dont forget who you are

Autoplay warning! A semi-selective, indie Annie Leonhardt blog. Multiship. Activity is spotty at best.

[immitxs]

comes back for funsies ,,, 3 people are active on my dash

yes good

[immitxs]

INDEFINITE HIATUS

So i was kind of already gone already, but now I’m letting you guys know. I love Annie, I love writing her, but I just haven’t found it in me to write any replies or do any of my drafts, and I apologize for that. I really do love the people who came and wrote with me, it’s been an amazing experience. I might remake this account because I probably need a fresh start anyway, and when I do, I’ll let you guys know.

[theprincessofdunbroch]

                  { when I give my heart                        it will be completely                  or I’ll never give my heart }

[deusexitiium-deactivated2018082]

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   No one ever wins in war, there is always some grand fabrication that to come out alive means one has become a victor. It is nothing but lies fed to them, though in order for these volatile times to come to an end one must succumb to death and accept defeat which was a choice no one wanted to make. They are both feral creatures, had it been in another time and another place maybe they could of been good friends but fate did not allow that. Instead, it pitted both giants against each other invoking fear, terror, and hatred in to their blood. 

   Only one may come out of this war, although the more the Rogue thought of it they were not that far off from the same goal. Something they held deep within their hearts kept them moving, be it the prospects of returning to a safe place or breathing in the plight of a new day with out restraints they were equally working towards something of happiness. He could still remember it, they were just children already harden to the ways of the world and understanding the cruelty that was invoked by the greed and corruption of man. 

   There was no time for friends, no time to grow like normal teenagers do, and surely there was no time to be loved or remember what a sensation like that felt like. Chaotic creatures who are mere children that understand by a simple glance, they can never be nothing but enemies for what they believe in parts ways in to what could of been a happy friendship. It’s a thought the Rogue has while dwelling along the fields, in the tall grass the steam from the carcass of massive giants continues to billow in the air in ribbons of white. 

   The moisture lingers from the humidity and it is an oddly serene moment, the birds in the sky keep singing their songs as the warm sun beats down upon his bloody back. It seems disrespectful to leave a former comrade to die along the masses in the forest, many would tell Eren what he is doing is pathetic. She betrayed humanity! but perhaps it was the age old voice in his head saying, that could not be so— Annie would never do that. Of course she would, she had her reasons just like him to fight, whatever it may be he came to bitterly understand there was something so dear to her heart she was trying to achieve that she would accept the hatred of the world for it. Maybe that was why he could not leave her corpse to rot out there like so many, she was a worthy opponent— lethal in so many ways.

    As the hot sun scorched the open wounds that steamed, the cracking sound of branches echoed underneath his feet as he seemed wobbly in the knees. Lacerations continued to spill shades of crimson on to the grass, Eren wasn’t sure whose blood it was anymore nor did he even care. Death seemed so close, it almost seemed like the most peaceful of things to reach out and touch in a way it finally would be a slumber that could ease the bones. “Hm…” his lips pursed together as he looks around for something, somewhere to sit that is safe. 

   There, he finds a willow tree that’s branches hang freely about, the shade keeps the harsh sun away as he takes a seat against the hard bark. “Ow…” the pain of one of his legs missing a chunk of flesh surges through his body, the brittle bones are taking a long time to repair but the bundle he seems to be carrying stops generating steam. His heart lurches in his chest as he speaks so casually, “Did you finally get tired? I’m tired too. You didn’t have to take a chunk of my leg, that shit hurts”  tenderly, he sets the body down near to him as if it is two friends sharing time together and not on the brink of death. 

   Teal eyes gaze at the blonde girl who looks as if she has fallen asleep, the burn marks around her eyes have stopped steaming and the wounds will not regenerate but in the same instants his own body wants to stop producing aid to help his wounds— perhaps it is just for causing her death. The marred hand that he uses to transform reaches out, fresh bite marks show in the deep olive flesh as Eren talks as if they have not lost a battle but are mere trainees. 

   ”Hey, Annie? you never told me where you came from. Is it nice? I bet a lot of people are waiting to see you, you’re kinda cold and mean sometimes but, I bet you got a lot of friends wherever you came from. Do you get homesick? I know I do” blood loss starts to kick in, fading in and out he lays upon his side as tears start to stream down his cheeks. It’s not easy killing a person, but it should be considering they are monsters in the world but how can it be? there are so humanistic, with hopes, dreams, and loved ones awaiting for them. The Female titan was a worthy opponent, a warrior like no  other but deep down just a little girl trying to survive like they all were. For Eren, he cannot help but remark how even in death she merely looks to be slumbering.so peaceful and free. Maybe finally, she found her pathway home to a place far more better then this hell could ever hope to be.

[immitxs]

Angst Starter Masterlist

" Aren't you going to say something?"

" And I thought I loved you."

" And I thought you loved me."

" Angry. I'm.. I'm angry."

" Aren't you even going to cry?"

" Are you going to cry?"

" Are you crying?"

" Are you okay?"

" Ask if I'm okay. Just ask."

" And this is why I don't want to stay anymore."

" Addiction isn't the way to go, ___ "

" Are you angry with me?"

" Are you afraid?"

" And now is the part where we say goodbye."

" And now you're going to leave me!"

" Are you just going to leave me?"

" Be friends with someone else."

" Boy/Girlfriend? Is that what you thought I meant?"

" Because you're such an ass and I- I just hate you!"

" But I've changed."

" But you've changed."

" Buy yourself something nice. Because I don't want this ring."

" But.. you're still alive?"

" Can't you just let me be happy for one?!"

" Can't you be happy for once?

" Can't you just be happy for me?"

" Come on, leave already!"

" Coward. That's all you are. A coward."

" Do you even know what you've done to me?"

" Do you have any remorse? "

" Don't you dare close your eyes on me!"

" Don't you dare die."

" Don't you care about me/her/him/them anymore?"

" Don't give me that look"

" Don't you want me to be happy?"

" Dammit! Everything was just starting to get better and then you do this!"

" Damn you."

" Don't lie to me."

" Don't like to him/her/them."

" Dammit.. Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! You fucking ass!"

" Everything is fucked up now- everything is fucked because of you!"

" Everything's gone to hell."

" Everyone hates me."

" Everyone hates you."

" Everything hurts."

" Everything's going to be okay."

" Everyone loves you, not me."

" Everything is falling apart."

" Everything fell apart and I can't pick up the pieces anymore."

" For someone whose dying, you seem kind of happy."

" Friends forever, right? Isn't that what you said?"

" Fuck off!"

" Fuck you!"

" Find a new place to live."

" Find a new girlfriend/boyfriend."

" Find a new best-friend."

" Fine. I'll leave."

" Forever and ever. That's how long I said I loved you. But you never said it back."

" Fucking hell, I hate you!"

" Get lost!"

" Get a job, you ass!"

" Get out of here!"

" Go get a life."

" Go. Just go."

" How are you still alive?"

" How long are you going to keep this up?"

" How long until you finally get lost?"

" How about I just leave."

" Hold up. You're breaking up with me?"

" Heaven doesn't exist."

" Hell is the only place we're going to be going."

" How about you leave now?"

" Is this how you're going to treat me?"

" I can't believe you."

" I'm a monster."

" I killed someone."

" I want to kill myself."

" I want to kill something."

" I'm running away."

" I'm leaving you."

" I can't look at you right now."

" I hope you die!"

" I don't understand."

" I'm so angry/sad. But you don't care."

" I can't hear anything."

" I'm dying."

" I have cancer."

" I can feel the darkness coming."

" I can't breathe."

" Just joking, I don't love you."

" Just go."

" Just leave me alone!"

" Just fuck off."

" Kill yourself. "

" Kindly get the hell away from me."

" Kids? I don't want kids."

" Kind. That's the one thing you can never manage to be."

" Lie. Just lie."

" Lie to me."

" Life is not worth living."

" Living isn't possible."

" Like I give a shit about you."

" Lies are all you're capable of."

" Lay down. It'll all be over soon."

" My heart is broken. "

" My.. everything hurts."

" My girlfriend/boyfriend left."

" My ____ is dead."

" Man, you're an asshole."

" My lies aren't working anymore."

" Mutt."

" Many times I lay awake and wonder why I'm alive anymore."

" Never again."

" Never speak to me again."

" No. I won't do it."

" No, I don't like you like that."

" No way in hell!"

" Now, now, is there really any reason to cry?"

" Now and again I really start to hate you."

" No. Stop crying, just stop it."

" Not how I wanted to spend my life."

" Never look at me again."

" People hate me."

" People hate you."

" Person? No, no. You're not a person. You're a robot."

" People like you sicken me."

" People like you deserve to die."

" Perhaps you should just leave, then."

" Piss off."

" Question: why are you still here?"

" Quiet. I'm getting sick of hearing your voice."

" Run away. That's what I'm doing."

" See? I hate you."

" See? You hate me."

" Sometimes I wonder why you stay with me."

" So.. you hate me, then?"

" So this is how it ends."

" Shoot me."

" Shit..."

" So why are you still here?"

" Sometimes people lie to me."

" Stories are just that. Stories."

" Took off with everything I had!"

" Time to go."

" This is the end. It's done."

" The story is ending now."

" This is the end."

" This is why I hate you."

" Then why do you say you love me?!"

" Unlike you I have friends."

" Unlike me, you have friends"

" Under the bed is were I have to hide from you."

" Underwater is where i want me coffin to be."

" Utter it again and I swear I'll kill you!"

" Very mature. Cunt."

" Why can't you row up?"

" Why cant you care about me?"

" Why do you hate me?"

" Why do I hate you?"

" What do you mean?"

" What?You're dying?"

" Why can't you just be you."

" When am I supposed to get my time to be happy?'

" Well. This isn't how it was supposed to end between us."

" Whatever, you asshole."

" Whenever you decide you can stand to talk to me ago, please do."

" Well. I hate you now."

" Well, you hate me now."

[immitxs]

█ *netflix ⇣date — `♕

[paraktes-blog]

"I never said I wouldn’t watch it—” Jean says, eyes never straying from the phone in his hand. As said, he happened to like horrors and thrillers, despite being a giant wuss when it came to the jumpier scenes. He’s not incredibly comical, so the boy would say. Just happens to find himself pulled into a movie and the sound effects, visual effects, atmosphere trigger all the desired reactions his audience was intended for. Tends to blurt some kind of profanity when he’s spooked, put his palm over his chest like he’s trying to quell a heart attack — stop his heart pounding.

Maybe this was all a cunning ploy; what if Annie’s stashed a hidden camera somewhere and he really is the brunt of a joke? Might find himself being the newest internet trend — ‘Guy pisses his pants watching horror movie’, yeah that’s just his luck. 

Still it would make more sense than the girl simply wanting his company after all. Of all the things he’s been called in his years of living, tolerable is not a common impression that fits with his name, by just about anybody. Marco says there’s no surprise he lacks a large number of friends when he is how he is — and Jean could never argue that he’s just misunderstood; half the time he just likes being a pain in someone’s ass. For Annie — Annie Leonhardt — to invite him over to her place…

Nah, maybe he’s just paranoid? Can’t seem to shake it off, that’s all. 

Slipping his phone back in his pocket as she returns, Jean awkwardly shifts so he’s sitting a little more upright and takes a handful of popcorn. Flicking his gaze between her and the TV as he picks one lone piece from his clutches and chucks it in his mouth, he shrugs. "You waitin’ for me to say Bruce Almighty or somethin’ like that? I don’t know, whatever you want——Fuckin’ Jeepers Creepers, give you a laugh. Make it worthwhile, yeah?" 

She wanted something gorey, right? Wasn’t that gorey? He’s not all that sure. Spent most of his time with his face in a pillow when he’d “watched” that some years back. 

[immitxs]

She couldn't help the curl of a smile that tugged at the edge of her lips at his defiance; he was trying to prove himself, he was trying to make it seem like he could take anything. It made her want to pick a particularly gory movie if only to watch him squirm in his spot, regretting the words, almost a challenge, that he had just uttered. Frozen blue glowed with silent deliberation, but she made no move to issue out her thoughts. She couldn't scare away someone she may not scare off, may not become annoyed with, or simply despise altogether. 

She would relent, but only a tiny, tiny, bit.

Wetting her lips, a sigh filtered through her nose as she continued to browse through titles she had seen over and over again. She had memorized the horror section, but she wouldn't tell him that, and although she knew all the endings, all the twists, and had watched even the worst kinds of movies, she still liked to watch them. And she didn't mind Jean's company.

There was one thing they both shared. They both were avoided, for one reason or another. She was content alone, but he looked like a little abandoned puppy and well... even if she usually had the urge to kick it... maybe she would exercise her "nice skills"...how did Reiner put it?

❝If that's what you want.❞ Switching off netflix and scampering over to a cabinet, she pulled out three cases. ❝See, I've got all three.❞ Smiling, ever so proud of herself, she opened up one case before pausing. 

❝Jean, stop looking like you're about to run out the door with your tail between your legs. If i was going to prank you, or hurt you, I would have already done so.❞  The statement was not by any means comforting, but she didn't have any awareness of that fact. Instead, she thought she did good by quelling his very obvious nerves. ❝I'm tired of soap operas. You seem like the guy who wouldn't bitch and complain he didn't get to see one of his romance movies.❞

Tired of explaining, tired of talking, Annie took one of the DVDs out and pushed it into the DVD player, mind completely off the rails of the conversation and now whirring in excitement for the movie she was now about to see.

[aizeos]

          ❝  But the past cannot be changed, and we carry our choices with us, forward into the unknown.                                                                  We can only move on. ❞

♘ — ;; Independent Levi Ackerman from Shingeki no Kyojin ♘ — ;; Selective | Private ♘ — ;; Multiship | Multiverse ♘ — ;; Icons | One-liner | Novella | Multi-Paragraph ♘ — ;; Mun/Muse 18+ [ NSFW will be tagged ]

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[viirtutem-blog]

                       【 sent: blondie 】: i’m saying that sex isn’t one of my interests, alright?

[immitxs]

                    【 sent: scrooge 】: so...youre still a virgin

[thesecondprince]

Ａ  ＴＨＯＵＳＡＮＤ  ＡＲＭＩＥＳ

      ｃｏｕｌｄｎ’ｔ ｋｅｅｐ  ｍｅ ｏｕｔ                  

                         ɪ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ мσney                          ɪ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ cяown

      ｓｅｅ ｉ’ｖｅ ｃｏｍｅ ｔｏ ｂｕｒｎ

ＹＯＵＲ  ＫＩＮＧＤＯＭ  ＤＯＷＮ

[the104thsquad]

[immitxs]

i think that i’m still h u m a n  (happy birthday, jayne!)

[catafractatus-blog]

      The challenge is almost taken up— he very nearly           requests that she enter another fight ( something of a            tournament; the first person to take Annie down wins )—           but instead he allows her to retreat to the sidelines once           more. It’s not long before he makes his way over to her,           curious about her. She’s not like the others— she’s had            no issues with any of the training. She has to have some           fear though, right? No one here has found it in her yet.

                                         ”—Are you Dauntless born?” 

                     There’s no introduction before the question, and he sits                       himself next to her without being invited to. If there’s one                       thing he knows, it’s that she’s not going to be able to get                       him out of a fight as quickly as she got the girl before. A                       little bit of tension isn’t going to spell trouble for him. If a                       trainee wants to take him down, they’ll have to work for it.

             He is impressed with her, though. It’s not often that he’s              one to approach the trainees for simple conversation. A              curiosity has settled itself within him, however, and he’s              got to know more about her. Where she’s from, if she’s               trained before… There are questions he wants to ask her.

                                       Whether or not he gets an answer is her choice.

[immitxs]

She figured her dense instructor would come and bother her after she looked at him with such confidence, such pride. She had found a slight falter in the image she was attempting to project— the one where she was neither weak nor strong, simply in the middle. Standing out was dangerous, standing out was getting everyone to be her enemy, but she wanted to challenge them. She wanted to see all of them writhing on the floor, their faces collapsed in fear— in the shock of defeat. She could almost smell the blood.

She looks up to him, eyes half lidded. She’s disinterested, bored even. Flashes of images of looking up to her father, to the burn in her limbs, to the blood spooling out of her mouth, she knew the dull ache in her belly was nothing to compare. And that injury came free. She could imagine her father shaking his head. He wanted her to dominate everyone, to show how strong she was.

She would. Oh she would. But not yet. Intentionally rolling her eyes away from his, she looked at the groups of teens that were giving her familiar dark looks— looks she knew were warranted from this new special attention. He was ruining her plans.

She knew he was an idiot.

❝I am now.❞ She answered, a bite in her words. No one asked about what faction they used to be and she wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of learning anything.

Her eyes were cold, revealing nothing. His futile acts of camaraderie were only making her trust him even less. She wet her lips, wanting to taste blood there. But all she got was the dull ache and the defiance that pumped through her frozen blood.

[immitxs]

█ *it begins ⇣with monsters — `♕

[erroimmunis]

☓ ░ ▌▌; ＩＮＦＲＡＣＴＵＳ

She wasn’t his first suspect as far as who his skinwalker was, but with her reoccurring appearances wherever he seemed to set foot, one could say that Dean was becoming more and  more suspicious of his shadow. Something in his gut screamed that she was who he was looking for, that she was the shifter that was murdering all these innocent people, and that he was  her next target. Well he certainly wasn’t about to let that happen.

He’d followed her all the way to this bar, and made sure to keep a close watch on her; from every shift in her chair to every sip of her beer. The moment she stood, he was going to be ready to follow suit — and that’s exactly what he did the moment she broke eye contact and headed out. Being sure to keep from gaining the attention of any other customers, or even from the bar tenders, the hunter kept his place for several moments after;; only moving out of his seat when she was steps away from exiting the bar.

Upon stepping outside, the Winchester took in his surroundings; emerald shards examining the perimeter within his sight. Cursing himself mentally for having lost her, momentarily anyhow, he began towards the impala —— only stopping when he’d heard the click of a gun being cocked;; his hand immediately reaching for his own firearm, mimicking her gesture as he aimed the barrel towards her head.

He went to speak but abruptly halted the words from exiting through parted brims; brows furrowing in confusion due to her statement.

                     ❝ —— whoa, hey now. You think I’m a monster ⁇                       Lemme guess — shifter ⁇ ❞

Well this explained a lot, actually. If she thought he was the skinwalker, it would be a damn good reason to continuously follow his every move; however, he was about to let her off the hook. For all he knew, she was simply leading him into a trap —— play it innocent before ripping his heart out like “she“‘d done to the others. 

[immitxs]

Annie didn't have time for hesitation. She didn't have time to look into face and find traces of humanity there; she blindly believed all of them were monsters, all the way deep into their black, black hearts. To be deceived by emotion was always their goal, and she wouldn't let his confusion, his blatant stupidity faze her. Pressing her tongue to the roof of her mouth, a deep, heavy, breath, tumbled out of her lips and heated her skin. 

Icy eyes tracing over his ease with a gun, the way his fingers so quickly mimicked her experienced motion, a sudden sense of doubt easily filtered in through her cracks and made her walls fall. A skinwalker wouldn't need a gun to do its dirty work— it would just attack her. 

Pursing her lips, Annie couldn't believe she had been so stupid. Was she so sleep deprived, so desperate, that she thought another hunter her target? Gritting her teeth, she slapped the gun against her thigh, letting out an enraged groan. ❝Fuck.❞ She muttered, before the curse became louder. ❝Fuck!❞ Pulling at some of her hair under the increasing weight of failure, the anger bristled every hair on her body, and she wanted to throttle anyone, anything in order to let it go. Instead, her face became stony. 

❝Well it looks like it outsmarted me again. All I have to show for it is some other hunter.❞ Spitting out the words, she looked at him again, though with distaste. She didn't care for the brunt of a barrel pointed at her; if he hit her, then maybe she'd sleep in a bed for the first time in weeks, sleep for the first time in days. Annie pulled at more of her matted hair before putting the safety back on her gun and stuffing it in the hemline of her pants. 

❝I don't need your help.❞ She stated coldly, her finger pointed. ❝I've been working on this case for weeks. It's mine.❞ Delirious, her eyes glazed, she wiped at her ragged face and let out another angry sigh. 

[audaxes-blog]

▓ Pᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ Uᴘ A Wᴏᴜɴᴅ ▓

[audaxes-blog]

Her words were blades that pierced him, wounded him— you are a bother. Of course, he knew this; had he not, he would not have apologized for being one. Despite her words, he was very grateful for her help. Though, a question did linger within his mind, soon rolled off curiosity’s tongue. 

                                    “If I’m such a bother, why did                                                      you choose to help?”

[immitxs]

She was tired of his bantering; words that scraped against her ears but never actually entered them, useless, and unimportant. The amount of care she had for anyone, even her own warriors, was scarce, and these soldiers even scarcer. She didn't hate him because he was weak, she hated him because he rarely put in an effort to protect himself. Existing to only be protected by others, now that was something to hate. Breathing through her nose, Annie quickly snapped back.

"No one else was. Even if you're a bother, you're more of a bother injured." Giving him a side glance, she took in a deep breath to ease her nerves before simply waiting for him to catch up. 

[audaxes-blog]

     In short, I honestly never knew what I was going to do with Armin. I never thought I’d actually keep him, and quite honestly, I was going to delete him some time ago. I kept him thanks to all of the lovely people here who have been more than patient with me, kind, and absolutely wonderful since I’ve had him. I’ve met new people through him, and every single one of them are an absolute joy. Without you all, I wouldn’t have him today. I’m honestly glad I do, as he is very important to me and it breaks my heart that I would never have had the chance to write with him were it not for all of you. 

     This is my absolutely horribly cheesy way of saying thank you for sticking with me for all this time. Thank you to every single one of you who have put up with my odd changes in rules, moving of blogs, and inconsistency overall with this muse. Thank you to all of you who have encouraged me to continue writing for him and boosting my courage. Thank you to every person whose ever told me that I was doing well with him. I honestly don’t have words for just how appreciative I am of every single follower I have here. All of you make me so very happy, and I want nothing more than for all of you to be happy in return. 

     Below the cut are just some mentions of a few very dear friends I’ve made, people I’ve spoken to, and other fabulous writers that I would love to get to know more. Please know that every single one of you, whether you’re mentioned below specifically or not, are very important to me and I wish only the best for you. I hope you have a fantastic day. Thank you.                                                                     Yours truly,                                                                               Kyle

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[extrasad]

But jesus fuck I’d swallow poison if it tasted like you.

(via extrasad)

[gekkous]

[immitxs]

hey i need more people to follow!

I'm only following 70 people and my dash is really slow... Not to mention, it's fun to meet new people! Can you guys suggest or reblog so it gets circulated around? I'd really appreciate it!