[arlerts-angel]

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[arlerts-angel]

armin arlert. i summon thee.

[arlerts-angel]

i can't stop thinking about your despised roommate valko walking into on you masturbating. listen. LISTEN!!!!!

he's on the phone with one of his stupid tech bro college buddies. they're real deep in conversation until he accidentally catches a glimpse of you in your bedroom on the way to his.

he's dumbfounded; by both the way you're mindlessly touching yourself, and how blissfully unaware that he – the bain of your existence – is unbottoning his pants and touching his cock with you. at the sight of you.

"tch," he scoffs to his friend on the phone as he strokes himself. "i gotta go, my loser roommate is home."

[arlerts-angel]

was gonna write a fic but FUCK IT i have to get this out of my stupid little smooth pea brain

[arlerts-angel]

i really need to explore my selfship with yami sukehiro ,,

[arlerts-angel]

i wanted the chance to love valko, i am so devastated.

[arlerts-angel]

i for one am excited to meet valko but i don't think he'll pass zayne for me

[five-weenies]

𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞

𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐲𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐣𝐢 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 1.5k word count, sfw, angst, mentions of loss/grief, slight suicidal ideation

𝐚/𝐧: hello chat i have decided to maybe try writing a lil bit? ive been doing a lot of rp so im feeling a lil more comfortable with my writing skills but theyre still not the best #lol n e ways here’s some angst since i seem to be alright at writing that. lmk what yall wanna see next! my asks are open :3

ken was only 15 when he had lost his middle school sweetheart and he hadn’t been the same ever since. although her passing wasn’t his fault, the guilt kept him up at night for years- hell, some nights he still catches himself staring up at the ceiling wondering if there was something, anything he could’ve done to save her from her untimely demise.

each day that passed made him feel farther and farther away from her and he fucking hated that. there were so many things he wanted to tell her but couldn’t. so many little things reminded him of her, but maybe they only reminded him of her because he’d look for her in everything. who knows?

the days melt into weeks, months, years. he’d keep himself busy in any way he could to stop any and all negative thoughts to occur, thoughts that made him wish it had himself and not her and thoughts that make him want to do nothing more than join her on the other side. no, stop it. just gotta finish up this one thing and i can have another smoke break.

it wasn’t until his 20s that he decided he’d try dating again. takashi helped him set up a dating app profile and even helped him talk to some of the girls. each date would end up the same, though- he’d end up mentioning emma, the rest of the night would be silent, and afterward he’d receive messages along the lines of, “you’re a really sweet guy, but i’m not sure you’re ready to move on just yet and that’s okay.”

maybe it was fate. he despised that word after what had happened, but maybe it was. your car was pulled over on the side of the road, your hazards blinking as smoke comes out of the hood. being a mechanic, leaving a lady stranded on the side of the road in a car that looks like it’s about to explode the last thing ken would ever do. he got out his car and popped the hood open, waving the smoke out of his face. “looks like an overheated engine. i can fix her up for you,” he tells you.

“thank you so much,” you let out a sigh of relief. what ken didn’t know was that for the past couple days, minor inconveniences had been quickly piling up and ruining your mood and this stupid fucking car was the cherry on top. you were seconds away from a mental breakdown when you heard him tap on your window, fighting back tears as he gestured for you to roll your window down.

he had been running behind schedule that morning and was late for work, yet he still waited with you for roadside assistance to show up and bring your car to his shop. when they arrive, you were given the option to either ride in the three seated tow truck or with ken in his pickup truck. naturally, you’d rather not ride in a tow truck squished between two strange men, so you opted to ride with the samaritan who had pulled over to help you. ken leads the way to the shop, the tow truck close behind him.

after fixing your engine and giving you a discount on it, he had given you a business card for the shop before sending you on your way. he wrote his personal phone number down on the back- just in case you didn’t like talking on the phone, of course. his handwriting was shit, but he made sure the numbers were legible ans had even waited a bit for the pen ink to dry so you wouldn’t end up accidentally texting a wrong number.

as fate would have it, the two of you began to run into each other after that. at the grocery store, restaurants, gas stations, you name it. each time he’d ask you if your car was still running okay and he’d remind you that you have his phone number in case you need anything at all. after each run in with you, he’d head back to his messy apartment and check his phone just to see if you had texted. he wasn’t exactly sure why he was waiting for a message from you as he knew full well that if you did text him, it would be about your car troubles.

the first time you finally texted him, you needed your oil changed and he was happy to do it for you the following morning, once again giving you a discount. the next time, you had been pulled over for a broken tail light and let off on a warning. that same night, he had arrived to your place at nearly midnight with a new bulb for your tail light, fixing it free of charge.

the third time, though, you were feeling a bit bold and asked him if he had any plans for the upcoming weekend. his eyes widened as he read the message, his heart racing. after about 20 ish minutes staring at his phone, he had finally replied to say he did not in fact have anything planned. you wanted to treat him to dinner for his kindness. after a bit of back and forth bickering about who was going to pay, he finally gives in and replies to you:

that’ll be the first and last time i let a lady pay for me.

no hesitation, no worries, not even a hint of regret about the implication that there would be a next time. just playful banter. of course, as each day leading up to saturday passed, the anxiety and guilt crept up again. as saturday evening approached, he showered and put on his nicest button up t-shirt as well as one of his few pairs of jeans that weren’t stained with motor oil, not wanted to be overdressed or underdressed depending on where the hell you were taking him.

the night started off as expected- the two of you sat down at your table, one of you talked while the other listened. you told each other about what you do for work and in your free time. then, the conversation would shift to your dating lives. inevitably, he would mention his late girlfriend to you, opening up about how he hadn’t really been with anyone serious since her. it’s not like they were broken up, so he feels like he’s cheating on her any time he tries, so he had sort of given up. even so, there was that nagging voice in the back of his head that would tell him that there’s no point in trying again because there’s a chance it’ll just happen all over again.

“i’m so sorry,” you tell him, a sentence he’s heard one too many times before. only, it was different coming from you, no uncomfortable squirming, no breaking eye contact, no awkward silence for the rest of dinner.

“what was she like?”

he was taken aback by the question a bit. none of his past dates had ever asked him about her. he told you all about how they had met, how she used to be so shy around him up until she had confessed her feelings for him. he’ll save the depressing details for another day, but the two of you continued to hit it off.

“at least let me get the tip, y/n,” he had told you with a playful pout on his lips, “i feel bad makin’ you pay.”

“you’re not making me do anything. i volunteered to- hey!”

he placed a $10 bill on the table. “i’m tipping.”

“well, i already wrote it down on the ticket,” you showed him the bill that you had already signed, complete with an additional $10 tip.

“guess the waiter’s gettin’ a good tip tonight then,” he teased with a smirk.

the days melted into weeks, months. you two continued you see each other outside of his place of work. you were more than happy to take it slow, go at his pace as he navigated his feelings. as he began to open up to you, he grew even more comfortable with you. he’d begin mindlessly wrap an arm around you while the two of you would watch movies together, letting you sleep on his shoulder and then carrying you to bed, and capturing your lips into a tender kiss the following morning because you just look so beautiful even if you did sleep in the clothes you wore yesterday and your hair is a mess. he started to realize he wasn’t working himself too hard anymore and hadn’t even felt the urge to pick up a cigarette in ages.

when it came to dating, his buddies would tell him for the longest time that emma would just want him to be happy, whether he found that happiness on his own or with a new partner. he could never grasp that concept until now. emma was gone and couldn’t come back, and looking for her in everyone he met only made him feel worse when he stopped to think about it. once he was able to break that habit and started looking for other things that could make him happy, you came along.

[arlerts-angel]

𝑻𝑹𝑼𝑬 𝑵𝑶𝑹𝑻𝑯 — armin arlert x reader.

hurt/comfort blurb | wc: 173 | ambiguous reader | yearning | reunion | lowercase aesthetic intended |

note: this is probably rusty but this has sat in my notes app for a couple months. been rewatching aot and my home calls for me. armin, i hope you'll take me back.

"oh... hey. it's you."

armin's words are honey dipped, and weighted more than gold.

"it's been a while, huh?"

"yeah," you admit. life is like the sea; it's vast and beautiful, but the currents and tides can sweep you away in the blink of an eye.

"i've missed you, i hope that's okay for me to say."

he stares at the ground.

"i never stopped missing you," he states.

his words make your heart twinge.

"never? i find that hard to believe. you had no reason to keep-"

"i know. i couldn't help it; couldn't help myself. i just had this feeling you'd come back."

"after all this time... would you even want me? i know i wouldn't want me."

he swallows the lump in his throat.

"i'd be lying if i said i was 100 percent sure, but i'm willing to try, if that's what you want as well."

"please. i'll never stray again. you are my compass, my true north. i'll always find my way back to you."

[arlerts-angel]

OT5 IN 200 PULLS + R1 CALEB

I'M GETTING PREGNANT TONIGHT BABEYYY

[artsyririblobbu-deactivated2026]

he has something for u

[arlerts-angel]

wouldn't it be silly if... if i came back to tumblr

[arlerts-angel]

THIS NEW OFFICIAL ART HAS RESURRECTED ME HELLOOO SAILOR

[arlerts-angel]

and like the seasons change, so does she.

hi. if you're reading this, i want to say thank you, and if you read this whole thing, i'm giving you a warm hug and a cookie.

-> i'm archiving this blog.

there's been a lot happening in my life lately and seeing as though i'm not around much here anymore anyway, i think it's best for me to let go of this too.

i'll be making a new blog that will primarily be a personal/selfship blog. if you'd like the URL, please feel free to send a dm or ask <3 i'll try to be more active there.

thank you for all the love, support, encouragement you've shown me over the past couple of years. thank you for everything. i wish you and your blorbos all the best <3

love, mack.

-> original pinned post

(divider creds to fairytopea)

[arlerts-angel]

zayne and naomi honeymoon polaroids 🏝️☀️

[arlerts-angel]

thank you sm for 1.5k followers???

i think it will always be sort of unbelievable to have this many people know little ol' me :') if you're old or new, i am overjoyed to have you here and your support on my fics means everything to me. even though i'm not pumping them out like a machine anymore, i will forever be grateful to everyone who ever encouraged me to continue writing <3

i hope life is treating you all well and i love you 🤍

[peachsukii-deactivated20251001]

PSA! PLAGERIZED CONTENT: FICS & SELFSHIPS

Hey all. I’m literally shaking while typing this, so forgive me if this a lot. It's been brought to my attention (thank you to everyone who reached out and let me know) that there's been a blog (newly created today) impersonating me — copy/pasting my blog information, copying my writing and using my selfship and other art commissions as her own. She's using my likeness for her own OCs and my old writing from a year or more ago, in addition to my selfship lore with Bakugo specifically. I've attempted to message Aya (addressed below), but the damage has been done. The offending blog is @katsukis-peach and the direct link (since I am now blocked). This is NOT me or a sideblog.

This is all the information I could gather before she blocked me. Please share to spread the word, report her account and block her as necessary to keep yourselves safe. Tagging @fanfic-plagiarism-watchdog for awareness.

Stealing My Blog Layout

Aya's blog is completely stylized the same way as my own, copy/pasting my pinned, rules and tag formatting. Of course I don’t “own” the nickname/pet name of ‘Peach,’ but it’s pretty obvious where the theming came from. The name, Aya, is part of one of my selfship names, ‘ayarei.’ Don’t know if this was intentional or not. The pink divider used was also made by me months ago for an old theme. The icon and header art used are personal comms from @/fittsysart.

copy & pasted rules plus mimicking my formatting.

Stealing My Writing

So far, there have been three pieces of mine that have been stolen and reposted as Aya's own work. I would highlight the similarities, but it would be the whole post (minus one or two words/excluded sentences).

carrying him to his dorm room : theirs / mine

biting as a love language : theirs / mine

hating valentine’s day : theirs / mine

Stealing My Selfship Comms & Lore

I can't believe I have to even say this, but Aya has stolen all her lore for her OC, 'Ayane,' from my katsurei selfship. My own commissions, the copy/pasted trope info and the lore about our daughter, Ryuko. The only "difference" is Ryuko being changed to 'Naoto' and her OC being a hero (but kept my quirk ideology).

She's using two commissions of myself as her OC, 'Ayane.' Ayane's information is Ryuko's info, which is copy/pasted from her selfship page on my blog.

Aya Admitting Fault

I did attempt to message Aya in an effort to reach an understanding, but was immediately met with hostility (not surprised). I'll let the post speak for itself. She also went through my blog (presumably) and followed a bunch of mutuals and recent blogs I've reblogged from.

She followed me, tagged me in a post and then blocked me.

I tried to be as detailed as possible, but I cannot keep up with her blog now that she's blocked me. I have dealt with plagiarism in the past (with writing, my about me facts and selfship lore separately), but this one takes the cake. I'm beyond upset and cannot believe in 2025 I have to say DON'T DO THIS SHIT. I shouldn't have to defend the right to my own fucking commissions, let alone my writing. I’m not even a non-sharer, I don’t care if you ship with Bakugo in any regard. I encourage it! But my selfship with Bakugo is extremely personal to me, especially Ryuko. To have someone come in and just blatantly steal that away from me with no remorse is devastating.

Anyways. I’ve ranted long enough — please report (spam/harassment/etc.) and share this to spread the word to any other blogs she may take from in the future. Block her and good riddance.

[frknsteins]

adding this here in case it goes lost in tags! but is there any way to message the artist that they commissioned to have this user blacklisted from commissioning the artist they are using for self ship stuff? because if i were an artist i definitely wouldn’t draw for a plagiarist. :)