Eren X Levi - Blog Posts
Fav ship category: Battle Couple composed by a younger hot headed, passionate and energic top, with their cold more mature but protective older bottom.
-Izuku x Giulio
These two are such a fun duo.
The contrast between their styles and personalities makes for an instant fav ship, and it's fun how they progress in the movie together
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-Bakugou x Edgeshot
Need to explain this one? Shinya literally is the reason Katsuki isn't in the afterlife lol, he metaphorically and literally became Bakugo's heart, how you can go better than that?
The savior dynamic is perfect, just like the such different aesthetic and personalities that compliment each other perfectly. You can't imagine how happy makes me know they're so close in the epilogue after all those years (Katsuki doesn't need Deku is he has Shinya)
They are like the Ereri of MHA in terms of style.
Speaking of which...
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Eren x Levi
The whole reason for me to watch SNK in the first place. Wish I lived during the peak of the ship though.
All time classic for good reason.
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Shoto x Hawks
You can't tell me Shoto didn't have a small crush on Keigo.
This is the only valid and real ship for Keigo with one of the Todorokis kids.
It's a shame Horikoshi didn't make Shoto to have his intership with Hawks and instead go with Tokoyami. What a waste...
Oh also I guess this ship is different than the others because Shoto is the cold one while Hawks is the energic goofer.
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Denji x Aki
Doomed yaoi everyone.
I'm 100% on the idea of Denji being the top in the relationship, sorry to the Aki top stans (even if I do think Aki is a power bottom).
CSM isn't the same without these two going along.
Hi I’m pissed because I saw a manga spoiler in a TikTok video comment section because people don’t like a ship. So rant time
First of all, it’s all fictional. No one is getting hurt in these ships. Because, you know, they’re fictional ships.
What happened to “don’t like don’t read” like come on, it’s so easy to just, I don’t know, IGNORE?! Don’t like, don’t interact.
Second of all, what gives you the right to ruin the experience for others? And for what?
Not only is it rude and an asshole move, but it only strengthens the person’s conviction to keep doing what they’re doing. Trust me.
Third of all, the ship you don’t like is actually legal now. Is it still wrong cause of the parental role of one figure? Maybe. But that’s also NOT your call.
Fourth of all, people are entitled to their own opinions. And if it is not hurting you or anyone else tangible, it’s not your place to get upset.
Finally, I don’t even canonically ship them (yes I’m talking about Ereri). I canonically ship Eruri but read aged up fanfiction about Ereri with a smaller age gap cause I like the character dynamics. Wtf, people.
You’re being petty over a fictional ship and ruining the experience for others. Let people enjoy things.
People can, and have, shipped worse and will not stop because you tell them to. You’re just being mean for no reason.
Please rec your favorite Ereri long fics where they aren’t underaged.
In return, my absolute favorites are Fallen Star by Monsoon, Number Unknown by Belle_Lestrange101, Flight (When None Purseth) by mongoose_bite and Good Enough to Eat by wasterella.
Special emphasis on the last 2.
Mikasa makes the choice to visit her uncle, Kenny, for all the days he will spend in the hospital, even if her cousin, Levi, always disagrees with her. Tending to him as much as she can, even though she isn’t special like the doctors and nurses. Providing him with her company on the walks he takes, even if Kenny won’t talk to her. Mikasa makes the choice to be the one to burden all her decisions alone, even if it hurts her best friend. She makes the choice to fall in love with someone, even if it destroys her in the end. Every decision comes with a consequence. Mikasa’s learning how to deal with hers.
A Conversation about the Sky (EreMika Fanfic)
Summary: Mikasa doesn't even notice the tightening of her fingers around his arm, or that her breathing is uneven, or that her legs and arms and her whole body is frozen and she should probably calm her heart down, but the only thing on her mind is he is here, a mantra that keeps on repeating in her head. He's here. He's here. He's here. He's really here. A smile lights up upon his face and it makes her cry even more. "Mikasa." He tries to say it with ease but his voice cracks in the middle as though he hasn't said her name for years.
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Warning: Spoilers, Angst, Emotional hurt/comfort, Canonical Character death, References to Depression, Fluff, Mutual Pining, Kissing, Making out.
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The back of a head is the first thing Mikasa sees after she opens her eyes and it takes her a moment before she can register that it is an unruly mess of brown hair on the head. It is too familiar, the shape of the head, the thin strands of the hair and how many times she has searched for this specific hair color in a sea of other colors. And she can just about imagine how it would look tied into a little ponytail as though it was a sixth sense in and of itself.
"Eren?"
She shouldn't say his name, because the figure in front of her could be anyone, but she does anyway.
The figure doesn't move an inch.
"Eren?"
His name rolling off of her tongue has always been a naturality on its own right but right now, it feels strange. As if she should have been calling his name all this time.
But didn't I?
Her arm lifts itself up, or maybe it is of her own accord, she doesn't know anything anymore, other than the fact that there is a sudden desire to touch this figure in front of her. To just have a feel of that hair, or cling onto those tattered-looking clothes, or even just a touch of the nape of his neck.
The figure is startled the moment her fingers come into contact with a little piece of his cloth, shoulders jerking up, and his body tenses up.
"Eren?" Mikasa's voice comes out as a whisper, but he nonetheless hears it. The way his ears perk up at the mention of his name remains the same, and she thinks it is as though he might get a command from someone any time now.
Please …
What? Please, what?
I don't know but please …
"Eren?" Her grip is on his arm now, too greedy for her own good but she must satisfy her hunger. She couldn't help it anymore, she has to see his face, so she twists him around and tries to locate those green as grass eyes of his until she realizes that she doesn't have to search. The pair of eyes are staring right down at her.
Mikasa is unable to open her mouth anymore so she leaves it be, her hands coming up to cover them and she can feel the slight tremble of her lips. Her thumb collects a tear that runs off on its own as a noise that sounds like a cry arose from somewhere. It isn't until later that she realizes it came from her own throat.
Those boyish facials she has spent her whole life looking after, taking care of the many scars and bruises it received due to his reckless habit of jumping face first into fights whether it concerned him or not, and the hair she remembers she based her own out of because it was the closest and only thing she could imagine that could guide the scissor in her hand, the mouth that cried out her name and it was the most beautiful sound she'd ever heard.
Eren is here in flesh.
Mikasa doesn't even notice the tightening of her fingers around his arm, or that her breathing is uneven, or that her legs and arms and her whole body is frozen and she should probably calm her heart down, but the only thing on her mind is he is here, a mantra that keeps on repeating in her head.
He's here.
He's here.
He's here.
He's really here.
A smile lights up upon his face and it makes her cry even more. "Mikasa." He tries to say it with ease but his voice cracks in the middle as though he hasn't said her name for years.
Mikasa is vaguely aware of her next movement: the wetness of her hands and cheeks is the first thing she notices but then she finds herself planting her hands all over his face, fingers crawling every nook and cranny, behind the ears, his scalp, under his jaw, half because she wants to make sure this isn't a cursed dream and half because there might be injuries hidden somewhere and she wants to be the one to treat it.
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