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renouveleefoi.

Time to be the typical asshole. "Well, most people don’ jus’ go around kissin’ just anyone. Somethin’ special ‘bout me?”

She smiles in faux sweetness. If that's how he wants to play, then so be it. "Special? Oh ---- you're the biggest ass I've ever met, does that count?"

#;v: count me out #;oblivion #( yes eren you show him girl. )#renouveleefoi

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#musings;;#;v: count me out #( t O RI I SEEEEE. )

renouveleefoi.

Silence. She had to be messing with him, he knew. "Th’ point ‘n that was?"

Shit, he wasn't sleeping. Play it cool, Jaeger. "You're always so defensive, Jean. Does it have t' have a point?"

#;v: count me out #;oblivion #( gdi jeen learn to live a little would you pls. )#renouveleefoi

"Eren!" The male grabs her arm and holds her in place. "Eren, she won't be there. We managed to recover the remains of some red fabric, but.."

”Let go of me!” She knows she’ll only draw attention to herself by ripping her arm from his grip, but she’s beyond caring. She needs to believe that this is some kind of horrible dream, a dream of which she’ll wake up from in only a moments time in a cold sweat, shaking from the thoughts running through her head. She has to believe that Mikasa is sat in the dining hall with not a single scratch, sipping from her tea as the weight of the world sits on her shoulders. Eren knows it can’t be true. ‘She won’t be there.’Those are words she refuses to believe, and she pushes them into the darkest corner of her thoughts where she hopes they’ll shrink — they don’t. They mutate and grow into a black, seething mess of pain and anger because those words are believable. The way he says them and how his expression changes to soften as they leave his lips. The way his grip loosens only slightly as if he’s giving her space to grieve. Eren doesn’t want to grieve. She doesn’t want to fathom what life would be like without her sister; the little girl she saved from slavery, who became her best friend and her lifeline. Already life seems to be darkening, the sky turning red as though it feels the weight of Eren’s breaking heart. "You’re..— stop lying to me!" She screams, the only possible way to keep living this lie is to make it seem real. "You can’ spew your bullshit and expect me to——" ’Red fabric.’

Her breathing hitches slightly, eyes widening. She knows, now, that you can’t live a lie that becomes the truth before your eyes. Her own eyes, the color of sea-glass and filled with so much promise, are lined with tears. She tries to blink them away with the hope of seeming strong to those who might be staring at her, but instead they trail across her cheeks and fall from her jaw. They don’t stop falling, the silence now Eren’s only comfort. He seems to look at her as though he understands her pain; he most probably does- everyone has lost someone to this war, but now it seems like Eren is fighting alone on the battlefront. Now she has to secure Armin and keep him close, making sure that he won’t unexpectedly slip away from her grasp like the rest of the family she used to have. They have fallen like broken puppets attached to measly pieces of thin string, and Eren, the puppeteer, can’t seem to keep a tight hold on them for very long. "I—" she clears her throat, shaking finger coming to wipe at her eyes furiously. "Can I have it?"

#( ;answered. )#;v: death is at my door #( an ON PLEASE STOP.#PLE A SE. )

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On my DA

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Wings of Counterattack—Jean Kirschstein Part 2, (Part 1)

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( hi!! so, i'm looking to get this account up and running again instead of me popping in whenever the thread replies come in! i'd like to be able to roleplay as fem!eren permanently, but i can't do that without your help! i'd love to have a few threads over here and i'd love it if you guys could send in some ask memes to help me get going -- i really want to be able to run two account, so your help and contribution would be awesome for me! ---- abi )

#( this has been a psa;; )#( yes so!!#please help me get back to this you guys!#i really like playing fem!eren bc it's nice to see a strong female character- not that there aren't lots of them! but i really like this con #cept #y OU FEEL?? )#;out.#;tbd.

¡ ƒℴuη∂ yℴu.

There's so much noises, it's like static; deafening to hear to an extent where she wants to cover her ears in fear her eardrums might burst. Running. Hiding. Horses? There's always the sound of horses hooves against the tall grass -- not this time. Shouting. A man's voice, harsh and cold towards her and Eren can never figure out why; she can never understand why it feels like she's watching a breathtakingly sad ending to a film. It's a dream, she knows that, but why does it always feel so real? His eyes are golden and they flicker, his voice is just the same. It rages on to the point in which she leaves, falls behind as though to obey his orders. And it's always at this part that she wills herself to turn around, to turn back and argue over whatever the fuck was the problem in the first place. She never does. The next part is always the same: a crooked body twisted out of shape, hair falling neatly to cover it’s face— she wouldn’t be able to tell you who it was, if he wasn't been there. If he didn't cry for the loss of a soldier, so oddly dressed and nothing like the people you’d see walking the streets. Of course she's not forgotten him— how could she? His face is unforgettable, features of a hardened gaze so intense that she can't help but think of him. His name is a tattoo, permanently imprinted into her brain for nobody else to see. Jean Kirstein. It's another typical Monday morning when she wakes up, covered in a cold sweat. Sleepily and only half trying, she gets dressed and collects her things. Her clothes are minimally askew, her hand locked tightly with the male's that stands beside her. He'll depart any moment now and he'll give her a peck on the cheek and wish her a good day. She'll smile because she's happy, but frown because after he leaves, it feels different -- it almost feels wrong. The dreams are something she doesn't talk much about, in constant fear of making herself sound crazy and/or delusional in the eyes of her fiance. Though when he leaves she's allowed to return to the thoughts that only arose in the early hours of the morning, sifting through the rushing crowd as she tries to make it to work on time. Now, usually Eren has no problem with bumping, brushing, or knocking into a stranger's shoulder, but in the instance that her things fly halfway across the street to a distance that means she'll need at least eight hands to pick it all up, she's bound to be a little more than just ticked off. Baring in mind that she doesn't have her mother's patient nature, she stands straight and pushes the guy's shoulder, before calling his fucking bullshit. "Hey, asshole! Didn't your mother ever teach you to look where the fuck you're going?" Her voice raises, people turn around and start to stare; mothers squish their babies into their bosoms to shield them from the foul language being hollered into the open air. It's not until Eren looks up that she stops murmuring numerous points to later rant about, eyes dead set on his features.

Holy... fucking... shit.

#;v: count me out #;¡ ƒℴuη∂ yℴu.#bonnefrousse #( here have the thing that took me 86 years to do yes hello.#gives you cookies and shit bc yes here it is folks. )

oh great the walls busted aNd tHe TITANS are gonna get in, and then PEople will get Eaten by the TITANS and then the world wiLL BE TAKEN OVer By thE TITAAANNS

"Is this some kind’a joke to you?”

#( answered. )#( wow fuck u. )

catafractatus.

Reiner can’t stay quiet forever— not when it feels as if the one continuously burning flame in this world is flickering out— but he doesn’t move even as he thinks over what he might say to her. Sorry? That was funny. No matter how genuinely he apologized, she would never believe him. Not when he killed all those people. Not when he took a blade to her limbs to stop her from fighting back. The warrior had been revealed and the soldier would never get to be redeemed. No one thought he was real, but Reiner was sure he was otherwise. The things he felt when he was ‘acting’ as the soldier surely hadn’t been fake… Nothing like Annie and Bertolt’s soldiers.

For a moment he thinks about wrapping his arm around her— God knows they both need the comfort— but he doesn’t want her to push herself out of his arms and fall into the titans below, either. She is in no way strong enough to shift right now, and he knows she would die within moments. Maybe she would think it better then being here…

”—Eren. I know you don’t understand. No one does. I don’t think that anyone can… but… I wouldn’t do this if I didn’t have to… I couldn’t. I’m not as strong as everyone thinks I am. You… you’re much stronger than I am. There’s a reason we have to disable you to keep you from fighting— it’s because when you’re determined, there’s no one who can beat you. I’ve always envied you for hat. For your s t r e n g t h…”

It didn't have to be like this.

But how does she tell him that? With barely enough strength to re-open her eyes, she's sure that her words would come out as a croaky misdemeanor, something which he deserves, but surely enough isn't getting. Eren wants to tell him that it never had to be like this, it never had to go this far, they never had to harm her. Though she knows the latter is one big lie she cannot tell ---- that she would fight them even if it cost her whatever was left of the life that would be short-lived either way. His words, although probably intended to be warm and kind, bring an unwelcome coldness that settles beneath her skin and makes itself right at home. Instead if the former she opts for harsher, colder words, voice barely audible over the sound of her own exhaustion. "Didn't..-- Didn't have to? Y-you have t' do this t' me in order...-- in order for me t' play nice? Bulls-shit. This is so--so twisted an'.." She falls short of herself, stumbling over whizzing thought that she can't connect to form sentences.

#;v: death is at my door #catafractatus #( reiner please no. )#( don't make us feel bad for u lok at what you did. )

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draufgangerisch.

grabs her wrist tightly, features set at her and gaze was stern and annoyed. “what do you think you’re doin’?”

holds her other hand up in defeat, wiggling her fingers at him. "thought i saw you sleepin' there, kirstein. could easily've let the captain see you slackin', but i thought i might help you a little. might wanna thank me, no?"

#;v: death is at my door #;chatter.#draufgangerisch #( eren 'only trying to help' jaeger. )

backshelfpoet

Today, it is Monday and I want to be waking up with you. Look — look at all the ways I shake. Look, I want to be good at this. I’m reaching for your hands and you tell me that you’re an earthquake just waiting to happen. I make a list of things I’d rip my stomach open just to do to you: Take off your clothes and put them back on again. Kiss you awake in the mornings and in the evenings and at three a.m. when the nightmares come tumbling back into our bed. Meet your parents just to tell them that they’ve made a piece of art. Leave your house and take you to the dirtiest parking lot we can find, talk trash about the people that have hurt us both. Kiss you when you start to cry. Kiss you when the moon is full. Kiss you when my mind is empty. Kiss you with the TV screaming white noise in the background, just kiss you, just kiss you all the time. Look — I’m bad at being loved because the feel of it is like a heart that doesn’t fit right in my chest. Some days I think I will be a cemetery for your touch. Some days I think I will start a war, all for you. Look — I could be this. All this tender, this open and raw, I could get you inside me like a disease. Be my now, be my tomorrow. Be my five years in a bed we both own. Be my wedding night. Be my testament. Be the dirt they lay on my grave, but baby — let it still be you. Let it always be you.

You Could Be My Way of Life | d.a.s (via backshelfpoet)

#musings;;#;v: count me out #bonnefrousse #( and this is where abi cries for like 800 years. )

catafractatus.

He doesn’t move— doesn’t say a word. It’s been a long day for all of them, Eren especially. Their journey home has not been an easy one. With Eren struggling against them any chance she gets, it’s not like they had any other choice… Her arms are gone so she can’t fight against them, and the force it took to get them off was enough to wear her out, but since she’s been doing her best to force them to grow faster, she’s exerting more energy. It has been her downfall, it seems, because even though she’s spat at Reiner how much she hates him and wants him dead, she’s tipped over and her sweat drenched head has rested against his arm. He didn’t want to do it to her— he didn’t want to do any of it…

But he had no other choice. They have to finish their mission.

What have I done? I've failed. She can't think straight in her lightheaded disposition, head curled unwillingly into the traitor's chest. Never would she have thought they'd go as far to remove her limbs in fear of her willful attack against them. Thoughts seem to whiz through her mind, unable to settle. Everything is focused on keeping her awake, on remembering which directions they take and for how long they walk. She's so tired -- only half trying, now, and the light around her seems to be blinding to an extent where her eyes can't even will themselves to stay open. All she wants to know is why they have to do this -- what they're going to do to her. Dispose of her? Make use of the power she posesses? None of it seems to make any sense. Eren just wants to go home, to be somewhere she feels safe and warm.

#;v: death is at my door #catafractatus #( fuck this.#fuck you.#f UCK EVRYTHING TBH. )