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I logged into the wrong account on accident lmao ??

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The Rumbling pt.2: Electric Boogaloo

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👫 owo

     —   jäger mimics carla’s mannerisms,  it’s very subtle at first but there comes a point where the others feel like they’re being scolded by a giant mother figure.  there’s a certain stare he’s perfected,  not necessarily a glare but it’s one he’s received before from carla that works on getting him to simply stop on his tracks.  i think it’s fitting when it comes to him fighting in place or protecting humans,  and he’s tired at the lengths of how much trouble they can get into.  sometimes carla wishes she can do the same as him:  picking up the kids by the scruff of their necks like a bunch of kittens.  even the veterans receive some of that treatment,  levi swears that jäger picked up that sassy look from someone and carla denies that she could ever be a bad influence on her son the behemoth.  if she’s not there to let the other adults feel like carla would disapprove of some of their choices then jäger will definitely let them know.

     —   she treats him more human than not and she doesn’t care how strange that would seem,  she cares for him as her family after all.  for example,  carla doesn’t like the experimentations hanji sets up even if jäger is doing fine and can regenerate anyway.  she insists on treating him after,  like taking him for their own time to spend together,  mostly always a simple walk where she can speak freely and give him all the pats in the world.  she’s big on physical affection,  whether it’s to pinch his ear playfully or give his nose a scratch,  she does it all with a motherly touch.  ( this may also bleed into the fact that she can’t bear her own children in this au. )

     —   “there is a first time for everything” and everything from the first time of meeting an intelligent titan to having anything to do with it later on is a bar over insane,  and carla has always been the cautionary non-risk type,  except these moments would also lead to some of her most favorite memories.  nothing has beaten the view of the horizon while on the shoulder of a 15 meter titan who put you there with such delicate care,  it really opens up perspective but more than that she could see the thrill of it.  while jäger may have learned carla’s body language and how to incorporate it himself,  carla learned that while she appreciates the simple things in life being able to see and admire the big picture,  and the very big picture,  doesn’t belittle everything else.

     —   this is more of me imagining a very cute moment more than an actual headcanon but...  carla,  before the fall of wall maria,  would go out in the evening to visit jäger as she would go during the time where a titan would be less active.  putting it simply,  it’s as if she was going to tell him a bedtime story and say goodnight.  she always loved how attentive he looks when she talks to him.  this habit picks up again when jäger,  carla,  mikasa,  armin and the rest of the 104th are in the SC;  all the kids bundled up around or on the titan as carla tells a story.  good,  blessed found family.

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why cant I just bite people when they piss me off like what's the fucking issue here

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stands on his shoulder so she can be tall too :>

( ... This, again ? ) The behemoth shifts, rolling a cautious eye over his shoulder to land his heavy gaze ‘pon Historia’s cheeky expression  ... but nothing comes of it. Even so, his ears pin themselves back / flat ‘gainst his skull, far from the range of her reaching hands and petulant tendency to tug at them. He grumbles, shortly, under his breath: SETTLE DOWN ... ‘S not my fault if you fall off. I’m not even ‘gonna catch your sorry ass, if you do. ( A bold-faced lie / though it’s his hope that such feigned indifference will be enough to deter her from doing anything stupid. )

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So today appears to be a day which gets all the humans buzzing. They seem to exchange tokens of affection. Ever willing to do his part, the Colossal Titan kneels down next to his brother and sets down a very confused and unsettled horse in the grass beside him. He is as gentle as he can possibly be but the animal still kicks at his fingers in retaliation. The Colossus looks at Jäger expectantly. He likes these animals, right? Right. Good. Mission accomplished. (from molochh<3)

                             --- ?!?!

THE COLOSSAL cuts a monolithic figure 'gainst the rolling planes comprising Paradis’ distant horizon, now stripped bare of the Walls that had once loomed so imposingly over its people / only a few short years ago. Jäger, until this very point, had been content enough to simply ignore his stalwart companion in favor of more ... accessible entertainment - ‘til the rumbling of its approaching footsteps unceremoniously jolted him from his preoccupation with a babbling river by the wayside / gargantuan stride meeting him with surprising haste, for as unhurried as his “brother” typically is ... Of the two, Jäger can do little more than gape as the Colossal bends forward, earth trembling as it bears the shift in weight / a great sinewy hand unfurling from an impossible length of arm, outstretched, only to place a --... horse ... ? on the ground next to him ... Huh ?!

It’s a surreal moment of disjointed seconds before Jäger can react, still half-braced for the humiliation of being picked up ( as was becoming an unfortunate habit ). He blinks up at the Colossal, jaw shifting / teeth grinding tight with thought. Meanwhile, the poor horse prances around them in dazed circles, chuffing awkwardly as it chases off the heat of having been pressed flush ‘gainst the Colossal’s searing palm / ultimately rushing into the churning river with delightful whinnies of relief. At least, Jäger thinks, his brother had the courtesy not to throw the damn thing - and it’s with that same thought he realizes: ... oh. A gift. However the hell the Colossal came to know about such an obscure human holiday as this one, it matters little. Jäger himself feels a prickle of guilt pinch at the nape of his neck. No, he’d not gotten anything to reciprocate such an act of kindness ... it hadn’t even occurred to him. Furthermore, does that make him - inconsiderate ? Ungrateful ? AW, JEEZ ...

Jäger pats at the Colossal’s thumb, leveraging himself onto the large plane of flesh, knees awkwardly bumping into knuckled digits. He grunts, halfway embarrassed: OI, LIFT ME UP. ISN’T THAT YOUR FAVORITE THING TO DO, LUGGING ME AROUND ?

@molochh ❤︎

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A decommissioned artillery train is offloaded from the transport and left in front of the titan. The wounds left over from the other night have long since healed (Reiner now once again being the proud owner of TWO hands) but clearly some resentment lingers. Maybe giving Jager something durable enough to be thrown around will smooth some of those hurt feelings over. "I'm sorry for trying to brush your teeth with mint listerine."

FOR ALL of the train’s brutal momentum as it comes barreling down its designated track / spitting white-hot sparks of flashing heat between the wheels’ axels / it comes screeching to a halt with unceremonious fanfare - though, it ultimately serves its purpose as more than enough incentive to pique his already-deprived curiosity, as he steps closer. Jäger’s tapered ears perk forwards with intrigue / spine stiffened, assuming a more alert posture. True: he’s always held a vested interest in the various types of machinery humankind takes such laborious efforts to manufacture ( even if he is rarely afforded the chances to observe them up-close ). Marley, being the authoritarian warmonger that she is, is fiercely protective of her inventions ... less so her Titans, or the Warriors that embody them. This in mind, he stops a cautious distance away, suddenly wary / gaze flickering low to settle on Reiner - asking a silent permission - only to find the man awkward and tense, an almost sheepish expression on his face.

... Ah. That’s it, then: an apology. Jäger takes a long moment to consider his reaction - something he’d very recently gotten into the habit of doing, thanks only to Falco’s divine intervention and subsequent abundance of patience. Indeed, what would Falco do, in this situation ? Hm. Well, of course the boy would immediately forgive and forget, true to form as a principle of his youth, but for Jäger ... the scent of that god-awful antiseptic still lingers, a grim reminder. Then again, seeing as though Reiner has regrown his missing arm - it’s no harm, no foul, right ? Surely the Vice Commander would not hold such petty feelings against him for an act of self-defense that held no long-term consequence. Weighed ‘gainst the opportunity to thoroughly explore something as forbidden to him as that train was - well, perhaps the past could be all-forgiven, in this case.

Nodding, Jäger settles cross-legged next to the track, grumbling as close to a “whatever” as his misshapen jaws can manage. He rocks one of the cars loose, peering inside the tinted windows to level a glare at Reiner on the other side. SO LONG AS YOU DON’T DO ANYTHING THAT STUPID AGAIN ...

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Smells Blood - Devilman Crybaby OST

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fuck it nobody asked but here are height hcs for the 9 Titans lmao

Founding Titan: tallest, after the Colossal, at around 23-26m

Warhammer Titan: consistently placed at 18m

Colossal Titan: typically upwards of 60m. the tallest one ever recorded was just shy of 75m - shortest was about 52m

Beast Titan: depends on the type of animal it takes after / has the most range between about 12m-20m. (the "Ape" Titan is 22m!)

Armored Titan: usually above 15m (probably 17m for Reiner's incarnation)

Attack Titan: solidly sticks to a range of 14-18m (Jäger is 16m!)

Female Titan: either 14-15m (the shortest was at 13m lmao; Annie's is 14m)

Jaw Titan: 5-9m (about 7m for both of the Galliard brothers, and 6m for Ymir's "Dancing" Titan) ... any taller and it wouldn't be able to move around as quickl as it's known for

Cart Titan: 4-5m in height, and 6-8m in length (TINY)

bonus! (spoilers sshhh)

Eren's "Founding" Titan: in the succinct words of Mikasa Ackerman, way too fuckin' big

Founder Ymir's Titan: I think either 80 or 90m ?? big momther 🥺

Rod Reiss' Titan: uh ... large

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Hooks dig into Jäger's back, and propel Sasha upwards until she reaches the titan's shoulder, atop which she gracefully lands, like a bird visiting an old friend. Without a word, but facetious grin pulling her lips, she finds a spot of skin on his cheek that is *not* teeth, and plants a quick kiss right there and then. Then, just as quickly as she had come, she leaves, bye Jäger have a good day Jäger.

THE HUNTRESS’ approach is heralded by a mechanical whirring as she takes to the skies / nimbly steering herself ever upwards, spitting pulsing jets of pressurized air into the midmorning quietude ( and abruptly breaking whatever concentration Jäger had been mounting upon the distant tolling of a church bell in the village neighboring Headquarters ). For his part, he hardly even notices the barbed talons dug deep into the meat of his shoulder - though he is sure to turn, albeit unconsciously, away from the angle of her blades / ever mindful of his nape, and The Doctor’s low warning: ( protect it, protect yourself ). Nevertheless, he greets Sasha with a curious tilt of the head, halfway expectant for some kind of explanation. To his knowledge, this early hour of the day was usually reserved an occasion the soldiers simply referred to as “break-fast” - something to do with food and the communal habit of eating together ... which held no significance to a Titan such as himself, but apparently meant a great deal to the humans who participated in it, of which Sasha did avidly and with tremendous vigor. But, regardless, here she is: perched atop a gargantuan form, honeyed eyes gleaming with mischief / the distinct bow of her lips strung taut, almost -- nervous --- ?

... Oh. Jäger can only blink, stupidly, as she pulls away, dropping back to the ground without any further fanfare / the impression of her chaste kiss lost to the numbing heat of his flayed skin. Still, he has the feeling that she’d just done ... something - and in his experience, “something” was usually synonymous with trouble. He quickly rouses himself, cheek twitching / one hand raised haphazardly to his face, rubbing calloused fingertips along the strange, bony contours of his visage, frankly bewildered. WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT ALL ABOUT ?

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yeah I’m jumping on the bandwagon apparently

ONE ( ALIAS / NAME ): voyd ( can you believe that it took me nearly six years on this hellsite to pick an alias- )

TWO ( BIRTHDAY ): October 24th

THREE ( ZODIAC SIGN ): Scorpio

FOUR ( HEIGHT ): ... heh

FIVE ( HOBBIES ): writing ( obviously ), drawing, video gaming ... recently ( as in, like, the past year or so ) I’ve been trying to get into more textile hobbies: knitting, sewing / embroidery, weaving, etc. I also like doing jigsaw puzzles! but I rarely have the time or space to do them :’(

SIX ( FAVOURITE BOOKS ): ugh ... it’s been a Hot Minute since I’ve sat down and actually read a proper book because of my #ADHD, but off the top of my head I can remember these all-time favorites: The Lord of The Rings trilogy by J.R.R Tolkien, The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas, The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson, Lord of the Flies by William Golding, and I’m Thinking of Ending Things by Iain Reid. for the most part, though, I’ve been more interested in manga / comics / graphic novels lately, ESPECIALLY all the works of Junji Ito.

SEVEN ( LAST SONG LISTENED TO ): Acid Rain (cover) - Lorn / ArtificialFear

EIGHT ( LAST SHOW / MOVIE WATCHED ): I’m about halfway through the Night Stalker documentary on Netflix ... which I need to finish before I forget all the details lmao ...

NINE ( INSPIRATION FOR MUSE ): I refer back to the beginning of the the series a lot ... something about the Attack Titan’s first appearance during the Battle for Trost District just Hits Different for me. In fact, the main reason I was drawn to SnK as a series was because of all the mystery surrounding the Titans ( and tbh I think Isayama squandered all of the cool potential they had with his inconsistent lore but anyone following me is likely already aware of this- ). uh, other than worldbuilding, I hoard a lot of quotes / songs / aesthetic pictures ... but really, I think I created Jäger to act as an outlet for a lot of my repressed emotions - this was way back during a time in my life where I was still undiagnosed for a LOT of mental illnesses, and I was struggling with feelings of hopelessness, loneliness, anger, resentment, and yearning. not to overshare but writing Jäger helped me cope with my trauma, so he’s definitely my comfort muse hhgkhjk

TEN ( MEANING BEHIND YOUR URL ): nothin’ fancy - “goljath” is just the Hebrew spelling of “goliath” ( thank you gia for securing this banger url for me uwu ). I’ve also had two different urls in the past: humanwrath ( direct quote from SnK ch.8: “... it’s like I’m bearing witness to the manifestation of humanity’s wrath!” ), and abherrant ( meant to be combination spelling of the words “aberrant” and “abhorrent” ).

tagged by: @gerichteter​ <3 tagging: everyone’s been tagged already lmao

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gives him a kissu on his nose u_u

                                        ... MMN -- ?

THE GOLIATH stirs, briefly / one tapered ear flickering at the sound of Mikasa’s approach - her deliberate, measured footfalls instantly recognizable even to his mute senses, nulled in the wake of a passing stormcloud. The sky is a gray wash today, too dense with condensation to allow for the sun’s invigorating light to pierce through, leaving him lethargic and useless. Even the effort of opening a single eye comes across as a laborious thought, so he need not even bother to acknowledge her presence, which he knows - instinctively - seeks only to offer consolation. Her lithe hand to the bridge of his nose, her lips to his flushed skin - he wonders, among the many things quickly observed then disregarded in the haze of his rapidly-fading consciousness - if perhaps she is cold, and came to him for a reprieve from the elements which so relentlessly bully humankind’s fragile constitutions. So, in the throes of this misplaced guilt, Jäger dredges up a low purr from what little stores of energy he has left, its frequency inconsistent but stubborn. Oh, of all things, he knows very well that humans dislike the cold ...

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gives jager a soft kiss somewhere on his cheek bone 💞

HE HARDLY notices such a subtle movement - confined as it is to the very peripherals of his vision - though the sudden absence of Armin’s lilting tone filling the air with storybook words is enough to rouse him from his relaxed stupor. Jäger blinks slowly before pulling away from the tree he was supported ‘gainst, regarding his companion with half-lidded eyes / pupils flickering from Armin’s blushed, sun-kissed face to the leather tome still open in his lap. Unconsciously, the corners of his lipless maw twitch, perhaps in delayed reaction to a phantom sensation / the lingering of an affectionate note still sitting there, undisturbed. For a moment, all is quiet and at rest, save for the distant twittering of birds reveling in the morning’s golden hour - ‘til Jäger’s impatience overflows with a gruff sigh, and he leans back into the branches’ nook to nuzzle at Armin’s prone body, taking precaution not to jostle the book with which he is so enraptured. OI, he huffs, teeth clicking, PAY ATTENTION ... I WANT TO KNOW HOW IT ENDS.

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gives jager's face a valentines day hug bc otherwise he'd be huggin' his ankle 😂.

THE ACT comes without declaration / spontaneous as the ocean’s tides, in the same manner all children are - unpredictable, CARE-FREE. Indeed, no sooner had that pair of gangly arms conformed themselves to the curve of one gaunt cheekbone than had Jäger received an involuntary whiff of sea-salt, imbedded deep into the fibers of Falco’s uniform clothing. And oh, he should think, that would explain ‘some’thing - he seems to spontaneously recall ‘some’ mention of the Warriors venturing out towards Liberio’s docks for the day ... but that rediscovered bit of knowledge does little to assuage his curiosity at the boy’s reaction. After all, it’d only been a scant few hours since they’d seen each other last. It’s a thought he only briefly entertains, naïve as it is - NO, Behemoth !! of course not; surely your presence wasn’t missed that much. All the same, however, Jäger settles his chin on the ground, apparently content to let Falco ‘have his fun’ for as long as he is able to tolerate the heat of a Titan’s flesh ‘gainst his own.

HN, YOU ... ( After a brief moment’s hesitation, the fearsome Attack Titan cradles a large hand at the cadet’s back, rubbing one knuckle gently along the curve of his spine. ) WHAT'S WITH THIS, ALL OF THE SUDDEN ?

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the beast can offer one (1) head pat

HE SEETHES, not unlike the cornered animal with hackles raised / miles of corded muscle and threaded sinew bracing ‘pon sight of the ape’s outstretched arm. Jäger’s stance hunches, spine stiff; somewhere within the hollow cavern of his chest, a low growl rises in abrupt warning, lodging itself in the pit of his throat / coating his tongue in heavy vibrations. Though, he can restrain himself no longer when those knotted digits muss the dark fringe shadowing his wary eyes from view, so ( careless, impatient - !! ) his ghoulish jaws suddenly SNAP forwards / irritation eliciting a short bark from behind serrated teeth. He swats at that too-bold wrist in retaliation, slinking away with jilted, hostile movements ‘til The Beast’s shadow no longer falls at his feet. As he retreats, he leaves behind a string of haughty, grumbled insults: I’M NOT YOUR LITTLE KID BROTHER, YOU KNOW !!

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biting is a love language. no i will not elaborate.

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"Don't give me that look, it's for your own good." Reiner matches defiance with defiance. In his hands he holds a long-handled brush, its stiff bristles covered with some sort of minty antiseptic. "Open up, your breath is terrible."

                          "GRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAOOOOWWWAAAAAAHHHHH - !!!”

THE BEAST shudders violently in his restraints / pulling forcefully against the barbed-wire snares digging into his caustic flesh, rooting him solidly in place amid a cramped rig of steel and leather cording. He flails wildly, recoiling from Reiner’s slow advance with that dreaded object of tortures past, spitting and hissing bursts of hot steam from between his clacking teeth. Jäger howls, low and keening - utterly despairing at his unfortunate predicament, yet also righteously vocalizing his outrage. Damn Marley for all of their stupid regulations, and damn Reiner for being such a compliant asshole !! It’s a complete farce, all this- this bullshit. Any closer, and he’ll be tempted to bite the Vice Commander’s arms off for the sheer audacity with which he so brazenly approaches. OH, JUST FUCK OFF ALREADY, WON’T YOU ?!?!