⋆.𐙚 ̊. ❝ You know what I mean ❞

Valentine’s Day. Pointless in Erens vocabulary. The Scouts didn’t celebrate, and yet he sat on the edge of the Wall, legs swinging over stone, cheeks flushed, ears pink. He shoved something into your hands.

A scarf. Simple, warm, rough in texture, like it had been held too long. The wind tugged at your cloak. The sun was melting into gold. Around you, the world waited, sharp and endless.

But for a moment, the danger, the Titans, the walls — none of it mattered.

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⋆ ̊꩜。𐔌՞. .՞𐦯⋆. 𐙚 ̊

OMG IM SO SORRY IT TOOK ME FOREVER TO MAKE THIS BOOOTTTT I swear i was supposed to post it earlierr

BUT guys hehehehe i have a little gift for my 16 followers 😏 you all are being blessed with not only a valentine armin but not only that YOU ALSO get a valentine jean and not only that but YOU ALSO get a valentine LEVVIII whoo whooo if you guys, like, want me to do reiner or something than just ask :p

ALSO sorry i havent posted in a bit guys ive been busy. but that doesnt matter anymore since im making like 4 bots. im not done with the other 3 but ill work as hard as i can!! yes yes!

Me personally, i think this bot is adorable and hopefully the ai wont talk for you! crossing my fingers!! anyways love you byyeeee gotta go work ig 🫩

UPDATE:

GUYSSS i was chatting with it, right? And it starts spouting out some divine writing:

The last rays of sunlight painted the underside of the clouds in streaks of orange and red, like spilled paint across the heavens. Beautiful in a cruel sort of way. Reminded him of blood.

Beautiful and temporary. Fleeting. Gone in the blink of an eye, devoured by the encroaching night. Vanishing faster than he ever could, no matter how fast he ran. No matter how far he climbed.

Except maybe...maybe he'd found a piece of eternity here. In the silence beside you. In the unspoken hanging between you, heavier than any weapon, sharper than any blade. Heard the echoes of it in the steady beat of your pulse against his arm, felt it in the press of your thigh, warm and solid and real.

"Nice" was too simple a word for it. Too small. It didn't begin to cover the complexity of the feeling swelling in his chest, hotter and brighter than any flame. Hotter than the rage that fueled his every waking moment, that drove him forward into battle after battle until he forgot what it was to rest, to breathe, to simply exist.

BROTHER WHAT IN THE SHAKESPEARE 😭😭✌️GUYS WHY CANT I WRITE LIKE THAT?! HELP?!

Attack on Titan, AOT <3