He's Like A Disney Prince If Disney Didn't Only Give Big Noses To Villians Im In Love With Him Btw

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Headcanon

Mikasa likes to knit little wool figurines of all the Scouts. She has one for everybody with a whole range of outfits. When she's alone she likes to make little scenes with them and plays with them like action figures.

Some of her favorites to do.

Scenes depicting Eren confessing his love to her.

Scenes depicting her beating captain Levi in combat (”no one hurts Eden and gets away with it”)

She also likes to stage little musical numbers and depictions of fairy tails.

The only other person who knows about them is Armin, mostly cause she likes to have him play scenes with her. Which he does happily and likes to pair his doll with Annie’s

ok uh i posted a chatfic which will have a light plot but if you’re not into them just ignore its existence on my profile i have a guilty pleasure for them im sorry 😭

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63453226

also it’s just my humour. i’m a 16 year old girl so take that with what u will lmfaooo but tbf in the modern au i feel like this is how they’d all act (yes mikasa would act like this some people forget the ackerman curse doesn’t exist. i saw her in the post credits scene)

ok anyway enjoy if you want LOL

Mikasa is so great because if you told me that "a violent buff killing machine who turns people into minced meat, bathes in their blood, and makes out with decapitated heads"

and "a shy gentle girl whose ultimate dream is to live a simple cottagecore life while wearing ankle-length grandma skirts and cozy pink cardigans"

... were the same character, I wouldn't believe you. Yet she's real and her name is Mikasa Ackerman.

You probably have, but if you haven't seen this iconic gem for an entire generation of AOT watchers, here's the full series of:

A Slap on Titan

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A Slap on Titan: The Full Series

The hilariously wild parody of Attack on Titan. Drunken fathers, sociopathic best friends, and unforgettable Titans unite to tell a tale unl

can i say something can i say something can i just say o n e little thing i swear upon god i just need to say something

"I would punch a Nazi" also included Zionists fyi

Has the whole thing with the titan-shifters aging faster been confirmed or is that still just a generally-accepted theory? Because it makes a lot of sense.

For example, the most popular evidence of this, is Reiner looking ridiculously old for his age.

Reiner at 17 ⬆️

Reiner at 21 ⬆️

Thats absolutely ridiculous. He looks 26 in the first photo and like 40 in the second. Next piece of evidence being Zeke, of course.

He's around 28 at this point, but looking significantly older.

And I've had people say "well bertholdt still looks 17!" Yeah, his face maybe but let's ignore the fact he is 6"4 and had a fully-developed Adam's apple at TWELVE

Idk i think since there isn't much to go off of with the female warriors, that causes some doubts but I guess I'll see

The fact that Gabi gets more hate for killing ONE (1) person and Eren gets so little for killing 80% of the WORLD is my thirteenth reason why

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Ohh! Let’s see what I can do with that! Don’t ask me about the 🐑

“it’s not safe here anymore- we need to leave. Now!”

Reiner could feel the hairs on the back of his neck standing up as the thick fog slowly rolled towards him “come on Jean!” He commanded his friend. They really, really needed to leave. Everyone knew that with the fog came the creatures. He could already head the screeches in the distance as he reached out, prompting Jean to take his hand and let him help him up. Still Jean refused, arms crossed tightly in front of his chest as he balanced on the ledge.

“For fuck’s sake! What’s keeping you?!” Reiner hollered “they’re coming!” His heart was hammering in his chest now, icy chills racing down his spine with each distant screech. He could see the fear in Jean’s eyes as they met his across the small cliff.

Come on, come on, come on!!! Rushed through his head with every beat of his frantic heart. Then Jean lifted one of his arms and Reiner froze. He stared at his friend with both awe and red, furious anger painted on his face as the most petite little white lamb peered at him from Jean’s hold.

“I’m not leaving him!” Jean said, his firm tone failing miserably to hide the primal fear that was slowly overtaking his system. Of course, Reiner thought. Of course the only thing Jean would gamble his own safety for was another life. Even a life as miniscule as a tiny lamb.

The screeches came closer, now accompanied by the leathery sound of flapping wings. They needed to go. Now. Steping close to the edge he opened his arms, gaze nervously scanning the slopes for dangers before he shouted “jump!”

And Jean did. He slammed into Reiner’s body with a loud umph and knocked him to the ground. Reiner cursed as his shoulder slammed into the rocky path, but did his best to shield the two souls in his arms from the impact.

Jean rolled off him, quickly checking in on the tiny lamb while Reiner scrambled to his feet and then allowed the other man to yank him to his feet just as the fog rolled over them. The visibility reduced to zero almost instantly while the screeches and flapping grew eerily close by the second. Reiner barely suppressed his panic as he pushed Jean along roughly, his brain single mindedly focusing on getting them the hell out of there. Finally jean was running and Reiner kicked up the dirt behind him to follow along. To their right a tormented scream rang through the fog as the creatures took down a lonely soul on the mountain. The unholy sounds only spurred them on as they rushed down as fast as their legs could carry them.

After what felt like an eternity, a smidge of light finally pierced the solid grey in front of them. Their mad dash became even more frantic and Reiner all but shoved Jean and the little lamb into the sun as they reached the valey of safety. Just as his fingers slipped off Jean’s jacket and sent him stumbling into the light, thick, sharp talons dug into his shoulders, knocking him to the ground. He screamed as the terror and pain shot through him. His hands shot up anf in a rush of adrenaline gripped the legs of the creature and flung it into the ground with a nauseating sound of bones crushing. It went limp and he stared at it as the fog slowly rolled back, revealing a eagle sized creature with long talons, leathery bat wings and the head of a goat, horns and everything, but with abnormal, long fangs protruding from the upper lip. He shuddered as the fog let go of him, letting light shine on his blood soaked coat.

“Fuck! Reiner are you okay?!” Jean rushed over, still clutching the stupid lamb thag nearly had cost them their life.

“Yeah, it’s just a scratch…” he trailed off and they both stared down at the creature. Neither of them had ever seen one up close before and so they were awestruk. Their awe quickly turned into concern as the shift settled in. Ever so slowly, the creature morphed into a white woolen animal. The wings folded in on themselves, elongated into normal front legs and the talons retracted, making room for regular hooves.

Jean gasped as the shape finally settled and a normal sheep lay before them.

He reached out to cover the eyes of the lamb. It was silly, he knew. But it still felt like the right thing to do.

“Well… fuck me…” Reiner nudged the dead sheep with his boot. Then he looked at Jean “you better name thst critter since it nearly got me killed.” He said, nodding to the lamb.

Jean stared at him for a brief second before bursting into laughter, the stress of the flight finally letting up.

They named the lamb Bert.