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‘ this is not something to be proud of. this is a tragedy. ’

&. GRAVE SUGGESTIONS / ACCEPTING / @jaegeriin​

 HER  SMILE  IS  TOO  WIDE,  TOO  HARD,  WITH  FAR  TOO  MANY  TEETH.  Teeth  that  grit  so  tight  her  jaws  ache.   Blue  eyes  are  too  bright  in  her  pale  face,  round  and  fractured.   Every  facet  of  her  visage  is  too  much.   An  over-exaggeration  she  can’t  seem  to  control.  The  queen  looks  very  like  a  cracked  porcelain  doll  ready  to  shatter  at  any  moment.  Face  painted  on  by  hands  that  shook.  Her  hands  STILL  shake  with  the  effort  of  keeping  herself  whole.  The  sharp  edges  of  her  splintering  mask  poking  out  to  kiss  her  palms  until  they  red  with  blood.  Sasha  is  right  through,  there  is   P R I D E   shining  in  those  fissures.  Her  mania  is  utterly  triumphant.

        ❝    No...  no  I  was  BRAVE.   ❞      She  tells  the  other,  reaching  out  to  take  both  of  her  hands  in  her  own.  Like  her  fingertips  could  trace  the  words  into  work-worn  palms  that  would  make  Sasha  SEE.  The  letter  is  cinders  in  her  hearth,  Ymir’s  handwriting  a  mere  memory  now,  one  that  she  finally  releases  like  curls  of  smoke  to  the  wind.  SHE  WAS  BRAVE  as  her  trembling  hands  hovered  over  the  golden  flames.  NOT  ONCE  DID  SHE  REACH  FOR  IT  as  the  parchment  curled  and  blackened  on  blood  red  coals,  as  she  curled  in  on  herself.   She  did  not  hear  Ymir’s  voice  over  her  own  wretched  weeping,  her  guttural  moans.    ❝   I’ve  finally  let  go!   ❞  

              The  make  the  first  steps  on  this  miserable  path.  The  stones  were  already  set,  she  simply  had  to  walk  forward.  But  she  was  shackled  to  the  past.  To  a  life  she  no  longer  had  a  girl  she  no  longer  was.  It  was  time  to  bury  her.  To  bury  herself  next  to  Ymir.

            Death  could  be  such  an  ugly  thing.  But  she  would  not  see  the  tragedy  Sasha  spoke  of.  Could  not  see  it.  WOULD  NOT  SEE  IT.

                 A  hysterical  giggles  burst  from  her  lips.  Burning  her  throat  and  mouth  like  bile   ❝   I  think  I  can  finally  do  this.   ❞    She  breathes in wonder,  clutching  Sasha’s  hands  tighter  in  her  own,  still  grinning  that  terrible  grin.  A  TITAN  IN  HER  OWN  RIGHT.  Sasha  is  clearly  confused.  Of  course  she  is.  She  didn’t  know  of  the  wicked  plans  being  put  into  motion,  nor  would  she  until  it  was  too  late.  Swallowing  another  awful  laugh  she  manages  to  keep  her  voice  even  as  she  says    ❝   It’s  okay,  Sasha.  Don’t  worry.   ❞  

[diripiat-a]

eyes          narrow             ,             tip          of          blade          pointed          in          the           𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑠          direction             .                                 ❛❛       𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔          𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢          from          the          deer             ,             nice          'n          slow             .       ❜❜

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           “You really don’t understand, do you?” he muttered, pushing his glasses back into place. the missing lens made him push out a soft sigh — he pulled a cigarette out of his pocket, his hand still steaming slightly. most of his fingers were fully formed — one was still visibly made of bone. as he lit his smoke, he turned a cold grey gaze up to the young woman in front of him. “I suppose that’s why you’re asking,” Zeke uttered, flicking through thoughts quickly before leaning forward, resting elbows on the table. “I can’t guarantee it’ll erase any pain, miss...” he paused, raising an eyebrow, waiting for a name. after all, he was almost certainly sure she’d snuck her way into his tiny quarters.

[austerulous-a]

"Annie?" Sasha chirps from the doorway, not daring enough to enter the room uninvited - but she comes bearing gifts, and deliver she shall. A small plate of biscuits in one hand, a cup of tea in the other, she offers her comrade a smile. "Connie and I made this to help us study for tomorrow's exam. I know you don't do study groups, but we thought you might want some." Nobody should prepare to face a Cadet exam on an empty stomach. Not even the tougher cookies of them all, like Annie Leonhardt.

With tomorrow’s exam looming, Annie supposed the least she could do was give her notes a perfunctory read-through.  Not expecting company, she was swamped in a hoodie, her fraying bun even more haphazard than usual, as she sat cross-legged on her bunk, hunched gracelessly over parchment.  The pages were inscribed with her cursive handwriting; delicate, pretty, flowing, so unlike her.

At the sound of her name, Annie’s gaze flicked to the doorway.  It took a moment for her to process Sasha’s words, to understand why she hovered there, smiling brightly.  “Oh,” she breathed after a long pause, staggered by the thoughtfulness of the gesture. A warm, tender, unfamiliar feeling radiated through her chest.  “Sasha, that’s…”  Blue eyes traced the rim of the steaming mug, and the plate of golden-brown biscuits, then landed on the girl’s kind, open face.  

This is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me.

“Thank you.”  The words were softly spoken, and shaped by the small, rare, bewildered smile that played on Annie’s lips.

[diripiat]

                                 [          𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐌          ,          𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓          ]

blood          sprays             ,             forming          a           ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ          ᴘɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇ          'cross          dirt             .                    bullet          casing          clatters          to          the          floor             ,             the          ping           𝑑𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑛𝑒𝑑          𝑜𝑢𝑡          by          explosions          and          heavy          gunfire             .                     𝙳𝙴𝙵𝙴𝙽𝚂𝙴            /            𝙾𝙵𝙵𝙴𝙽𝚂𝙴            /            𝚂𝚄𝙿𝙿𝙾𝚁𝚃             ;                    he          covered          it          all             .                     ˡᵃᶻᵃʳᵘˢ          ᵃʳᵐᵉᵈ          ʷᶤᵗʰ          ʳᶤᶠˡᵉ          ᵃᶰᵈ          ᵏᵘᵏʳᶤ             .                    many          wish          you          had           𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑑          in          your          ossuary             .                     𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖑𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌             ;                     ʷᵉˡᶜᵒᵐᵉ          ᵗᵒ          ᵗʰᵉ          ʷᵃʳᶻᵒᶰᵉ             ᵎ                    petty          feud          'tween          brothers          had          him          thriving          on          adrenaline          and          his          own          skill             .                    with          parents          who           𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖛𝖊          and          a          sister          unaware             ,             life          was          good             .

at          least             ,             it          was             ,             until          the          aforementioned          sibling          found          herself          in          his          crosshairs             .

body          went          rigid             .                    for          a          few          seconds             ,             𝖙𝖍𝖊          𝖘𝖓𝖎𝖕𝖊𝖗          watches          in          sheer          disbelief          as          she                    (           𝚊𝚗𝚍          𝚊          𝚋𝚘𝚢          𝚑𝚎          𝚠𝚊𝚜          𝚞𝚗𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚛          𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑          )                    ran          in          a          panic             .                    hurricane          of          emotions           ᴄʀᴀsʜᴇᴅ          down             .                     𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑛             ,             𝑓𝑟𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛             ,             𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟             ,             𝑏𝑒𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡             .

                            (                ❛❛       fuck             !       ❜❜               )

snarls          as          rifle          is          slung          over          shoulder             ,             kukri          snatched          up          and          slotted          back          into          sheath             .                     𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎          𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐          under          his          breath          as          he           𝖈𝖑𝖎𝖒𝖇𝖘          𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖓          from          his          nest             .                     now             ,             lazarus          walks          among          mortal          men             .                    follows          the          sound          of          high          pitched          shriek                    (           𝚠𝚑𝚘          𝚒𝚝          𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍          𝚝𝚘           ,           𝚑𝚎          𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝          𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕          )                    hurries          his          pace          as          he          grasps          firearm             .                    around          the          ridge             ,             ᵃ          ᶠˡᵃˢʰ          ᵒᶠ          ᵇˡᵘᵉ             .                    takes          aim             ,             fires             ,             bullet          piercing          through          the          heart          of           𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑚𝑦          𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑟             ,             bolt          cocked             .

                            ❛❛       𝙼𝙾𝚅𝙴             ,             𝙽𝙾𝚆             !      ❜❜

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[meerkyojin]

                                                          ‘  sasha ! stop moving !   ‘

              𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐘, years of practice doing so coming to his aid. thin fingers are currently busy with her hair. soft strands easily twisted in his hold. he’s been doing it since their days in training, so it’s almost second nature to armin by now. he’s just started this braid, however, and if she keeps fidgeting it’s going to be all messed up.

hesitant starter call                @jaegeriin​ !!

[goljath-a]

Hooks dig into Jäger's back, and propel Sasha upwards until she reaches the titan's shoulder, atop which she gracefully lands, like a bird visiting an old friend. Without a word, but facetious grin pulling her lips, she finds a spot of skin on his cheek that is *not* teeth, and plants a quick kiss right there and then. Then, just as quickly as she had come, she leaves, bye Jäger have a good day Jäger.

THE HUNTRESS’ approach is heralded by a mechanical whirring as she takes to the skies / nimbly steering herself ever upwards, spitting pulsing jets of pressurized air into the midmorning quietude ( and abruptly breaking whatever concentration Jäger had been mounting upon the distant tolling of a church bell in the village neighboring Headquarters ). For his part, he hardly even notices the barbed talons dug deep into the meat of his shoulder - though he is sure to turn, albeit unconsciously, away from the angle of her blades / ever mindful of his nape, and The Doctor’s low warning: ( protect it, protect yourself ). Nevertheless, he greets Sasha with a curious tilt of the head, halfway expectant for some kind of explanation. To his knowledge, this early hour of the day was usually reserved an occasion the soldiers simply referred to as “break-fast” - something to do with food and the communal habit of eating together ... which held no significance to a Titan such as himself, but apparently meant a great deal to the humans who participated in it, of which Sasha did avidly and with tremendous vigor. But, regardless, here she is: perched atop a gargantuan form, honeyed eyes gleaming with mischief / the distinct bow of her lips strung taut, almost -- nervous --- ?

... Oh. Jäger can only blink, stupidly, as she pulls away, dropping back to the ground without any further fanfare / the impression of her chaste kiss lost to the numbing heat of his flayed skin. Still, he has the feeling that she’d just done ... something - and in his experience, “something” was usually synonymous with trouble. He quickly rouses himself, cheek twitching / one hand raised haphazardly to his face, rubbing calloused fingertips along the strange, bony contours of his visage, frankly bewildered. WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT ALL ABOUT ?

[austerulous-a]

7 & 27 ♡

@jaegeriin // 30 uncommon character development questions // accepting

7. How does your character perceive themselves? Positive? Negative? Neutral?

Generally speaking, Annie’s perception is negative. There is a lot she dislikes and even loathes about herself. She considers herself to be weak, swept up in events, someone too exhausted - too spineless - to even try fighting against the current. Her childhood was spent quietly hoping someone would save her and now, in her adolescence, she understands help will not come. The best she can do is continue on the path laid out for her by her father and her superiors, and be prepared to crush other people under her heels. To put it in Annie’s own words, she’s a self-serving piece of shit.

In a world of ‘good’ and ‘bad’ she views herself firmly as the latter. It has less to do with being a murderer (even after Armin destroys the port at Liberio, she considers him a good person; the same can be said of Bertholdt, despite him having an astronomical body count) and more with who she is at her core. Which is someone wretched, fragile, half-formed; she is self-aware enough to recognise and despise the abnormal, empty spaces within her. Hollowed out as a child, there is little to Annie that is truly, intrinsically ‘her’. Mr. Leonhardt built her, stripping away the parts he had no use for, and using discipline to instil the characteristics that would help make her a Warrior. As such, even traditionally ‘good’ traits like loyalty and compassion are soured within Annie. They are a weakness, and threaten to stand in the way of her promise to her father. A perfect example being her decision to spare Armin during the 57th Exterior Scouting Mission, which later became the rope that hanged her in Stohess.

This isn’t even touching on Annie’s opinions of her physical self. She is uncomfortable in her body and there is a lot about her appearance that she views negatively, but that should probably be a post all of its own.

It isn’t entirely doom and gloom, however. On a good day, Annie thinks of herself in largely neutral terms, and recognises that she did not choose her circumstances. If left to her own devices, she wouldn’t hurt anyone. At least not beyond the occasional harsh word or swift kick to the shin. At heart, she’s just a girl rolling with the punches, trying to find her way home.

27. If your character had one thing to say to their parents before they died, what would it be?

So I’m of the opinion that Annie’s birth parents are both dead. I still can’t shake the image of her mother going to gallows with her aching, postpartum body, and her father being turned into a mindless titan, doomed to die on Paradis, ajsdhudwb. But if she somehow had an opportunity to speak first and final words to them, they would be: “I had no choice.” No choice in being born, and no choice but to become a monster. At the end of the day, they risked and ultimately gave up their lives to have their daughter. They surely didn’t imagine she would be an inheritor of the Female Titan and an instigator of genocide. Was she worth it? Probably not.

As for Mr. Leonhardt, Annie would struggle to express herself even to him, the man who formed her bedrock. There would be a temptation to say sorry, because death is a failure of sorts, but her father was never one to accept apologies or anything less than excellence. Her need for his approval is a terrible thing, she sorely needs him to truly consider her his daughter and not solely his project. For him, her final words would be: “I did my best. I gave it my all.”