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"---u-ry, -4th, ---, W-ll Mar-a is seal--, a suc-es-fu- missi-n an- long te-m goal fin--ly compl--e. How-v-r, victo-y does not c-me without loss, and ... th-se who sacr-fic-- themse-ve- will not be forgotten. Erw-n, M--lit, as 14t- Comm--de- ... I promise not -- let you down. ..." The letter continues, though the amount of water damage sustained renders it unreadable. Other letters stuffed within the bottle follow the same note, however each dating more recently. Most recent being 2 weeks prior.

@leadheir @l-promised-him

A MADMAN leads - -

… sealed… ..successful mission… … as 14th Commander… … not to let you down…

(”Most importantly… The next Commander of the Survey Corps, will be you, Hange Zoe. I leave it to you.”)

The sunset cascaded into the horizon like a blinding waterfall, as a synthetic forefinger and thumb held the edge of a sea-soaked page as gingerly as it was able - pale lips mouthed words already partially consumed by the sea, as a soft exhale finally escaped the ‘White Eagle’.

So humanity had won, that day… that gambit he had chosen… hundreds of lives for the rest of their fellows…. Despite all of his complaining, about only wanting to prove his father’s theories, of only wishing to see the proof that lay within that basement.. .. he had chosen humanity, instead of his own selfish ambitions… He had told them to scream, and to rage - in the face of that oppression which bound them, even though they all knew well that death was their only destination.

They wouldn’t have gotten anywhere without her mind. She was still confined to hell, it seemed, when he, as a leader, could not even face the results of his own decisions… that mountain of corpses that he stood upon, he had taken her by the hand and placed her a top it, while he had stepped down.

His free hand extended, the button on a white snail pushed, before the receiver of another was lifted.

- - - - Elsewhere, on the Freedom’s Wings, the Den Den Mushi would begin to chime endlessly, until either the call was received or he forced his message through.

“Levi. I have another proposition for you. I left my glasses back within Paradise, and I believe I’ll need them for the upcoming events, my vision is failing me, ever since my bloodhound passed away. I’ve lost my map, so it is up to you to find another way, retrieve them for me, if you can.“

His voice hosted distance, a melancholy edge to the coded words far too evident as the ridiculously browed snail spoke on the ‘Clean Freak’s end.

- - the DESPERATE and ENRAGED

#leadheir #Reports;;Filed #THE MOST FREEDOM;;#We fly because your wings are the strongest;;My most powerful friend #We seek the same knowledge;;You can lead them in my stead #You remain at my side;;I trust no one more #//vibrates intensely

Winter peeled away slowly, gradually; the integrity of a languid, but genuine promise of spring. Yet the room shouldn't have been so cold, that being the case. Odder still, the droplets of condensation that welled upon the windowpanes occurred on the wrong side of the glass. The single occupant's name traversed the intangible breeze within the space. A deep, sourceless breath. A soft sigh. "𝐸𝓇𝓌𝒾𝓃. 𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔?" The weight of a hand settled onto the blond's shoulder...

A MADMAN leads - -

Familiarity was a single method of thousands by which to delude oneself into a standstill - if everything stayed the same, there was no progression, and his surroundings, at this moment, were far from novel.

From his neck hung a rope daringly called ‘authority’, the wings he displayed were still tethered to a higher power’s bedside, and those fresh young faces eager to do all the good in the world they could muster still dedicated their hearts to him, and with no shame, he sent them to die for the sake of peace.The ‘Marines’, or ‘The Survey Corps’, it was the same dance, with even fewer results. Of course, it was a larger world, the ocean was vast - his paperwork was filed, and he sat alone.

Was it, perhaps, because of his desperation, that he sent his only remaining reservoir of strength on ahead, leaving him in a place he believed he could rule? But he had no discord on either side - no theories to dwell on, plans to disallow…… no one to soothe his tyranny into forward momentum, but that was his own folly, he should never have placed such an important piece so far away - - Why now? There was no reason to dwell on something like…

There was breath, and he was alone. A sigh he remembered fondly, and he realized he had likely gone mad, after all.

Brows furrowed just a bit, though the admiral’s expression did not change too substantially, as he allowed what had to be his mind’s desperate attempt at recreating a former solace to even instill a sense of touch where it could never dwell again.

“I had assumed it was obvious. We are seeking progression, just as always.“

He spoke, as though they were still researching their very survival, as though an Expedition was soon to be underway, as salted streaks stained the visage of poise and control that he lived and breathed.

“Unless you mean directly, then I am finishing this paperwork.

Ah.. …I’m sorry, jokes are likely inappropriate, at times like these, …. Mike.”

- - the DESPERATE and ENRAGED

#Reports;;Unknown sender #Reports;;Filed #You remain at my side;;I trust no one more #We fly because your wings are the strongest;;My most powerful friend #We seek the same knowledge;;You can lead them in my stead #ATTACK| |ON THE GRAND LINE #THE MOST FREEDOM;;#//good morning satan

the colder the better. Make those nips all perky on those lovely bara tiddies

“ … ”

He doesn’t know what a bara is, nor a tiddie, but if it increases morale to see a one-armed old war veteran freeze his leather-chapped nipples off then… .. …

………. I… apologize, Father… this… is this progression? Is this what it means to discover a ‘proof of existence’, despite all odds.. … that .. even if I were to perish, right now, in this spot, that someone, somewhere, has acknowledged and insisted that my anatomy is more desirable based on the temperature, and will remember the image for as long as they too survive?

This world is, inevitably, unbearably cruel.

#Reports;;Unknown sender #Reports;;Filed #Commander Eyebrows;;#tiddiesforsunny2K17 #endless struggling sounds

Good day, Master Shirowashi. I hope you are enjoying a peaceful day.

@7hits

A MADMAN leads - -

An intense gaze, with but a hint of amusement at the added honorific - he would hand over a recent report to be signed, as if she was here, she may as well help him with all of this paperwork. It was… familiar, in a way.. the higher you climbed within ranks, the darker the world would become, but these officers, all the way down to new recruits with shining, hopeful eyes, simply wished for justice and a more peaceful world.

“Thank you, Captain Thatcher. Peaceful? Perhaps, but I could still use some assistance. Though, if it doesn’t trouble you, I do not mind being referred to as ‘Smith’, still, around headquarters, at least. Of course, I still expect the title to be adhered to outside of these walls.”

This - was something that the former Commander was far too used to, idle pleasantries amidst a military setting, with the shadow of war hanging over them all.

“Tell me, “

His gaze rested only on the paper before him,

“Why did you choose to join the Marines?” - - the DESPERATE and ENRAGED

#7hits #ATTACK| |ON THE GRAND LINE #Reports;;Filed #//TEO THAT WAS - SO SWEET

wait if you're a marine doesn't that mean you're just a sea paladin?

@exspiravitae

A MADMAN leads - -

“Your innate stigma regarding knights of a holy order aside,

Weren’t you supposed to receive a bat, or did you end up killing it?“

That was another life, Zoen - the Highlord has other things to do than fight the Legion, like arrest pirates, and discover government secrets. But yes, that does technically make him a Seadin, if we’re going to be pedantic. - - the DESPERATE and ENRAGED

#exspiravitae #Reports;;Filed #ATTACK| |ON THE GRAND LINE #child we don't have time for this #get your dead ass on this boat

"... are you psychoanalyzing my sexual preferences?"

A MADMAN leads - -

“.. Am I incorrect?”

#ehnver #Commander Eyebrows;;#Reports;;Filed #You never denied any of it.

tagged by: @l-promised-him tagging: All of my gay sassy soldiers.

muse aesthetic.

remember to repost & not reblog. feel free to add to the list

bold the aesthetic for your muse italicise what can be taken 2 ways.

the softest palms that never want to touch you until after a bottle of wine. / “ just braid your hair if you won’t brush it, at least, you useless girl. ” / pulling on your skirt with one hand as you shuffle away. / “ you’ll get it done before the day is up. ” / guilt that isn’t yours to have. / it’s a crooked game, but it’s the only one in town. / chains. / “ how could you do this to me? ”/ the sharp sting of guilt. / you feel something even though you’re paid to do the opposite. / the family you never had. / falling backwards through time. / quicksand. / drowning, but you don’t save yourself. / “ you’re getting better. ” / “ they smile like a snake.” / you’re the stars and the sky. / there’s a part of you that couldn’t stay away even if you were forced to. / they are your wings, there’s no doubt there. / “ let’s take off somewhere. let’s fly. ” / you edge a bit too close to the sun. / another ghost to take your place after every stumble. / deep roots in the ground slashed open in the sun. / rock candy melting in water. / waves rise and leave the foam behind. / the precipice you call home has a tip you’ll reach eventually. / happiness is the best front a man can take. / “ i’ve never seen someone as beautiful as you before. ” / you disagree; they’re more beautiful. / discomfort at the tiniest of touches. / the sky opens up when you see them. / rain comes down. / poppy fields. / your sanity hanging by a thread. / “ oh god, what have you done? ” / roommates weren’t supposed to be the smartest ones of all. / they’ve got a devil on their shoulder and an angel in their mind. / you try to help, but it only got worse. / now they’re dead, it’s all your fault. /

adam & eve in the garden. / a temptress in crisp button-downs./ “ fuck, you’ve gone off the deep end, haven’t you? ” / they lie so perfectly you almost forget yourself. / the spark that lit the kindling on your funeral pyre. / sugar and spice and a taste for the dark side. / yves saint laurent black opium on your pillow, a scented cloud drifting behind you like a cape. / crisp green apples piled up on the table. / your shoes are sharp, but your wit is even sharper. / what a pretty one, they say. / you laugh without humor. / a soft, hollow spot sits in your chest. / there’s a place you’ll never leave no matter who tries to stop you. / the seat of power fits like a glove. / heavy is the head that wears the crown. / you share a space, but not a mind. / they think you are weak; you are, maybe. / “ what are you going to do with all of these pills? ” / an empty bird’s nest. / broken pencil tips. / there’s an empty paper in front of you that you’ll never fill. / “ we want you to succeed. i hope you can grasp that. ” / “ they weren’t there when it happened. ” / corruption. / there’s a red string tying you together. / the scent of whiskey on the horizon. / “ you’re the best friend i’ve ever had. ” / pink tipped fingers lock in secrecy. / 99 red balloons drifting through a hazy sky. / you try to lift your head up, but it’s so much effort. / always walking on sunshine. / there’s a million reasons to come down from the clouds, but you can’t be bothered. / hair twisted up with glitter butterfly clips like a haphazard mobile. / you drift, but you know where you’re going. / no one has any dirt on you because you’re infinitely spotless. / the empty side of your bed they crawled into when they were nine. / court hearings. / “ I miss you. ” / siblings are a funny thing. / they point out every family-shaped hole in every picture on the mantelpiece. / blackbird screaming / wake in nightmares / are you an illusion? / I don’t feel real.

#Military Files;;Erwin Smith #Reports;;Filed #//gOOD SHIT

☁ = being caught in the middle a storm with them.

Report type - [[◎]] - STILL ACCEPTING. ☁ = being caught in the middle a storm with them.

A MADMAN leads - -

A resounding crack of fading electricity heralded the downpour akin to a Shifter’s dramatic appearance, and the Commander’s steed tensed and halted for a split second, only to be torn from its initial fear by a fierce tug of reins, directing the steed in a full circle so the enigmatic blond was instead facing his current companion. At the same time their uniform cloak would be hauled over blinded features, his flare gun was secured and fired, green smoke drowned pitifully into non-existence by the insistent torrent. Granted, he just wanted to check - there would be no directing their formations in this weather, and he had chosen to secure the route with a single trusted soldier this time.. it was lucky they were already close to an established supply point.

“Levi! The abandoned town. It’s almost nightfall, so making it there will secure our own safety. Hopefully, everyone will come to the same conclusion!”

His voice was a roar in order to reach above the thunderous rain, and without hesitation or confirmation, he about-faced and spurred. Titans were less likely to find them within a structure, and he didn’t want Humanity’s Strongest to waste gas or resources attempting to force combat in such difficult terrain. - - the DESPERATE and ENRAGED

#kusodekaikiyo #Reports;;Filed #Spread your WINGS;;We ride for VICTORY #We fly because your wings are the strongest;;My most powerful friend #//like a date #//but with more naked giants and mud

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