☤ I am a medic, not a mortician ☤ ...transient... ...ephemeral... ...fleeting... ...mortal... || I may have blood on my hands, but it isn't mine. || //Indie oc blog for Combat Medic Bræleigh 'Mercy' Mercer set in the Attack on Titan/Shingeki no Kyojin universe//
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|| Out of Medicine ||
[Thinking about possibly revamping and coming back to his blog? Would anybody still be interested in playing with Braeleigh? I know I’ve been away for awhile. OTL]
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So I’ve reached 200 followers some time ago and I finally have the time to do this follow forever c:
It was actually planned with a picture drawn by my friend but as I don’t know if she has forgotten or not, I decided to do it with this picture instead.
The cupcakes (aka the people I talk to more than just two words)
hanjis-laboratory: You’re a super great Hanji RPer and I really enjoy your presence on my dash and damn, I love our cute little threads. I love the relationship of our Muses.
complanimeing: Ahhhh, you were and will always be one of my Senpais although you’re younger than me but who the fuck cares? I love you and your blog so much and I love talking to you. You’re such a great person, my dear.
socalledwingsoffreedom: Oh my gosh, you are the Levi to my Petra. I love your Levi, darling, and I love their relationship and I love our honey-sweet threads. I basically love everything about you and your Levi and I hope this semester’s going well with you and I can talk to you again soon
responsiible: So where should I start? I’m pretty sure you were the first one I rped here with (if I’m wrong, fuck it) and I really love your Levi. I loved your first blog, when you were still shxrtlevi and I love you now. Gosh, I don’t have any words for our so messed up threads (sometimes) and I enjoy rping with you so much.
annoyingeyepatchbookman: Damn, I love your Lavi and your blog. It’s super cute and you’re a cutie as well, so no words required.
allfictionkumagawa: Hah, I love our thread and I love our Muses’ relationship. And you’re still friendly to me although I always forget to reply (and I’m pretty sure I forgot again D:) and I’m so sorry that I always forget it D: But, dude, you’re great.
legion-of-scouts-and-monsters: Ahhh, my honey c: I don’t know, Pierce, you‘re absolutely great and I’m shit at this stuff. You talk to me all the time and I really love you c:
thesweatygiant: Ayyyy, my dear friend, what should I say? Our friendship started with only wanting to rp and ended in a marriage of my friend Pua and you and in us being BFFs and Pua and me moving in *laughs because only you will understand this*. You’re hella great and ugh, we should finally rp and talk more, damn.
ellia-ithil: You’re muses are so great and so are you, my darling. I love our threads, the cuteness and everything. I don’t know what to say, honestly. Oh, wait, yes: We have to rp again!
Levi’s:
shatteredwingsoffreedom - petiteaile - humanitysgreatest - lamentedcorporal - corporaliisms - ackerisms - soldat-isole - magicalguylevi - steelwingsoffreedom - surveysstrongest - xneurosis - a-heichous-wings-of-freedom-snk - cxrplevi - corporal-cleanfreak - vpeditibus - polishedforsurvival - coeurcourageuxx - the-unassailable - levente-captain-levi - the-clean-freak - alotofheartforaheartlessbastard - aizeos - canisbelli
The Commanders:
charismatic-commander - commanderofblood - perspicacious-leader - commanderesmith - deductorx - das-jagd-kommandeur
The Veterans:
thesquadleaderzoe - lunatictitanscientist - noseysoldat- titan-glasses - ask-kind-petra - malakari-el - sightinadifferentlight - wingsofintxlligence - sardonic-watchdog - xralpetrax - askmikezach
The Military Police:
facinores - actual-marlo- dawknile
The 104th:
bloodofawarrior - findingmyownhonor - little-titan-shifter - caribbean-eyed-monster - femaleren-maleren - hilfskraft - kristaxxlenz - kare-no-hogo - ask-the-potato-girl-braus- cadetbraun - titanxbrat - glass-hearted-annie - yeagxr - eren-thegermantitan - vxnatxr - erenhardheadedjaeger - ackerdude - freckles-and-sniffles - the-hunter-eren - erenthefearless - sasha-braus-archer-boss - vogel-imkaefig - drottningavis - femaletitxn - squadleaderkirschtein - kxrschstein - worth-ahundredsoldiers - roguejaeger - thoughtfulheretic - corationes - dearhistoria - timid-soldier - jeanintheskywithdiamonds - aloisarlert - xprotector - thesweetscout - hbertholt - smileswithfreckles - coppereyedcutie - dxrkmarco - the-warriors-of-humanity - the-adventures-of-fem-armin - lexnhardt - bowhuntressbraus - floweronthebattlefield - thedauperhuntress - arminthewhore - ask-the-uke-marco-bodt - ofredscarves - weltdergrauen - fxrsaken-warrior - half-the-freckles - lioniisms - shifterxhorse - thetearsofdiamonds - annie-leonhardts-ass - verwilderte - goddess-of-the-scout-regiment - lxst-faith - unguibusx - inlesbianswithistoria - barabuffreiner
Blogs I’m totally not stalking:
shingekinopancakes - faux-heart-cosplayer - pumpkincheese - pastel-eruri - jojolyne-relatable - mommylevi - irl-ask-yumikuri
OC’s:
little-miss-freckles - ari-rivaille-ackerman - for-what-is-lost - vesna-perun - chibiwingsoffreedom - flugel-verloren - aetherialauxilium - injured-firefly - virtuxus - confidxntia - titan-hunting-scotswoman
Other people that follow me and I did not know where to put or are from other fandoms or whatever:
lelekpop - askroronoazora - ultimxte-spear - colorfulcreampuff - blackest-heart-prince - juststay13 - dissection-obsession - your-sarah-a-posts - awkward-apparition - barneystinsonsfakewife - nsfw-gmodwithanythingyoudesire - thecoldrussian - ratchulous - cathleiathefox - protecting-and-surviving - raiuookami - sephenasworld - whatevs2000 - lionfeatherstables - darlingofhell - luckied - songbirdlindir - soul-illeatyoursoul-evans - zullianie-loverofall - extremelyoddparents - mpropagat - call-me-levi - ewelllyn - babybat-wings - justalonk - reinumiji - phantomhive-brat - orderxbalance - jxnketsu - cause-of-death-anime-sports - knifemeistersid - fukamitheoctonextdoor - shinozakinaoki - whotakuhime - 50-shades-of-eren-jaeger - akixe - bornfromdxrkness - jrco-disd - little-yellow-lion - opacxm - jaune-arc-natural-leader - trashlord-tsukiyama - mcladrykitty21 - lisbeth-rp - fromthepantiestotheannie
In case I forgot anyone - I’m really sorry .____. Furthermore those are the followers before March 28th, so everyone who started following me is not included but I still love you guys!
Thanks for following me! It makes me really happy to know that so many people like my blog! I don’t know what to say, I’m just happy ///./// Again, thank you! I lov you all x3
#????#oh my gosh congrats!!#and thank you so much!#gosh I really should try to be more active on this blog#oops#;;out of medicine
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・ ·̩ 。 ☆ ゚。 * 。* + * ・ 。☆
Rємємвєя мє,
Rємємвєя мє as best you can
So I might Ɩινє,
συтƖινє my lifespan
☆ * * 。 ゚・ 。゚・ ☆゚ +
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What we can do, we must do: we must use what we are given, and we must use it the best we can, however much or little help we have for the task. What you have been given is a hard thing–a very hard thing… But my darling, what if there were no one who could do the difficult things?
Robin McKinley, Sunshine (via wordsnquotes)
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My biggest fear
is that eventually
y o u will see m e
the way I see m y s e l f
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I am ashes where I was once fire.
Lord Byron, To the Countess of Blessington (via wordsnquotes)
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Braeleigh flinched as he approached her, arms outstretched to embrace her. Her discomfort was short lived though, for the moment he took her hands in his she felt a sense of calm consume her; she was completely at ease despite the fatigue of the previous day. She understood now that his purpose was not to claim those destined for death, but to soothe those who suffered, and she stood in awe of this revelation that something so kind and pure could still exist in this harsh world.
As he drifted to some distance place she gripped his hands, tethering him and imploring him to come back. Although she could not experience his pain, she could recognize the grim expression tainting his boyish features; she had seen it many a time both in the faces of her comrades and patients as well as in her own reflection. Years as a medic had taught her that no words could be said to quell the ache, but a single gaze or a simple touch could speak volumes, for they each knew loss all the same. She allowed the silence to linger between them, affording him the opportunity to speak when he felt ready to do so.
She let a soft sigh slip past her lips at his words, a morose hum in the quiet of the infirmary. A great sadness for the boy filled her chest; to die so young and wander eternity with only the dead and dying for company was a heavy burden to shoulder. "That must be so lonesome," she mused, realizing how similar her own existence was. Sure she had comrades -friends even- as well as her brother, but the loss of her remaining family and countless patients had taught her that distance was the only surefire way to avoid tragedy. At any given moment a familiar face could turn up in her infirmary; no one was safe, no one was spared. "Perhaps we were fated to meet; to keep each other company in our lonesome existences."
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Marco’s eyebrows drew together as he watched the medic seem to relive the horrors of Trost, and without pausing to wonder if he could he stepped forward and gently took both of her hands. His touch was warm but distinctly ethereal, almost more like sunlight or a summer breeze rather than flesh.
"Please," he said softly, "I can see that you have a very kind heart, and your compassion means so much to me… but you couldn’t have saved me. No one could have."
There was a momentary flicker across the angel’s form as for a split second an echo of his own appearance at death rippled across him. Startled, Marco blinked rapidly for a moment and shook his head minutely. He could not see the future, had no special insight into the past, and could not even remember exactly how he had died—did not know what or who had killed him—but it was not difficult to see that much would be different if he yet lived. His death had had meaning and if, even after it, he could do some small part to help relieve the suffering of those that died alone, well, who was he to wish to change that?
With the work of people like this woman, though, there was less suffering to have to relieve, and that was a treasure in and of itself. Marco did not want to see her upset, and in any case there was something that he was curious about himself. "No one alive has ever been able to see me, this me, before.” A rueful smile and a flick of his long wingtips, and he murmured, almost more to himself than to her, "Perhaps it’s because you have seen so much death."
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Braeleigh nodded slowly, her eyes downcast. Despite all the time that had past, the Battle of Trost was still fresh in her mind. The Scouts had been beyond the wall at the time of the breach, and like the preceding expeditions the troops had returned battered, exhausted, and few in number. Retreating to the sight of the fallen wall only served to dampen their already dwindling spirits, and the chaos that ensued broke a fair number of the remaining soldiers' wills. The wounded she had fought so hard to protect perished, along with those who lost their lives in order to evacuate the city. She could recall all too well the stifling atmosphere of hopelessness, the looming sense of dread and apprehension that hung heavy in the air and threatened to suffocate her on that day. The mere mention left her chest tight with misery and her throat raw with the memory of smoke and agonizing cries.
Drawing in a shaky breath, Brealeigh braced herself and cleared her mind of the memory. Her gaze wandering back up, green eyes misted with tears of both frustration and pain; her expression that of utmost grief, but also ferocity and strength.
"I'm sorry," she uttered softly, her eyes darting away again as she turned from him, ashamed. "I'm sorry I couldn't save you..."
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Marco shook his head firmly when she said that she was just doing her job. Perhaps that was true, but it was so important to him that she and others like her helped the sick and wounded. Although it was inevitable that they couldn’t save all or even most, the fact that they even tried kept him from having to fetch even more people than he already did, and those lives were so, so precious.
He took a step closer when she leaned back against the cot, his eyebrows drawing together in concern and his hands rising up halfway as if he would catch her if her legs gave out. The angel paused at her questions, however, unsure what exactly the right answer was. To be perfectly honest, Marco didn’t know for sure if any of this was real, if this unlife he was leading was anything more than a long dream he was having right in the moment before his own death.
"I was real,” he said after a moment, hesitantly holding out one of his hands for her to touch. "I died at Trost. Now I don’t… I don’t really know what I am."
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"Hm? Was I off the mark? I just assumed what other reason would he be jealous of your relationship? But I suppose I never was good with that sort of thing," Braeleigh replied with a shrug, waving off her faux pas.
"Oh? Hows that?" she wondered, continuing to tidy up a bit as they spoke.
Eren turned a bit red. “Love..? N-no…I didn’t mean relationship like that…” He wasn’t even sure if Mikasa saw him that way. “Carried away…yeah I can believe that. But if you knew her, you’d understand why she’s like that.” Stifling a yawn as he turned a page, he listened to her next comment and nodded in agreement. “I guess you’re right, though it’s also made things harder for me too, growing up anyways.” It wasn’t as big of a problem here, because most people in the Survey Corps didn’t care what others thought.
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"It’s harder than you think, telling dreams from one another."
Braeleigh hummed in acknowledgement. "Pleasant dreams are hard to come by these days; it's mostly just wishing to live another day."
#bardstefen#did the thing#[good choice I love that song! then again I love all of them] [FYI I also responded to our other thread ; )]
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sometimes i marvel at the fact that people actually tell me they’re intimidated by me or scared of me when i am??? the embodiment of this gif???? thats literally all i am

why afraid
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Sentence Meme; Bastille edition
"You said you always had my back but how are we to know?"
"This is your heart, can you feel it?"
"I feel overjoyed when you listen to my words"
"You said we were born with nothing and we sure as hell have nothing now"
"Do you understand that we will never be the same again."
"The future’s in our hands and we will never be the same again."
"How am i going to get myself back home?”
"This is just another night and we’ve had many of them."
"If you had your gun would you shoot it at the sky?"
"But if you close your eyes, does it almost feel like nothing changed at all?"
"Does it almost feel like you’ve been here before?"
"Are you drifting way beyond what’s normal?"
"For you this is just a good time but for me this is what I call life."
"When you just can’t shake the weight of living."
"It’s been cold for years, won’t you let it lie?"
"Any opportunity you’re there but what is there to gain?"
"These streets are yours, you can keep ‘em. I don’t want them."
"We’ll walk upon these streets and think of little else."
"Get up off my feet and stop making tired excuses!"
"And passing through I think I see you in the shape of other women."
"Tell yourself this is how it’s going to be."
"Won’t you teach me how to love and learn."
"There’s a hole in my soul, I can’t fill it. Can you fill it?"
"Don’t listen to your friends, see the despair behind their eyes."
"Don’t listen to your friends, they only care once in a while."
"Look who’s digging their own grave."
"Dig them up; let’s finish what we started."
"Are you going to age with grace? Are you going to age without mistakes?"
"It’s not about control but I turn back when I see where you go."
"It’s harder than you think, telling dreams from one another."
"Tell me a piece of your history you’re proud to call your own."
"I’ll see you in the future when we’re older and we are full of stories to be told."
"All the things you’ve said and the things you’ve done…"
"Can you stand the person you’ve become?"
"Where do we begin, the rumble or our sins?"
"How am I going to be an optimist about this?"
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How would your muse describe mine? Don't sugarcoat it. I am genuinely intrigued.
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do u ever look at someone’s characterization of one of ur faves and just sit there offended on behalf of the character
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anything you say can and will be held against you so only say my name it will be held against you
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