#zephyrric

[zepphyrs]

old porter scrap from before the grammy’s

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@skeletonsakura / x

for real the reason the titans haven’t won yet is bc erwin was too good looking to fight one on one

fuckckc well looks like humanity is screwed now lmao 

@zephyrric / x

*Puts him in the mabalene commercials.*(whispers) *because your worth it*

when u accidentally model in the middle of an expedition. 

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@zephyrric​ / x

Aww, awkward Erwin is cute. Average looking man pls Erwin pls, don't be silly.

HE LITERALLY SEES HIMSELF AS AVERAGE AT BEST IT PAINS ME TO WRITE IT 

@delincuenta / x

"grey face, you need glasses" me: /shoves isa off, i agree w/ the anon, i will always love u commander handsome /sobs

erwin is literally just like *lowers glasses down bridge of nose @ isa* i’m screaming though lena my son is beautiful guys when will he wake up???

[spanish-snake]

muse aesthetic.

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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. / “ you knew you were wrong. ” / “ you grew up too fast. ” / the lion and the unicorn. / “ who even are you anymore? ” / they spoke in terror. / masks. / ravens. / doves. / “ i felt that i breathed an atmosphere of sorrow. ” / “ resist much, obey little. ” / crown of bones. / salute. / “ it is better to be alone than in bad company. ” / “ get smart and nothing can touch you. ” / “ he was so real he scared me. ” / “ forgive, o lord, my little jokes on thee, and i’ll forgive thy great big one on me. ” /  “ freedom lies in being bold. ” / “ before the truth can set you free, you must recognize the lie that holds you hostage. ” / caged bird. / “ does it make you feel big to make a little boy cry? ” / marching band. / “ the heart of a father is the masterpiece of nature. ” / “ i was born good but had grown progressively worse every year. ” / “ yeah, i’m a piece of shit. ” / cemetery. / “ the snow doesn’t give a soft white damn whom it touches. ”

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@zephyrric / x

I'm like that too, I get incredibly anxious and nervous and super shy, it is sometimes unbearable. Its nice to know someone else feels like this too. If you want, after our muses' have enough bonding time or whatever its called, put me on there!

honESTLY??? why is being a human so difficult. like literally sometimes i’ll just stare off into the horizon for hours wondering how to approach someone and then when i finally do they’re like the sweetest slice of pie and i’m like ‘wtf why was i so nervous??’ and yet the cycle continues. i think part of me is just really cautious and careful because people on this godforsaken website tend to get upset and offended about everything for some reason?? so it’s better to be safe than sorry ultimately. OTL if only i gave 0 fucks like my muse. but omg !! yes o course m’love you were one of the people i had in mind !! 

@savagekind / x

i stopped working on those because quite frankly, i don't think people give a fuck so. i'm slow with messages so people think i also don't give a fuck haha but i do, i want meaningful relationships with people and to have stuff going with my muses; it's just hard. i just kind of sit in my corner. but i totally feel you.

come sit with me in the corner, it’s warm over here and i have tea if you’re into that. but tbh that’s a valid pov, i too am slow with pretty much everything even though i try my best and i don’t want that to translate into me not giving a damn but i realize everyone has different levels of sensitivity and it may sometimes come off that way?? but idk why it’s so hard to have really meaningful and developed and fun relationships whether its romance or friendship or even like hatred?? i feel as though everyone’s so fast paced these days and wants everything right away and i’ve never been that kind of person so it’s very hard for me ,,, but honestly with this blog i feel as though i’ve been very lucky to find a lot of people who are very patient and friendly and willing to work with my slow ass lmao. but yeah i mean i’m just nervous by nature. you would never tell because i have a powerful resting bitch face but it’s true lol.

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♚ ( @zephyrric​ ) REQUESTS an AUDIENCE with the COMMANDER.

          it had been a WHILE since last they met.

          despite a memory that withers with age and with trauma, never could he forget the circumstances of encountering such a remarkable person------someone who spoke of such wonders that she may as well have recounted her tales in sanskrit for all that erwin could mentally grasp. you can’t forget someone like that---someone whose experiences almost make the titans seem SMALL.

          silence passes between them for a handful of moments, blue reflected off blue, like the ocean and the sky, with the quiet winds astir in sina the only audio encouraging them to skip the formalities.

          the sharp lines of erwin’s face present an ambiguous smile, one that could only be spotted by the keenest of eyes, by eyes that actively look for it. life inside the walls can take several tolls on an individual, no matter how used to it they are, and for erwin, it means time passes in a hurricane------quickly, violently, and irretrievably. but being faced with her takes him back to the time, months ago, almost like he were right there again, bewildered by the unique way she had faced the titans, and how eager she had been to meet with him. 

          it feels like seeing an old friend. 

          ❛  and what’s brought you back here?  ❜  he asks, finally breaking the memorial silence, ❛ have you some unfinished business, samus?  ❜

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@zephyrric replied to your post.

I am so fricken overjoyed that you came back! I’m literally ugly sobbing right now. WELCOME BACK!! ^_^

yELLS thank you !!! i just ,,, i couldn’t stay away from him much longer, you know? erwin is just such an a++++ character for me and i enjoy writing him so much ?? he’s my son tbh.

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@zephyrric  liked for a book - based starter.

            “NOW  is no time to think of what you do not have.  Think of what you can do with what there is.”  And what was there, in these bodies of theirs?  What did she have that she could do with.  (  what did he?  )  There were times when he felt overwhelmingly powerless, like an ant underneath a boot  --  he could only imagine if she might feel the same. If she could understand that. But that was not for her to know, or answer  --  it was only the fleeting thought of a stranger about a stranger,  gone  as quickly as it came.