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As of late my Tumblr page has just been rants and Keith shadis post but I just wanted to bring this up because I feel like the quality of jjk smaus have gone down over time.
Incase you couldn't tell by the title of this post, JJK smaus (and smaus in general) feel extremely AI now. And I know AI steals from actual writers and that could contribute to the feeling, but smaus have started to feel like screenshots of AI chatbots, from extremely out of character texts, odd grammar, and repeating texts/ restating the same sentence over and over (example: character:hi! Im eating dinner! YN response:blah blah character: idk im eating dinner. And so on)
Although this could be chalked up to nonproofread smaus or inexperienced writers since a lot of jjk smaus (atleast from what ive seen) are made by new writers.
That being said, the influx of inexperienced writers could also be what's leading to more AI fics, because why learn how to write for a character when you can just throw a prompt into a machine and get it back? The amount of new users being overwhelmed by experienced users (that are amazing and dont use AI) are contributing yo the downfall of fanfiction as a whole
Ive also been seeing a lot of gen ai fics on ao3 and Tumblr, usually posted by people who plug their posts with so many tags and hide the "AI tag" at the very end", and fics being tagged with genai and smau posts forgetting to crop the "this is an ai chatbot not a real person" message.
Id like to add that i am not writing to discourage new writers. I believe new writers should feel welcomed by their respective community instead of being discouraged by larger artists. But I am begging you do not flood a place that is so uniquely human with ai slop.
Where is all the canon AOT fluff,angst,smut?💀 I don’t want a bunch of modern I want the actual story line😭where the characters that are fighting for their lives? The titans in the story. I want the real canon stuff.
in which you've managed to piss off your number neighbour after one single message & the asshole's gone right ahead & ... blocked you !?
ok so it does look like yn is telling herself good luck but that was a mistake levi was supposed to say that whatever icbb fixing it
mind u yn never saved his name & she STILL didnt clock the number was the same despite searching the first few digits in her phone every time she wanted to talk to him
pride and prejudice actually stressed levi out he did not think he would enjoy it at all fast forward he was yelling at the actors like they were 1) real people & 2) could hear him. did he watch the series or the movie or the other movie who knows?
levi texts nonchalant but he was actually Sweating bro. didnt get a single nights good sleep since she said Tea Instead Of Coffee. like ok yea that's me. sweating & SHAKING
yns coworkers were actually done with her like. him? Him??? wallahi
sorry if your name is gregory
he was also incredibly unimpressed at yn's transcription of his attempted confession like me personally i would kms
can we make levi ackerman super popular again??? i’m tired of rereading the same fanfics every night. like please im actually begging, i need something new😔
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~ 19, she/her
~ i go by a lot of nicknames, you can call me aurelia, elia, lia, ella, or auri
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~ i can speak a bit of tagalog, and i know a decent amount of french and spanish :)
~ freshman student at brownu
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~ i love to write, read, edit, ski, and surf
~ my music taste is so vast, i listen to quite literally anything (also always open to song recs, so feel free to send my way)
~ i'm a part of many fandoms! just to name some, are: harry potter (i don't support jkr), marvel, hotd/got, and aot
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Levi doesn't think you should be with an old man like him. You show him otherwise.
Or: in a post-war life, Levi learns to dance again.
FANDOM: Attack on Titan
CONTENT: Post-war, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Some internalized ableism from Levi but Reader helps him get through it, Reader is younger than Levi, Slow dancing, Basically a whole lot of comforting Levi in this one. For reference - I headcanon that Levi uses a wheelchair most of the time, but that at home, he'll opt for a cane.
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“You should find someone younger to be with.”
At first, you aren’t sure if you heard Levi correctly. It’s still early; the sunrise barely reaches the town's tiled roofs. Sparrows nibble around you, scavenging for breakfast. Everything is at a complete standstill.
Then you glance up from this morning’s newspaper. Levi is staring at the youth gathered around the city square.
“What did you say?” you ask.
Levi’s attention settles onto you, a half-lidded stare that’s no less charged than in his prime as the Captain.
“You’re still young," he mutters. "You’re still whole."
Well, if he didn't have your attention before, he certainly has it now.
You place your reading onto the café table, right next to the cup of coffee the waiter just brought. Your fingers linger on the edges of the newspaper, bending the corners with your thumb.
“Levi, I don’t want to be with someone else," you say, slow like you were carefully weighing each syllable with care. "I want to be with you.”
"You say that, but I can’t give you that.”
You frown, following his changing line of sight, back to the youth. In the distance, couples dance, following music coming from an accordion. They step and twirl, a resounding cheer (“ha!”) echoing with every count of twelve.
It brings you straight back to Paradis, to life within the Walls, to evenings spent in dingy taverns. Hange and Miche used to love dancing; they loved to drag you along. You wonder if Levi is thinking about those nights too.
"Are you talking about us dancing?”
The knot in Levi's throat bobs. He swallows it down with an almost bitter expression. “That, and more. Just look at me.”
“I’m looking, Levi.”
If only he knew—you’ve been looking all along.
All these years of fighting side by side, of fighting against titans and humans, of trying to bring peace to the world.
Just to arrive at a time and place where you could look at him.
And the sight grounds you.
Levi's eyes—one milky white and shuttered, the other a deep gray that reminds you of muted skies. His hair, silky black, embellished from the passage of time with strands of silver (like starlight, you think). A pearl-colored scar that twists below his lash line, running across the left side of his face, currently glowing from the dewy morning sun.
Everything about Levi has always been beautiful.
Despite that, you watch Levi retreats in his shell. His expression hardens and his knuckles tighten. It's the same old reaction you've grown accustomed to seeing. Levi did it Then, in Paradis, and he's doing it Now, in this new life.
But you? You rip through it, cut the distance apart. The feet of your chair rattles against the cobblestone of the street as you draw near. By the time you're settled at his side, you’re close enough to count the freckles splattered on the tip of nose.
“Levi, listen to me. You’re enough just the way you are. We can go through life as we please. Isn’t that enough?”
Levi remains silent, setting his posture like iron.
You tug at the hems of his shirt, twirling the fabric around your index. “Hey, c'mon now. Have I ever told you how handsome you are in the early morning?”
“Tch, don’t patronize me. You must want more than to be stuck with an old man like me.”
“What if I like my old man?”
“You should be with someone younger.“
“Who says?”
“I’m saying.”
Levi’s deadpan expression doesn’t falter under your even gaze, but his lower lip opens up slightly, as if he were trying to even out his breathing. A blue vein tenses down his neck. You have the urge to smooth it with the back of your hands.
But you focus on his words instead.
“Levi, where’s all of this coming from?”
“Does it matter?”
“Yes, of course, it matters. If it's making you have these thoughts, it matters.”
Levi's eyes narrow. You sigh.
“Fine, you stubborn man. You wanna know what I see?” you say under your breath.
There’s something vulnerable tied to Levi’s gaze. You hold onto it, sliding your fingers through his hair to brush care into his scalp. Your thumbs linger over the crow’s feet permeating the corner of his eyes. A constellation of wrinkles and spots dust Levi's skin, an aftermath of time and sun exposure. You run a delicate digit over all of it, ending along his scarred lash line.
Levi swallows loudly.
“When I look at you, Levi, I see the pain of someone who was asked to grow up much too fast. I see the face of a man who had to shoulder the weight of survival all by himself. I see the life of a soldier who has fought for peace so that all of them,” your head bobs in the youth’s direction, “now get to enjoy a quiet Saturday morning where they can dance without a care in the world.”
Levi glances over your shoulders, fixing a point like it was the most interesting thing in the world.
You bring your hands along the sides of his jaw, directing his attention back to you. “Levi, you’re everything I want. We fought for a decade to be here. Why can’t you recognize that?”
He attempts to shake his head. “You deserve more.”
“That's for me to decide."
"I disagree."
"You always trusted my judgment as a soldier, so please extend me that same courtesy in this life here. Trust me to know what I want.”
“S’not the same.”
“It is. I dedicated my heart to the Scouts back then, didn’t I? And now I’m dedicating it to you.”
Levi’s ears turn pink, his lips tightening into a pout that cannot be described as anything else but coy. “Tch, don't say shit like this in public.” He attempts to lean away from your touch, but you teasingly play with strands of his hair, coxing him to utter stillness.
You lift a brow.
Levi stays quiet. Your knees bump with his, and you remain close while you watch him think your words over. Somehow, though, you can tell he’s grateful to have you here with him. You’re the one still by his side after all these years of death and pain and misery.
The one who stayed.
And Levi conveys his gratitude by reaching to you at last, slow like he were afraid to be stung. He loops his fingers around your own, his thumb gliding against the pulse point on your wrist. Once he has his hold on you, he doesn't let go, slowly stroking your skin with his thumbs.
You exhale in solace.
“So, what's the verdict?" you murmur. "Should I continue praising you?”
He releases your hands. “Please don’t.”
You chuckle, moving to grab the newspaper once more. Today’s headline talks of peace negotiations, negotiations that are to be handled by Commander Armin Arlert.
“Listen, I meant what I said, Captain," you tell Levi as you smooth over the article, ready to pour your attention onto it. "Like it or not, you’re stuck with me now.”
Levi clears his throat as he takes a sip of tea. “Careful, soldier, that almost sounded like a marriage proposal.”
This time, it’s your turn to get flustered. You hide behind your wall of reading and when you peer over the newspaper, you swear there’s a ghost of a smirk tugging at Levi’s lips.
The evening is setting. Outside, waves crash against the cliffs while seagulls croak in swarms. You don’t pay attention to the noise; you’re inside the little cottage you and Levi share, too busy tweaking the machine Onkyankopon gifted you. It's a vinyl player—a machine which lets you play music records. Admittedly, you aren’t well-versed with these modern inventions, but this one you’re excited to use.
The record you’ve placed into the vinyl player comes from Onkyankopon’s home town. It promises a soothing journey filled with emotional highs—just what you need. With a grin plastered on your face, you press the play button. The tonearm hits the record and a lovely crack sounds across the living room. You lower the volume, and turn around.
“Levi, you coming?”
You hear a grunt in response, echoing across the narrow corridor of the house. “There’s no fire under my ass, is there?”
“Just a very excited me is all.”
Several moments later, Levi walks in, cane in hand. He’s fresh out of the shower. His hair is still wet, bangs clinging to the sides of his forehead, and his cheeks still have that rosy hue that comes from him washing it thoroughly. He’s wearing a freshly ironed shirt, and what Marleyans call jeans (which, incidentally, make his ass look great).
Your stomach flutters.
Levi raises a brow. “What did you want to show me?”
“Oh.” You blink, remembering your plan. “Right. Please, c'mon here.”
He does, walking towards you, something cautiously guarded on his face.
You roll your eyes and shoot him a playful smile. “It’s not a trap, I promise.” Your fingers move to the collar of his gray shirt, feeling the rough fabric of cotton between your fingertips. The color matches his gaze, it brings out the smoothness of his pale skin.
He really is pretty.
You tell him as such.
He scoffs, a lovely pink hue dusting the tips of his ears. “Don’t say shit like that.”
You shrug. “We’re not in public anymore, are we?”
“Spare me.”
“But I like to compliment you."
"That's not my problem."
"Fine, old man. Then I suppose I should show you.”
His eyes narrow, not unkindly or in an annoyed manner, but with the regard of someone who dislikes surprises, who knows you’re up to something.
You detach yourself from him for a moment, striding over to reach for the volume button and turning it up. As soon as the slow violin and piano tug through the air, you turn towards him with a grin.
“Let’s dance,” you announce.
To Levi’s credit, he doesn’t appear all that surprised by this turn of events. Well, he’s known you over a decade, so you suppose he’s learned a thing or two about you.
You take his wooden cane out of his hands, carefully placing it against the wall. For a moment, the two of you just stare at each other from across the small room, admiring one and another. Moonlight trickles into the room, gracing Levi with its touch. His gray stare is aglow, his hair like silver. Like starlight, indeed.
Taking a slow step in his direction, you slide into his arms, and he welcomes you like you were made to belong there all along. You take his invitation with a smile, offering him support for his leg while you bask in the comfort of his embrace. Levi places his left hand over your shoulder, the other finding a home along your ribs, fingers slotting along every bone. Safety. His touch sparks warmth across your body, and you bring your hands to the back of his neck, delicately smoothing his undercut.
“The music is starting,” you murmur into the shell of his ear. Tingles spread through your veins.
“Yeah, it is.”
The music isn’t anything like the one you heard on the square today. This track is slow and intimate, and so, your dancing adapts to it. At first, you take the lead, only taking occasional small steps back, hips swaying with the soft melody. Levi follow closely, so close that you listen to his heartbeat quicken beneath your touch.
Half a minute later, Levi surprises you by carefully taking one of your hands between his own, dragging his thumb over your knuckles. He guides you back into a slow spin, and you feel the air expand in your lungs as you take several steps away from him, watching your two shadows ripple over the silver spotlight. When he tugs you back and your vision spins, you think how perfectly your bodies align together.
“Levi, why are you so good at this?” you chastise playfully.
“Erwin used to make me attend these fancy balls in the Interior,” he says in your ear, the tenor of his voice rumbling against your skin. “I learned there.”
“Huh, that’s true. I remember the tuxedos you and Erwin wore now that you mention it." You chuckle. "You both looked devilishly handsome.”
“We looked like two pretentious snobs, you mean.”
"You say that, but I think Erwin took you along for a reason. We always did get the funding for every expedition.”
“Yeah.” There’s a note of fondness for Erwin and past memories, things you aren't exactly privy to, but that you're glad he gets to cherish all the same.
You come to rest a cheek close to his neck, submerging yourself with the warmth of his skin. “I guess this little dance doesn’t measure up to the lavish balls you’ve attended, right?”
His hand tightens around your own. “No, this is better.”
You smile at his words.
It isn’t until a moment later that you realize the music has stopped, that you’re both still slow dancing to silence. Outside, the sound of waves remains.
Slowly, you untangle yourself from Levi, looking at him like he were the lighthouse guiding you back to shore. Levi’s attention is already fixed on you, his face filled with quiet fondness. There's starlight in his gaze.
“You see," you say. "We can dance, you and I.”
Levi raises a hand towards you, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “If we can teach your clumsy ass some rhythm, sure.”
“Hey, don’t be mean.”
Levi snorts, and before you can say anything else, he surprises you by leaning over to press a kiss over your forehead.
And under the moonlight, you watch him at peace, and all feels right.
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If there's one thing that the ending of Levi's story in AoT has exposed, it's that a lot of people in this fandom have an ugly ass bias toward disabled people.
And if there's one thing that the School Casts post-credit scene has exposed, it's that a lot of people in this fandom have an ugly ass bias toward short people.
Sorry guys, Levi is disabled at the end of canon, and no, he's not taller or "healthier" in the School Casts clip. He's just a short man and there's nothing wrong with that.
Completely agree! This is why I always say that the way someone reacts to fiction reflects their real-life values. If people show this much animosity toward a fictional, disabled man, it raises real concerns about how they perceive and treat disabled people in real life. And just to clarify before someone twists my words: no, I’m not saying that one’s fictional interests automatically equate to their personal morals. You can enjoy a villain; you can like dark or morally complex content; et cetera. However, if you go beyond that—for example, if you actively try to justify the villain’s actions, like arguing that Floch, Eren, or Zeke were somehow right in their genocidal or fascist ideologies—that does say something about how you view those issues in reality.
Bringing it back to the original point, I think it’s a good thing that Isayama made Levi visibly disabled at the end of AoT. There is so little positive and accurate representation of disability in media. More often than not, disabled characters (especially those with visible injuries, scars, or mobility impairments) are portrayed as villains, their physical state meant to symbolize inner "brokenness" or moral corruption. But Levi—inarguably, one of the biggest heroes in the entire series, and I’d say the biggest—is unquestionably disabled by the end. That alone is a powerful subversion of harmful stereotypes.
Not only that, but Isayama also avoids the common trope where a disabled character’s impairment is erased or “fixed” by some supernatural ability. Levi is an Ackerman, yet even those abilities didn’t prevent his eventual disability. His injuries aren’t brushed away by some miraculous recovery or deus ex machina—he remains disabled. That’s incredibly rare in storytelling, where disability is so often treated as a temporary obstacle rather than a lived reality.
And the reaction from parts of the fandom proves why this representation matters. The way some people outright reject Levi’s disabled state—whether by pretending he somehow “got better” or by refusing to acknowledge his wheelchair use at all—exposes deep-seated biases against disabled people. It reflects an inability (or outright refusal) to accept that a heroic, strong, and capable character can also be disabled. The discomfort many express toward Levi’s ending isn’t just about preferring to see him in action—it’s about their inability to separate strength from physical ability, which is an ableist mindset. Levi’s biggest strength was never physical; it was always his heart and compassion that made him a hero.
The same goes for the School Castes post-credit scene. Some people just cannot accept the idea that Levi is and always has been short, because they associate height with power or attractiveness, or certain ideals of masculinity. The insistence that he somehow must be taller in that clip is just another way people project their biases onto him. But Levi’s character—and his appeal—has never been about conforming to conventional standards of height or physical ability. He is and always has been a complex, multifaceted character, and his worth isn’t dependent on being tall or able-bodied.
At the end of the day, AoT doesn’t cater to power fantasies. It’s a story about war and trauma, and it refuses to romanticize any of those things. Levi’s disability is part of that realism, and the way some fans react to it only proves how necessary it is to have more representation like his.
