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Hello! ♡ Didn't expect 50+ likes to my WIP, I feel very grateful and that's why I've finally decided to post the whole thing. Couldn't come up with a better title or ending, but I'm quite proud of myself for whipping out a short story about a new fandom in a relatively short time 🤗 enjoy ♡

NSFW part starts under the "Keep reading" 💋

Inspired by this artwork (art originally by einruji)

After the war

Fandom: Attack on Titan

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI), sexual themes (oral sex), post war Levi Ackerman, F!Reader, established relationship

Surviving the war with you by his side was barely short of a miracle. The two of you, together with Mikasa, Jean, Connie and the others, were all in bad shape, and while Mikasa went away with Eren's head in her arms, you all stayed behind and accepted some help and shelter by other survivors.

Time went by strangely at first, the days blurring together as you and Levi slept the pain and the bone-deep tiredness away as much as you could, bundled up in the same little room with one nice bed and a luminous window, holding onto each other as if still unbelieving that you two made it out alive together, after loving each other for years with the danger of loss hanging heavy over your heads. Then you both began spending more time awake, reminiscing, saying words that had been buried for a while and getting reacquainted with your own bodies, now changed by the troubled times you lived.

Levi had been afraid that his newly healed scars on his face, his blind right eye and his two missing fingers would make him repulsing to you; you were unsure of yourself, too, because you had gained some new scars as well and the stress of what you had endured had brought out a white streak in your hair that made you look older and strange.

But all fears melted away as soon as you got skin to skin with each other, enjoying some quiet intimacy with no sexual urge; Levi almost sobbed in relief as he got to rest his head on your soft breasts again, while your deft fingers carded through his dark locks and lightly scratched the cropped, shorter hair near his neck, but he managed to rein the worst of his emotions, his skin covered in goosebumps under your caresses. You weren’t as good as him, though, because a few traitorous tears managed to run down your cheeks as his strong arms held you against his sculpted, scarred bare chest, then his warmth and his steady heartbeat lulled you into a state of quiet, sleepy bliss. It felt wonderful as always, as if you never experienced the Rumbling and never got injured at all and you were just basking in the afterglow of lovemaking.

One morning, while Levi was lost in thought, sat in a chair with an empty teacup now discarded on the table, you snuck up on him on one side; normally, he would have reacted really fast, maybe in a knee-jerk way, an old habit he had since childhood, but in reality he saw you coming. Your eyes met and his steel grey gaze softened instantly.

“Hey,” he said, gesturing for you to come closer, and you obeyed, carefully wrapping your arms around his neck. His legs were still in too bad shape for you to sit on his lap as you would have done any other time.

“How are you feeling today?” you asked, scrutinising him.

“Kinda shit as usual. Still bruised. Getting used to my lost fingers and eye,” he answered, slightly gruff but with absolutely no bite when it came to you.

“Want some help to apply the bruise balm?” you offered.

“Yeah, I’d be grateful.”

You retrieved the bruise balm from the small nightstand, then went back to Levi. He dutifully held the tin in his left hand while you picked up some balm and began spreading it with utmost care, knowing he was still hurting in most places. Some of his bruises had now faded to green and yellow, but the biggest ones still were a riot of blue and purple.

Levi let out a few sighs while you tended to his wounds, loving you for your feather-like, careful touch on his battered body. Once you were done with the upper part, you slid down on your knees to take care of the bruises that littered his legs; he had a particularly bad one around his mauled left knee that made you wonder if he would ever regain full use of that limb again, and that’s where you put most of your care.

“Done,” you announced, taking the jar from his hand and screwing it shut before putting it aside, but you didn’t move from your spot.

“Thank you,” he said. His eyes had grown heavy lidded, and his lips were slightly open, and you were getting ideas. He leaned towards you, one hand landing on your cheek, his thumb stroking it. “I love you. I don’t tell you often enough, and I intend to make up for it.”

You leaned into his touch, almost purring. “I love you, too,” you said, then looked at him with smouldering eyes. “Let me show you a glimpse of how much.”

Levi’s breath hitched and his cheeks flushed red, his legs spreading on their own and making space for you to crawl between them. He couldn’t avert his eyes from you while your hands ran from his ankles to his hips, fingers delving below the waistband of his briefs; you briefly gazed back at him, then focused on the bulge in front of you, breathing in his scent, before mouthing him through the cotton.

“Fucking tease,” Levi hissed, shivering.

“You love it,” you retorted, enjoying the sight of the wet spot where he had leaked, still teasing him through the fabric.

“I do, but that’s no excuse to torture- ah!”

You had drawn his underwear down quick enough to make his cock spring free, slapping your cheek in the motion, and you wasted no time in taking him between your lips, sucking him down to the hilt in one motion and tearing out a choked cry from him.

“Slow down, please,” Levi panted, his good hand sliding down on your head to thread his fingers in your hair. Not imposing, just guiding. You nodded with a hum, the vibrations around his cock making him shiver again, then established a good, slow rhythm. You looked up at Levi to see him staring at you intensely, eyes heavy with both lust and love, his chest going up and down in an uneven pattern.

“Good girl,” he moaned, knowing you liked to be called this way, and you answered with an uptake in the rhythm and a flat tongue against the underside of his cock that rubbed his sensitive spot under the head with each stroke. It caused Levi to arch his back in the chair, his bandaged hand pushing back hair strands from his sweaty forehead, eyes scrunched shut, cheeks red and lips open in bliss while he panted.

“Shit, I’m not going to last,” he groaned after a while, struggling not to thrust into your mouth at full force, then he whimpered as you let him go for a moment, a string of saliva connecting his cock and your slick lips.

“That’s my aim,” you growled, drunk off his lust. “I want you to come down my throat, captain.”

Levi whimpered again and moaned your name as you took him back into your mouth. This time, you built up a faster pace that made his body tense and he murmured a string of curses under his already laboured breath, holding your head with a tight grip. You gave his balls a light rub and it caused his hips to snap, and you hummed to let him know it was alright and kept the steady rub going.

“Fuck, ah- love, I’m- fuck I’m goin’ to c-”

Levi’s orgasm had him thrashing, emptying himself down your throat with a groan so erotic it made you pulse hard between your legs as you swallowed his warm load, and soon it gave way to overstimulation so he had to pull out before falling back into his chair, sated and breathing heavily, a sheen of sweat shining on his pectorals and in the hollow between his collarbones. You got up, your knees slightly protesting the time you spent down on them, cleaning a stray drop of seed from your chin before leaning in to kiss him; he held your face with both hands while kissing you back and tasting himself on your tongue, the slightly rough material of his bandages tickling your face.

“Let’s go back to bed,” you suggested after tucking him back in, and Levi nodded and let you help him get back on the soft mattress in just a few steps, limping a bit while holding onto you and then lying down with his full weight, but you moved on all fours to hover above him, with an idea on your mind.

Levi exhaled harshly when your lips first landed on his left cheek, where three subtle marks stood, borne by three shards of a thunderspear; then your mouth was replaced there by your hand and his eyes fell shut while your lips touched every inch of his long, stitched scar that went from chin to forehead, going through both his lips and right eyelid. You swore you saw his lower lip trembling lightly in the meanwhile, but didn’t say anything.

“You’re still ever so beautiful, Levi, my love,” you whispered, cradling his face between your hands like the precious jewel he is, pecking him on his temples and forehead and then along his side profile, and Levi soaked it all up like parched earth.

Levi being unusually loose, open and vulnerable while you worshipped his body was something so beautiful it hurt.

He sighed while you kissed the lithe column of his neck and tasted the remnants of his sweat, shuddering when you found his weak spot. A scar lay there on his right shoulder, and you traced it lightly with your fingertip to feel its texture; another one was across his sternum, and you kissed it from one end to the other, his heart beating a fast tattoo underneath. His pretty pink nipples were taut from all the shivers, and you just couldn’t ignore them, but Levi was still spent and likely on the cusp of overstimulation, so you grazed each of them with small, wet kisses and breathed warm air against them. Levi moaned softly, threading his left hand in your hair to push your head against his chest. You obliged by stopping there to feel the texture of his skin, his scar, his sparse chest hair with your lips first, then with your cheeks, while your hands roamed over his flat belly and his hips, cherishing the contact and being mindful of the places where he still hurt.

“Feels good to be taken care of by you,” Levi whispered, holding you tight.

“Well, it feels good to worship you, too,” you murmured back, suddenly feeling sleepy.

“We have all the time in the world to make up for what we’ve missed out, now.”

#himani recs mdni #himani recs: levi

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beautiful-is-boring · 4 days ago

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TOUCH-STARVED LEVI ACKERMAN GETS A TASTE OF YOUR TOUCH, and the obsession behind it starts when your relationship with him becomes official. With many years of being with him, you get a full perspective on every look and act he does. Your patience serves as the pillar of your relationship—and the reason why it is still standing strong.

The moment you caress his hand, he begins to ache for more, the warmth of your hands comfort his whole being. When you pat his head affectionately publicly, your relationship still unofficial back then, he kindly swats it away, leaving a stinging sensation on your palm. Then, Levi slowly begins to crumble when you become bolder with your advances—especially after he accepted your confession.

Wrapping your arms around him sends him into a confusion for a while, before his fight-or-flight response vanishes after enjoying the warmth your hug harbors around his form. You pretend not to see when he nuzzles deep into your neck, knowing he’d rather die than admit to getting comfortable with your touch so early.

How about being intimate with him?

The muffled whimpers you induce out of him while caressing his sensitive spots never fail to make you shock. A light brush against his waist is enough to make him shiver. Levi’s grey eyes are hazed with overwhelming pleasure, ashamed to make any more embarrassing noises that will surely have you tease him forever. His naked body is resting carefully on your soft mattress, while his arms are wrapped around your neck securely as your hands wander all over. One of your hands tracing circles all over his sensitive lower back, adding stimulation.

“That’s—too much,” he sputtered in embarrassment, your hand caressing him between his thighs; his hips bucking up in betrayal to his protest, your lips kissing down to his pulse point. Your fingers wrap around his hot, throbbing flesh, stroking it with precision—your thumb rubbing his pinkish tip, already feels sticky to your touch. Levi cannot help but crumble under your touch; your eyes, filled with longing and affection, are only focused on him with no fail; he cannot help but feel so godly overwhelmed. “Stop looking, you weirdo.”

You grinned in amusement at the rising temperature of his body, evident on the flush of his cheeks—his words do not have any bite to them. His delicious, enticing soft lips are tempting you to kiss them—and you give in to your desire, meshing your lips with his. The loud moan that was about to erupt from his mouth has been swallowed by you. Levi’s mind whirls in a spiral, the core in his stomach heating up further as he realizes that you’re not stopping.

“You look so adorable being like this, why should I stop?” Your fingers pump him faster, making Levi’s back arch beautifully. Beads of pre-cum drip on your fingers; the double stimulation of your dirty, sly mouth, whispering such words against his lips and your hand in between his legs makes him release breathy whines, your ears relishing in his delicious sounds like they were made from heaven. “I know, honey, it feels really good.”

You coo at him like he was a fucking baby, his teeth on your lips grip even tighter—blood oozing from your lower lip, him prompting you to shut the fuck up. You only let out a chuckle, seeing the pleading, frustrated look on his face for you to spare him. Your grip around his cock becomes tighter, his body trashing a little around your bed—his hips bucking up involuntarily, thighs trembling a bit too much. “No, no, no—don’t look,” he whimpered shyly, his voice cracking as he was close to reaching his peak. “I’m getting close, fuck.”

You urged him with a loving grin, “Yeah? C’mon. Let it all out, honey.”

Your hand works faster, sending him into a frenzy; a large amount of white, sticky cum spurts out of him, making his eyes roll back as he orgasm. He was really pent up; you licked your lips hungrily at the sinful sight of his body covered with his own cum. Heavy breaths resonate around your room; your hands soothe his waist gently, seeing the mind-blowing orgasm had taken over his mind temporarily—Levi’s hazy eyes meet yours, silently asking you to do something about him after you made a mess of him.

And you are more than happy to comply by letting him in your arms, letting him seek your kiss as a comfort to what happened. Saliva mixed with his, he switches both of your positions together as his naked body begins to crawl on top of you, molding your body with his; his hands intertwined with yours, hips pressed against yours, moving them with slow friction that’s enough to build pleasure. Levi’s determined eyes open, his words whispered on your lips, needy and endearing, “Let me return the favor, please.”

#himani recs: levi #himani recs mdni

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beautiful-is-boring · 5 days ago

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Levi NSFW Week Day 6: Dry Humping

@levievent Don't mind me submitting this almost a month late 🙈 Still have no idea what I'm doing here and very much still accepting any and all constructive criticism 😳

Paring: Levi x Fem!Reader

WC: 1.6k

Content: Canon Universe, Feral Levi, Borderline Subby Levi, Dry Humping

AO3

Captain Levi Ackerman was nothing if not neat. His office was kept immaculately clean, each and every square inch scrubbed to a dull shine. Everything - each book, pen, and even the sparse few decorative items he possessed - were kept pristine in their own perfect place. There was never so much as a thread out of place. He claimed that it was merely because he did not care for filth but you had long suspected a deeper reason for his cleanliness: It was something he could control in a world, and a career, that seemed so filled with chaos. You knew he’d never admit to it - he might not even be aware of the fact himself - but Levi liked to be in control.

Which is exactly why you liked to make him lose it.

You did have to work for it, of course. Levi was an intensely disciplined man who had self-control in spades. He wouldn’t surrender easily so you had to be meticulous in your planning.

Today, you had started with breakfast in the mess early in the morning, brushing a hand across his broad shoulders and leaning past him to grab an apple from the galley tray in front of him. You made sure to press against him as much as possible as you whispered a soft, “Excuse me, Captain.” directly into his ear. His ears blushed a deep red when he was flustered and you were pleased to see the color present as you drew back, wrapped your lips around the fruit, and bit into it with a satisfying crunch. You were gone, walking towards the training ground with a sway to your hips before he could muster up any kind of response.

Next up was hand-to-hand combat practice. You had an uneven number of recruits practicing today which meant someone would have to go toe-to-toe with Humanity’s Strongest himself. While the rest of the group stepped back in sheer terror, you stepped forward with a bounce in your step, grinning at the unamused expression on your secret lover’s face.

You didn’t hold back. Not in trying to win - you knew you didn’t stand a chance against him even on his worst day - you didn’t hold back in using any and every opportunity to press and rub your body against his. It looked innocent enough, in the context of the combat you were practicing, but the bulge between his legs that seemed to grow bigger with each point of contact was anything but. You smirked to yourself when he called practice over a full 15 minutes early and hobbled off to his own private shower with his back to the group gathered on the field at every turn.

Your teasing continued throughout the rest of the day. During an ODM training break, you accidentally spilled water all over your shirt and stripped down to the tank underneath. If this caused your cleavage to be on full display when you bent to collect the fallen canteen, well, you couldn’t be blamed. When you sat across from him at dinner, your feet just happened to graze against his calves every once and a while.

By the end of the meal, his face, and ears, were flushed a brilliant vermillion and his whole body was tense. He grit out a terse, “My office. Five minutes.” before standing stiffly from the table and marching down the hall.

And that brought you to where you are currently: Standing outside the door of his immaculately (re: obsessively) clean office with your hand poised to knock.

You take a deep breath and rap three times on the solid wood in front of you.

“Enter.”

You do. As soon as the door closes behind you, your back meets it. Forcefully. Levi’s hands are on your shoulders in a vice grip and his eyes are burning craters into your skull. “You.” His hands move from your shoulders and he slams them down on the wood on either side of your face, caging you in. “Little.” He cranes his neck until his lips are brushing your ear. “Minx.” The word is hissed into your ear as his hips press against yours, pinning you to the door.

The position allows to feel exactly how worked up you’ve made him. You can’t help the grin that spreads across your lips at the very visceral proof of your victory. Levi catches it as he pulls back to look you in the eye again. He scowls in response. “Don’t look so smug. You’ve created this,” he thrusts against you and you can feel how hot and hard he is even through all of the layers of clothing, “and now you’re going to take care of it.”

Your grin spreads further across your lips. When Levi is wound up like this, he is all bark and no bite - you’ve brought him to this point enough to know. “Hmm,” You bring a hand to the front of his pants and rub up and down in a slow crawl. His hips jolt at the contact and your grin turns cocky. “And just how do you imagine I’ll do that? Like this?” You increase the pressure of your hand on his length, still moving at a painfully slow pace and he buries his face in your neck, biting softly to stifle a whine that comes through anyway. “Or maybe you’d prefer my mouth?” You remove your hand and lean forward until your bodies are pressed together at every single point. You intend to slide down his body until your knees hit the ground but you don’t make it far before Levi is pushing you up and against the door again with a strangled groan of your name.

His mouth and hips move in tandem, sucking deep marks into your neck and pressing deliciously into your heat. “Can’t wait.” He rasps between bites and kisses. Desperate hands rip your shirt open and the kisses trail across your now exposed collar bones before moving back to your neck. Levi continues to speak into your skin but can’t seem to form a complete sentence. “Teasing - all day - can’t - ah - drive me mad - you - fucking - ah - fuck -”

All the while, he drives his hips into yours in a stuttering rhythm. The friction is good, so good, but you’re desperate to feel him. You try to push him away - just enough to get rid of the clothing separating you but he only pushes in harder, driven by pure lust he can longer contain. The skin below your ear becomes damp as Levi pants against it, a thready ‘huh’ huffing against your neck with each frantic pulse of his hips.

You gasp his name and turn your head to the side, leaving him more room to work on your neck as you ask, “Thought - fuck that’s good - Thought you were gonna make me take care of you?”

His next thrust is rough and he keeps you pressed together, wiggling against your center in a desperate grind as he responds, “You are.”

Levi’s desperation climbs and the angle of his hips change. He’s now thrusting not just forward but up. You moan at the sensation of his thick considerable length rubbing across the span of your sex, head pressing intensely on your clit. Your own hips begin to cant as well, desperate to chase the euphoric feeling the contact brings. This seems to shatter the last dregs of control that Levi possesses. His hands drop to your waist, pulling you into him as he ruts against you like an animal in heat. The noises drawn from his throat are animalistic as well - low growls and grunts punctuated with high-pitched whines that have your head spinning. He’s lost the ability to be gentle in his feverish need - your head thunks painfully against the door with each thrust but you can’t bring yourself to care. You count it as a triumph, that you brought him to this state - mind half-gone with pleasure, too impatient to remove any clothing, panting and whining against your skin while he humps you with complete disregard for anything other than his incessant need for release.

The thought, in combination with the feel of his hard cock rubbing you in all of the right places, has you reaching your peak in an instant. You arch against the solid wood at your back and keen as the orgasm rushes through you, setting every nerve alight. Levi moans in turn and his hips thrash wildly as he finds his own release. You can feel the heat of it through your pants and the thought makes your clit give one more pathetic throb. You whine softly and Levi silences you with a very sloppy kiss. Then another. And a third just to be sure.

His whole body slumps forward against yours and he rests his cheek on your shoulder, looking up at you with a completely fucked out expression on his face. You can’t stifle a grimace at the wet spot you feel him leaving on your thigh. “We need to get out of these clothes.” Levi perks up a little at the suggestion and wastes no time on following through, tossing your shirt and brassiere aside as if the articles had personally offended him. The rest of your clothing is quick to follow and soon any coherent thoughts are cast aside as well.

Two hours and three orgasms later, you glance around the captain’s office. Clothing is strewn everywhere, a decorative bird that usually sits atop the mantle has been knocked to the floor, the neatly organized papers on his desk now lay in a jumble, and Levi’s come is dribbling from your aching pussy onto the couch that the both of you are lying on. You fall asleep smiling at the thought that Levi Ackerman’s office is always immaculately clean.

Except for when it’s not.

#himani recs: levi #himani recs mdni

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beautiful-is-boring · 5 days ago

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~ 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!

#himani recs: levi

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beautiful-is-boring · 6 days ago

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Three (3) British Hindus brutally assaulted in the United Kingdom

More details emerge. The perpetrators, who are Moroccan Muslims, asked their victims where they were from. The three Hindu boys replied Gujarat and Sri Lanka. Upon confirming that the boys were Hindus and seeing their sacred threads, the perpetrators carried out a vicious attack. Both the perpetrators and the victims were around 20 years old.

O Hindu, do you see? Two of the victims were Eelam Tamils whose own family probably fled from persecution. It still did not prevent those perpetrators from profiling them for their religious identity and assaulting them. The genocidal hate campaign against Hindus, especially during the Pahalgam Massacre, by the Pakistanis, had its tragic effects. It does not matter what India does. They hate you for being Hindu.

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beautiful-is-boring · 6 days ago

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reminder that gabi's whole character was a child who was indoctrinated her entire life to hate eldians and told they were demons (hence her basically spouting the same things the adults say) and had no other opportunity until she met the scouts to actually see they weren't bad.

once she finally actually met an eldian she realized they weren't bad.

aot s4 was fully anti-war and gabi's character is written to show what war and the aftermath of it can do to the human psyche.

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beautiful-is-boring · 6 days ago

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#lovely levi time

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#lovely levi time

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#lovely levi time

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beautiful-is-boring · 8 days ago

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When I say height doesn’t matter the rule only applies to this motherfucker

#lovely levi time

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beautiful-is-boring · 8 days ago

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Dinner

#lovely levi time #GIRL DINNER

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beautiful-is-boring · 9 days ago

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Hello, loved that levi ask and what you said is what i believed since bad boy came out, however there's this piece of information from isayama from his autograph session in 2018 he says :

Q: Kenny said he will never go to a brothel. Does Levi think the same way?” Isayama: “Because it’s an environment that Levi had been part of since childhood, it seems like he considers prostitution as just another ordinary job.”

I have a hard time seeing how this fit or maybe isayama changed his mind? What do you think?

This ask is in reference to this post.

Hi, anon, thank you for your ask! And thank you for your kind words. I’m glad I was able to verbalize some of your own thoughts.

You know, I’ve seen this quote referenced several times, and I also find it interesting. Now, I don’t speak Japanese, so I can’t entirely speak to (1) the accuracy of the translation and (2) the nuances of Isayama’s intended meaning and phrasing. But, based on how I interpret his words, I don’t think they contradict the idea that Levi may have experienced trauma related to the environment he grew up in.

When I read that quote, I interpret it as Levi not judging people who engage in sex work, not that he views the industry as entirely harmless. Growing up in the Underground, prostitution was likely one of the few options available for survival—especially for women like Kuchel. Levi knows that. He saw it firsthand. I think Isayama is saying Levi doesn’t look down on sex workers or moralize their choices because, to him, sex work was part of the economic reality of poverty. It was common. It was normalized. That doesn’t mean it wasn’t also exploitative, violent, or traumatizing; it just means Levi is able to recognize the systemic forces that put people, including his mother, in those positions. And crucially, it means he directs any judgment or anger toward those systems, not toward the people trapped within them.

We know, for example, Levi deeply respects his mother. He holds Kuchel in the highest regard; he honors her memory, seeks to remember her, and he never speaks about her with bitterness or shame (he even sees her as elegant). But that respect doesn’t mean he was blind to the toll her occupation took on her, or on him. Levi understands what poverty and desperation can do to people. So it’s entirely consistent that he would view sex work as “ordinary” in the sense of “commonplace” or “survival-driven,” while still recognizing the harm and coercion often embedded in it.

Those ideas aren’t mutually exclusive. You can have compassion for the individuals involved, even as you criticize the system that exploits them. And Levi, more than most characters, is capable of holding those two truths at once.

Also, it’s important to recognize that Isayama’s comments outside the manga often reflect a broad, neutral stance. He tends to give room for multiple interpretations and has admitted before that his thoughts on characters evolve over time.

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Hello, loved that levi ask and what you said is what i believed since bad boy came out, however there's this piece of information from isayama from his autograph session in 2018 he says :

I have a hard time seeing how this fit or maybe isayama changed his mind? What do you think?

This ask is in reference to this post.

Hi, anon, thank you for your ask! And thank you for your kind words. I’m glad I was able to verbalize some of your own thoughts.

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