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yo – give this a reblog (likes are weak and will not survive the winter) to promote a remade levi ackerman of snk. independent, private, selective, ready to :knife: and penned by jesper.

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actually, i’m doing it now. this blog is officially an archive. i’ll be following people from my new blog soon -- and, again, moving a lot of threads and stuff over there!

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yooo heads up that this blog’s gonna be archived soon !

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brazcns replied to your post: MEET THE MUSE NAME -   levi. ARE YOU SINGLE ? - …

can i just reblog this and call it a day thx

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petra vc: im telling hange you said that

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can i just reblog this and call it a day thx

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doing that last post reminded me that -- levi has been through hell and back, he struggles with an incredible amount of grief and trauma and very real mental illness, but, as i portray him, he has never seriously wanted to die. that’s why he said “no” to the “wanted to disappear” question. he’s mourned his friends and family who has died, he’s hated his life, he’s hated the choices he’s had to make, he doesn’t think he’s a good person or that he will get any sort of happy ending. he expects to die before the war is over, because it seems impossible to throw himself in death’s path over and over and not eventually be struck down.

but, though he wants to rest, though he wishes he could believe that there are loved ones waiting for him (he doesn’t believe that, really; the world isn’t that kind), though he’s tired and he’s sad -- he has never actually hoped for death, never been suicidal. he is willing to die. he accepts the likelihood of death. he will consign himself to a deadly mission if he believes it’s the best choice (aka, his suggestion of taking on zeke alone while everyone else escapes).

but he does not want to die. despite everything, that simply isn’t in his nature. he learned at a very young age that he would fight tooth and nail to avoid death, that he would kill and maim and give all his strength to avoid death. he can accept that death is coming for him, but he cannot lay down his arms and meet it. he will always fight to survive. he is a survivor.

a part of him wishes that wasn’t the case. a part of him wishes he could simply let go; it would be easier, less exhausting, not to fight so hard, not to rail against death with everything he has. but he is a survivor, and while he will meet death when the time comes, he could never seek it out.

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MEET THE MUSE

NAME -   levi. ARE YOU SINGLE ? -  is that any of your business? ARE YOU HAPPY ? -  i don’t see much to be happy about. ARE YOU ANGRY ? -  not particularly. ARE YOUR PARENTS STILL MARRIED ? ➔  they never were. BIRTHPLACE ? -  the underground city. 

NINE FACTS

HAIR COLOR -  black. EYE COLOR -   grey. BIRTHDAY -  december 25th. MOOD -  already tired of sitting through this. GENDER -  male. SUMMER OR WINTER ? -  that’s a preference, not a fucking fact, but -- winter, whatever. MORNING OR AFTERNOON ? -  morning.

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

ARE YOU IN LOVE ? -  oh, we’ve reached the shitty intrusive part of the interview. DO YOU BELIEVE IN LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT ? - no.  WHO ENDED YOUR LAST RELATIONSHIP? -  nobody. HAVE YOU EVER BROKEN SOMEONE’S HEART ? -  not to my knowledge. ARE YOU AFRAID OF COMMITMENTS ? -  look, the truth is, in this world, the way we live, the closer you get to someone, the more it’s going to hurt when they die. so yeah, you could say i’m fucking cautious. HAVE YOU HUGGED SOMEONE WITHIN THE LAST WEEK ? -  no. HAVE YOU EVER HAD A SECRET ADMIRER ? -  it’s possible. not that i’d know about it. HAVE YOU EVER BROKEN YOUR OWN HEART ? - who hasn’t?

SIX CHOICES

LOVE OR LUST ? -  love. LEMONADE OR ICE TEA ? - lemonade, if you’re making me choose. tea shouldn’t be cold. CATS OR DOGS ? -  all pets are dirty, but cats are better. A FEW BEST FRIENDS OR MANY REGULAR FRIENDS ? -  do i scream “social butterfly” to you? a few best friends. WILD NIGHT OUT OR ROMANTIC NIGHT IN ? -  “romantic” is questionable, but i’ll take the night in. DAY OR NIGHT ? -  day.

FOUR HAVE YOU EVER

BEEN CAUGHT SNEAKING OUT ? -  yep. FALLEN DOWN / UP THE STAIRS ? -  does it count if i was pushed? WANTED SOMEONE / SOMETHING SO BADLY IT HURT ? -  yeah. WANTED TO DISAPPEAR ? -  no.

FOUR PREFERENCES

SMILE OR EYES ? -  eyes. SHORTER OR TALLER ? -  taller.  INTELLIGENCE OR ATTRACTION ? -  intelligence. HOOK-UP OR RELATIONSHIPS ? - neither is exactly a priority, but i’m not interested in hook-ups.

FAMILY

DO YOU AND YOUR FAMILY GET ALONG ? - i haven’t had a family in a long time. WOULD YOU SAY YOU HAVE A “ MESSED UP LIFE ” ? -  i wouldn’t exactly call my experiences “normal.” HAVE YOU EVER RAN AWAY FROM HOME ? - it wasn’t home anymore, and there was no one left to run from. not sure it counts. HAVE YOU EVER GOTTEN KICKED OUT ? -  people have tried.

FRIENDS

DO YOU SECRETLY HATE ONE OF YOUR FRIENDS ? -  when i hate someone, it’s not a secret. DO YOU CONSIDER ALL OF YOUR FRIENDS GOOD FRIENDS ? -  the people i’m close to are the people i’ve gone through hell and back with over and over.  WHO IS YOUR BEST FRIEND ? - what, you’re really making me throw around words like that? ...hange, then. don’t fucking tell them i said that. WHO KNOWS EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU ? - nobody alive.

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erwin.

Sinners  are  always  to  be  held  accountable  for  their  actions.  There  was  a  time  when  that  mantra  would  repeat  over  and  over  in  his  head  as  he  stood  AT  THE  TOP  of  the  pile  of  corpses  below  him  ,  boots  slick  with  blood.  If  anyone  got  what  they  deserved  ,  it  would  be  him  ,  the  one  who  dared  to  make  the  skies  and  heaven  his  own  with  TAINTED  HANDS  even  if  it  had  cast  him  out  for  that  very  reason.  It’s  the  boy  who  threw  away  revenge  against  the  men  who  had  stolen  the  only  family  he  had  ,  remorse  and  loneliness  swallowed  behind  grit  teeth  ,  to  give  up  his  heart  and  HIS  RIGHT  to  emotions  for  a  dream.

It’s  why  he  still  doesn’t  understand  WHY  HE’S  ALLOWED  this  warmth  on  his  lips  ,  beneath  his  fingers  ,  that  he  should  be  thoroughly  deprived  of  however  many  times  he  lives.  HE’S  A  CRUEL  MAN  ,  Levi  knows  this  most  of  all  than  anyone  else  having  been  put  in  a  position  a  lifetime  ago  ,  forced  to  choose  and  Erwin  had  put  him  there.  Levi  can  do  better  than  this ,  than  him.  He’s  always  taken  from  Levi  ,  friends  and  family  and  loyalty  ,  putting  Levi  in  a  difficult  situation  on  that  rooftop  and  ultimately  in  the  end  ,  a  kind  heart  like  Levi’s  can’t  seem  to  stop  giving  to  this  WRETCHED  SOUL  of  his.

Every  little  reaction  he  can  draw  out  from  Levi  ,  every  bit  of  this  soft  side  that  shows  itself  in  the  most  subtle  ways  are  all  committed  to  memory  ;  the  way  Levi’s  feelings  are  LAID  BARE  for  him  within  those  eyes  that  have  seen  too  much  ,  always  naturally  guarded  but  not  now.  Erwin’s  always  loved  that  UNYIELDING  FIRE  of  a  free  spirit  that  burns  in  them  ,  lining  the  outer  rims  of  grey  eyes  that  he  habitually  looks  into  every  chance  he  gets  up  close.  

The  heat  of  Levi’s  hand  over  his  heart  stirs  a  KIND  OF  UNDERSTANDING  between  them  that’s  never  faltered  under  the  pressure  of  titans  and  corrupted  humans  ,  found  within  the  BRIEFEST  OF  MOMENTS  with  words  that  meant  more  left  unsaid.  It’s  in  the  way  Levi  holds  onto  him  ,  lips  fiercely  claiming  his  own  so  he  responds  in  kind  ,  his  free  hand  splaying  over  Levi’s  that’s  against  his  chest  ,  fingers  entangling  in  the  spaces  between  Levi’s  smaller  ones  in  a  sort  of  fist  THAT’S  TOO  FAMILIAR  ,  amusingly  similar  to  a  salute  that  meant  something  in  another  life.  In  a  way  ,  he  is  dedicating  his  life  again  ,  not  for  the  good  of  humanity  or  a  dream  greater  than  himself.  This  time  ,  IT’S  TO  ONE  MAN  who  deserves  everything  good  the  world  has  to  offer  and  if  he’s  a  small  part  of  that  ,  he  would  do  all  he  can  so  Levi  could  live  life  ,  not  just  survive  it.

He  pulls  away  first  ,  breathless  as  he  pulls  Levi  to  him  by  the  back  of  his  head  ,  LEANING  IN  until  their  foreheads  touch  and  letting  himself  drown  in  grey.    ❛   I  never  got  to  thank  you  ,  you  know.   ❜   A  small  huff  of  a  laugh  escapes  his  lips  at  his  own  morbid  thought  that  would  ,  no  doubt  ,  KILL  THE  MOOD  but  he  just  wants  to  say  it  ,  vague  as  it  might  be.  He  had  meant  to  say  it  when  his  vision  was  blurring  into  black  with  nothing  else  on  his  mind  except  for  the  fact  that  he  was  glad  that  he  was  on  the  roof  with  the  sky  above  him  being  THE  LAST  SIGHT  that  he  saw.  Somehow  ,  the  last  thought  that  crossed  his  mind  was  that  Levi  would  understand  even  if  he  hadn’t  said  it  OUT  LOUD.  He  doesn’t  add  on  anything  else  as  his  arms  scoop  under  Levi’s  legs  without  warning  to  carry  him.   

❛   Thank  you  ,  Levi  –––––––––––     ❜   For  everything  up  until  now  ,  for  the  ENDLESS  LOYALTY  AND  TRUST  despite  orders  that  weren’t  explained  ,  never  stopping  even  past  the  discovery  of  Erwin’s  own  personal  dream  that  had  bred  doubt.  For  offering  him  the  words  he  had  NEEDED  TO  HEAR  before  the  suicidal  charge  and  for  letting  him  go.  It’s  for  choosing  him  again  in  this  new  life.  A  faint  smile  graces  his  lips  ,  OPEN  IN  ITS  AFFECTION  ,  the  corner  of  his  eyes  wrinkling  as  he  does.    Thank  you.

     he remembers echoes of this. not this, not his hand entangled in erwin’s between their beating hearts, not his body tucked against erwin’s larger one like it was molded there -- but he remembers drifting to sleep in erwin’s office feeling safe, feeling protected; remembers quiet moments when he watched erwin’s silhouette hunched over a desk or standing tall before a crowd of recruits or sitting astride a horse looking up into the skies and felt a peculiar twist to his heart, felt the enormity of all that erwin was and all that he would ask of levi, and understood that he would meet it head on with something that was more profound than devotion, more enduring than loyalty.

     he wonders, sometimes, what they would have been, what they could have become, if things had been different. as he was then, he had spared little thought for things like romance; there had been no time, no energy to spare, and anyway, the closer he let people to his heart, the heavier their death would be. erwin’s was hard enough, with nothing between them but that sky-vast, unnamed thing. levi has always thought that he knew better than to waste time on ifs -- but that was before he found out that he existed across multiple lives, multiple worlds, and suddenly the ifs seemed endless.

     erwin pulls back and levi lets him only reluctantly. even now, in a life where they don’t stare despair in the face every day, these moments can feel urgent, and it’s too easy to get lost in them, to fear that when they end it will be for the last time. levi’s breathing hard, but he doesn’t shy away from erwin’s gaze as he brings their foreheads together (though he can’t help but think how ridiculous they must look from the outside; how far does erwin have to bend, for their faces to be level?). predictably, erwin is saying something as sentimental as it is vague, and levi wrinkles his nose slightly, pulling a little farther away to avoid the hot puff of erwin’s laugh.

     “for what--” he starts, only to be cut off by erwin’s sudden movement. without warning, he’s being scooped into the air, and finds himself unceremoniously carried in erwin’s arms. no matter what kind of moment they’ve just been having, he’s tempted to swing his legs around erwin’s neck and use his weight against him, toppling them both over so that levi lands on top, back in control -- the scene plays out in his head for a split second, and then he dismisses it, settling for crossing his arms and frowning up at erwin’s stupid, sappy smile. “if you were literally anybody else, you’d be on the ground right now with my elbow at your jugular,” he grouses. “the fuck are you doing? and what exactly are you thanking me for, you sentimental shit?”

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Oh so levi and erwin kinda did have feelings for each other

getting the official font was a mistake.

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"what do you think would have happened?" his voice breaks the sunset-silence, a murmur as warm orange light turns erwin's hair golden. their fingers are tangled together. "if you hadn't died." (he can say it without flinching now.) "if we'd actually defeated the titans the way we wanted, stopped worrying about who'd be eaten next. do you think we'd ever have been..." he gestures between the two of them, "this? or were we always too fucked up for that?"

It’s  rare  of  Levi  to  broach  the  subject  of  his  death  like  this  ,  without  the  brief  glimpse  of  pain  that  seems  to  take  hold  EVERY  TIME  they  skirt  around  it.  The  very  mention  of  it  brings  about  his  endless  guilt  to  the  surface  that  he  still  keeps  buried  for  having  caused  Levi  such  pain  ,  for  putting  him  in  such  a  situation  that  still  haunts  them  both  ,  even  now.  He  had  left  behind  a  terrible  burden  for  Levi  ,  with  barely  a  choice.  It  had  been  cruel  ,  there  was  no  other  word  for  it  ,  not  that  it  was  anything  new  coming  from  him.  He’s  just  sorry  that  Levi  had  to  experience  it  too  when  he’d  known  the  terrible  responsibility  he  was  placing  on  Levi’s  shoulders.

❛  Oh  ,  I’m  sure  we  would  have  managed  somehow  ,  as  we  always  have.  ❜  His  answer  is  light  hearted  despite  the  gravity  of  the  question  as  he  takes  in  the  bleeding  horizon.  The  sky  had  been  so  clear  ,  so  defyingly  blue  that  day  ,  when  the  voices  around  him  faded  into  the  background  and  all  that  was  on  his  mind  was  that  he  was  lucky.  He  had  always  expected  to  die  alone  which  would  have  been  a  fitting  ending  for  someone  like  him  ,  who  had  committed  too  many  atrocities  that  he  could  NEVER  ATONE  FOR.  

Even  if  he  hadn’t  died  then  on  that  rooftop  ,  he  would  have  been  doomed  to  die  thirteen  years  later  anyways  from  what  he's  been  told.  This  alternative  ending  is  even  crueler  for  Levi  than  what  had  originally  happened  in  his  opinion  ,  slowly  dying  and  wasting  away  with  each  passing  day  in  front  of  Levi  for the  consequence  that  befalls  all  titan  shifters  wasn’t  what  he  would  have  wanted  ,  for  Levi’s  sake.  He  doesn’t  find  it  necessary  to  say  all  of  it  though  ,  too  morbid  in  front  of  such  a  serene  view.  ❛  It  would  have  been  a  shame  if  we  couldn’t  move  on  and  find  a  bit  of  happiness  after  all  we’ve  been  through  ,  especially  for  you  in  particular.  ❜

The  hand  intertwined  in  his  feels  so  small  in  comparison  but  so  FULL  OF  WARMTH  too  as  he  gives  it  a  small  squeeze  of  comfort.  His  head  turns  slightly  ,  blue  hues  meeting  stunning  grey.  ❛  You  of  all  people  deserve  all  the  happiness  that  this  world  has  to  offer.  ❜  A  soft  ,  apologetic  smile  graces  his  lips  ,  almost  sheepish  as  if  he’s  the  butt  of  a  joke  ,  trying  to  pass  this  off  as  less  serious  than  it  is.  ❛  And  I’m  sorry  that  it  has  to  be  with  me  again.  ❜  He  wishes  that  Levi  could  have  a  genuine  chance  at  true  happiness  that  didn’t  have  him  interfering  with  it  ,  in  a  world  without  him.  It  may  have  been  Levi’s  choice  to  choose  him  again  but  that’s  only  because  of  the  history  they  share  together  ,  filled  with  TOO MUCH  PAIN  to  even  be  considered  good  memories.  He  hopes  that  in  another  life  ,  Levi  can  forget  the  old  memories  and  create  new  ones.  If  the  universe  could  grant  him  that  one  favor  ,  he’d  happily  pay  the  price.

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❛ You understand why I did it? ❜

❛ Why have I not seen you? Where the hell have you been? ❜

❛ Did I offend you? Sorry. ❜

❛ I heard you the first time. ❜

❛ Where’s your sense of wonder? ❜

❛ My dear brother, at times you make me wonder whose side you’re on. ❜

❛ You know how much I love my family. ❜

❛ Do you understand? ❜

❛ None of us knew if we were gonna go back home again. ❜

❛ You’re too hard on yourself. You always have been. ❜

❛ Trust me, that’s not the worst thing. ❜

❛ Tell me we’re not speaking of this. ❜

❛ Why do you read so much? ❜

❛ Look at me and tell me what you see. ❜

❛ Does loyalty mean nothing to you? ❜

❛ Keep away from me! ❜

❛ Are you afraid? ❜

❛ What are you doing here? ❜

❛ I’ve done nothing. ❜

❛ I tried to stop it. ❜

❛ I don’t like threats. ❜

❛ I understand the way this game is played. ❜

❛ Get out! ❜

❛ Power is a curious thing. ❜

❛ You may survive us yet. ❜

❛ Can that truly be you? ❜

❛ I thought we were friends. ❜

❛ Yes. I heard how happy you were. ❜

❛ Why does everyone assume I want something? ❜

❛ You’re an honorable man, a just man. ❜

❛ Tell us the truth. No harm will come to you. ❜

❛ Please don’t make me say anymore. ❜

❛ We would never betray your confidence, I swear it. ❜

❛ Ah. That’s a pity. ❜

❛ I have no doubt you will prove equal to this challenge. ❜

❛ You have two days to decide. ❜

❛ What if I never want you to? ❜

❛ Does that amuse you? ❜

❛ You know nothing. ❜

❛ You know I didn’t have a choice. ❜

❛ You always knew who I was, what I am. ❜

❛ I have to go home now. ❜

❛ I know you won’t hurt me. ❜

❛ I do know some things. ❜

❛ I know I love you. I know that you love me. ❜

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anyway i literally have to leave, like, right now, but uh

catch me still 100% emotional over how levi will, whenever possible, choose the option that saves people? it was levi’s idea for erwin to retreat on eren with as many recruits as he could save in shiganshina. he admitted that he didn’t really expect it to work, but he was willing to go after the beast titan alone to give everyone else the greatest chance of survival.

when he had zeke under his blade, he hesitated because he was thinking about who he could save. isn’t there anyone still alive? 

the very first time we see levi, when erwin orders a retreat back when the battle of trost is happening, levi angrily asks whether his men died in vain. he is always thinking of honoring the sacrifices of his soldiers. 

part of the reason serumbowl was so brutal was because making levi choose between one life and another is a terrible thing. he can make sacrifices, he can make difficult decisions, he understands when death is unavoidable -- but his entire being screams to save whoever he can. that’s why he fights. that has always been why he fights.

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jean.

        ❝     i’m sorry   ———       ❞        nine.    NINE PEOPLE.    jean had never thought a     NUMBER     could mean so much,     could leave such an impact   …    and yet.    NINE.     that was all that life has left for them,   that war has wanted them to live with:     nine individuals to carry the    HUNDREDS AND THOUSANDS    who no longer could carry themselves.     jean wonders if levi feels as    HEAVY    as jean does sometimes,     if commander hange is going through the same burden,    but    ———     none of that really matters now.    for so long,   all they’ve done is    FIGHTING.    another mission is another struggle to see if     EVERYBODY    can make it out alive.   now,   at the very least,   they’re able to     SIT BACK    and just evaluate whatever mystery dr. jaeger has left for his son.  now,   at the very least,   they’re given    TIME    to just mourn for a bit.     jean wonders briefly if his parents are waiting by the door,    PRAYING    their son to come home for a visit,    and he wonders if he can have that time-off,   will he have the time to    TALK TO MARCO    for a little bit?       ❝     ———   for commander smith,   for your lost.   you,  uh   -    you fought bravely,  captain.      ❞       jean isn’t sure what    MORE    he could say:    he just wants levi to know that his sacrifices    HADN’T WENT    unnoticed.    even if it’s difficult.   (   but then again,    when isn’t it ?   )          ❝     thank you.     ❞

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     he should be used to this.

     he is used to this -- it’s worse, a worse blow than any they’ve experienced yet in terms of numbers, but it’s the same thing, isn’t it? it’s the same damn thing. his mother. kenny. isabel. farlan. every member of his squad. people died in the underground every day. people died in the survey corps every expedition. he’s used to it. he’s numb to it. his life has been one long flirtation with death. you’d think, eventually, you would stop hurting. you’d think, eventually, you’d feel nothing at all.

     there comes a point where feeling everything and feeling nothing are near indistinguishable. 

     he adjusts to the motion of his horse, eyes sweeping the terrain around them mechanically, searching for a threat that won’t come. they came with hundreds. they leave with nine. his fingers are tight around the reins, skin pale, still prickling-hot with the phantom burn of evaporating blood. a part of him is still drenched in blood. a part of him is still pinned on the rooftop, too weak to fight back (and what a terrifying thing that is, too weak to fight back). he looks past them. shiganshina is behind him. there’s nothing to do but keep going.

     there’s nothing to do but keep going.

     except it wasn’t supposed to be like this, was it? levi had never given death the dignity of shaking its hand, but he’d come to accept, long ago, that he would face it eventually. it was an understanding he thought he’d shared with erwin, though they never said it aloud: one day erwin would order him to die, for the good of humanity, and levi would do it. one day there would come an enemy that only levi could face. 

     he’d thought today was that day. he’d offered it -- a chance to let the others escape, while he went in alone. instead, hundreds of soldiers died so that he could take down the beast titan, and he failed. 

     he failed.

     his knuckles are white from gripping the reins. despite the exhaustion, there’s a desperate storm inside of him. is this what his soldiers died for? so that he could hesitate, praying for somebody to save? should he have ever been given the damn serum in the first place? you’ll be entrusted with this because of your ability to make an on-the-ground decision. that’s him, is it? the man who can make tough decisions on the field. the soldier who doesn’t hesitate. 

     you misjudged him, erwin. the ability to sacrifice lives on the field for the greater good -- that was your expertise, not levi’s. he should have killed zeke. he should have slit his throat the first chance he got. i swore to him.

     he forces a deep breath through his lungs. there’s nothing to do but keep going. at least now he has something to look forward to, doesn’t he? the beast titan’s throat under his blade. he won’t break his oath.

     he doesn’t look around at jean’s voice; there is no flicker of his eyes, no dip of his head to acknowledge that he’s heard. why should jean be apologizing to him? for his loss? it isn’t his loss. it’s his kill. he’s the reason that erwin is dead. give up your dreams and die for us. he gave the order. he made the choice. and all those soldiers -- they died for him, too, and for what? waste your sympathy on someone who deserves it.

     he is tired. he is so tired, in a way that goes deeper than the physical exhaustion he’d pushed himself into today, chasing zeke down. no regrets, he tells himself. i don’t know what’s right, he tells everyone else. choose what seems best to you. there are no right answers. does that mean there are no right choices? his entire life, he has been swinging in the dark, cutting blindly ahead of him in a search for a path to follow that leads somewhere other than the damp underground. but the damp underground is where everyone goes in the end. he fought bravely. no, he didn’t. he just fought. 

     “if you’d gone to the military police,” he says in lieu of a response to anything jean’s actually said, “you wouldn’t have had to face any of this.” of course there was the whole uprising to think of, but let’s make no mistake; most of the military police never got a damn hair out of place during that whole thing. it was the survey corps who bore the brunt, as it always has been. a chance to escape the death, the horror -- does he ever wish he’d taken it? levi doesn’t know what it’s like, to choose to step into hell; he was raised in one. “do you regret choosing the corps?”

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i have teared up twice writing this response to bella, and that’s the tea

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armisfemale replied to your post: i’ve been playing levi for a year and i still look...

he might be small but he is still full of spite

ah, so just like your muses,

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godcreates replied to your post: i’ve been playing levi for a year and i still look...

its cos its closer to hell ://

heck........you’re right