Shura absolutely adores cats and is a very proud self-proclaimed cat person. He thinks Yurio’s cat magnetism is the best magic in the world. Unfortunately, he did not inherit it, which leads to much heartbreak for his poor glass heart, which he did inherit from his mother…
Hi I love your blog! And I was wondering if I could get some more random headcannons About the 104# squad?
Hello! I’m so glad that you enjoy the blog! And you can certainly have some more random headcanons:
It’s super rare for either Marco, Bertholdt, or
Christa to swear. When it happens, the culprit freaks out and everyone else
thinks it’s the cutest/funniest thing in the world. Some how, no one questions it when Armin curses.
Connie is like everyone’s little brother.
Many of the 104th
trainees would go to Armin when they needed someone to talk to.
Marco was voted to give the best hugs because he
meant every single one, Reiner was second for similar reasons, and Bertholdt
came in third because he’s so tall.
Reiner thinks he is hilarious, and only Annie
and Ymir think he isn’t.
someone was in the infirmary, the rest of the squad would take turns keeping them company and telling them made up stories. Together, they created a large cast of characters and a pretty interesting, intricate plot. Armin kept notes on it all.
resents how tall both Reiner and Bertholdt are. She thinks about this more than she’ll ever admit, and often curses them for being so vertically inclined. However, she does secretly like
it because they envelop her on the rare occasion that she hugs them or falls
asleep cuddling them
One time, Jean got Connie
to lick a pole in the middle of winter (but to be fair, Connie was kind of asking for it.) The punishment he received for that was
Ymir generally sits in chairs the wrong way. Take that as you well. She’ll also sit on desks/tables instead of chairs if she can.
Marco sings in the shower. No one minds.
Reiner liked to passively flirt with his fellow
cadets as a way to keep them from getting too serious.
was nearly impossible for only one member of the 104th division to
get sick at a time. They’re too close for that.
Sasha doesn’t like wearing shoes, but knows she
has to because it’s socially unacceptable not to as well as dangerous not to in
the Survey Corps.
Marco doesn’t understand dirty jokes. Neither does Connie.
is not as innocent as everyone thinks, and has a decently dirty mind. She’s
just not very prone to share that with others. Ymir just about dies whenever Christa deems it necessary to share one of her thoughts with her.
and Marco were surprisingly close during training. They found each other’s presence very comforting.
Shadis says he didn’t pick favorites, but if he
had to choose, he would’ve picked Reiner from the 104th
Athyra, stop killing me with all the fluffy DiaRiko! My poor gay shipper heart can't take it
I was just rambling a three-paragraph response but somehow this turned into a tiny bliplet (set in anime-verse):
“Riko-san? Are you alright?”
Riko jolts and instinctively hides her hand behind her back, regretting it a moment later. It isn’t as if she’s doing something wrong, but her action makes her suspicious to any onlookers and it’s no exception for the student council president who happens to pass by.
Dia frowns and strides purposefully towards the younger girl. “What were you doing?”
Sighing, Riko reluctantly holds out her hand and braces herself for the inevitable. “I-I accidentally hurt myself and I was looking for bandaids-”
Just as she expected, Dia begins to fuss over the small cuts and reprimands her for coming to the club room instead of the infirmary. “This is not enough. Come with me, you need to-”
Riko firmly stays her ground even as Dia pulls at her hand, mindful of the injured areas. “I’m fine, Dia-san. It doesn’t hurt that bad, I’d rather not make a big deal out of this-”
Dia interrupts her with a severe look. “It is not the matter of pain, Riko-san. You have such pretty hands, you need to take care of them better.”
“Huh? What-?” Riko is so taken aback that Dia has successfully tugged her towards the door before she realizes it. She glances down at the older girl’s hand, noting how it is the same size, if not slightly smaller than her own. Suddenly conscious their contact, of the warmth from Dia’s hand, Riko could feel a faint blush forming on her cheeks.
The blush only darkens when other students glance their way curiously. The student council president is unaware of all the attention, with the way she walks down the hallway and her grip still unrelenting yet somehow gentle around the younger girl’s. By the time they reach the infirmary, Riko’s face is already red enough which prompts Dia to ask if she has a fever as well.
“Mou, Dia-san! I told you, I’m fine!” Riko tries to free her hand, flustered from the idle gossip and the taller girl’s intent gaze.
“Humor me then. I will not feel fine until the cuts are treated properly,” Dia’s curt tone ends any room for argument.
Frowning, Riko stubbornly remains silent while Dia gingerly dabs at the small cuts with a cotton swab. She appreciates Dia’s sentiment, but she is rather embarrassed by the whole spectacle earlier and miffed about the latter being oblivious to her discomfort.
After Dia carefully wraps the bandaids around the cuts, she continues to hold Riko’s hand, much to her confusion.
“Apologies for being so forceful earlier, Riko-san.”
A childish side of Riko wants to stay silent, but the rest of her understands that her senpai did all those because she cares. “It’s okay… I just wish you didn’t make such a big deal out of this.”
“I stand by what I said before. Your hands are very pretty, it would be awful if scars were to blemish the skin, would it not?” Dia’s gaze is still focused on the bandaids, her voice laced with concern.
Riko swallows hard. “That’s- well, I think your hands are prettier, Dia-san.”
The older girl gives her a small smile. “But mine are normal, whereas yours belong to a pianist, especially one as talented as you.”
“What’s with all the compliments?” Riko can’t help but squeak, though she is rather pleased about those sincere words.
“… I was just thinking earlier, when I was in the student council room, what and where I would be now if you had not come to Uranohoshi.”
Unprepared for the somber sentiment, Riko feels the elation in her heart diminishes a little, replaced by worry. “What happened?”
The older girl shakes her head. “Nothing. The thought just appeared out of nowhere, but it is indeed true. You have made so many things possible, Riko-san, and I am happy with the way things are.” A quiet chuckle then lifts the heavy atmosphere. “So forgive me for being overprotective.”
“Dia-san…” Warmth fills her chest as Riko covers Dia’s hand with hers. She feels silly for being upset earlier, now that she knows the truth. “I-I’m also grateful, for being here. I love Aqours and Uchiura, and I’m happy with the way things are too.”
They share an understanding look, smiling at each other as the words and feelings sink in. However, as Riko gazes at Dia and marvels at how the sunlight from the open window envelopes her form, a revelation slowly takes root in her pounding heart.
She is actually not wholly happy with way things are. Maybe, just maybe, she wants a change, something more, with the emerald-eyed girl gently cradling her bandaged hand.
What are the 104th's best traits according to the o t h e r cadets? Like Eren thinks Mikasa's best trait is that she's string willed or somethin like that??
Please, please, please forgive me for taking ages to answer this! Until now, this has been the oldest request in the inbox. I really wanted to make this one good, and it’s taken me a few months to give it the proper attention it deserves. I do apologize for the length, but this is what it is. I’ll be adding a “Keep Reading” after Eren, so I apologize if it doesn’t all show up on mobile; I’m still working on testing new links. Without further ado, I sincerely hope that it’s been worth the wait!
Mikasa: His passion and his loyalty to his friends/loved ones. Especially to her and Armin. He never gives up on them, or anything for that matter. Reiner: His devotion and dedication to his passions. Eren’s unending desire to take back his hometown and to see the ocean, and his persistence in achieving that, are inspiring to Reiner. Bertholdt: His confidence and his ability to smile even after experiencing tragedy. Eren’s been through a lot, and the fact that he’s still going without stopping is really, really inspiring to Bert. Annie: His undying spirit and passion to always improve. He never gives up, and she loves that about him. Jean: His neverending stamina and passion. While he finds it irritating sometimes, Jean actually is really inspired by Eren’s constant willingness to try and get better and never give up. He wishes his convictions were that strong. Marco: His passion and dedication to being the very best he can in all that he does, even when it takes a lot of work. Marco really admires hard work, and Eren’s a textbook example of working hard to achieve your dreams. Connie: His persistence and perseverance, and his work ethic. Connie really admires Eren’s penchant for never giving up, never giving in, no matter how hard it gets. He often found Eren’s energy infectious during training, pushing on during hard exercises because his friend refused to give up. Sasha: His charismatic spirit. Eren’s always ready to go, ready to fight, ready to lift someone up when they need an extra push. And Sasha really commends him for that. Historia: His persistence to go after the things he wants in life. Eren’s not afraid to fight, and knows exactly who he is through it all, never wavering in his convictions. Historia envies that a bit. Ymir: His persistence in achieving his goals, even when they seem like fools’ dreams, and his devotion to those he cares about. Eren’s willing to fight no matter the circumstances. Ymir often feels the same, but really admires how Eren has no desire to be sneaky about his goals. He just goes for it. Armin: His willingness to stand up for what he believes in. Armin’s never forgotten how Eren stood up for him, and admires how he always stands up for the weak and for justice in general. There’s a reason he’s proud to call him his best friend.
“Have you felt it?” Luke Skywalker asked the ghost of his father, who was hovering right beside him on the cliff top, on his meditation spot.
“Yes, I did feel him, he is almost here.” Ghost Anakin confirmed, staring up at the sky.
Luke opened his eyes and looked up, “Then you know what I must do?”
Anakin turned to his son, his eyes sad and beseeching, “Then I must ask you to reconsider my son, he is my only grandson, Leia’s only child. The last of my bloodline.”
Luke turned to the ghost of his father, “You know the consequences of letting him come to us. He will march in here with his knights and destroy everything I built once again. He fooled me once, not again. I will not put my safety and the safety of my ward to chances.”
With that Luke raised his arms channelling the force focusing on the spaceship fast approaching the planet.
“What are you doing?” she whispered. There was darkness surrounding her, and in the darkness there was only the sound of Anna’s heart so close to her, the feeling of warm breath against her lips and a vague realization that Anna’s other hand slowly made its way down her side.
“Carving this into my memory,” Anna muttered. Her lips brushed against Elsa’s when she spoke, but she didn’t kiss her just yet. “I love you so much.”
Instead of waiting for an answer, she lowered herself until their lips merged into one while her fingers continued down Elsa’s thigh.
From the elsanna fanfic ‘Carved’
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( Kandreil fic for @knox-moreau‘s contest! set post-canon, all schmoop. also available on ao3. )
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The first time Kevin kissed Neil was after Neil told Kevin that their performance in the Spring Championships upped their national ranking from the worst Class I team to the fourth best. Kevin dropped his gym bag, grabbed Neil by the shoulders, and reeled him in for a cruising, albeit closed-lip, kiss.
It was a tinsy bit shocking.
Though a gesture that would have sent a fourteen year old him stumbling in delight, now that he knew what Kevin Day was really like off a filmed stage, it made him question Kevin’s health. Once Kevin leaned away - not smiling in a soft, happy way, but grinning, like in victory, like in delight, like a crocodile at an unaware gazelle’s approach -, Neil bluntly asked, “Are you ill?”