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☕—It better not be.

We’ve learned not even God can help with intervening and an Ackerman brat.

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@kusodekaikiyo , @the-bark-is-worse

Wondering: is this a Special Operations Intervention ?

#justmikasa #Formation: Training Exercises #𝔉𝔬𝔯𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫: 𝔗𝔯𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤; assorted threads #//Some of us have learned a little more directly than others

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The youth looked absolutely terrible, but utterly pleased with himself; most of his facial structure was covered in what was most likely his own blood, steam idly billowing from just above his brow. Without so much as a word, he would hand over a piping hot mug, scented of fruit and spices. "It isn't tea, but we managed to recover some apples from one of Trost's destroyed buildings... I didn't think anyone would miss them, and it would have been near harvest-time in Shiganshina..."

“No matter what kind of wisdom dictates you the option you pick,

no one will be able to tell if it’s right or wrong…”

☕—Levi regarded the youth’s condition for a moment, sifting through injury and expression until he could construe some semblance of explanation from the sight in front of him. He was by no means immune to the anxiety that gnawed at his pulse from within, and even the self-satisfied hue in Eren’s voice couldn’t unfurl the tension from a closed right fist. Wordlessly, he accepted the mug with the left, after halving control with his body and his head. Mug safely traded, and with as little discourse as that, that subtly promised force came down on the top of Eren’s tousled hair without hesitation or apology.

❝Are you some kind of idiot?

Or are you just that entitled, that it’s some kind of joke, my soldiers spending their last fucking breaths so you can go on breathing? Who the hell gave you permission to traipse into unsecured territory so blithely? You said ‘we’, didn’t you? Which pieces of shit came with you? It was Mikasa and Arlert, too, I’m sure.

I’m going to beat all your empty skulls into jelly.❞

The scent of the spiced beverage admonished him softly, for his acrid denouncement. But... it wasn’t animosity that had his temples tight with worry. The shadows wreathing the soldier’s gaze darkened as a scowl netted the edges of his eyes. This... it merited a report, but it was going to be an inelegant oversight on his part; he’d been wholly remiss in his assignment to preserve Eren’s life at any cost. “Humanity’s hope” had been practically surrendered, and who the hell would have known?

❝If you’d been lost. ...if something had happened to any of you brats...❞

The consequences nauseated him, even with the lightest touch to his thoughts. Even as the sweet cider expressed its creator’s intentions well enough, what taxed the captain most was the fact he was obligated to reprimand a brat for being kind. The mouth of the mug was scalding his hand in his inattention, but the captain didn’t bother shifting it. It was utterly miserable that he couldn’t have graciously accepted the gesture; innocence and compassion were such liabilities in such a uselessly cruel world. But it was more important that he impart the gravitas of the transgression into Eren’s comprehension. He was responsible, his squad was responsible for Jaeger’s viability, and he’d let the cadet wander off to Trost’s structural corpses? Without anyone having known about it?

❝Unforgivable.

I’ll rather nail your hands and feet to the floor, Eren. Don’t test.

Didn’t I tell you not to wander more than two horse-lengths from me?❞

—until you arrive to some sort of outcome from your choice.”

#schreien-freiheit #𝔉𝔬𝔯𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫: 𝔑𝔢𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔫𝔞𝔦𝔰𝔰𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢; Asks & Answers #Formation: Reconnaissance; Asks & Answers #//the feels when you wanna enjoy some fucking delish kouhai cider #but ya gotta be an asshole instead #always hittin my kids #Just Heichou Things

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“No matter what kind of wisdom dictates you the option you pick,

no one will be able to tell if it’s right or wrong…”

☕—Young. They were, all of them, so damned young. Just fresh-faced brats with wrecked eyes. Each heavily-taxed stare held a cemetery within it, and he wordlessly opted to share the weight of those graves. That was, each stare - save one thus far. In fact, he couldn’t read the freckled pallet beyond some superficial amusement. She had a different air to her, entirely. Curiosity and vexation played in equal measure through both thought and physiognomy, prompting him to turn on one heel to address the stifled speaker, directly.

❝Hey, you. Cadet with the shitty eyes. You look like you’ve got some energy to spare. You’re coming with me. Bring that bucket.❞

The large pail he indicated towards was filled with water - housing some eight gallons or so. It, like that audacious cadet, had just been drafted as valuable cleaning supplies. He waited half a moment more for her to comply, before taking to his earlier pace. These cadets were still strangers to him; Levi hadn’t had much time or impetus for interaction. Yet, it was a dismal concept, that strangers would fight and likely die beside him - nameless, and without having ever added their colors in his memories. Even though there was less time to spare for it, and even though his approach possessed little grace and zero warmth, the captain sought to entertain that inquisitive, doubting echo of interest between them.

One of the the best methods for becoming acquainted with another person’s nature was to share a battleground with them; and cleaning was also a type of battlefield.

—until you arrive to some sort of outcome from your choice.”

@kusodekaikiyo || x

— Hazel eyes traveled over The Captain before a brow raised. Of course she’d heard about him, everyone within the walls had, but to think that he was truly as small as they had described… Well, let’s just say she hadn’t exactly believed the rumors about said subject. As he passed her she almost had the nerve to make a comment, but instead she kept it to herself, knowing better than to make fun of a superior.

— Of course, this did not stop her snorting and looking away from him, trying to hold back a fit of giggles.

#𝔉𝔬𝔯𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫: 𝔖𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔡; Roleplay Threads #Formation: Standard Excursion; Roleplay Threads #gxttin #//Sorry this is so belatedddd

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I made a promise. Even if I fight to the end, even if I die, even if I’ll meet you in hell… through it all, I’ll follow you.

eruri weekend — day 1: soulmates “A soulmate is a person whom one has a feeling of deep or natural affinity. This may involve love, friendship, comfort, intimacy, compatibility, or trust”.

#𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔬𝔣 𝔴𝔢 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔡 #This is Proof We Lived: Image Gallery #𝔗𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔡.

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@iimpisms for ✨

“No matter what kind of wisdom dictates you the option you pick,

no one will be able to tell if it’s right or wrong…”

☕—The weight casually chancing at his shoulder was unfamiliar; enough so that he instinctively refused to welcome its connotations of camaraderie. Resentful, arsenic eyes flickered towards the unapologetic impact. Just when had he made allowances for this sort of thing? The cool, spoiled air that saturated the Underground hit his teeth as his lips peeled aside, making way for some scathing warning about getting too friendly.

Human contact was a liability at best, and at worst, a precursor to some pathetic struggle for survival. He wasn’t fond of it, and it was better to let the fair-haired idjit know before he really had to beat some modicum of self-restraint into his wayward bones.

“....?”

“.....?!”

Warmth collided with his warring mouth - offering a tenuous softness that for either of them, at any moment, could shift into something as savage as bared teeth on a beast. His perceptions tasted the proximity, as fleeting as it was, and memories of her kindness, wreathed in beauty and crowned with long, loose, black-satin tresses, touched his thoughts. He just barely, but still recalled her smooth, dry lips against his brow. She had always smiled when she kissed him. And hadn’t that been the last time he’d known a kiss? He’d left such a concept behind, that day when he’d realized it was just him, when the world had become his as he stood in it, alone.

For retrieving such a lost treasure, he decided as soon as the uninvited contact broke that he wasn’t going to snap the audacious bastard’s neck in half. But it still went without saying that the crime had been far from maternal by intention, and that was worth a dagger in at least one kidney. He reached up with the heel of his hand, to shove Farlan’s head back by the jaw. It was admonishing, but not overtly violent. He blamed the lingering affections of the memory for the lapse of finesse, and certainly not the amiable, arguably vacant expression he caught on Farlan’s face when he wasn’t scheming some rotten quick-credit effort. He hadn’t found much malice in the kid, for all of his blustering.

❝Oi, try something like that again, and I’m liable to shove this broom so far up your ass, you’ll cough straw for a month. I’ll put the profits into my tea budget.❞

The nonsensical threat was followed by a harsh scoff, as he drew the back of his forearm across his mouth, dismantling the echoes of the contact from his skin. He turned his back to Farlan, and resumed his efforts to dislodge the filth caked onto the entry of their recently-acquired base of operations (such that it was). He was still disseminating the moment, though it had already passed for several.

❝If this shitty debauchery is the reason you needed a partner, you should have mentioned it sooner. I’m not interested in some scrawny brat with bad eyes, just so you know.

That bigass mouth that never shuts up, and you still kiss like a child. Deplorable.❞

—until you arrive to some sort of outcome from your choice.”

#𝔉𝔬𝔯𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫: 𝔑𝔢𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔫𝔞𝔦𝔰𝔰𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢; Asks & Answers #Formation: Reconnaissance; Asks & Answers #//I died.#This was worth waking up to.#Also #I'll take that kiss as celebratory:#Doctor took the cast off!#I'm 90% healed so I can type agaiinnn. I'm so pleased.#Broken hand = 0 roleplaying and much misery #Thanks for the ask!#Farlan plz.

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“No matter what kind of wisdom dictates you the option you pick,

no one will be able to tell if it’s right or wrong…”

☕—❝…Don’t you even start you dreamy-eyed piece of shit.

I’m dragging your giant ass all the fuck over until the end.❞

—until you arrive to some sort of outcome from your choice.”

A MADMAN leads - -

Does this mean I can finally go into retirement and incessantly retell old war stories to the houseplants thinking they’re adopted grandchildren?

#augenbrauefreiheit #𝔉𝔬𝔯𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫: 𝔑𝔢𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔫𝔞𝔦𝔰𝔰𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢; asks & answers #Formation: Reconnaissance; Asks & Answers #||DON'T.#YOU.#DARE.

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"Okay Erwin... I'll go with you"

#𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔬𝔣 𝔴𝔢 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔡 #This is Proof We Lived: Image Gallery #𝔗𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔡.

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How can you call it love when it hurt you so badly? It was love because it was worth it.

Jay Asher, The Future of Us

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#𝔫𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔯𝔢𝔤𝔯𝔢𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 #From the Throats of Lambs: Quote Gallery #𝔗𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔡.

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Thank you Erwin…

#𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔬𝔣 𝔴𝔢 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔡 #This is Proof We Lived: Image Gallery #𝔗𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔡.

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Two men looked out from prison bars, One saw the mud, the other saw stars.

Dale Carnegie, How to Stop Worrying and Start Living

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#𝔫𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔯𝔢𝔤𝔯𝔢𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 #From the Throats of Lambs: Quote Gallery

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So. Bertlturtle.

What’s your alcohol tolerance/current budget like?

In complete honesty, I always felt like you had the skill and misfortune to develop Bertl’s muse beyond what we would ever find in the series. Bertl did really well to begin as a seemingly fragile, rather dependent character, to fully synchronizing with his Titan as one of the most fundamental catalysts of the series. I’m incredibly proud of his progress, and I can barely contain my empathy for Reiner (and Annie) at this point. I don’t know how anyone is supposed to handle this. I loved the Titan trio, for all their hellish and human facets. And I’ll never stop doting on the Bertls of the world - particularly when the roleplayers like you put so much flesh and blood in between the mysteries of such a pivotal, yet subtle character. I deeply resent his death, but then, I deeply resent everyone else’s, too.

PLUS. WIDOWED BEFORE 40???

I’m relieved and crushed at the same time. But mostly crushed. I love Coconut Son as much as anyone, but. I seem to have misplaced my soul somewhere in chapter 83. Eren better smile 10x’s more often after being spoiled like this. And fucking hell, you little fucks better make it to the ocean or so fucking help me after all this and Erwin I swear to god you little shits aren’t allowed to quit or cry or die or so much as skip breakfast. I expect 100% health, spirit, and vigor because your fucking futures are being carried in part by Erwin’s wings and so don’t you dare fuck up whatever it is that you’re destined for because I apparently have to go through the rest of this series and what’s left of my life knowing that fucking Commander Erwin ‘Husbando/Daddy’ Smith survived to Chapter 84.

Don’t let something like canon death hold your creativity back, though. I hope you continue to immortalize the beauty and struggle of one of the most understated, irreplaceable characters of this tragic as fuck series.

Let me just say that to all the Erwin roleplayers, too. And the Mikes, and Bananas, and Marcos - Squad Levi, and all of the other brave souls who have fallen in this remorseless war.

Now it really is on the roleplayers and maybe a few knife-in-the-heart flashbacks alone, to continue giving these precious fools a voice.

Don’t let this turn you against each other, or drag your spirit down with it.

Strengthen your faith. We already knew this world was cruel.

And pls excuse the extended hiatus, I have to find out where in this shitty-mushroom-farm-of-a-town I can buy sackcloth.

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welp at least no one can bitch at me about potential headcanons anymore since all we got is wHAT WE GET LOL

‘i ain’t even mad’ I say softly with a machine gun, four shots of vodka and a stick shift stuck in drive

#Out of Cleaners #snk spoliers #SNK Chapter 84 Spoilers #I almost never comment on a chapter spoiler #or the chapter itself #but #I almost never marry a canon character either #you beautiful dead piece of shit #I feel like the losses this time #merit a statement #𝕺𝔲𝔱 𝕺𝔣 𝕮𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔫𝔢𝔯𝔰

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“No matter what kind of wisdom dictates you the option you pick,

no one will be able to tell if it’s right or wrong…”

☕—He’d caught the motion from the corner of his eye; a flash of gold tumbling loosely in place - tousled by a desperate flight. Annie Leonhart, in a rush? Concern flickered across his thoughts, more vibrantly than the ceaseless tide of fatigue otherwise occupying the same space. The Captain acquiesced to his instincts, and a few strides led him to the afflicted student’s general location.

She was in terrible shape; the sounds were enough to confess what hindered vision lacked. Slender shoulders shook, and her breaths were accosted by wracking convulsions.

Had she ingested a toxin of some kind? Contracted some sort of unexpected illness?

The muscles constraining his jaw flexed in cadence to the horrors fleetingly revisiting his awareness. The slow, degenerating hell of illness. Sunken eyes and parchment cheeks. Fingers as thin and frigid as winter boughs - too weak to stifle the rattle in waning lungs. Impossible. His efforts for cleanliness and his attention to the sanitation of his environment couldn’t possibly have allowed such a vile pathogen to infect his soldiers.

Was poison any better of a theory, however?

“Tch.”

Nothing would benefit from his idle speculation, however, and when a moment spared Leonhart, he approached the girl and gripped her shoulder hard. The motion arrived brusquely, as though he intended to uproot her from her position. The roughness was a knee-jerk reaction, a desire to get the youth to a cleaner level of air.

❝Oi, what’s wrong with you, Leonhart?

You accidentally imagined Nile Dok’s smiling face, right?❞

The captain pressed his free palm against Annie’s brow, gauging her temperature. Her tears soaked his wrist, ran down his sleeve - the salt etching into his skin. Annie was hardly fragile. The pain must have been indescribable. With a sinking acknowledgement, Levi assessed his nursing skills to be mediocre at best. She should be relocated to the infirmary as soon as possible. At the very least, he could carry her.

❝Hey, can you stand at all? Lean on my shoulder.

Think back; what was the last thing you remember before you became ill? You don’t need to answer me right this moment - just have your shit together when a physician asks. Annie, I’m going to take you back inside. Can you endure being moved?❞

—until you arrive to some sort of outcome from your choice.”

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Something was wrong.

Her stomach churned and her brain with it, it hurt, it hurt, she could taste acid in the back of her mouth, she stumbled off the mess hall bench and ran outside and violently vomited into the grass, hurt, hurt, insides wringing out like a rag over a bucket, poison?, somehow despite the pain she could feel tears running down her cheeks, or just food poisoning?, the revolt in her stomach just kept on going, a wheeze and a retch, wheeze and retch, please just stop…

#𝔉𝔬𝔯𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫: 𝔖𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔡; Roleplay Threads #Formation: Standard Excursion; Roleplay Threads #iphigeneiia #//Thanks for the prompt!#I don't mind the gruesome approach #Poor Annie though #Making a smol comeback from hiatus #so it was a joy to find the starter #Thanks again.

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