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ooc. I couldn't write at all this weekend (-_-) But this week is the week before easter for us orthodox so I guess work will be more relaxed and I'll be able to write some.
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knightinsourarmor · 2 days
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ooc. woke up right when i was about to go to sleep. and right when my weekend is almost over.
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knightinsourarmor · 2 days
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ooc. I wonder how Chainsaw Man has escaped the political correctness of our era.
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knightinsourarmor · 2 days
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ooc. every chainsaw man episode has different ending titles?
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knightinsourarmor · 3 days
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*screams* HERRRRRR
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ooc. gonna start chainsaw man!
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knightinsourarmor · 5 days
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ooc. Do I apply for a medicine scholarship to study in Japan ✨ and follow my dream in my dream country or do I stay in the shithole I call my 'homeland', work 3 jobs and still not pay the bills, have zero time to study and for myself, only because it's too much of a big change?
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knightinsourarmor · 8 days
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Helen Oyeyemi, from “White Is for Witching”  
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❝ Help? ❞ she whispered to herself. A word she hadn't heard many times before, and not even once from anyone who meant it. It was pure instinct — she couldn't hold herself back, a rare occasion she let her real feelings show — seething at the memory of all the times she had fallen for such a lie, losing even more of herself every time. I don't need your– She didn't say it. Right when she was about to, gray eyes met his, and anger turned to immediate embarrassment.
What was wrong with her? Had she become the same as those she despised, ungrateful, one with the darkness, blind to the light ? This man, whose intentions remained unknown, kept coming to see her, never asking for anything in return. Not even once, seeing her less than human, even if she had long ceased at being one. Those eyes of his, holding a pain similar to hers. Holding concern, and a kind of warmth she couldn't resist. And yet, she had been ready to poison him with the same poison they poisoned her with.
❝ You must think I'm a horrible mother. ❞ She'd do everything to make sure her son would grow up healthy. Didn't matter how much of herself she had to give. She'd do everything, and still, she couldn't provide what was necessary. She couldn't provide the sun, or the freedom he deserved. ❝ I wasn't raised in the underground, like most people here. ❞ The admission had finally come, even if she was certain he knew. Not even once, she had been honest with him — her soul naked for him to examine. ❝ There's equal darkness above ground . . . ❞ Folded hands on her lap, clenched tightly at her dress. ❝ But I don't want my son to live without ever seeing the sun. ❞ Eyes softened, a vulnerability she hadn't shown before, the heartache she'd been concealing for so long.
Stop me. Take him with you. Many times before she thought about asking Grisha to take Levi with him on his way back. That thought, that hope, tortured her whenever he visited her. Many times she thought, it would have been better for him if she could let him go. Guilty she was, the worst of all criminals, keeping him prisoner to the darkness. Her son hadn't known the sunlight, yet he kept shining for her — for how much longer? When would his light burn out ? When would he succumb to the cruelty of their world, just like she had? She wouldn't stand it, if her son became the same as her because she couldn't let him go. . .
WRONG.
He had an effect on her, the doctor, hadn't he? His light was misleading, for a moment guiding her off course, making her believe it was her rotten nature to blame. But this wasn't the case, not really. She'd keep Levi close, not because she needed him, but because she was the only one who could keep him safe. She'd protect him, protect his heart with her own as a shield, make sure no damn being would ever lay hands on it. Levi wouldn't survive without her. And she couldn't yet see, of the crime she had committed.
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❝ But I don't have the privilege of choice. ❞ Coldness returned, along with her composure. He couldn't understand. Why she'd hide. The curse her blood carried. The reason she sold her soul long ago.
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⋆ ┊ . 𝐼𝒻 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝐿𝑜𝓈𝑒, 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒟𝒾𝑒 ◞ ˚ @knightinsourarmor ⤸ ❝ Doctor, don't you think my son is a bit too short for his age? ❞
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❝ Well, I wouldn't say he's too short. Some children can turn out to be late bloomers. ❞ Grisha's tone is light, delicate to the subject in a rather awkward manner. Here again. How many times now had he journeyed down? When he heard about the pregnancy, it plagued his mind ; if he wasn't checking in, it would distract him, pull him away from his tasks ... and still, even after the birth, he returns again and again. There's only so much he can do. He knows not to get attached to anything, nothing in this world, not after everything ... of the things he'd been entrusted, he could only march towards that single goal. An prolonged death sentence, it often felt like.
Lips form into a line as he studies her expression. She was a woman who kept her heart locked away, apathy concealed her emotions ... he often looked into her eyes and found nothing staring back. So, there's something bitter-sweet about the concern in furrowed brows, a light gleam in her eyes whenever she spoke about the boy. Pain and love, concern, the frightening future that awaited them. Grisha dare not argue against her decision, never once had he convinced her towards the surface; so he'd take these moments instead, providing what little he could, trying to save the lives around him. Instead of being their downfall.
❝ Still, nutrition is important for health and growth. I don't think there's much to worry about just yet, but if he starts to show any signs of malnourishment, let me know. Outside of my professional opinion ... a personal interjection- ... for the sake of both your lives, please. It's not too late to start over. I'd be able to help you on the surface. Just, give it some thought. ❞
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knightinsourarmor · 1 month
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Artist: ゆめ | Source: ♡ | Pixiv: id=9618592 Posted with permission. ※ Do not repost, edit, or delete the credits. Please visit the original source and support the artist there!
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@worldhell liked for a starter | Eren Yeager & Armin Arlert
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It was a warm day. The sun had risen only a few hours ago. Before them, lay infinite lands of grass — a delusion, the walls too far away, beyond tall hills where their eyes wouldn’t reach. The cold breeze is welcoming, refreshing, as the two of them had sat on the ground, enjoying their day of rest, where neither they’d have to fight nor train. It was only for a day, but Eren wouldn’t have to be anybody’s hope or prove himself to anyone. Wasn't he the one who longed for this for years? Stand at the front lines, to kill the monsters who took away their freedom. ❝ I like this. ❞ In moments like this, with his closest friend by his side, Eren‘s insatiable desire to keep advancing forward would be satisfied, even if temporarily, for Armin carried a different kind of freedom within. 
In his eyes, Armin’s thoughts ran free, to sights he didn’t need to see, senses he didn’t need to experience. He was jealous of the other, for finding comfort in the moment, for being able to dream what was too far away, when Eren couldn’t see where his hands wouldn’t reach — that was why he’d desperately keep running, to get where he wanted to be. A soul of extremes, he wouldn’t find peace once an idea was in his head, whether it was revenge, or hope. He couldn’t stop until he made it come true, dedicating his entire being. A prisoner of his own nature. It was Armin who had given him a reason to fight when he showed him that book many years ago, and it was Armin right at this moment, who would be his chance to breathe, to rest for a short moment.
❝ We've been fighting for so long. It's nice to finally catch a break. ❞ He couldn't help but wonder, what was that Armin sought ? Were his desires as strong as his?
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The question to follow seems to come out of nowhere, a question troubling him for a while now. ❝ Say, Armin . . . Have you regretted joining the Survey Corps? ❞ Armin had said one needed to give up a part of themselves in order to survive. He couldn’t be entirely wrong, Eren having given up his humanity when he ended up at a Titan’s stomach, but that wasn’t the case for him — insightful, observant, but always a cruel judge of himself. Believing because he couldn’t keep up with the rest of them, he had changed. Eren knew better. Eren could see Armin’s heart remained the same. When he'd visit Annie, when he'd look after him and Mikasa, never voicing his worries, constantly doubting himself, even though he was suffering the most.
Quite the misfortune, how selfless he’d be, to have found someone as greedy as himself. He didn’t mind it though, Eren being the one who was lucky.
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knightinsourarmor · 2 months
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Attack on Titan
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SANDCRAFTED: an independent multimuse for characters from attack on titan / shingeki no kyojin, written by meri. featuring gabi braun, levi ackerman, historia reiss and more.
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test muse: eren yeager. strictly canon-divergent, early eren yeager from shingeki no kyojin. LIKE this post if you want a starter. length will vary.
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blessed be the Daughters of Cain
bound to suffering eternal through the sins of their fathers committed long before their conception
blessed be their whore mothers
tired and angry, waiting with bated breath in a ferry that will never move again
blessed be the children
each and every one come to know their god through some senseless act of violence
blessed be you, girl
promised to me by a man who can only feel hatred and contempt towards you
I am no good nor evil, simply I am
and I have come to take what is mine
I was there in the dark when you spilled your first blood
I am here now, as you run from me still
run then, child
you can't hide from me forever
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It’s not dying that I fear, but living in death
Albert Camus, from a notebook entry featured in Notebooks (1951-1959)
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