#solusdelusor

[hristus-blog]

" -- Historia," She allowed her name to roll off her tongue like silk, lips curved into a simper. Tiers brushed the flesh of her cheek whilst digits curled about a delicate chin. "Happy Birthday, midget." The shifter whispered, reveling in the sensation a simple touch could invoke. She withdrew, presenting a pink rose. Hazel oceans gazed upon her angelic visage, smirk could merely widening over such vibrant beauty. "One year older, hm? Closer to becoming my wife like I promised."

█⋮x x &—;   A truer verse of her name never breathed so easily past lips before, especially ones tugging with a wry smirk to pour out lofty flattery. Yet the warmth of fingers upon a delicate, pointed chin gave her no mind to the gentle purr rumbling an insult to stature. Instead a demure sigh parts from her mouth and heat rises in swells 'pon applecheeks and its then that she knows better than to bait the taller, freckled one who is consistent with her ebbing teases.  

     Though distraction comes in a simple form, a floral one of carmine hue and silken petals, hardly thorned and presented so neatly by one so rough. A stunning contrast that gives cause to saline mixture to well within cerulean irises.  

     Mewling breaks in the back of her throat as she accepts the gift, holding it in paws so tenderly. "-- Ah, thank you so much, Ymir. This... No one has ever gotten me anything for my birthday before, I..." Words fail to tumble against her tongue in a childish stammer, yet she ceases any attempt only to grasp with a free hand the lapels of a tawny jacket, tugging slightly.

     With garnered height, she arches against worn shoes to press the whisper of lips against a sturdy jawbone, hardly a proper acceptance or presentation of affection but perhaps it'll have to do for now. "... Thank you. And don't say such silly things! You'll make me wish it was my birthday tomorrow too." 

[treulos]

" -- Huh?"

                        †   "Faire mes corvées, Ymir?' 

Better to mutter the words in a tongue that, with any luck, she wouldn't question.

[baciossee]

" -- Huh?"

「‘  ♘;;—       ❝Appena cinque minuti in più...❞ The fatigue-gripped trainee murmurs under his breath at a volume near inaudible, light umber shutters falling dormant over an unfocused gaze as his head lolls forward to accompany his slouch. ❝Questa panca è davvero scomodo...❞ He sits, unaware of the language rolling from his tongue as he falls back into slumber, forehead falling to tap lightly against the wood.

[allegiantrationale]

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Opinion on;

Character in general: Ymir is so great. She’s well written. She reminds me of the average bitter teen even though she’s seen so much more. She’s so realistic and I love that. I can relate to her on a lot of points so she’s a character I heavily identify with.

How they play them: Your Ymir is very new so I haven’t formed too much of an opinion yet? The Mun: A very lovely mun!! I really enjoy talking to you aa. You also do a great Petra.

Do I:

RP with them: Not yet!! Want to RP with them: For sure dude I want to rp with all my TAOL pals….

What is my;

Overall Opinion: A VERY GOOD ROLEPLAYER who will bring justice to Yumiru.

[sacrificusdux-moved-blog]

{ ♔ the art of lying }

   Unexpected. That's what this entire situation was. Erwin wasn't used to situations being out of his grip. He spent hours and hours and hours plotting out every single possibility, deciding who would be involved and what their role would be and everything in between. He couldn't take chances. He had to be absolutely ruthless and put everything into consideration. There was no other way. How else was he supposed to be successful? More importantly.. how else was he supposed to take the trio back home?

   It's crisp outside the walls, breaths leaving parched lips in frigid mist. The safe house the shifters are holed up in has thick walls, but not thick enough to cast out the threat of cold weather. It was a relief there was a fireplace inside. Chopped logs cut from a nearby tree were tossed into the sweltering fire, flame dancing against azure hues. The warmth is soaked in by pallid skin, temperature rising the longer he stands there. He can't waste time, though. He needs to speak to Ymir, figure out what her role in this mission is going to be. If she's nothing but a nuisance, he'll kill her.

   Stepping away from flames, he recalls the words given to him by the two shifters. Ymir was locked away underground. Wise choice. She wasn't to be trusted just yet. Her ability was useful. He would use her most important person against her. Historia Reiss. Temporary loyalty over the safety of the girl. The blond had to disregard his personal feelings to the side. Yes, he cared about Historia, but he cared more about his mission. Bertholdt, Reiner and Annie were his main concern. He owes them home. Has been owing them home for several years.

   Footsteps lead him underground where the dancing titan is being held. Along with him, he brings hot soup. She wasn't a prisoner. Not feeding her and completely isolating her would work against him in the end. He was expecting hostility. It was logical for him to do so. Being kept underground would have anyone infuriated. Weight is shifted down, wooden bowl set right in front of her. One of her cuffs is undone. "If you shift, Reiner and Bertholdt will kill Historia. Eat. You look pale." He doesn't mean to start off with aggressiveness, but if she shifted, he would die. He can't die just yet.

   Azure optics are set upon the female before him, body moving into standing stance once more. "You already know me. I'm Erwin Smith. Thirteen commander of the Legion." A pause, shoulders straightening. "I am also Reiner's, Bertholdt's and Annie's superior. I'm the one who gives them their orders. I want to know more about your shifting ability." His tone remains aloof, though there's authority laced behind it. Historia's life is being held by a thin thread, after all.

[allegiantrationale]

☠ ~

    Children aren’t supposed to die before adults. This is what her mother told her when she would leave the home for expeditions. It was always far too much for the child to bear. “Why can’t I just go instead of you?”

    Now she understands why adults should go first.

    She motions for Female type to adjust the slain girl’s body. Zoe brushes dark locks from her face, shuts lids over eyes far too wide open. This will give Ymir a bit more dignity in death. She shakes her head, tsks. This is not one of the sacrifices she had been willing to make.

[movingonwards]

"You owe me." ~

"Owe you? Why would I owe you for something like that?"

The brunet male questioned as he looked down at the girl that had commented to him. He wasn't confused as to what she wanted to be owed, but he did find it odd that Ymir would want something form him. What would he have to offer? Servitude? That would be it, and even this would be a stretch for that. 

[baciossee]

♆, ϡ , ღ

♆: BODY HEADCANON.

    Marco’s body is covered in freckles, has been since he was born and always will be for as long as he lives. This is not something he has an issue with, though that isn’t to say he likes them. Rather, he’s indifferent to them as a whole. To him, they resemble flecks of dirt or someone flicking a paintbrush onto his skin. Which is not a bad thing, and the self-observation is made without negativity towards the subject at all; it’s merely his own idea of what they look like, without any emotion given to the thought. He will accept compliments if he gets them, though he doesn’t agree, and he will ignore insults if thrown his way, though he couldn’t care less about them.

ϡ: MENTAL STATE HEADCANON.

    Marco, while mentally stable, suffers from anxiety. Nothing terrible and easily masked, but due to the high standards he sets for himself it gets to be too much at times. He’s aware he can’t meet every standard of course but that does little to help when he’s alone and left to think about all the could be’s and should be’s and best and worst case scenarios. Anxiety attacks don’t last long and they’re few and far between, but there are times when he can feel himself getting worked up and merely gravitates to the nearest person, striking up conversation or placing a hand on their shoulder or arm to ground himself back to reality.

ღ: LOVE/SEXUALITY HEADCANON.

    While Marco ‘loves’ everyone, generally, and is an amazing friend to all, it’s actually rather difficult for him to fall in love. Because he’s so kind and caring when it comes to everyone, it’s hard to distinguish between normal affection and something more, treating everyone as equals and thus keeping them all on the same ground without favoritism or stressing too much or too little about any one individual. Because of this, it’s hard to push someone up into a more important bracket (minus his family) and thus falling in love with someone is hard, being more affectionate, hard. It takes him a while to even notice he’s fallen in love, not that he minds once it’s registered, but he won’t even notice he’s placed someone higher on the scale of importance until it suddenly smacks him full in the face that they matter that little bit more to him.