#zahyou

[erudianokabe]

—KEITH SHADIS SHOULD GET THE GIRL.

[usurpcr]

❝  you seem utterly unaware of your effect on the people around you.  ❞  | early eren also gets this too but from floch. they should kill each other

❝ huh? what’s that supposed to mean!? ❞ his voice raises as he steps closer. the two had been increasingly clashing heads in the aftermath of shiganshina the tension between them often coming to a head. the smallest remark, or a well timed scoff and an eyeroll enough to set the boys off. now, eren's eyes narrow, glaring up at the other. ❝ out with it. say what you mean, floch! ❞

[zekedies]

𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐇 ( @zahyou ) said,  ❝ it is like a nightmare; i expect, each moment, to wake to relief. but there is no waking.   ❞

— mouth  opens  yet  no  words  come  to mind.    lips  in  turn  press  into  a  thin  line,    sideways  glance   towards  him.      jean  longs  to  offer  him  comfort,    to   say  the  right   things.      he  just  doesn't  know  how.      scratches  at  the  back  of his  neck.     clears  his  throat  before  speaking.      ❝  i  know   . . .  that  day  was  tough.   for  all  of  us,   but especially  you. ❞  !!   shit.   that   sounds   bad.   sits   up   straighter,   cheeks red. ❝  not —  not   that  i'm  saying  you're  weak  or  anything.   you're   not,   floch.    i  just.   you  know   . . .  you   . . .  saw   different  things  than  we  did  that  day.   thats  all   i  meant  . . . ❞  dammit.    he's   bad   at   this.    exhales   heavily   before   placing  a  nervous  hand  on  flochs  forearm.    ❝  you  can  always  talk  to   me,   you   know   that,   right.  ❞  jean   offers  lamely,   an  equally  lame  squeeze    to  his  arm  that  jean  meant   to  be  comforting,   not  creepy.     it  felt  creepy.      ❝  —  if    you   want  to,    i  mean. ❞

[usurpcr]

zeke  (   @zahyou   )  said,     ❝  strange  that  such  a  small  kindness  feels  like  grace.   ❞

 —  small,    bloodstained   hands  drape  the  scarf  around  her  neck.    child  voice  promises   warmth  and  security.   the  night  eren  met  mikasa.  witnessing  their  beginning  anew. a  tightness  takes  hold  of  his  throat.   cant  tear  his  eyes  away  from  the  scene  before  him.     he  is  aware  of  their  fathers  voice,    aware  of  his  brothers  presence  beside   him.   it  was  an  essential  memory  of  grishas;    protecting  mikasa,   bringing  her  home  with  them.  she was a crucial part of his  mission.    this  night,   the  end  is  already  set  into  motion,   long  before  erens  inheritance.   destiny  had  dictated  his  short  life  at  every  turn.   . . .    words  pull  him  back  to  himself.   a  quick  sideways  glare  towards  the  elder,    forces  down the  lump  in  his  throat  that  threatened  to  unravel  him.   ❝   yeah?   what  do  you  know  about  grace?   ❞

[usurpcr]

uncle eren can you come pick me up zeke took away my ipad again for saying "can i" instead of "may i"

❝   that bastard.    i'm  on  my  way  over.     do  you  want  me  to  beat  his  ass?      yeah...    i'm  gonna  beat  his  ass.   ❞ 

[erudianokabe]

@zahyou

I don't want to hear any more of this… How many more times was she going to be reminded of the battle that transpired at Shiganshina? How many more times does she have to relive the nightmare of seeing her comrades get pummeled to death with the force of a speeding boulder? Wasn't it enough that she had to see it the moment her eyes closed at night… that she also had to be haunted by it during her every waking moment? The souls of their fallen, Kiomi felt as if they were there staring at her, waiting to see what she would do with the sacrifices that have been made.

She wasn't the best soldier. How could she be when she originally didn't believe in the cause they were fighting for? The only reason she could perform her duty was due to the fire that had been sparked by someone else's convictions. He believed in it so fervently that she had already been infected before she realized that she was. She couldn't even tell when she truly began to give her heart and soul for the cause… which was why she was willing to let anything that Floch said slide. She wanted to keep her silence. Kept her mouth shut when he told Hitch about Marlowe; kept her mouth shut when Floch was admonishing everyone's decisions and behaviors when the choice to save Armin came about. At least you had a chance to save the Commander… was all she could think about listening to Forster whine and complain. After all, it was Floch who found him first and brought him to where Captain Levi was. When she managed to steal her consciousness from the grasp of death, all that she could do was follow whatever figure she saw moving… only to witness the most indecisive scene play out during a time where they couldn't afford to waste time. I don't want to hear any more of this… And again, she was prepared to let everything slide until one question surfaced. "WHOSE SOLDIERS DO YOU THINK WE ARE?!" In that moment, it felt like something in her snapped as she yelled and hurled her crutch at Floch. Her injured leg off balances her and she crumbles to the floor, but who cares? This was nothing compared to those who died that day.

"We keep pushing forward even if–!" Even if he's gone. It was the only thing that they could do now that they've lost Erwin. Bloodshot eyes glared at the other. Whatever cool she kept no longer existed. Kiomi hated being reminded that Erwin was dead, a reality that she's forcing herself to face. "I agree with you that Armin should have died that day." She said, struggling to rise to her feet– shaking, aching in more ways than she could possibly explain. "…but even if that's the case, I won't let you disrespect Commander Erwin's decisions!" Barely even able to keep herself steady, she limped over to Floch just to grab onto the collar of his uniform, trembling fingers curling against the fabric tightly.

"You don't get to decide what Marlowe felt based on your own assumptions! You don't get to decide whether the captain made a lapse in judgement! You don't get to rob anyone one of their honor by saying they regret being there and fighting! You don't get to decide if their deaths were meaningless!" The piece that she had hoped to withhold was aired out as she remembered everyone who fought that day. She'll continue to keep the memory alive, refusing to forget what everyone dedicated their hearts to– refusing to forget what everyone threw their dreams away for.

[erudianokabe]

a wild carla appears. flashes a small smile when she notices keith sitting alone. she's still busy taking care of another patron's order.

If he was being completely honest, a wild Carla can appear any time.

He raises a hand in greeting to acknowledge that he'd seen her; an awkward grin following suit. Even if she didn't take note of him in the establishment, that young pretty thing was always sought out by his eyes the moment he steps in. If I'm lucky, maybe we can talk the moment she gets a break. That'd surely be the highlight of his rather dry and dreary day.

[erudianokabe]

@zahyou

Really, sometimes. He didn't know what he could expect of himself.

First, he told himself that he'd stop drinking. But well, even for his own self-expectations, that escalated a little too quickly. Can't even recall when he made himself that promise now that he was sitting alone at the bar with a glass of scotch on the rocks. For the headache that he was nursing, he needed something stronger than beer to ease that shit away.

Keith knew what he got himself into when he decided to pass up on the position that the academic board was offering him. Frankly speaking, he no longer saw himself in the same light as he did years ago. His shortcomings were like a slap in the face when he reevaluated the work that his peers had done; don't even get him started about Erwin Smith who had been apprenticing under him a few years back. That man was a natural born innovator… more so than he ever could be. So the older man settled, settled to simply work on the sidelines, hoping to shape better minds than he did when he was so disillusioned by his own ego.

However, no one told him that the sorry excuse for maggots that he handled as a class was going to be so nerve wrecking. Even Carla's kid was there; and damn if the boy wasn't a spitting image of his mother. Taking in a deep breath, Shadis would lift the glass and look at it. Swirling the contents, ice and all, keeping it raised as if to toast. "Here's to–"

He paused, looking around as if searching for something. A cause, a reason, an excuse, whichever entered his mind first. "Here's to you. Hopefully you don't have a shit show of brats that's too stupid to think with their heads for a change." Because seriously, what the hell was up with that rice ball girl? Literally no common sense whatsoever. And that was just one student among the many.