somebody inside me, has always tried to be nobody

NIGHTFALL [ ˈnaɪt.fɔːl ] [ noun ]: the onset of night; the end of daylight; dusk. a combination of night, from the old english niht, or "darkness," and fall, or "come suddenly."

[gone-naitfall]

moved to @naitfall , sideblog to @knightinsourarmor

[rocknmeme]

post - trauma sentence starters  blood, death mention.

“don’t do that. don’t shut me out.” 

“you’ve been crying. i can tell.”

“we need to change those bandages and get some food in you.”

“you want me to rub your back ’til you fall asleep?”

“that was a brave thing you did today.” 

“shh, that’s okay, get everything out.”   

“there’s something on your shirt. you – that’s blood!”

“need some space?”

“you should lay down.”

“there’s nothing wrong with asking for help.” 

“shh, shh. you were having a nightmare.”

“we can talk through the door.” 

“let’s clean you up and get you to bed, okay?”

“you almost died.” 

“i brought you a blanket.”

“you’re home. you’re safe.” 

“i’m worried about you.”

“is everything okay?”

“tell me how to make it better.”

“it’s been a tough few days. how are you holding up?”

“you have to stay awake. come on, give my hand a squeeze.” 

“you’re in the hospital.” 

“think you can make it to the bathroom?”

“no, no. don’t close your eyes.”

[gone-naitfall]

ooc. Done with finding and saving all posts from my Levi blogs ever since I started writing him in February 2021. I got a headache. But also, so many beautiful threads. I'm not sure if it's everything (I moved so many times I lost track of my own blogs), but it's almost everything. I still need to track asks. That's gonna take me much longer. But eventually, I'll have a full image of everything I've written and owe ever since day #1. And all headcanons I ever posted. Will be a menace once I am satisfied with organising.

[gone-naitfall]

ooc. What have I been doing for the last two weeks? Listening to Vortex from Link Click. Non-stop. Crying over Link Click. Non-stop.

[gone-naitfall]

someone: are you and gwyn ( @vonbirden ) engag-

me: yes.

someone: have you propos-

me: no.

[gone-naitfall]

ooc. for the shake of moving I've been saving all posts from older blogs for reposting and I am staring at older writing and re-living all the emotions. I love this short grumpy old man, he means so much to me.

[gone-naitfall]

tag drop. ft. @lausticzt

—◆ laura alexander (lausticzt) | beautiful. furious. radiant. I love you with fury— to choke you with all my soul. with all my blood

[gone-naitfall]

ooc. The sudden urge to write Castiel

[gloomglimmer]

𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂  𝐑𝐏  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒  .  .  .  (  pt  1.  the  art  of  touch  )   Set  the  stage  for  longing  glances,  lingering  touches,  and  the  quiet  tension  of  unspoken  words.   ✧  ˚₊  Themes:  soft,  slow  burn  &  a  touch  of  angst 

✧     ›    SOFT   &   FLUFFY   .

My  muse  tucks  a  loose  strand  of  hair  behind  your  muse’s  ear,  their  fingers  lingering  for  a  second  longer  than  necessary.

My  muse  falls  asleep  on  your  muse’s  shoulder  during  a  long  ride.

My  muse  surprises  your  muse  with  breakfast  in  bed,  complete  with  a  handwritten  note.

My  muse  pulls  your  muse  under  their  umbrella  during  a  sudden  downpour.

My  muse  gently  wipes  away  a  tear  from  your  muse’s  cheek,  their  touch  tender  and  careful.

My  muse  laces  their  fingers  with  your  muse’s  absentmindedly,  only  realizing  it  after  a  few  seconds.

 ✧     ›    TENSION   &   SLOW  BURN   .

My  muse  fixes  your  muse’s  tie/dress/jacket,  their  hands  brushing  against  their  skin  for  just  a  moment.

My  muse  leans  in  as  if  to  whisper  something,  their  lips  dangerously  close  to  your  muse’s  ear.

My  muse  catches  your  muse’s  wrist  before  they  can  leave,  their  grip  tightening  just  slightly.

My  muse  watches  your  muse  from  across  the  room,  their  gaze  lingering  even  when  caught.

My  muse  challenges  your  muse  to  a  bet,  knowing  exactly  what  they’ll  ask  for  if  they  win.

My  muse  absentmindedly  plays  with  your  muse’s  fingers  while  they  talk,  not  even  realizing  they’re  doing  it.

✧     ›    ANGST   &   EMOTIONAL   .

My  muse  pulls  your  muse  into  a  tight  hug,  as  if  afraid  to  let  go.

My  muse  wipes  away  the  blood  from  your  muse’s  face,  their  hands  trembling.

My  muse  shows  up  at  your  muse’s  doorstep  in  the  rain,  eyes  filled  with  something  unspoken.

My  muse  gently  cups  your  muse’s  face,  whispering,  “Why  do  you  always  have  to  make  things  so  difficult?”

My  muse  kisses  your  muse  like  it’s  the  last  time  they’ll  ever  get  the  chance.

My  muse  lets  your  muse  go,  even  though  it’s  the  last  thing  they  want  to  do.

 ✧     ›    TEASING   .

My  muse  corners  your  muse  against  a  wall,  a  smirk  playing  on  their  lips.

My  muse  whispers  something  in  your  muse’s  ear  that  makes  them  blush.

My  muse  pulls  your  muse  onto  their  lap  with  zero  warning.

My  muse  playfully  steals  a  bite  of  your  muse’s  food,  then  grins  as  they  lock  eyes.

My  muse  deliberately  leans  in  closer  just  to  see  your  muse’s  reaction.

My  muse  drags  their  fingers  slowly  down  your  muse’s  arm,  pretending  it  was  unintentional.

[gone-naitfall]

the plan is: I move to a multimuse (knightinsourarmor), where naitfall, deibreak, and deisterre are sideblogs. Likes, drafts, asks etc will belong in one place. Either is that or / and

I already plan to label half my muses as under request. Many of them have never been given any chance to be written. There's no more need for me to advertise them as much.

Rules will be updated to something shorter. Also will clarify a thing or two.

Links have to finally be fixed. Maybe, I'll add a carrd for navigation purposes only.

Start moving old stuff from old blogs. I really need to have all writing (even if ancient) and visuals/headcanons/aesthetic in one place.

[gone-naitfall]

the plan is: I move to a multimuse (knightinsourarmor), where naitfall, deibreak, and deisterre are sideblogs. Likes, drafts, asks etc will belong in one place. Either is that or / and

I already plan to label half my muses as under request. Many of them have never been given any chance to be written. There's no more need for me to advertise them as much.

Rules will be updated to something shorter. Also will clarify a thing or two.

Links have to finally be fixed. Maybe, I'll add a carrd for navigation purposes only.

Start moving old stuff from old blogs. I really need to have all writing (even if ancient) and visuals/headcanons/aesthetic in one place.

[gloomglimmer]

𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂  𝐑𝐏  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒  .  .  .  (  pt  1.  the  art  of  touch  )   Set  the  stage  for  longing  glances,  lingering  touches,  and  the  quiet  tension  of  unspoken  words.   ✧  ˚₊  Themes:  soft,  slow  burn  &  a  touch  of  angst 

✧     ›    SOFT   &   FLUFFY   .

My  muse  tucks  a  loose  strand  of  hair  behind  your  muse’s  ear,  their  fingers  lingering  for  a  second  longer  than  necessary.

My  muse  falls  asleep  on  your  muse’s  shoulder  during  a  long  ride.

My  muse  surprises  your  muse  with  breakfast  in  bed,  complete  with  a  handwritten  note.

My  muse  pulls  your  muse  under  their  umbrella  during  a  sudden  downpour.

My  muse  gently  wipes  away  a  tear  from  your  muse’s  cheek,  their  touch  tender  and  careful.

My  muse  laces  their  fingers  with  your  muse’s  absentmindedly,  only  realizing  it  after  a  few  seconds.

 ✧     ›    TENSION   &   SLOW  BURN   .

My  muse  fixes  your  muse’s  tie/dress/jacket,  their  hands  brushing  against  their  skin  for  just  a  moment.

My  muse  leans  in  as  if  to  whisper  something,  their  lips  dangerously  close  to  your  muse’s  ear.

My  muse  catches  your  muse’s  wrist  before  they  can  leave,  their  grip  tightening  just  slightly.

My  muse  watches  your  muse  from  across  the  room,  their  gaze  lingering  even  when  caught.

My  muse  challenges  your  muse  to  a  bet,  knowing  exactly  what  they’ll  ask  for  if  they  win.

My  muse  absentmindedly  plays  with  your  muse’s  fingers  while  they  talk,  not  even  realizing  they’re  doing  it.

✧     ›    ANGST   &   EMOTIONAL   .

My  muse  pulls  your  muse  into  a  tight  hug,  as  if  afraid  to  let  go.

My  muse  wipes  away  the  blood  from  your  muse’s  face,  their  hands  trembling.

My  muse  shows  up  at  your  muse’s  doorstep  in  the  rain,  eyes  filled  with  something  unspoken.

My  muse  gently  cups  your  muse’s  face,  whispering,  “Why  do  you  always  have  to  make  things  so  difficult?”

My  muse  kisses  your  muse  like  it’s  the  last  time  they’ll  ever  get  the  chance.

My  muse  lets  your  muse  go,  even  though  it’s  the  last  thing  they  want  to  do.

 ✧     ›    TEASING   .

My  muse  corners  your  muse  against  a  wall,  a  smirk  playing  on  their  lips.

My  muse  whispers  something  in  your  muse’s  ear  that  makes  them  blush.

My  muse  pulls  your  muse  onto  their  lap  with  zero  warning.

My  muse  playfully  steals  a  bite  of  your  muse’s  food,  then  grins  as  they  lock  eyes.

My  muse  deliberately  leans  in  closer  just  to  see  your  muse’s  reaction.

My  muse  drags  their  fingers  slowly  down  your  muse’s  arm,  pretending  it  was  unintentional.

[gone-naitfall]

me @ you

[petaltexturedskies]

Daphne du Maurier, I Will Never Be Young Again

[gone-naitfall]

— laughter.

Levi's mother never laughed. She'd wear a kind smile, a kind smile she'd offer only to him. To others, she forced it, he could tell the difference. But even when she looked at him with eyes that held the strongest of love, her smile was never too wide, never too bright. She held sorrow within her, he could tell. And yet, her smile was the brightest thing he had known in the underground.

He didn't know what LAUGHTER was, or the sound of it. The urge to laugh? He didn't know it. In the underground, he hadn't known any people to laugh, except if it was to laugh at the misery of another.

First time he notices someone laugh, is Farlan. Next, is Isabel. They laughed with joy, as if they could experience it fully, as if they still were capable of. They felt joy . . . To belong with them, was more than Levi could ever ask for. More than the sun they dreamt of, greater than any wish he could ever make. Their laughter brings a smile on his face, as if part of their joy is shared with him. Levi couldn't laugh, but he could smile only thanks to them. [ @vonbirden Farlan Church || @gyofukuki Isabel Magnolia ]

[gloomglimmer]

💗   𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄'𝐒  𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊  𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒   .   .   .    (   cupid's  bow!   )  Use  this  generator  to  send  me  a  prompt!     *Rating:  Platonic  /  Romantic  /  NSFW.   With  over  95  prompts  to  choose  from.  preview under cut

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[leviackrrman]

I saw a few people say something about this screenshot from the new opening and it really stuck with me; “Levi is engulfed in darkness because his light is gone.”

Throughout SnK, especially during the Uprising and Return to Shiganshina arcs, it was clear how Levi thought of Eren and Erwin as Humanity’s true hope. In Uprising, Levi made it clear that Humanity now had a new hope, someone who aimed to make Humanity succeed. And later during Return to Shiganshina, Levi was determined to get Eren and Erwin home, as he said as long as those two were around, Humanity would not fail on this day. I do find it interesting, as well as fucking miserable, because Levi is now attached to the promise he made to Erwin, and how badly he wants to kill Zeke. His survivor’s guilt about killing Zeke completely reigned his emotions after the time-skip, an unhealthy avoidance coping mechanism that allowed him to focus on something that would perhaps settle the guilt that lie in his chest. It’s also shown in Chapter 112 how, when it’s revealed that Eren might’ve betrayed them, Levi shuts down completely. He avoids the situation entirely and focuses on killing Zeke, the promise he made to his dearest friend; a promise to a dead person guiding his light forward. But as we reach towards the end of the manga, it’s clear how in denial Levi is about it all. He cannot acknowledge how Eren slipped through their fingers, how Eren isn’t this “light” anymore, he’s no longer the “hope”. Every time a plan arose about how they need to find Eren, harm Eren, or something of the sort, Levi hyperfocused on finding Zeke, avoiding the real issue and in turn relying on the promise to cope around it. Instead of people insisting they might need to kill Eren, Levi worked around it THREE times, wondering if killing Zeke would give them the answer instead. It’s subtle, it’s never spoken word, but rereading the chapters really helps with my understanding of this. The hope he had in Eren, the hope Erwin had in Eren, the hope everyone had in Eren, was something that guided Levi, because he thought no matter what, he was making the right choice. His inability to accept the reality that Eren betrayed them kept Levi in the past, kept him clinging to that promise that maybe if they kill Zeke, they’ll be another way. His light from Eren and Erwin have dissipated, he’s left with no Hope, no brightness, no illumination, and is left in the overwhelming darkness with his guilt.