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hi, promote me, this is a ind. priv. sel. headcanon based & dash only pieck of Shingeki No Kyojin 

[muledskin]

hi, promote me, this is a ind. priv. sel. headcanon based & dash only pieck of Shingeki No Kyojin 

[muledskin]

hi, promote me, this is a ind. priv. sel. headcanon based & dash only pieck of Shingeki No Kyojin 

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i archived this blog, it is now cold like annie  

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why can't porco just let me, you know, sit on him, or his face, nothing weird

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vvenari / ACKERMAN 

                    ❛  We are not  done  yet,  so get up.  ❜ 

       she rolls over on her stomach--- cue,  pose as a cadaver : this feels nice.                                      ‘  okay, yeah --- Give me a few minutes.  ’ 

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it only takes two fingers to keep someone quiet not a hand ( SAFDSGS )

                    ❛  … maybe  you should try a blade,  instead.  ❜

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pieck vc : this shit is deeper than some deepthroat

                    ❛  … Pieck,  no one  cares.  ❜

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nipples poking through a shirt are an accessory we should all learn to appreciate 

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if all you do is drag on drama and harass my friends, just hard block me cause i am not fucking interested in it or you. 

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holds onto her

       ♘.┋ WHY OH WHY DO YOU LONG FOR HER? Yearn for a closeness more toxic / wicked / vile than frail creatures could stomach? BEWARE: skin adorned with spikes, biting deep into flesh & sinew. It taints, this body of hers; it wounds, it cuts, it scathes. UNHOLY WRETCHED THING: soulless, rotting, a disgusting entity shackled by mortal coil. MONSTER IN DISGUISE; they all knew where true nature lay. BEARING fangs whenever sadistic smirk revealed gaping maw. What is in your head? A single thought: everything dies. – a silent whisper, a testimony. Ah … she has been dead for long. 

      “ …? “

             Mayhap other did not mind; had learned to tolerate the stench of dead & those dying. Most beauteous decay: perhaps she was but immune for own physique bore the same marks, same heinous insignia THEY had pressed into MURDERER / MARTYR’s limb & torso. – lo, this pariah merrily joined hands with liars & worse. What else was left to do aside from playing this given part? Dead eyes glaring into the voracious miens of those leading the lambs to the slaughter; apathy worse than before. Even deep down, MONSTER feels but numb: suffocated, beaten left to rot. – they never never never came back.

            Aye, ‘twas pariah’s redemption. Her atonement perhaps. To let WARRIOR WARRIOR spent last days in detested company. To mend what fingers could; to fill cracks & gaps & fissures in split / TORN TORN TORN personality, to hold together what would burst apart aching under the weight of guilt & shame. 

           Silence etches on, lethargic crystalline merely staring ere swift blink allows restless eyes to close. They burnt beneath lids; sleepless forevermore / YOU SLEPT TOO LONG, TRAITOR [let me sleep a decade longer]: die then. Chin dips, forehead resting ‘gainst protruding bone. Pieck’s shoulder seems a well-sought resting place for one’s heavy head, held exhale leaving parted lips in form of an almost noteless sigh. MONSTER / MARTYR does not return the half-embrace / half-god forsaken CHOKE but tension abates. – she rests / she stays.

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vvenari. 

                    ❛  … do you need help with that ?  ❜

                        ‘   ----  no, i have it.   ’   proceed to fall on the floor. 

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Pieck leans in and licks Mikasa cheek

                    ❛  —…  ❜

          HOW BOLD , how bloody / a feral animal stuck in the back of a throat,  unafraid and daring — hear me,  hear me.  I want to devour you,  I want to eat your heart.  Even in the dark corners of her mind,  she imagines her hungry lips leaving a trail of  red  upon the pale flesh,  though the sudden intimacy between them does not impress her,  nor does it leave a mark.  It is fleeting and empty,  just like the hollowness of the body that is half-drowning in an endless sea of blue,  despite her playful demeanor and the small smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth.  It is only there to fool you / she wants to fluster you / she wants to make you blush,  but there is no warmth or tenderness in the way she leans in,  her breath tickling the side of her exposed neck,  or in the way she eliminates the space between them — only excitement,  perhaps even curiousity.  Mikasa holds her chin between her fingers and for a brief moment her gaze lingers upon her youthful features,  examining the darkness of her eyes,  the grip on the shifter’s face light and gentle.  She is uninterested in her games or whatever urges rest beneath the skin,  though a small part of her already knows she has succeeded:  she,  a cunning fox / you are shivering,  you are uncomfortable / victory,  victory.

                    ❛  Pieck — careful.  ❜

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literally anyone: *sits even remotely near Pieck* Pieck:

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#callout post for pieck for being a ho