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Laundromat.

You know what that means.

*Opens Chapter 37*

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Okay, so ive been inching along chapter 37, sick and busy has kept me from doing a lot of writing so its only been a paragraph or two a day for the most part, but im gonna put a pin in the writing for a bit cause i REALLY got to work out some business and finance stuff the next few days, THEN I can work on WITD again 👍

But I AM already 14 pages into chapter 37 so it is on the way!

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*Deeeeep inhale*

Aaaahhhhh, a lovely cup of soft warm fuzzy Levi feelings to start the day.

~ Quiet!Levi who never interrupts when you speak, but you always catch him watching you. The way his gaze softens at the corners when you’re passionate about something—he doesn’t say anything. He just listens, like every word matters. Because to him, they do.

~ Quiet!Levi who never needs to be the loudest in the room. He stands behind you during briefings, hands in his pockets, eyes steady. When you falter or stumble over a detail, you feel the slightest nod from behind you. Subtle, grounding. You don't even have to turn around—you just know he's there.

~ Quiet!Levi who brings you things without a word. A mug of tea when you’re too tired to get one yourself. A rolled-up scarf dropped gently onto your shoulders when he notices you shivering. He never says why. He just… notices.

~ Quiet!Levi who always waits for you to fall asleep first, only then allowing himself to relax. He sits on the edge of your shared cot, elbow on his knee, watching your breathing slow. You don’t know it, but he always whispers a quiet, half-meant "sleep well" before turning away.

~ Quiet!Levi who doesn’t do grand gestures. He tightens your gear without asking. He pulls you out of the path of a falling branch like it’s nothing. He steadies you by the arm when you trip, holding on a beat longer than necessary—but never commenting.

~ Quiet!Levi who never says he worries. But you know he does, from the way he glances over his shoulder for you during missions. From how he walks a few paces behind you—not to control, but to keep you in his sight. Always.

~ Quiet!Levi who brushes your hand with his when you're both seated side by side, elbows nearly touching. He doesn’t look at you, doesn’t move again. Just that brief touch, like a quiet reminder: I’m here.

~ Quiet!Levi who stands in doorways, watching you with unreadable eyes. You ask him once what he’s thinking, and he shrugs, voice low: “Nothing important.” But the way he lingers… the way he looks at you like you’re something fragile and rare—you know that’s not true.

~ Quiet!Levi who doesn’t confess out loud. He shows it in the way he always walks on the side closest to the street. In the way he only drinks his tea after yours is poured. In the way he cleans your blades along with his own.

~ Quiet!Levi who only says “I love you” once, and even then it’s quiet, gruff, said into your hair when he thinks you’re asleep. But he still holds you tighter after. Because he means it. Every quiet inch of him does.

©ackermanrage - please do not copy, translate, or plagiarize my work!

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How serious am I about getting into digital art again because its my preferred way to draw people and really dedicating myself to getting better at it until I start publishing oc and fan art of my own projects?

I bought a few supplies with the intention to start practicing line art and proportions, have several tabs of different tablets im comparing that I seriously look into if I have the budget to get for myself again, and I have a list of things I want to draw. Its starting to be on my mind as much as my writing. I was designing cover ideas the other day in my head. I already know im going to be practicing drawing Levi first and Vivianne once I feel more confident with him.

I talked to an artist friend about the best affordable tablets to go for and they were giving me tips.

Like...

Its a legit goal im putting effort into.

In the past ive just thought about it but now purchases are being made and tabs saved and yeah.

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Mmm this makes ME feel like i just got a nice big stretch, hehe <3

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....

I may do this.

Let's all pray it doesn't give me inspiration for another longfic.

Cause I already have three and only one is actively being written 😭

❣️💫 LEVI MONTH 2025 ANNOUNCEMENT 💫❣️

Everyone get ready for our 4th event on August - and please reblog and help to spread the news ♥️

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Just watched how to train your dragon with the family, and now its REALLY hard to resist writing that AOT Dragon Rider AU that's been gnawing at the back of my brain.

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Feeling so much better today, and its a half day at work, so im hoping to get lots of writing done today 🥰🥰🥰

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Its always nice when you manage to break past a part that was giving you trouble in your writing.

Its NOT nice when that breakthrough happens 2 hours after you really needed to already be in bed asleep.

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Feeling better today BUT ive gotta be up early tomorrow and have a late night tonight.

Probably won't be getting the next chapter this weekend. We'll see how next week goes. 😮‍💨

(We're getting a lot of smoke and its humid and allergy season and im just *miserable* right now)

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Now this is just freaking awesome 👏👏👏

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*chokes*

*first coughing fit of the day triggered*

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Words have not been wording this week but I promise I am still alive and working on WITD, its just been...slow. I think my brain is muddled from an incoming ear infection 😵‍💫

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*Let us romance Levi you cowards*

They should make that AOT game like a baldurs gate type deal where i can romance characters

literally i wish for this every time i play. the character insert aspect never gets old, but it could definitely use a reboot so🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

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While ones see him as Humanity's Strongest all brutal and daring sarcastic badass, I see a human carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.

What a wonderful fanart this one is! You can literally feel how heavy the burden he bears is

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Mmm, this scratches the take care of Levi and the Levi takes care of us itch just right. Always love a good mutual rescue scenario 🥰🥰🥰

gee, my friend!! congratulations on 2k, that’s a big number fr 💙

levi and 8. shielding the other one with their body (can we… shield levi? 👀)

thank youuuuu suki <3 plot is sponsored by a fic i read a while lol. idk what’s up with my writing style in this one but djfjsjdjgj also nanaba is nb because.

//gn!reader, canon-typical violence, injury | ~1.8k

To think that an abandoned town like this—surrounded by a moat, watchtowers and all—is a safe haven during the night, but by daybreak, the formation is just as vulnerable as if they'd camped in a meadow.

The bright day gave eyes (in addition to Miche's supernatural sense of smell) crystal-clear visibility, and so the presence of approaching Titans was caught well in advance. They wandered in threes, but in exchange for the advantage of no abnormals to contend with, there were plenty of numbers all attracted to the scent of human flesh.

But there was time. That's the reason elite soldiers like you and Levi were chosen to evacuate the field hospital—what once was a stone watchtower. Erwin commanded that the objective was to outrun, not fight.

His speed and your level head, besides your close relationship that made you act in-sync was perfect for a mission that made it imperative to work together.

You both started at the exposed top floor and worked your way down, ushering the rest of the injured that hadn’t yet, or couldn’t, escape all on their own. One medic joined you.

Good progress has been made so far. You and Levi, and three others counting the quick medic, descended the stone steps now to the first floor. Louder than your heart in your ears was the cocophony of shouts, snapping reins, thunderous steps and the gnashing of jaws just outside this structure. Your lungs burned. Almost out.

Fingers the size of your own body slam through the wall into the narrow stairwell, causing a roaring crash you feel down to your bones.

Levi acts fast and in one enormous slice, frees your way. Fingers to be replaced by a hoard of steam, and a monstrous roar. "Hurry up!”

He leaps down the steps with effortless agility, not pausing for whom he trusts will stick to his heels—and of course you do, tailed by two moaning, injured men, and the grim medic. She has done well to keep her head.

The first floor has been the most spared from the chaos—so much so every cubicle curtain is still upright, even. No sound of howling for help or terror, except a woman with expressive blue eyes and a cast. You mistake her frightened yowling for a cat at first.

"Get them out!" Levi orders you. "I got this one."

You don't think, you act, and throw your body against the thick oak door. The medic is a small woman, of course not cut out for combat, but she joins you. The wood is stuck stiff, probably from the damage done to the tower's integrity.

"Shit."

"We can do this," you insist. "Keep going."

Both men volunteer to shove alongside you, as best they can. Every crunch of stone, sometimes cascading feels like a taste of death. There's no way in hell the third floor is still intact. It too is most likely exposed to the air, where humans can be picked up and treated as a snack. You're running out of time.

But you're close to freedom, so insignificant to mean getting out of this tower, you think bitterly. The door protests and groans, but you're close. The lighter whining of the bed as Levi ushers her up is like a warning siren.

Just a little—

The sound like a mountain snapping in half behind you seems to come long before the ceiling physically collapses.

Levi.

Again, again, you don't think, you act, rocketing back from the door with a shove and into, onto—doesn't matter—Levi mid-run, before the weight of the world comes crashing down on top of you.

It sounds, when you can hear, like distant thunder for some reason. You're within, now, a very, very small coffin. Then you hear no more.

Levi is the first to blink rapidly from unconsciousness and coughs, then squeezes his eyes shut. Dust. Can't breathe. A grueling headache. He remembers it found him first in sleep.

After taking account of his own state, he surveys his surroundings, or lack thereof.

Not rock, or not just rock, but dead weight lays upon his curled-up form like a massive blanket. Fortunate, he thinks at first, that it's dark and his vision keeps warbling in and out of clarity, because he can't tell which name this corpse belongs to.

One second later, the bliss of ignorance shatters. He barks your name, blinking wildly in the cramped, heavy darkness. He commands himself to get calm.

His hand, the one not pinned underneath himself, finds purchase in your neck. He thumbs your pulse and turns his head. Where are your breaths? At first he thinks his nose finds your cheek, but it's your bleeding forehead. He smells blood. Your blood.

Fuck—disgusting.

He feels a solid pulse, and, awkwardly nuzzling the side of your mouth, slow, warm breaths wash over his cheek. A weird noise leaves him, hitched like fear and a low moan in pain and ultimate relief.

Blood is fresh, he thinks in a flurry. It can't have been long since the tower collapsed. Everyone else is surely dead—or he'll treat them that way until he can guarantee he and you are making it out of this.

He forces his incessant panting silent, groping over your back inch by inch so he can to shield your head from further harm. It's all so far away, worlds away, but he hears Titans.

Keep breathing. Keep breathing.

He squirms his head, half-laying on his back now, and his lips touch your ear.

"Wake up," he grunts, very aware then that he's wasting his air. You and the others have been buried alive under rubble. He can't waste both your supplies of air saying your name or begging you not to die, or you'll most likely die anyway.

He could risk crawling out on his own, but that'd mean risking the rubble he displaces crashing right on top of you. It's bad enough that you shielded his body with your own. You could've died on impact. You could die.

Can't climb up either. He's strong, the strongest he’s aware, but not even he can lift a ton of rock.

"Stay alive," he settles on, bullying his other arm up past your shoulderblades. Small bits of gravel and rock shift. With the most coverage he can, he shields the length of your spine. If something happens to your head or spine, that means death for sure, one way or another. It's all he can do—he can't get on top of you.

His heart throbs. Dammit, why couldn't he have been faster? If he'd went for the door before you, he could've gotten it open and most everyone out. Why did he try to save everyone? Now it's just him and you.

Every time this kind of situation has happened before, he’s always the only one left.

"Stay alive..." he mumbles in your ear, then your name. "Don't die on me."

His splitting headache makes it hard to deliberate or even think any more. Whenever he catches himself nodding off, he bites his tongue until it feels like it’s splitting in half, using the pain to stay awake, and devoting constant concentration to tracking your thready, but steady breathing.

When, under the clashing of shovels and shouts, you're both uncovered and your bodies are lifted from the rubble, Levi is found bloody, the only one conscious but delirious, and clutching your body as if you were lovers in bed—not soldiers pinned under tons of stone, dust, and rubble.

You're the only two out of five living.

You wander to wakefulness finally, on a bedroll, parallel with a half-dozen of your comrades who were injured during the attack. You distantly think that five is a good number all things considered, before you turn your head, and wince.

I’m injured…?

Blinking the haze and blur from your vision, the first thing you notice with any meaningful clarity isn’t the clean blue sky through the forest canopy, but in your far-back peripheral: Levi. He sits up against a towering oak, hunched with his knees tucked to his chest. One sword lays balanced across his knees. His fist clutches the grip tight despite his angry knuckles and bloody fingertips. His dull eyes stare vacantly forward, expression hard like a stone.

Which doesn’t even twitch when you say his name. It’s like he’s keeping a statue’s vigil. The only thing living or waking about him upon squinting is the rigid pattern he taps his leather boot in. Tap… tap, taptaptap… tap… tap, taptaptap…

Movement around you is slow—the formation has evidently traveled since… since the tower came crashing down on top of you, you now remember with a start. Tents are up, tendrils of soft smoke billowing up around the area. Lunch.

“Levi?” you ask again, in a weak voice. You tilt your head back to peer at him upside down, because it hurts too much to raise it. “Is… Did we…”

“Hey, Lieutenant. You’re awake,” Nanaba greets with a relieved sigh. You didn’t notice them approach.

They stand over you now with their hands on their hips. The tapping doesn’t stop—or rather it hardens at the approach of someone new.

“What happened?”

They crouch down. “Well… Shit. This is gonna be hard to hear, but only you and Levi survived. I think…” They cast a quick glance in his direction. “I think the Captain’s in worse shape than you. He hasn’t really moved since we got here. Refused any medical, but that’s nothing new.”

You release a breath you didn’t know you were holding. It must’ve been torture for him, riding with no placement near the injured wagons. Duty calls.

He doesn’t appear to hear you and Nanaba talking about him right in front of him, but you know better. His dull eyes narrow despite the hundred-yard stare in them. He keeps tapping.

“I have him taken care of,” you volunteer without thinking. “Um. Well, you know.”

Nanaba looks pained, then scoffs without any humor in it. “I do. When our squad found you…” They trail off.

He protected me, didn’t he? you think with painful fondness. Even when you protect him—and it’s exceedingly rare Levi needs protection at all—he finds a way.

“How… How long were we?”

“A couple of hours. Chances are, he was awake the whole time. So. Try to get him to take it easy,” they say.

You huff in astonishment, eyes wide. Hours. Buried alive for hours. “I’ll try.”

They nod. “Rest up.”

Nanaba leaves you both, or rather leaves you. You lay in silence for a little while longer until you find resolve to slowly push up into a sit. The tapping persists, but your eyes meet for the first time. Despite the state he’s in, his gaze is so intense you want to look away.

“Thank you for protecting me… Hey. Even you couldn’t get out of all that rubble, so, you stayed awake and made sure I was okay. Thank you, Lev’… Now that we’re here, and I’m awake, you don’t have to guard me anymore,” you chuckle lamely.

It’s a plain reassurance, but your head is pounding. You’re still weak.

The tapping doesn’t change. You recognize the technique he’s using to ground himself for what it is, besides his blade being cocked for all to see despite the peaceful area. It’s impossible to tell what he’s thinking, but maybe he isn’t, and that’s just it. That’s what’s wrong.

“It’s okay. I’m okay,” you say again. “Can I sit with you?”

His severe gaze drops. A crack in his armor appears when his shoulders deflate. The tapping slows.

Carefully, you shuffle back, giving his blade wide berth, and sit so your sides are touching.

You rest your head on his shoulder. At first he goes rigid, and then seems to slump completely.

“Everything’s okay, Levi.”

Tap… tap, taptaptap… tap… tap, taptaptap…

“…How’s your head,” he asks, or rather says in a soft rasp.

“It hurts. But that means I’m alive. Thanks to you.”

“Don’t be a fucking fool,” he seethes.

Your lips part.

“I was useless. And I’m the reason we were crushed. Staying awake all that time counts for shit.”

Each sentence, blandly spoken, comes seemingly punctuated by an invisible blow.

You stare. You kind of want to slap him. “I had three others trying that door with me. It wasn’t enough then, either… but we’ll never know if it was inevitable or not.

“Waiting was everything you could do. Ha… You gave your whole heart, as always. If you really wanted to be useless, you would’ve had to die.”

His chest wracks, and a sound that’s both a weak gasp and a surrendering, yet silent sob. His head bows and the tapping fails. You reach over and touch his gnarled knuckles.

“It’s okay.” You kiss his greasy hair and embrace him best you can in this position.

It’s okay. You can’t ask for solace, but your continued hearts’ beating, that you can, and that he gave you.

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Fun fact, this is going to be, like, the 5th or 6th time ive redone the timeline (which basically serves as my outline) for Wings in the Dark.

*Realizes a bunch of my ideas have been shifting when i try to look to my timeline for direction and reminders for little plot seeds i need to plant*

"OH my gods do i need to rewrite my entire timeline??? Is my timeline in need of an update?"

*Sees a death much earlier than currently planned. Sees an event i scrapped. Sees half of a years events that I already wrote into the year before. Doesnt see half the stuff im currently thinking of*

"OHmygodsineedtoredomytimeline"