MILITANT

apathetic as a F L A M E ; . . . levi ackerman. indie. selective. humanity's strongest soldier. written by megan.

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making new icons - thank you fxrtissimus & capxre for helping me!♥♥ ( especially billy for sitting with me and talking me through everything like the aging grandma I am. praise be to the ultimate cuties. ) 

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         silence shattered snags his attention — otherwise distracted, perhaps,            but now he is alerted. he stands now with attention ( to what? ) facing            with a steady gaze the training field. ORDER would go on … in            appearances & in practice … until its foundation became too shaken.

                        ❝—- AH. do you describe the premises or our …                                 current financial state? i have the impression that                                 neither would be much would be different had you                                 not left.  ❞

❝ I was describing the clutter back on your desk -- but if you want to get pissy, then fine by me. ❞

his tone drips heavy, loaded with a steady, swarming ease. he takes the bite as it is meant - a snap of jaws laden in wit. his own tongue is loose in its response, calm, drawling along the grooves of his teeth with a languid reassurance. he is rooted to his rationality. he gets it. he'll offer what he can.

❝ Anything I can do? ❞

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his boots shift with a quiet timber, rolling on subtle thunder as his heel presses to a grind. he is altogether undemanding in his presence before a higher command - but silence bends its knees to him just so, kissing a polished, blackened sheen ------ before he kicks its beggared TEETH. ( shattered at a whim - he will speak as he deigns. & he deigns to speak to you. ) 

❝ I leave for little over a week -- and you let this place go to shit.❞

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and i was meant to win this war.

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"Don't pull the trigger."

( meme : accepting )

          there is no tell, so to speak. though … why would there be? his             reality is not a game of poker, no matter how often it seemed             otherwise. though he was a STRATEGIST — he was also the stoic             GAMBLER who played with nothing more to lose & everything to             win.                                                  or so he thought.            for everything he gave, there always seemed to be one step further,           one step that crumbled into a skeletal staircase beneath his feet &            directed him to  f a l l.  one step further, & it never takes him by            surprise. there is very little that would surprise him at present, he            thought —- his method would continue unhindered; & so would his           thought. but absent shock would manifest itself in the tightening            of marble muscle, the clenching of his jaw, the unbidden tremor            of his body that would take him later, when he was away from             public eye.           he holds the gun steady, steady against the brow of his colleague —          even when the voice of another ( another sentenced to die by his           hand on this day ) interrupted.           there were some things that made the task perceivably more           difficult than it could have been, should have been.                                   [ must they make it personal? ]           QUIET — the purposed mind allows idle thought to muse what they           might assume of the EASE with which he employs his actions. it’s a           shame that it was more easy than they’d likely assume. lady           necessity did command him.                   breathe in .  .  .            his finger relaxes on the trigger —- he notices the way confusion            writes itself upon hange’s expression as the gun eases from her            brow — blue stone irises flicker up to meet the bladed gaze of            the witnessing official — NO TELL : this stone grip tightens on            the metal of the pistol before he directs a heavy blow to the            side of the speaker’s, levi’s, head.                                  ❝  quiet, prisoner. ❞            the official seemed satisfied — erwin turned sharply, & the barrel             of the gun once more met hange’s brow. a dull echo of formalities,             legal proceedings, fell from his lips before the dominating crack            of the pistol echoed. THERE WAS NO  H E S I T A T I O N.                                                                                       .  . .  breathe out.              he lowered the  gun, turned with the same crisp motion as before, &              began again ———- the metal’s light pressure against levi’s brow,              the drone of those legal proceedings that denied erwin the            freedom to recognize their humanity.                                        a second shot shattered the afternoon air.  

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I am ashes where I was once fire.

Lord Byron, To the Countess of Blessington (via worlddarknessww)

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Levi’s chuckle? heh from the SNK Drama CD

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

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Spinoff Blues

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The A Choice With No Regrets OVA looks amazing

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Carl Gustav Jung’s Archetypes in SNK    ↳The Threshold Guardian The Threshold Guardian tests the hero’s courage and worthiness to begin the journey, they show the journey will be difficult.

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Attack on borderless dash

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L E V I - a choice with no regrets

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