How The 104th Cadet Corps Smokes 🍃 And What They’re Like When They’re High

i am sick and tired of seeing the rare time that bertholdt is mention on tiktok being just “oh ahahahaha annie didn’t like him and armin stole his girl omg so sad :( he must be heartbroken” there is more to his character than being obsessed with annie (which he wasn’t…he just cared about her. he got angry when the scouts said they were torturing her bc…he cares. and yeah he technically does have a crush but yk), in fact that’s such a small part of his character it’s ridiculous how that’s the only thing people care about.

he was such a kind soul, he never judged, he knew that the world was cruel and he knew that no one was truly the monsters. he could have been friends with the scouts because he wasn’t rude. he didn’t hold a grudge. like. guys. please

also realistically he wouldn’t gaf about aruani. if u really do think he loved annie then he might be a bit sad but that’s it. he’s probably just hanging in the afterlife with his dad guys cmon.

"I would punch a Nazi" also included Zionists fyi

I've joked about how the fuck Reiner managed to get so jacked during his time on Paradis, especially at a time where meat was rare and most people seemed to subsist on bread and potatoes.

But since the process of muscle building involves essentially breaking muscle down and having it heal, I theorize that his Titan healing powers could've had something to do with it. Maybe Reiner (and by extension... Annie, Birmingsnort, Ymir, and Eren) simply recover a little bit faster than their non-shifter comrades.

And hey, maybe Reiner's also repping out some extra pull-ups, sit-ups, and push-ups between training to keep up his soldier persona. Who knows?

dear bertholdt.

Summary: Reiner left his overcoat in preparation for a meeting and asked Annie to get it from his room. Begrudgingly, she agreed. Though she immediately regrets it when a box of letters falls from the top shelf. Maybe regret isn’t all there is. She found something more.

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CW: angst, canon compliant (so major characters death,, Bertholdt is dead<3), rba centric, can be read as romantic or platonic reibert but reibert nonetheless

Takes place post-timeskip (the second one, post-war), a few years into settling into ambassador life.

Apologies for any ooc, I don’t think I’ve ever written a fic in Annie’s perspective/focus,, I also haven’t written on her before and also haven’t written and posted in general for forever

(This was meant to be a comic and is so clear in my mind but I don’t have the time nor talent to execute it 😔)

Happy Birthday Bertholdt can’t believe ur dead ♥️

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Reiner told her to get his coat. What that asshole didn’t tell her was how ridiculously high his coat hangers were. It shouldn’t have loomed over her the way it did. It was almost taunting, mocking her with its impossible height. They had probably raised Reiner’s closet bar for his big, hulking self and possibly lowered hers as some sort of unspoken courtesy. Annie sighed deeply, already regretting being here. Sure, tell the short girl to get your big ass coat from your tall ass closet. Embarrassingly, she jumped; she jumped a few times. If a glare could kill, there'd be holes burnt into the pockets.

Fuck off.

The stupid coat was simply out of reach. She could usually manage by grabbing the shoulder and lifting it from there but even then she couldn’t manage. She kicked the closet door in frustration, hard enough to make it rattle, and looked around for reinforcements. Somewhere nearby had to be a stool or something, anything, to make this easier. 

She found a tall chair and dragged it over with a bit more force than necessary. The legs scraped against the floor and that sound annoyed her even more. 

Finally, she lined it up, climbed up with a huff, and snatched the coat off the hanger in one triumphant, final fuck you. But as she jumped off the chair with her prize, she heard something else fall. A clatter, a shuffle, the distinct sound of things spilling. She grumbled and turned around.

If I have to do one more thing, I’m killing someone.

She cringed when her eyes fell onto the mess. Her jumping and kicking and overall exasperation now had a bunch of shit spilled on the floor from the top shelf of the tall closet. An old box, the size and look of a shoe box, had lost its lid and scattered papers everywhere. She at first started to snatch them up without discretion, just trying to stuff them back in. But a name caught her eyes.

Bertholdt.

Her fingers froze. She didn’t want to snoop. She would have killed anyone who went through her stuff like this. She tried to cast out the memory of seeing the name. She quickly tried to collect them all and put the box, along with this moment, far back into the closet. But there it was again, unmistakable.

Bertholdt.

Something came over her. An overwhelming wave, pulling her under before she could even name it. It felt so sudden, so heavy, all-consuming. She held the pages in her hands, her grip tightening unconsciously. 

The small, trembling pool she had collected seemed insignificant against the sheer ocean of papers spilled out before her. They spread across the floor like a map of emotions she wasn’t sure she wanted to navigate. And each one… each one bore the same familiar name.

Dear Bertholdt,

Her chest tightened, an ache spreading in places she thought she’d long since numbed. With a breath, she carefully placed them in the box one by one. It blurred past her, the same line repeated over and over. Her eyes couldn’t help but snag on the same arrangement of letters, the same handwriting. There were a hundred, maybe even more, all addressed… and dated. She paused.  

They had an order. 

Written at the top of each of them was a date. Everything was spilled all over the floor and each one was supposed to be neatly tucked away in order. She bit the insides of her cheeks.

Forgive me.

Dates flashed by. She tried to put them in order without reading any of its contents. It felt impossible, especially when there were letters that seemed to be multiple pages long. She tried to group them to the best of her abilities, organizing them by date and putting them in piles face down when she found the correct order. But words blurred past, recognizable phrases, handwriting that got shakier, years and years and years, consistent dating on every one.

“I miss you.” “I’m sorry.” “If I could go back…” “I wish you were here.” “I can’t forgive myself.” “You deserved better.”

Her breath hitched, the edges of the pages almost cutting into her fingers as she clutched them tighter. She tried to swallow the lump forming in her throat, but it only grew heavier with every second she spent kneeling there, surrounded by years of unspoken… emotions; emotions she never knew she had.

When did I start crying?

A tear fell from her cheek and nearly hit the precious paper. An aching feeling had creeped into her body. Emotions she never really thought were there seemed to spill. She couldn’t name it. It felt like a sudden burn in her nose, the need to swallow a bitter taste, eyes blurring. She was drowning. 

30.12.854

The letter she held was dated shakily at the top. She’d seen that same date come up again and again. For a moment, she tried to remember if maybe New Years or any holiday around that time meant something to them; as warriors, they didn’t really celebrate holidays, let alone religion. 

She took a breath and put it in the 854 pile. She looked at the stack. 854. That would have been… that would have been the year of the rumbling. It would have been the year everything changed. 

And he never got to see it.

She looked at all of the piles she’d now made, how each represented a year. She tried to push any judgements or perceptions away from her mind. But some years piled higher than others. Three piles in particular. She gathered the final loose letters. 

Her mind drifted to her time in the crystal. The silence had been maddening, a suffocating void she couldn’t escape. She had been awake in that void, terrifyingly, agonizingly awake. The only light that had ever pierced through the endless dark had been Armin’s voice, Hitch’s chatter. Their persistence had saved her, kept her tethered to something beyond the emptiness. But it always puzzled her why they did it in the first place.

I know.

She placed the final letter. The paper felt different; crinkled and messy, rough and smeared. 30.12.850; old, the oldest one. She finally gathered all of them, stacking them neatly away in the box.  She stared at the box in front of her, now neatly packed, the letters arranged in quiet, solemn order. The shoebox felt heavier than it had any right to be. There was only paper within it. Something else weighed it down. 

I know.

She exited the room quietly, holding the coat tenderly in her hands. She gave it to him when they met in town without a single complaint. She never spoke about what she had found to Reiner or anyone else for that matter. 

Their now shared secret lay in a small box that once held shoes for a warrior.

Hello fellow Bertholdt enjoyers. There’s not as many of us here in the Bert fandom but everyone seems pretty nice as far as I can tell. I hope you’re all having a lovely day and that you continue having a lovely week. It’s what Bertl would want.

Okay Ik I’ve said this before but I think the influx of Bertholdt/Reibert hate from that one guy who made like 20 accounts had the opposite effect. I’ve been seeing soooo much more Bertholdt and Reibert stuff on my dash as of recent and I’m so happy about it, ty number1Bertholdt_hater!!

random aot headcanons that are far from canon

- yelena has an accent, i can definitely see her with a russian accent

- bertholdt loves funnel cakes, he tried learning how to make them himself but it didn't really work out

- jean struggles a lot with his handwriting but is too embarrassed to ask anyone for help

- levi loves knitting, he even taught gabi how to knit

- annie also has an accent, though i can't pinpoint what accent would be best on her

- zeke coughs a lot to the point where it's painful for him, it's due to his smoking

- mikasa is afraid of vampires, eren told her and armin a scary story try while they were on a camping trip and the story has haunted her ever since

- porco hates the summer, he hates sweating and he hates the burning hot sun, marcel is the opposite

- eren & armin like holding hands, mostly due to the fact that arming gets really nervous sometimes, everyone (connie and jean) think it's weird but eren could care less

- erwin loves planting flowers, especially with his dad, ot's how they bond

Weirdly Specific Green Flags of AOT Characters

you guys were kinda weird about my red flag post but you also liked it so idfk 😭 please no weird comments on this one <3

Eren: Always remembers the oddly specific details you mentioned once, like your favorite snack or a childhood memory.

Mikasa: Carries extra hair ties, band-aids, and snacks just in case someone else needs them.

Armin: Will help you move, build furniture, or study, and somehow make it fun and stress-free.

Jean: Walks/takes you home, no matter how “out of the way” it is.

Connie: Can cheer you up instantly with the perfect meme for every mood.

Sasha: Always shares her food, no questions asked

Erwin: Always holds the door open for others, even if they're awkwardly far away.

Levi: Notices when you're overwhelmed and quietly takes care of things without making a big deal about it.

Hange: Gets genuinely excited about your passions, no matter how niche or random (will watch movies, tv shows, read books, etc. to understand these interests).

Annie: Notices when you're uncomfortable in social situations and effortlessly helps you slip away without drawing attention.

Bertholdt: Gives the warmest, most comforting hugs; you didn’t expect it, but now you need more.

Reiner: Always offers to carry heavy things without making it seem like a big deal.

Historia: Compliments strangers in a way that feels completely genuine and makes their day.

Ymir: Defends you in every situation, even if it’s just you losing a dumb game.