#ithangezoe

[casusbellorum]

Nursed

@ithangezoe

His eyes opened. 

It took him a second to understand where he was again, though the moaning of other soldiers and the white tent walls gave him a clear idea. His mind was still foggy, but he understood, and his memory came back to him. He’d been at war with his men, explaining the new plan of action and how they were to proceed through enemy lines. They were very close to the actual battle; he could hear the gunshots in the distance as he talked to his soldiers. Some hardened from war, some still barely above children.

Then the shelling happened, and everything went to hell. He’d been caught in one of the explosions, and had vague memories of pain and blood and seeing a soldier’s upper torso laying on front of him before passing out. He’d prayed, then. He thought that was it. He thought that was how he died.

But apparently not.

He sat up. Or tried to; his right arm failed him. He’d thought he’d reached back to pull himself up, but nothing-- he’d looked down to the right in confusion, only to be met with a smack of reality that led to him sinking back down into the hard mattress he’d been placed on.

There was no arm there. Just... His bicep, and a lot of bandages. His hand-- He felt like he could still move his fingers, his brain commanded it so, but there was nothing to move. 

What the hell was he supposed to do like this? How was he supposed to fight? He was a general, sure, and he could surely just stay behind to make plans-- But what kind of a leader only did that? His soldiers wouldn’t follow him if he was such a coward. But he certainly couldn’t hold more than a pistol-- Goddamn. What would happen with Marley? They’d managed to shell the hell out of their army- for all Erwin knew, they could be on the cusp of losing the war now. He didn’t even have the chance to execute that plan.

He wasn’t thinking rationally, and perhaps it was at least partially from what small amounts of anesthetic they had. He pulled himself up with the one arm that still existed--thank God for that--and forced his way onto the floor. Two legs still, it seemed. It was just that damn arm he’d lost. His dominant arm. 

Nearly as soon as his feet touched the ground and his weight went from the bed onto it, he crumbled, barely catching his elbow against the mattress. Gn-- Fuck. Couldn’t even stand. What the hell pain medication had they put him on? His head was throbbing. But he had to get up, he had to get up--

[scoutingheichou]

Leviii! For no real reason, how much money do you have right now?

( @ithangezoe )

Levi just stared at his taller comrade with his usual stoic expression. Though if one knew him very well and can see it, his eye clearly held a mixture of annoyance and apprehension. When the question of his personal funds is asked in such a manner he was given, it can only mean bad things. Things he didn’t want to have any part in.“... No.” 

[mike-will-protect-you]

Hange! You asked for this... <3

How I feel about this character: Hange is Best Girl! :D

All the people I ship romantically with this character: She would be great with Levi, and Moblit as a close second

My non-romantic OTP for this character: All of the other Survey Corps vets, and Moblit again (because he kind of deserves somebody normal for once XD)

My unpopular opinion about this character: Well, maybe just once she could shower at least three times a week and give Mike’s poor little nose some rest!

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: She should have become a Titan shifter! She would go absolutely nuts!

[casusbellorum]

ithangezoe replied to your post “// WHO KEEPS SENDING ME MOBLIT X ERWIN ASKS LMAO HAVE THEY EVER EVEN...”

It wasn't me!!

[casusbellorum]

Haunt Me

Hange was never very confident in herself. It wasn’t something people knew; she was so brash and loud, after all. But Erwin knew better. She acted like that because it was precisely that- an act. She wasn’t really that chipper, and it fell away when she’d talk about her obsessions. Obsessions she liked better than herself. Maybe she just liked to get so into these things as a way of detaching herself from all the parts of her she didn’t like. To distract herself.

The lack of self-confidence became all too obvious, though, following his death. If he could feel something, he’d probably feel guilt. She thought she’d never amount to him. She thought making her commander was his one mistake.

His one mistake...

She didn’t simply think so lowly of herself, she thought to highly of him. He just had a charm while he was alive. Everyone liked him. It’d pissed off Nile, too- Pissed him off that his crush liked him, that his friends liked him, that strangers liked him, that Nile himself liked him.

But it was all just bullshit, wasn’t it?

Levi knew. That’s why he let him die. It was better, not having to put up with that lie anymore. No longer having to worry. Though even in his death, he was forcing a struggle onto others. Hange couldn’t understand why Levi did it. Why Levi had laid him to rest, finally let him sleep. Maybe Levi didn’t want to break her heart about who Erwin really was. How she’d react if she knew what he’d only cared about, even up to his death...

Maybe it’d be better off it Levi did let her know.

It wasn’t like he could do it himself.

He was still lying on his grave, resting, no longer having to dwell on his father.

[libertasmilitis]

"Please? Are you sure? I'm kind of tired actually. I'll see you later!"

“What the fuck?!” 

The nerve. she made him wait, made him stay, practically forced him to be there, and he stayed, obeying to every command and request from her, and now she was simply leaving him hanging. 

See you later? Those words were carried with tease and mockery, and he knew, he knew he was being made fun of, being made a fool. 

“Yer just gonna leave like that? Just like that?!” 

[intuitivebiologist]

ithangezoe replied to your post: // you’d think levi’d be the one that’s more harsh...

I just always have this feel of Erwin needing to assert his power.

@ithangezoe 

// yesss, I feel the same. like even if he’s not actively thinking it, it ends up coming through that way because in the end he likes being dominant that much

i’m sure levi’s dominant too but erwin’s like that on a different level to the point where it ventures into humiliation territory 

[casusbellorum]

Wreckage

@ithangezoe

The first thing he could really understand was that he was coughing. Coughing up water, blowing it out his nose, spitting up anything so he could breathe again. As he took his first steady breaths, wiping his mouth only to be greeted with more wetness from being soaked to the bone, he took in his surroundings. A great deal of sand. Sand and wood, and, a bit off in the distance, a treeline. 

What the hell? He rubbed his eyes and tried to focus his thoughts. What had happened? He stumbled up to his feet, realizing them just how badly his body ached and how much his torn suit weighed him down. He’d... Been on a cruise. Right. They’d crashed into something, and evacuation was something that they tried to do, but-- shit had happened just so fast. He was sure they’d managed to get the women and children on boats, but by the time that was done, only a few men were able to make it on boats before things just... Went south.

He’d done his best to swim, but he’d passed out.

He threw off his soaking wet jacket into the sand as he began to walk, too much in shock to really debate what was to be done. ...If he were lucky, maybe he’d be found. There were plenty of occurrences like this that only led to the people being found years after, as a skeleton, but if he were lucky... And... There was Hange. She was the one that wanted to go on the cruise, wasn’t she? She’d said that he needed to get away from work. ... He made sure she was one of the ones to get on those boats. She’d be fine. Maybe he’d see her again, if he was ever found. God knew he was anywhere he could be found; the cruise was in the middle of the ocean during the crash. He couldn’t have washed up on shore of a populated island. There was nowhere around with people.

Well. He supposed he could get looking for survivors.

Except, looking did nothing.

As minutes turned into hours, he wasn’t able to find anything but wreckage and a couple of bodies. No pulse. The morning had turned into afternoon, and as it got hotter, he’d left the majority of his still-wet clothing, beyond his unbelted pants that he’d rolled up to his shins. The shoes would have been good to protect from his feet getting harmed, but he’d lost one while at sea, and it was difficult to walk in the soft sand with them. So he’d risked a few blisters to be more comfortable under the sun.

After he’d given up on finding survivors, having walked all through where the debri was left around the island, not wanting to risk going further and getting lost, he’d stopped to sit in the sand and stare up at the sky, the salt of the water sticking to his skin as the sun dried him. He must have looked a damn mess. He felt like one.

What were even the chances of a plane flying overhead, this far out in the ocean? And noticing? He was a federal agent- maybe a search would be more vigorous. But would anyone ever even know? Before he died out here, at least. His back found the soft sand, and he breathed out slowly as he closed his eyes. A nap couldn’t hurt. He’d... Deal with his situation once he’d had a rest.