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this is my formal goodbye to my followers and to the aot community in general

i've been in the community for years, going on maybe 6-7 years now (i think lol) and i'm leaving now because of the simple fact that i've grown out of this, not because of anything personal. the happiness that i once had for this fandom is disappearing (to be fair, i mentally checked out months ago but i wanted to keep this account running for the people that were following me)

since i've mentally moved on and planned my "physical" exit from this fandom i found other things that interest me and those fandoms have my full attention and energy

i don't wanna tap to much in this post and make it too long😭 but i just wanted to say thank you for following me, for liking my post, for liking my writing, thank you for just sticking along with me

i won't be deleting my account, it'll be open for anyone to see my posts but from here on out i will no longer be posting<33

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Attack On Titan Chapter 137 Zeke is one of my favourite characters I feel like his whole character development is extremely overlooked. He spent so long feeling awful and depressed. He had so much shame in himself, that he wished he had never existed. Ofc he isn't perfect, but he wasn't the problem of all things he thought he was. If only he had looked around at what he had sooner. If only he was kinder to himself. I relate to him alot. I had my baseball, I had my leaf. Right in front of me and I didn't acknowledge it. Is it asking for too much now. After all the mistakes I've made, the people I've hurt. And most of all the damage I've done to myself. Is it asking for too much to enjoy what I can hold onto now.

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is it that hard to say "i love you" in the aot universe??😭

ft:(eremin, reijean & yumihisu)

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this panel shows just how really deep zeke believed in his ideology

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my boyfriend<3

idk how ppl still choose younger zeke over full bearded looking DILF grown up zeke

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i believe Dina was taught to be an obedient submissive wife, willing to do anything as long as it was for the betterment of the Eldian Empire

but i do think when she and Grisha placed 6 year old Zeke into the warrior program, she hid her true feelings that she did not want to do that. she would go into Zeke's room assuming he was asleep and cry, begging for his forgiveness. trying to imagine a world where he was an infant again, so she could easily grab him and run away.

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genuinely i appreciate the thirst like i get it, but the fanfiction famine is real with zeke yeager is so real, that i need something aside from smuT Y’ALL PLS

LIKE IK HE EXTRA FINE AND HE REPRESENTS the dilf attraction we’re all trying to suppress but he’s fine asf and that’s ok,….. but i need ROMANCE??? FLUFF??? ANGST???

PLSSSSS END MY SUFFERING PUT AN END TO THIS FAMINE

ps: still also actively looking for hange zoe x reader fics so 🤭🤭🤭 heyyy

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just a random template i found on pinterest

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can we please have a Drabble about Zeke being studded out by Marley to make a new generation of Warrior candidates ? You and I both know it would eat.

🫶😭 ofc, i love this idea

they looked so happy, hanging posters of his face on every corner. where children, big and small came to hope and stare. "warriors! the pillars of marley, the great shifter soldiers!" they often said. but it was all fake, marley didn't give two shits about their warriors, the soldiers they seemed to glorify so much. zeke's stomach stirred after every mission, bags of sleep grew darker from underneath his eyes as they worked him tirelessly, order after order barked at him like a dog.

"look at that…" pieck pointed, her attention focused on the children below the balcony, playing at being shifters. bittersweet, it was. "they have no idea," she added. zeke shook his head, smoke from his cigarette curling as it released from his mouth. "and it's me they're mimicking." he said solemnly, staring at one child in particular with the glasses so similar to his own.

"new generation of warriors they say." pieck sighed.

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random pictures i have of kenny

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people forget that zeke's hatred for his father not only stems from the abuse he endured from that man, but the effect that man's decisions and sins have had on his surviving family. aka zeke's grandparents

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this but from zeke's pov 🫶

much like a dog; a muzzle was thrown over my face, forcing my jaw shut yet i bite my tongue and decide not to bark. not like i could anyway, my throat felt raw and ragged, tears pricked the corners of my eyes but i dared not cry.

not now, not here. their eyes are all over me, a dog i am. one to do tricks and perform for their hungry eyes but sometimes even a dog gets tired of being kicked.

"hold him still," one urged, voice muffled by my own hazy senses. "we've been over this thousands of times. don't try to resist, it'll only make it worse." he advised as a needle pricked my skin.

then did my vision blur…perhaps this dog was finally being put down.

do you think they muzzle Zeke to prevent him from using his powers

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sometimes I think about how Zeke probably would not have told his grandparents what he was being put through as a warrior to not burden them.

they had already lost both of their children at the hands of the Marleyan Government, Zeke probably thought anything that he was going through was only a fraction of that and not worth his grandparent's worry

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I can't get over how young Zeke is compared to say Levi or Erwin? (or even compared to Miche or Moblit) he comes off as way older, probably partially because of the beard but still, when he's introduced he's literally only 25

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content warning ﹣ domestic violence﹒alcoholism﹒cheating﹒suggestive﹒continuation

"levi ackerman, humanity's strongest. what a…sweet name." your husband, alois spoke lowly in the presence of others. a glass of wine, never too far from his hand as the man you married was a heavy drinker. well, to be more transparent; you were forced into this marriage. the man you wanted to marry was close, yet somehow so far away. your father had always hated levi, his cruel confession chirps in the back of your mind every time you find yourself forgetting how you ended up here. "i sent a letter to your sister, she managed to join the military police-" he breathed only to become breathless once more, living in the underground while aging had gotten him sick; it was a matter of life and death. "she freed herself from this place. she'll come to get you once i'm long gone." he said. "i want you out of here, away from that boy and his-" a cough eruptted from your father's chest, loud and painful with a tender throat.

you couldn't stay to hear another word, you didn't want to leave levi, or furlan, not even isabel though you had no choice in the matter. you dreaded every day since then and when your sister finally came back down to get you she immediately married you off to your now husband; a noble man living in wall sina.

it was far from the life you envisioned, the one you hoped for with levi. instead, you were carted off like some cow meant for breeding—practically sold to some noble snob who got increasingly violent when he became drunk. "i heard he was as strong as an entire brigade." you muttered, watching noblemen and ladies dance underneath the shine of the chandelier. "he's incredible." the admiration never left your voice when you spoke about levi but alois just scoffed. his breath stank of red-wine when he turned to you. "is he paying you to stroke his ego?" he asked, though you knew better than to answer. then he walked off, most likely to the next whore he planned to fuck. boring, he often called you but it didn’t bother you as much as he thought. your body, soul, heart and mind belonged to another as soon as he turned his back you would run off to find levi; it's why you loved these overly extravagant balls so much. when the regiments would join together in a fundraiser, drinking and dancing, gossiping and singing. now, all you had to do was find levi. he wouldn't be hard to find as his dark-raven hair and silver irises always stood out to you. humanity's strongest, truly a sweet name.

you wandered the halls, pushing past nobles and soldiers alike. distracted by your thoughts you bumped into someone, hearing the surprised gasps of many. "oh!- shit, i mean-" you stammer. "i'm so sorry, so sorry!" you apologized, grabbing a napkin as they turn around. tall with thick brows and blonde hair, the man's form loomed over you but it didn't feel intimidating. "it's alright, don't worry." he assured you, his white shirt stained with the dark, scarlet red wine. the crowd scrambles as they realize that the situation is defusing, embarrassment still festers in the pit of your stomach. your eyes search his face, his uniform and the wings on freedom dawning his attire. the survey corps, this man was erwin smith. "you-you're erwin smith, aren't you?" you found yourself asking. the man confirmed with a nod and a soft smile. "yes, i am." he chuckled. "erwin!" a voice all too familiar, deep and stern. darkened hair and a darkened expression, levi. there was no doubt about it, he finds himself a way through the likes of people, smelling of wine, sweat and perfume. "levi?" you practically push erwin out the way just to see him. he was out of uniform, instead, he was clothed in a black suit, ascot, and dress shoes.

levi's brows rose, his expression showing surprise before his face softened. "hey," he whispered, desperate to grab your hand and lead you away. "do you two know each other?" erwin interrupted, still pinching his wet, blemished shirt. "…we have history." levi put it plainly, you were grateful for that. erwin didn't miss his friend's gaze, stuck on you, his eyes wandering down your frame. "then i should probably leave you two be—to catch up." erwin cringed a bit, it was odd seeing levi so entranced. he left before you could protest, not like you could anyway.

levi wasted no time in grabbing your hand, erwin leaving was the least of his concerns when you were right in front of him. "levi?-" the halls became quieter and quieter the deeper levi led you through them, old paintings and pretty decor gave some sort of life in the near, dead silence. "i'm taking you home, i can't stand this anymore…" levi spoke. "i can't sleep knowing that you're with him, i'll get you out of here, away from him." his words spoke to you, bittersweet memories of wishing that he were the one to sleep beside you at night, wake up next to you, messy hair, lightened in the sun's sweet kiss. "i love you, levi." it fell from your mouth like second nature.

"i love you too…"

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