Fanart from some months ago!! PLEASE don’t repost !
The water went off the next day. Lalita sent a message through the app to inform us she didn’t know when it would be back. The nearest desalination plant had suffered some sort of breakdown and all the towers in the immediate vicinity were affected.
I expected panic. I had two thirds of a container of water in my room and I was prepared to fight for it if I had to.
a series this time!! written by the wonderful @mongoose-bite.
These Weren’t Memories: holy shit best characterization I’ve seen of Levi?? Ever?? Canon as far as I’m concerned. I’ve re-read it like five times now, not even kidding. Bombass summary makes an appearance one of the chapters and you go ohhhhhhh.
A Sound Like Breaking Glass: actually gasped, the plot twist is SO good. now the fourth book I’ve bound about pirates. Full of heartache and surprise and just so wonderful. Also, did I mention pirates? Shiganshina-by-the-Sea is where I live now. Cannot recommend enough!!
Neither Tarnished Nor Afraid: couldn’t put it down the first time I read it. The first one I read by Crunchy and then I quickly fell down the rabbithole. The suspense!! The worldbuilding!! The tension!! Also Eren is a vigilante, heh.
more pics under the cut, bc ngl I really love how these came out! A million thanks again to Crunchy for letting me bind his works :D
warning: chapter 115 manga spoilers ahead! i wrote this really fast and gave it to a sleepy beta so i hope you like it!
Eren lost sight of Pieck and Reiner, moving through the crumbling cityscape. Still no sign of Porco. Damnit! They were running out of time. They needed the other shifters for the plan to work.
The rumbling. Eren could sense that the time was drawing near. The coordinate paths ran crooked through their lives. Thousands of decisions and each time he made one, the light to the other choice faded and dimmed. He could only hope he had made the right one. Soon he was approaching the time where all paths met, where all paths ended.
They weren’t here. He must have gone in the wrong direction. His titan was running out of steam. He entered an open space and paused.
This was the old Shiganshina town square. This was where they held the spring festival every year. Where his parents married. Where he had his first fight. Where he danced standing on his mother’s shoes. He left his titan. The air was cool on his face and he tilted his head to the fading sun. People had begun reclaiming the previously abandoned city. The effort was slow going. New panes of glass hung in the windows. New roof tiles with their clay not yet faded or weathered by sun dotted the view. Fresh paint on the window panes brought back the memory of Eren earning a little extra coin by slapping fresh paint on a neighbor’s house. Someone had even started an herb garden in the house on the corner from Hannes’ old home.
Now, of course, the current inhabitants had been evacuated by what they were now calling the Jaegerists. Eren hated the moniker, but he needed the men.
Soon, he thought, closing his eyes. He just needed to keep pushing through. Keep moving forward.
A glint off of one of the new window panes flashed in his eyes. Eren bit deep into his hand, reaching for the power of the Warhammer Titan as he did so, blocking the blow with a titan forearm hardened by shards of crystal. His opponent struck, the blades dragging then glancing off. There was a small spinning blur in Eren’s peripheral vision and then it was snaking around his legs, aiming for his Achilles heel, the backs of his knees. Too powerful and too fast for Eren to harden each point before it struck.
Levi. He’s alive?
The soaring feeling in Eren’s breast was quickly replaced with panic as he caught the briefest sight of Levi’s steely grey eyes.
“Oh fuck he’s going to kill me,” Eren guessed as Levi went for Eren’s neck.
My Caesar woke me up, beeping frantically to let me know someone had actually gone to the effort of calling me and I fumbled around in the dark to unplug it before sitting up and answering.
“Hello Dev.” The voice on the other end was like a bucket of cold water, waking me instantly.
me, casually scooting behind you, whispering in your ear: don’t be a dick to JJ. JJ is the guy who, knowing you talk shit about him, would still put his savings to your gofundme page to help when you’re in need. don’t be a dick to JJ.
“Hello,” I sang out, but couldn’t maintain my cheer for long. “Why does everyone keep assuming I’m a sex worker?” I complained as I started taking off my shoes.
“You’re pretty,” Lalita said, without missing a beat.
“Wishful thinking?” Joo-won suggested, and I jumped. I hadn’t expected anyone else to be here. The policeman was standing by Lalita’s workstation, his device in his hand and his cap sitting on the corner of the table. Lalita was watching her screens.I stared at them both, still wearing one shoe and flattered into utter speechlessness.