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I fell sick

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Happy birthday Caleb! 🍎

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Pips failed her finals

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Damn..

you're not turning your fandom hobby into a job are you? giving yourself deadlines and quotas that you have to meet? focusing on the numbers instead of your enjoyment of the act of creation?

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No return night

I got the card yippee

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What did you seek, commander?

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I missed erwin posting so much so im slowly drawing him again!💦✍️

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Luv caleb jiejie..

My headcanon is jiejie shorter than mc LOL... and she fell in love with high heels because she wanna be taller than mc.

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I colored him hahahah paintint study

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He's showing off something

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MOre gege

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Forgot to post these here, but WHO LIVES IN A PINEAPPLE UNDER THE SEA?! Winbob Smithpants? Levward Ackercles? Hantrick....Starge? I should be imprisoned for these names.

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i see u a lot in @rinamars' lovely fanfic! eheh. i read C3 just now and illustrated the scenarios in my mind using your art style. i imagined it the strongest in this line:

"He was standing in front of a beach, wearing a white t-shirt and green swimming trunks, his golden hair tousled by the wind."

just wanted to say i appreciate your art style a lot!! thank u for existing :)

Hii Riee❤️❤️ its really been a while thank you so much... just saw your message when i decided to start picking up the pen for good again thank you once again beautiful soul ⚘️

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🍎🌿 floating floraletter

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I have so many fluff erwin x oc contents its embarassing 🤣😭 while my eruri wips are currently sad and eepy...

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Summer came early

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SUGGESTIVE CONTENT AHEAD.

SOMETIMES, there's just this lurking point of concern that Erwin couldn't stop kissing you while you're talking.

"I'm sorry the eggs were burnt earlier," you sighed upon closing the door of his office.

He peaked his head from a huge folder with a smile. Instead of asking you to come over, he stood up and walked towards you.

"Well, it had a distinct smell." But his hands made you doubt if he actually was disappointed. It roamed around your waist, slid up your hands until it reached your shoulders. He pushed you softly so you'd be pinned at the door.

"Yeah. I'm such a terrible cook."

"Uh-huh," he went to your ear and showered it with chaste kisses.

"And when I took a day off for the household stuff." After all, you feel bad as Levi and Hange tease him about having a partner so ignorant of house management.

"Yeah?" He cupped your cheek next then peppered the other side with pecks. "How unfortunate." He didn't seem to hear it, though.

"Are you even listening?"

"I am."

"What did I say?"

"Uh... the egg was burnt?"

"And?"

He chuckled lowly; he had no idea what you said and he didn’t care one bit about it. All he’s concerned for is feel you further. He buried his head in the crook of your neck then landed another kiss. "You smell good today, so much for having the entire kitchen stink."

AND IT'S NOT JUST THAT; sometimes, his hands seem as though it needs to be contained. So much for being known for his composure. It doesn't even matter what his mood is. Throughout such, you can’t help but have the urge do the same in pursuit of annoying him.

"Tired?" you mused as you handed him a cup of tea. He had his head down at the table. After a few seconds, Erwin sighed, shot you a look (and god the pity you had felt when you saw his eyes—so exhausted, so vulnerable, so in need of comfort), then tapped on his lap.

"What's with your lap?"

He let out a tsk. You knew what he meant and he’s not in the mood to tease around. "Please."

You let out a strained chuckle, sat on him, cupped his cheek and showered his face with kisses—from the bridge of his nose which you admire so much, corner of his eyes and lips, his temples, and when you went to the crook of his neck he closed his eyes with a sigh.

Well, he doesn't seem to be annoyed.

And so you did more. You languidly caressed his biceps, down, down, and down until you reached his thigh. You waited for his reaction, perhaps one akin to “What the hell are you on? You don’t do that a lot.” because a tired Erwin is a grumpy Erwin. But much to your surprise, he returned the actions very well.

Before his hands unbutton your top, you stopped him with a glare. “You are tired.”

“Yeah, I am.”

“Why are you not grumpy?”

“Uh,” the poor man was confused, “do you want me to?”

“You’re supposed to be irritable. Even Hange can’t mess around with you if you’re in the peak of exhaustion.”

He finally understood your agenda of vexing him, then. “Well, are you Hange?”

That was enough answer on your end. He can never be annoyed with you touching him. Admitting your defeat, you huffed and leaned your head on his chest.

BUT WELL, if there's something to remember about Erwin, it's that he's never absolute.

"Can we do it?" He whispered with lips on the crown of your head.

"Do what?"

He didn't answer. You shot your head up with curled eyebrows and stiffled laugh.

Is he perhaps getting shy? Really? When both of you had already gotten this far?

Erwin huffed. He knows what you're thinking about. Don't get him wrong; he's not shy—he'd never be. It's just that both of you have been so direct, may it be from touches or favors. Thus Erwin, for the little chance he could get, wants to make it different even for a moment.

He wants to… well, what really does he want?

Your chuckles tipped into loud wheezing, under complete impression that your huge man is indeed a shy lover boy underneath.

Oh, it really didn't take long for Erwin to realize why. You make that face whenever you see something new. New things amuse you. And apparently, that smile is so beautiful and he wants to see more of it. Erwin can and will forsake anyone just so he could bring you things that you could smile at, and after doing so, he will watch silently in pride—he pulled out that face on you, yes. Yes, he did.

"Am I not allowed to get shy?" Erwin lied as he cupped your face and peppered kisses on your cheeks, up to your eyes, forehead, then towards your ear. He went on until it became ticklish.

"Oh no, you sweet boy," you held back the chortles in consideration. Erwin almost huffed a teasing chuckle. You really tend to believe him so quickly. "What do you want to do, hm? Tell me."

Erwin noted to not be too direct. "Can I love you even more tonight?"

"How would you love me even more?" But it really didn't take you long to understand as soon as his warm hands entered your shirt.

"Heh. Glad you asked."

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