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part #34 of 'I think I am funny au' ft @lausticzt

the commanders and their dearest second-in-command

(btw all arrows are meant to be both ways, just can't edit for life)

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Another og inspiration for creating Laura and the namesake. The hair style, length, colour, the light eyes. Laura from the Evil Within, major vibes that I had for my muse. Though my girl's hair is a bit thinner. Evil Within? One of my favourite games fr.

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somehow lost my recent STARTER CALL so reposting. I have a few things to respond to and work on !! Very excited, have a lot of intense muse atm

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honk shoo , I will hopefully be more online tomorrow ! Has been a busy weekend.

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✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐀 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐒 .    (  a collection of  action prompts.   feel free to reverse roles as desired. this prompt will be updated.  )

[ REDWOOD ] sender lashes out at receiver when it isn't their fault.

[ WILLOW ] sender embraces receiver in a moment of extreme distress.

[ PINE ] sender fervently resists receiver's attempts to comfort / care for them.

[ BIRCH ] sender finally ends a tense argument by reaching out to apologize.

[ POPLAR ] sender mentors receiver through learning a new skill.

[ PALM ] sender and receiver avoid / ignore the stresses of real life together.

[ ELM ] sender lends receiver aid in a time of urgent need.

[ MAGNOLIA ] sender, believed to be dead, arrives at receiver's door.

[ DOGWOOD ] sender gifts receiver a token of good luck / protection.

[ MULBERRY ] sender and receiver take a long walk through nature together.

[ HAZELNUT ] sender begrudgingly patches up receiver's wounds.

[ CAMPHOR ] sender suddenly pushes receiver out of danger's path.

[ CASHEW ] when they're finally alone, sender invites receiver to dance.

[ LAVENDER ] sender lays their head in receiver's lap and closes their eyes.

[ BEECH ] it comes to light that sender has betrayed receiver.

[ HIBISCUS ] sender invites receiver to go traveling with them.

[ HICKORY ] sender pushes receiver to admit that they need them.

[ MAPLE ] sender shakes receiver's shoulders, begging them to wake up.

[ CHERRY BLOSSOM ] sender revels in receiver's beauty, stunned.

[ JOSHUA ] sender offers receiver a safe place to hide / crash .

[ ASH ] sender and receiver become reacquainted after many years.

[ FIG ] sender, knowing receiver is hungry, pressures them to eat.

[ YEW ] sender beckons for receiver to join them in the water.

[ CYPRESS ] sender shamelessly flirts with receiver.

[ LINDEN ] sender cares for receiver, who took a hit to protect them.

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I would love, love, love for Laura to cry over someone, or cry to, or just anything, and yet ( AND YET ) do you think I can get her to ever, do that? Incorrect. Sickening behaviour. There was one chance only and that's gone. Her breakdown was exhausting for her. It didn't last a day it lasted weeks, months, and it would only spiral worse if someone visited her. Don't keep anything next to her because it would be thrown at you. She would look half dead and the next second, would become enraged with emotion.

Maybe, teary eyes over holding a child? Correct yes. Maybe that is a tear. That is the extent.

And yet, I crave it, knowing she will never comply. To say things that are just from the heart, unfiltered in that sense alone, to even laugh at her own mess of emotions, to look at someone and say help me.

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▒ ANSWERED ᴹᴱᴹᴱ! say  it  again.  louder  this  time. ➳ @knightinsourarmor + (Hmm. . . Eren? Maybe)

Steps immediately come to a halt. It takes only a moments pause before she looks over her shoulder, meeting his gaze with a narrowing stare. Because there is only disgust clear within her annoyed expression; rather then just the audacity of his provocation, Laura's displeasure of the boy's antics run deeper. Everyone knew why. She never shied away from it. His words simply the trigger for further reprimand. Above all else that she could never approve of ━━ were his EYES. That remained close to her chest, a maddening provocation each time she bared witness to them. Idealistic beliefs fuelled in passion, shimmered in that hot-headed anger, was a crack in a mirror. A sombre reflection. For no one could clearly tell otherwise, if what drove her response was that of allegiance to her regiment's sentiments, or, something about Yeager that hit too close to home.

“   You are nothing more then another failed gamble.  ” He didn't have to tell her twice. Laura had already turned to face him entirely. For everything that Eren was seemed to fuel only the intensity of her vexation. Something about him always rattling her very core, emotions charged in a cold, belittlingly stare; but eyes fixated, ensnaring with every word. “   So don't get cocky. Though I suppose, the best you can serve is to be a titan sized corpse, if you're so desperate to play a hero's role. If that's the case, save us all the trouble.   ”

Words aren't spoken from the heart; fuelled entirely be resentment, the anger of having him speak up at her, the audacity of his eyes. Her sharp tongue that often contained truths within are replaced by immature prodding.

Though she never loses composure, she takes only a second to realign herself. A sharp exhale, a moment where she closes her eyes brief enough to be considered a BLINK, before she sets her sights back on him. “   Grow up, Yeager. There's nothing special about you. It will always end the same.  ”

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im so sorry for this but: @lausticzt

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@eatenword ➳ the air cracks with force. stone shatters to her left, a rumble that sounds too much like thunder, too much like collapse. she's mid-arc, blades aimed at titan’s nape, when she hears it the sound of metal whining, anchors snapping, the groan of a wall giving up. her gaze flicks just in time to see the entire wall crumble. the same wall where laura’s cable is anchored. dust bursts. laura drops. fast. too fast. ilse moves before she can think ( instinct first, everything else later ), shifts trajectory, cutting low, but the titan’s hand slams toward her in the peripheral - she slashes at it, but the swipe connects just enough to shove her sideways. her ribs protest the hit, boots skidding across a rooftop edge, but she spins with it, uses the movement, lets the cables bite into fresh stone with a hard pivot. then she’s airborne again, lunging downward with one arm outstretched. the angle is terrible, but she commits anyway. if it works, it works - and it does. her hand locks around laura’s forearm. "i got you." they dangle between momentum and gravity. the jerk of the catch whips through her arm, a sharp, ripping jolt that feels like it might wrench her shoulder clean from its socket, but her grip remains iron-tight.

The battle around them descends into chaos  ( as it always did ) ━━ the amplification of harrowing screams, the gnawing echos and final breaths before devourment, the impact of damage throwing rubble and men alike to the ground. Buildings that propelled them onwards were reduced to obstacles, unreliable and gone within a moment's notice. Abnormals. A lot of them. Twisting and crashing around the stage, unpredictable enough to throw soldiers off their game. 

Novices. For the soldier she was adapted. Titans were predictable. That was an undeniable truth for Laura; let them move however they wanted, their hunger was still trained to one place. It’s a wildness in her calculated and highly focused gaze; simple monsters, with only one source of GREED. The shaking soldiers hand ignored, grabbing the scuff of their jacket to get them back on their feet. Move. They would never lock eyes, no further exchange necessary for her; she had no time to play hero. But never so heartless as to let the creatures do as they please with the soldiers fighting. If they hated themselves for being weak, if they resented her for being better, then let them. 

But even in her egotism Laura is not one to let her guard down. Never. She acted with purpose, every move, every strike, to make the battlegrounds her stage; if Abnormals wanted to dance, they could try and keep up. A perfectionist, even in the heat of battle. And she never stops moving, never remains in one place for long; not until everything in her sight was cleared. Not until she overcame every obstacle in her path. That was why she was here, that’s why she fought, and that’s why, in the face of death, her gaze remained locked. For there was only so much sanity in anyone who chose this path. 

Too fixated. When the wall collapsed, it happened instantaneously. The fall began before she had a chance to blink. When had she- the wind picked up, the descent too sudden to react, little time to recall her anchors, barely able to twist her body in any opposing direction. 

If it wasn’t predictable, then adapt faster. The sound of her own heartbeat, the piercing wind in her ears, was the only thing she could hear. She was falling. She was falling. If she had been frantic about the predicament, unable to see the ground closing in, if her eyes had been widened and if she had wanted to cry out; the grinding of her teeth, the ferocity burning in her eyes, the unhinged determination ━━ it ceased any of those burdens. Laura refused to die. Not here, not tomorrow, not the day after ( ... )  never. It wasn’t an option. Failing wasn’t an option. Even if she hit the ground, get up. Even if she had to move on broken bones, get up. She would never, ever, lose. 

Time slowed down, and still, time moved all too fast. She manages to twist, is able to look down at the ground so close, but still far enough ( enough of a fall to kill anyone ) ━━ no. Get out of it. This was not an obstacle. This was nothing. Even as she felt death reach towards her, knowing her very being would disappear on impact, her eyes did not shimmer with fear; they did not weep with the frustration of a bratty child, or the horrors that she faced. That they all faced. Come at her. All of it, everything, everyone. Watch her. She was not helpless, no, everything in her way should fear this strength of her will. Her prowess. 

Because her hand would never reach out. 

And even then ( ... ) 

Concentrated resolve; broken, with only a firm grasp. A hand that had never reached out, taken. It’s the sudden stop that breaks her out of this trance, the sharp recoil, the tightness of the hold. And for a moment, she stares at the ground below as they both dangle there. I got you. That too seemed to be an undeniable truth. For the hand that held her refused to let go. 

Ilse. When Laura finally looks up, she is rendered speechless. What. The atmosphere around them changes, the monsters she had fixated on, the determination of battle, the impenetrable will to fight and win alone, all vanished ( ... ) and in its place was Ilse. Just them and a single question. Why? But her expression hasn’t adjusted, feelings yet to be concluded either. Instead, Laura can only watch her, eyes wide, mouth open without words to come out. It didn’t make sense.

Comradeship. It was a loose term to her. No, she is sure that term was just as light weighted to the others as well. She understands very well what kind of person she is. It was her fight. Asking to be saved was a childish sentiment; the very thought disgusted her. It was disgraceful. She owed them nothing, and expected nothing in return. She had never once asked to be saved, not since she was a child. But no one came. Laura understood this world. She was aware that no one was coming, that it was her and her alone; if she ever wanted to live with purpose, she had to fight. They all did. For they were all selfish creatures.

Then, why was Ilse’s hand so warm? Rough and painful in touch, digging into her skin to keep hold, but still … 

Childish sentiment. Those very eyes that had stared up at Ilse, those that had dared to shimmer, to waver in expression, narrow. Returning to the chaos, pulling out of deep thought to be thrown right back into the onslaught. 

“   I didn’t ask for your help.  ”     Bitterness returns, emotions back to baseline. What an idiot. Laura’s tongue clicks in irritation, gaze returning to the battle around them. “   You got in my way. Don’t assume I need saving from you.  ”     That’s right. It was a distraction. Her will to survive was stronger than Ilse could ever hope to understand. No. She never needed to understand. Laura doesn’t need pity from anyone, she isn’t WEAK. She is no casualty, don’t you dare think you have the right to look down on her. 

Lips press into a sharp line. Brows furrow, returning her attention upwards. 

“   Hurry up and let go. I have no intention of carrying your broken body back.  ”   

Don’t get yourself hurt to save me. Ridiculous. A complete waste of both their time. If Ilse expected a ‘thank you’ at the end of this, she would be greatly mistaken. 

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LAURA & ILSE AESTHETIC BOARD

For the soldiers who began a gruesome journey together, side by side, and the complicated bonds that come from surviving the world outside. For the horrors they witness, the only ones who can push you forward aren't just your own two feet, but of those who, too, tread that same path to hell.

BOND: @eatenword

Slipping through my fingers all the time, I try to capture every minute. The feeling in it. Slipping through my fingers all the time. Do I really see what's in her mind? Each time I think I'm close to knowing - (...)

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somehow lost my recent STARTER CALL so reposting. I have a few things to respond to and work on !! Very excited, have a lot of intense muse atm

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That one WHITE DIAMOND audio? That's Laura and her mother. That's so much the vibe for them it's not even funny. Especially, ESPECIALLY, when she returns home, when she leaves the scouts, when everything she loved is taken from her.

___ there you are. hello starlight you certainly gave everyone a scare, they're all just thrilled to see you safe and sound. (I-) as for this latest game of yours, thank the stars it's over. Did you have fun? Did you get everything out of your system? (I-) good good. Everyone is so relieved. Welcome home, ___.

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❝ Your name is . . . Laurentius? ❞

Yes, he said it. He's (not) prepared to be killed.' @naitfall

It's a SHOCK to her entire being ━━━ like nails on a chalkboard, she visibly stills at the sound ( would WINCE if it was becoming of her ) of her own name. Her full name. On his lips. It's not disgust that rattles her, despite the hatred she has for her name in it's entirety, but an oddly placed fluster; it wasn't a secret, but when said out loud it felt like something that should never be spoken of.

Laura is only frozen for a moment ( but it feels like eternity ) before she whirls around in ALARM. Anger, shock and an accusatory, wide-eyed stare is what meets him. Mouth opens to retort yet no words are able to form. Laurentius. Not quite befitting for her, but a name that has been set for the first child. A name only her father called her, for it didn't please her mother when she was born as a female ... nor would Laura herself ever allow for it. For her eyes would narrow at the name when spoken by her father.

In her ( almost ) panicked state, she would look Levi up and down, as words were still caught in her throat. For when had the name that she despised ever made her feel embarrassed, and not completely disgusted. But irritation never fails to rise. Soured, her expression only NARROWS, eye twitching in displeasure.

“  Where did you hear that? ” A twist in her proud demeanour, emotions as clear as day; for they could never be submerged as well as she'd like. How did he find that out? Why did that bother her so much? What did he look through to know, her files? Was that name etched into something in her room? Laura can't recall. If it was, it would be burnt immediately, whatever it was.

Does her expression darken, or does it flare up? Is the warmth a suggestion of her annoyance, or fumbling ... she can't tell what expression she is making, for she battles against it, with every flinch and the deep pressing of her lips.

“  Erase that. From your memory. Immediately! ” A threat. A staggered one. She can only hold her gaze for a few moments longer, before it's sharply tossed in the opposing direction. Don't look at her. A huff escapes her, bitter, shoulders sternly risen. “  Say that name again, and I will make you regret it. ”

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Lauras relationship with Reina's Levi is everything to me. You can't even ask her what is he to her. Are you with him? No. Okay so you won't care if i then- don't. Do you care about him? ... . Is it because they both are super private with that stuff or is it because Laura can't actually articulate the complexity of what their relationship is. Or is it just the way bonds are in this world. That it can't be defined in normal ways. That maybe the i love yous are just them sitting there in the ashes of it all. Even if at times they were on seperate sides of the fire. That she swears loyalty to only herself, and that loyalty transcends onto him because she trusts herself and she trusts him. she won't ever be a ghost that haunts him (her pride won't allow it, and she won't allow it), and she'll face all of him in stride even if they have to drag each other through the mud. It's messy, and uncomfortable vulnerable, and it can bring out the worst sides, but even still, she is there in it. Because he does the same. And other times, it's the gentle, light touch of foreheads together. Or sleeping beside a hospital bed. And i can't deal with the small ways of showing love and care that's what makes me go crazy. Basic relationships out, intense complex dynamics in.

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༘⋆｡ stirring the pot starters

a mix of arguments, tension, manipulation, gossiping, fighting, & general emotional messiness!

you  weren't  supposed  to  hear  that.

don't  look  at  me  like  i'm  the  only  one  lying.

want  to  tell  them,  or  should  i?

you  think  i  don't  know  what  you  did?

i've  hit  people  for  less.

oh,  i  thought  you  already  knew.

that's  funny,  you  didn't  say  that  last  night.

say  that  again.  i  dare  you.

you  wanna  talk  about  loyalty?

no  offense,  but  if  you're  the  last  to  know,  that's  on  you.

go  ahead  -  pretend  like  it  wasn't  your  idea!

they  deserve  to  know  the  truth.

you  didn't  hear  this  from  me,  but  -

oh,  so  now  you  care?

don't  flatter  yourself.  you  were  just  convenient.

you  crossed  a  line.

we  had  bets  on  how  long  it  would  last.

it's  not  even  a  secret  anymore.

you  don't  get  to  cry  about  it  now.

touch  me  again  and  see  what  happens.

say  it  again.  louder  this  time.

you  really  thought  nobody  would  find  out?

don't  act  so  innocent.

okay,  but  am  i  the  villain  for  laughing?

tell  me  who  else  knows.  right  now.

this  whole  time,  and  you  didn't  say  a  word?

don't  act  brave  now.

you're  really  gonna  do  this  here?

it  wasn't  supposed  to  get  this  far!

you  can't  rewrite  history.

oh,  i'd  never  say  it  to  their  faces.

it  was  supposed  to  stay  between  us.

we're  all  thinking  it,  i  just  said  it.

you're  not  as  untouchable  as  you  act.

do  you  even  feel  guilty?

they  warned  me  about  you.

go  ahead,  make  it  worse.

if  you  repeat  this,  i'll  deny  everything.

the  next  thing  out  of  your  mouth  better  be  an  apology.

you're  about  three  seconds  away  from  regretting  this.

you  keep  pushing,  and  i'll  push  you  back.

they're  going  to  find  out.

one  more  lie,  and  i  walk.

they're  lying  to  you.

you  need  to  back  off.  now.

you're  defending  them?  after  everything?

don't  try  to  hide  it.

tell  me,  was  i  just  a  placeholder?

you  really  think  sorry  fixes  this?

there's  nothing  left  to  say.

don't  act  like  you're  the  one  hurting.

i  don't  owe  you  any  explanation.

whatever  helps  you  sleep  at  night.

you  should've  seen  this  coming.

i  hope  it  was  worth  it.

i  told  the  truth.  just  not  all  of  it.

you'll  miss  me  before  i  miss  you.

smile.  you're  ruining  the  mood.

i'd  watch  that  tone  if  i  were  you.

it's  not  my  fault  you  believed  me.

you  have  such  a  talent  for  pretending  you're  innocent.

we  both  know  this  is  over.

i  never  said  i  was  a  good  person.

i  thought  you  were  different.