I.　[　לעבן　] 𝐅𝑹ᴱ𝐄, @frayheyt - Tumblr Blog

* TAHITUI. 【 SIREN CALL 】: 𝙼𝙴𝚁𝙲𝚈 𝚁𝙴𝙴𝙵.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 ! ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵇᵒᵈʸ, ᵃ ᵍʰᵒˢᵗ ship : 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 , an unmanned galleon ᵒᶜᶜᵘᵖⁱᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ UNDEAD / 𝙰 𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙻𝙻 - 𝙱𝙾𝚁𝙽 𝙷𝙰𝚄𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙴𝙰 / phantom-limb pain ᵒᶠ ᵃ ᶠʳᵃᶜᵗᵘʳᵉᵈ ˢᵒᵘˡ ᵍʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵈᵘˢᵗ. ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵃˡˡᵒʷˢ SING ᵗᵒ ᵐᵉ ⁱⁿ ʰᵉʳ ᶠᴼᴿᴱᴵᴳᴺ ᵀᴼᴺᴳᵁᴱ / 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆𝒔 , ˢᵘˢᵖᵉⁿᵈᵉᵈ ˢᵃⁱˡᵒʳ ⁻ ᵐᵉⁿ ˢᵗʳᵘⁿᵍ ᵘᵖ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉᵈᵍᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ , ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵇᵘˡᵍⁱⁿᵍ ᵉʸᵉˢ & ᶠˡᵉˢʰ ᵇʳᵘⁱˢᵉᵈ ᵇˡᵘᵉ. ❛❛ ˢᵒ, it’s 𝗠𝗘𝗥𝗖𝗬 𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗙 ʸᵉ’ʳᵉ ˡᵒᵒᵏⁱⁿ’ ᶠᵉʳ. ᴵ’ˡˡ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏 ʸᵉ, ᵗʰᵃᵗ’ˢ ᴺ͟ᴬ͟ᵁ͟ᴳ͟ᴴ͟ᵀ͟ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ ʷᵃⁱᵗⁱⁿ’ ᶠᵉʳ ʸᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵃᵗ 𝑩𝑳𝑨𝑪𝑲 𝑺𝑷𝑶𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑫 𝑻𝑶𝑾𝑵. . . ❟❟

D͟A͟W͟N͟: ᵛᵉˡᵛᵉᵗʸ plum-reds ᵇˡᵉᵈ ᵒⁿᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈʳᵒᵖᵖᵉᵈ ʲᵒʷˡˢ ᵒᶠ ᵒᵛᵉʳᶜᵃˢᵗ ˢᵐᵒᵍ , 𝙱𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙺𝙴𝙽𝙴𝙳 𝙶𝚁𝙴𝚈 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝚁𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃𝙴𝙾𝚄𝚂 𝙵𝚄𝚁𝚈 ; ᵗʰᵉ ˢˡᵒʷˡʸ WANING ʰᵃᶻᵉ ᵇᵘᵇᵇˡᵉˢ ᵃ ʳᵒᵗᵗᵉᵈ ᵇˡᵃᶜᵏ / FESTERING ⁱⁿ ᵃ 𝙛𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙙 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙-𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙥 ᶜˡᵉᵃᵛᵉᵈ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ still-dark firmament ᵇˡᵒᵃᵗᵉᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ˢᵐᵒᵍ , ᵈᵒʷⁿᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ˢᵉᵃ ˢᵃˡᵗ & ᵃ ˢᵘᵇˢᵗⁱᵗᵘᵗᵉᵈ 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒄 . ❛❛ ᴵ ˢᵘᵍᵍᵉˢᵗ ʸᵉ 𝙏𝙐𝙍𝙉 𝘽𝘼𝘾𝙆 ‘ⁿ ᵍᵒ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ whence ʸᵉ ᵇᵒʸˢ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ. 𝚏𝚒𝚜𝚑-𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜, ᵗʰᵃʳ ˢᵗʳᵘᵐᵖᵉᵗˢ 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭’ 𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬 , 'ⁿ ˢᵖʳᵒᵍˢ ᵈᵉᶠᵒʳᵐᵉᵈ ‘ⁿ ᵁ͟ᴳ͟ᴸ͟ᴵ͟ᴱ͟ᴿ͟ than any ᵇᵉᵃˢᵗ ᵒ’ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵉᵃ. ❟❟ 𝗠𝗘𝗥𝗖𝗬 𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗙, ᵗʰ’ᵈʳᵒʷⁿᵉᵈ ᵇᵃˢᵗᵃʳᵈ 'ᵃ TRITONIS: ᵃ ʰᵉᵃᵈ ʰᵉˡᵈ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳ ᵃ 𝘍𝘙𝘖𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘕𝘎 ᵇᵒᵐᵇᵒʳᵃ / 𝐟𝐨𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᵒᶜᵉᵃⁿ ʷᵃᵛᵉˢ ᵖᵘˡˡ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚎 DRUNKEN with ᴳᴿᴼᴳ & 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐄.

𝙲𝙰𝙿𝚃𝙰𝙸𝙽’𝚂 𝙻𝙾𝙶: 𝟿𝚃𝙷 , 𝙵𝙴𝙱𝚁𝚄𝙰𝚁𝚈 . ᵗʰᵉ ᴴᴼᴿᴿᴼᴿ tales ᵒᶠ ᵐᵉʳᶜʸ ʳᵉᵉᶠ 𝙁𝘼𝙄𝙇 ᵗᵒ ˢᵗᵉᵉʳ ᵐᵉ ᵃʷᵃʸ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʰᵉʳ mystique. 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙. A SIREN SONG … ⁱ will ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʰᵉʳ ˢᵉᶜʳᵉᵗˢ & ˢʰᵉ ʷⁱˡˡ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ 𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔬𝔫𝔢 ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵃˡᵐˢ ᵒᶠ 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔. ❛ ᴮᴿᴵᴺᴳ 'ᴱᴿ ᴵᴺ , 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒔. 𝚠𝚎'𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 . . . ❟

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𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎. ᵃ ᶜᵒˡˡᵉᶜᵗᶦᵛᵉ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 ᵒᶠ 𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒇, [ ᵍᵒʳᵉᵈ RAW ˡᶦᵏᵉ ᵃ 𝗺̲𝗮̲𝗰̲𝗸̲𝗲̲𝗿̲𝗲̲𝗹 / ᵇᵒʷᵉˡˢ ᵐᵃˡᶠᵒʳᵐᵉᵈ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᴴᴼᴼᴷᴱᴰ ᶜ̲ʳ̲ᵒ̲ˢ̲ˢ ⁻ ʰ͟ᵃ͟ᶦ͟ʳ͟ˢ ᵒᶠ ᵃ 𝐏𝐋𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑 ] & 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓, ᵃ ˢᵖᶦⁿˢᵗᵉʳ ˡᵉᵍᵉⁿᵈ ˡᵒⁿᵍ ᵃˢ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐮𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐦𝐚𝐧'𝐬 ᵈᵒᵒᵐᵉᵈ ᵃᵇᵒᵈᵉ 𝘺𝘢𝘸𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 ᶠᵒʳᵉᵛᵉʳ : 𝘄̲𝗲 𝗮̲𝗿̲𝗲̲ 𝗿͟𝗶͟𝗱͟𝗱͟𝗹͟𝗲͟𝗱 𝘄͟𝗶͟𝘁͟𝗵 𝗵̲𝗲̲𝗿 𝗱͟𝗶͟𝘀͟𝗲͟𝗮͟𝘀͟𝗲 , ᵃ ˢᵉᵃ 𝚂𝙸𝙲𝙺𝙽𝙴𝚂𝚂. ❛❛ ᴹᴱ 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚢'𝚜 ʰᵃˢ ᵗᵒˡᵈ ᵘˢ ᵃ ’ ᵇᵒᵘ ‘ ʰᵗ 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐅 [ ... ] ‘ⁿ ˢᵃʸˢ ᵗʰ’ ᶜ̲ᵃ̲ᵖ̲’̲ⁿ̲ ̲ ̲ ̲ ̲ ᶦˢ ᵃ damned ᶠᵒᵒˡ. ˢᵃʸˢ 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇' 𝗎𝗌 𝗍'𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗄𝗋𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗇 & ᵃʸᵉ , ᵃˡˡ ᶠᵒʳ ˢᵘᵐ ˢʰᶦᵗᵉ ʳᵘᵐ. ❟❟

𝐖𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 : ᴹᴱᴺ 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒆 ᶦⁿ ʰᵉʳ p͟a͟l͟e͟ m̲o̲o̲n̲l̲i̲g̲h̲t̲’̲s 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵒˢᵗ ˢᶜʳᶦᵖᵗˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰᵘᵐ ᶦⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵉˡˡʸ ᵒᶠ ʰᵉʳ ˢᵒᵖᵖᶦⁿᵍ, ᵇˡᵃᶜᵏ ᵗᵒⁿᵍᵘᵉ ᵃʳᵉ ᶠᵒᵘⁿᵈ ᵃˢ ʰᵃʳᵖᶦˢʰ ˡᵘʳᵉᵈ ˢᵘᶦᶜᶦᵈᵉ ⁿᵒᵗᵉˢ ; strung ʷʰᵉʳᵉ DEAD - MEN 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝚗𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚜. ❛❛ ᴶ͟ᴬ͟ᴳ͟ᴱ͟ᴿ͟, ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ᵃᶦⁿ'ᵗ ʸᵉ 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚎, ᵃ 𝐔𝐆𝐋𝐘 death ... ❟❟ ʷᵉ ᵇᵉᶜᵒᵐᵉ intimate ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒᵐᵇ ᵒᶠ ᵗᵉʳʳᵒʳ , 𝙼𝙴𝚁𝙲𝚈 𝚁𝙴𝙴𝙵 ᵃᶜᶜᵉᵖᵗˢ ᵘˢ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ᵒˡᵈ ˡᵒᵛᵉʳˢ , ˢᵗᵃʳ ⁻ ᶜʳᵒˢˢᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵉˢᵗʳᵃⁿᵍᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵘˡᵖ ᵒᶠ ᵐʸˢᵗᵉʳʸ.

𝚂𝙰𝙸𝙻𝚂 𝙳𝚁𝙰𝚆 𝚃𝙾 𝙰 𝙲𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙴𝙵𝙸𝚁𝙴. ˢᵘʳʳᵉⁿᵈᵉʳᶦⁿᵍ ᵃᵘᵗᵒⁿᵒᵐʸ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉᵍʳᵉᵍᶦᵒᵘˢ ʷᶦⁿᵈˢ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ᵃ ’ᵍᵘˡˡ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵃ 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆. ᴵᴺ 𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔, ʷᵉ ᵐᵃʳᶜʰ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ᵐᵒʳᵗᵃʳ ᶠᶦʳᵉ, ʷᵉ ˢᵐᵃˡˡ ᵇᵃⁿᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵐᵘʳᵈᵉʳᵉʳˢ. ❛❛ 𝚌𝚊𝚙'𝚗, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚑. ˡᶦᵏᵉ nothin’ livin’ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵍʳᵒʷ ʰᵉʳᵉ. 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒆, ˢʰᵉ ᶦˢ. ❟❟ something in the distance yells, ᵒʳ ᵐᵃʸᵇᵉ ᶦᵗ'ˢ ᵐʸ ᶦᵐᵃᵍᶦⁿᵃᵗᶦᵒⁿ.

#IC.#A.1.#i . NOVEL .#tahitui #[ i tried to leave so much ambiguity for #everything like a real ghost tale exactly.. what if everyone on the crew has a death wish for whatever guilt or melancholy they're harboring #and it just intensifies as they stay longer on mercy reef... we bout to frame this like a whole cinematic event

bohreas

Ivan the Terrible and His Son (detail)

#[ RE . ]　SATURN DEVOURING HIS SON﹐　dynamic. 　* /#[ temp tag.

www .youtube. com/ watch? v= YmWo2zG99e4 & ab_channel= KanePixels (Hi, I hope you don't mind me sending this, but I saw this on yt and it suddenly reminded me of you and your Eren! Have a good day!)

i actually saw this a couple of days ago and absolutely loved it. in particular, i’m happy that you thought of my eren when you saw this, because this is essentially how i would portray the overarching narrative theatrically if i had the opportunity. this is all so ironic, because after watching this i kept rewatching to get muse, so this is just encouraging me to write more.

#askbox.#[ bye this means so much thank u.#i can't get over the visuals for this #entire thing especially the zeke - eren reunion into rumbling i literally keep replaying that part.#i hope you have a great day & thank u again.

* DECIMATER. 【 CAIN COMPLEX 】: 𝙼𝙰𝚁𝙻𝙴𝚈.

the timer continued to tick * 𝙻𝙾𝚄𝙳 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙶𝚁𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙽𝙾 𝙿𝙴𝙰𝙲𝙴 . our fates sealed , inching ᶜˡᵒˢᵉʳ ᵃᶰᵈ ᶜˡᵒˢᵉʳ to their grim end . 𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖞𝖊𝖆𝖗 to go . amid bitter smoke he can taste the rot that awaits him . not yet / together , they still had work to do .

lids heavy , corner of lips ᵗʷᶤᵗᶜʰᶤᶰᵍ to semblance of frown . ❛ 𝒖𝒏𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒏𝒐𝒕 . albeit , we do have the day . ❜ whether or not the younger was 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 in their game , 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑡 . 'neath cool exterior there was a minuscule rush of giddiness . funny , how such a simple gesture of 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆 𝖇𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖇𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖍 can re - ignite that lost spark .

blunt nail gives light 𝖘𝖈𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖈𝖍 to ear . 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍 ; snapping along with brother’s words . ❛ indulge me , won’t you ? ❜

𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘 ? keen eye averted for second . it was the only home he knew , yet at the thought of destruction befalling it / he felt ᵇᵃʳᵉˡʸ a tickle of 𝖌𝖚𝖎𝖑𝖙 . ❛ the only thing i can 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑚 i will miss is my ———— our , grandparents . ❜

❛❛ 𝐒̲𝐎̲𝐌̲𝐄̲𝐃̲𝐀̲𝐘̲ ———- 𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ... ❜❜

ʰᶦˢ ᵃʳʳᶦᵛᵃˡ ᶦˢ 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 , ᵗʰᶦˢ ᵉᵛᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵃ 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎 : ( 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚝 ) ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵉᵗᵉʳᶦᵒʳᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵃʳᶜʰᶦᵗᵉᶜᵗᵘʳᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ᵈ͟ᵉ͟ᵛ͟ᶦ͟ˡ͟'͟ˢ ᵇ͟ᵒ͟ᵈ͟ʸ ᶦˢ 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒎𝒑 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒔, ᵈʳᵒᵒˡᶦⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰᵉʳʳʸ ᵈᵉʷ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ redeemer’s 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐒; ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵃ ᵃᵇˢᵒˡᵘᵗᵉ , a̲ b̲e̲a̲s̲t̲ ᵒᶠ ᵇˡᵃˢᵖʰᵉᵐᵒᵘˢ ⁿᵃᵐᵉ ‘ 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞. ’ ᵃ ᶜᵒⁿᵈᵉᵐⁿᵉᵈ ʰᵉʳᵒ ᶦᵈᵒˡᵃᵗʳʸ ᵃᵐᵒⁿᵍˢᵗ ᵃⁿ 𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒂𝒓 ᵒᶠ 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒐𝒕𝒔 ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰᵒᶦʳ ᵒᶠ 𝚑𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚜. [ 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 ] , ᵇᵉᵗʳᵒᵗʰᵉᵈ ᶦⁿ ⁿᶦⁿᵉ ᵈᶦᵃᵈᵉᵐ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶜʳᵘᶜᶦᶠᶦᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ˢʰʳᵃᵖⁿᵉˡ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ᵇᵒⁿᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁿᵉʳᵛᵉ.

❛❛ ᵃʰ , 𝒏𝒐 ... [ 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚢. ] ᵗʰᵉʸ'ʳᵉ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ʸ̲ᵒ̲ᵘ̲ʳ ᶠᵃᵐᶦˡʸ ᵗʰᵃⁿ 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚, [ . . . ] 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒆. ᶦ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵃⁿʸ memories ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ᵃⁿʸʷᵃʸ. ❟❟

ᶦ ʳᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ [ 𝐅𝐀𝐘𝐄 𝒋𝒂̈𝒈𝒆𝒓 ] ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ʰᵉʳ ⁿᶦⁿᵗʰ ʰᵉᵃᵛʸ ⁻ ˡᶦᵈᵈᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷᶦᵗʰᵉʳᵉᵈ ᶦⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇˡᵃᶜᵏ ˢᶜᵘᵐ ᵒᶠ ᵃ 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚑 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚙𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚎 / ⅋. ᵗʰᵉ 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝 ᶦⁿ ᵃ 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒂 ᶦˢ ᵈᶦˢᵖˡᵃᶜᵉᵈ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ BONDAGE ᵒᶠ ᵃ ᵐᵃʳʳᵉᵈ ᵃᵇᵈᵒᵐᵉⁿ ; 𝐈 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐀 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑. ʳᶦᵍᵒʳ ᵐᵒʳᵗᶦˢ ˢᵉᵗˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵐᵒᵏᵉ ᶦⁿ ᵐʸ ᵐᵒᵘᵗʰ ᵇᵉˡˡᵒʷˢ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ᵃ CAMPFIRE.

( 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬, 𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. ) ❛❛ ᵒᵘʳ ᶠᵃᵗʰᵉʳ , 𝙝𝙚 ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ˢᵖᵒᵏᵉ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ʰᶦˢ parents … — ——— ❟❟

#IC.#A.3.#i . NOVEL .#DECIMATER.

* AENDEIOUS. 【 A BOY IS A GUN 】: 𝙿𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙳𝙸𝚂.

is my body not enough, that my heart must go too? she wonders, hand tracing the edges of worn fabric. it has aged better than her, it doesn’t comfort like it should anymore. if anything that emptiness grows and overwhelms her. suffocating. war torn hands ready to plunge into her chest to rip it out herself as an offering. 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞, 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨, though i’ve only got one. he is not the same, war-ready soul swells too great where as her’s aches for peace. an eternal quietness. ‘ enough of us have already died. ‘ a shift in her step, head lulling to the side. her mind felt heavy, war spilling out her ears and mouth. it suffocates even the best solider.

‘ do you trust me? ‘ she questioned out loud though it was meant for her mind alone. fear spreads as she waits for an answer. ‘ we will when the time is right. ‘ fear hides her desperateness.

( 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆. )

𝙱𝙰𝚂𝙸𝙻𝙸𝚂𝙺 - 𝙱𝙾𝚈, out dripped his grotesque insides, the licorice-coated color of rotted black is bared for her to see (saccharine nothings plumped with honeysuckle choirs die against his lips), a 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩 script, skinless promise is made in the gull of his rancid mouth. ❛❛ yeah, we can’t let that be for nothing. 𝖽𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 [ ... ] for 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵. ❟❟ watchful DEVIL stares back, pitless eyes of sulfur brimming into the other’s very own, 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘴, shades of plucked up innards and maliced sinews strung apart on their towered walls ( STORIES OF CONFLICTED PRINCES in familial conspiracies, yes — in abandoned towers, where they shadow box the sins of tomorrow ); his skin is the flesh EDEN’S FRUIT, gore-kissed and decomposing.

❛❛ 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵, ❟❟ he feels it like a world - wound, the way her eyes snap against his in a fierce fight or flight inertia, ( the barrel smoke twirls into nothingness like ICARUS and his crumbling flesh ) ❛❛ i don’t have enough time. i just — i have to use all the time i have left. ❟❟

#IC.#A.2.#i . NOVEL .#AENDEIOUS.#[ the fact that it never gets better #from this point either smh.

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The Body of Christ and the Implements of Martyrdom

Annibale Carracci, c. 1582

#TBT.

* AENDEIOUS. 【 A BOY IS A GUN 】: 𝙿𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙳𝙸𝚂.

𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭. this body was made for war. it was not her’s anymore, given to eren and the scouts as a weapon. she was nothing more than. but yet this body ached for peace, a quiet life. even if it meant it was shorted lived by the side of those she cared for. ‘ i think so . ‘ her voice reached, but it seemed to not be understood. the boy she grew up beside seemed to grow into a man distanced from her. even now just an arm lengths away she could tell he was gone.

‘ if we act now, who know’s what will happen. who will die. ‘ her words were firm, but her actions vulnerable. nimble and war torn hands reaching for the salve round her neck. the fabric has aged much like herself, but it was better off than her. ‘ do you not trust us anymore? ‘ the thought does set well, acidic in her belly that eats away at what remained.

don’t leave where we cannot follow.

𝙰 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙷𝙵𝙸𝚁𝙴 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝙱𝚄𝚁𝙽𝚂 in the dire crunch of rotted kindling, glass soul shattered underfoot in this INNOCENT pursuit of 𝒍𝒊𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏. an alter of maggots creep and writhe under the inertia of a dark lip, festering like a breadth of treachery, 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋. he is a 𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 , transitioning into a harrowing 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘮. ❛❛ 𝐧𝐨. ❟❟ canorous rumblings melt into the dry flesh of his tongue, a hollow whisper that drips onto the empty air around them as the rifle hums lovingly.

❛❛ if we don’t, 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐦͟𝐨͟𝐫͟𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐞 ? ❟❟ silence is dust and ash is smeared; 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒇𝒍𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅, breeding a dissonant click, shredding silence like crude viscera. ❛❛ we have to do something [ ... ] ❟❟

( 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆. )

#IC.#A.2.#AENDEIOUS.#i . NOVEL .#[ sad kids :( they deserve better

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Adrien Sahores @ Yohji Yamamoto SS13

#TBT.

* EMBROSYN. 【 HEART OF DARKNESS 】: 𝙼𝙰𝚁𝙻𝙴𝚈.

“ … ”

“ 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃. ”

“ 𝐼 𝐴𝑀 𝑂𝐵𝐿𝐼𝐺𝐴𝑇𝐸𝐷. both by the sanctimonious virtue of this profession and by mandate. ” the hollow of glass, the haphazard metal movements of various medical tools clanking ; a swarm of flies dabbled in the dried bloodstains marking old linens [ those before him bled and bled ; those after would continue to bleed ] desperate to taste the time - ripened sweetness of agony. the clinic itself was a festering wound, filthy, infected. the last of the gauze spools fell into his palm with an echo that resonated deep in his chest and into his rib cage. “ … 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 ? i’m still here, treating you. ”

a wince pain in his fingers, those exhausted appendages, steadily crushed beneath the weight of time and duty. gently, for such brutal hands, he held the remains of a half - leg and delicately began to peel what was layers upon layers of bloodied bandage, the imprint of carnage, the remnants of what had once been whole. “ how did you lose it . . ? 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐄𝐆. 𝑤𝑒 𝘩𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒. ”

𝙷𝙴 𝙸𝚂 𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙿 always from the virus, one step away from the cure. it’s obstinate in that respect, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥, a contagion without an antidote; 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚛𝚘̈𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚝. widows make exquisite homes in the croaking grave of his throat, gossamer rich and thawed about his teeth and spoken word; each thread leading to a different one, a intricate art of lies born in the gullet of his awful mouth and christened in the horrendous dew of 𝗥𝗢𝗧 / 𝗦𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗩𝗔. ❛❛ you can learn a lot about s̲o̲m̲e̲o̲n̲e̲ by their choices, ❟❟ they have engineered the war, they [could] have engineered the peace. he stares beyond all the alternate realities and doomed timelines to the skylight, dispassionately out of his reach. ❛❛ it’s like choosing to dive head-first into all of this. 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥, but at least you made the decision. ❟❟ everything stutters in 𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒐 after that, a harsh vivisection of red smearing gauze and flesh reeking of rust and melancholia sewn to plaster and whitewash.

he whispers of snakes and their rotted scales, of PUNIC’S WAR and red - kissed fields, mortar fire and indiscriminate bloodletting; 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖿𝖺𝗋𝖾, less profound. ❛❛ in the opening charge, we were directed to devise a ‘suicide attack’ - fodder up until the mainline force would arrive. i was struck in the volley of machine gun fire and explosions; TO TELL YOU THE TRUTH, i couldn’t tell you if it were the shrapnel or m͟a͟c͟h͟i͟n͟e g͟u͟n. i remember waking up and seeing a large portion of my leg torn apart, crushed & gored. i made the decision to amputate it myself with my rifle’s 𝒃𝒂𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒕; 𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗎𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋. to provide artillery support — i was obligated. ❟❟

#IC.#A.3.#i . NOVEL .#EMBROSYN.#[ bye i replied so quickly it's insane.#eren is really keen on acknowledging and actually sympathizing with people at this point so i guess this is just him trying to #better understand the type of person embron is.#everything he said is a lie too but #the way he tells it naturally is kind of an indication that his decades of living through war has allowed him to tell these stories #like they're his own.#it's actually so unnerving this is such a morbid thread.

𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴'𝚂 𝙰 𝙿𝚄𝚁𝙸𝙵𝙸𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙷 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝙴 ; on the road to judgment day, a ghosting taste of rigor mortis slivers across the waning expanse of bones etched with a 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐲, the long winter end of everything. chthonic horror begins in fencing around the heart with a WALL constructed by diligent black-blooded boys who hunger for liberation, where the 𝒆𝒍𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒘𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔 ; spilling from raw throats, bleeding like lamb slaughtered, are more important than life itself. 𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘧 wild aches, cracked porcelain masks. ❛❛ do y͟o͟u think armin’s right ? ... ❟❟

the descent is always easy, ( a critical analysis on crumbling and falling — men covered in soot and gore, clay feathers stripped for icarus’ bonding agent ) glass teeth crunch over words declared with veins alight, this aluminum contraption of death weighs softer in his hand than the glances from her. [ 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆: another shot ] ❛❛ i can’t keep waiting anymore. 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘶𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘰. ❟❟

𝚆𝙴𝙴𝙺𝚂 𝙱𝙴𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙴 𝙰𝚃𝚃𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝚃𝙸𝚃𝙰𝙽'𝚂 𝙳𝙸𝚂𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴. @aendeious

#IC.#A.2.#i . NOVEL .#AENDEIOUS.#[ i hope this is okay ! i put it in #in between the timeskip before everything happens at like a breakneck pace so there's more room for development on their interactions

&. ᵂᴬᴿ 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏: ¹⁰ 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒.

ᵃ ᶜʰᶦˡᵈ ᶦˢ ᵇᵒʳⁿ ᶦⁿ ᵃ wooden gingerbread ᵗʳᵉᵉ ʰᵒᵘˢᵉ , ᵈᶦˡᵃᵖᶦᵈᵃᵗᵉᵈ ⅋. ᵈᵒᵍ ⁻ ᵗᶦʳᵉᵈ above ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵉˢᵖᵒᵗᶦᶜ ᶠˡᵘʳʳʸ ᵒᶠ 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐉𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ᶦⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵒʳᵐ ᵒᶠ 𝙷𝙰𝚁𝚁𝙾𝚆𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙻𝚈𝙽𝙲𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂 ᵒⁿ ᵃ ᵗʰʳᵉᵃᵈᵉᵈ N͟Y͟L͟O͟N K͟N͟O͟T ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᵃ 𝑚𝑜𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟'𝑠 neck ᶦˢ BROKEN ᵃᵍᵃᶦⁿˢᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᶦᵍʰᵗ ᶜˡᵒᵗʰ'ˢ 𝚗𝚘𝚍𝚎. 𝒐̲𝒗̲𝒆̲𝒓 𝒕̲𝒉̲𝒆̲ 𝒘̲𝒂̲𝒍̲𝒍̲, ᵖᵃˢᵗ ᵗʰᵉ 𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗋𝖾'𝗌 ᵃⁿᵈ ˡᵃᶜᵉ ⁻ ᵖᶦᶜᵏᵉᵗᵉᵈ fences , ᵃ ᵇᵒʸ ᵇᵃʳᵉˡʸ 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚑 ᶦˢ ᵃ ᵉˣᵖᵒˢᵉᵈ ˢᵖᵉᶜᵗᵃᵗᵒʳ ʷᵃᵗᶜʰᶦⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ʲᵃʷ ᵒᶠ 𝗼𝗽𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 ᶜʳᵘˢʰ ʰᶦˢ 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙪𝙢𝙣 ᶦⁿᵗᵒ ᵃ ʳᵃᶜᵏ ᵒᶠ ᶜᵃᵖᶦˡˡᵃʳᶦᵉˢ.

𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙲𝙷𝙸𝙻𝙳 𝙸𝚂 𝙰 𝙵𝚄𝙻𝙻 𝙱𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙳𝙴𝙳 𝙼𝙰𝚁𝙻𝙴𝚈𝙰𝙽. — ———— 𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝙻𝙸𝚅𝙴 𝙰 𝙶𝙾𝙾𝙳 𝙻𝙸𝙵𝙴 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙳𝙸𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝙾𝙻𝙳 𝙰𝙶𝙴.

ᵉᵐᵖᵃᵗʰʸ ᶦˢ ᵃ ᵛᶦᶜᵉ / ⅋. ᵗʰᵉ 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐲 𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 ᶦⁿ ᵃ 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 ᵗᵒ EXORBIANT DEPRESSION ᶦˢ ᶜʰᶦᵉᶠˡʸ 𝗱𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘁 , ᵏⁿᵒᵗᵗᶦⁿᵍ ᵗʷᵒ ᵐᵉᵗᵃᵖʰʸˢᶦᶜᵃˡ ᶠᶦⁿᵍᵉʳˢ ᵃʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ ᶦᵗˢ ʰʸᵖᵉʳᵇᵒˡᶦᶜ ᵗʰʳᵒᵃᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈᶦᵍᵍᶦⁿᵍ 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐀 , ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʳᵘˣ ᵒᶠ ᵃʳᵐᵃᵍᵉᵈᵈᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ᵃʳᵉ ᵒⁿˡʸ ʰᵒˡˡᵒʷᵉᵈ ⁻ ᵒᵘᵗ ʳᵉᵍʳᵉᵗˢ ᵗᵒ ᵃᶜᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ ᶠᵒʳ. MAHOGANY CRUTCH FALLS INTO DIRT, ʰᵉ'ˢ ᵃ ᶜᵃʳᶦᶜᵃᵗᵘʳᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ᵐᵃⁿ ᵖᵃˢᵗ ʰᶦˢ ᵍˡᵒʳʸ ᵈᵃʸˢ , ᵃ ʳᵉⁿᵃᶦˢˢᵃⁿᶜᵉ ᵐᵃⁿ ᶜᵒⁿᵈᵉᵐⁿᵉᵈ ᶦⁿ ᵃ ᶜʳᵘˢᵃᵈᵉ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ FLESH.

❛❛ ᵃʰ , 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚 ... [ 𝚞𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚍; 𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚗. ] ᶦ ᵃᵐ ˢᵗᶦˡˡ ᵍᵉᵗᵗᶦⁿᵍ ᵘˢᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ . . . ❟❟

BURNING IN A SYNAPSE FIRE FLASH, ʰᶦˢ ᶠᶦʳˢᵗ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ᶦⁿ ʳᵉᶜᵒᵛᵉʳʸ :

@blackswords.

𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝.

#IC.#A.3.#i . NOVEL .#BLACKSWORDS.#[ let's talk about me devoting #a whole paragraph to parallel how they're both missing their mother's during their development ages and contrasting that with someone #who will never have to face hardships while all they do is keep on suffering #guts being a legendary 'titan slayer' hired by marley's government as a fail safe because anti-titan technology and weapon power is becoming #much more advanced nah we ate this...#help bro up? his crutch just fell

* EMBROSYN. 【 HEART OF DARKNESS 】: 𝙼𝙰𝚁𝙻𝙴𝚈.

“ 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕. 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍 ”

𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃, 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 of asclepius and interminable fatigue, heavy down to the very marrow in each aching bone, fell upon a restless knee [ 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 ; madness wrought within that dull iris–– or was it merely the sorrow of a dying man ? there had been too many, a slow, murky blur of regret and despair into one more haggard face ; one hideous amalgamation, one mortifying chimera of anguish for them all ]. they spasmed, his knuckles, one by one ––– good god, one by one. “ i don’t think any of this is necessary, really, and so, speaking in the realm of the unnecessary, what is another physical examination ? i doubt you have much else to look forward to. you won’t be fighting anyone else’s battle any time soon, you said so yourself. ” deep within the dels of his consciousness, that forestland of black and umber, on the whim of what little perseverance was left in him, he moved forward, his cynicism that insatiable, hirsute beast to remind him of this harrowing reality : the dying come to heal the almost dead.

ᵇᵘᵗ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᶜᵃᶰ ᵒᶰᵉ ʰᵒᵖᵉˡᵉˢˢ ˢᵒᵘˡ ᵈᵒ ˀ

“ that has yet to hinder any one of you. come on. i’d like to re-wrap that leg. ” all at once, he cracked his knuckles ; once more into the abyss. “ the way it’s wrapped . . . 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎. ”

𝙰 𝙱𝙻𝚄𝙴 𝙲𝚁𝙴𝚂𝙲𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙾 𝚁𝙸𝚂𝙴𝚂 , restless inertia in his marred lips of serpentine cunning, a lesson in a trickster’s eleventh-hour. the ghosts of his words stemming from some place distinctly detached from the 𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒐 of pulse, not a composite of his flesh or his soul, only of debilitated grief, disconsolate and soundless. ❛❛ you’re right. i don’t have much to look forward to. but i have to keep looking ahead ... ❟❟ ardor could undo people, unravel any false sense of 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐝𝐨, the dismally incontrovertible notion of honesty underlying every parable. it is creeping out of his maggot haven of a esophagus into a sharp acuity, and it elapses into a hoarse, thin cough, stuck underneath a tooth’s pulp as he caustically bared his soul in a loki’s earnest, fleshing out his melting dogma and the semantics of 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘆𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝘂𝗯𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗳𝘂𝗴𝗲 in the wake of the dawn. a smile itches his mouth like parasites; in the ninth circle of hell, the worst sinners in his underworld were traitors and liars: betrayers of god. ❛❛ 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒊 ? ❟❟

into the fizzling air, stagnant with pestilence. ❛❛ they were done by a marleyan soldier while i was being taken back to the field hospital. the bandage itself was already used on another dead eldian, he didn’t seem to care though. ❟❟ night in a german evening goes on forever, the bane pooled behind grey eyes subside to guilt in all of it’s complexities. the pain of the ephemeral dwells in the silhouette his amputated leg and absent eye, extends to the comrades he’s lost, to the allies he’s never had. ❛❛ 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 to help people like us, or did you decide yourself? ❟❟

#IC.#i . NOVEL .#A.3.#EMBROSYN.#[ i'd love to help write out a aot verse #with you if you wanted !#very happy we're writing again i feel like there's a lot of #double meaning to whatever eren says so i tried my best to make it a little more obvious as opposed to him nearly always being #very vague #this whole scene is very up my alley though omg

[ ♜ ] 𝒛𝒆𝒌𝒆 jäger: 𝙼𝙰𝚁𝙻𝙴𝚈.

acknowledgement took form of deep hum ; vibrating throughout throat , a 𝖇𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖑𝖞 rumble . elation / skepticism , battling within as if 𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚎 clashed against the ivory cage ‘neath flesh . doubt was to be shot ( for now ) and vetoed until later date . 𝙼𝚈 𝙱𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙳 ) 𝙸 𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝚂𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄 . from wretched hell where the 𝑑𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑙𝑠 shall wait for salvation .

wicked tongue clicks . ᵈᶤˢᵃᵖᵖᵒᶤᶰᵗᵉᵈ ˒ ᵃˡᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰ ᶰᵒᵗ ˢᵘʳᵖʳᶤˢᵉᵈ . further sinking into warped mind how childhoods bore 𝖘𝖊𝖒𝖇𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊 of a mirror . 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟 ; did our ɹǝʞɐɯ withhold gesture of bonding from you as well ? ( 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚜 / 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 , 𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 ? ) sᴘᴇᴄᴛᴀᴄʟᴇs catch the sun . obscuring gunmetal orbs for brief moment .

❛ some find themselves with a 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝 for it ( like myself ) others ᵖᶤᶜᵏ ᶤᵗ ᵘᵖ with practice . ❜ nonchalant shrug . ❛ i have ; i imagine it is . are you 𝖆𝖉𝖏𝖚𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 to it well ? ❜

𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑: ᵃ ᵛᵘˡⁿᵉʳᵃᵇᶦˡᶦᵗʸ ᶦˢ TRANSPARENT , ᵃ ᶜᵃˡᶦᵇᵉʳ ᵒᶠ 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 ˢᵉᶜᵒⁿᵈ ⁻ ⁿᵃᵗᵘʳᵉ ᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˡᶦᵐᵇ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ʸᵒᵘ 𝒊̲𝒏̲𝒗̲𝒖̲𝒍̲𝒏̲𝒆̲𝒓̲𝒂̲𝒃̲𝒍̲𝒆̲ 𝒕̲𝒐 𝒅̲𝒐̲𝒖̲𝒃̲𝒕.

⅋. ᵂᴱ 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 ᵛᶦᶜᵗᶦᵐˢ ᵒᶠ Y͟O͟U͟R͟ 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑.

ᵃ ᵇˡᵉᵃᶜʰᵉᵈ ᵐᵒˡᵃʳ ᶦˢ influx , ᶜʸᶜˡᶦⁿᵍ 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚌𝚢𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎 , ʳᵉᵈ - ʳᶦᵐᵐᵉᵈ ᵇᵃᵇʸᵗᵉᵉᵗʰ ˢᵐᵃˢʰᵉᵈ ᵒᵛᵉʳ 𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆 ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵃ DEADPAN REEKING ᵒᶠ 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 ᵈᵉᵖʳᵉᶜᵃᵗᶦⁿᵍˡʸ ˢᶜʳᵃʷˡᵉᵈ ᵉⁿ ᵐᵃˢˢᵉ ᵃᵐᶦᵈˢᵗ ʰᶦˢ 𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙝. ❛❛ ᵂᴱ 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵐᵘᶜʰ time ᶠᵒʳ practicing … — ——— ❟❟ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵘⁿᶜᵒᵐᵖʳᵒᵐᶦˢᶦⁿᵍ ˢᶦˡᵉⁿᶜᵉ ᶦˢ ᵇᵉᶜᵒᵐᶦⁿᵍ ᵃ ᶦⁿᶜʰ ᵒᶠᶠ insufferable, ᵃ ᵐᵃᶜᵃᵇʳᵉ ʰᵉᵃᵈ ˡᶦᶠᵗ ᶦⁿ ˢˡᵒʷ 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 , ᵉᵛᵉⁿˡʸ ᵐᵃᵗᶜʰᶦⁿᵍ ʰᶦˢ 𝙜𝙖𝙯𝙚. ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵃᵉˢᵘʳᵃ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ᵖᵃᵘˢᵉ ᶦˢ ᵖᵘˡˡᵉᵈ ᵃᵖᵃʳᵗ ᵇᵉᵗʷᵉᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉᵐ , 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 / ᵃ ᵇˡᵒᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᶜᵒʳᵖˢᵉ ᶦⁿ ᵃ 𝙲𝚁𝙾𝚆 𝙵𝚁𝙴𝙽𝚉𝚈.

❛❛ ᶦᵗ ᵈᵒᵉˢⁿ'ᵗ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ᵐᵃᵗᵗᵉʳ ʰᵒʷ 𝒊 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 , [ ... ] ᶦᵗ'ˢ ᵒⁿˡʸ seven more days. [ 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚎 - 𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚗𝚎𝚕 & 𝚜𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚢. ] ᶦ ... ᵃᵖᵖʳᵉᶜᶦᵃᵗᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃˢᵏᶦⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰ , 𝒛𝒆𝒌𝒆. ᵈᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗʰᶦⁿᵏ ʸᵒᵘ'ˡˡ miss ᵃⁿʸ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᶦˢ ? ᶦᵗ ᵐᵃʸ ᵇᵉ ᵗʰᵉ last time . . . ❟❟

𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎, 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜.

#IC.#A.3.#i . NOVEL .#DECIMATER.#[ he's so depressing it's insane

❛❛ my wounds are purely psychological, — ———— it’s in my medical examination. ❟❟

𝙱𝙾𝙽𝙴𝚂 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙻𝙸𝙶𝙰𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚂 𝚃𝚆𝙸𝚂𝚃 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙾 𝙱𝚁𝙸𝚃𝚃𝙻𝙴 𝚂𝙴𝙼𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙲𝚂 , knuckles clenched, a morse code in blistering fingers sweltering from the dialing of agitated drumming along his thigh, a dialing, through the interconnected weave of binary code and accursed satellites of his 𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒍𝒚 cell. ( his voice is 𝖳𝖨𝖭𝖸, 𝖠𝖫𝖬𝖮𝖲𝖳 𝖨𝖭𝖲𝖨𝖦𝖭𝖨𝖢𝖠𝖭𝖳: a stark contrast, DISTANT from the cacophony of his age of teething. ) it’s a wishbone sentiment, but he clears his throat brimful with gravel and tries again; the stillness between them was inexorable: ❛❛ are these repeated physical examinations necessary ? ❟❟ in lieu of some 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙣𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙮, a solidifying night, evening hurtling into a dusk they no longer have a name for. there’s a doom & gloom to a scapegoat with a knack for being an 𝐈𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐕𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐀. he could have laughed for such a damn long time on the bleak 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘣𝘪𝘥𝘭𝘺 of it all, 𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅, asphyxiating kind of laughter, plaintive and bitter, because he’d just walked away from crowning his cornea with rifle shrapnel and his leg was amputated like a grief.

❛❛ i’m not getting my eye or leg back. i’ve given up on my body, ah ... it doesn’t matter, you don’t look particularly interested in hearing the woes of a 𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒓, 𝚍𝚘𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛 —— ❜❜

@embrosyn.

#IC.#A.3.#i . NOVEL .#EMBROSYN.#[ i thought the concept of eren during #his time as a undercover spy moonlighting as a injured veteran would work for a plotline specifically for embron... he's very irritating #honestly this could be a modern verse where his leg and eye is actually gone in self-mutilation or it could just be in an aot-verse we can #definitely plot something out with whatever you're comfortable with omg i hope this is okay

LITERALLY, MARLEY - YEAGERIST UPRISING - PATHS.

#TBD.#[ look how i ate that.#max fieschi thank u for always being there when i #need a morally dubious fc.

❛❛ ʰᵉʸ , ❟❟

𝚂𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙽 𝙳𝙰𝚈𝚂 𝙱𝙴𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙴 𝚁𝙰𝙸𝙳 𝙾𝙽 𝙻𝙸𝙱𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙾. @decimater

ᶦⁿ ᵃˡˡ ᵃʳᶜʰᵉᵗʸᵖᵃˡ 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐬 ᵒᶠ decorum, ʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵃ ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡᵉᵗᵉ 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒎 , ᵃ magnificent ᶜᵃˢᵉ ᵒᶠ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵒⁿ ᶜᵒᵘʳᵗᵉˢʸ ᵍ̲ᵒ̲ⁿ̲ᵉ ᶜ̲ᵃ̲ᵗ̲ᵃ̲ᵇ̲ᵒ̲ˡ̲ᶦ̲ᶜ. ᵗʰᵉ ᵒᵇˢᶜᵘʳᵉ 𝙘𝙖𝙫𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙨 ᵗʷᶦˢᵗᶦⁿᵍ ˡᶦᵖˢ ᵒᶠ ˢᵒᶠᵗ ᵖᵘˡᵖ ᵃⁿᵈ 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛 ˢᵖᵒᵒˡᵉᵈ ᶦⁿ 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐒 ᵖᵘⁿᶜᵗᵘʳᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵐᵒʳᵗᵃʳ ᶠᶦʳᵉ , 𝐟̲𝐚̲𝐥̲𝐥̲𝐬̲ 𝐥̲𝐢̲𝐤̲𝐞̲ 𝐬̲𝐡̲𝐫̲𝐚̲𝐩̲𝐧̲𝐞̲𝐥̲ 𝐝̲𝐢̲𝐬̲𝐠̲𝐮̲𝐢̲𝐬̲𝐞̲𝐝̲ 𝐚̲𝐬̲ 𝐯̲𝐚̲𝐥̲𝐤̲𝐲̲𝐫̲𝐢̲𝐞̲: ᵗʰᵉ ᵖʰᵃⁿᵗᵒᵐ ᵖᵃᶦⁿ ᶦˢ ᵃ ᶜᵒⁿʲᵉᶜᵗᵘʳᵃˡ poltergeist , ᵃ ᵃʳᵗᵉʳᶦᵃˡ ˢᵖʳᵉᵃᵈ ᵒᶠ DERELICTION ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗˢ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ 𝚜𝚢𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚜 ˢᵗʳᵃᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 / ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵃʳᵐ 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍 ᶠᵉᵉˡᶦⁿᵍ ᶦˢ ᵗʰᵉ death throes ᵒᶠ exsanguination , o̷̦̍͋̉̔̚͠f̵̢̢̠̜̩̝̹̍̀́̐̾́ ̷̛̣̺̩̓͐͑͌̀̕ ̴̙͆̿̏̅̀̽ ̸̢̢͔͓̘̜̦̪̔̃̂͐̏̾́͜͝ ̶̣̈́̓͂̍̏͝ ̶͙̩͕̹̄̾ ̷̥͈͔̤̦̬͗̈́͑̽̋̀̅ ̴̖̞̹͇͖̲̽ ̴̧͍̗̗̯̘̘̓́̑̔͆́͠ͅ ̶̮̥̱̮̳̪̫̂ ̵̡̗̲͍̻͔̻̮͂̈́͐͛͆̅̐̚ ̵̧̫̲̔́̎̊g̷̬̬͓̽́ǖ̶̧͉̣̱͚̊̑́̀̾̚͠i̷͍̯̓͌ͅl̸̜̍͂́͂͒̚͘̕t̴̮͑̀̈̀̈̄͆́͒.̷̡̛͕̫̋̽̕͜

𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐔𝐌 - 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: ᵉʸᵉˢ - nacreous , ᵗʰᵉ refraction ᵒᶠ ᵃ 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍, & 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚝 ⁿᶦᵍʰᵗ ᶦⁿ ᵖʳᵃᵍᵘᵉ , ᵛᵉʳᵗᶦᶜᵃˡ ˢᵖᶦʳᵃˡˢ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᶦᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵉᵃᵗʰᵉʳ ᵇᵃˢᵉᵇᵃˡˡ ᵗᵒ ᵃ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞 . ❛❛ SORRY , ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵐʸ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵉʸᵉ … 𝚒͟ 𝚠͟𝚘͟𝚞͟𝚕͟𝚍 𝚖͟𝚘͟𝚜͟𝚝 𝚕͟𝚒͟𝚔͟𝚎͟𝚕͟𝚢 ᵇᵉ ᵃʷᶠᵘˡ. ʸᵒᵘ , — ———— [ 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗀𝗎𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖾: 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 ] ʰᵃᵛᵉ ˡᶦᵛᵉᵈ ʰᵉʳᵉ ᵃˡˡ your life? 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗲𝘃𝗲 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀. ❟❟

#IC.#A.1.#i . NOVEL .#DECIMATER.#[ i literally posted without tags #wow something is wrong with me.#i was thinking about putting this in between #the marley arc. where eren and zeke meet for the first time and they're talking over the plan but also the baseball throwing scene #always meant a lot so i wanted to expand on that a little more...#i hope this is good omg

ᵛ̲ᵃ̲ᵍ̲ᵘ̲ᵉ 𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋. ♡

#TBD.#[ 'specifically snk-verse muses but also if i have an idea i'll be able to come #up with something.#it all depends on the muses it doesn't need to be within the #world of snk because i literally have my own ideas for a modern / war veteran-style kind of eren so it's fine.

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