A brief post on why and how to be considerate in comment sections!
I finally understand why people are frustrated/sad when part 2 of a fanfiction doesn’t come out. I’m a little bit emotionally invested in this one Suguru fic right now. It’s 3 parts, but only 1 part is out, and the writer has been absent for months. I’m a wee bit emotionally devastated (but I’ll get over it).
SO I GET THE MORE DEMANDING COMMENTS NOW. I understand why people say “when is part two coming out” or “it’s been a year… is part two ever coming out??” — that being said, those kinds of comments are inherently rude.
When commenting something like that, you create a sort of pressure on the writers end, because there is an undertone of a demand. When people ask “when is it coming out” and say “it’s been x amount of time” - it’s implied that only your needs are important. That *you expect a part two* from the writer. Remember folks, writers on here are people too. Try rephrase how you ask about part two:
You can say, “Hey! I loved this fic so much! (Maybe even insert feedback on WHY you like it, as that means a lot to writers <3). I was wondering if you plan on making part two anytime soon? No worries if not, I’m just curious! Love your work, will gladly be on a tag list!”
This way, you’re not making a demand— you’re asking your question while being grateful, respectful, and considerate. It’s not easy work to be a writer for everyone (for some it is, for many it’s very time consuming, etc!)
Please don’t ever direct your frustrations towards writers. We aren’t paid for this, and have our own very busy lives!
I understand it sucks when a writer says they’re going to post something, but they don’t and haven’t. But please remember, they’re people too. Go ahead and ask for clarification and offer grace! You deserve to ask for clarification! But because this is a free service and platform, no writings are owed to you. We all should be considerate to one another 💗
A familiar voice pulled you out from your own mind. You glanced up at the soft-spoken man in front of you. His shaggy blonde hair fell in front of his face, framing it perfectly. The flashing lights reflected off of the lense of his black-framed glasses.
Armin.
“Hey, I was looking for you.” He added with a smile. A light pink tint flushed his cheeks.
He looked… cute.
Or maybe it was the several alcoholic drinks you had downed over the last thirty minutes, thanks to your party animal of a best friend, Sasha. You continued to look up at his handsome face through your lashes.
No, no. He was cute. He was especially cute tonight.
“Y-y/n..? Are you alright?” Armin asked, tilting his head slightly at you. You nodded, smiling at his concern for you. He was sweet. Always.
“Y-yes, of course.. Just need some air, I think.”
He reached his hand down to you, motioning you to take hold of it. “C’mon, we can go outside.” You did, with no hesitation, noting the size of it - much larger than yours, and the warmth against your own.
You zigzagged your way through the crowded club, waving a quick goodbye to your friends and following Armin outside.
The cold winter air hit your face and for a moment, you thought it may completely sober you up.
No, I'm definitely still drunk. You thought, your head a spinning tunnel.
The pair of you leaned up against the cool brick wall, peering down the dark alley together - the bass and faded music of the club still filling your ears.
“You look really pretty tonight,” Armin blurted. You turned to look up at his eyes. His pretty blue eyes.
God, has he always been this tall?
“O-oh..” You stuttered, equally as nervous as the blonde-haired boy. He fiddled with his fingers, looking straight towards his feet. Something about him tonight, something in the air, something in the alcohol. You just wanted to touch him.
You leaned over to look at him a bit closer, bringing the palm of your hand up to his face. You could feel the soft skin beneath you. Your touch turned him into a flustered mess - his eyes wide with surprise, cheeks a dark shade of red, and his mouth agape.
Your attention fell onto his mouth, not noticing him shift his weight onto his other leg to ease the discomfort of the growing bulge in his jeans.
“Your lips,” you muttered, your face a mere foot from his. You could smell his cologne, a light pine filling your nostrils.
Armin gulped. “W-what about them..?”
“Pretty.”
God, you really were drunk. Pretty? I mean, yeah, they absolutely are.. but..
“Pretty?” He responded. You simply nodded, unsure of what else you could say. Embarrassment ran through you.
Why would you say that?
“Y/N?” Armin whispered, and the distance between you felt smaller. Much smaller.
Was it getting smaller? Was I unintentionally moving closer? Was he?
“Yes?”
“You like them?”
You released a breath you weren't aware you were evening holding. Yes, god, yes, you do.
You opened your mouth to reply, but froze, flustered.
“Say it.” He demanded, eyes sparkling in the dim light.
“Y-yes, I like them.” You obliged, your voice a whiny, cracking mess. A look of smugness came over him.
“Then what are you going to do about it?” He whispered again, his voice a tone you had never heard before. Sultry.
His eyes were a wild swirl of desire, flashing between your own eyes and your parted lips. He wants you to kiss him.
Within seconds, you had brought your face to his, your lips so close to his own that you could feel his warm breath on your nose. Both of your eyes were closed, your lips hovering over each other - tempting, teasing, considering.
“Armin..” You breathed, desperate. He hummed in response.
“Please..” You begged the boy.
“Please what?” He mumbled back. “Kiss you?”
“Yes.”
So he did, with no more hesitation, and no more nervousness. He crashed his soft lips against yours, wrapping his surprisingly firm hands around your waist and pulling you as close as you physically could be. The cold winter air was nothing to you anymore - your body a heated mess.
Your lips parted, and his tongue taking its place inside your mouth and lapping at your own. Your hands found their way under his loose shirt, and your breath hitched as one began toying with his buckle - the other running along the firm muscles he was hiding beneath his clothes.
You suppose it wasn't a huge shock - Armin was dorky, and quiet, but he was best friends with Eren and Mikasa. They were both incredibly fit.
Armin angled his leg between yours - pressing his knee against your crotch. You moaned into his mouth, and felt the smirk forming on his lips as he kissed you even more desperately.
His hands trailed down your back, over the hump of your ass until they were gently lifting your skirt. He gripped your ass hard, causing you to grind against his knee with more force.
Fuck.
His hands continued to rub and grab, slowly inching closer to the wet, hot mess between your legs. You had managed to remove his belt, tossing it down on the wet concrete and tugging his jeans down.
You pulled your face from his, your eyes flickering from his lips to the bulge beneath his boxers. Fuck, he looked so much bigger than you had expected.
“You want me?” He whispered seductively. You nodded.
He dropped to his knees, looking up at you through his glasses. He looked gorgeous. Desperate. He looked as if he was yearning for you. You ran a hand through his hair, the other tracing his jaw. “Beautiful,” he complimented.
He pulled your panties down to your ankles in an instant, grabbing one of your legs and tossing it over his shoulder as if you were a rag doll. He admired your pussy, sticking his tongue out and running it up your slit.
You could feel his tongue piercing against your folds. Your hands gripped his hair tighter, and he flicked circles around your swollen clit with his tongue. He groaned against you, the vibrations stimulating you further.
“So wet for me,” he breathed into you, “tastes so good.”
You arched your back as he slid his index finger inside of your cunt, whining out a slur of curse words as you tossed your head back. “F-Fuck, Armin.”
“Mmm.” He hummed back in response, curling his finger up to reach your sensitive spots.
It had been ages since you'd been touched - since you had touched yourself even. Your body was so hungry for more, so hungry for release. You felt the urge to cum quickly. It was embarrassing.
“I… I'm not going to last,” you whimpered, and the boy paused, pulling away from your cunt to meet your eyes. You groaned at the building pressure that had been stolen away. “W-What-” you began, before Armin rose to his feet and picked you up. “S-Shit!” You cried out in shock as he slammed you against the wall, hands gripping your ass and bulge pressed to your bare bottom half.
“Want you to cum on my cock.” He begged, “Please, baby.” He used one hand to pull his member out, lining the tip up with your entrance and swirling it around impatiently. “Tell me to do it.”
Your heart fluttered at the brute strength he had displayed, lifting and holding you against the wall as if you were as light as a feather. He pulled his glasses off his face and tossed them to the ground. “Always wanted this.” He whispered, barely loud enough for you to hear.
“Please,” you pleaded, your arms wrapping around his neck.
“Please, what?”
“P-please. Fuck me, Armin.”
You could barely get out another breath before he shoved the entire length of his cock inside of you, moaning as your walls squeezed him. “S-so tight. So wet.” He whimpered, his lips pressing against the sensitive spot on your neck. You cried out at the stretch, and the way he filled you entirely.
He let you adjust to his size for a moment, leaving soft kisses along your skin before he pulled all the way out and slammed back inside of you. He sped up his pace, thrusting so fast that you couldn't think.
You were moaning so loud, the boy brought one hand up to cover your mouth. “Shhh, baby. Don't wanna get caught.”
Shit. You were in public.
You made eye contact with him, his face so soft, so kind - yet so seductive and hot at the same time. Sweat dribbled down both of your foreheads. His hand muffled your moaning and crying as his cock slammed into you again and again. Each time he pulled out, your cut was desperately aching for his length again - for the force of his cock pounding your cervix.
Hurts so fucking good.
You were close. Very, very close. His tongue and fingers were enough to spiral you, but his cock was sending you over the edge. You could feel the tingling building in your limbs, and the pressure nearly capping.
“Fuck,” he groaned between thrusts, “feel your pretty pussy tightening. You gonna cum on this dick, Y/N?
He moved his other hand back down to your ass, using it to strengthen his thrusts. You gasped out. “Y-yes. S-so close,” you whimpered, tears welling in your eyes. “F-fuck, i-.. i’m-”
“C’mon baby, cum for me.
God.
Your orgasm sent you drooling, moaning out the boy's name. Your cunt tightened around his member, bringing breathy moans from his own mouth.
He crashed his lips against yours, pulling away to speak in between kisses. “Gonna cum, baby. So close. Where do you want it, hm?”
Your sweaty forehead pressed against his. “Inside, please.”
“Yeah, baby? Want me to cum in this pussy?”
“Yes, please,” you cried out.
“Say my name, baby.”
You gripped his neck tighter, pressing your lips to his before pulling away again. “A-Armin, please. Want you to fill me up so bad.”
“Fucck…” He groaned, shoving his cock deep inside once again, before he spilled his hot juice. You felt his cock twitch inside your cunt.
You breathed heavily into each other, hearts still racing as fast as they ever had.
He slowly pulled his cock out, and you quietly whined at the emptiness you felt in your core. Hot, wet fluids dripped down your thighs as he sat you down on your feet.
A smirk built on the boy's lips. Before you could speak a word, he dropped back to his knees and brought his tongue to your pussy, prepared to lap up every ounce of the messes you had both made.
I saw these frames blended together within this aot edit, and I thought it was interesting! It got me thinking about the change of their relationship throughout the course of the show: from having each other's backs to being at odds with one another.
Hitch Dreyse and Marlo Freudenburg, two side characters that were done absolutely within the series despite having such a fun and interesting dynamic. They're essentially polar opposites.
One is disgusted by the corruption of their regiment, the other thrives on it. One is hard working and good hearted, the other is lazy. Both of these characters could've had great arcs within the series, so let's start with Marlo.
Marlo Freudenburg. First off, we all know the corruption in the Military Police, which is basically what they're known for. They're essentially greedy, lazy bullies mostly. However, Marlo stood out from the rest. He had a noble goal of one day bringing down the corruption in the Military Police and redeeming their name. I think Marlo greatly stands out from the other side characters because he has an actual goal besides "kill the titans and free humanity". It would've been great to see Marlo somehow rise up the ranks, and at some point, take over in the place of Nile. It's a simple yet obvious thing to do with his character, right? Well, as we all know that never happened and what happened to him instead of that he just left the Military Police to join the Scouts, only to die while accomplishing nothing at all. The character of Marlo was supposed to address the state the Military Police was in, but nothing is done to really change it. It just leaves me to wonder why he was created in the first place if he wasn't going to be of any significance in the long run.
Now we get to Hitch. Hitch, as said before, was the opposite of Marlo in every way. I think we all know her lazy, carefree attitude towards everything, but imagine if she had an arc that had her come out of that. The threat of the titans being a form of a wake up call where she slowly, but surely, exits her little bubble. What if Marlo's goal slowly made more and more sense to her? Imagine if this was due to Marlo's unsatisfying death and she joined in on the Liberio raid, it would've given Marlo's fate SOME kind of reason for happening, but it doesn't. Hitch continues to be a background character who maintains her same lazy personality, not growing as a character one bit. She's so inconsequential to everything around her it just leads me to ask why she even exists. Why create such a fun character that stands out so well if she's not gonna mean anything in the end? There was room for a great arc here and it just never happened. If a useless shoe like Daz can grow a pair, why can't Hitch?
Now you could easily say "they're just side characters, they're not supposed to have big arcs", and for one, that may be true but just because a character is a side character doesn't mean you can't give them an arc. Marlo especially was seemingly set up in a way where he would tackle the MP's wrongdoings somehow. And two, if they're not gonna do anything, why even have them exist? Why have the corruption of the Military Police be a thing if nothing really does anything to change it? And of course when you create 2 fun characters, people are gonna want to see more of them. I'm not asking for them to be in the forefront, but seeing something get done with them would've been nice rather than just killing one of unceremoniously and having the other remain in the same state she's been since her debut.
I may seem overly passionate about this, but I just have a lot to say about these two in particular.
I'm constantly seeing hate comments and posts about Mikasa from aot. Most aot fans see her as a cliche female protagonist-- someone who just follows the male protagonist, which can I just say is deffo routed in misogyny. There's a common trope in most seinen/shounen animes to have that typical female character who blindly follows the male lead: examples are Sakura, Casca and Uraraka. All characters who I love.
It's really hurtful to see a character I've loved since 2018- when I first watched aot- get so much hate. The 'mankasa' comments in 2021 were so harmful as well. It's obvious that Eren isn't the only person Mikasa cares and loves for. People suddenly turn blind when people mention how much she cares for Armin, Sasha, Levi, Connie, Jean, Hange and more.
When Sasha died, you could see how much she cried hence her staying at Sashas grave for a substantial amount of time. They were roommates after all.
Anyways that's just a little rant about Mikasa since so many people seem to hate her.
Regarding appearance of the titan, we have two routes:
Route 1:
We consider the female titan works just like the founding: It's tied to a specific kind of person/genetics. The founding titan strictly works properly for people born in the royal family and maybe we could apply the same concept here. The female titan only works properly on people who are afab.
I particularly don't agree with this perspective because we have seen titans have shifters of different sex and there is not really a good reason why the Female titan would be an exception.
Route 2:
We consider the female titan works like the others, anyone can inherit it. This titan would behave the same way the Jaw does, changing its appearance according to its shifter. If a male inherits the female titan it might keep its fundamental parts (the crystalizing abilities, for example) but change the appearance to a more "male" one.
On the other hand, maybe the Female titan keeps the female features even with a male shifter because that appearance is one of its fundamental parts. Like Ymir's Jaw titan, who never had particularly female features despite the shifter, the changes between her and Porco's Jaw titan had nothing to do with female/male features.
Another example that maybe the titans keep fundamental features is Armin's colossal. Armin isn't particularly tall, but his colossal titan still has around the same height and also keeps the same overall appearance as bertholdts' titan.
What about storyline, does it change anything?
That's tricky, but I'm always someone that believes people have different experiences in life even if they cross the same path. I think the story would not change drastically or diverge from canon if Annie was a male, but some small parts would: Like her relationship with Pieck, her father, Reiner and Bertholdt.
That's it, folks! Feel free to discuss (respectfully or else I'll block) and disagree, agree or whatever. If you want to send a 'what if' feel free to request one!
Magath: So we're just going to send this group of still fairly impressionable and inexperienced children who possess a third of our most powerful military weapons onto Paradis completely unsupervised without any backup or means of contacting them should something go horribly wrong and hope they come back with the Founding Titan after an indeterminate amount of time. Marley: Genious, right?
No because?? Who actually thought this was a good plan like this has been lowkey bugging me ever since finding out why the Warriors were sent to Paradis....... like? ???? Marley only achieved what they achieved because of the titans they managed to obtain, and then they decide to send over half of their titan shifters to enemy territory that has not been explored in a hundred years, the shifters being literal ten/eleven year old children, with no supervision and no guidance other than 'lol good luck see you in a few years ig' ??? LIKE at the time the Warriors got sent to the island, the Founding Titan was still in Frieda's position. FRIEDA'S POSITION AKA THE QUEEN OF THE WALLS and Marley was just like 'yeah this Marcel kid could totally lead his team of fellow child soldiers to break into the extremely heavily guarded royal palace and eat or capture the literal monarch of Eldia who holds the most powerful titan of them all' ??? And even if Grisha never ate Frieda, they don't know about the Vow (right???) so they're still assuming that the Founding Titan can be used at full capacity, right??? so technically they're going into this, thinking that the rumbling could be started at any moment during their mission?? like if EVERYTHING GOES WRONG the monarch will just kill them then set off the rumbling?? Like there's zero back-up here?? Tell me if I'm missing anything bc so much is going on in the AOT storyline that I could probably be forgetting a detail that fixes this dilemma BUT anon you are right it is such a bad plan. LIKE whoever approved this plan needs to be sacked from the Marleyan military fr.
