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Happy women's day to our best girls!!!

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THEY ATE

Mikasa looks sooo cute

Nifa is such a queen and I will not tolerate any disrespect towards her, she is literlly my girl.

Annie looks cute I have to admit it

Levi looks like such a DIVA but he slays and looks so good no matter what.

Mike ate fr

Nanaba looks so cool like what.

And Berthold and reiner look powerful.

Thats it.

(I wish abel was in here too yk the guy who looks like tsukishima kei from haikyuu, or anka, rico, gustav, charlotte or hitch and marlow)

Tags!! @viiper1

What your favorite underrated ship in aot and why?

Warning: s3 and s4 aot spoiler

MOBLIT AND HANJI

MARLO X HITCH

Ian and rico

Gustav and anka

With no doubt one of my Favorite ships.

So I told you this before, I usually don't ship alot of ships (regardless if popular or not (ngl sometimes I made my own ships that no one knew about except me💀😭))

But this one really stick with me because I always enjoyed there dynamic.

They have such a chaotic energy and it feels like they've know each other for ages, and I do know that hanji is basically the reason why moblit drinks (💀) BUT I think that IF they would have been a thing which would have happend after season 3 OR 4 mostly, (if both survived) bc before it felt like it could be romantic but was mostly friends and after s3 it felt like : damn he saved her, they should have been something MORE"

And for me it was like : yeah they already were smt MORE but they didn't make it there like eren and mikasa a tragic love

(They have such Potential to be offically, canonaly a couple)

(Honestly in my head and in alot of ppls heads they are canon idc)

I think hanji really needed him and she, as we saw wasn't going anywhere near into doing smt too crazy again (the only time she was acting "crazy" it was abt titans).

So yeah I think his drinking would have stopped then.

And not to mention he supported her but in the same time keept her grounded like when she wanted him to sketch eren when he was clearly injured (💀) so he definetly knows how to handel her.

Bc come one without a second thought he saved Hanji over himself, he did not think "ok I need to survive " NO he thought of hanji and was absolutly loyal to hanji.

So yeah he thinks hanji is crazy but still divine in his eyes.

For me THEY should have been canon instead of ANNIE AND ARMIN LIKE WHAT???

(Ok every ship is better then them)

(I do know both of there deaths were needed BUT STILL)

So yeah I think you can ship them as friends but also romatic.

I think most people overlook him cuz he didn't had too many apperances.

Where are my dear moblit x hanji shipper at?

I really love them.

They had such Potential like marlo x hitch I think it is obviously that there was smt going on between them romanticaly.

Before dying he thought of HER without getting why but I KNOW EXACTLY WHY

He should have hided behind his horse like floche did (thats literlly why floche survived)

Marlo and hitch are CANON IDC.

IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN THEM THEY ARE SO TRAGIC TOO

And they are soooo canon cuz she waited for him and he thought of her BEFORE dying and obviously she didn't want him to go to leave the MC cuz she wanted him to survive and be with HER!!!

I think they would have become a thing after s4 and hitch would have left paradies with the others and him cuz there is no way he is with the jeagerists and she would have become a more Important character in s4 ( she already was but still)

I don't think she ever "really" got over him.

Where my hitch x marlo shipper at?

And also I liked anka and gustav the 2 ppl who are always with pixis but sadly both died but I liked them friendshiply.

(Gustav wasn't animatated in s4 thats what I won't EVER forgive)

Ah and Ian and rico but also friendshiply

I love ian the guy from s1 who sacrificed himself for a friend and rico is an icon I love her.

(I don't acually think hitch agrees with the jeagersist but she stayed bc of pressure (i think) rico mostly does (cuz she is still alive) but if both were more involved with the main group (or ian didnt d1e) who knows? Maybe they would have been with armin rn) i think hitch would have went with armin and agreed with them if annie didn't make the decision to leave her behind ( I think armin would have taken her in for support (and he obviously knew she was there) cuz they needed it))))

@viiper1

The complete Attack on School Castes, have fun :3

Credits: (Volume 21-32) - https://www.reddit.com/r/ShingekiNoKyojin/comments/iu46gg/aot_fake_previews_masterpost/

(Volume 33) - https://twitter.com/AttackOnFans/status/1342873731790725120

(Volume 34) - https://twitter.com/aotbirb/status/1393803988349472769

i ship hitch and annie more than armin and annie tbh

My favorite characters from Shingeki no Kyojin ♥️

It is in alphabetical order 🤗

My favorite girls from Shingeki no Kyojin 😊

New illustrations by Sasha, Annie and Hitch for the game Brave Order

They look beautiful 💗

Girlfriends 💝

repression, and the guilt it causes when you're not with me - an annie x reader drabble

Feelings are easily ignored one would think, especially if the aggravator is locked away in a stone made of clear crystal. When you can see her but not touch her, talk to her but get no reply, overthinking sets in and guilt surrounding your relationship with Annie is embedded to to bone.

The stone floors all look the same. From room to room, the bumps and lines are all in the exact same place. Dents and crevasses paint a marble of patterns on the walls, almost identical to the room next to it, and the one opposite. Even if we move into a different room, they all look the same. The beaten, worn stone turns more battered the more you’re in the room. Like your mere presence is enough to make stone regret and cave into itself. Like your mere presence causes confident stone to pull away and retreat into dirt.

The guard that frequents this room pays attention to more than just her stone. She hears, she listens. Every word spoken is captured by the guard’s ear. She knows everything, she sees it too. Their watchful eyes burn into your back when you visit her. You can’t say more than simple ‘hellos’ and ‘I’ve been good’. Their sorrow glares and the glances full of regret and shame. Every movement shows what you really are. Every shift, every stance - it gives you away. Shows your true self to them and they can’t help but look away, filled with disgust. They ought to have you removed from her care.

All of the lingering feelings. All of the thoughts about her that never leave no matter how much you focus on other things. It all leads back to her. Your stupid Annie. So, you vowed to leave them in this room. You vowed to not think about her unless you were with her. You vowed to not smell her hair, to hear her laugh, to say her name. Unless you were with her.

Her lifeless expression seen under the stone never wavered. Her face never moved, not an inch. Her shoulders tense and her legs stiff. For even she knows what you are. You never hid it with her. Despite her mundane choice of words and her nonchalant attitude, the shame and guilt vanished in the moments you were with her. Those perpetual, repulsive thoughts seemingly disappeared when you were with her. She let you get it all out, “Repressing feelings is never a good thing”, she would say, to try and coax more feelings out of you. It’s ironic now. All that talk about being free and letting go, and she went and suppressed herself inside a stone. One that can’t be broken. At least she’s free from all of your guilt.

But the guilt and shame hunts you down. The knowledge of your moments together, all your hushed sighs and the rustled bed sheets, always found you. Like a poltergeist with a nasty attachment to you. It pushed doors open, the creaks reminding you of the bed bouncing. It opens windows and the wind blowing in howls like a subtle moan. You’ll never escape it.

And everyone knows. They see it clear as day. They whisper about you in the dining hall. They gossip and glare as you walk past, heading for the cold, dark room. Where else would you be? No other room holds your heart inside it. You follow the everlasting hallways to her room. The abstract patterns in the stone ways start to bend and form words. Even the walls know. They’ve seen everything. Every touch, every fuck, and every stare, even those not reciprocated. The words etched into the walls bore back at you. They scream, they holler, they shout. They’ve seen the guilt and heard every repressed thought of her. No act of reconciliation goes unnoticed. Every attempt to get her out of that god forsaken stone.

You come to the door, but it’s broken open, hinges barely holding onto the wall. The room sits empty, no guard to listen in on all your intimate and private moments with her. But where is she? Her stone lays shattered across the floor. The pieces scattered everywhere and the stone concrete floors are drenched in wet slime. The feeling disgusts you, it’s all too familiar for you to handle. Yet, she’s gone. But you mustn't think of where she could be. She isn’t with you anymore, so you cannot think of her. You vowed not to.

Down the hall, in yet another dull, gray room, shouts emerge and thuds vibrate the floor. You don’t bother to deal with that issue. You’re too preoccupied with the dilemma you face currently. For you are forever guilty without her. The room that encompassed your safety has vanished. Those repulsive thoughts flood back to you, clouding every corner of your mind. The shame can finally hunt you down and finish the job off. Footsteps come chasing towards you. They grow louder and louder as they inch closer. Finally, you’ll meet your end and be set free. A life without her is not one worth living. The walls spill out all of your secrets. The people gossip and whisper. The guilt grows louder.

Every inch of the building shakes. The walls, the floor, the door - everything. It rattles and rumbles. The walls finally start to crumble and break. The dirt seeps from the corners and the beams start to fall from the ceiling and crash onto the floor. You back out of the room. All your secrets being left in that room, setting you free. Freedom finds you, not guilt. The room has fallen and all your tainted vows fall with it. It’s all destroyed. You’re free to think. About her. About it all. Free to think about every touch, every fuck, and every reciprocated stare. And the smell of her hair, her laugh, and her name, Annie.

You hope, you dream that you get to be with her. To finally be free of the shackles you put yourself in. that room is no more and neither are your perpetual, repulsive thoughts. Simple eye contact is all you need. All the remnants of shame, guilt, and fear have since left you. You touch, you hold, you feel. She grabs you and you feel weightless. Her arms wrap around your neck and you two collapse to the floor. Her existence is enough to make you feel free.