I just want to know who your fav (Fanfic or not) authors are?
oo hmm… as for fanfic writers my faves are @cupofdaydream, @sayaanara, @lyssala, @kuchenackerman, @ladywongs, and @kasaism (I know them all for ere*ika pretty much, they are the first ones to come to my mind ^^;)
and as for books, I think I’d say my favorite author is Paula Hawkins o: who wrote girl on the train, which is my favorite book atm. Also Scott Westerfield (?) who wrote that trilogy(?) that started with the book called ‘The Uglies’ but I never got to finish the third one :x and ofc john green, I really liked Paper Towns :D
I haven’t really had a chance to read a nice book for a while so my authors list isn’t that great ^^;
Would it be okay if you write Mikasa having a mental break down? Like everything around her seemed dull and she forgets who she is for a second. Tysm~
omg, I feel you totally get me as a writer! This is write up my alley ;D (ahah I’m sorry, pls don’t subject me to pun-ishment :x)
anyway thanks sm for prompt! I liked writing this, and as you’ll be able to tell i kinda took it a bit further… somewhat my ‘headcanon’ of the ackeraches but very highkey o: like a far worse situation….you’ll see what i mean when you read ^^;
sorry this took me so long!
fair warning, this got pretty graphic so read at your own discretion!
enjoy~
All she hears is muddled, a jumbled mismatch of words, syllables, and pitches wavering at the same time, as if a thousand entities smashed together, and she can’t pick out one from the other. All she sees is a blur, green trees and brown trunks and green capes and blue sky and white clouds and everything she can think of has swirled together into a color she can’t place, a picture she can’t envision, and it’s all too much, she’s pounding from the inside of her head to get out, to escape, because the pressure is too high, it’s almost unbearable, she’s burning but freezing at the same time, and it’s not better when she closes her eyes, squeezing out tears of frustration, gritting her teeth, as her knees buckle, and she clatters to the ground, screaming, but no one can hear her.
But when she opens her eyes, it’s all the same, nothing’s changed, the sky she saw only moments before fizzes out, turning an eerie blood red - when she notices the ground is the same - and so is everything else, splashed with the dark color she is so familiar with. It’s red, red, so red, it’s all she sees, everywhere she turns.
Though the worst is yet to come, she turns to her right and there she sees, a pair of clear blue eyes, glassy and unmoving, permanently fixated upon the sky that used to be of the same color, and on the left, a pair of emeralds, devoid entirely of their sparkle, cold, lifeless, and frozen in terror.
She’s convinced it’s not true, it can’t be, but when the looks around - that’s all she can see, and she can look for no longer than a second, the bodies of her friends, family, all that she has ever known, and come to love, strewn apart as if they were ragdolls, limbs in positions that physically cause her pain, visions so graphic that she has to look away - and she is too stunned to cry - so she does not. Sits still, hands limp at her sides, and she looks to the sky.
But she is still human, and try as she might, two rivers are flowing down the sides of her stained cheeks, but she is still silent, and there is only one question she can think of, one word she can croak out, even though she knows that no one is listening: why?
She looks at her sides, and her lip quivers, as she covers her mouth with her left hand and gently closes the two pairs of eyelids, for the last time, and all she can think, is: why?
Her family, is all she sees, when she opens her eyes or when they are closed, for the gruesome scene does not leave her, all she sees is her family, which she never seems to know very long, or perhaps it’s just that no matter how long, it’ll never be long enough: because families are supposed to stay together, and she’s sure they would, but -
She lets her head hit the ground, and she takes both of their hands - which are still warm - closing her eyes again.
I’m not needed. This is over.
And this thought she maintains, when she feels herself being lifted to the ground, lets her arms hang loosely as she feels all of the blood rushing to her brain, does not make a sound as she hears the unmistakable one of teeth sinking into her flesh, and yet - she feels nothing.
“Mikasa…” a voice beckons, from a plane beyond. But it is a soft echo, and she’s sure she’s just hearing things.
“Mikasa…” the voice returns, perhaps a little louder, a bit more convincing, and this time, she strains to open her eyes, tries her best to ignore the pain, and musters what strength she has left to listen, because, maybe it really is something.
“Mikasa…!” it calls again, almost yelling this time, so clear she can almost place it, so she tries, it hurts, hurts so bad, but she tries, again, and again, she strives, she struggles, and she does it again, until -
“Hey, Mikasa, are you okay?”
“…what…?” she wonders if there’s been a change in her facade, that’s what she’s most worried about. Has she maintained the face she needs to?
“You were staring off for a good five minutes, and you didn’t reply when I asked you if you finished.”
Her eyebrows furrow. “Finished what?”
Armin points to the pile of wood at her feet. “Gathering the firewood?”
“…right…”
She pauses.
“Are you okay, Mikasa?” He looks concerned, taking a step closer to her. “Are you running a fever, or something?”
And it bubbles at the back of her throat, eager to spill out of her mouth, and she wants to tell him what happened, whatever she knows of what happened, tell him that really, truly, she’s scared, she’s tired, this, it’s really hard, and she’s sure he knows that too, but really is it her place to do that? Does he deserve to harbor more pain? He is still staring at her, wide-eyed, with a concerned expression, so of course not, he shouldn’t be subjected to this, she can’t do this, won’t do this, because it’s not right to him, and -
“Mikasa?”
She shakes her head, swallows thickly. “I’m fine.”
“Are you su-”
“The sun is almost set, let’s walk back,” she says softly, though Armin’s mouth is agape, as though he still wants to say something, and she understands why: even she doesn’t believe herself.
But after a few moments, she hears his footsteps follow, creating a soft swish in the grass as he follows her.
I'm light of love your mutuals/followers day I have popped into your inbox to say that I'm glad we met and that we're mutuals now. Our relation over piano (and other things) made us bond faster than I thought we would ❤️thank you for following my blog despite only being reblog and shit. And thanks for being a cool person ❤️❤️❤️❤️ ily
awwwww Fayeee ;u; ilytoo, i’m so glad we met and that we can relate so easily :’DD thank you too for being such a sweet and lovely person ;3; <33333
o: actually no haha, it’s a colored manga panel :B I used to do many colorings but I haven’t really felt like doing any recently :c
But when making this acc I saw that dramatic pose of mikasa where she looks ready to slay with wind in her hair too so ofc I had to make it my icon, and I thought it would be nice to add a bit of color as well!
Is this Nati? The blessed owner of mikasaackerman835? If so I had thought you'd left!! It's very nice to see you again! If this is not you then I have made a complete fool of myself
jarrod!!!! my bro og :’)) yess it’s me ^^
the blessed owner omy laskjdf i missed you sm!!
yea i had left for a bit but i’m back (for now at least) :D
o: lel nah, I’m way too impatient to do things like that :B I let the hair do what it wants, *sometimes* it looks nice and I accept it ^^; and thanks! You’re too sweet ;u;
Oh yes! I'm really loving your own little stories you've been sharing to us lately. (I always seem to read them the moment you post them and it's almost 2 am in here haha rip me lmao) Thanks for posting them! Say, do you recall when did you start writing?
very glad to hear it! ;u; my pleasure to post such things~
start writing… well i only explored other creative writing after going into fics a little :p so by that standard i think maybe…only like a little over 1 yr ago? o:
