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I imagine Annie doing dirty jokes to Armin while having conversations. Why? Idk, ask hitch, her fault, she influenced Annie in the bad way. Like, let’s imagine he just teases her:

Armin- You know, you’re pretty short

Annie- then put some inches in me

Armin- what-?

Annie- Yours, preferably

Armin- EXCUSE me?

Annie- Nothing

Things similar to this at least

KAPSJAYSIKSLSÆPPAKSUSUWJAÅ

Anoooonnn xD!!!!!

THO YOU'RE RIGHT!!! In the early days of their relationship Armin is set into believing that he's the one with the dirty jokes (because he has suuuuuch a big vocabulary he comes up with filthy words a normal person would never have heard) and it's all well and good because Annie's shyyy and she blushes easilyyy and he enjoys the light slaps she lands on his mouth when he affectionately drops some dirty joke that is so bad it's good xD

UNTIL.

Annie løses her shyness as time passes and becomes comfortable enough to shoot all of those dirty jokes back - with twice the effectiveness. Because girl has a SHORT vocabulary and a brilliant poker face and maaaannnnn she's never enjoyed seeing a man in an apron frying eggs turn crimson in the face after telling him "to put some inches in her"

It's over for him from that point. He can't win. Losing streak. RIP.

(good for her tho 😌)

did anyone else during their first watch of aot just automatically assume that reiner and bertholdt were a pre-established couple because of how they were literally always together or was that just me

ship of theseus

with titan regeneration, at what point is the shifter no longer the person they once were?

have eren's cheeks been ripped of their flesh and regrown so many times that they have never once been held by his mother?

has reiner cut his palms so many times that the skin on them has never touched bertholdt?

do porco's hands remember being held by his late brother?

is armin even the boy he was before shiganshina?

but it isn't all bad. the regeneration heals more than just physical wounds

annie has only ever been held by her father in a comforting way, since she's no longer the little girl he pushed too hard

zeke, at the time of his death, had never been violated by marley. his hands were not the ones forced to activate the rumbling.

reibert x sanrio ⭐❤️

happy days <3

I can’t believe this is the fourth year that I grow up alongside you ! 🤯 What’s the next step of this travel, Bertolt Hoover ? … I’m ready, as long as it’s always with you ! 🎆💫

I noticed the blue did its entrance in my color palet this year 🤭 !… oh, and if you’re curious to go back in the past (2023, 2022 & 2021) 🔥 :

dear bertholdt.

Summary: Reiner left his overcoat in preparation for a meeting and asked Annie to get it from his room. Begrudgingly, she agreed. Though she immediately regrets it when a box of letters falls from the top shelf. Maybe regret isn’t all there is. She found something more.

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CW: angst, canon compliant (so major characters death,, Bertholdt is dead<3), rba centric, can be read as romantic or platonic reibert but reibert nonetheless

Takes place post-timeskip (the second one, post-war), a few years into settling into ambassador life.

Apologies for any ooc, I don’t think I’ve ever written a fic in Annie’s perspective/focus,, I also haven’t written on her before and also haven’t written and posted in general for forever

(This was meant to be a comic and is so clear in my mind but I don’t have the time nor talent to execute it 😔)

Happy Birthday Bertholdt can’t believe ur dead ♥️

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Reiner told her to get his coat. What that asshole didn’t tell her was how ridiculously high his coat hangers were. It shouldn’t have loomed over her the way it did. It was almost taunting, mocking her with its impossible height. They had probably raised Reiner’s closet bar for his big, hulking self and possibly lowered hers as some sort of unspoken courtesy. Annie sighed deeply, already regretting being here. Sure, tell the short girl to get your big ass coat from your tall ass closet. Embarrassingly, she jumped; she jumped a few times. If a glare could kill, there'd be holes burnt into the pockets.

Fuck off.

The stupid coat was simply out of reach. She could usually manage by grabbing the shoulder and lifting it from there but even then she couldn’t manage. She kicked the closet door in frustration, hard enough to make it rattle, and looked around for reinforcements. Somewhere nearby had to be a stool or something, anything, to make this easier. 

She found a tall chair and dragged it over with a bit more force than necessary. The legs scraped against the floor and that sound annoyed her even more. 

Finally, she lined it up, climbed up with a huff, and snatched the coat off the hanger in one triumphant, final fuck you. But as she jumped off the chair with her prize, she heard something else fall. A clatter, a shuffle, the distinct sound of things spilling. She grumbled and turned around.

If I have to do one more thing, I’m killing someone.

She cringed when her eyes fell onto the mess. Her jumping and kicking and overall exasperation now had a bunch of shit spilled on the floor from the top shelf of the tall closet. An old box, the size and look of a shoe box, had lost its lid and scattered papers everywhere. She at first started to snatch them up without discretion, just trying to stuff them back in. But a name caught her eyes.

Bertholdt.

Her fingers froze. She didn’t want to snoop. She would have killed anyone who went through her stuff like this. She tried to cast out the memory of seeing the name. She quickly tried to collect them all and put the box, along with this moment, far back into the closet. But there it was again, unmistakable.

Bertholdt.

Something came over her. An overwhelming wave, pulling her under before she could even name it. It felt so sudden, so heavy, all-consuming. She held the pages in her hands, her grip tightening unconsciously. 

The small, trembling pool she had collected seemed insignificant against the sheer ocean of papers spilled out before her. They spread across the floor like a map of emotions she wasn’t sure she wanted to navigate. And each one… each one bore the same familiar name.

Dear Bertholdt,

Her chest tightened, an ache spreading in places she thought she’d long since numbed. With a breath, she carefully placed them in the box one by one. It blurred past her, the same line repeated over and over. Her eyes couldn’t help but snag on the same arrangement of letters, the same handwriting. There were a hundred, maybe even more, all addressed… and dated. She paused.  

They had an order. 

Written at the top of each of them was a date. Everything was spilled all over the floor and each one was supposed to be neatly tucked away in order. She bit the insides of her cheeks.

Forgive me.

Dates flashed by. She tried to put them in order without reading any of its contents. It felt impossible, especially when there were letters that seemed to be multiple pages long. She tried to group them to the best of her abilities, organizing them by date and putting them in piles face down when she found the correct order. But words blurred past, recognizable phrases, handwriting that got shakier, years and years and years, consistent dating on every one.

“I miss you.” “I’m sorry.” “If I could go back…” “I wish you were here.” “I can’t forgive myself.” “You deserved better.”

Her breath hitched, the edges of the pages almost cutting into her fingers as she clutched them tighter. She tried to swallow the lump forming in her throat, but it only grew heavier with every second she spent kneeling there, surrounded by years of unspoken… emotions; emotions she never knew she had.

When did I start crying?

A tear fell from her cheek and nearly hit the precious paper. An aching feeling had creeped into her body. Emotions she never really thought were there seemed to spill. She couldn’t name it. It felt like a sudden burn in her nose, the need to swallow a bitter taste, eyes blurring. She was drowning. 

30.12.854

The letter she held was dated shakily at the top. She’d seen that same date come up again and again. For a moment, she tried to remember if maybe New Years or any holiday around that time meant something to them; as warriors, they didn’t really celebrate holidays, let alone religion. 

She took a breath and put it in the 854 pile. She looked at the stack. 854. That would have been… that would have been the year of the rumbling. It would have been the year everything changed. 

And he never got to see it.

She looked at all of the piles she’d now made, how each represented a year. She tried to push any judgements or perceptions away from her mind. But some years piled higher than others. Three piles in particular. She gathered the final loose letters. 

Her mind drifted to her time in the crystal. The silence had been maddening, a suffocating void she couldn’t escape. She had been awake in that void, terrifyingly, agonizingly awake. The only light that had ever pierced through the endless dark had been Armin’s voice, Hitch’s chatter. Their persistence had saved her, kept her tethered to something beyond the emptiness. But it always puzzled her why they did it in the first place.

I know.

She placed the final letter. The paper felt different; crinkled and messy, rough and smeared. 30.12.850; old, the oldest one. She finally gathered all of them, stacking them neatly away in the box.  She stared at the box in front of her, now neatly packed, the letters arranged in quiet, solemn order. The shoebox felt heavier than it had any right to be. There was only paper within it. Something else weighed it down. 

I know.

She exited the room quietly, holding the coat tenderly in her hands. She gave it to him when they met in town without a single complaint. She never spoke about what she had found to Reiner or anyone else for that matter. 

Their now shared secret lay in a small box that once held shoes for a warrior.

was it casual when reiner only turned over to save his life after bertholdt asked him to

was it casual when after bert died reiner literally almost pulled the tigger

HE GOT SO CLOSE

was it casual when all growing up bert was the only one who talked to reiner outside of training

was it casual when in the scouts they were the only ones who actually knew eachother fully

for years

was it casual when the last name bertholdt uttered was reiner's

was it casual when dont take this the wrong way but i didn't think you were all that in to girls

it wasn't.

nothing is casual with them.

in this house we will always love and appreciate bertholdt hoover

Okay Ik I’ve said this before but I think the influx of Bertholdt/Reibert hate from that one guy who made like 20 accounts had the opposite effect. I’ve been seeing soooo much more Bertholdt and Reibert stuff on my dash as of recent and I’m so happy about it, ty number1Bertholdt_hater!!

Looking more like a checklist these days. I want off this ride. 😭

Headcanon that the Scouts somehow manage to convince Ramen and Burrito to stay with them, and Hange kinda adopts them, because who wouldn't want to adopt titan shifter teenagers? It's a little awkward among the cadets, but hey, a dysfunctional found family doesn't sound so bad for these two, no?

Would never happen but idgaf I want them alive and on therapy

I'm thinking in unhealthy amounts about kind of AU where Reiner and Bertholdt stay with Scouts after their reveal and are sort of adopted by Hange (the plushies to blame). I'm mostly writing down ideas about how this happened and what the consequences could be, although I don't have a big brain like Isayama's, so I'm cooking and will probably burn the stove LMAO but I want to get it out of my head and make it other people's problem. We are just having fun folks ✨

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drawing is so fun i can just make people kiss

need my emotional support escapism gays to save me from this dark cruel world

what actually happened on that wall

"You're losing blood" no I know exactly where it is. The floor. Don't ever underestimate me.

I saw everyone drawing Mikasa in Eren's shirt so I would like to offer this concept for consideration

redraw

Yea so Ody is finally home and he’s with his wife and son. It’s all cool and fun. But hold on. Can you imagine how HORRIFYING Odysseus and his family must be to other Royals now?

Here is a king that fought monsters, witches, slaughtered most of the male Nobles in his kingdom. FOUGHT POSEIDON AND MADE HIM BEG FOR MERCY!

And worst of all, he is crazy smart. So negotiating or trying to make deals with Odysseus must be the most horrifying thing in existence at the time. You can’t threaten him, you can’t negotiate a better position than him, you can only just sit there and smile as you pray you don’t accidentally offend him.

Oh and that’s not all, If Penelope also dislikes you, you’re f***ed. Because Odysseus fought a war for 10 years over an oath. Imagine what he would do if someone tried something with his wife… OH WAIT, we don’t have to. He SLAUGHTERED them! And she might not even need him to.

She is from Sparta and by Odysseus own words JUST AS SMART AS HIM. The main reason she didn’t go out and fight those nobles/kick them out is because of the laws of hospitality (which are enforced by Zeus). But with her god piercer husband, she doesn’t need to be so polite anymore. And she held the kingdom together for 20 years! She knows how to handle business. So yea, don’t mess with her either.

And his kid? He’s a warrior of the mind now! Who has the favor of ATHENA! WHO in a very short time learned how to fight. Going from losing a fist fight, to fighting dozens of men who only overwhelmed him because he got TIRED of kicking their asses! He has ATHENA on his side as his best friend. Dont even try

Point is The Ithaca royal family is a f***ing nightmare to deal with now.

As Elon Musk cements his place in history as a fascist tech overlord and the rest of the world looks at us in horror, I really do want to reiterate what I feel will be lost to the history books

Nearly everyone in america has thought and continues to think that Elon is very cringe.

So a couple weeks ago I was talking to this girl and brought up my AOT hyperfixation and we were talking for a bit until I brought up Bertholdt being my favorite character. She looked disgusting and said she hated him and that he was a whiny little b****.

I asked her to elaborate and from what I can assume, she was reffering to his mental breakdown in late season 2 (I think episode 36) while all the scouts and shouting at him. Which is absolutely ridiculous.

"Yeah bro ik you were raised as a child soldier for 17 years taught these people were disgusting demons who deserved to be wiped out and put responsible for committing mass genocide on them just to help your terminally ill father and now you have killed hundreds of thousands of people and come to the realization all the people who thought of as your friends and your only source of happiness your entire life actually despise you because obviously and you are being told what to do by your mentally ill best friend who doesn't even know wtf he's doing and now you're stuck in this situation with your entire life on the line but like... man up dude."

Istg men can't be emotional (whether personality-wise or for trauma reasons) in media without being called whiny or annoying and it pisses me tf off.

EVERYBODY KNOWS ANNIE'S NOT WASTING HER BREATH ON ANYONE EXCEPT ARMIN THIS IS SO FUNNY TO ME AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA-

Girls' a 100 on antisocial skills xD

Source: AoT talk show

This deleted scene has always been so funny to me, because we know that Mikasa has a tendency to just pick Eren up and throw him when he’s being a pain, and Armin just follows them without batting an eye and doesn’t get involved.

The funny part to me is the reason why Armin just stands there and doesn’t intervene. Canonically he tried it once and Mikasa just picked him up too like it was nothing T_T

Now he doesn’t bother anymore because he knows his ass is going to get thrown too if he does, so he just keeps quiet lmao

Sad AOT Headcanons

there is rhyme or reason to these, I'm just sad and wanted to make myself... more sad... <3

Eren: He still hears his mother’s screams in his nightmares, and no matter how much he accomplishes, it never feels like enough to make up for not being able to save her and he can never block them out.

Mikasa: She sometimes forgets that Eren is gone. She’ll turn to make a comment or expect him to be there, only for reality to hit her like a wave.

Armin: He has long conversations with Eren in his head, debating and arguing as if they were still kids. Sometimes, he wins, and sometimes, Eren's voice just fades away.

Jean: He still draws sometimes, but every face he sketches is of someone he lost.

Connie: Every time he hears someone laugh like Sasha, he turns his head instinctively, only to be crushed by the realization that she’s gone.

Sasha: She sometimes had nightmares of being back in the woods with that little girl she saved, only in the dreams, she fails.

Levi: He refuses to sleep in comfortable beds because they remind him of the ones his comrades never got the chance to rest in.

Erwin: He never allowed himself to have personal happiness because deep down, he believed he didn’t deserve it until he uncovered the truth.

Hange: They sometimes talk to Moblit, as if he’s still standing beside them, because the silence without him is unbearable.

Annie: She used to hum a lullaby to herself in the crystal, a song her father sang to her when she was little, just to keep herself from going insane.

Bertholdt: He always felt like a ghost, like no one really saw him for who he was, and in the end, he truly became one.

Reiner: He keeps a journal where he writes letters to the people he’s lost, apologizing to each one, and suicide notes.

Historia: She still wonders if her mother ever really loved her, or if she was just an inconvenience from the start.

Ymir: In her final moments, she wasn’t afraid of dying—she was afraid that no one would remember she existed.

down HORRENDOUS

reibert cats ≽^•⩊•^≼