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"this woman. beautiful as a balsam flower."

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Found these on TikTok and umm… yes please!

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Eren & Mikasa [Attack On Titan] by Tsuya No Uchi

https://www.ebay.com/usr/tsuyanouchi

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attack on tangerines? not sure if this has been done before

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please accept this extremely badly drawn and unoriginal comic

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okay, i’m going to post the gladiator eren headcanon,

if it's not your thing, feel free to skip it. no hard feelings. i'm just sharing something i enjoy, and i totally understand the difference between fiction and real life etc etc. hope that makes sense!

okay so. gladiator eren. it’s honestly been my dream concept forever. i can just see him: wild hair tied back, dirt and sweat on his skin, those carved abs glistening under the sun, the way the fabric of that skirt barely holds onto his hips while he stands in the middle of an arena, victorious... god, so hot.

but beyond the aesthetics, i’ve been building this whole au in my head. so, as you know, gladiators were often war slaves, captured and forced to fight for the entertainment of others. they didn’t fight by choice, they were trained, displayed like weapons, and thrown into arenas to survive or die. the ones who managed to win enough battles could sometimes earn money and buy their freedom, though that was rare. most didn’t live long enough. but a few, the strongest and most cunning, made it out.

so in this version, eren is one of those gladiators. a war slave, captured and forced into servitude under none other than willy tybur. tybur sees eren’s strength and potential from the start, and quickly realises how much profit he can make from him in the arena. and he’s right, eren becomes a star. brutal, relentless, and brilliant in the ring. match after match, he earns victories and draws crowds. tybur places bets, wins fortunes, and eren becomes his golden prize.

but eren has a plan. every drop of blood spilled is a step closer to buying his own freedom. and he's close. after years of fighting, he’s finally earned enough to make his escape, to reclaim his life.

but tybur isn’t about to let his most valuable asset walk away so easily. of course not.

so, he makes a move. right before eren is about to seal the deal, tybur presents him with mikasa, another slave, newly acquired, and placed under eren’s "care." tybur presents her to eren like a gift, but it’s not generosity. it’s a trap. he tells eren that she now belongs to him, that he can do whatever he wants with her. but if he wants to leave, if he truly wants to walk out of this life, he’ll have to pay for her freedom too.

eren is furious. not just because his escape has been stolen from him, but because he understands exactly what’s being done. this isn’t about ownership. this is control. tybur knows eren won’t leave someone behind, not when he’s been in that place himself. and especially not mikasa, who stands in front of him not as a stranger, but as something hauntingly familiar. maybe he doesn’t know her, not yet — but there's something in her that reminds him of a past life... (a childhood friend???)

so eren takes her under his protection. he doesn’t speak much at first, doesn’t even look at her. the frustration is eating him alive. he was so close. and now he has to fight again, bleed again, for two. he resents the situation, but he never once resents mikasa. deep down, he knows it’s not her fault, and more than that, he knows what kind of fate awaits her if he ever lets his guard down.

and yeaaaaah i want it to be so kinky and hot. gladiators slept in cells, just imagine the nasty cell sex??

aaaaah goodbye. i will dissapear for a couple of hours!!

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Fandom stats: word count on AO3

significanceofmoths asked me if I’d analyzed how fandoms differ in terms of their word counts.  I haven’t broken it down by fandom, but I thought I’d do a quick summary of what I know about word count on AO3 in general (at least as of about a year ago).

When I did my initial survey of AO3 in May 2013, here’s what I found about word count:

Simplifying some of these categories:

about 36% of the fanworks on AO3 had <= 1000 words at that time (note that this includes most of the textless fanworks like fanart and podfics).  

about 45% had between 1K and 5K words

only about 18% of the fanworks have more than 5K words.

I also looked at single-chapter vs. multi-chapter fics around the same time. Please note: there are way more single chapter fanworks than multi-chapter – somewhere around 85% of fanworks are one chapter.  Comparing word count for these two different categories:

While it’s most common for single-chapter fic to have fewer than 1000 words, it’s actually most common for multi-chapter fic to have over 10K words.

That second analysis also shows that the longer the work, the more hits it tends to get.  But I haven’t yet dug deeper into this relationship (other than showing that length isn’t the only factor that matters – for instance, rating also affects hits and kudos).

[MORE FANDOM STATS]

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ch17 sneak peek…

mikasa getting jealous of Eren’s housekeeper is so very mikasa 😭

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not home, still home

she presses her red scarf to her face, shielding herself from the clouds of dust rising off the barren ground as the cart bumps along an unfamiliar road.

the scorching sun beats down on the cluster of new faces travelling with her, new recruits from Trost all headed to the Southern Division Barracks. Before nightfall, they’ll arrive.

some boys glance in her direction, cheeks turning red before their eyes dart away behind bashful smiles. They’re still too young and too shy to summon enough courage to speak to her, thankfully. Older men are different: they whistle as she passes and call her little beauty while reaching for her silky black hair.

she feels Eren’s shoulder pressed against her, his brown hair tickling her face each time a stronger gust of late-spring air sweeps across the convoy. Armin is reading to them in a quiet murmur, an old book resting in his lap.

she likes it when Armin tells them tales. In the last two years (first in the refugee camp in Trost, then on the farms) he made up new ones for them, since books were hard to find. In dreamy whispers, he spoke of flaming waters, plains of ice, and fields of golden sand, dreams that live beyond the Walls.

sometimes, she forgets the Walls are even there. Sometimes they vanish in the thick morning mist, or fade into the black night sky.

sometimes, she wishes Eren could forget them too.

Eren points to something, his index finger tapping on the parched paper, and Armin explains the meaning of a quaint word with a little, proud smile. Mikasa leans in to listen; Eren doesn’t protest when she presses against him even more.

before that day, she and Eren used to curl up together in his bed until they both fell asleep, the red scarf draped over them as a blanket.

some nights, nightmares kept her awake, cold sweat ran down her neck, and she saw again her mum and dad gone in a moment, in a splatter of blood on the floor, and two mean strangers trying to drag her away from her little home in the mountains. 

on those nights, all she could feel was the cold grip of loneliness.

but Eren was there. Perhaps he didn’t know the right words to say, so kept silent. He brought Mikasa’s dolls to bed, and they played together until she was smiling again. He never complained, never told her stupid things like “dolls are for girls”.

once, they made flower crowns together, and Eren wore it all day, looking like a prince from the tales Armin read to them.

little by little, the nightmares faded, though the pain remained. It dulled into a hollow, distant ache in her little chest of a little girl who had grown up afraid of losing her family again.

and even though Eren swore he’d protect her, it happened again, on a mundane day spent gathering firewood and dozing off up that hill. When a bloody twilight bathed Shiganshina, later that day, she had lost her new mum, her new home, her new hopes.

she still remembers the long journey on the barge along the riverside road, Eren’s eyes ablaze with rage, or was it just pure despair of a little boy suddenly alone in this little corner of the world. An orphan, just like her.  

Armin’s grandpa wrapped the three of them in a worn-out blanket, three trembling little kittens fleeing from their hometown as the Titans’ footsteps shook the earth, the barge swaying in the rippling water.

then came the infamous refugee camp in Trost. There was hunger, despair, and so much noise, more than she’s ever heard before: cries and pleas and screams, but of all things, what she still remembers is the smell. The thick odor of blood and human misery hanging in the air.

but she still had Eren, Armin, and Armin’s grandpa, a kind man who never failed to find extra loaves of bread for them. An old man, another useless mouth to feed, in the eyes of the military.  And yet those weren’t the words they used when they came for him, along with twenty thousand other lives, to sacrifice for the reconquest of Wall Maria - grandiose promises that only meant death. 

she knew it even before Armin explained it between choked sobs.

shortly afterwards, their turn came too. There weren’t enough resources to provide young orphans with warm beds, three meals a day and an education; they had to roll up their sleeves and contribute to feed their own mouths and many others within the Walls.

before they were relocated to a remote farm in Wall Rose, farther than they had ever been from home, Mikasa stole a fairytale book from the officer’s quarters while Eren acted as lookout. She never had stolen anything, before. 

was it, maybe, a present for the officer's son? An unknown child who perhaps had much more than what the three of them would ever have?

the bright smile that lit up Armin’s face when they gave him the stolen gift made Mikasa never regret her small crime. It saved them in many, many cold and lonely nights. It was home, where home was no more.

the same book lies open between Armin’s hands now, as his voice weaves through the dusky air telling them familiar tales, and the sun is setting behind the bitter orange line of the horizon.

she can see the Southern Division barracks in the distance. She grips the scarf tight at her neck, her fingers trembling over the fabric.

tonight, she won’t be staying with her family. Eren’s warmth and Armin's soft snore won’t lull her to sleep. She will be sent to the female dormitory, surrounded with unknown faces, and she doesn’t want to, she can’t stay so far from her friends, her life, she can’t, she–

“Mikasa,”  Eren whispers. “Why are you crying?”

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chapter six of States of Paradis is out now!!!

BIG eren chapter. *sigh* boy is so lost in his own head

a little backstory here. a little insight there. and… drumroll… eremika sex!! hooray !! ITS FINALLY HEREEEEE. it’s finally happened!!

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chapter 16 of the fbi eremika fic is here!

CAPRICE CHAPTER 16: ‘underneath the table’

READ HERE!!!!

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AOT sketches

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