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theysangastheyslew · 2 months
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I love the postwar tea shop concept the same as everyone but I think I enjoy this idea just as much ♥️
AU below the cut so carry on if that's not your jam :3
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Bonus because why not:
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Had a mighty need for canon Mama's Boy™ Levi Ackerman to hear someone say Kuchel would have been proud of him 😭
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agusrkive · 4 months
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l lose my mind when I think of you, even more with the idea of you and me together.
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in which Levi meets you again after the rumbling and for the first time, he thinks fate is finally on his side.
you’re the mysterious woman that he met during his time in liberio, although it was a small and single encounter, you awoken something deep inside him that never in his life he thought he would feel for anyone.
During the rumbling, there wasn’t really space left for anything else to think of with all the chaos happening around him—- but surprisingly your pretty face appeared in his mind and he felt a tiny pang in his chest. it’s not like we’re gonna meet again anyway, he thought at that time.
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soon.
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beautyisinkonpaper · 12 days
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Reijean Smut Headcanons
this is a VERY 18+ post, MINORS DO NOT READ OR INTERACT!!!!
all takes place post-rumbling, established relationship
jean tops for the first time, very slow and soft, full of feeling. reiner sees stars when jean cums inside, spilling all over his own abdomen and chest. jean kisses his way up reiner's body, licking and sucking him clean. they make out for a bit in bed, until the hilarity of it all causes them both to start giggling
the second time, jean starts off riding reiner, being an absolute tease, slowly raising and lowering until reiner gives into his indulgences and turns them over, fucking jean hard. it's here that reiner's obsession with jean's noises starts, because jean whimpers in a way that makes reiner go feral
the third time, jean uses that to his advantage, moaning filthily so reiner fucks him rough and deep.
the fourth time, reiner asks very shyly if jean can top him again. jean's holding himself back, and reiner can tell, so he pulls jean down into a wet open mouth kiss and slides their tongues together. "fuck me like you mean it," reiner says, and jean does.
if jean's the type to make lewd sounds during sex, reiner's a talker. he loves dirty talk, feeding into jean's ego by complimenting him, and describing all the nasty things he loves doing to jean. when he's on the bottom, he turns into an incoherent babbling mess of a man, and jean delights in the knowledge that he's the one doing this to reiner.
reiner chokes on his coffee the first time jean calls him a good boy, as a joke. it gets incorporated into sex shortly after.
the only time they stop in the middle of sex is when reiner's on his knees giving jean a blowjob, and jokes "i've had a gun in my mouth before, this is much more pleasant," when he comes up for air. Jean stops them right there because he's so worried about reiner. he makes them warm tea and reiner cries telling the story.
They have a lot of soft sex too, once the initial thrill calms down. That's not to say the wild rough-fucking goes away. they both decide very certainly that they would like to live somewhere without neighbors, so reiner can make jean scream.
reiner admits to having a little bit of a pain kink, one day, but jean outright refuses to do anything to hurt reiner, even if it's consensual. reiner melts at that, still overwhelmed by the idea of jean caring about him, and tells jean he loves him so many times they both lose count.
when they do move into that farmhouse, reiner wastes no time getting jean's clothes off and pounding him into the bed. they fall right back into honeymoon phase, having sex once a day at the least, reiner encouraging jean to make as much noise as he wants.
they both find the other's strength very attractive, but jean especially loved being manhandled. his favorite activity is teasing reiner until he loses control, dropping whatever he's doing to fuck jean.
when jean's wants to top, he tilts reiner's head up. They only have a few centimeters height difference, but jean uses it to his advantage.
when reiner wants to top, he pulls on jean's hair and bites at his throat. jean loves how hickeys look on his skin, and he'll flaunt them by wearing very low cut tops (resulting in more marks).
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giuliadrawsstuff · 6 months
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I just had to re-draw this peaceful post Rumbling moment.
Levi got the peace he deserved, they're all together planting trees where Hange and so many others died, building life from death. And Gabi trying to grab the mug, like Levi, adorable.
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dba-92 · 4 months
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Post Canon Reiner Lore
The ambassadors who stopped the rumbling naturally were given an invite to a wildlife sanctuary in Marley, a sanctuary who need some aid because of the state of the trampled savannahs because of the rumbling.
One notable Animal was an Orphan baby Rhino, Little Reiner, the sanctuary named him after the last inheritor of the Armored titan.
That baby Rhino absolutely adored his namesake. Little Reiner the Rhino followed Ambassador Braun across the sanctuary like a shadow. Pieck and Connie tried to spend time with the little guy but that rhino only ever had eyes for his namesake!
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sunbadger · 3 days
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wheelchair practice with Levi objects in general is one of my weak spots in drawing so its a bit difficult to comprehend all the shapes and different angles, but i'll try to get good at it (but tbh the tie grab pose may be worse than any object ive drawn in my life)
reference 1: here image 2 is inspired by this picture
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elmundodeflor · 6 months
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The Tale Of The Butterflies - Now Out on AO3
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"This goes out to my grandma
Who fell with the April breeze
And just like the autumn leaves
I hope she grows back to me
When butterflies migrate on to spring."
Grass creaks under their boots as they walk. It’s their one day-off, and Hanji had insisted on them going out the walls to explore.
“C´mon! It’ll be fun!”, they’d said. And Levi, though reluctant, had accepted in the end. He had thought about using the spare time to clean around headquarters. But the weather was too nice to waste. Besides, they had already fixed a cleaning-day a few weeks prior. A little sun wouldn’t hurt him much.
He sighs, stares at the clearing before him. It’s early spring, and the first-born sprouts begin to poke from the trees; branches dotted by shy specs of green. It’s a wonderful sight, he has to admit. Light seeps through the leaves, paints the fields of cellophane gold. And he thinks, he’s quite glad Hanji had dragged him out for a walk, after all. Even when, by walk, he means listening to their rambles or getting his clothes dirty.
“Look!”, he hears them call. They are pointing at a rare flower, lost somewhere in a midst of wood and brown. A butterfly floats around its petals; its wings fragile, fluttering in see-through yellow. “Isn’t this beautiful?”
Levi hums. Hanji had taken him discover the pretty to the world. The sparkle that laid in common-detail, so often invisible to the eye. He had a much more different stance at life before he met them, he tells himself. The Underground was harsh, and cold, and ruthless. And so, he thought he could only seek survival, then.
“It’s still a bug.”, he huffs. His voice is rather soft, despite the rough tone.
Hanji laughs at him, as if their fingers had caught the sweet within his words.
“I've never told you about butterflies, haven’t I?”, they ask; arms crossed over their chest. The afternoon light splatters over brown hair. Has turned their glasses into a stained kaleidoscope. “Come, quick! Get over here!”
Levi shakes his head, but does so, anyways. Truth is, they had shown him the colors of the wild, helped him understand rain and stars. It made him feel like he belonged, somehow. Like he could always find rainbows hidden in a universe that had unraveled to black and white.
"What is it?"
Hanji extends a finger. The butterfly has perched upon it, foolishly mistaken it for a flower petal. It makes them giggle; how its tiny legs trickle their skin. How Levi gives them a knowing stare, wide-eyed and curious.
“These babies”, they tell him, as they lift their hand up. “Only live for a single day.”
Levi frowns. His mouth parts open: an expression of sheer innocence. It’s almost as if he’s just starting to grow, like leaves that crawl from the mud. He doesn’t quite understand, yet, the way some things work. And he takes a guess, even if just to entertain the idea, that it’s nice to be a little bit naive, still.
“I call bullshit.”, he grunts. The butterfly sits in quiet; its wings shimmering under the timid rays of dusk. How could something so complex fade away so quickly?
Hanji laughs, louder this time.
“It’s true!”, they try to defend themselves. Their smile is warm and kind, wider than the open fields. “They start as caterpillars, first.”, they explain, though rather careful. “Then, they go through a transition process known as metamorphosis.”
Levi says nothing for a while, drinks in every trace of sunlight. He can’t help but think that they sound like an expert, indeed. That it’s just like they’ve spent their whole lives searching for answers to the mysteries of nature.
He looks at the butterfly first, and at Hanji, after. They’re holding their finger up to their nose, so near they’ve turned crossed-eyed and dizzy. He figures, probably, there’s tenderness about the ways they have for exploring. That his soul is left exposed at the sight of them: skewed glasses, clothes speckled.
“Ah, well…!”, he hears them speak again. “I just find it so incredible! A few months in and ta-da! They completely change forms.”
He scoffs. It seemed gross, in all honesty. But that, he wouldn't say. Hanji most likely knew already, anyways.
“All that and just to die within a day, huh...?”, he sighs, disappointed.
Hanji nods, and takes his hand into theirs for a moment. There’s a thin layer of dust that’s collected underneath their nails. A warm splotch of sweat that peppers over their palms, too.
Still, Levi doesn’t care.
"Super unfair, if you ask me.", he watches them shrug, ever so carefree. The butterfly's fumbled from their finger onto his, made a home out of his embrace. And he feels as though time has stopped, right there and then. Like he's cradling a daydream too good to be true. "So, pay attention, alright? We're probably never gonna see this again!"
He catches his breath. The butterfly spreads its wings, shows them every hue of golden and yellow. It's fascinating, he thinks, as he brings it up close to his face. He'd been told, the world was supposed to be one filled with despair. An irregular battlefield, where love could only come at the cost of loss.
Yet, he notices, there's a beauty that remains precious, even in the simple. Some kind of wonder that stays in moments of quiet: the fading sunsets, the blink of an eye. Hanji goes on adventures, smiles with their heart light. And he finds that it's contagious, really. That passion of theirs. That they can let joy bloom in places others had planted with sorrow.
How do they do it?
“I don’t get it.”, he complains. And they let out a giggle: a sound that drifts away with the breeze.
“You don’t have to, Levi.”, they tell him. The traces of their voice hang loose around the edges; his name a soft whisper on their lips. “To be frank, I don’t quite get it myself, either…”
He remains quiet for a minute, takes in the perfume that lingers in the air. A smile of his own has blossomed on his mouth, shy as wildflowers that push above-ground. He's aware of how stubborn he can be. How he can seem cool and unfazed, at times. Still, he decides that, maybe, Hanji can be right, if only just for now. That there’s some kind of comfort in sharing himself with someone who simply understands.
He exhales, and looks up at the butterfly: the way it floats off to the afternoon. It appears to him, somehow, the meadows feel emptier now that it’s gone. Yet, he’s certain, there’s not much he can do about what’s finite, after all.
Some things are meant to slip beyond one’s line of comprehension, anyways.
"I think we should start heading back.", he offers, as he gets up to sweep the mud that’s on his pants. The sun’s about to set, and all he really wishes for is a long, hot shower before dinner.
Hanji grazes him another smile, and helps themselves off the floor, as well.
“Then admit that you had fun, at least!”, they tease. And Levi figures, perhaps, to them happiness can be only but a butterfly, in the end. The brittle that's in beauty. The fleeting one yearns to keep from the sweet betrayals of time.
He huffs and turns around to stare at them, still walking a few steps behind. He did have a wonderful day, indeed. But that, he wouldn't say. Hanji most likely knew already, anyways.
"Don’t be stupid.", he goes, instead. And they laugh in response, loud, and wild, and clear. “We’re gonna be late for tea.”
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startersketch · 4 months
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Here’s a post rumbling headcanon that I just thought of slightly inspired by one of @annawayne’s fics but Pieck and Armin bond over their favourite books together and had recently come across a book series they fangirl over, and after a while Connie joins in the mix of the series and sometimes joins in with Armin and Pieck’s meetings but Connie hasn’t gotten as far as them into the book series so they have to resist every time to reveal a spoiler of the book until Connie catches up.
I’d also imagine the others would be confused since they’ve never seen Connie get excited over a book.
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beembeem · 2 months
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some headcanons for Keith shadis and his s/o / wife in au au where he survived the rumbling?
I can try! I've never written headcanons before, so please dont flame me too hard if i get a few things wrong! (Tw:mentions of suicide)
Thank you for the ask anon but I definitely went way too far and wrote a fic instead of just headcanons (*´∀`) my next post will probably be headcanons about post rumbling shadis and his wife ah! The thought of them have me giggling and kicking my feet! I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!
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The minute keith stepped foot in your shared home, he collapsed. He was exhausted, stressed, and overwhelmed, and once he closed the front door, those feelings crashed into him all at once.
Thankfully, his house was on the countryside of Wall Rose and didn't fall victim to the attacks of the pure Titans. The colossal titans were another story. The rumbling shook his home and left the inside in shambles. Dirt from potted plants were scattered on the floor, doors were barely hanging on to their hinges, and his wife was nowhere to be found. That's what really made him panic.
With everything that just happened, keith wasn't sure what he'd do with his wife missing, or even worse. 'Was she in town when the pure titans transformed? I would've seen her, right?' 'Was the house raided? Did the raiders take her?' A million thoughts raced through Keith's head, and he could feel his breathing becoming more and more erratic. "Y-y/n!" He yelled, his voice shaking, and he felt as though he'd pass out.
Suddenly, the door to the garden swung open, and y/n walked in with a basket of vegetables. "Can I help yo -" Once her eyes met Keith's, y/n dropped her basket and ran to give keith a hug, "I thought you'd never come back!" Y/n sobbed loudly her arms squeezing Keith's body tightly, "I tried my hardest to come back to you, I'm sorry it took this long" He squeezed his wife back, the panic from earlier slowly washing away. Y/n broke the embrace and cupped Keith's face examining the scar on his left cheek, "a-are you alright?! What happened? Are you hurt? I thought I'd never see you again!' Y/n sobbed before hugging keith again, even tighter than before.
"I'm so glad you're alright!" He said before kissing y/n's forehead, y/n at keith, tears still falling from her eyes. "we should probably get off the floor" keith snorted before taking y/ns hand and helping her up.
"What happened?" Y/n asked as she led keith to the couch to sit down. "After the rumbling began, I saw a few of my old cadets at the docks. When I got there, they were already on a boat out, and the yeagerists boat was about to push off. There was a man there named Theo magath, me and the man decided to blow up a yeagerist boat from the inside. Before we blew it up the man asked if I had any family to go back to" keith readjusted in his seat and took a slow breath " I told him I had the prettiest wife back home, but that she'd find someone better once I was gone. 'And if she doesn't? Then what' that's what the man asked me. I looked him in the eyes and told him that I wouldn't know what to do with myself if that happened. So he told me to leave. And that he would take care of the rest." When keith was finished telling his story, y/n stared at him in disbelief."I don't know what to say." y/ns eyes filled with tears again. "y-you were seriously going to kill yourself!?" She yelled,"and leave me alone?" Tears fell from her eyes, and keith moved to console her."dont do that ever again, keith shadis!" She sobbed before hugging him.
"How could I ever find someone better than you?"
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oxygenbefore1775 · 10 months
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I've been thinking about it and
I have a feeling that the Yeagerists would erect statues in honor of Eren across all of Paradis. But wouldn't be the image of Eren in his human form but in a form of Attack/Founding Titan, something kitsch-y, with no soul behind its precious eyes
Because all they would care about would be the Devil of Paradis, a symbol of their salvation, and not the actual person behind it
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youremy-celebrity · 1 year
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even if your everything fades away, losing its shape, it remains alive within me for eternity - levi ackerman
levi reminisces amidst the noise of his thoughts and the black tea in his cup
a winter story
warnings: spoilers for aot manga ending, light angst, mentions of insomnia and ptsd (kinda), mentions of war and loss
levi stared out the open french window, his thoughts were quiet for once, the rare moment of peace and solace unwelcomed. the lousy beige curtains that do nothing to block out the sun ("they're for aesthetics, levi, just hang them up.") flapped aimlessly as the wind breezed into the small room, allowing him the occasional glimpse of the bright blue beyond.
through his years of living, levi learned that nothing lasts. even the sky, blue as the atmosphere may be far out in space, changed too much around him. it got dark and rainy, cloudlessly hot and blistering, covered in green smoke that filled his lungs and made him cough pigments for days, and worst of all it got crowded with white hot steam that he could feel burning onto his skin.
he blinked, and suddenly it wasn't quiet anymore.
levi averted his gaze to the cup of tea he held, neglected for who knows how long, no longer steaming, just barely lukewarm.
he rised from the chair to pour himself a fresh cup, glancing around the life of luxury he could never have imagined living in. the dull throb in his leg seemed amplified today.
the last time he saw his comrades had been years prior, and even then they had been a blur, fogged, all steamed up like the sky was that day.
he had no doubt that as he kept living, he would only continue to forget. time was a construct levi struggled to have a positive relationship with. he had definitely outlived his dues, and yet here he was feeling every year, every month, every day and every second that went by.
and unfortunately, time never healed, unlike the bullshit saying he was always offered as comfort.
time had only made it worse for levi to remember, and to live.
in a desperate attempt to justify keeping the life his soldiers had saved, he vowed to live not for himself but for those who would undoubtedly be forgotten. he had to keep the hearts they'd dedicated. he had to keep remembering.
and so as much as he wished his thoughts would quiet, that nights he begged the death grip his memories held on him to put him to sleep, and days where the ghost of his pain was beyond unbearable would go away, he never wished to forget.
he knew this was the only way he was capable of preserving them.
thus he settled himself back into the same chair he could always be found in, near the french windows with its stupidly useless beige curtains, and kept staring into the sky. watching as it changed, gloomy, rainy, hot and blistering, and never again filled with smoke or steam. allowing himself to drown in recollected echoes of war, his tea forgotten, levi reminisces.
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moonspirit · 1 year
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Just realised I never posted any of my recent fics on Tumblr.
AruAni, post-rumbling, post-canon, on Fort Salta.
Summary: Fort Salta is unforgiving and harsh, in more ways than one. But right now, there is a very serious problem.
They need to bathe.
In which Armin and Annie find themselves discovering how to navigate some of the terrifying new experiences that come with being in love.
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bloomwinxstuff · 1 year
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[Jeankasa fics/AO3]
This is so worth it to read,,, I don't even know spanish and i am really using a translation from the web to read this and turned out.... the story is so wonderful! I had a mixed feelings when i read this. Chapter 11 made me tear up so much🥲 and there's still have 9 chapters left! Hashtag post-rumbling jeankasa, because post-rumbling jeankasa is everything.
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beautyisinkonpaper · 6 days
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sad thought: one day gabi finds a sketch jean did of sasha, him and connie... she thinks it's a drawing of her.
or jean trying to draw sasha, but it's kinda vague because he can't totally remember what sasha looks like, which just breaks his heart, and later that day he sees gabi and thinks "oh..."
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giuliadrawsstuff · 6 months
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Post-Rumbling cuddles.
Reference here.
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phantommaws · 7 months
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First chapter uploaded
Man, I forgot how fun it is to write fanfic. It’s so refreshing to be able to write for a new fandom after producing work for the same one for over ten years. I’m actually really proud of this first chapter. It’s already got a Kudos on AO3.
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