#(idk why i bothered giving half these characters last names they don't matter)

[ghostie-gengar]

news flash! three more teenagers want ghetsis dead

Rosa May had a peaceful and unassuming life at her ranch near Floccesy Town, at least, until Team Plasma took over. It was one thing after the other, and then her best friend Hugh was wrongfully arrested! This is the last straw for her, so she decides to go rescue him, befriending local musical artist Roxie along the way. Rosa May is quite shy, and really doesn't want to hurt anyone, so she can't help but feel overwhelmed as she's slowly being dragged into something...legendary.

I hope she knows that she isn't alone and that she can rely on her friends...

[corvlth]

Ya know what, fuck it, I'll be cringe on main and post it. This was initially supposed to be a comic, then i thought that'd be too much work, then I wanted to go through all the team and have a cool moment where Ash reveals their name that's borrowed from the childhood friend that died, but I'm not strong enough to write all that. So have this, make of it what you will. Idk what do people who actually know what they're doing put here?

Characters: Ash Miller, Erika Engels, Dima Romanoff (they're all ocs don't bother looking em up)

Warnings: blood, implications of abuse

Word count: 1246

    Noises of foreign words made them stir in their sleep. They didn't want to wake yet, their muscles were sore and tired. They remember... what do they remember? They were on the run. After Ceanu disappeared. Why did he vanish again? He... he was... they couldn't remember.

-

They ran away, just like that. Secured the border guard shift at night to the north, where the forests are thick and mountainous. They don't remember what possessed them to do this. Cowardice? Maybe. Maybe the fear of facing the death of the only loved one they had in their life drove them to run away like a coward.

    The memory of sweat beading down the side of their face, eyes darting about like a deer as they waited for a moment, a silent opportunity to book it, anything. It came, finally. Was it 3? 4 at night? Doesn't matter. The other guards were all quiet and distant. They took a sturdy wooden chair and broke the glass window, then jumped down and started running with no destination in mind. Not even daring to employ the wings. Flying would just give away their position and the forest was too dense for that. Paranoia set in. They've never been outside the border, were threatened plenty about that. Heard that it's even worse out there. Whatever abuse, overwork and fear was inflicted unto them here, it was for the good of the nat ion and everyone's safety, as to not end up like everyone else on the outside. Did they believe that? Yes, completely. Now they're taking their chances.

    They couldn't hear anything besides the blood rushing though their veins and their labored breathing as they ran, as fast as they could away from the wall, between the trees, through the brush, trying to make as little sound as possible, thinking about any possibility of getting tracked down, like the mechanism inside their chest cavity, but they might die if something there breaks accidentally, so...

    They hid behind a thick oak, heaving, and grasped the metallic ear tags on their ears, denoting their serial code. Serial code that marked them as the first of what was supposed to be many experiments to create the perfect super soldier in taking down the west. They yanked out the tags with all the force they could muster, tearing their ear lobes in a bloody mess and hid the metal pieces in the hollow of the oak behind them, hoping that'll buy them time from being found, before going back on the run.

    After that it has been... days. Maybe weeks. Just running, foraging and avoiding danger and human settlements. Catching a wink of sleep once in a while. In some abandoned barn, up trees, caves, wherever they found. What even for? What's even the point of this? Where were they trying to go? Their best friend is gone and now what? Into the loving arms of the enemy? They had close encounters a few times. Some farmers, dogs maybe. No idea who tipped their location off to the enemy.

    After weeks of sleeplessness, starved half to death and disheveled, they were too exhausted, too distracted, maybe, to notice the large net flying at them and taking them down. Large silhouette standing over their tangled up form writhing on the ground with a rifle, speaking in a language foreign to them, before hitting them roughly with the butt of the rifle over the head and knocking them out as the last thing they heard were the blades of a helicopter closing in. Did they not make it after all?

-

    And now, they stir again, slowly opening an eye, and then the other, taking in the bright lamp over their head. As their eyes adjusted, they take in their surroundings. A small, sterile that was made to look like the inside of a can by the shiny panels of the white walls. Looks like a medical clinic, and the screen next to them beeped in time with their heartbeat. Through the muddled glass on the door they saw the source of the previous noises. Two people arguing. What appeared to be a tall, muscular blonde woman and some doctor, judging by the lab coat.

    The woman raises her tone, saying something they couldn't understand, and gesturing threateningly to the puny middle aged man in front of her. At least that means they weren't taken back home, judging by the foreign language. They try to sit up, but their sore muscles give away from exhaustion, making them fall back on the bed with a thud. That seemed to alert the woman at the door, who barges in, looking them over with a distainful glare and barking something at them, some string of unknown questions.

    Another person enters, a behemoth of a man with a dark beard and equally cruel green eyes, who's face reminds them of someone from really long ago, not that they can recall exactly. The guy must be the one who hit them in the head back there. He exchanged some words with the woman before she sighs and seemingly agrees to whatever it is he said, and he approaches them, absolutely towering over at almost 7 feet tall. As he bent over to pick them up, the small but unmistakable colors of the american flag come into view in the form of a small patch on his vest. They've had their fair share of run-ins with the americans, when they came to attack.

    The guy kept a tight grip on them as he followed the woman, his commander probably down an equally white and sterile looking corridor, every other person wearing white coats was stepping out their way and whispering among themselves, no doubt about their arrival. They look up at the guy and he glances back at them with a threatening glare, as if cautious of them attacking him or something. As if they can in this condition. They look absolutely pitiful.

    They eventually come up on a round door and the woman raises a hand up to a panel in the wall, which makes a horizontal line of light go up and down the panel, scanning her palm, before another section of the wall opens up, revealing a numpad for which she inputs the code for. The door opens, revealing a small room. They've never seen anything like this before. The technology they had at home was all rusty analog dials and buttons. This was all so... Alien. Too clean for them, it seemed unnatural. The woman turns around, giving an order, to which the man grunts and steps inside, giving them a good view of the room, after they are placed on the bed. Small, white and mostly barren, in the shape of an L. Cold, geometric shapes all around, no windows. Another door to their left, a bathroom perhaps. Nothing much in terms of comfort.

    The woman says something to them, a threat. Not that they can understand, before turning around and leaving, along with her subordinate. A "don't you dare try to run away or break anything" perhaps. They do not know. But that matters little at the moment. At least they no longer have to run now. They got caught, and they will have to face the consequences. But not now.

    They heave a tired sigh and turn around to face the wall, falling back asleep and giving their sore limbs a chance to rest and heal.

[ackermanshoe]

Edited lmao: warning this is kinda pointless and alot of farfetched theory and a veryyy long post please read at your own risk 🤡

Edit again: my analysis when I started it 1 month ago: 👩‍💼🖨️📇✒️🖋️✏️

My post now: 🤡🤡🤡🕯️🕯️🤡

Edit: I started writing this like ages ago but I don't see my own point with this writting and I'm editing it after reading @nini14 's Ackerman breaking the cycle analysis and I feel like both of these go hand in hand. So without further ado:

Triangles

Let's see as we all are made aware that aot significantly revolves around trios of friends such as the following :

Although these are the main trios that is noticeable, other trios can be made out by taking some characters from their original trios to make trios based on looks / character and dynamics. And this is where my argument comes in with this trio:

Their dynamic has always been mother father and son. Now let me explain, idk if anyone has heard about the drama triangle but here

These terms can be applied to MLE trio, Levi being the persecutor, Mikasa is the rescuer and the victim being Eren. In the first 3 seasons at least, Eren was being taken away and his decisions constently put him in danger, Levi being the persecutor who always gives Eren what he deserves for being a pain the ass and Mikasa being the rescuer always siding with Eren and protecting him no matter what. Do you see it?

This is Mikasa to a T.

The following is an example of the dad being the rescuer and the son "junior" being a victim, and much like Eren, could possibly refuse the hand that is helping him.

So that being said now that we have an understanding of their dynamics in the relationship, let's get back to understanding a triangle. Did you know triangles are one of the strongest shape because it has three sides that rely on each other hence shifting their energies on to each side and it makes the perfect shape for a bridge, architectures favourite. Why am I tell you this?

Because these dynamics that every trio is made up of in aot is because they have strong relationships.

Someone mentioned isayama loves putting move triangles and I couldn't help but agree, look at how many times he has placed Eren historia and an angry Mikasa? And subtly he has always ( to me at least) hinted the love triangle between Levi Mikasa and Eren, outside of their father-mother-son dynamic. Personally this makes sense to me the most, fueled by mikasa's dream. A choice was there to make and she unknowingly chose Levi.

Now this brings me to the death of all the trios Levi has been part of, from Isabel & Farlan to hanjo & Erwin to where we are now. Our situation before S4 was EMA+Levi = 4 people but we all know that a square isn't as strong as a triangle so something shifted. Eren, even with him in it Armin and him were more connected as for Levi and Mikasa as a pair it was more obvious. Especially in the conversation EMA had in that stare place as depicted on @gilly-bj 's analysis on similarities between rivamika and Mika's parents. Not only was Mikasa placed directly next to Levi although being feets apart in reality but her lines "another conversation only you two understand" it. Visually and verbally divided Mikasa from Eren and Armin and connected her to Levi. Both alone.

Yet another triangle placed by isayama intentionally or not is Armin Mikasa and Levi.

Because a triangle represents the process of recycle and reuse it also represent the cycle of life, an on going thing that doesn't stop, a history that repeats itself. And going back to Ackerman finally breaking this cycle of tragic fate, will they?

The fact that the whole manga series start at chapter 0 is very suspicious in it self. Why does it isyamaa? A 0, a circle that comes back around? A 0 which represents both the ending and the beginning? Why is the 1st chapter called "to you, 2000 years from now"? ( That's such a fucking impactful chapter name gives me chills )

Before my theory start I just wanna add that the story started from a narrative perspective makes me wanna believe in rivamika even more. Did eldians share the same fate in 2000 years? Who knows, but I know for sure Erens and mikasa's dynamic as the impulsive hotheaded doer and their protective calm but strong friend thinker will continue forever just like the never ending triangles.

I forgot all these ppls names on chaoter 0 so PLS bare with me.

The main dude who heavily resembles Mikasa even tho he is a man, has a incredible power just like the Ackerman's as a human AND he can shift into a titan???? Last time I checked weren't Ackerman's the bio product of titans? Remember is science is on a ongoing journey and forever progressing towards the impossible ;)

Hmmm

The little girl who resembles Gabi, who has the same dynamic as Eren, the girl also looks up to his inhumanly powers, a little too much alike Eren's idolisation of Levi ( and looking up to Mikasa's strength I think )?

Lastly, chapter 0 makes me believe it was set in the future. Look at the buildings, 2 story buildings I don't remember seeing buildings like this in the pre time skip era have you? I could be wrong tho.

If Isayama is as smart as we think he is then he might have related this chapter to the whole plot of aot. 🤷 Or it could mean something. And here's where my theory comes in and it may not be the most favourable for eldians. Let me start with the good part tho, the guy who looked like Mikasa is could be a descendant from the Ackerman clan, but he isn't half and half like Mikasa and Levi, he's full blooded. Which might be why he has the power to shift ( idk this kinda don't make sense since Mikasa and Levi can't buy hush )

So let's say rivamika got married had a family they always wanted and had the peaceful life and 2000 years from then this guy^ existed. Oddly familiar to great great great grammakasa 💀💀.

The cycle never ended for eldians, the whole world could still be mad at them for Erens action and has the prejudice against them for a long time. And the fact that they can shift is never going to change even 2000 years in the future. And the guy ( omg I keep calling him the guy cause I literally can not be bothered figuring out his name ) who lives in a far more developed society with richer civilization within the wall. It could be possible that Ymir or someone erased the eldians memories ONCE AGAIN after the rumbling ended. Because Mikasa levi weren't effected they probably were excused and got to live as they pleased. This dude is also the reason why I believe isayama does not consider the Ackerman's as side characters at all. In the end the story might have actually started with them, alluding to "the ending is just the beginning" as said by kingsama himself. ( Wtf am I saying lol )

So yeah in conclusion as I said yes story is weirdly really influenced by a large amount of triangles and loops. And yes ackerman probably would break the cycle of death after all living through hell fighting hell all for what? If not recreating into a heaven, giving it new life. I do believe in rivamika living the life they are destined for with each other but eldians fate might just be too tragic for me to see them as truly free people who gets to roam around outside the walls as they please.

I guess my point is that everything that goes around will come around, that will bring good karma for the Ackerman's and maybe a repeation of the past for the rest of the world. 😩😩 I think I fully somehow believe Eren is gone for good. Unless isayama draws him waking up from a long dream on his bed then 💀👀👀 I will throw myself away.

Thank you for reading 💞 once again I'm so sorry this post isn't as good as I'd like it to be I am sleep deprived right now and it isn't worded as well as of like it to be. But hope my delulu ness was enjoyable at least. ✌️💀