#mrs. ackerman

[lovesatoru]

happy mother’s day to the milfs of attack on titan

[mindninjax]

Levi comes back from a mission a little bruised but nothing too bad and while everyone is on the wall his wife is waiting for him and she slaps him and yells at him for being reckless and all the cadets are like “THAT WOMAN JUST SLAPPED THE CAPTAIN ARE WE ABOUT TO WITNESS MURDER??”

Lol as funny as I find this idea Nonnie, I can’t see anyone slapping him bahahah. If this woman is his wife she knows about the danger. She knows it’s reckless. She knows at any moment he can never come back. Is she worried sick every time? Absolutely, but she doesn’t make a huge fuss about it. Because she knows it’ll only cause more pain for him. 

So whenever he comes back from a mission she makes sure to greet him smiling, no matter how worried she is, no matter how bloody he is, no matter how stone faced and devoid of emotion he looks, she is always there to greet him with a smile and hold him. 

When the worry becomes too much? She holds him tighter while he sleeps in her lap or in her arms and lets a few tears escape. She thinks he doesn’t hear it but he does and wraps his arms tighter around her. And because of this support he has a new reason to keep fighting and living each day. 

[mkdr1412]

After listening to 14 Lettered Message song I got inspired to draw some of the snk characters with their parent/s.

1st page consist of Eren with Carla , Zeke with Dina Fritz in betweem them is Grisha and at the bottom right is Armin with his Grandpapa.

2nd page's Petra with her Dad, Levi with Kuchel and Mikasa with her Mom.An add on of grown up Petra at the left corner (I can't resist drawing her!).

I need a hug ;A;.....

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[shingeki-no-scenarios]

Title: Her Love

Characters: Random issa surprise

Genre: Angst, Drama

Warnings: Manga spoilers, mentions of sexual content

Summary: A drabble collection showcasing a mother’s love.

A/N: Happy Mothers’ Day to all you mothers/mother figures/mom friends out there!!💜💜💜

one The little girl let out soft whimpers and occasional hisses as her mother stood above her, patiently smoothing out the knots and kinks in her long, jet-black hair with a fine-toothed comb. The younger of the pair merely sighed, knowing that she only had herself to blame; had she listened to her mother and kept her hair braided, it would not have gotten tangled while she jumped and rolled about with her playmates the entire afternoon.

“We’ll really have to cut your short if you can’t keep it neat, Mika.” the elder tutted, resorting to using her fingers to detangle a particularly large knot. Upon successfully undoing the knot, the woman smiled softly and ran her fingers through her daughter’s hair, making sure that she didn’t miss anything, as well as check for any head lice she might have gotten from her playmates.

“I don’t want to!” the girl neither meant to raise her voice at her mother, nor did she mean to disrespect her by crossing her arms and frowning deeply. Almost immediately, she regretted acting as such upon sensing how the elder woman froze and remained silent, as if she were calculating how long she should make the younger stand in the corner. “I... I mean... I don’t want to have short hair.” her tone was now softer and regretful, hoping that it would do something to change her mother’s mind.

To her surprise, the woman chuckled heartily and took the young girl into her embrace, muttering promises of how she was just joking as she pressed kisses onto the crown of the younger’s head, obviously not able to resist how adorable her daughter looked.

two Thud.

"One, two... three.” the woman muttered under her breath; counting to three had become her ritual after her customers had left– it was just something that gave her assurance that the nightmare was over, and that she was free to act like nothing ever happened.

Sniffing and sitting up, she fought the ache in her thighs and hastily gathered her clothes (or at least, what remained of it). The sickening thought of what had just happened was starting to weigh in on her, and she knew that she had to leave this place as soon as possible. That way, she could hop into the bath and scrub the filth– their filth– off her skin.

Time and again, she told herself that she was going to quit tomorrow and leave it all behind, but that tomorrow soon turned into next week, as next week turned into next month, that eventually turned to next year. Holding back her tears, she blankly stared at the crumpled bills strewn across the bed; prior to it being scattered on the bed, the money had been haphazardly thrown at her face as the man snickered at how pathetic she looked. She couldn’t blame him, though, as it was true– she was willing to be reduced to a pathetic, lowly being just to have a source of income.

‘It’s much better than having him starve.’ she thought as she gathered the cash, trying her best to count and recount it even if her hands shook violently while she made attempts to comfort herself. Upon seeing that she had actually been given extra, her shaking stopped and she let out a deep sigh of relief and joy, knowing that she’ll be able to surprise her beloved son with a special meal at the end of the week. It was the least she could do after practically leaving him alone for the past week, after all. “I have to provide.” she chanted, feeling her vivacious self break through the bruised, lifeless woman she was just a couple seconds ago.

Composing herself and making sure she looked presentable, she dashed out of the hellhole she called a workplace as quickly as she could, knowing that Levi was probably waiting for her to read him a bed time story.

three Though sleep was starting to tug at her eyelids, the woman did her best to stay awake and responsive; there was no way in hell that she could sleep comfortably knowing that a dear comrade of hers would spend the night crying her eyes out.

“I quit.” the redhead sobbed, desperately burying her face into the brunette’s lap as she clutched onto her thighs as if her life depended on it. “I quit, Hanji. I can’t take it.” she stuttered out, attempting to speak in between suffocating sobs.

“No, no... No, Petra.” Hanji said in a rather jumpy response, feeling her energy return immediately upon hearing how hurt and tired the other was. With a sigh, she soothingly rubbed the other’s back in an attempt to calm her down; she couldn’t deny that she felt her heart chip away with each sob she heard. “If I let you quit now, you’re going to hate me for the rest of your life.” she added, moving her hand up from the petite woman’s back and into her hair, softly massaging her head.

“The deaths... The uncertainty...” Petra whimpered out, sniffing as she felt her sobs slow and eventually come to a halt. “There’s so much more I wanna do, Hanji. I know that I’m not meant to spend my whole life living like this.” she mumbled, squeezing her eyes shut as she felt another round of waterworks coming.

Gently, Hanji helped Petra sit up in order for her to give the redhead a proper hug. At this point, the brunette had run out of words to say although she completely understood how the other felt, and from the way her hug was reciprocated by a tight squeeze, the other desperately needed to be in someone’s embrace. Slowly, she rocked from side to side as one would do with an infant– it was a common calming method appropriate for all ages, after all.

“We’re not quitting, okay? Quitting is not an option. We’re strong.” Hanji’s tone was hushed, as if she was disclosing a precious secret. “We’ll be okay. Always.”

four “When I grow up to be a lady, I’ll be a queen A lovely queen!”

Despite the young girl being a bit off key, Frieda was genuinely impressed response at how clear and concise her enunciation had become, as well as with how much her confidence has improved. In response, she clapped so enthusiastically that she swore her hands could have broken off. With a light blush painting her cheeks, Historia curtsied in gratitude as she muttered out a shy “thank you.” Chuckling in adoration, the brunette stretched her arms wide, prompting the blonde to run into her embrace.

“Will you be a lovely queen?” she asked in mock curiosity, pressing a kiss to the top of the younger’s head before rocking her back and forth. With no hesitation, Historia responded with an enthusiastic, excited nod, her little heart bubbling with desire thanks to the encouragement the other had given her. “Oh, I just know you will!” Frieda cooed in adoration, squeezing the petite girl tighter in her arms before pressing a loving kiss on her cheek.

Happy and content, Historia giggled at how warm the affection made her feel– it was rare for her to receive such treatment, after all. With sincere love in her heart, she wriggled out of the elder’s arms and stood up to match the brunette’s eye level before enveloping her in a bone-crushing embrace of her own. Though her young mind already knew that this was all temporary, she decided to bask in the heaven-sent moment she was in.

five The two women awkwardly stared at each other for what seemed like ages, while their sons looked at each other with such rage, as if their eyes could pop out of its sockets and engage in a fist fight.

“Well.” Carla, breaking the silence before giving the young boy beside her a gentle nudge to prompt him to sit up straight. “Is there anything you’d like to say to Jean and Mrs. Kirschstein, Eren?” she asked as she shot the turquoise-eyed boy a dangerous, threatening look.

“Sorry.” the boy merely muttered in response, glumly looking down at his hands to avoid his mother’s terrifying gaze. Just when he thought she was satisfied, she gave him a sharp pinch on his side as she urged him in mutters to speak properly. With the pain on his skin and the horrid threat of how his dad could do worse ringing through his ears, Eren immediately blurted out a proper apology. “I’m sorry for pushing you and punching you in the eye, Jean.” his voice was clearer and he even lifted his head to look at his fre-nemy in the eye, resisting the urge to laugh and make a mockery out of the swollen, black and blue eye the other had. 

“No, you’re not.” Jean’s response was defiant and snarky, making the two women present gasp in shock as Eren frowned deeply, ignoring the sharp stings emitting from the cuts around his forehead as he attempted to kick the other under the table.

“Jean-bo!” the plump, brown-haired woman seated beside Jean exclaimed, giving his arm a moderate yet threatening slap that warranted a sharp “ow!” from the boy. “You acknowledge his apology and apologize, too!” she exclaimed, immediately backing down and stuttering out apologies upon realizing how disrespectful her son was in front of Mrs. Jaeger.

“Fine.” the two-toned hair boy huffed before facing the brunette seated in front of him. “I’m sorry for calling you stupid and for trying to scratch your eyes out, Eren.” he mumbled, hanging his head in shame afterwards. Looking to his mom for approval, the elder merely nodded and muttered a “that’s better”.

[kyojuuros]

I just don’t want to lose any more of my family...

Mikasa Week Day 1 » Family

[mindninjax]

People are so weird on this app. It’s like we can’t go anywhere or enjoy anything without someone trying to rain on our parade with their racism and misogynoir. Like if you’re jealous that someone who looks better than you likes the same character just say that lmfaooo 😭 It’s actually getting so old 🙄 it’s not like these people actually exist to pick a black girl over them. They need to let that inferiority complex go looool! keep your head up baby ❤️

Maya came to speak straight facts and yall BETTER fucking listen. 

I don’t understand why people think just because someone says “That’s my husband” about your favorite character it means that he in turn, can’t be your husband. 

Like sis that’s not what I said. I just said I’m Mrs. Ackerman. Hell you can be too! What you and him got going on ain’t got nothing to do with me bahaahahah 

But anywhoooo Thank you baby!💖💖 I’m not going to let it get to me! Cuz at the end of the day that’s still my husband and I’m still Marquie Ackerman bahahha🤷🏾‍♀️🤷🏾‍♀️

[mindninjax]

22, 23 27 for you Mrs.Ackerman 💖💖💖💖

MRS. ACKERMAN??!?!!? IM SCREAMMMINNNNGGGG! Y’all are killing me I love this!! 

22.) how big the height difference?

bahahahah There is no height difference. I’m 5′2, He’s 5′3. We are one short power couple who have extreme boss bitch energy thank you very much.

23.) how would you describe your first kiss?

Fleeting. Chaste. It only happened because it’s the maybe fifth time he’s come back from a mission where I heard a significant amount of Scouts were lost and my anxiety peaked. It also definitely happens in private after I’ve come to quickly check on him and It most certainly happens the day I’ve internally come to the conclusion that I do in fact love him. 

27.) why do you think they fell for you?

Lollololololololololololololololol Honestly I spend the rest of my fucking life trying to figure it the fuck out cuz there ain’t no way in hell a man as beautiful as him falls for me but what the hell let’s pretend lol. 

It is not my kindness, my positivity, or my nurturing and trusting aura that gets him. Those are all just pleasant additions that he is thankful for.  I’d like to think he watches me from a distance because he sees those qualities and maybe even admires them silently. 

But no, what gets this fucker to fall for me is the fact that I come into a meeting Erwin has called with all the Captains and Commanders and shit and I trip and fall in the middle of the goddamn meeting and yell the loudest most dirtiest profanity anyone has every heard. He. Fucking. Laughs. Because the fact that the most dirtiest nastiest profanity could come from sweet happy go lucky me tickles his goddamn fancy so much that he’s like “Alright, yup her. That one I choose her.” 

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