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i use tiktok mostly just to post my own edits and see my mutuals stuff now bc im sick of the fandom on there. most of them clearly watched the show with their head up their ass or smth because they’re manage to come up with the most simultaneously hilarious and horrible takes ever.

also because not a single one of them can take bertholdt’s character seriously without rehashing the exact same name jokes i’ve heard since i joined the fandom in 2021. like sure some are funny but it gets so old so quickly, and when you make a post actually going into his character and being a bit more serious the comments are just “poor [some word beginning with b]” like PLEASE SHUT UP FOR A MOMENT!!!

literally had to put in the caption of one of my bert videos “stfu about his name for once” bc i knew the kind of comments i’d receive if i didn’t.

this fandom rather completely forgets his character (who is extremely important to the plot and towards the entire character of reiner but that’s a whole other thing), hates him for what he did even tho they love reiner/annie, or they treat him like a joke and never bother to go past surface level with his character.

he is the most interesting warrior imo because he was the first to openly admit and see that all the fighting was stupid and pointless. that the paradis eldians were no different from him and him killing them wasn’t personal, it was what had to be done to save his father. there’s alot more to him but im worried this will become like 3k words if i dont stop but most of the fandom can’t even comprehend that its actually ridiculous.

people treat him like absolute shit because he died first and he was weak when firstly shut the fuck up?? he was not weak in the slightest and had the most powerful titan ability bar the actual fucking founding titan. like oh my god. and other people say “oh he was too attached to reiner” dog that’s the point. of his character. oh my god.

idk i think im just sick of the fandom treating him like this. he and connie are imo the most overlooked characters in the entire animanga.

and don’t even get me started on how shit both him and connie are treated in official arts and stuff bc. wow

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.

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

Hi idk if you've answered smth similar before but who do you think among 104th was closest or maybe most impacted by levi ? I would go for jean or armin but would love to hear your thoughts.

Ps : I love you and your analysis posts keep doing them ❤never give clowns the time of day

Hi there!

I have answered similar questions to this, haha. Jean is the character that comes to mind first when I think of who Levi had the biggest impact on. I actually fairly recently wrote a post about the relationship between Levi and Jean, and specifically, Levi's influence on Jean, which you can read here:

I think Levi had a significant impact on pretty much everyone, though. Armin, for sure. I think Armin actually understands Levi better than any of the other members of the 104th, because I think each of them are actually really similar, particularly in regards to the way both of them values life and sees life as innately valuable, without needing any, great purpose to make it so. There's also the fact that, out of everyone, Armin understood early on the kind of selfishness inherent in clinging to a sense of moral righteousness at the expense of others. This idea of maintaining our "moral purity" by refusing to get our hands dirty, and how, ultimately, that can cause more harm than good. Armin suffers from deep insecurity and a sense of self-loathing, so he refuses to call himself a good person, but I think he, as well as Levi, are both objectively good people, and part of that goodness is manifest in the way neither of them prioritizes their ability to call themselves good people over actually helping people, i.e. actually being good people. Even if it means having to live with blood on their hands and the pain of that, the way that can eat away at their sense of self-identity, they're both willing to do it without hesitation so long as it means no one else has to.

I also think Levi has a huge impact on Mikasa. Mikasa started out being pretty single minded and self-interested. Her entire reason for joining the SC was because she wanted to be with Eren, and her desire for that was the main motivator behind a lot of her actions early on. But as the story progresses, Mikasa gradually learns to start letting that motivation go, and starts genuinely caring about and fighting for others, until by the end, she gives up on her dream of being with Eren completely, by taking his life for the sake of humanity. I think Mikasa learned a lot of her selflessness from Levi, who's entire character is largely defined by selflessness. Levi never does anything for himself. Everything he does has always been for the benefit of others, fighting to save lives, to prove his fellow comrades sacrifices weren't in vain, fighting for the dreams of others, lending his strength to those dreams, rather than having or fighting for any dream of his own. That's been true of Levi since "No Regrets". I think Levi letting Erwin go sort of set the blueprint for Mikasa later doing the same with Eren. Not that Levi's relationship with Erwin was the same as Mikasa's with Eren, but Erwin was a very important person to Levi, for reasons I've spoken about at length, and he let Erwin go for Erwin's sake. People always say this decision was selfish, but it was actually the exact opposite. Levi lost someone that he relied on to guide him. It was a completely selfless sacrifice, one born out of compassion, made to end the suffering of a fellow human being. That's a lot like Mikasa letting go of Eren. She lost the person she loved and dreamed of spending her life with, and she chose to lose him to save what remained of humanity.

Anyway, thank you for your kind words and I hope my answer was what you were looking for!

Armin tries to leave a moustache like his dad

notice how isym made reiner look happier when he has his soulmate with him

reibert cats ≽^•⩊•^≼

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.

so apparently bertholdt is a racist now. anybody else seeing this 😭😭😭

headcannon that in season 3, when the 104th cadets and levi where living in the cabin, sasha probably snuck into the kitchen at night to get some food without anybody noticing, except levi did and never said anything because he knows what its like to be hungry and not know when it’ll be the next time you’ll be able to eat.