#titanfought

[wingsofintxlligence]

“Floch is Eren’s bitch. Pass it on. Also his mama sucks golf balls through a garden hose.”

[meantexist]

it's the pizza delivery man--- wait no, it's just niccolo. who made a gourmet pizza. just for sasha. // @titanfought, unprompted.

       it smells great --- even before she actually gets a good look at it, her mouth is watering with anticipation and hunger; sasha’s practically dancing on her toes, vibrating with excitement as she moves towards the table. isn’t she so dang lucky? oh, someday she’s really going to pay him back for this... somehow... she’ll figure it out...!

       “ is --- what is that? ”       cheese and vegetables and meat and sauce all on a big round... piece of bread? oh my walls, she thinks, eyes wide as she looks eagerly towards niccolo, corners of her lips pulled into a comedically large smile. she could NEVER get tired of niccolo’s cooking --- the day she does will be the day she dies.

       ( and she is NEVER planning on dying, thank you very much, as long as there’s niccolo’s cooking in the world she has ample reason to be alive. )

       “ this looks so GOOD, niccolo! i could just kiss you! ”       hell, she might well just do that if it tastes as good as it smells and looks! she doesn’t want to be rude and just dig in, not when it’s niccolo --- not when he really just cooked this all for her... she should definitely save him some, right? has to have SOME manners.       “ please please please tell me you’re gonna have some too? ”

[hartgave]

“There’s always a tall one each graduation.” Hand gripping her cane, she eyes the cadet. “What’s your name?”

@titanfought​ + Bertholdt Hoover ( starter )

[liberons]

⌜     (     STARTER  CALL     )    ▷▷                        ❛    FT.    HANGE  ZOË   !       @titanfought   :

          ❛     𝐖𝐄'𝐑𝐄   𝐀𝐋𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐘   𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄  .    ❜           𝑎  𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑡   —      his  eyes  dripping  languid   nothing   as  he  stares  hange  down .         ❛      now’s  a  good  a  time  as   any   to  go  around  the    𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞   and  share  our   bedtime  stories  .   ❜

[rulerofthesewalls]

She doesn’t know what to say to him.

Should she ask if he’s okay? It seems like an meaningless question, when they both already know the answer. ...But the way Eren has been acting has her worried. He’s distant, in a way he never used to be... and there’s an emptiness in his eyes that scares her a little. It’s no surprise, though. After everything he’s been through... it’s no surprise that he’s feeling the way he is.

Historia wants to be there for him, but she doesn’t know how.

Eventually, she opens her mouth to speak.

“...You’re carrying such a heavy burden, aren’t you?”

@titanfought​ ( starter! )

[meantexist]

@titanfought​ liked!

       fingers work the tie out of her hair.       “ they asked me if i wanted to come back and work at the bar --- between mikasa and eren, i told them i have my hands full. though, i suppose it’d be nice to have some extra money tucked away. ”       it’s a bit hot in here --- she should open the window.

[meantexist]

“Why did you choose me?” -historia @ ymir // @titanfought, meme.

       amusement plays across her features, ymir’s arms crossed as she leans back against the wall. what a question to ask --- as if it’s that simple, as if it’s that easy. this isn’t a fairy-tale, this isn’t some silly bedtime story where everything’s connected at the end and finds it’s rightful place. but they both know that, don’t they?

       “ ‘choosing’ implies you didn’t have a say in the matter. it’s not that easy, christa. ”       if it was that easy, they wouldn’t be here. if it was that easy, ymir wouldn’t be looking at a woman whose real name she doesn’t even know and surveying her face like fools survey the stars in the sky, seeking out constellations to put abstract meaning in their lives.

       back pushes off the wall, arm looped around paler shoulders with a smirk across thin lips.       “ but if you REALLY want to know --- i see myself in you. i thought you knew that, but i guess not, huh? ”

[meantexist]

“Hear that? I’m alive. I’m right here.” -marlowe @ hitch // @titanfought​​, meme.

       he’s not dead. he’s not dead. he’s not dead. pale green shirt lopsided at the hips, hurriedly pulled on the moment she’d seen the soldiers returning, jacket left strewn over a chair --- she rushes towards that damned idiot with relief written across her face.       ( she’d honestly thought, for a few moments, that he’d died. when she couldn’t find him amongst the returning soldiers --- well, most people hadn’t returned. what a fucking fool, joining the survey corps. )

       “ idiot, ”       she hisses when he speaks, half a mind to slap him, but instead she grabs at the front of his shirt and pulls him in for a hug.       “ don’t do that again. ”       she pulls back to check him over, eyes scanning the bandages and sling --- does he know how fucking worried she was?       ( he’s NOT allowed to go out on some damned suicide mission. not on her watch. it's not like she cares that much about him! she just doesn't want to see 'marlowe freudenberg' on a list of the dead. )