Wings Of Freedom

don’t mind me getting emotional imagining Levi experiencing gradual firsts like the changes spring and the movement of the stars and scribbling this-

It’s difficult for postwar!Levi to believe he deserves peace. Yes, he’s fought for it, bled for it- but his comrades died for it. Sometimes, on days when the long winter is melting into spring and the sun shines kindly on the brave first flowers pushing defiant heads through frozen soil, he feels like he’s betrayed them by living on.

He knows it isn’t what they’d want him to think. He isn’t a fool. But they aren’t around to chastise him for it. Hange isn’t there to clap him on the shoulder and make fun of his brooding. Erwin isn’t there to remind him what the sacrifice was for. Isabel and Furlan are long gone- they never got to see the way the stars move, following you through time on slow paths.

He didn’t expect them to move, honestly. He’d always imagined the stars stuck like painted dots the wide, dark dome of the sky, permanently holding their poses from the last time they were all together.

It breaks his heart a little even as it comforts him. Nothing stays.

worlds slowest fanfic author tries really really hard

everyone in the notes we are all holding hands. everyone who hasnt worked on a wip in weeks or months or years, its okay. we are going slow but we are going

Will never not be my favorite official art

Post war Levi x gn! reader. Years after the titans have been wiped out, Levi still finds himself struggling with insomnia. But perhaps a strange type of tea is the key to tiring him out...

Content Guidance: NSFW. preestablished relationship. Reader has a pussy but no gendered terms used. Aphrodisiac. Masturbation. P in V. Lots of cursing. This is post war so Levi uses a wheelchair and is still dealing with the way his body has altered over the years, including scars, old injuries, allusions toward weight gain, and general aging. Approx 2.2k words.

Titans were no longer a threat, but for Levi, the sleepless nights persisted. 

It wasn’t just the nightmares or the pain of old injuries, but the nagging thought that he needed to be up, to do something, which lingered and kept him from stealing anything more than a couple of hours of rest.

One last snippet from chapter 5 of wmts. The full chapter is coming out Monday (:

AoT characters! I love them all <3

– you... you're insane-

– maybe i am.

Stop not the size difference 😭

second ever choso drawing ^^

post war spring 💐💐💐

+ thank you @sixpennydame for supporting me during this one 🫶🏻

Jitsu!! This is so beautiful everything about it is so perfect! The flowers even look like the ones I grow in my garden. AHHHHH I JUST LOVE YOUR ART SO MUCH!!!