◝ 𝐑𝐔𝐏𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃  / flesh ⸼

𝘗𝘠𝘙𝘌𝘚 , 𝑴𝑶𝑼𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮 /   𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏   𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒛𝒆 !

[liberons]

〢  ✕         MAKE      THE      CHOICE        ⸻                                                                     you’ll      least     regret   .

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[liberons]

can i just get an amen for the colour grading jesus CHRIST !

[memories]

If the groundhog sees @liberons, that’s 6 more weeks of winter.

[abritons]

@liberons

[fiduciia]

              ever    wanted    justice   for    the     special   operations’   only    female    member  ?    ever    thought    about    what    she    could    have    become    had    she    survived  ?     then    i    have    for    you    a    canon   &   headcanon    based        𝑷𝑬𝑻𝑹𝑨   𝑹𝑨𝑳   .       consider    giving    this    post     a   ♡  or  ⟲    if    you     are    interested   !

[vvasilisa]

" ever heard of boundaries? " / you know for who

& THE BEAST AWAKENS.   THAT PITCH  -  THAT FALLING TONE.  it’s a downpour of coming disaster  /  a collision of windpipes & bruises expanding on itself  ――   it’s the way that hiss parts those crass & dour lips  -  a motion of muscle under skin becoming far too tense,  the way a throat tightening at the release of these words, as if they were slowly coming up with phlegm   /   cough them out.  these words are spewed out of a deface expression   /  voice merely a whimper  -  that whimper,  it is laced in a venom that stings at deliverance,  & those fangs he has  -  those gnarly / awful fangs  -  canines dripping in the most potent of discourtesy.   [maybe i should yank them out.]   it’s expected,  from such a drab male, lacking any enjoyable qualities  -  causing him any distress would be a far more convenient -  interesting than conversing with someone so rigid, not that he could say much --  & so,  it would be a hedonistic form of teasing.   

 yet.  even in his tragic state,  his presence is rather intimidating   /   you though,   you have never been shy of danger   / those slate eyes,  they have been transfix on him   -  more specifically,  his face   /   the low breathes he takes   /  how they huddle & rattle his disfigured frame.       & this is how you came to stand over him,  &  this is how your hands came to sit against a shallow chest   --   does those limbs even have enough strength to fight  /  to stop you  ―   given if you take the span of his neck  /   hold  -  press  -  squeeze,   & when breath stops,  when you hear the depth of a esophagus collapse  -  you can let go.    PUTTING DOWN THIS MANGLED BEAST.  it would be a mercy. [you are starting to sound like annie.]  instead,  instead of satisfaction - instead of complacency,   you are met with the snarling, you are shocked,  really, that this man didn’t bite at your hand.   to bite at the hand that only want to make an attempt to offer aid  /  alleviate the pain  /  a peaceful end for his now, pitiful existence.   [ a wounded dog,  never knowing when to just lie down & die.  then again.  you both are, you just have the advantage of regeneration. ]   & at his remark, you creates space - steps will replace a response.   you felt the air spoil   /   your hair stands on end, oooh now this is arousing ― pieck, don’t be too unruly.  & your body relaxes.   a malodorous taste veils buds,   shame it was not his blood.  he really does pollutes the wake of his surroundings  /  & you are fettered in the same space as these people - how many times have you tried to kill this man, a reciprocally relationship  /   for this is one of your enemies.   no,   no,   no,    enemies turned allies?   no, allies made from desperation   /   allies till death fractures this sorry excuse of a truce.   it’s impressive how the end of the world can convene opposing sides,  even if it only meant to save their own hide.        

& little pariah,  oh pieck, you cannot help but think,   if failure is the only outcome & marley is destroyed  /   your father   /    your home crushed below a foot of a titan  /  crushed how annie used to crush bugs  -  heel to spine  /  heel to body  /  pressure applied till the crunching of body is heard & entails come spilling out from sides - sides burst from pressure   /  applied pressure till movement is null & fluids & skin are indistinguishable from another. DEATH.  DEATH.  DEATH. THAT ALL IT WILL BE.   [ just like how you chomp down on lackeys, the soldiers like him. you know the sound of a skull popping - fissure apart from the weight of teeth. ]  stop.   stop thinking about this now.  keep it together.    this is depressing.  & you know the validity it holds,    they are helpless  /  they have no merit / no power to stand their ground:  brawn & will & guns & outcry will do nothing  :   they will be stomped out before the instinct to run can form.   you can’t help but theorized - conjure up the worst conclusion possible.  because if you fail.    IF YOU ALL FAIL.  IF YOU FAIL PIECK.  IF REINER FAILS.  IF ALL OF PARADIS FAILS TO STOP THE DEVIL.    will these fragments that remain of them - you - humanity   /   if any live through this decimation, will the warring continue till bloodshed soaks an earth  ―――  & that blood will water the earth to wash the names - wrongdoings   /    eradicate any that stand to oppose.   maybe,   maybe paradis will finish the task to completion.  & when you are all gone,  they will make sure that the bones are all to be collected & structured into some icon of the hell that came to be  /  a titan of her own resemblance maybe    /   a reminder  ――   & may they pray till the holy mary  takes shape   /  founder ymir  /  she will sculpt herself from their delusions of what remains,  & may she herself see the errs of man’s hatred   /   & maybe she slit each their throats & lay them to bed  /  a kiss upon each mark their sliced into their skin  -  each self inflicted bite mark  /  & return them each to neath.  no ending to this nightmare seem desirable.   [may i be first if this fails]   hm,  you can’t fail.  you CAN’T.   YOU CAN’T.    you have to ensure your father safety   /   annie’s  ――― even if you fall in the process, even if you are left  -  guts in marred hands  /   fingers rend like his own,   &  your own intestine hanging out your mouth,  you have to fight.  YOU HAVE TO.  ――  for even annie,   she has time  /  she can live a nice long life without you.  your father deserves to see the promises you vowed become a reality  /   no longer a childish promise.  PIECK.   you have reason to defy ymir  /  to face the devil.     you have no choice.     

  ❛  ohhh?    i have  ― although,  they don’t really interest me too much.   ❛

a laugh.   & this man,   this man might be a damaged piece  /  but,  he is no pawn. 

 ❛   ― geez.  calm down, i was just checking to see if you were still alive, don’t give yourself a hernia, alright.   i will keep my distance.   ❛    for now.

〈 * RANDOM  -/-   @liberons​

[liberons]

ﾟ 〢    ✕    //        𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌  𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐒   :     always   accepting .

her hand slips into his, fingers curling gingerly around his own. it's a small, bated attempt to pull his attention from whatever thoughts are running through his mind. nothing pleasant, she's sure, how could they be? "hey..." voice soft against the quiet of night. "this isn't just on you, alright? we made the decision together. you don't have to carry this alone."

                                                  ⸻         ⌜     @desolyt     ⌟

𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒  𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌  𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓  𝐇𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐑𝐃   /         𝑎  𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒  𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔            in  every  line .     his  eyes  sweep  heavy  over  her  form ,    drawing  in  like  the  fog  of  humid  fall .     trepid   /   thick .     if  he  basks  in  his  thoughts  just  enough ,    he  can  hear  the  crinkling  of  early  death  right  outside  their  tent .     the  curling  of  leaves  coming  in  on  themselves ,    fallen  from  their  homes .     he  wonders ,    then .     he  wonders  how  it  must  smell .     is  it  terrible ?     a  sickly  stench ,    and  they  remain  unphased ,    wont  to  the  decay ?     or   do  they  truly  want  it    —    desire  the  feeling  of  death  and  relife  .    the  habitude  of  it .    the  hope .     is  anything  more  refreshing  than  the  corruption  in  their  lungs ?     that  copper  taste .     the  tent  blows  like  a  howling  at  his  back ,    coming  in  the  occasional  chime  of  their  quiet  motions .     he  lies  in  the  aubade .

fate's  nothing  but  an  anchor .     the  easiest  solution .    control  is  what  gives  reconviction  of  regret  /  regret  /  regret  :   a  symphony  for  the  conscience .     it  sweeps  over  him   /   a  sheet  over  dead  bodies ;    breath  heaving  into  the  one  next .     the  iteration's  at  his  tongue ,    but  he  can't  bring  himself  to  say  it .     the  truth's  never  lain  so  close  to  his  lips   —   but  here  it  weighs  heavy .     judging .     he  knows  she  won't .     it's  himself  he  fears .  

there's  so  much  he  knows  he  can  say .     his  defenses ,    reasoning ;    nothing  she  hasn't  heard  before .   only  hours  ago .     he  could  say  his  graces ,    sing  of  sweet  thankfulness  for  her  concern   /   despite  the  call .     despite  it  falling  to  him ,    and  not  needing  to  serve  as  a  bearing  of  pressure  for  her .     maybe  he  should   —   despite  it  all .     but  here  lies  the  thought  alone   /   sinking  in  his  own  suffocation .

a  sigh  leaves  him  instead .

levi  wraps  his  fingers  into  the  touch ,    pulling  their  entwined  hands  over  frankie's  form ,    his  own   looming   over .     there's   other   options  entirely .     the  chase  of  his  body  to  simmer  something  rich  inside  him   /   a  launch  of  that  familiar   opium   stitch .     his  lips  come  over  hers ,    fierce  in  their  taking ;    brow  furrowed  in  the  only  moment  he  lets  himself  look  truly   conflicted    —    so  close  she  could  never  see  it .     he  draws  back  when  he  can  hear  nothing  but  their  breaths .     only  a  second .     then  he  sinks  to  her  side ,    strands  of  hair   brushing   against  her  cheek .          ❛       i   know ,       ❜         he  whispers ,     voice  much   lower   than  anticipated .    it’s  more   welcome   than  the  cacophony  in  his  mind .          ❛       all  we  can  do  is  keep  moving  forwards .       ❜         clouded  eyes  come  up  once  more ,    weighed  further  by  the  moment .     he  considers  leaving  it  at  that .     reviews   the  options  of  laying  awake  for  hours  again ,    facing  the  potential  of  more  conversation   —   or  the   fresh ,    early - day  memories .     the  flash  of  blond .     a  shoestring  necktie .     a  sheet .

he  moves  down . 

[liberons]

𝙆𝙉𝙄𝙁𝙀𝙃𝙀𝙇𝘿 ​

                    ❝   … your leg-   ❞      Mikasa’s movements and long strides come to a sudden halt and she takes a brief moment to catch her breath  /  steadying the heart-muscle that thuds loudly and rapidly against her sternum  –  even though it can surely  endure  a lot more, and almost all things,  eternally.  She lowers her gaze as her limbs carry her forward until they stand side by side, and holds perfectly still  /  saying nothing for a while, and then,      ❝   … does it still  bother  you  ?    ❞

@liberons​​​​​​​

𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐖𝐀𝐘  𝐒𝐇𝐄  𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐒       𝑡ℎ𝑒  𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 ,   𝑎𝑠  𝑖𝑓           her  feet  pave   paths   to  seed  sorrow   /    upholding   a  mask  within .      Axiomatic  in   many   who  join  their  ranks ,    but  there’s  something  pyrrhic  about  how  Mikasa   sows   her  ghost - flowers .    Levi   knows   how  memories   suffocate .    Twines  wrapped  tight  over   flesh  /   a  reminder ,    every  time  you  sit  and  let  it    feel .    He  makes  the  mistake  of  it .    He  stops  the   pulling   stretches  for  a  moment  to  catch  the  pulse  beating   deeper   under  the  band  to  his   right .     He  stares  at  it .                                                                          ❛      . . .    no .       ❜         Levi  lifts  his  hooded  gaze  to  Mikasa ,    unflinching   —          ❛      It’s  been  too  long  now .    Stop  thinking  about  it .       ❜

[liberons]

so anyways have a weird pseudo-meta on the 239894 ways levi’s character could’ve been better used story-wise

tbh i do believe yams had it in him to write a nice, tight, cohesive story where everything could’ve fallen in place well enough -- at least to the point where actions made sense with reference to established character personalities and arcs within the story. i have no issue with regression, but you can’t make it half-assed or just. entirely left-field and leave it at that and ok moral of the story i’m like, 90% sure come from being far too invested in the fandom as an author. NEVER change your story because of someone else’s opinion when it’s SERIALISED y’all.

SECTION  I .     KILL  HIM  OFF  !

let’s be honest !!!  this is the most obvious !!!  we get it he’s popular, you’ll get backlash, yaddi yadda ya girl’s tired.

(  i .  )   why didn’t eren kill him.

why

remember what levi was actually established to DO early on? the whole “i’ll take care of eren if he goes manic”? his WHOLE NARRATIVE PURPOSE? would be great if we, you know, played with that At All.

how fucking FRIGHTENING would eren’s final form be if it just fucking nipped levi in the bud? if levi, completely fine and uninjured, stayed true to his word and lead to handle eren, just to be fucking annihilated? eren has like 60 fucking titans inside him INCLUDING the activated founding. I THINK IT’S PRETTY FAIR TO REDEFINE HIM AS BEING FUCKING OP NOW.

just define some real form of tension come on.

this could’ve also just. so naturally shifted the tension in mikasa’s direction. literally everyone instinctively has mikasa jotted down as second-best-next-to-levi, both in and out of canon. it would make sense for other characters to just eye awkwardly in deciding mikasa ‘has’ to be the next one to try through the framing bias that presents. 

right now it’s like it’s not even her choice but everyone decided it would be for no goddamn reason. why does mikasa need to be ok with killing eren at all??? why cant one of YALL do it????????? and like mikasa kills him but then presents absolutely no real conclusion in doing so. we get 0 insight into what’s really going on in her head and WE DONT EVEN GET TO SEE IT !!!!!!!!!!

(  i i .  )   zeke if yOu’Re goNnA do it dO it RIGHT

to stay more true to canon, here’s way better ways zeke could’ve actually been rid of him that aren’t. regressing and dumb lmao:

zeke’s still a war chief, he’s had YEARS of troop strategy / planning up his sleeves. why didn’t he use turning levi’s squad into a means to set up some real traps because what’s he gonna do to a bomb, huh? Fight it?

or better yet, spike more than just levi’s squad and just have swarms and waves of mindless titans coming in to provide that distraction.

or have more help?? there’s all the yeagerists at your disposal and not ONE can secretly set something up with you?

overall like zeke should know levi’s skill and levi shouldn;t have to assume zeke’s not ?????????????? “willing to die”??????????? WTF????? AREN’T YOU WHY WOULDN'T HE BE?????

god anyways

zeke kills levi u know what that sets up? the fact that he’s pretty fucking clever and powerful on his own???? so now when eren & zeke team up to cause the rumbling, regardless of zeke’s original intent, would make them Far more horrifying to the rest of the crew; 

tbh i feel like this should mean moving the ‘reveal’ of eren’s betrayal to the very end of the manga when eren explains everything through path visions bc at least it keeps his moral grey area more.... grey. 

we know by the end that he betrayed zeke so it’s like ok So Yes He’s Doing Summ For The Greater Good But What and at least this would balance the scales of mass murder a lil by not snipping all the men i fucking Guess lmao god

(  i i i .  )    RUMBLE HIM

step on him 

but really he can just??? die during the rumbling???? point blank??????????? why were there not more major character casualties lmao boi

if the colossal titans are just far too many and far too boring, all the previous titans on eren’s back is so delicious and should’ve been drawn out im not sorry about it.

where’s the 349873 iterations of character x character teaming up and slowly getting better at absolutely Slicing these bastards? WHERE ARE THEY? 

i want my warriors x stray marleans x survey squads just dedicated to keeping the 9 titan iterations out of eren’s neck.

he could’ve finally killed zeke here too but i’m gonna get to that whole thing lmao god.

we've also established him getting wounded when others are involved (à la leg injury helping mikasa) so have him??? sacrifice???? to help others like finish his empathy arc

let him sacrifice himself by keeping the titans back while armin blows up idc

and for all of these — it doesn’t even have to be a quick death. let him lose a body part and die of blood loss. let his organs fail. let him get infected like yo not every death has to be in 3s flat.

SECTION II .     OR  DON’T  !

like. let’s just say there’s absolutely no way your publicist is gonna let you kill this character. you love him too much / he’s become a weird self-insert. ok sure. YOU CAN STILL DO SOMETHING.

( i .  )  why does he just. not grow.

he’s five three but does his heart have to be?

anyways fr he’s literally a huge fucking asshole and he doesn’t grow out of it. no one ever point out that it’s terrible. the biggest blacklash he gets is historia punching him like pew. and it’s not even addressed why she did that. it’s just like haha, yep.

can we get him some uhhhh??? clear empathy ???? some actual growth?? like we know he went from the guy beating eren up Excessively to forcing historia to be queen to giving armin the colossus, and then back to just slicing zeke up uselessly and caring about one (1) thing. like he was clearly on a path somewhere.

like first of all, holy fuck get over it. it’s like he had a manic episode for 4 years just obsessing over killing zeke when the game changed buddy??? it’s been established that the issue is No Longer zeke why are we so hard on this. his entire character just becomes kill monkee because his arc is DONE so if we’re going to keep him around find something else?? or CONTINUE to develop him.

make him grow his soft skills as a leader. make him learn how to stick around his team and know exactly how to fall back. 

if he’s injured, make him LITERALLY stay back and learn how to handle those he has to keep back with him.

make him struggle keeping morale. 

make him argue with some of the non-paradisians, or even those from paradis that are like what the FUCK and just learn to offer his perspective.

if he’s so obssessed with zeke maybe uh?? address that with someone???? talk it out with your therapist buddy you’ve clearly not come to terms with the fact you let erwin die and he has no reason to be so caught up by that and if he does like lmao ok let us see and understand it???

( i i .  )   do something with the ackermans

that’s it that’s the post

idek what else to put here i want this fucker dead

[liberons]

𝙇𝙄𝘽𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙀𝙎  .

alcohol          poured          before          the          younger          enters          the          lavish          office             .                    smoke          curls          from          𝖇𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌          𝖊𝖓𝖉          of          cigarette          wedged          'tween          index          and          middle          fingers             .                     𝙺𝙴𝙽𝙽𝚈             ;                    ᵃᵗᵗᵃᶜᵏ          ᵈᵒᵍ             ˒             ᵖᵃᵗʳᶤᵃʳᶜʰ             ˒             ˢᵉʳᶤᵃˡ          ᵏᶤˡˡᵉʳ             .                    wanted          but          𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟          caught             .                    (         𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝         𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎         𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝         𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝         𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎         )                    glass          extended          out          to          his          nephew             ,             ᴏɴ          ᴛɪᴍᴇ          ᴀs          ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs             .                          ❛❛       it          done             ?       ❜❜

@liberons  ask and u shall receive 

𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒  𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐋       𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑  𝑡ℎ𝑒  𝑜𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟 ,           calloused   by   the   mark   and   peel   of   countless    stains    /    more   vivid   a   red   than   the   tightest   knot   of   his    tie .      legs   cross    /    back   falling   on   the    chair       —      he  holds   it   .     a   choking    suspicion    drips   through   him   like   it    belongs    in   a   cup   itself    /    hard - coded    &    trained   .                       ❛      would   i   be   here   if   it    wasn’t   ?       ❜         lids    hood    over   his   eyes .      they    rake    their   way    across    the   room .            ❛    slate’s    good    as   new  .    ❜

[liberons]

𝘈𝘔𝘈𝘐𝘙𝘈𝘉𝘜𝘙𝘐  .

                                                ( * @liberons​  )

❛   ——  mister  the  owner  !  i  found  PIXIE  DUST  onto  one  of  the  seats  ,  here  in  this  little  bag  .  there’s  something  written  on  it  .  ❜

plastic  sachet  is  shaken  ,  a  squint  following  for  candice  to  read  the  tag  .

              ❛   ——  it  says  ‘ inhale  in  one  straight  line  ’  !   think  i’m  gonna  go  give  it  a  try  ,  give  me  a  moment  .     ❜

𝐖𝐇𝐘  𝐇𝐄  𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍  𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒  𝐓𝐎  𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐂𝐊         𝑖𝑠  𝑏𝑒𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑑  ℎ𝑖𝑚 ;            the   sound   of   her   sudden    excitement    should   be   forbearing   enough .     the   quick ,    ever - shaking   glimmer   over   rocks    /    shore .     if   they   were    three  times    as   quick   to    tear  off .

❛     that’s   not    pixie   dust ,     ❜               he   tears   away   the   bag   with   his   words .      the    fact    that   visuals   and   instruction   prove   enough   to    appeal    ———     she’s   paper   he’s    laying    over    flame    and     wondering     why   it   keeps   coming   so   close   to    igniting .               ❛     what   did   i   say   about   the   shit   you    find    around   here  ?    it   goes   through   me   first .     ❜                 levi   shoves   the   packet   in   his   apron .    he   sits   on   throwing   it   out .    idiots   leaving   it   around   when   he’d   been    explicit  . . .

            ❛     go   sweep   the    balcony .    i’ll   check   your   work   on   the   seating   area .     ❜  

[liberons]

ﾟ 〢    ✕    //        𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍  𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒   :     accepting  .

' I'm sick and tired of talking. '

                                                  ⸻         ⌜     @knifeheld​​​    ⌟

𝐇𝐄  𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐒  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 .         𝑛𝑒𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟  𝑜𝑓  𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚  ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒            been  known  to  relay  much   exuberance   though  words .     Perhaps  at   all .     Words  quick  to  hinder  /    choking   /   at  a  cavity   expanding   in  their  chests .     Theirs  caged  more  in   steel   than  in   bone .     Sharp ,     jagged   corners .    It  comes  with  the   territory .

                                      They  played   knights   in  their  endless  dealings .    Fabled .    Played  by  like   pawns   despite  power  that  could   shatter  armies .     Choices  fed  a  finish  line  that  never  came ,    their  endless  pyre  a  reckless  hill  they  may  never  reach   summit .     They  don’t  adorn  it .    Never  will .    Their  bodies  are  prizes ,    no  longer  suited  for  the  war  they  built   (   decades  upon  decades  of  callouses  lost    —    and  they  have  nothing  but  soft  skin  and  scars  to  show  for  it    ) .   Let  it  lie  like  rubble   /    over  stone .    The  earth  can  take  it .     Mold  it  as  it  wants .    But  now  they  lie  in  it  directly .    They   are  the  ones  to  breathe  out  the  carbon  thrown .    They  can  give  them   gloves   and  nothing  matters   /   all  you  have  to  do  is  pretend  .    The  name   Ackerman   means  nothing  here .     They  breathe  like  everyone  else  and  soot  builds  and  spills  and  suffocates  until  you   can’t   breathe  anymore .     Therein  lies  the   bigger  problem .     The   same   fallacy   that  prevents  them  from  staying  in  the   shadows   entirely .   That  dust  is  their  shadow .    Their  insides  /   soaked  in  eigengrau .    Maybe  he’s  been  sent  as   middle - ground ,     to  someone  where  she  might  feel   less  needs  to  be  said .   What  he  can’t  offer ,    is  complete  freedom .    Not  since  the  weight  they  carry   grew   beyond  boulders .    A  weight   ready   for  retaliation  on  all  sides .    A  prompt   places  an  idea ,    a  blank  page   presents  opportunity  .    An  upkeep  for  the  lesser  to   speak   on   his   behalf .   To  be  played ,    twisted  to  nights  :    empty .

He  wouldn't  call  himself  territorial .    He  wouldn’t  care  what  the  world  thought  if  it  wasn’t  cutting  down  on  the  sharp ,    jagged  edges  of   their   shoulders .    How  history  must  wonder  of  the  smoothness  in  those   bones   /    if  those   steel  -  protected  organs  were  beating  at  all .    If  the  planet  itself  could  ever  fit  in  the  expanding  cavity  of  their  chest .     Neither  of  them   have  ever  enjoyed  talking  much .    He  knows  the  feeling .

              ❛     Would  you  rather  have  your   silence   answer   for   you  ?      ❜      He  asks ;    a  clattering  echo  in  the  quiet  she  called  for .

[liberons]

ﾟ 〢    ✕    //        𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌  𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐒   :     always   accepting .

*places a baby in his lap* hold this please.

                                                   ⸻         ⌜      @worstheir       ⌟

𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒  𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑  𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒  𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄        𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡  𝑖𝑡  𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠          in  an  infant ;    bones  so  fragile   /   its  own  flesh   /   could  tear  apart .    Emotions   course   and   run   their  way  through  every   look   they  give  the  world ,    curiosity  masking  every   twitch   of  their  limbs .  To  think  of  unmasking  it  as  it  grows ,    understanding   how  it  helps ,   accepts ,    or  deters  those  around  them .     He  wonders  how  naturally  it’s  meant  to  nest  itself  in  you .    If   tension  and  curiosity   is  all  there  is  to  them .    It's  uncanny .    Levi's  never  noticed .    Children  too - often  sat  as  nothing  but  a  side - along   fact   of  life ;    later - children  meant  to  be  saved .    Later - adults  meant  to  be  nourished.    Else ,    a  mere   nuisance .    ———      The  last  thing  he'd  call  himself  is   nurturing .     His  furthest  memories  involve  suppressing  his   own   nuances .    Yet  nothing's  as   fazing   as  trying  to  decipher  the  allotment  of   noises   that  spill  at  a  near - constant .

             ❛     Why  is  it  doing  that  ?     ❜               The  baby  starts  to   gurgle   and  clench  her  hands ,    something  of  a   babble   drawing  as  her  fingers  come  into  her  mouth ,   spit  coating  them  and  soon ,   it  seems    —    him   as  well .     Levi  holds  her  even  further  away .    It  earns  him  a   squeal .               ❛     . . .    I  think  it’s  going  to  cry  again .     ❜

[bunnieresources]

kali uchis’ ‘isolation’ writing prompts.

“ i wanna go if you want to go. “

“ i’m sick and tired of talking. “

“ i’ve told you everything you need to know. the rest is in the body language. “

“ do you hear me? can you feel me now? “

“ there’s no tracking where i’m going.

“ there’s no ‘me’ for them to find. “

“ just come closer. i wanna know who you are. “

“ i ain’t here to be cute, i ain’t here to impress. “

“ you know why i’m calling, i’m here to collect. “

“ i don’t do what i’m running from, but i’m always on the run. “

“ i can’t afford to look back. “

“ if you knew me, then you’d probably wanna get to know the new me. “

“ i don’t ever judge, just wanna have a little fun. “

“ i won’t be here for long, some will say i’m on the run. “

“ go and say what you want, you’re just a stranger. “

“ you never knew me then and you’ll never know me now. “

“ i’m the one they love to hate, and i’m the one who will survive. “

“ i don’t wanna be anywhere if it’s not with you. “

“ we’re not gonna make it, but at least i’m going down with you. “

“ don’t you wanna get to know you? “

“ would you be a tyrant if i gave you power? “

“ when everything is a riot, you’re my peace and quiet. “

“ you’re driving me crazy, although i say that nothing can faze me. “

“ don’t think you can lie. i can see through your mind. “

“ don’t lose this. we have it all. “

“ i am not your enemy. “

“ don’t come for me unless i send for you. “

“ you’re obsessed, just let it go. “

“ i’m not somebody you know. “

“ can you just leave me alone? “

“ you’re dead to me. “

“ it’s okay to disagree, we don’t have to be friends. “

“ you’re dead to me. why can’t i be dead to you? i think that we both know the truth. “

“ do you remember me? it’s me, the one you loved so much. “

“ you’re cheating yourself, can’t you see? “

“ i know who you really are. i know you still love me. “

“ the moments we are happiest are the moments that we don’t exist. “

“ i’m getting tired of sleeping in, but you’re much better in my dreams. “

“ today is the day i’ll learn that i believe in miracles. “

“ no one can give me what i want, i know. “

“ let’s get out of this hopeless town. “

“ time’s on our side while our hearts are young. “

“ give me a kiss that lasts an eternity. “

“ i will never return, never. “

“ we will burn together. “

“ i’m looking back, now thinking, maybe i was wrong. “

“ i’ve been so out of place and desperate for so long. “

“ nothing would ever heal the wound. “

“ i’m coming home. it’s been too long. “

“ if they wanna know, tell them i went home. “

“ whatever goes around eventually comes back to you. “

“ you gotta be careful and look both ways before you cross my mind. “

“ i hate that sometimes i can’t go home. “

“ no one’s gonna save you now, so you better save yourself. “

“ i know it’s hard, but did you even really try? “

“ what can i do? it’s just too late to reach you. “

“ they say don’t blame the player but you played the game. “

“ it’s no fun to feel like a fool. “

“ ____, have you got no soul? is your heart a gaping hole? “

“ how come i didn’t see that in you? how come i can forgive you? “

“ if you loved me, you’d never do this. “

“ ‘forever’ is for dreamers. “

“ our future’s battered and bloody, you’re so fucking ruthless. “

[nanakorobiyaokii]

★♥ HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY KING, LEVI ACKERMAN!♥☆

[valtsv]

mentally im a gargoyle on a church roof

[liberons]

ﾟ 〢    ✕    //        𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒   :      always   accepting  . ‘    do  you  want  something  to  eat ?    ’                                                   ⸻          ⌜     @lupidente​    ⌟

𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄  𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒      𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑡  𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒  𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑑         than  it  was   worth .    a  fragile  little  thing  that  acted  the  nine  on  their  solidity .    yet    /   there  she  is ,    still  real ,   not  quite  ethereal  as  he’d  thought .    more  human  than  even  he  is  now .    a  few  pieces  missing  but  not  as  torn  as  he ;    blossomed  unlike  a  rose ,    thorns  pricked  to  his  feathers  and  refusing  to  detach .    a  strange  sight   /   and  stranger  now  that  it  feels  almost   comforting  .    such  useless  gestures  for  someone  owning  half  their  natural  worth   —    if  that .    oh  but  he  expects  cyclamens  &  pink carnations   /   a  last  goodbye  and  the  encompassing  cold  of  matted  soil .    his  skin  nearly  yearns  for  it ,    but  he  refuses  its  call .    silences  any  cries .    there’s  still  bits  of  him  left  and  he’s  here  until  there’s  nothing  but  dust ;   so  long  as  it  can  do   something .    

              a  breath ,    and  he  stands   —    the  cutting  edges  of   bones   clawing   deep ,    but  he’s  deeper  seated  into  the  ground  of  his  values .    he  stands  ,   and  it   hurts   —    but  he  stands ,    scoffs ,   and  speaks  in  nothing  but  a   croak   mimicking  the  same  scathing  tone  he  refuses  to  lose ,    even  now .        ❛    not  if  you  cooked  it .    ❜

[liberons]

AEMILIIU​​      :         𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙮   .

STARTER CALL // @liberons

— “ Indeed, there will always be even the remnant sadness and heartache of losing friends and comrades, no matter how much time passes… but you should be proud of how you have fought for humanity’s freedom. You have fought so hard. ” Her words would never EASE the agony of which he was suffering, she could never expect them to ( the pain was too great in its enormity ) but Emily only wished to convey her grateful feelings with regard to Levi’s continuing fight against the Titans, despite all the hardship he had endured. He never backed down nor would he ever relent & that was what Emily admired MOST about him. 

Still, though…

“ I truly am sorry for the loss of your companions, Levi. I understand how it feels to lose a loved one – but the most important thing is that we must never stop moving toward a brighter future, for their sakes. ”

𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃  𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒  𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋  𝐁𝐄         𝒐𝒇  𝒖𝒔𝒆 ,    𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓       the  very  skin  unable  to  contain  them  —   again .    and  again .    luck  is  their  only  weapon .    with  flesh ,   so  much  more  volatile   /   when  you  can’t  tell  where  it  ends   (  and  begins  again  )  .    there’s  a  terrible  echo  in  this  room ,    but  he  can’t  hear  it  at  all  now .    every  word  comes  and  leaves ,    stuffed  under  a  bed  where  he  can  forget  it  was  ever  uttered .    stifled   /   suffocated .                                                 ❛       i  know  that ,        ❜         he  breathes ,    finally .    it’s  just  the  problem  with  grievance   —   he  can  never  quite  tell  if  he’s  doing  it  right .     (  remember  once ,    how  easy  it  felt  to   lash  it  out ?    remember  much ,    how  quick  the  tears  fell  ?    remember  now   —   it’s  been  so  long  since  you  felt  anything  at  all ,    and  here  you  are  )  .         ❛     we’ll  keep  moving  forward .    the  titans -   whoever .    our  goal  isn’t  to  reach  the  ocean .    it’s  for  our  freedom .   we  stop  when  we  can  roam  the  world  without  fear  of  it .    even  if  that  dream  feels  lost .        ❜         he  stands ,    the  creak  of  his  chair  booming  across  the  walls  as  he  does .    the  words  feel  smothering ;    misaligned .    is  that  the  honesty  you  felt ,   or   wanted   to  feel ?    his  fist  unclenches .    he  doesn’t  know  how  long  they’ve   been  like  that ,    but  he  looks  out  the  window  again .        ❛     we  need  to  start  those  reports .       ❜