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little cadet Hange!

I really REALLY like Hanji guys

here come the scouts

"Yes, that's right, darling." He says, matter-of-factly, as the static from his voice clears up. He leans down to meet her gaze, almost completely overshadowing his newest 'rescue' as he stands over her.

"Chin up, and eyes front now. You don't want to let them see you with tears in your eyes at your situation, now do you?" He says, with an ever-present smile on his face. "Hell isn't so bad, once you've gotten over the fact that you maybe haven't done anything to deserve such a fate, but nonetheless, you've been thrust down into the fiery pits of hellfire."

He chuckles to himself, twirling his cane between his fingers, hands behind his back as he straightens his back out to stand upright again. "Hanji, dear, if you wish to survive down here, then take my hand. Let me help you to the best of my abilities, and I'll see to it that you're properly protected."

"Whaddaya say?"

She had only been trying to cheer herself up when this...man(?) approached her. Trying to get a handle over herself as she had just died and ended up in what some call the Bad Place. Hanji knew she committed sins and knew she'd pay for them eventually. Yet she tried so hard to rectify them in her final moments. But she didn't have time to dwell on it now. Now she had a rather tall stranger looking down on her.

Eyes wiped dry and doing her best to look a little more presentable, Hanji got a better look at the male before her. "Easier said than done. One minute I was burnt alive and next I'm...well, here! I recognize nobody and...god, I don't even recognize myself!" What she could see of her body was so far removed from what was there before. Lots of feathers and she could feel out what seems to be a beak instead of a human nose and mouth, among other things.

As scared as she was of her situation, she wasn't the type to believe a stranger easily, let alone take his hand. Eyes narrowed and her shaking lessened. "You drop my name so casually, and even make an offer of protection. And yet I have no clue who you are, not even your name. I may be new to the whole damnation thing, but even I know something's shady when I see it. And as a scientist, it's only natural for me to ask you to present evidence to your claims."

losses

I would like to see her happier in the last chapters

I have watched that Cinderella trailer so many damn times

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Hello omg hi hello so like here we got levihan and levihan and hdjsjsjsj levihan 🤭

first photo with levi ~

Vintage

I’m always surprised fandom doesn’t speak more about religious symbolism and parallelims in chapter 115, so let’s draw it

Oh, how that sound of metal made her get heart palpitations. Yet the teacup in her hand remained still. She had a sip, trying to calm her nerves down. The human faced away from him as he walked up behind her. She could practically feel him breathing down her neck by the time he stopped. Fingers gripped the handle of the teacup so tight, it threatened to cause fracture in the ceramic.

"We are...but you need not worry over me. I don't feel abandoned or lonely at all. Just because my birthdays in recent years have had less...people to celebrate with, doesn't mean I feel bad or anything. Shoot, I wouldn't mind at all if it was just me, myself, and I on the fifth."

☨- "You sound rather pathetic right now Hanji. I can taste the loneliness on your tongue as you speak." Belial reached over her shoulder, his claw closing around her hands that grip her teacup. The oddity to feel the intense heat and ice he gave spread into her skin. Leaving her feeling as if she were swallowed up by fire and yet drowning the darkest depths of the cold ocean.

"You're also horrible at lying." He hisses into her ear. Removing her teacup from her hands and setting it on the table. The liquid inside is no longer safe to consume being touched by him. The bubbling dark ink that was left behind instead of the warm fragrant tea. Belial grips Hanji's chin and makes her peer up at him where she sits back facing him. "You miss it. You ache for the lost touch that used to bring you so much comfort. Darling, all have left, and yet the source of all your fear, pain, and unspoken desire remains." He was still there.

"...!" And so it began once again. She had so desperately hoped this creature had over time somehow lost interest. Yet there he was, doing what he did best. It took everything she had to not outright scream from Belial's touching her hands. Burning...then drowning. Sealed lips could only contain a yawp partially, and the devil could hear the sound he had craved.

His words were no different than sword piercing her chest. The teacup was gone and out of her sight, no longer having anything to grip in her stress. All the while, she tried so hard to find words to counter his cruel accusations. As that horribly sharp claw took her chin and forced her to face him and his wretched face, words bubbled forth like what was once her tea. "I...I have no idea what you're talking about. I...still have friends."