It was really fun to make the 3 parts of your prompt and I wished I could do more, but since uni is starting this might be my last drawing for a long time haha. Anyway, I enjoyed this a lot and it was such a nice prompt <:
There is a calling on your life. A great, big, God-sized calling. God has plans for you and has been dreaming about them since before you were even born. You are destined for impact… If you are reading these words, you have been given a unique, powerful, custom-built platform. A voice. As long as there is breath in your longs, you have a microphone in your hands. There are things God intends for you to accomplish that no one else has been chosen for. Words he wants you to speak. Actions that speak louder than words. And through it all, he wants you to leave a mark, to put a dent in the universe.
But if you don’t understand that calling, you will undervalue it.
grown-up Mikasa lovingly protecting her precious heicho, just the way he used to in their early days (ch 30 edit)
for rivamika week, dedicated to fuku-shuu: it’s ages I wanted to make something special for Mika involving the strongest fierce majestic Ackerman duo.. it’s a simple edit but I hope it will make you smile (ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
I changed the name! IKEA AU featuring ereri, jeanmarco, IsaFar and probably more. Oh, the land of love. And frustration. And a little bit of pining.
Eren narrowed his eyes at Jean’s sudden change in demeanor. The taller boy was compulsively straightening his collar and smoothing wrinkles from the front of his shirt.
“What are you doing?”
“Nothing,” Jean mumbled, as he turned sharply to adjust a sign that didn’t need to be adjusted.
“Why are you acting all…twitchy?”
The sign made some ominous screeching noises as Jean bent it forcefully back and forth in its holder.
“Just because some of us actually care about doing a good job,” Jean huffed.
He watched Jean move the base of the sign back and forth while shooting stealthy looks over Eren’s shoulder every few seconds.
“You’re being really weird right now.”
While the kid he was supposed to be returning to Lost and Found was busy poking his bellybutton with his index finger and giggling, Eren turned around to find out exactly what had gotten Jean all cranky and bothered.
Turns out it wasn’t a what but a who.
A tall guy wearing an IKEA uniform was helping a family pick out a children’s bedroom set. He had tanned skin and a smattering of freckles all over his face and arms, and probably everywhere else that Eren couldn’t see.
He was almost devastatingly handsome with the kind of good looks that belonged on magazine covers and on movie screens. His dark hair was ruffled and sticking up at all angles, giving him an “I just rolled out of bed” look that Eren could appreciate.
Freckles was gesturing to a pink canopy bed and smiling down at a little girl hiding behind her mother’s knees. The father asked him a question, and when he turned to point out something on the top storage shelf, he stopped to wave in Eren’s direction.
A loud clatter and curse had Eren swirling around in time to spot a frazzled looking Jean picking up the sign he had been pretending to straighten earlier.
“Shit.” Jean’s arms flailed comically while he tried to right the sign without causing more of a scene.
“Ohhhh,” Eren said, smirking at Jean. “I get it, now.”
“Get what?” The base was finally standing upright again, but the sign was crooked and dirty from rubbing against the floor. “Oh, shit! Shi–”
“Jean!” Eren hissed, gesturing down to the kid who was now pressing down on a dried up piece of gum with the tip of his shoe.
“Shitake mushrooms!” Jean gritted out, running a hand threw his hair again. “Just stand there and shut your mouth.”
“What are you—”
“Hey there, Jean, is everything okay?”
Eren swung around to find Freckles hovering behind them with a concerned look on his face.
“Everything’s fine, Marco, just fine, why wouldn’t it be?” Jean asked with a nasally, nervous laugh.
Freckles, who Eren supposed was called Marco, looked a little alarmed at Jean’s insane laughter. Who wouldn’t be, really?
“I thought I heard a crash, are you okay?”
“Oh, yeah, it’s just this sign,” Jean answered, trying to be casual.“You know, this one always gives me trouble, I think the base is defective or something.”
“Really?” Marco looked at the metal base, as if he could help fix the problem.
“I’m hungry,” a little voice suddenly said.
“Nick,” answered the little boy shyly.
Marco crouched down so that he was eye level with the kid. Or at least closer than when he was standing – Jesus, he was tall. “Hi Nick, I’m Marco. I work here.”
Marco stuck out his hand so that Nick could give it a little slap. Jean made a strangled noise and almost knocked over the sign again.
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
“He’s fine,” Eren said. “I’ve spent the past week with him, so this all seems pretty normal.”
“Oh,” Marco said, standing up. “Hello. Are you new?”
“This is Eren,” Jean responded with a nasty glare before he could even answer. “And he is very, very late. Levi is not going to be pleased.”
Marco looked worried. “You better make a run for it, then. Levi is really scary when he’s mad.”
Idk I just kinda wanna congratulate WIT for crafting a piece of artwork where Levi actually looks…like his age, for once! Like, I know I’m not the only one who still has trouble believing the dude’s in his thirties, and literally every scene from the manga or anime always made me doubt that number but here
like idk its probably the wrinkles around his eyes but he looks so…mature? And serious? But not constipated or anything. Like…idk but for some reason this artwork makes me buy into his character alot more than…all the previous stuff. Is that weird? Probably lol. Until now I could never really relate to the fandom’s obsessions with Levi’s looks, but now I see xD.
“I told you, Jean,” Eren said, pulling a radio out of his
pocket. He cast a sly look over his shoulder before pushing down the call
button with his thumb. “L&F, this is team ramrod. The emerald dragon has
been tamed, do you copy?”
“What?” a voice crackled, low and annoyed. “Kirschstein if
you left your walkie on the floor again—”
“What the fuck,” Jean hissed, yanking his radio out of
Eren’s hands and shoving him in the direction of the bed. “Make sure he doesn’t
run away again while I handle this.”
Jean held the radio up to his mouth and glared at Eren as he
spoke. “This is Kirschstein. We found the
kid.” He snapped his fingers at Eren, pointing at the bed.
Eren sighed and walked toward a pine bedroom set sitting on
a raised dais, missing the hissed reply that came through the radio.
He couldn’t believe he was stuck in this corporate wasteland
for three months. Before two weeks ago, he’d never even stepped foot in an
Ikea. And now here he was, crawling
after some booger eating munchkin hiding under item number IZ456D in the
“Hey kid, I see you,” Eren said as he approached the
bed. As he got closer, he kneeled down,
so that he could peek under the frame. “I’ll give you credit, you play a mean
game of hide and seek, but your mom and dad are worried about you.”
A seven-year old boy with freckles and a red baseball cap
gave Eren a toothy grin. “You’re it!” he
giggled, grabbing onto the bottom of Eren’s jeans with his chubby fingers.
“I thought we were playing hide and seek,” Eren smiled,
reaching down a hand to help the kid out from beneath the bed.
“Hide and seek, hide and seek!” the little boy shouted and
tried to run down the aisle before Eren grabbed the back of his shirt.
“Hey, not so fast. Snack time with mom and dad first,” Eren
said, trying to distract him from running away again.
It seemed to work, because the kid shot Eren another grin
before grabbing onto his pants again. “Snack,” he agreed.
They made their way back to Jean, who was busy straightening
his nametag and looking like a smarmy dick, reminding Eren exactly why he vowed to make his life a living hell. When he saw Eren, he scowled.
“If you steal my radio one more time, Jaeger, I’m going to
shove it so far up your ass—”
Eren coughed, jerking his head down at the kid staring at
Jean with big eyes.
“Assembly. Your assembly.” Jean finished lamely, shrugging
his shoulders. “You need to bring him to Levi.”
“Why me?” Eren whined. “Isn’t this your jurisdiction? I’m
supposed to be on inventory with Reiner in twenty.”
“Nope,” Jean smirked. “Erwin said he wanted you to handle it. So you know what to do for next time.”
“Next time?” Eren echoed.
Just how often was he going to have to play babysitter?
“Better hurry up,” Jean said. “Levi hates to be kept waiting.”