (And sorry for this answer that leaves more questions than answers actually)

#shingeki no kyojin #snk #attack on titan #AoT #shingeki no kyojin meta #snk meta #attack on titan meta #aot meta #shingeki no kyojin analysis #SNK analysis #attack on titan analysis #AoT Analysis #eren #eren yeager #Eren Jaeger #snk 120

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jujywrites · 6 years

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the saga of JujY failing at titles continues Written as part of the Veterans Secret Santa headed up by @alemanriq, a fantasy-ish AU (as always I can’t do canon settings) for @ilunefulltsinn/@cactasi! Happy Vets SS yeeeee~ I hope you like it, and that I did your fav justice!! Something I cooked up super fast after going through my prompt-stash (a certain bit of dialogue~) PS belatedly cramming in refs from this fic, plz scuse

Hange had a problem she had no idea how to solve.

What spirit, deity or species of nymph was she supposed to give thanks to for such a momentous discovery?

She was trembling so fiercely the bush she was hiding in started to rustle loudly, and anyway she couldn’t quite see, and really she should confirm the truth of what she (thought she) was seeing–

With a deep breath, she eased out of the foliage and crept to the edge of the riverbank to better see the dragon on the other side.

The tree-filtered sunlight beaming down turned the dragon’s black scales partially iridescent. It wasn’t moving, though Hange could see it breathing shallowly. It wasn’t large; a foot long at most, maybe eight inches around.

She would have to get closer to be sure.

Straight across the river she went, sturdy knee-high boots keeping the water from swamping her legs. Then, carefully, she squatted to observe the creature at her feet.

A small pair of wings– no, only one, the right one was a nub– rested along the dragon’s body. She squinted, leaning closer, looking for… yes, and there was the gold band along its back, from just below its head down to its tail.

The Gilded Onyx. So rare it was thought to be extinct. And here was a living, breathing specimen in the woods so close to home. Hange clasped her hands and gazed up at the sky in silent gratitude, then knelt beside the dragon and touched a palm to its flank only to yank it back with a hiss. No wonder it hadn’t stirred from her approach; the poor thing was much too hot. She put her hand back, breathing slowly. Not to hot to carry, then, just a momentary shock.

Getting to her feet, she bent down and scooped up the dragon as gently as possible. Even though it was unconscious it could still wake enough to lash out, and it was definitely full-grown, though a bit small for its age if her estimate was correct.

“Let’s go home,” she murmured, speaking aloud to strengthen an already-firm resolve.

****

She eschewed the traditional “I’m home” she usually trilled out so as not to disturb the armful of dragon. Levi’s shoes weren’t by the door anyway, which was good because that meant she had a chance to figure things out before he got back.

True, he’d dealt just fine with the pixie infestation in the attic– no, fairy infestation (her cousin was perpetually annoyed by her inability to tell them apart). He didn’t have any problem helping her rehabilitate those kitsune cubs last fall, either, although that had been right after he’d moved in…

She ran through the multitude of creature-related incidents as she wandered through the house in search of a cool place to put the dragon. Her research had told her that Gilded Onyxes were for the most part docile, only aggressive when defending their offspring. Or when they felt threatened. This one had allowed her to pick it up, but then again it was in a poor state… It didn’t much matter, though; she wasn’t about to dump the dragon back in the woods.

There wasn’t enough ice to fill the tub with, and besides, that would probably send the dragon into shock. Besides that, it would take too long; the dragon’s heat had begun to make her sweat when she’d been barely halfway back home, and that was definitely a bad sign.

She groaned quietly, wanting badly to tug at her hair, which her cargo prevented her from doing. “What am I going to do with… you…?”

She’d looked down while she spoke, and now her heart thudded painfully. The dragon was looking at her.

Its eyes were an icy blue, cloudy but still sharp. It gazed without blinking, and Hange felt something blaze to life in her brain so viscerally she gasped, nearly stumbling.

Most Onyxes had green or gold eyes, sometimes even black. Never blue. That thought was distant, subsumed by the maelstrom of feelings without names whirling through as she stared back, incapable of movement.

tnhgK ouMh

“What…”

thAk uouyh

“You’re welcome?” she squeaked to the faraway garbled voice in her ears.

The dragon’s eyes fell shut, and Hange jolted into movement like a switch had been flipped, the heavy emptiness of a lost connection notwithstanding. “What the hell was tha-aaat,” she singsonged under her breath before, “Don’t thank me yet, you aren’t well.”

Though she didn’t remember getting there, she found herself in the kitchen, in front of the fridge. Well.

“Well.” She opened the door and saw the bottom shelf was empty. That would do, as long as the dragon stayed coiled up. She gathered said creature up delicately and laid it on the shelf with the same care.

“It’ll be dark in here, but…” She chewed her lower lip, thinking. “You’re barely conscious right now.” With a heavy sigh she shut the door. “I’ll check on you later. Right now you’ve got to cool down.”

After a moment’s thought, she went about preparing a cup of tea.

****

The front door opened and shut when she was curled up in her favorite chair in the living room just off the kitchen, empty mug on the floor, sketchbook in her lap, pencil in hand. “Welcome back,“ she called, the twin thumps of his shoes punctuation.

“Hey,” he said when he walked in; she leaned to kiss him and he squeezed her free hand. His gaze dropped to her sketchbook and his eyebrows rose. “That’s pretty cool.”

“Huh?” She looked down too and saw a disembodied dragon head staring back. “Oh, yeah. Thanks.” Something gnawed at her, but her happiness at Levi’s presence covered the feeling over.

“Gonna get something to drink. You want anything?”

Her foot bumped into the mug, cutting off her automatic agreement. “No tha–” no no no wAIT She clamped a hand over her mouth to stifle the squawk threatening to come out. Panic glued her to the chair, and she could only sit and listen. To the fridge door opening, the clank of cans, the door closing.

Silence for several seconds. Then the fridge opened again. More silence. Fridge door shutting. Hange screaming internally all the while. With effort, she put on her best neutral face and stared down at her sketchbook.

“Hange.”

“Hmm?” She glanced up, blinking nonchalantly for good measure.

Levi stood in the doorway, glass of lemonade in hand, face betraying nothing. “Question.” His free hand rose to his shoulder, thumb pointing back to the kitchen. “Why is there a dragon in our fridge?”

I can explain, her mind yelled. “…It was hot.” She honestly couldn’t tell if he was more concerned about the dragon or its location.

“Huh.” He sipped from his glass. “Why not the bathtub, then?”

Well, you see, the state it was in called for drastic measures; Onyxes really need to have a temperature of– “You’re not angry?” she blurted.

One side of his mouth twitched. “Perplexed, yes. Hoping you have a more long-term plan in place, yes. Angry, no.” A smile briefly curved his lips. “Really, Hange, you ought to know me better by now.”

God, she loved him. “W-Well–” She bolted up from the chair and tossed her sketchbook onto the seat. “I should get him out of there anyway, I didn’t set a timer to check on him again, so.” Him?

Levi stood aside as she hurried into the kitchen; she could feel him hovering behind her as she stared down the fridge door.

“It didn’t move when I saw it,” he said. “Just looked at me.”

“L-Looked…?” Hange pulled open the door. Sure enough, the dragon had moved so that its head faced outward. Its eyes were clear and bright now; the sensation from earlier settled in to fizz at the base of her spine. “Hello, beauty,” she said softly. “Feeling better?” She reached out, ignoring Levi’s warning inhale, and placed one hand along the dragon’s body. “You must be. That’s a much better temperature. Let’s get you out before you get too cold.”

She slid both hands under as much of its body as she could hold, a delighted gasp slipping out of her as the dragon moved up around her arms to coil once along her shoulders. “Well, hello,” she exclaimed, unable to keep back laughter. “Aren’t you friendly all of a sudden,” and, “ohmigod Levi lookatthis, look!” she screeched softly, turning to him with starbeams zooming through her stomach.

His eyes were wider than she’d ever seen them. “What the hell?” he breathed, then, “Can I touch it?”

“My partner here wants to say hello,” she said to the dragon, who was now resting its head in her palm and looking at her. “Is that okay?”

Something hummed in her mind, flavored with agreement. “He said yes,” she said finally, faintly, turning to face Levi.

“How do you know that?” he said, voice low, but he held out his hand. The dragon nudged it, blinked, then very slowly traveled up his arm, across his shoulders, and back around like it had done with Hange. She watched as their gazes met and Levi went pale, a choked-off noise escaping him. Was that what she had looked like when it happened to her? What had happened to her?

“Levi,” she said gently, and two pairs of eyes settled onto her. She scrunched one hand into her hair but didn’t pull. “You’re okay.” She’d meant to ask, not state, but…

“Um. Yeah.” He shook his head, lightly, and cleared his throat. “So,” he began after several moments’ silence, “Do you th–” He stopped, looking at the dragon. “Are you hungry?” He had the same tone he’d used with those cubs; Hange’s chest felt warm.

She waited. Pulled her hand out of her hair.

“I-I–” Her heart flipped; Levi never stuttered. “I think it… uh, he. Said yes.”

The dragon turned to her, and hunger twinged at her stomach. “Yeah, he’s hungry. Come to think of it, I might be too…”

Levi made an agreeing noise.

She grabbed an apple and handed it to Levi, who asked, “What do dragons eat, anyway?”

“Depends on the species,” she said as she looked through the fridge. “My research seems to indicate that… uh.” She turned, container of strawberries in hand. “Actually, I don’t rightly know. I mean, it’s a frigging Gilded Onyx, I thought that species was extinct, I mean it could be an omnivore or a carnivore or–”

She tried to reel herself back in at the same time Levi put a hand on her shoulder. “Good place to start,” he said, nodding at the strawberries.

“They’re soft, so…” She popped a small one into her mouth, then chose another one and held it out to the dragon. “Careful, it’s pretty juicy.”

Its teeth grazed her fingers as it took the whole strawberry with one chomp.

“Guess he is hungry,” Levi said over her tiny squee. The dragon nosed into the box, eating up more whole strawberries with abandon.

“Hold this while I get a towel, he’ll be all sticky,” Hange said, giggling uncontrollably as she shoved the container at Levi. “This is amazing. Absolutely amazing!” She grabbed the first towel she saw, bigger than necessary but–

“Whoa–”

She turned to see the dragon slither to the floor and curl up.

“I didn’t do it,” Levi said, hands up in defense. “Wait, is that… steam…?”

Squinting, she took a half step closer–

–and the room filled with a cloud of smoke, her mind rattled, the room tilted–

She sucked in great gulps of air from her spot on the floor, back against the cabinets. Her heart was racing, she couldn’t see Levi… but the smoke was fading and something made her scramble to her feet.

She rubbed at her eyes even though they didn’t sting, scraped a hand through her hair. She caught sight of Levi looking gobsmacked, on the other side of… of…

Her jaw dropped. The man in front of her was so tall she had to look up to meet his gaze, a task made all the more difficult by his broad chest, powerful shoulders (his right arm missing past the elbow, she noted, matching the missing wing), and long legs that all drew her eyes like a magnet.

He was also naked, she realized, face flushing. That made looking up easier. His eyes were the same icy blue, the gold band translating to blond hair.

“H-Huuagheee,” Hange managed. She pressed her knuckles to her teeth and inhaled, distantly registering Levi’s “What the fuck.”

The man blinked slowly, then inclined his head. “Excuse me for startling you,” he said, and his sonorous voice nearly sent her right back to the floor.

Get ahold of yourself, goddamnit, her mind screeched.

“I needed energy to transform,” he continued. Then he smiled; Hange’s knees trembled. “Those strawberries were just enough.” Juice stained around his mouth. Completely inappropriate thoughts bumped around her head.

Movement in her peripheral vision. Levi had reached her side, hand to his mouth and face bright red and that was interesting. (The last time he’d looked like that she’d been wearing a tuxedo for some dumb gala they had to go to for one of his old friends, and they almost didn’t leave the house, and why was her brain heading that way right now?)

“You’re a shifter,” she forced out, moving her hand from her mouth.

“Yes. As are others of my kind.”

“Dragons in general?” Levi ventured, and she looked at him in surprise. His voice was remarkably steady given his still-flushed face. “Or just your… species?”

She sensed Levi freeze as the man’s eyes fell on him. “I do not know other dragon shifters, but the Gilded Onyx clan is comprised of them.”

Her thought process began to rumble, putting words into her mouth faster than she could talk– almost. “Then… you’re not extinct. Not extinct, in hiding! There are others like you!? Most shifters are pariahs I think, oh, you must not be from here, you’ve come such a long way, also gosh we really need to find you some clothes–”

Levi’s hand on her arm quieted her to fast breaths.

The man’s eyes were warm with amusement, and her spine tingled. “Oh. Yes. Please forgive my impropriety; it has been some time since I’ve been among other humans.”

“Um.” She thrust out the forgotten towel in her hands. “For now,” she said, ignoring another choked noise from Levi and also how her stomach swooped as she realized the towel was basically a loincloth on this guy. “My name’s Hange and this is Levi,” she half-shouted, wincing internally, “and what may we call you?”

“In this form I go by Erwin.” The man– Erwin– bowed slightly. “It is a pleasure to meet you both.” Then he took her hand and kissed it, then took Levi’s hand and did the same thing, and she was pretty sure they both made identical noises.

Erwin straightened, eyes wide, and was that a blush on his cheekbones? Hell, she was in such trouble. “Goodness, forgive me again. Old customs are difficult to forget.”

“That’s fine!” she squeaked. “Not a problem! Please don’t apologize so much!”

“Then I will thank you instead. For saving my life.”

“Of, of, of course!!” She stood a bit taller, in more familiar territory. “I couldn’t have just left you like that.”

“You certainly ended up in the right place,” Levi said, and when she looked he had one of those half-smiles that showed up when he felt comfortable. “She’s well-acquainted with all sorts of creatures.”

“That is quite fortuitous. Ah–” He swayed slightly. Hange tensed. “I’m rather thirsty.”

Levi had a full glass in hand before she’d blinked, and she watched him watch Erwin drink it down. “Maybe you’d better sit,” he said.

“Perhaps so…”

Hange pulled a chair away from the dining table as Levi brought Erwin over, raising her eyebrows (he has no pants on); Levi gave her A Look, so she kept her mouth shut.

“Do you need anything to eat?” she asked, taking the water glass for a refill.

“No, thank you,” Erwin said as he took the glass back. “I am mainly fatigued. Perhaps later.”

“I’m–” Levi’s voice cracked. With a huff, he tried again. “I’m going to find you some clothes.”

oh no don’t leave me alone with him

“Feeling a bit better?” she asked Erwin, heart jittering.

He nodded. Then his eyes moved from hers (she could breathe slightly easier), and he sipped from the glass, and he said, “I have a request to make of you.”

“Uh?” One hand went back to her hair, digging into her scalp. “O-Okay…”

He shook his head. “Both of you, I suppose.”

A heavy sigh announced Levi’s return. He had some articles from one of Hange’s fieldwork getups: a pair of cloth breeches and a cloak. “This is the best I could do,” he said to her with a shrug. “We’ll have to go shopping, I guess.”

“Much appreciated,” Erwin said.

“I’ll show you to the bathroom so you can change,” Hange said, but Erwin held up a hand.

“I must make a request,” he gave a quick smile, “before I lose my nerve.”

Hange held her breath through the brief silence.

The words came out in a rush. “May I impose on your hospitality for some time longer? That is, if you have the room. I do not yet have my bearings, so–”

“Absolutely,” Hange exclaimed at the same time Levi said, “Wait a minute.”

“We can set up the couch,” she insisted, turning to Levi. “We can’t just kick him out!”

“There isn’t enough food,” Levi said, equally insistent. “What– what if word gets out we’re harboring a shifter?”

“First, we can buy more. You’re an omnivore, right?” She looked at Erwin long enough to catch his nod, then back to Levi. “Second of all, why do you care that he’s a shifter all of a sudden and third of all, there’s no one nearby for word to travel to!” She laughed, wildness skittering in her veins. “If that’s all you’ve got you’re grasping at straws, Levi.”

She turned back to Erwin before Levi’s reddening face could affect her. “You’re staying,” she said, managing to keep the smug tone from her voice.

“As long as you’re in agreement,” he said slowly, eyes landing on Levi.

“It appears we are,” Levi said, tightly. He pushed the clothes in his arms toward Hange. “You should get dressed. Such as it is.”

“Bathroom’s this way,” Hange chirped. She waited for Erwin to stand, then started walking.

“Are you sure this is acceptable?” Erwin asked once they were out of Levi’s earshot. “I believe I will only need a day or so.”

Hange shrugged. “It’ll be fine. Day’s been kind of weird. Anyway, here we are.” She turned to him, trying and failing not to look at his right arm. “D-D-Do you need–”

“No. Thank you.” Another brief smile as he took the clothes. “It is an old injury. I’m quite used to it.” And he entered the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

Levi was still in the kitchen, in the exact same position she’d left him. He spoke at the same time she opened her mouth. “Sorry. I freaked out.”

“S’okay,” she mumbled, reaching for his hand. A question jostled its way from her throat. “You feel– felt? That… the thing??”

“It’s like someone hot-wired my brain.”

“Oh thank god,“ she sighed, tilting her head back a moment. “I thought I was–”

“–going crazy. Do you think he–”

“I don’t know. But, but, you get why I wasn’t… I’m not. Ready.”

“To let him go.” Levi’s mouth twisted into a smirk. “We’re like a pair of stalkers or something.”

“Ohmigod shut up,” she hissed, slightly hysterical giggles slipping out.

“I know, I know, it’s nothing like that.”

Something flickered in the back of her head, and she turned just in time to see Erwin enter the kitchen. Heat crept up her neck at the sight of him in her cloak and breeches; he was a great deal less distracting now, and yet. He was wearing her clothes.

“Allow me to thank you for lending me your attire,” Erwin said. If she didn’t know any better she’d swear there was a slight tease in his voice. But there wasn’t. She was being ridiculous.

Still, she could only nod. And hide a wince at the sudden vice grip Levi had on her hand.

“We’ll have to expand your wardrobe soon, though,” he said, doing quite well at hiding the tremor in his voice. “Hange goes through those things like wildfire. Always getting into scrapes.”

She snorted. “He isn’t wrong.”

“Consider me intrigued,” Erwin said, and okay he was definitely smirking now; Levi’s hand went slack and she heard him inhale shakily. “I would enjoy hearing about your escapades, should you have time.”

“I’d be happy to,” and her voice was breathless and she wanted to slap herself.

She glanced at Levi and cracked a smile.

Whatever lay ahead of them, one thing was certain: she’d have to conduct some up-close and personal research.

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whyiloverivamika · 7 years

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I know most of people are excited about the new appearences of the main cast but for me, i feel a bit worry =((( im afraid levi looks old and grows beard =(( and i feel like if levi getting older, it's harder to ship mikasa x levi eventhough i love them soo much =(( can you plz help me out

Hmm. I gave up any hope of seeing the Wall Squad any time soon after the fifth consecutive Marley chapter so at this point, I’m going to be happy with anything we’ll get regarding them. But that’s just me.

Anyway, as for Levi looking old and growing a beard. Well, as someone who just turned 31 this week, let me say I don’t consider people in their thirties to be *that* old. Since we don’t know his exact age, he could be anywhere from 34 to 39 after the time skip. Ackermans seem to have pretty good genetics to begin with:

If we take Kenny to be in his mid-twenties here, then his grandfather can be anywhere from his mid-sixties to mid-eighties (closer to eighties as he’s from the first generation born after the Walls went up) and aside from the wrinkles, he doesn’t look particularly old.

So I think it’s a reasonable assumption to make that Levi will still look very similar to what he looked like before the time skip.

As for the beard, I don’t see a reason for him to grow one. It could possibly be a disguise if they are infiltrating Marley but honestly? If there ever was a chance to give Levi facial hair, it had been during the Uprising arc when they were on the run and the chances for personal grooming were few and far between. And as Isayama didn’t do it then, I don’t think he’s going to do it now.

Also, Levi getting older means that Mikasa is getting older, too. Whether their age gap is 10 or 15 or even 20 years, that number will lose significance the older they get. A 40-year old Levi and 25-year old Mikasa i.e. is an age gap that is quite manageable and acceptable by our world’s standards.

I always maintained the position that while the age gap between the two of them should be taken into account, it would be nonsensical to reduce everything about their relationship to just one fact and number. Look at how they are interacting in canon, how they treat each other and whether or not their difference in age affect how they behave. I guarantee you will find a lot of examples of Levi and Mikasa being positive influences on each other, acting like equals and having a lot of respect for each other.

Well, I don’t know if any of this helped, I certainly hope so. As for how I approach each new chapter: Hope for the best, prepare for the worst.

And a more personal one: Never going to be as terrible as the Eclipse arc in Berserk.

#rivamika #why I love rivamika #speculation #age gap discussion #manga spoilers #you have no idea how tempted I was to make a joke about Levi's beard #tramanhh7

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julystorms · 7 years

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Rico Brzenska

Why I like them

Female. Officer. Badass but not a stone-cold bitch stereotype, which was kind of my fear when she was introduced to the series.

Why I don’t

I don’t really have a reason to dislike her; I do, however, hate the fact that she was introduced essentially to shed tears over the loss of her peers/coworkers/subordinates because Eren pulled through and she didn’t mistakenly place her faith in him…and then instantly dropped off the radar. Yeah, no, a couple of scenes showing her being a badass don’t really count for, you know, including her as a part of the story. By this point, even Nile has had more lines.

Favorite episode (scene if movie)

She barely appears so I guess I’ll go with the scene where she really lays it hard on Eren that those soldiers are dying in the hopes that he’ll do his part. It’s kind of awful of her to lay that burden on a little 15-year-old boy who is scared and confused, but I think she believes he needs that kind of backhanded encouragement to do his best right then. Her instinct isn’t really misguided. It was better that he go into the whole scheme knowing the stakes than to not realize until afterward.

Favorite season/movie

First.

Favorite line

“Everyone…didn’t die in vain…”

Favorite outfit

N/A

OTP

There aren’t many options so I’ll go with Ian. They had an interesting relationship.

Brotp

I don’t have one but I do wish we could see her interacting with Hange (or maybe Nanaba).

Head Canon

If she drank coffee it’d be black. No sugar. Nothin’.

Unpopular opinion

I hate (HATE HATE) that Eren pretty much instantly forgot about Ian and Mitabi as soon as they died. Yeah, he didn’t know them but that was an intense few hours before they died and I find it hard to believe he’d be able to shrug it off. He feels guilty about so many other things, including Levi’s Special Ops Squad’s demise, that I think he should have also been remembering that he wasn’t fast enough/good enough/strong enough before, too, and there’s a second Bad Thing that’s happened because of it. (To clarify, I don’t think he should feel guilty; I just think that he would. It seems to be in his nature.)

A wish

PLEAse GIVe her MORE APPEARaNCes iN THE MANGA???? plz.

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen

do NOT kill her, Isayama! DO NOT. Let ONE female stay in a somewhat reasonable position of power without KILLING THEM OFF.

5 words to best describe them

Loyal, by-the-books, straight-edged, intelligent, blunt

My nickname for them

I don’t nickname most characters lol.

#i like rico a lot!#meme responses #badboykirschtein #replies to friends #rico brzenska

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ackbang · 7 years

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Just want to stop by and say ur amazing! Thanks for defending Eruri, it's nothing with unleashing opinion to correcting the wrongs. That abusive statement is totally wrong, confirmed by isayam's lastest guidebooks and interviews

it’s not to say i can’t see where the conception comes from. and if personal experiences and interpretations make somebody feel like that relationship is abusive, then so be it.

but besides the interviews and guidebooks, the truth of their relationship is written right in the panels of the manga. snk has been a wild ride because i am constantly reading people’s opinions on characters, relationships, and storylines–and my outlook on certain things have changed drastically since first reading the manga.

i’ve needed to read a lot to convince myself that some elements of eruri aren’t unhealthy. but even if some remain, that doesn’t make it bad. it makes it real. and that’s one of the things i love most about eruri is how real they are.

they’re a story about strife that comes together to respect, grow to trust, and in the end, there is definitely love.

you do have to “read between the lines” sometimes, but that’s part of analyzing and interpreting any kind of literature. levi and erwin, in canon, are very rigid and emotionally compromised characters. it’s hard to put a finger on them sometimes.

but again, that’s what makes them real.

i ship them. i ship them really hard, obviously. but the best thing about them is their bond–and no matter what–it’s there.

their first encounter, their first few months together, which i realize is where this discussion was focused on to begin with, is not perfect. it is complicated. it is morally fucked on both sides. but i do not believe that makes it abusive.

but i’m also just an asshole on the internet so plz ignore me.

#eruri #erwin smith #levi ackerman #snk #aot

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Desperately Seeking: Various Anime Roleplayers!

Hello everyone! My name is Tovah and I’m currently searching for anime roleplay partners, whom can use canon characters for both F/M AND M/M roles! (Darn you, YouTube MEPs!) Read on to see how I accept OCs.

-I’m in various anime fandoms, from Owari No Seraph, Blue Exorcist, and Tokyo Ghoul to Assassination Classroom, Attack on Titan, and many others in the list I’ve seen! So any main characters from the anime I will list are recommended! (OCs are usually a restriction, BUT, personality manipulation is gladly welcome. Meaning you can modify a canon character if need be.)

The following is what I’ve seen, and I’ll include video games as well because screw it, I’ll also be putting my favorite characters down from each series and small requirements.

List Of Anime Seen:

Naruto (Naruto Uzumaki, Original/Shippuden Version, uncontrolled Kyuubi), Attack on Titan (Eren Jaeger and Levi Ackerman, semi-yandere personalities.), Boku No Hero Academia (Izuku, Todoroki, and Bakugou. Normal personalities are fine.), Tokyo Ghoul (Kaneki/Haise dADDY-), Angel Beats (Anyone tbh. The story probably will only be clean.), Charlotte (The OP af MC before or after losing his memory.), Blue Exorcist (Rin Okumura, yandere-ish personality), Noragami (Anyone is allowed, this will most likely be a clean or fighting roleplay.), Mirai Nikki (Akise. Give me that Akise for a yaoi rp-), Devil Is A Part-Timer (For once I like Satan and Lucifer.), Danganronpa (Anything but yiffing the bear), Vampire Knight (All of the Vampires, duh?), Black Butler (-Intro ironically plays- Sebastian… and Alois.), Deadman Wonderland (This will most likely be OC specific, if not, Crow is great.), Parasyte (I’m tempted to say OC-specific… But I really don’t know.), Elfen Lied (… Death.), Owari no Seraph (Like vampire knight, ALL THE VAMPIRES PLZ?! Yaoi and straight pairing accepted. uwu), Sword Art Online (Kirito/Kazuto. Yes. Good stuff. Rest in chapter 16.5), Durarara! (IZAYAAAAAAAA-kun.), Assassination Classroom (Sadistic red- head bastard, aka Karma.), Diabolik Lovers (Do I have to explain my love and thirst for vampires? I will fucking die if all the brothers are played. Doesn’t have to be at the same time, you can easily switch off. Just. Fuck).

Video Games Played:

Skyrim, Kingdom Hearts (All games have been played. I’ll accept only Riku, Vanitas, or Young Xehanorty however. No, that’s not a misspell.), Final Fantasy X-X2 (Tbh, I don’t see anyone I’d like. Especially not Tidus who laughs like a crow.), Final Fantasy XV (NOCTIS X ARDEN THO, GIVE ME ALL THE YA O I-), Persona 3-5. (dAdachi and nasty crime boy though. Rip Door-kun.) Mostly all Horror Games as well. … Don’t think of a scenario with that.

Onto what I want from my partners, roleplay/character wise!

-The type of base canon character (especially OC) I’m looking for are either the protagonist, antagonist, or the important side characters. Personality wise, I’m looking for dominant and possibly yandere, or obsessive/possessive. (you’ll make me very, very happy!)

-My paragraph formats can highly range from three to seven, depending on how well the story is. But there will be long delays if it’s dealing with long replies, as I have trouble usually putting my thoughts out onto writing. So please be patient~

-Since I’ve been a writer for about ten years now, I’m always looking for long term stories, but if it’s short term, I don’t mind as long the ideas continue on in one-shot like stories. But know that I’m not a fan of short-term then you leave right after. Don’t.

-The genres I prefer to write are a mixture of modern as well as fantasy (because of my demon OC) which is what I usually pair together. Alongside that, I can incorporate horror along with action and adventure. As well as NSFW themes, which are a want more than a need in the story. I love torturing my OC with it though.

-Dealing with pairing characters, I ALWAYS ship my Original Character with the canon character of my favorite anime. I’m not a fan of OC/OC pairing because of how unstable people make their OCs. From being incomplete, to having no bio/backstory or even a reference. That’s why I hate making posts to get them as well. Because 90% of the time I’m basically asked to create their character for them. Like, no, I made all seven of my characters by myself. It’s easy to do it, just take pieces of your personality or a character you like. Then again, I’ve been in the roleplay business for a long while now.

(Ex: Kaneki Ken x Wolf, my own character. *Dies Happily If Someone Plays As Him*)

Now, here are more important limits and wants from my partners, a bit non-character specific now:

•I would really like my partners to look over everything I put down, because this information will drive practically the whole roleplay and even conversation.

•I don’t want my partners to ignore me for days or never reply at all due to boredness or something, even if it’s due to personal issues. Tell me. In return, I always put in my name if I’m available or not as many people message me, so please respect that. If you don’t see my name change any I haven’t replied, I might’ve reset my kik and am waiting for you to send me a message, I’m asleep, or my anxiety and depression are acting up.

•I do NOT want SUBS. Submissives. Littles. Femboys. Whatever name you call yourself, I. Am. Not. A Dom. I am prey, I am a submissive, I am a little. A kitten even! And just because I have male characters doesn’t mean they’re dominant (or a type of dominant that you’d want. Unless you’re into guro and cannibalism or detailed vore), they are all submissive! If you message me despite this, I will block you or just flat out ignore you.

•I do not want seducers, I want forcers. Meaning, if you think my character is just going to come to you, you’re dead wrong. She is not a Succubus, though many see her to be that creature for some reason, which I don’t understand. She’s a runner/prey, a teaser, not a predator or trickster. Not to mention, it’s boring for a first encounter to have the male wanting to be teased, at least until my character is claimed fully. By ‘claimed fully’, I mean quite a few paragraphs into the story before I’m even comfortable with that.

•I do not want heavy abuse or death. A friend of mine recently did a guro roleplay with me. It was disgusting and I don’t ever want to put my character through that much pain and suffering. Despite my character being in the category of ‘Badass Uke’ (via the real SemeUke quiz), I do not want them to bleed or anything like that. Bruises and some blood from bites are fine, but limbs getting cut off is too much. Whips are a limit as well.

•I am looking for doms, masters, and those who are on that level. (Also character’s who have a gentle, but firm/strict hand of a dominant lover)

•I am usually 80% looking for sexual partners in my posts, but I always want story in the roleplay. If there isn’t any story, I’m out.

•I would also like acceptance with my character, whom is a demon hybrid. I have others, but due to not having a completed story nor art for them as a reference, I’d rather not play as them. If you call my character trash, which is absolutely disgusting of one to do but it happened, you’ll be blocked right away. Don’t be that piece of shit.

My username is theofficialtovah, on kik. I have other ways of contact, however I’d like it if you message me on kik since I’m more comfortable there. If you want other forms of contact, please pm me on here @wolf-the-trickster

Now that most is said and done, I will be waiting for anime partners to roleplay with! Hope to hear from you all soon, I’ll message my character’s info, reference image, as well as other unsaid requirements/information. (Such as character’s kinks.)

Thanks!!!

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