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fiber here ! with another muse, this one being very dear to my heart; as she is my first & only successful oc that i take great pride in ! if you like oblivious, adventurous & cheerful lil demons — then pop this a like / reblog if you’d like to interact ! don’t worry, she doesn’t bite … much

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fiber here ! with another muse, this one being very dear to my heart; as she is my first & only successful oc that i take great pride in ! if you like oblivious, adventurous & cheerful lil demons — then pop this a like / reblog if you’d like to interact ! don’t worry, she doesn’t bite … much

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fiber here ! with another muse, this one being very dear to my heart; as she is my first & only successful oc that i take great pride in ! if you like oblivious, adventurous & cheerful lil demons — then pop this a like / reblog if you’d like to interact ! don’t worry, she doesn’t bite … much

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Just letting you all know that I’m most likely going to ditch Ymir, as I am bringing back my OC & don’t really feel all that welcome in this fandom now. If you would like to stay in touch, shoot me a message & I’ll give you the url to my new blog or my discord (if you don’t like OC’s.) See ya on the flip side.

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I’m a master of speaking silently—all my life I’ve spoken silently and I’ve lived through entire tragedies in silence.

☪ Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Meek One (via: canonization-of-love)

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          a moment to tilt skull as claws are forcibly swatted away from gaunt flesh ; a look , as if clearly comprehending accomplices threat . a guttural growl of her own , regardless of means to produce coherent speech .           clawed digits tangle amongst flaxen tufts , knotting   &   coiling , tugging to rid her fingers from the mess   —   perhaps it wasn’t a good idea to touch in the first place .

@leonherz

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( PETRA )

    the special operation’s squad has always been held in high regard, talked upon with respect and honor by the other scouts. even after all this time it feels strange to her to be looked upon with such esteem, she is still just a soldier like anyone else. noting the young soldier’s salute, she copies one hand over her beating heart with the other clenched behind her back.

           “ hello, ymir. it’s nice to put a face to the name. “

    she had been briefed with the general information of the new recruits, who they were, their rank, basic stuff. petra, however likes to delve a little deeper, establish a bond with them. part of it is to ratify the trust they have, that way when in danger she’ll know they have her back & vice versa.

                   “ i’ve been asked to show you to your new quarters. “

        it seemed odd that someone of such a high rank would be tasked with escorting a NEW RECRUIT to their quarters , but she knew it wise not to question orders   —   after all , the likeliness that SOLDIERS of inferior rank were out on missions of their own was quite high .

        as if lips were frozen shut , SHIFTER remained silent in company ; it wasn’t a show of disrespect , no   —   proof , rather , that talking wasn’t a strong point , even when displaying such diligence towards higher-up .         her steps fell in accordance behind that of her superior , eyes wandering   (   almost cautiously   )   around her new encampment . the barracks back at the training ground felt almost claustrophobic , so it was definitely a comfort , knowing that this space was much more open   &   she would find it easier to rest , without the troublesome feeling of comrades breathing in her ear all night .

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( CHEWTOY )

— he growls, a warning of annoyance, curls of steam between his teeth. What a nuisance. Cut it out, will you ?!

        she continues , disregarding his obvious irritation   &   warnings . she’s pulling his cheek along with it now   —   they don’t call her the JAW TITAN for no reason .

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( HANJI )

          The screams were muffled by the rag in his mouth. Hanji carefully peeled the skin off of the man’s fingers until she heard footsteps getting closer. She placed her utensils aside and fixed her glasses. ❞ I’m busy ❞ The brunette’s voice was cold and harsh. She picked a different instrument, something which resembled an eating fork but with many tiny spikes on its tines. ❞ Oh, Ymir, didn’t know it was you. ❞ Her voice changed, more bubbly and lively. ❞ Don’t mind me, I just need to extract some information. You can join in if you want. ❞ She smiled. The victim’s eyes were wide, almost popping out of the head. ❞ Or you can just watch, whichever you want. ❞ // @rancorve

         revulsion stitched itself `pon coarse features , nose contorted   &   scrunched at the stench wafting into her senses ; it took all of her might not to turn   &   vomit . piss   &   blood , the worst kind of mixture   —   she couldn’t quite fathom how the SQUAD LEADER was able to put up with it for so long , even she had her limits .

             ❛   as appealing as that sounds , i think i’ll pass .   ❜   a choice for the better .   ❛   could we talk outside   ?   don’t mean to pull you away from your work , but it smells like shit in here ... with all due respect .   ❜   she added oh so politely , before foot scratched through the dirt   &   she had exited the entrance of the tent   —   despite being of higher rank , she knew her SQUAD LEADER would act in accordance ; she couldn’t turn down one of her SOLDIER’S , after all .

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( RICO )

Rico noticed the sickened look on some of the Garrison soldiers’ faces. They were presumably not used to seeing this much gore, not prepared enough despite all the psychological exercises. She saw a couple of troopers vomiting off in the cleared area and understood. They could have been rookies or simply not used to seeing this much grotesque imagery given the relatively mundane life inside some areas of the walls. 

The blonde looked back at the Titan when she heard the hissing of steam escaping from its nape. The sound caught the attention of the other soldiers who were busy with the bodies, they appeared more tense as they feared that it could have been something else other than Ymir. Even when discovering that it was simply their Titan companion, they still had their doubts with the presence of a powerful being such as her. 

Rico approached the woman who had emerged from the now-evaporating form of the Titan; a butterfly emerging from a cocoon, Ymir appeared to be relieved that she was free from what appeared to be a claustrophobic casket. The squad leader looked to the rubble that Ymir was unable to pick up and nodded for the size of the indicated rocks were way too big for the small form of the Titan to carry. 

Rico shook her head. “I’m afraid Eren is too busy having discussions with Commander Hanji and the other Scouts. The Queen is probably attending to different matters.” She replied, unaware of Ymir and her feelings towards the newly-crowned queen, Historia Reiss. “Do you need help in getting yourself free?” She asked as she unsheathed her blades. 

         as if rusty drill plunged into the caverns of ears , SHIFTER recoiled in disgust at the mention of YEAGER’S other “ duties , ” as far as she was concerned ; he was skipping out on the mess he made , the lives lost    —   &   he was to blame ... no , they all shared blame , guilt   &   those exact thoughts plagued her mind like some parasitic disease .             ❛   no .   ❜   response gruff   &   betraying no amount of anger , frustration had already flooded her demeanour , that much was clear .

          limbs ripped fiercely from GOLIATH husk , visceral-like tendrils splaying   &   disintegrating amongst the mess of steam . one final pull   &   slender frame was torn from disgusting CREATURE   —   backwards , spine impacting `pon terrain with a sickening thud . sickening indeed , as the urge to vomit rose to the back of her throat   —   prevailing with a hard swallow , it ceased to push .            weary , rustic hues came to admire the sky , hues of orange   &   red bleeding into the clouds   —   night was approaching , but not before the sun gave out it’s last light .

           her limbs seemed to have frozen in place , arms spread out either side , resembling a cross . exhaustion wracked her bones in bouts   —   sleepless nights , days in which she worked herself to the bone , hands bloody   &   scarred   &   yet ... she saw no end for their turmoil in sight . perhaps it was just pessimism ... perhaps it was the truth .

            ❛   are you   &   your SOLDIER’S done yet   ?   i’m starvin’ .     ❜  

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:o you edit too???

I do. :j

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Sharing this here, because I’ve been killing myself with edits for awhile & finally produced something that isn’t utter garbage.

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                                                             what’s                   a                  soulmate                                                                                           ?

                                                                                         her.

   indie. priv. selc. RAVEN.                                                                                                        indie. priv. selc. KAT.                                                                            of GRAVITY DAZE.

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         tugs on his ear , whilst also in TITAN form   &   perched comfortably `pon shoulder . she’s basically a pupper .

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