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[tactician-at-work]

@thestoicsmith liked for a starter!

“Oh! Welcome back sir!”

Armin grinned as he stood up from his table. His wrist was throbbing with writer’s cramp and he looked quite tired. Who ever knew that flipping through hundreds of papers would make you extremely tired? Even though he was excited to have a break, he was always happy to see him for other reasons, yet he couldn’t put a finger on it...

“Is there anything else you wish me to do?”

[raltheangeloffreedom]

"This stays between us."

The morning after starters.

“So this didn’t mean anything to you..?” Sure it was hard enough for Petra to wake up with a throbbing headache, But to hear something like that, which counteracted what sweet things he said to even get her into this position hurt her. 

“Is it because you’re with someone?”

@thestoicsmith

[humanityscleanliest]

Drafts in Progress

Okay so things seem to be working now and I am writing while catching up on the Walking Dead. In the meantime my queue will spit out the considerable amount of RP Memes I have gathered in my drafts in my absence which was actually more than I thought... Anyway feel free to send any of them and I will answer after my drafts.

Under the cut are a list of owed threads, if you think you should be on this list or have more threads than stated then message me!

Threads owed:

endless-mxses: 1 (Your starter! Thank you~) sweetiemagnolia: 1 humanitysmartest: 1 thestoicsmith: 4 (I found your starter and I am sorry I missed it!) diefreiheitsquad: 1 the-hunter-eren: 2 (Plus Kuchel) kenny-the-ripper: 1 flxgelderfreiheit: 1

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🔰 replied to: ☕

“No matter what kind of wisdom dictates you the option you pick,

                                  no one will be able to tell if it’s right or wrong…”  

    ☕—He didn’t raise his eyes from the strict and rigid folds of the nondescript chair posed behind Erwin. It wasn’t being employed; Erwin was currently standing, a daunting figure of disappointment and admonishment. Thus, though the chair possessed the integrity of proper construction and steadfast intent, it was a useless thing. A device of no importance, until the moment it was sought out. Being just a tool of its creators, did it genuinely exist in the interim of disuse?

   Levi’s habitually halved gaze lifted, to survey Erwin Smith’s face. He saw a noble bone-structure, assertive expressions, fair hair and bright eyes. He also saw the Commander shake his head, aware and dismayed, it looked like, by a cold realization. The motion left a hollow in the pit of his stomach. There was no quotient by which to judge betrayal, he knew that. The younger soldier sighed inaudibly, posture still holding the cordial salute of their heart-bearing oath.

                                     『 “I think I need some time.” 』

   The sudden declaration bid his eyes to widen, a thousand protests crowding his throat at once. He would have much preferred one of Erwin’s monotonous lectures, or a threat towards his insubordination; a complaint partially wreathed in military protocol, but mostly inspired from the pole of humorlessness and inscrutability he expected Erwin wore in place of the average human’s spine. To insist on distance, on time, instead...

  Too far. It was immediately too far from the broad back he’d resolved to follow. To assume that there would be time after time, it was a luxury they of the Survey Corps, of the Human race, did not possess. He would regret it. If he walked out of their Danchou’s office, stubbornly accepting to ally with his pride instead of offering the shame of an explanation... if Erwin was left to accept that his subordinate would obscure certain dismal truths from his reports... he would regret it. 

  A bitter mouth opened as its master stepped forward abruptly, the rise of sound reached the back of his tongue - eager to alleviate... alleviate...? What? What good would it do? It was true, there had been a falsification listed in the peculiar casualties suffered in the city during that certain gambit. This was especially so in the instance of one rotten bastard. The accusations, the sordid insults he had spat at Erwin’s back had kindled a wrath in the younger soldier that had not been resolved through restraint and diplomacy, Erwin’s favored tactics. It was true that the swine had fallen later the same day as so many others had, but it was untrue that his death had been a Titan’s handiwork. The reason why his wounds were reported as unconventional by the Garrison forces, was probably due to the unconventional instrument applied to demise.   

   Yes, he’d killed the pig. And if he saw him once more, in the same place, with the opportunity to make different decision today, he would kill him again. Over and over - as many times as that bloated tongue and entitled squeal scraped at Smith’s name.  

  “Nothing special to report.” That’s what he’d claimed back then. And it was fine, until the Garrison ran an investigation at the prompting of some whiny, wealth-soaked ingrate who was unfortunate enough to have borne a relation to the dishonored cadaver. ...but was that what he should tell Erwin? That he’d lost his temper at the provocation of some hairless maggot, and murdered him in cold blood like he was just a shitty thug, a jackal feeding off the dying to live one more day? Was that what he should say? That he smashed the bastard’s head down into his own ass with the busted pole of an awning? That even at the end of the confrontation, the vermin pissed his pants and begged for mercy without once recanting what he’d said about Smith?

    ❝When we’re on an expedition...❞

  Levi averted his gaze, carefully sidestepping the complex mire of emotion that pitched at the center of his throat. His hands tensed, driving crescents of frustration into the heel of his hand.

         ❝You’re usually fairly skilled at avoiding damages to yourself.❞

    He was too possessive, he knew that. He was a raw, feral thing, playing pretend at civility. He knew that. And half the time, surrounded by them, he didn’t even feel human. But his comrades didn’t ask it of him. Levi had come to feel that the kind of thing he was, it seemed fine here. And so, it was invaluable - this place, the Corps, these idiots. This man.  

    So it was fine if one pig had died. They couldn’t prove anything it hadn’t been the aftermath of a Titan’s rampage. And it was fine if it meant he, himself, was still some worthless murderer from the Underground. Erwin spent the entirety himself for Humanity’s sake; spent out his blood, his lifetime, the future he might have otherwise had, the family that would have benefited from a competent husband and devoted father. Knowing this, Levi didn’t mind spending his humanity out for Erwin’s sake.

         A forced, resentful scoff issued a prelude to the point he was trying to make.

   ❝Inside the walls, though, you do a really shitty job at watching your own back, Erwin. And surely you don’t accuse a blade of letting you believe a lie every time it intercepts an enemy’s strike. Was the failed attack the lie? Or was the negation of damage? I can’t believe someone like you is fond of drawing such an insignificant line.❞

   What in the hell kind of explanation was that? 

     Still, his arsenic eyes trained in on Smith, reviewing the Commander’s countenance with an eagerness he wasn’t conscious of; hoping, almost, that the older soldier would somehow comprehend such a clumsy, aggressive sentiment.

                                  —until you arrive to some sort of outcome from your choice.”