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1: What OTPs in your fandom(s) do you just not get?*

Lev/Hanji maybe, Though I can see the appeal haha.

21: What are your thoughts on crack ships?

I fucking love crackships oh my god oh my god. My favorite is Eren/Reiner I mean it’s trash but I love it. 

Like I saw Mikasa/Sasha the other day and thought what the ever living fuck is that. I like it.

22: Popular character you hate?

I don’t hate any SNK characters actually. I’ve never been much for Armin, but I definitely don’t hate him.

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AND reibert, 25

Ah, thank you so much! I’m sorry to have to say this, but I hope you’re ready for some angst!!! :’)

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Reibert: My nightmares are always about losing you

           “Hey.”

           Reinerpeeked over his shoulder, watching as Bertholdt shut the door behind him with asoft click.

           “Hey,” theblonde replied. Bertholdt crossed the porch with quiet strides, settling ontothe step next to Reiner. He loosely hugged his knees to his chest, eyesobserving the compound bathed in moonlight. “What are you doing up?”

           “I couldask you the same thing,” Bertholdt replied softly. Reiner smirked, just for amoment, eyes trained on the wood beneath their feet. “Was it another dream foryou?”

           “No. Thomaswas snoring again,” Reiner said with a small laugh, smiling for real this time.“What about you?”

           He couldsee Bertholdt smile out of the corner of his eye. “I rolled over and didn’tkick you. The sheets were so cold, I woke up.” Reiner laughed, hiding his mouthin his hand to hide the noise. They weren’t supposed to be out of bed. Theycould get in serious trouble for this.

           Bertholdt’shand moved to grab Reiner’s; lanky, tanned fingers intertwining through his. “It’sso lonely without you.”

           Reinerchuckled softly, slowly turning to look at Bertholdt. “Oh, I’m sure it…”

           Reiner’sbreath caught at the sight of Mikasa plunging a blade straight throughBertholdt’s neck. The blade, bloodstained and dripping where it protruded fromthe brunette’s throat, gleamed threateningly in the moonlight, the edge not twoinches from Reiner’s face. His eyes moved from the blade to Bertholdt’s face,which was surprisingly serene, still smiling. Happier than he’d ever seen himsince they were kids.

           “It’s solonely without you, Reiner…”

           A splash ofcold water jolted Reiner from the dream. He sat up, breath catching in histhroat. He hid his face in his hands as he tried to get his breathing undercontrol.

           “You okay?”Pieck asked. Reiner brought his hands away from his face, staring into thewoman’s eyes. She looked mildly concerned. Galliard, behind her, didn’t seem asworried, (and had been the one to throw the water, judging by the empty cup inhis hand.)

           “Fine,”Reiner replied shortly, running a hand back through his hair. “Just a dream.”Pieck nodded, exchanging glances with Galliard before moving away. Reinersighed, feeling his body deflate.

           What a mess, huh, Bertl? He thought, asmall smile tugging at his lips. Do youthink I should’ve told them about it? He paused, as if waiting for a reply.Yeah, they probably wouldn’t have cared.They never really liked us that much, huh? Reiner laughed once, ruefully. I dreamed about you again. My nightmaresare usually about losing you. It’s only the dreams about you that hurt. Isn’t thatfunny, Bertl?

           He pausedagain. And still, no reply.

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PROMPT: MODERN DAY JEANMARCO WHERE THEY LIVE TOGETHER AND JEAN HAS A NIGHTMARE MARCO DIES AND WAKES UP IN TEARS BUT MARCO IS THERE TO COMFORT HIM AND LET HIM KNOW EVERYTHING IS ALL RIGHT

boosh, it’s done! thanks for sending one in and blessing me with a jm prompt ily :’)

Warnings: graphic depictions of violence/ gore (i mean it’s only a few sentences, but still… be wary?)

               Screams permeated the thick, humid air. Steam rose from thebodies of giants and blood painted the cobblestones red. It was impossible tobreath. Each whimper caught in his lungs and choked him. He gagged when thesmell of rotting flesh reached him. His eyes stung, his lungs burned, his heartshriveled to nothing inside of his chest.

               Anotherscream, closer, louder. Jean whipped his head to its source. He could no longerbreath. Marco, his love, his heart, his everything was squirming in the graspof one of the giants. He raised his fists and beat against its grotesque handas it lifted him ever closer to its mouth. It squeezed and with a squeak Marcowent limp. Jean reached towards him, his name against his lips yet he could saynothing. He tried again and again but he could never muster more than astrained whisper.

               He beathis fist against his thigh, at a loss of what to do. The distance between themseemed to stretch on and on and on. But he still had to try and save him. Hesprinted to the edge of the roof which he stood upon, fighting against the leadweights attached to his legs. He jumped. His gear clicked and whirred butnothing came forth. The wires he so depended on remained fixated inside hisgear and he was left to scramble at the nearest roof’s edge. He shouted as helifted himself halfway, his legs dangling like a treat for the giant’s below.

               Hepanted desperately, his eyes wide and tearful. Marco had gone no closer to thatdemon’s mouth, but now he was struggling again. Reaching behind him, towardsthree shadowy figures standing and staring at him.

               “Help me!” he screamed. Jean could hearhis sobs all the way from his helpless perch. He could hear the panickedscreech coating his words and the barely held back screams as he was pulled towardsthe giant’s maw. “Help me! I don’t want to die!”

               Jeanstruggled upwards. He knew he was strong enough to pull himself up, he knew, but suddenly it seemed like anunachievable feat. He reached towards Marco as he felt himself tip over. Thenhe found his voice.

               “Marco!”

               Itechoed through the alleyways and across the grey skies. Marco turned towardshim. He reached back and if Jean pretended, he could feel his fingertipsagainst his. Sturdy and calloused and warm and loving. A wretched sob rippedthrough Marco’s throat.

               “Jean.”

               Thenthe giant’s teeth lodged itself to the top of his skull, awkwardly stuffinghalf of him in its mouth. Then it bit down.

               Jeanfell backwards, watching as blood spewed in every direction. A sickening crunch replaced Marco’s final crybefore all was silent.

               Jeanwoke with a gasp. He sat bolt upright, shaking Marco from his place pillowedagainst Jean’s chest. Jean was shaking, his hand as he brought it up to hismouth was one and the same with a stray leaf in the wind. His heart poundedpainfully against his ribcage and his throat seemed swollen shut. He let out ashaky breath as tears slipped from his eyes and cascaded down his cheeks.

               “Jean,baby, what’s wrong?” Marco asked, his voice raspy from sleep. His hand wrappedfirmly against Jean’s hip and pulled him closer.

               Jeansniffed and flopped against Marco. “Just a bad dream.”

               “Wannatalk about it?” Marco asked gently. He stroked Jean’s hair and gently guidedhis head so his face rested comfortably against the crook of his neck.

               Jeanwas silent for a moment before nodding his head. “I had to watch you die. Itwas horrible I never want to even… even thinkabout something awful happening to you.”

               Marcospread his warm hand against Jean’s back, shushing him gently. “I’m here. Iwould never leave you.”

               “Itjust felt so real,” Jean murmurs, letting even more tears fall from his cheeksand roll onto Marco’s chest.

               Marcogently guided him so Jean’s ear rested comfortably over his heart. A steady,strong beat calmed him enough that he was only left with the remnants of hiscrying. “I’m here.”

               Jeancurled his hand around Marco’s and sighed. “I love you, so much.”

               “I loveyou, too,” Marco said. He rubbed patterns against Jean’s back and sides,letting the rhythm of his heart lull him even further. “Can you go back tosleep?”

               Jeannodded his head. He lifted himself up, just enough to place a soft, gentle kissto Marco’s lips before settling over his heart once more.

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Salty ask meme

1. What OTPs in your fandom(s) do you just not get?

Answered here!

11. Is there an unpopular character you like that the fandom doesn’t? Why?

Kinda answered here? I guess I’d have to go with the Titan Trio, although I haven’t really seen that much hate for them on my own personal dash. I just think they’re really interesting, complex characters that were put in an awful situation without really knowing the whole story. And Reiner especially, after these recent chapters - I can’t believe someone would read those and still hate him? He was only doing what he thought was best, and for such pure intentions, and suddenly everything takes a tragic twist and the rest of his short life is nothing but pain and suffering. I keep wanting more backstory for the whole trio but every time we do their situation just becomes more and more hellish ahhhhh I just have so many feelings about these three asnfjnsdjkfnsjkafbg

22.Popular character you hate?

Also answered here! Although as I as said, there really aren’t any anymore :D