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[archras]

You’re always so loving. I wish I could be like that.

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Innocence clashes against yearning, leaving bittersweet in its wake.       “I mean… in a weird way I think you are. Er— were, I dunno. Being super creepy and angry about…” Calloused fingers sail through the air, palms turning up and down without a clear goal. It matches her discomfort in the tone she attempts to deliver.                              “Stuff… or someone can come from love.” The tenseness in Sasha’s shoulder blades ease, a feather finally laid to rest after a gust of wind. She sighs, reaching out to idly pick at the strange grass that lined the shore. 

                                   “Yer not as far off as you think you are.”

[pyrrhicommand]

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          the  ease  that  wrings  tension  from  the  span  of  his  shoulders  is  an  intentional  garment. to  be  present,   to  be  LAX  is  to  oppose  hostile stiff environment.  with  that  opposition,  he encourages  rational  thought . . .  he  hopes  to, at least.  &  so he smiles  slightly,  amicably,  as  his  fingers  adjust  themselves  around the ceramic  body  of  a  cup  which  bears  cool  cheap  coffee  that  remains  from  the  start  of  the  day.  hours  had  since  passed,  but  he  could  still  feel  its bitter  taste  lingering  upon  his  tongue.   he  leans  forward  at  his  desk,  focusing now  ( wholly  ) upon the jaeger  boy.                              “  ---- has there been enough consideration given  towards  the impact of . . . training your titan capabilities upon your health ? perhaps  a  trivial sounding  question,  given  how  urgent things  may  seem.  but we cannot forget  --  rushing achieves nothing.  “  still,  the  question  was  little  more  than  formality.  

[venturecalled-blog]

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“       now ,   that was a little rude .  apologize .  ”    ⧸   sc .

[noblegrown-blog]

        amber hues collide  with those of an oceanic green ;  much  like that of the waves behind their silhouettes  outlined  upon the sunset glow.  gloved fingers hold tenaciously to the crooks of this mystery boy’s elbows, having caught him in his careless stumble.  ❝   where the  HELL  did you come from   ?   ❞

a pause ;  as  he watches the other’s lips search for words to answer him but confusion falls upon chiseled features when only silence ensues. impatience overtakes curiosity  &  with pinched brow does he continue.  ❝   ———  … what are you,   stupid   or  something  ?    ❞

@carnagebait .

[driiven-blog]

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jean and eren make each other cry 24/7 u don’t want advice from them

they really are family

[ironarchived]

❛     REMEMBER,   WE  CAN  STOP   at  any  time.     ❜     they are entering  unmarked territory.  eren yaeger,  boy,  soldier,  titan,  is something  entirely unprecedented.  without the data and records of his father’s experimentation still locked away in that basement lost in the fall of wall maria,  there is no way of even beginning to estimate the extent of grisha yaeger’s work.  the citizens of paradis see only their  fear  reflected at them when they look at him;  they are too  preoccupied  with their own terror to understand what was done to this boy was  cruelty.  an injustice.  a man,  some would say,  turning his son into an  abomination.  pity mingles deep with  scientific curiosity  and  impatience to learn,  he fixes the boy with a  solemnity  bordering on steel.

❛     you know the signal.  anything goes wrong,  any of it starts becoming  too much,  we can stop.     ❜

@carnagebait  〈   ♥.   〉

[wontdeter-blog]

the toes of his boots collect dust with his solid, albeit wobbly, landing   ----   still acclimating to the different orientations endured with the maneuver gear, he struggles while eren excels;  and it’s because of this that his smile, something like the sunshine beating down on their backs, a hopeful ray of light even amidst the shadows that plague them, bursts forth with encouragement despite the strain training has placed on the two of them. his wrist drags across his forehead, catching the beads of sweat forming in the heat beneath his bangs, before gesturing to the looming, weathered dummy.  ❛   —  you almost had it, eren. just a little shy of the nape, but close. try again?   ❜  //  @carnagebait  ♡ ‘d.