#aot self insert

[literallyreinerbraunpleasesaveme]

managed to draw mexhanji without it looking ass (hopefully)

[aestheticallyuncanny]

Imagine being the veteran everyone finds comfort in. A friend, who makes the base feel like an actual home. Aside from militant operations, handling missions and assignments, you've made it YOUR mission to ensure no one within the survey corps is ever neglected.

The day starts early. 0500. After squad training, ODM gear drills, and physical conditioning, it's time to make your rounds.

Everyone's schedule is pretty much memorized. After a quick trip to the mess hall, a tray is hefty in your hands. Your knock raps against the first door you visit, and a familiar baritone commands you to come in by name.

The Captain looks up from his desk with his usual deadpanned expression, his eyes immediately glancing to the teapot, cup, and other accompanying containers. You don't say anything, simply setting the cup down, and pouring the rich blend of chamomile and lavender in. Then, 1 brown sugar cube, and just a dash of cream.

"You're the only person here who doesn't give me a damn headache."

"I'd rather not be on the recieving end of your kicks, Captain. Good day. I'll be bringing lunch at 1200.", With that, you saluted, turning on your heel and making sure to close Levi's office door behind you.

The next task comes to you picking up supplies from the basement, before carrying metal polish, a sharpening wheel, and leather aprons and rags to the gear barracks. The familiar sound of someone sniffing the air alerts you of his arrival. You smile, turning to face the behemoth of a squad leader.

"ODM maintenence is all set up for yourself and your squad, Commander Miche."

"I picked up on your perfume the second I walked in. Your efforts are always appreciated, Corporal." the blonde gave his usual approving nod and grunt, his squad mates happily waving and greeting you as you left into the hall.

Before you could even predict it, the familiar shouts and hollering of Hange and Moblit were audible from the Section Commander's lab. A sigh escaped you, reaching into a supply closet by muscle memory, grabbing a box of baking soda. Stepping past the double doors and seeing the two frantically trying to put out a fire.

Hange looked back over at you, trying to put out the flames with a blanket and failing, "Oh! Hello darling, if you're here for my monthly research reports, you may have to tell Erwin I need an extension! As they are now ash!"

With a sigh, you began to circle the flames, sprinkling the contents of the box and watching them dissipate almost instantly. Once Moblit managed to open the windows to let out the smoke, you tossed the box to Hange with crossed arms.

"And how many times have I told you to keep some of THIS, on standby?"

"You expect her to remember something else in this place? Look at the whole lab, it's a mess!" Moblit shook his head, meanwhile, Hange attempted to look sheepish, placing a kiss on the back of your hand and adjusting their goggles. "Aw, c'mon! You can't stay mad at me, can you~? Huh??"

Batting the mad scientist off of you, you managed to wrangle your way back into the hall. After one more brief trip to the mess hall, including your personal cabinet full of treats, (hidden away from a certain food-loving cadet), the Commander's office door came into view as you held another tray.

You didn't bother knocking this time, as you knew the stoic blonde was likely either pacing his office, or in deep contemplation, looking out his window with his hands behind his back. One glance confirmed the latter, a chuckle escaping you as it notified him of your presence.

"Ah, Corporal, on time as always. Though I regret to inform you, medical advised against me-"

"Consuming caffeinated tea? I'm already aware, Erwin. This is a simple blend meant to help you reduce your stress tension. Lemon balm and roobios. I also snuck you some of the lavender cookies I made yesterday."

The man seemed to relax in his posture, taking his seat and watching you move with an appreciative glance. "I fear you taking care of all of us is far beneath you, both rank and job description, Corporal".

"I took an oath to ensure humanity's success. We cannot succeed, if our leaders are neglecting themselves. So, I take it upon myself to ensure you all are grand," You mused with a small smile, pouring the tired man his tea with 2 white sugar cubes, and no cream. Along with 3 cookies on a small plate, set down on the center of his desk. On your hip, you held a stack of reports from each of the commanding officers, save for Hange's burnt ones that could not be salvaged. They slapped down against the desk with a thud, making you smirk as you saw Erwin's hand tighten ever so slightly around his cup.

"If you think I'm letting you handle this mess all alone, you're sorely mistaken, Erwin." With that, you pulled up a chair, grabbing an inkwell and quill, already taking a thick chunk of the stack into your lap. The blonde only sighed in relief, sipping his tea before beginning the work himself.

"What would we do without you, hm?" Erwin asked, biting into a cookie while your eyes continued to glance over the pages, signing your name off on a funding form. You pretended to think for a moment, before shrugging and tapping your lip.

"You'd all be a mess. But, you'd survive."

Even he knew that wasn't a total lie. The two of you worked in silence, the sun shining through the windows as you settled into your seat.

Looking out the window, you could see the cadets training their little hearts out. The light breaking over the wall, casting itself over the valley.

Yeah..this life is pretty good.

[levi-sforbiddenfruit]

Just a draft panel I’ve been working on 👀

I honestly never draw panels, this is literally my first time in all my years as an artist! I was inspired by Pinterest so I gave it a shot, but during the process of drawing the sketch, I was literally squealing through it, pumped from my music playlist, at how cute my OC looked!!! Then nailing Levi! Ahhh!!! 😱 Looks too good. (I’m still working on drawing hands so please be gentle)

I have their actual dialogue lines written out of what they’re thinking inside the panels, and what time during their arc this scene might take place— want to see the short script next?

(Fanart Artwork/Wip is mine. Can repost, please give credit.)

[the-traveling-poet]

𝒟𝓇𝒶𝒷𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓃𝑔𝑒 𝒩𝑜𝓋. // 𝒟𝒶𝓎 𝒯𝓌𝑒𝓁𝓋𝑒 ~ “𝒯𝑒𝓂𝓅𝑒𝓈𝓉”

Levi Ackerman x GN!Reader

Warnings: Slight angst. SFW.

A/N: I was watching this Levi edit where he’s aboard the ship saying to Marley and felt…angsty. That’s all I got :/ Make sure to check out @thedrabblecollective ‘s page for everyone’s entries!

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From ashore, you looked so small. A fleeting image burned into Levi’s brain.

It wasn’t his preferred course of action; leaving you behind. In fact it was his least favorite. But between guaranteeing your safety, and pursuing life behind the walls…what choice was he left with?

Parting had been more difficult than he’d predicted; silent tears, tight holds, whispered promises of return.

The emotional storm between them raged louder than any ocean tempest he now sailed alongside his conpanions—he could only watch as his love was swallowed by distance.

Soon, Levi thought.

Soon I’ll be home. Wherever that might be.

[bluebellhairpin]

"We are the man-made monsters. We are the ones who conquer. You are a threat no longer - we won't take more suffering from you."

'Powder Keg' is a little wip I've decided to take on - something I can come and go from as I please. It will have a plot, but most of it will just be for fun (Or a scape goat for all my bad ass daydreams). I'm putting all my friend's into suituations and it's going to be everyone's problem now lol.

With Erwin Smith freshly bedridden, and his soldiers numbers dwindling, the 13th Commander of the Scouting Regiment tugs on a string only meant for dire straits. He pulls out the Survey Corps most hidden wildcard in order to follow one loose end from their most recent battle, and tie it off before it becomes a colossal, beastly problem.

"'The Red Cloaks'? Erwin, I thought they were a myth?" - "Not a myth. Just secret." - "What are they for?" - "They're who we can call when there's no other choices left."

[kakyoinswifey]

Commander Erwin always seems unflinching, serious, and indomitable. Nobody dares to question him, he knows what he is doing and everyone knows that his orders are the best. An intelligent man who knows that the best weapon he has is his words and his power of conviction, in addition to his brilliant intelligence. So why did he lose his mind when he saw you walk by? Why did he lose concentration every time he heard your laughter in the halls? More importantly... why did he never want to stop kissing you? Even for a man like him, answering those questions was getting harder and harder.

[lizardposting]

i genuinely think if there was someone in the scouts who identified as a man but was afab and looked like a woman but couldn't or didn't want to transition physically, erwin would not care. he'd be like "sure you're a man but you know what youre NOT? doing your work. get back to it"

bro does not care

[riewritten]

SEGUEY:

not related to writing but i realized that playing around my favorite authors' art styles is a source of enjoyment lately

(this me in monster universe, knocking to tenma's door and asking his hand for marriage)

SO, to ride along that enjoyment, (i'm going to pretend there are no pending story requests in my inbox at all) i plan to practice in WIT/MAPPA's art style, too! if some of you wouldn't mind being my muse, then i'll be more than glad to AOTify u (u can include a canon character beside you as well, so long as there's a referenced pose)

here's the favorite art style in question btw (watch MONSTER please for the love of god)