note: what I think the aot characters would look like/their special or most prominent features
includes; eren, mikasa, armin, jean, connie, sasha marco and porco
masterlist
Eren ⋆˚꩜｡
˙⋆✮ tan skin:
While on vacation he doesn’t get burns at all but tans so beautifully, his skin glows.
˙⋆✮ sharp canines:
Very prominent and peek out when he smiles wide or laughs genuinely, his left one is kinda crooked giving him a snaggle tooth appearance that u can only notice if u squint.
˙⋆✮ freckles:
On his back from the sun.
Mikasa ⋆˚꩜｡
˙⋆✮ big doe eyes:
They’re a very dark brown that shines under the sunlight, they’re so pretty.
˙⋆✮ flushed cheeks:
Her cheeks always rock this soft pink blush naturally that is especially amplified by the cold in winter.
˙⋆✮ small pouty lips:
Cherry colored, small and curvy, giving her a very soft look to her face.
Armin ⋆˚꩜｡
˙⋆✮ light cheek acne and some acne scars:
When i imagine them (the characters) they’re about 19/20, by then most of armin’s teenage hormonal acne has disappeared, only their remnants remain.
˙⋆✮ thick eyebrows:
They’re much darker than his hair, a dark brown color.
˙⋆✮ nice teeth:
He used to wear braces, so his smile is perfect.
Jean ⋆˚꩜｡
˙⋆✮ those smile lines that look like faux dimples:
They peek through his cheeks and stubble when he smirks, so hot.
˙⋆✮ crow’s feet:
Despite the not so attractive name, the lines by his eyes that stretch with the apples of his cheeks when he smiles.
˙⋆✮ strong eyebrows:
Not necessarily bushy or thick but very expressive.
Connie ⋆˚꩜｡
˙⋆✮ his buzzcut:
Colorful, always has it dyed in different colors and patterns.
˙⋆✮ piercings:
A brow piercing and a nose ring, connie springer ur so cool.
˙⋆✮ his hands:
Long fingers, tan and neat nails (he paints them sometimes to match his hair).
Sasha ⋆˚꩜｡
˙⋆✮ mid-length hair:
Beautiful brown that turns a certain shade of burgundy in the sunlight.
˙⋆✮ crooked smile:
Her smile is genuine and quite contagious, you can’t help but return it.
˙⋆✮ pierced ears:
Has a ton of ear piercings along her earlobe and an industrial piercing with star charms on the bar, it looks amazing when her hair is made into a ponytail.
Marco ⋆˚꩜｡
˙⋆✮ monolids:
I hc marco as half asian, chocolate brown eyes that twinkle.
˙⋆✮ black hair:
Lays on the back of his neck, it’s fairly long and slightly wavy, and a bit unkempt, but he likes the messy look, thinks it makes him look more relaxed and chill.
˙⋆✮ freckles:
Ofc how can i forget, his freckles are scattered all over his face, particularly at the center on his nose and cheeks, and his body is littered with them, all over his shoulder, back and chest (how i’d love to kiss them).
Porco ⋆˚꩜｡
˙⋆✮ dimples:
They’re are so pretty, most prominent when he gives you that shit-eating grin that you (as much as you don’t wanna admit it) adore.
˙⋆✮ his nose:
Mostly straight but curves up slight at the end, making it very tempting to kiss it.
˙⋆✮ his eyes:
Hazel with a touch of green, his stares are incredibly intense, you simply can’t look away
A few random headcanons about Attack on Titan characters that make sense in my mind (even if some are truly random idk):
Levi – In terms of his personal appearance and grooming, we can say that he is canonically very attentive to it. I picture him being very meticulous when it comes to his nails and especially shaving his face. In his free time, he still visits the Underground and brings basic necessities to children and families. On the Surface, he always helps, if he can, homeless people. After the war and once he became a retired veteran, he began to smoke even though it repulsed him. It was, however, a great way to calm his nerves.
Erwin — There were stray cats wandering around the backyard of the headquarters and he fed them regularly, to the point they started to settle there and became a feline colony. Hange, Moblit and Miche may have or have not helped him. A man that every single woman wanted to marry, or would have wanted as a son-in-law. He was tempted to let his facial hair grow, when he let it grow after he lost an arm, but at the end decided against it.
Moblit — He always reminded me of Armin, and just like him, he would probably spend hours inside the library to read while drinking tea. A very calm and quiet guy, well liked by the ladies as well, though he never felt like they would be interested in him. A morning guy who would like bread with butter and cherry jam for breakfast.
Hange — Has read "The Metamorphosis" by Kafka and asked themselves for weeks if the protagonist was a big roach or a small roach. Sleep talks, learned how to fix things by themselves even though it would end up with them having at least one small cut. Likes spicy food but regrets eating it every single time.
Miche — Very much into trekking, walking in the countryside, camping and all that stuff. Cooking meat on a fire in the middle of a forest, fishing with bare hands, hunting but only to feed himself. I can see that he's one who would build a birdhouse and replenish it with food periodically.
Nanaba — At least two Scouts told her that she was the perfect combination of Erwin (she's blonde with blue eyes) and Levi (her haircut and features). A big flirt with women, if a man is annoying a lady at the tavern she would step up no matter if the said guy is twice her size.
Oluo — His haircut is clearly an attempt to copy Levi's own. He said, to himself, "Nanaba has a similar one, I can do it" and ended up with... that. He also tried to hold teacups like Levi does, but they slipped from his fingers. He broke three of them in the span of a few weeks.
Petra — Massive dog lover, especially those small chihuahuas with big ears and a fluffy body. If Birkenstock were a thing in Paradis, she would've owned a green pair.
Pyxis — As a young man, he had tons of women around him. A flirt but not to the point he would cheat on his wife (since he's canonically married). And when he still had hair on his head, he was clearly blonde.
Keith Shadis — A massive Jägerbomb and Jägermeister drinker. He smoked cigars to unwind as he took breaks from his paperwork, and since he didn't want his subordinates to know that he smoked, he blamed that it was someone else smoking near him. Also–stay with me on this, he gives me massive Egyptian vibes. If he was from outside the walls, that is.
Nile Dok — He has the aura of someone who despite living in Karanes, he faked a posh accent at some point so people wouldn't say that he was from that part of Wall Rose. Having a wife and daughters, he understood women pretty well but would say "Yeah, and I have a bi-cycle" when Marie would get her period. You got that? Marie had her cycle and Nile had a bi-cycle... dad jokes would be his thing
Dhalis Zachary — Remember that chair of his? He probably would enjoy splatter horror movies. The human centipede
Theo Magath — A guy who has a sweet tooth. Likes dark chocolate and butter biscuits with his black coffee. People at the Warriors Headquarters–Porco–bothered him to kill the cockroaches that entered the bathroom when summertime arrived.
General Calvi — An Italian surname, which makes me headcanon him as Italian. Picture him as "Saverio Giovanni Calvi" (I went with old Italian male names), and for his political party, he was a Marleyan who hated Eldians. I don't think I have to add anything else to this.
Niccolò — If we have to keep in mind that he was from Marley and hated Paradisians and Eldians, he reminds me of a person from Northern Italy that hates the South and calls them terroni uncultured and unmannered. In Paradis, after the war and after he realized he was no better than the islanders, taught himself how to cook the typical dishes, especially the venison that Sasha's father would hunt for his restaurant. Likes old Italian movies and he isn't fond of cooking dessert.
Reiner — Likes to water plans at the Warriors Headquarters and helps the staff members to clean up if he can. Takes sleeping drops and wanted to learn to play guitar, at some point. Despite the fact that people think he is in love with Historia, I think he loves her like gays love Lady Gaga.
Bring me the horizon Bertholdt — Tried to eat sand as a kid to see if it tasted like breadcrumbs. It didn't. He spent hours building a sandcastle until Porco destroyed it, along with his brother Marcel. Reiner helped him build it back, along with Pieck and an older Zeke. Likes to eat ice cream alone, at the park, and was a good student.
Annie — Liked to hit little boys as a kid, especially when they would tug on Pieck's hair and call her names. One day, she slapped a boy so hard, his glasses flew away. No, that wasn't Zeke.
Pieck — Massive caffeine addict, but she's now numb to it and can sleep even if she drinks four cups a day and gives her the shits. Likes nightgowns and always has well manicured fingernails.
Porco — One of those guys that act like big shots but a "your mama" joke is enough to shut them up. And whenever he teases someone and that person has a better comeback, he grumbles and leaves.
Zeke — If he has time, he helps the local animal shelters in Liberio. Has books about dinosaurs, and he was obsessed with them as a kid. Also a child who went to the supermarket and he put the products back in their place if other customers grabbed them and left in another spot–the label HAS to face him.
Sasha — As a Southern girlie, she knew every single folk dance and song, and she invited her friends at least once to the village festivals in Dauper.
Jean — When in season 4 we see him with facial hair and longer hair, it took him forever to grow them out. At some point, Connie teased him saying that he must've glued a rat on his head, and Jean slapped the back of his neck.
Connie — Sneaks out of his room to have a midnight snack but he's so loud, he wakes the entire headquarters up. Hange doesn't have the guts to send him back to bed, but Levi surely does. His real name? Constantine.
Armin — A guy that claims to love nature but the moment an insect lands on his shirt, he would pass out. Cockroaches, dragonflies, crickets, grasshoppers. You name it. But he likes bunnies–the reason why he never ate rabbit meat, if served. Politely declining and saying that it upsets his stomach. After the war, he embraced veganism or vegetarianism.
Mikasa — We know that she liked ice cream once she tried it in Marley, and I would say she likes black cherry one, lemon, vanilla and peach, but her weakness would be berries. Likes to take walks, alone, and if she goes to the cemetery to bring flowers to Sasha and she finds a tomb without flowers, she personally plucks a few and offers them to these poor souls.
Eren — He likes to go for walks by the sea, and he always carries bread with him to offer to the seagulls. When they pooped on his shirt, he got annoyed and stopped for a while. Also tried to throw stones and seashells at them to take revenge of that.
Historia — As a Queen, she tends to sleeps late. She doesn't care and she sleeps in, if she could. Still visits the orphanages, and once her daughter was old enough, she brought her to play with those kids to teach her inclusivity and equality.
Ymir — During her time as a Scout, she would be having massive fights with Oluo. She couldn't help it. She hated his ass, and if it wasn't for Historia, she would've beat him up. But she would find Nanaba to be bearable, and even Petra—as harmless as she was.
Yelena — Let me hold your hand when I say: her deep voice with a Russian accent. A woman who doesn't like to shave, a big and massive lesbian. If she didn't enlist in the Marleyan troops, she would've been a Marine.
Onyankopon — A true gentleman, ladies loved him in Marley. He's religious, but after the Rumbling, I feel like he lost his faith for a lot of reasons. Though, before the war, he was usually going to church every now and then and he did volunteer work.
Gabi — Have you seen the scene where she basically suplexed Falco? If she kicked or punched a few Marleyan soldiers that were calling her "midget", it wouldn't surprise me.
Falco — A good kid at school, always polite and respectful. The one who prevented Gabi from talking back to teachers, and even to Magath.
Onyankopon — Has an entire journal filled with labels of the teas he tries—but also herbal teas. He loves collecting and started as a child with coins and bottle caps. If he doesn't know what to say during a conversation, he would chuckle and go, "It's cold/hot today, isn't it?" even though it isn't. Plus, he gives me massive Englishman vibes—can't decide if he's a Londoner or from the North.
Willy Tybur — Has five kids, loves his wife but he slept around. 100%. Due to the influence he had in Marley and the fact that no one could go against him, if he left his illegitimate children, the women couldn't say anything about it.
Grisha Jaeger — Kept a journal where he scribbled his memories from Marley, so he wouldn't forget them. Also, bad at cooking. He tried once and almost burned the kitchen down.
Carla Jaeger — When she was a waitress, she always had the attention of both men and women. And since she wore lipstick, I can see that she would always be very fond of makeup. Complimenting the other women for their appearances–to flirt or not, that was up to one's interpretation.
Kenny Ackerman — If classic rock was a thing, he would've been a diehard fan of rock bands. He was a chain-smoker, liked to drink intense liquors and never got tipsy right away. Has a Southern accent, never been religious, but a fervid supporter of "the end justifies the means". When he became the legal guardian of Levi and he would soil the bed, he would walk out of the house to calm himself down and not yell at him.
Kuchel Ackerman — A woman that was very refined and elegant. I can see her having books about romance, with fantasy settings. She's the one who taught Levi how to properly handle his personal hygiene, a reason why his clients liked her–she was very well kept. She secretly smoked.
Furlan — A guy that attracted his fair share of ladies in the Underground. Always have a part of his food to Isabel, liked to brush her hair and retrieve knick-knacks she would like, and that she ended up losing.
Isabel — Another cat fan. She went around the Underground to feed the stray cats, and she had brought one back home, to the place she shared with Levi and Furlan. It didn't last much, due to Levi not liking cat hair around the place, but she secretly kept it in her room. They knew due to the smell of cat and the tiny mewls at night.
Hitch — One of the most liked girls in her branch of the Military Police. She had at least one date each week, dated a few guys. She also had a flirt with a girl, and she had to admit that it was something she couldn't ignore. Blunt and straightforward enough to be men's worst nightmare.
Floch — No surprise when we say that he would be a big misogynist. Preaching about women finding fulfillment if they got married and had kids. A guy who would laugh if your pet dies because "it's just a dog/cat/whatever it is", but he's a pathetic yearner if he falls in love. The thing is, more than half of the women he was interested in didn't give a damn about him.
Sorry if it's a bit too long and if I missed any character but I was bored and here's the result of that ★
Uhhh so i finally finished AOT and that ending absolutely wrecked me and I cant stop thinking about it sweet jesus. So, here are some nice lil headcannons to fix my soul lmao. ALSO if you have sent anything through my ask box please know it is in the works and most of them are just incomplete drafts! Thank you for your patience! Anyway,
Enjoy!
Eren
-Eren gets sick surprisingly often. It's very odd. You'd think he would be immune to shit like that but it's not very often he's not somewhat 'sick'
-Like, he always has congestion,and when it clears up its only for a week or two before its back to square one.
-He has three birthmarks on his lower back and they look like the little shocked emoticon
-He can touch his tongue tot he tip of his nose.
- When Eren gets flustered you can see it on his knuckles and the back of his neck.
-Eren is double jointed
Armin
-Armin had reading glasses he keeps in a case in his pocket at all times.
-Armins eyes look almost clear when you look at them in the right angle/amout of sunlight
-He has a very pretty singing voice, and he does it only when he's very deeply focused on something.
-He has very pretty hand writting, in fact a lot of his comrades ask for him to write things down for them because its so neat.
-He has very soft and slender hands and his fingertips get red when he's cold
-Armins hair actually has a bit of a curl to it but it flattens in the heat
-Hes very good with plants/gardening
Mikasa
-Picked up embroidering and will occasionally dabble, reminds her of her mom
-Mikasa has a very high body temperature, she is never cold and just constantly warm, she tends to have sweaty palms as well
-Very rarely will you be able to see Mikasa's pupils because her eyes are so dark and her pupils are always very dilated.
-She smells faitly sweet. Always has, can't pinpoint exactly why but it is definitely a thing she has noticed.
-Mikasa has a few grey hairs, there are about 4-5 and are spaced out in her hair but when you find one its not hard to miss because of the contrast.
-She really fucking likes bread...like a lot.
Reiner
-Has pretty poor balance. He is always mis-stepping or leaning, its like his equilibrium is off.
-Doesn't really like his facial hair but doesn't go out of his way to trim it, can never seem to find the time or motivation
-Reiners hands are very large, like very wide. There's a lot of things that look a lot smaller in his hands compared to everyone else.
-Lactose intolerant
-Reiner often gets the chills/goosebumps
-Is kinda embarassed about his big his but is...like sometimes he struggles to get his pants up and has to jump to get them on.
Bertoldt
-Will forget to duck down before he goes into a room and will his his forehead on the door frame
-He scars really easily and his knees are very dark because he would skin them a lot as a kid
-He's awar of how tall he is but he's very good at hiding in smaller spaces. If there's a sliver to a crack to slide between he can do it no problem.
-Bertold chooses to stay quiet most the timebecasuse he can be very mean in his head, and he doest like making others feel bad despite his innermost thoughts being very rude/blunt.
-Is a lot stronger than he lets on, carrying certain things is no problem for him and its a little off-putting
Annie
-She is an avid sleep talker
-Annie thinks her best feature is her hair and nose
-Her back will often lock up on her but she had trianed herself ot get used to the shooting pain. No she wont tell anyone about it
-Annie has a comfort hoodie and she gets a lot more anxious if she doesn't have it on her person in some way, shape, or form
-She bites her fingernails to nubs
-Annie has really dry skin and hates the sensation of lotion so she just, won't use any.
Connie
-fluent in pig latin
-Connie snorts when he laughs
-He gets really motion sick so he doesn't like to do any like extra tricks n shit when he's in the odm gear.
-Connie is actually pretty flexable and can fold all the way in half
-He's really good with horses and other kinds of livestock. He is so skilled in fact that he can ride most horses without a saddle
-He can dislocate his shoulder and has used to to prank Jean and Sasha many times. He thinks its hilarious.
Jean
-No one brings it up but Jean has an accent. It’s faint but it’s there, especially when he’s feeling a strong emotion.
-He was really ducking chunky as a baby. Like….he had little rolls and it was adorable.
-Jean is asthmatic
-He can draw really well, in his free time he sketches.
-He really likes cookies.
-Jean is bilugual, he only really mumbles stuff under his breath and wont tell you when he said.
Sasha
-She cries a lot. She can’t help it, a lot of stuff just makes her emotional.
-She once grew her hair past her but and did the big chop before she enlisted. Yes she misses it sometimes.
-Sasha can’t walk in heels.
-She is a bit of a klepto…and she really can’t help it, sometimes she doesn’t even know she’s doing it until she’s long gone from the place she took the item from
-Sasha still has her baby blanket in perfect condition as well.
-Sasha can’t swim.
Erwin
-He is a ya bit insecure about his eyebrows
He cracks his knuckles a lot and Levi hates it. He cannot stand the sound and will stare him down when he cracks them
-Needs glasses from time to time when reading
-Erwin had a surprising deep voice as a child.
-He has a little bit of a sweet tooth
-Keeps emergency money in his shoe( a tip from his dad that he always uses)
Levi
-Levi can hold his breathe for about a minute
-He has amazing peripheral vision. Its almost impossible to sneak up on him he is always looking and can just see things around him very clearly.
-Levi can write in cursive and has pretty handwriting like Armin. But he won’t help anyone write anything.
-Levi always makes sure his nails are neat. He can't stand dirty fingernails.
-He has grey hairs like Mikasa does
Hanji
-Hanji always smells like chemicals.
-Hanji is actually blind as a bat and needs glasses prescription updates very often
-They almost always know when someone is being dishonest. It's like a sixth sense
-Hanji has an older brother but they don’t talk or keep in contact anymore.
-Hanji had a collection of teeth. Key word had. (Levi had something to do with it)
-They can see a broader spectrum of color and no one believes them!
Authors Note: I haven't written for AOT in forever so this was a nice little treat for myself. I literally grew up watching AOT, it is a comfort show and a staple of my childhood lol.
On another note, KINKTOBER is fast approaching so I will be mainly focusing on trying to get those fics whipped up before next month! I also turn 21 next month so I'm busy party planning and getting ready to absolutely destroy my liver lol. Anyway love you sinners! See ya next post! <3
Hey how ya doin’. I was wondering if I could get some headcanons with our AOT veterans. This is gonna sound cheesy but who doesn’t love cheese? I was thinking that they end up getting ordered to attend a very fancy ball and their crush or already s/o shows up with someone else cause the veteran didn’t get the chance to ask? Or something along those lines? Basically jealousy and frustrated vets.
AOT characters reaction to their crush going to the fancy ball with someone else instead of them would include.
~Eren~
You can practically feel the tension radiating from Eren the moment he spots you across the ballroom, your arm linked with someone else's as you laugh at something they've said. His jaw clenches involuntarily, those teal-green eyes darkening as they follow your every movement. He'd been dreading this formal event from the moment he received his orders to attend, but seeing you here - *with them* - makes his stomach twist in ways he didn't expect. The ornate chandeliers and elegant music suddenly feel suffocating as he watches you glide across the dance floor, looking absolutely radiant in your formal attire. He'd wanted to ask you himself, had rehearsed the words a dozen times, but duty and his own stubborn hesitation had gotten in the way.
The rational part of Eren's mind knows he has no claim over you, that his failure to speak up sooner is his own fault, but that knowledge does nothing to quell the burning jealousy that courses through him. His hands ball into fists at his sides as he watches your date spin you around, their hand resting possessively on your waist. Every smile you give them, every moment of closeness, feels like a knife twisting in his chest. He finds himself analyzing every interaction, searching for signs that you're not truly enjoying yourself, that maybe you'd rather be with him instead. The formal military uniform he's wearing feels restrictive, matching the way his throat seems to close up every time he considers approaching you.
Despite his growing frustration, Eren can't bring himself to look away or leave the ballroom entirely. He lingers near the edges of the crowd, nursing the same glass of wine for far too long, his brooding presence drawing curious glances from other attendees. When you finally catch his eye across the room, offering him one of your genuine smiles and a small wave, his heart races traitorously even as his expression remains carefully neutral. He manages a stiff nod in return, but inside he's memorizing every detail of how you look tonight, burning with the knowledge that he could have been the one making you laugh, the one holding your hand during the slower dances. The evening stretches on endlessly, each passing moment cementing his resolve to never let his own hesitation cost him another chance with you.
~Mikasa~
You watch from across the ornate ballroom as Mikasa's entire demeanor shifts the moment she spots you entering with someone else on your arm. Her typically composed expression falters for just a heartbeat - gray eyes widening slightly before that familiar stoic mask slides back into place. She's stunning in her formal attire, the deep emerald gown complementing her dark hair that's been elegantly styled for the occasion, but there's a tension in her shoulders that wasn't there moments before. Her fingers unconsciously drift to where her red scarf would normally rest, finding only bare skin above the neckline of her dress. The sight of you laughing at something your date says sends a sharp pang through her chest, and she has to force herself to look away, jaw clenched almost imperceptibly.
Throughout the evening, Mikasa maintains her usual grace and poise, but those closest to her can sense the undercurrent of frustration simmering beneath the surface. She accepts dance invitations with mechanical politeness, her responses clipped and formal, but her attention keeps drifting back to you. When you and your date move to the dance floor, she watches with the same intensity she once reserved for titan movements - calculating, analyzing, memorizing every gesture between you two. The rational part of her mind knows she has no right to feel this way, that her hesitation to act on her feelings has led to this moment, but the possessive part of her nature wars against that logic. Her grip tightens on her wine glass when your date leans in close to whisper something in your ear, and she has to remind herself that this is a formal event, not a battlefield.
As the night progresses, Mikasa's frustration with herself grows stronger than her jealousy toward your date. She recognizes that her own inability to be vulnerable, to take that leap of faith that matters of the heart require, has cost her this chance with you. The woman who can face down titans without flinching finds herself paralyzed by the thought of romantic rejection. When you catch her eye across the room and offer a genuine smile, she returns it with one of her rare, soft expressions - but there's a melancholy there too. She knows she'll spend the rest of the evening being the perfect soldier, the dutiful attendee, while internally cataloging this as another reminder that in matters of love, unlike in combat, hesitation truly can cost you everything.
~Armin~
You can see the exact moment Armin's heart sinks when you walk through the grand ballroom doors on another man's arm. He's been nervously adjusting his formal military dress uniform all evening, having rehearsed what he wanted to say to you dozens of times in his head. The sight of you in that stunning gown, radiant under the chandelier light but accompanied by someone else, sends a sharp pang through his chest that he tries desperately to hide behind a polite smile. His hands clench slightly at his sides as he watches you laugh at something your date says, and he can't help but analyze every interaction between you two, torturing himself with observations about how comfortable you seem together.
The jealousy burns quietly in Armin's chest as he maintains his composure throughout the evening, though those close to him can see the tension in his shoulders and the way his usual bright demeanor seems dimmed. He finds himself stealing glances at you across the room, his analytical mind working overtime to understand why you chose someone else - was it because he never found the courage to ask? Did you not see him that way? The frustration builds as he watches you dance, knowing he could have been the one spinning you around the floor if only he'd been braver. When well-meaning friends try to encourage him to ask other attendees to dance, he politely declines, too focused on the missed opportunity that's now playing out before his eyes.
Despite his inner turmoil, Armin's empathetic nature prevents him from being truly angry with you or your date. Instead, he directs most of his frustration inward, berating himself for his hesitation and lack of confidence. As the evening progresses, he finds a quiet moment to approach you, offering a genuine compliment about how beautiful you look while carefully masking the longing in his voice. He engages in polite conversation, his strategic mind already working on how to better position himself for future opportunities, but tonight he contents himself with simply being near you, even if it's not in the way he dreamed. The walk home alone afterward is when the weight of his disappointment truly settles in, and he spends the night staring at the ceiling, replaying every moment and planning how he'll never let fear hold him back again.
~Erwin~
Your absence from his arm at the ball cuts deeper than any battlefield wound Erwin has endured. He maintains his composed exterior as he watches you glide across the marble floor in another man's embrace, your laughter carrying across the ornate ballroom like a melody he's not allowed to hear. His jaw tightens imperceptibly as he observes how your partner's hand rests at the small of your back, how you smile up at him with genuine warmth. Erwin's fingers curl around his champagne glass with such force that his knuckles turn white, though his face remains a mask of professional courtesy as he exchanges pleasantries with other military officials. Every strategic bone in his body screams that this is a miscalculation he should have prevented.
The rational part of his mind - the part that has kept him alive through countless expeditions - knows he has no claim over you, no right to feel this consuming jealousy that burns in his chest like acid. Yet watching you be courted by another man feels like watching his most precious secret being stolen from him. He finds himself analyzing your companion with the same intensity he'd reserve for studying enemy formations: the way the man makes you laugh, how he guides you through the waltz, the obvious adoration in his eyes when he looks at you. Erwin realizes with bitter clarity that he's been a fool, too caught up in his duties and long-term strategies to recognize that someone else might appreciate what he's been too cowardly to pursue.
As the evening progresses, Erwin retreats to the balcony where the cool night air does nothing to quell the fire of frustration burning through him. He's commanded soldiers into certain death, made impossible decisions that saved humanity, yet he couldn't find the courage to simply ask you to accompany him tonight. The irony isn't lost on him - the man who can inspire hundreds to charge toward titans is defeated by his own inability to voice his feelings. When you appear at his side, breathless from dancing and asking if he's enjoying the evening, Erwin's response is measured and polite, though his eyes betray the storm of emotions he's desperately trying to contain. He watches you return to your partner with renewed determination, silently vowing that he won't make the same mistake twice.
~Levi~
You arrive at the grand ballroom on another man's arm, and Levi feels something cold and sharp twist in his chest. He's positioned himself strategically near one of the marble columns, nursing a glass of wine he hasn't touched, his gray eyes tracking your every movement across the polished floor. The formal military dress uniform feels foreign and restrictive, but not nearly as suffocating as watching you laugh at something your companion whispers in your ear. His jaw tightens almost imperceptibly, fingers drumming against the stem of his glass in a rhythm that betrays his inner turmoil. He tells himself he has no right to feel this way—he never asked you, never even hinted at his feelings—but the logic does nothing to quell the bitter taste of regret coating his tongue.
When your dance partner spins you gracefully across the floor, Levi's knuckles go white around his glass. He's faced down countless titans without flinching, but watching another man's hands rest so casually on your waist makes his blood simmer beneath his composed exterior. Every instinct screams at him to cut through the crowd and claim what should have been his, but he remains rooted in place, a statue of barely contained frustration. His usual stoic mask slips for just a moment when you glance in his direction, and he wonders if you can see the storm brewing behind his carefully neutral expression. The music swells, couples whirl past in a blur of silk and satin, and still he can't tear his gaze away from you.
As the evening progresses, Levi finds himself growing increasingly agitated with his own inaction. He watches you from across the room like a predator studying prey, cataloging every smile you give to someone else, every laugh that should have been meant for him. When other officers attempt to engage him in conversation, his responses are even more curt than usual, his patience worn thin by the sight of you in another man's arms. He knows he could approach you—rank and reputation would part the crowd like water—but pride and his own emotional limitations keep him anchored to his corner of the ballroom. The evening becomes a special kind of torture, a reminder of his own failings in matters of the heart, and he files away this moment as yet another reason why he should have acted sooner, spoken up, taken the risk of vulnerability that might have put you by his side instead.
~Hange~
The moment Hange spots you across the ballroom, her heart practically stops in her chest. You look absolutely stunning in your formal attire, and for a split second, she forgets how to breathe. But then her eyes drift to your companion - someone she doesn't recognize but who's clearly your date for the evening - and suddenly the champagne in her hand tastes bitter. She adjusts her glasses nervously, pushing them up her forehead in that telltale sign of her growing frustration. Hange had been so caught up in her research and preparations for this mandatory social event that she'd completely forgotten to ask you herself. Now, watching you laugh at something your date says, she feels like the biggest fool in the entire ballroom.
Throughout the evening, Hange finds herself stealing glances at you, her usual animated demeanor somewhat dampened by the gnawing jealousy eating at her chest. She tries to engage in conversations with other attendees, but her responses are distracted, her mind constantly wandering back to how your hand rests on your date's arm during the slow dances. When Moblit approaches her with concern, asking if she's feeling alright, Hange waves him off with a forced smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. She's used to being fearless in the face of Titans, but this emotional turmoil is entirely different - it's a vulnerability she's not equipped to handle with her usual scientific approach.
By the time the evening winds down, Hange has worked herself into a state of barely contained frustration. She corners you near the refreshment table, her glasses now firmly planted on top of her head as she struggles to find the right words. "You know," she starts, her voice carrying an edge that's unusual for her typically cheerful tone, "I had plans to ask you to this thing myself. Got too caught up in my experiments, I guess." She laughs, but it sounds hollow even to her own ears. "Your date seems... nice," she adds through gritted teeth, unable to hide the jealousy that's been building all evening. The admission hangs between you both, her vulnerability laid bare despite her attempts to maintain her composure.
~Jean~
You'd notice Jean's entire demeanor shift the moment he spots you across the ballroom, his jaw tightening as he takes in the sight of you looking absolutely stunning in formal attire - but on someone else's arm. His grip on his champagne glass would tighten until his knuckles go white, that familiar scowl deepening as he watches you laugh at something your date says. The rational part of his mind knows he never actually asked you to be his date, but that doesn't stop the surge of jealousy and frustration from burning in his chest. He'd probably mutter something under his breath about "that bastard" while trying to maintain his composure in such a formal setting, but you'd catch him stealing glances at you throughout the evening, his usual blunt confidence wavering into something more vulnerable.
Jean would spend most of the night alternating between wanting to march over and cut in during a slow dance, and berating himself for being such a coward about his feelings. Every time he sees you smile at your date, he'd feel that familiar pang of regret for not speaking up sooner, his pragmatic nature warring with the impulsive desire to do something dramatic. He'd probably find himself nursing drinks at the bar, making cutting remarks to whoever's unfortunate enough to be within earshot about how "some people just don't know quality when they see it." The worst part would be knowing that this whole situation could have been avoided if he'd just swallowed his pride and asked you properly instead of assuming you'd somehow just know how he felt.
Despite his frustration, Jean wouldn't be able to completely hide his feelings when you eventually approach him during the evening - whether to say hello or during a brief moment when your date steps away. His usual sharp tongue would falter slightly, replaced by an almost boyish awkwardness as he compliments how beautiful you look, though he'd try to play it off with his trademark sarcasm. You'd see right through his facade though, catching the way his eyes linger on you with something deeper than his usual casual interest, and the slight tension in his shoulders that betrays how much seeing you with someone else actually affected him.
~Sasha~
When you walk into that glittering ballroom on someone else's arm, Sasha feels her stomach drop in a way that has nothing to do with hunger. She's been dreading this whole fancy affair - the elaborate gown that feels foreign against her skin, the formal etiquette she's still fumbling through, the way everyone seems to glide across the marble floors while she's trying not to trip over her own feet. But seeing you there, radiant and smiling at your date, makes everything else fade into background noise. Her hands clench into fists at her sides as she watches you laugh at something they whisper in your ear, and for the first time in her life, food is the furthest thing from her mind. She'd been working up the courage to ask you for weeks, practicing the words in her head during training, but every time she tried to approach you, that old insecurity would creep in - what if you said no? What if someone like her wasn't good enough for someone like you?
The jealousy burns hot in her chest as she watches you dance, and Sasha finds herself retreating to the edges of the ballroom, picking at the elaborate spread of food without really tasting any of it. She keeps telling herself she should be happy for you, that she should just enjoy the evening and stop being so selfish, but every time your date spins you around or makes you smile, she feels that sharp pang of regret. Her usual appetite has completely vanished, replaced by a bitter taste in her mouth that no amount of fancy pastries can wash away. She catches glimpses of you throughout the night - the way the light catches in your hair as you move, how genuinely happy you seem - and she can't decide if she wants to march over there and cut in or disappear entirely. The formal dress feels like a costume, a reminder that maybe she was fooling herself thinking she could ever fit into your world.
By the time the evening winds down, Sasha has retreated to a quiet balcony, finally allowing herself to drop the forced smile she's been wearing all night. She stares out at the stars, feeling foolish for letting this opportunity slip through her fingers, for being too scared to take a chance. The sound of approaching footsteps makes her tense, half-hoping and half-dreading that it might be you, but when she glances back, she makes a silent promise to herself - next time, she won't let fear make her decisions for her. She'll be brave enough to speak up, to take that leap, because watching you with someone else tonight has shown her exactly what she stands to lose by staying silent. The fancy ball might be ending, but Sasha's determination is just beginning to crystallize into something fierce and unwavering.
~connie~
You can practically see the moment Connie's heart drops when he spots you across the ballroom, your arm linked with someone else's as you laugh at something they've said. He'd been so caught up in his own nervousness about the formal event - tugging at his dress uniform and complaining about how stiff everything felt - that he'd completely forgotten to ask you to be his date. The realization hits him like a punch to the gut, and suddenly all those jokes he'd been making about "fancy schmancy parties" don't seem so funny anymore. His usual bright demeanor falters as he watches you glide across the dance floor with your date, looking absolutely radiant in your formal attire.
The jealousy burns hot in his chest, manifesting in ways that are painfully obvious to anyone paying attention. Connie finds himself gripping his champagne glass a little too tightly, his jaw clenched as he tries to maintain casual conversation with his fellow soldiers while his eyes keep drifting back to you. He's never been good at hiding his emotions, and tonight is no exception - his friends can practically feel the waves of frustration radiating off him. When your date spins you around during a particularly elegant waltz, Connie actually has to look away, muttering something under his breath about "show-offs" and "stupid fancy dancing." He keeps telling himself he should just go over and say hello, be friendly, act normal - but every time he works up the courage, he sees how happy you look and his confidence crumbles.
By the end of the evening, Connie's managed to work himself into quite the state, alternating between self-deprecating jokes about his own stupidity and slightly bitter comments about formal events in general. He spends most of the night hovering around the edges of the ballroom, watching you have what appears to be an absolutely wonderful time while he nurses his wounded pride. When you finally do catch his eye and wave with that bright smile of yours, he manages a weak wave back, but inside he's kicking himself for being such a coward. The worst part is knowing that if he'd just been brave enough to ask you himself, it could have been him making you laugh, him spinning you around the dance floor, him being the reason for that beautiful smile lighting up your face.
i would literally kill for headcannons about the AOT boys’ (and girls and Hange too tbh) preferences in women atm, and written by you because your headcannons actually make me cackle out loud, and are so well-written and profoundly accurate. i’m feeling introspective like… who would really be into what traits? what shit actually captivates and attracts them? what little quirks allow someone to catch their eye? you seem to have such a well-rounded and thorough understanding of the characters so i thought i’d ask if that’s something you’d be interested in writing about<3
how fun!!!! here are a few thoughts on the matter…of course all personality and character traits, no physical ones :)
eren likes a s/o who’s a lil crazy LOL he likes spontaneity and fearlessness….he likes when someone is quick to say yes to new things or has a crazy story to tell at a party—he’s automatically pulled in by extroverted people. you tell him about how you pierced your own ear once or gave urself a stick and poke tattoo and he is horny on the spot
armin likes a s/o who’s a bit snippy, a bit dominant—he likes someone who knows what they want and isn’t afraid to fight for their own fairness. likes when someone keeps him on his toes with their quickness and brashness. ur at a party and someone accidentally bumps into him and doesn’t say sorry and you go right up to them like “you hit him, you owe him an apology” and he has to mentally muster up all of his strength not to get hard LOL
mikasa likes a gentle s/o, maybe a bit soft spoken and dreamy (kinda like her) who is very protective of and attentive to her. she’s used to being the giver—being the one to fill others cups with her own empty pot. when you put her first, above others and yourself (like she has done her whole entire life), she feels like it’s too good to be true. she loves someone who can prove that doting doesn’t have to mean weak—you can be sweet and salty, soft and driven
similar to armin, jean likes a s/o who’s a little mean LMFAOOO not like actually mean but he just loves to be walked like a dog. he loves a s/o that can “wear the pants in the relationship” and he can just sit back and be like wow...thats hot LOL. loves someone who can hold their own, as well as his own (even tho they dont have to be any means, he just thinks its attractive) he’s always been second choice so he loves someone standing up for him. someone hits on him and ur like “he’s my boyfriend :) do you not have fucking eyes?” and he’s literally mind body and soul all yours in that moment LOL. he admires someone who is straightforward and a bit aggressive with what they want/like
connie likes someone who can match his energy while simultaneously looking out for him and making sure he’s not being stupid lmfao. he loves someone who is willing try new things with him or express interest in something that he likes! but then when he gets a bit too into it and is about to make a bad decision, he appreciates when you hold him back. hes like “lets go out to the bar and see some friends tonight!” and ur like “yes! how fun!” and then you get there and hes like “i am gonna get so drunk, bartender gimme a round of shots!” and ur like “no, you have work tomorrow” and hes all “🫡🫡🫡 yes boss” he just loves to trust you blindly, his fav thing about you is knowing that you always do whats best for him
sasha likes someone who is patient. patience and kindness are so important to her!!!! she always tries to put her best foot forward and be kind to all without reasoning, so when her s/o does the same thing to her???? shes folding. shes often overlooked for being “slow” or “stupid” so when you praise her and treat her with respect, or take a moment to explain something to her instead of overlooking it, she appreciates that so so so so much. she is so attracted to someone who is genuine and caring and communicative....she loves to repay you for all you do (esp in the bedroom, shes a giver ;P )
hange is attracted to responsibility and stability. they need a s/o who will remind them to eat, go to bed, shower, etc. they love knowing that someone is looking out for their best interest, that they are someone’s first priority in a way as sweet and intimidate as domestic little errands or chores. they like someone who is attentive and observant—someone who remembers the little details of their tangents and asks them to further elaborate on something that intrigued them. hange loves effort
levi likes a clingy s/o….yes i think he’s overwhelmed at first bc he’s not used to receiving attention and openly accepting love in forms of physical or verbal affirmations…but once he experiences it, he’s addicted. he loves a s/o who always wants to be around him, touching him, resting on him, always near and with him in some capacity. he likes the permanence of a life long commitment to someone. he is so so so incredibly attracted to loyalty…the thought of you choosing him to spend the rest of your life with makes him literally feral
reiner likes a supportive s/o bc i think he needs a lot of reassurance and validation :/ he likes someone who will constantly verbally remind him of their love for him. likes a communicative and doting s/o. he’s such a big baby—you scratch his back when he’s laying down and the intimacy of the simple act has him tearing up like you’re scratching my back??? of all peoples backs you could be scratching??? 🥹🥹 he needs help lol
porco likes to be the boss of someone, or rather think that he’s being the boss of someone (when he’s in reality not in control at all lmfao) ive said this a handful of times but he likes to be the fun police. likes to watch over you, let you have your fun but stop you when you’re being too reckless (kinda the opposite of connie), likes to be the one to pull you in and say ok that’s enough 🤨 or what am i gonna do with you 🤨 when in reality he is wrapped around ur lil finger, constantly thinking about you and if youre ok / having fun
• doing most of the talking in a conversation because she can say a lot with few words (and also just loves to hear you talk)
• her laughing when you pout because she doesn’t always give in to you
• being surprised with gifts
• getting squeezed tight (sometimes a little too tight) and gently swayed during hugs
• her pinching your cheeks or flicking your forehead when you’re being annoying
• letting you make a lot of the frivolous decisions because she’s really just down for whatever you wanna do
SASHA
• taste testing each other’s food
• her spam texting you things that remind her of you
• getting up late because “5 more minutes”, which turn into 10, 20, even an hour if you let her
• nose kisses, dramatic cheek kisses (”mmmwah!”) , lighthearted kisses on your fingertips
• her face-down mumbling at you as if you can understand what she’s saying
• pointing out things you find interesting to each other whenever you’re out together
HANGE
• them softly kissing the top of your head while you’re cuddling
• carefully running their fingers through your hair and admiring your peaceful face while you sleep
• whispering to each other under the sheets before bed about anything and everything, only illuminated by the muted television
• never sitting in silence, you always have something to tell each other about
• “there’s my favorite pretty ___ :))”
HISTORIA
• movie nights in each other’s bedrooms (that may end up in you both making out)
• good morning/good night texts whenever you’re not together
• self care nights with face masks and cucumbers on your eyes, she might even paint your nails if you let her
• her bopping you on the head with rolled up paper when you’re being troublesome
• always doing your nightly routine together, even if it’s over facetime
• both of you being half asleep but still mumbling replies to each other
ANNIE
• getting used to her stoic demeanor and quietness but checking in with her all the time anyway, and her pretending it’s annoying but secretly loving how much you care
• leaving you on read when you text her asking for stuff, even though she fully intends on buying/bringing it for you
• her being secretly overprotective (beating up that flirty, sleezy guy when you weren’t looking)
• you stealing her hoodies and giggling because you know she wants them back, but doesn’t have the heart to take them from you (most of the time)
• “babe”, “hon”, “love”,
• her being the big spoon when you cuddle, and always falling asleep with her face tucked in the crook of your neck
