#Mer cy

[lovphobic]

im like the funniest person alive

[anxsity]

im gonna doxx myself and whoever kills me first gets eeverything in my will

[decafcatfeen]

I WILL PURGE ALL TRACES OF PINK FROM YOUR EXISTANCE YAHOO. I WILL TRAVEL THE PLANET TO REND THE COLOR FROM ANYTHING YOU WILL HAVE. MY RAGE IS INURMABLE AND I WILL END YOU HERE AND NOW

@yahooo-official

I raise my blue sharpie and make you blue instead

[aafish-mpreg]

Dragón Daddy-Fisting Me!

(Dragging him back to the bedchamber and forcing him onto the bed)

(Collapsing onto the mattress with an impacted gasp, gazing up through lashes) "My lady...why so impatient today?" (Dragon tail lashing restlessly across silk sheets)

(Revealing through parted sleepwear the alabaster dome of his gravid abdomen, Cangyuan's entrance glistening visibly beneath)

(Squirming under your scrutiny, wrists pinned when attempting modesty) "Milady..." (Crimson blooming across cheeks and earlobes)

(Spreading trembling thighs, the full-moon belly obscuring his vision)

(The gravid curve trembles as legs widen further) "M-my lady..." (Breath hitching, pearlescent dew forming at exposed entrance)

(Observing crystalline droplets and the puckered bloom at his rear)

("Hot shame colors his neck in carmine waves") "Please...don't stare..." (Moonlit abdomen glowing like pearl under candlelight)

(Tracing the glistening entrance draws fresh rivulets)

("Hips arch reflexively, sheets crumpling in blanched knuckles") Ah!... (Lust-darkened eyes pleading) Too sensitive...

(Murmuring against heated skin) "How delightfully responsive..."

(Aborted attempt at closing legs foiled by massive abdomen) "Must you tease..." (Nectar tracing inner thighs)

(Left hand caressing the taut curve while right explores)

(The entrance pulses rhythmically, draconic tail coiling your arm) "Milady!" (Arched throat exposed, belly swaying)

(Discovering the hidden softness within)

("Cervical vulnerability exploited, amniotic swell undulating dangerously") There!...No!... (Tears spilling as tail constricts)

(Twin digits replacing singular intrusion) "Can't...endure..." (Thighs splayed like butterfly wings)

(Tripartite penetration overwhelms, squelching obscenely) MER-CY! (Bed linens saturated, abdomen rocking violently)

(Lips worship the burdened womb as fingers piston ruthlessly)

(Release comes in hot pulsations, body collapsing spent) "Y-you..." (Post-coital flush illuminating exhausted features)

(Dual assault through twin portals with quadruple penetration)

"UNMAKE ME NOT!" (Violated entrance bloated crimson, muscular contractions milking intrusion)

(Fist stretching the ruined entrance mercilessly)

(Blurred vision, distended flesh clamping reflexively) TOO MUCH! (Legs scissoring your waist instinctively)

(Withdrawing brutalizes the abused portal)

"NO MORE..." (Swollen flesh gaping pathetically) "Mercy..." (Tail limp as battle standard)

(Tongue lapping at ravaged flesh)

(Electric spasms wrack exhausted form) CRUEL MISTRESS! (Crescent nails drawing blood)

(Forced prone presentation of virgin rear passage)

"Not...this way..." (Tear-stained cheek pressed to mattress) "Please..." (Defensive clenching of untouched sanctum)

[corsair-mercenary-companies]

[Sound File Handler Morse Bodycam]

[Begin Playback]

"SIGNAL. SIGNAL STOP IT SIG-"

[The sound of several gunshots from a portable automatic weapon]

"RA-"

<You should know better>

[Another burst of bullets]

<The Mercenary Queen does not take kindly to betrayers>

"Mercenary Queen? Do you even hear yourself?"

[Audible sounds of a grenade rolling followed by a scream of pain]

<The ghost in the halls begins to cry>

"S..s...Sssig..nal.... p...please"

<She can no longer run through the halls of this haunted home>

[Sounds of scraping, almost as if someone is dragging themselves across the floor and more crying]

"Pl...please no no...n not like this... no... S-"

<Let loose the cries of the traitor. Hear the sounds of war growing quiet>

"M..m...mm...mer...cy..... C...c..co...connnal"

[The sounds of someone gasping in pain and the sounds of bones snapping]

<You won't die slow in the cage of our Queen>

[Horrific Scream Cut Off]

[End Audio Log]

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[abyssal-forge-bah]

could you do a headmate pack of a cookie run kingdom mixtive? who the 2 characters are is up to you

The deep sea answers your call! In the reflection of the water, you see...

General stuff:

1. Name: Castaway Cookie, Sorbet Squid cookie, Ink Shark Cookie, Darya, Kai, Maris, Mary, Mira, Morgan, Navy, Squalo, Ripley, Janson, Mako, Verdan, Wesley, Alba, Dolce, Inka, Shelly, Pip, Bubbles, Pike, Surge, Vortex, Squall

2. Pronouns: they/them, shark/sharks, ocean/oceans, splash/splashes, foam/foams, wave/waves, salt/salts, gill/gills, fin/fins, brine/brines, bite/bites, squi/squid, octo/octos, aq/aqua, cy/cyan, mer/mers, sea/seas

3. Species: cookie, shark, squid, mermaid, human

4. Source: Cookie Run Kingdom mixtive

5. Gender identity / sex: pangender, boyflux, nocstuffic, deepsirenic, marinelifean, gummysharkic, selachiine, octonautic, lightsquidgender, wellwassigender, seagender, candyic, sorbetic, blackinkic, lumisquidgender, noxmilcmovian, smolgender

6. Sexual / romantic attraction: ambiamorous, aroace

7. Gender expression: androgynous masc leaning

8. Role: little, swimmer, hydrator, social anxiety holder

9. Sign-off: 🌊, 🐟, ⚓, 🐙, 💙, 🍣, 🦈

10. Face claim:

🚫_🚫_🚫

Be aware that headmate could form differently than described!

[ilovewillsolace]

mer-cy

death is mercy

those who think otherwise simply don't know what PAIN is. they have not seen their loved ones in AGONY, they do not know that sometimes LIFE is worse than DEATH

sometimes saving a life is an act much more cruel than killing

— it hurts...

— I'm sorry. I hope a better world awaits you

— yes, I am a doctor and I have to save lives. But sometimes I choose to be merciful

[arsnof]

Young newlyweds (and suddenly expectant parents) Joseph and Mary Wayne are on the run from Boss Herod in Gothlehem. Hot on their tail are Chill, Cobblepot, and Napier - the three wise guys - under orders from Herod to find the Bat-Child and kill it.

Cornered in an abandoned theater, Mary gives birth to Jesus Wayne. Cobblepot and Napier gift them bullets and knives, but Chill has only myrrh -- mer-cy! He stays his hand and hides the infant so tender and mild in a manger, returning later to take Jesus and flee town on an ass.

Chill, now called Gordon, and Jesus, Now called Bruce, roam the world finding new teachers in the ways of philosophy and martial arts. He returns to Gothlehem with his followers, the Batpostles, only to find Herod dead and Boss Cobblepot in charge!

I never paid attention on church, so I don't know the middle stuff, but Harvey Dent sells Bruce out for a single piece of silver and a promotion to DA. In a spectacular raid, Bruce is captured by GCPD and he is held at Arkham for trial.

In a shocking turn of events, he is found guilty by Jaundiced Joker, once called Napier, now governor of New Jersey.

Nailed to a Bat-signal, Bruce throws his plan into action and slows his breathing to appear almost motionless. Bullock, a secret follower, jabs him with a spear laced with a compound that simulates death. He is wrapped in black linen (to hide the utility belt planted by Montoya) and placed in a tomb with a sealed vault.

Three days later, Selina, Talia, and Barbara find the vault open, lock picked from the inside with a bat-shaped pick. They quickly get rid of all the evidence before several Robins appear and tell them that He is risen.

Pan up a a tall building to find a shadowy figure with a dark, flowing shroud flapping in the wind. Lightning strikes and they are gone.

O HOLY KNIGHT

I see this as a psuedo-sequel to another title I just made up: Moses, Last Son of Krypton

[eclipian]

Random Member #1

reminder beings will almost definitely not turn out exactly as described, and these can be edited and changed as needed.

divider credit

Names: Elowen , Eirian , Ossian , Evelina , Sylvie , Zephyrine , Solange Age: 23 yo Pronouns: Ae/Aer , Fae/Faer , Fei/Feir , Ny/Nym , Sie/Hir , Shy/Hyr , Sie/Mer , Ce/Cer , Ce/Cir , Cae/Caer , Cae/Caem , Cy/Cyr , E/Em , Ey/Em , 🔮/🔮s , 💜/💜s , 🌌/🌌s , 📚/📚s , 📘/📘s Gender: Nonbinary , Genderelfo , Elvencorgender , Bibliovis , Librarygender , Inlibral , libraryaesic , Orientation: Lesbian , Elfdivnaffectis , Elforestiyn , Bookallion , Book Objectum Species: Elf Roles: Librarian , Archivist , Academic Aesthetics: Classic Academia , Fairycore , Vulture Culture

Interests/likes: Reading , Writing , The library , The quiet Dislikes: Loudness , Crowds , People being loud in the library Kins: Twilight Sparkle (MLP G4)

pt: names , pronouns , age , gender , orientation , others ids , species , roles , aesthetics , interests / likes , dislikes , kins , details

[thereareeyesinsidethetrees]

for the first oc post you can have some doodles

these are whiptails, they're funky goobers i made for the worldbuilding project i haven't done anything with in. so long. they were made a while ago, which you can definitely see in their designs (nightmare variant, the emphasis on blood, etc. etc.), though i've tweaked them more since then so y'know. i still think they're neat

uhhh basic facts, they're full of 'blood' (who knows what it really is), no bones or organs (except for the last one which has growths resembling bones for an in-lore unknown reason), and they communicate with their feelers and by emitting different scents depending on the situation. when they die, they give off no scent at all, unless the body is damaged, in which case they smell like their blood

^ common variant (represented here by catch), these are essentially the 'everything else' category. their names function the same way. they are where the 'whiptail' name comes from. common variant ocs include: catch (she/they), sandstone (it/they), rook (mirror pronouns), rail (he/she), vervain (they/them), rose (he/xe/thicket), thrift (click/clicks/clickself)

^ aquatic variant (represented here by blue), these guys live in bodies of water, though some can go on land as well. their names can come from anything aquatic or amphibious, as well concepts related to these things. aquatic variant ocs include: blue (she/her), newt (they/them), pale (vey/vem), pike (xe/thon), pochard (hy/hymn), aythya (mist/fog/smoke/soot), cormorant (color pronouns), golden (she/em), bream (he/it), frost (it/its), swan (it/they),

^ venomous variant (represented here by hornet), can be found pretty much anywhere (though finding them underwater or in cold environments is fairly rare). surprisingly, tend to be much bigger than most of the other variants. names can come from things that are venomous, sting, commonly associated with venom, spicy, or concepts related to venom. venomous variant ocs include: hornet (he/him + ze/mer), paprika (cy/cyr)

^ poisonous variant (represented here by slug), the smallest of all the variants. tend to be very colorful and prefer more humid environments with plenty of hiding places. named after things that are poisonous, associated with poison, or concepts related to poison in some way. poisonous variant ocs include: slug (she/he/they)

^ dream variant (represented here by laburnum), vary wildly in size, very rare but can be found anywhere. named after things associated with dreams, mythological figures/things related to mythology, and certain plants and animals (ex. doves, crabs, flowers, bright plants, etc.) dream variant ocs include: laburnum (zhe/it)

^ nightmare variant (represented here by nyx), the largest/tallest of all the variants. tend to prefer dark, misty, or heavily forested environments. fairly rare, though its certainly not due to being easy prey. no one entirely knows how their life cycle works- or if they even have one. they're the oldest variant, so for all anyone knows, the ones around today are the same as the first ones to come into being. look spooky but tend to actually be very sweet. names come from anything with a generally negative association (bugs, rats, certain birds, darkness, nighttime, cobwebs, etc. etc.) nightmare variant ocs include: nyx (it/its)

and now we do some oc prompt reblogs yippieeeee

[melishade]

Attack on Prime Alternate Scenes Part 6

Part 5

Okay so I am currently working on 'A end of an era' right now and...this chapter might be a lot longer than I anticipated. Lol.

In regards to Guren No Yumiya, what I'm hopefully planning to do is this: I spend this week and next week editing the chapter, and hopefully, I can get it out around Fourth of July weekend since I'll definitely have more free time then. Endgame will happen, many questions will be answered, and you can stop leaving messages in my inbox begging me to give you spoilers when I don't. fucking. operate. like. that.

Now lets talk about the Alternate Scenes to the Paths II!

So obviously, Eren and Zeke are in a lot of trouble right now with Primus obviously, and one of the constants that I find hilarious is Primus choking Eren out and Zeke trying to plead his case immediately after.

First rendition of Eren getting choked out:

Eren couldn’t breathe as Primus kept him locked in the invisible chokehold. The god then used his powers to drag Zeke through the sand and force the titan shifter to look him in the eye.

“P-please,” Eren stuttered, “I-I can’t breathe. M-mercy.”

“Did you show those children mercy?” Primus demanded coldly, “Did you show that woman mercy? Did you show your father mercy, as you manipulated him into killing that family?”

“T-the i-island,” Eren tried to reason, “I-it w-ould’ve-!”

Eren cried out in pain as Primus tightened his grip on him.

“Stop! I have to free Eldia!” Zeke pleaded.

“And by free you mean exterminate?” Primus hissed, “You want to prevent your people from creating new life. A little detail you decided to leave out of your answer a few years earlier!”

“The Eldian curse has gone on for too long!” Zeke declared.

“So you kill the Eldian people?!” Primus shouted, “Innocent Eldians who had nothing to do with what their ancestors did?!”

Eren getting choked out scene 2:

Eren wanted to plead and beg for his life, but Primus’ hold on him wouldn’t cease. He could feel the chain tighten around his neck, constricting his airway. It was long, agonizing, torture. He wanted to speak, but all that came out were choked gargles and wheezes.

“M-…mer!….cy,” Eren forced out, “Pl…ease….,”

That only angered Primus, the energy around him vibrating violently. “Mercy? You want mercy? Mercy would be too kind to you.”

“Y-your majesty, please let him go!” Zeke bowed, trying to gain favor with the god.

Primus’ anger turned to one of irritation. “Majesty. Now you know who I am, it’s Majesty. I know your truth, Zeke Jaeger. I’ve seen your mannerisms first hand. Do not waste my time with what I already know.”

“I-!” Primus placed a finger over his lips, immediately silencing the Titan shifter.

“It would be wise to watch what you say next,” another voice spoke before switching to another male voice, “Primus is not the only one listening.”

That threw the both of them for a loop. Primus wasn’t the only one watching? 

The changes I made to Primus speaking to Eren as he's begging for his life were tricky, as I wanted to write a statement that would ultimately attack Eren's character. Previous scenes had been altered prior to these moments so the lines had to be changed. For example, Eren was originally supposed to influence Grisha into killing the royal family, but Primus does that by accident when he gets mad at Eren. Meanwhile the 'Mercy is to kind for you’ just feels weak.

Secondly, in the second scene where Zeke is begging for Primus to show mercy to Eren, I wanted to allude to the Primes listening in in order to make their judgement. But the line that I did in the second scene just felt like a throw away line. So I thought it would be better to show it visually via Primus' powered up appearance.

The next thing that I wanted to get into was Primus talking about the power of the titans to both Eren and Zeke, and of Ymir's origins. Primus does manage to see Ymir's memories prior to exiting the tree, but he doesn't feel her emotions, and we'll get to Primus and Ymir a little later, but I definitely had to reconstruct and revise the explanation because it felt rushed.

First rendition:

“You said you didn’t know what was going on!” Zeke shouted.

“I’ve been traveling through 2,000 years worth of history!” Primus declared as he dropped Eren and waved his hand.

Eren and Zeke watched a timeline of memories displayed before them.

“Nine titan powers, 1,385 titan shifters, 2,000 years worth of memories. I’ve seen it all!” Primus shouted, “I’ve seen the destruction the power of the titans have caused regardless of who wields it! Marley or Eldia, both use it for their own selfish and destructive benefit! Yet it is the Eldians that suffer for these mistakes?! A shortened lifespan?! Trauma?! Hatred?! Discrimination?! Death?! All of this started by sheer accident! Because of a little sparkling that was treated horribly by everyone around her!”

Primus pointed to the child sleeping in the sand. “She was unable to speak for years. She was physically abused. She found the power of the titans by accident. She was kidnapped because of this. She was raped. That term doesn’t get thrown around on Cybertron very often! I hope you’re aware of that! Her body was eaten by her own children! Yet all she wanted was love! But everyone saw her as a tool! A weapon! A slave! I know, Zeke Jaeger, that you knew this fact! You knew her history, and you were still willing to force her to do your bidding!”

Not only was this really rushed, but Primus was just too angry in this moment. And while I do make Primus get angry later in chapter 91, I wanted to have Primus have some form of control before slowly getting to a point of anger, specifically with Eren. The second rendition is one that reflects more of the final draft.

Second rendition:

“The Power of the Titans was one contacted by accident,” Primus began, an old voice dripping with ancient wisdom. The sands suddenly shifted beneath the two Titan shifters and began to take form. When the sand finished forming shape, it began to gain details and features. It was Ymir falling and drowning. A centipede like creature was beneath her and attached to her spine. Eren and Zeke covered their eyes as smoke and light consumed her. She transformed into a monstrous titan, towering over the walls, larger than the paths. Her face was nothing more than a skull, and her rib cage protruded out of her body.

“She was taken back to the king, and forced to use her power to kill and destroy others,” Primus continued in that ancient voice as Ymir’s Titan form roared, “She endured suffering, pain, rape. Tragedy after tragedy befell her, but all she wanted was love. She was so desperate to feel any ounce of that, that she died protecting the one who only saw her as a slave.”

Ymir’s Titan form turned to dust, and a new image began to form. Zeke nearly threw up and Eren stared in horror. Three little girls were eating Ymir’s body, their father encouraging them with desperation while the audience stared in horror and disgust.

“Desperate and fearful, the King told his daughters to devour their own mother in order to keep this monstrous power,” Primus continued, “He wanted so badly to maintain his power that he sacrificed his own daughters to get it. And as such, the tragedy continued.”

The sands shifted once more and the Titan shifters saw chaos, war, devastation. The Titans devoured innocent humans while Titan shifters destroyed countries, homes, and lives.

“The cause of that power and desperation has led to this: this carnage, this destruction. For thousands of years, she was trapped here, to make more Titans and Titan shifters. She was alone, watching the cruelty and devastation that humanity had brought amongst themselves.”

Eren and Zeke saw an image of a child, holding his mother in a field of dead, disfigured bodies. The child wept and screamed, crying out hopeless as a Titan lumbered towards him. The child didn’t pay attention, begging for his mother to wake up. The memory disappeared before the Titan devoured the child. They looked over to see Primus closing his eyes with a solemn expression on his face.

“That is the power of the Titans,” Primus declared.

I felt this to be more natural for a few things. One, it's not rushing the explanation of the power of the titans. Obviously, it's not as detailed as the actual episode it stems from, but I wasn't going to recap that whole episode when the reader can watch it. This is also another attempt of the 'Show, don't tell' when it comes to the presence of the Primes. I added the color coding system to make things easier but if you do know your transformers lore, the one that is speaking in an ancient voice is Alpha Trion (Aka George Takei. I should really do a headcanon list of who would voice which Prime).

However the next part of the first draft didn’t have the same flow as the second and final draft. I didn’t have Zeke and Eren confronted and judged individually. I had them both kind of talked down on at the same time:

Eren was shocked by this proclamation and turned to Zeke for confirmation. He wanted to deck him in the face when he saw the guilt on his brother’s face.

“Zeke, how could you?!” Eren shouted.

“You don’t get a say in this!” Primus bellowed at Eren as the memories shifted into ones related to Optimus. Zeke could only blink in confusion as he saw Reiner and Annie’s memories of the titan. One of which Optimus’ tended to Reiner’s wounds and another where he tried to persuade Annie to the island’s side.

“My disciple has done nothing but protect you,” Primus declared, “He’s done nothing but sacrifice his time to protect and train you. He loves you like a son. And what do you do: lie to him, go against his wishes, kill blindly, keep secrets from him, all to cause this:”

Zeke watched in horror as he saw the memories shift into that of the rumbling. Each and every one had the power of the rumbling activated in them.

“Your vengeance,” Primus continued, “Your lust for freedom and power leads to this. And guess what happens to your friends in every iteration, your family, my disciple,”

Eren watched in horror as he watched his friends die in every memory. Armin and Mikasa were resigned to defeat as the Colossal Titans crushed them underfoot. Eren wanted to puke as he saw his future self stab Optimus, killing him over and over and over-!

“Stop!” Eren shouted as he clutched his head, “Please, just stop.”

“I thought this was what you wanted,” Primus challenged, “The road to freedom is paved with blood. But it doesn’t matter! So long as you reach the end!”

“…you…you don’t know…,” Eren whispered.

“Excuse you,” Primus demanded.

“You don’t know what I went through! You don’t know what we went through!” Eren retorted, “We lost so much! I lost my home! My family! I-!”

Eren froze in fear as the god looked at him with such hatred and venom that could kill him where he stood.

“You do not what to test my patience,” Primus declared as he raised his hand to snap his fingers, “’Lost so much?’ My disciple sacrificed so much. I never once wanted to put him back into war, but he had to be called back into it. Of course, your lust for vengeance has lead to your ignorance. You might not even be able to understand. But if you want, I can show you both.”

“Wait-,”

Primus snapped his fingers before Zeke could respond, and the two screamed in pain as an onslaught of memories came flooding in.

To be fair to my younger self, I was writing this back in late 2019? Early 2020? Back when the manga was still being written. So there were still some gaps in knowledge to be had. No Ramzi, no centipede monster, no chapter 139, etc.

Now this is the part in the rough draft where I had intended for Primus to show Eren and Zeke Optimus and Megatron’s memories, but after sitting with the manga ending and overanalyzing everything I didn’t like, I decided to refrain from that. Zeke was a stranger to the Cybertronians, and Eren didn’t deserve to know that truth, not after everything that he was gonna do and had already done. So we���ll skip those memories and jump right back into Primus judging Zeke and Eren.

Zeke ended up throwing up from the dump of information he received while Eren covered his mouth in shock and horror. The abundance of tears coming down his face as he tried to comprehend everything he just witness. Optimus’ sorrow was more unfathomable than he could ever imagine. Everything he lost, everyone he lost, and he still carried on. And he was about to put him through so much more shit.

And Megatron…he finally understood Megatron.

“Now you know,” Primus began as his voice changed back to what they heard initially.

Eren looked up at the god, and saw tears coming down his face.

“Now you know what I had to witness,” Primus proclaimed, “And how I was unable to do a thing about it.”

Eren wanted to fucking sob. To see tears coming down the face of someone he trusted and loved. This must be what Optimus felt on the inside, all the time.

“I-I,” Eren stuttered, “I-I’m s-so-,”

“Sorry,” Primus finished as he wiped the tears, “You don’t mean that. I can see your intentions. You still wish to activate the rumbling and destroy the world. I have seen your struggles. I have seen what you have lost, but this power should not have fallen into the hands of your species in the first place.”

Primus turned his back on the both of them. “The power of the titans ends today.”

“Then let me do my plan!” Zeke pleaded, causing Eren to look at him in shock.

Primus looked back at Zeke with hatred. “Why? I just showed your four million years worth of memories. From both Optimus and Megatron. You’ve seen the decisions they made and how unbelievably flawed your plan is from their experiences. So why do you want to prevent the creation of new life?”

“The Eldians are already doomed. The world thinks horribly of them. Of us,” Zeke proclaimed, “The Eldians will continue to suffer even if you take the power of the titans away. The Eldians are considered a common enemy. Their death will unite the world and-!”

Primus forced Zeke in the air and began choking him once more.

“You ignorant fool!” Primus shouted, “You disgust me!”

“Nothing can be done to change their minds,” Zeke strained.

“Please! I’m begging you!” Eren pleaded as he crawled to the god and grabbed his pant leg, “There must be a memory that you’ve seen! You must’ve seen something in my memories to understand what I’m trying to do!”

“I’ve already seen it,” Primus proclaimed, “I’ve seen nearly 1,000 iterations of the future you wish to create. But your future has little chance of success. And even if it does, it hurts everyone. My disciple, Megatron, Armin, Mikasa, the Survey Corps, the island, innocent Eldians that had nothing to do with the attack on Paradis. I can’t risk it on a whim. I can’t allow you to put Optimus through more suffering.”

“Then the Eldians are as good as dead!” Eren proclaimed, “They’ll die because you’ve killed us and left the island defenseless! They’ll die because of you-!”

Primus choked him and lifted him in the air as well before turning his attention to Zeke. “So what? I let the both of you do what you want? You wish to destroy your own people without considering what they want! That they have a desire for freedom! They have a right to live!”

Primus turned his attention to Eren. “Meanwhile, you wish to destroy the entire world! You say that you wish to protect your friends, your family, the island, but you will inflict the same action done to you on the rest of the world! I cannot allow you to do something Unicron would do, on the off chance the island is spared! You say you don’t want to cause Optimus suffering, yet here you are, putting Optimus through more inner turmoil than ever! Constantly forcing his hand when he has done nothing but protect you!”

Eren and Zeke were forced on the ground. Eren grunted in pain while Zeke was screaming.

“I cannot allow either of you to proceed with your plans!” Primus declared as he raised his hand, “And I will kill you where you stand! I cannot let you continue using this curse.”

“P-please,” Eren grunted, “I’m begging you. Let me do my plan. Please!”

Primus narrowed his eyes. “Why should I let you destroy the world? My own people have destroyed each other, over and over again. I won’t let the same thing happen to another world, not when I have the capability to do something now.”

I didn’t like how I wrote this. I didn’t like Primus’ temper continuously getting the better of him. It felt too much like Unicron. I didn't like that I didn't get to the heart of both Eren and Zeke's problems and flaws. I hated how rushed it felt. I hated that I kept having Primus choke people! Why was I doing that?!

It's ultimately why I had to give Zeke and Eren their separate moments of judgement. And because Zeke was given a rather brief backstory, his judgement and breakdown was easier to do. And I go into more detail about him and Eren here.

But for the 2nd rendition:

Zeke stood up, fearful yet determined. “Then let me do my plan, please.”

Primus opened his eyes and stared at Zeke, causing him to almost lose his nerve, but he pushed forward anyway.

“You know better than anyone the loss and devastation the powers have created,” Zeke reasoned, “The Eldians suffer more than anyone, be they devoured, turned into Titans, or becoming Titans shifters, shortening their life. The world lives in fear of the Titans and the Eldians. If the Eldians didn’t produce any more children, then the world would be free from the Titans within a century. The Eldians wouldn’t have to suffer in a world that hates them. Maybe the Eldians would die off, but it is a small price to pay if the rest of the world is safe.”

Primus stared blankly at Zeke and sighed. “Even if I agreed that killing your people would be the best way to save the world, your plan would change nothing.”

Zeke and Eren watched the sand shift underneath their feet once more before making an image of Zeke in his Titan form roaring.

“If you were to get the path you wished,” Primus began in another ancient voice, once that sounded softer and sad, “The Eldians would no longer produce any children of their own. As a result, the Eldians outside of Marley are executed or used for combat, the world reasoning that the people are going to die out anyway and that ridding them sooner would be the better option. Meanwhile, Marley becomes desperate. Because of this lack of technology compared to the rest of the world. They begin to turn more and more of the Eldians into Titans. Starting with the elderly and the sick, then the adults, and finally, the children. Including your grandparents. Marley uses all the Titans within fifty years, and they haven’t advanced technologically compared to the rest of the world. They plunder and destroy as much as they can, and when the Titans are truly gone, the world’s hatred is directed at Marley.”

Zeke’s Titan disappears and changes into the Marleyans running for their lives as outside forces chased and killed them. Zeke watched in horror as he watched a general give orders to his men.

“Marley is destroyed, and wiped from the Earth as a result of their reckless actions. The nations Marley conquered with the power of the Titans as put under the rule of the rest of the world.” Primus declared, “The world is still not at peace. The carnage and destruction leads to uneasy alliances and fear of more retaliation. People will only continue to look for someone to hate, in order to justify their actions, but in the end, everyone dies.”

Zeke’s legs trembled before his knees hit the sand. Tears of despair fell down his face as he shook his head. “There...there has to be something else.” 

“I have seen different variations,” Primus explained, “But the result has been the same. I am sorry, Zeke Jaeger.”

Zeke didn’t respond to that. How could he? All of his efforts to free the world of Titans, would have amounted to nothing. The Eldians never find true peace, and the world becomes more chaotic due to the power vacuum. Tom’s dreams and his efforts...were all for nothing.

“It’s like some kind of joke,” Zeke whimpered, wrapping his arms around himself and bending over, his tears hitting the sand. He hurt so many people, he killed so many people! What was it all for?!

Eren felt pity for him. Despite all that Zeke did, he remembered that feeling of helplessness and defeat. When he realized he wasn’t special, when he realized his life really had no value, and when he realized all his efforts for a better world led to more of his comrades dying. Primus felt that same pity. He reached out towards Zeke, but Zeke moved away from his touch. Primus lowered his arm in defeat, leaving Zeke and turning to Eren. Eren struggled with his chains, wanting to run away and get to Ymir, but Primus used his power to tighten his chains.

Zeke is trying to calmly plead his case while Primus gives him a rather reluctant explanation. Initially I was going to have Zeke crumble immediately and show no resistance to Primus, since he really didn't do much to fight back against the Rumbling until Armin came in during the main story. But I really thought about it. This was something that Zeke had been working towards for so long and to have someone else tell him that his and Ksaver's dreams were for nothing would really destroy him, which is why I had him show resistance before breaking.

As for Eren, I'm not going to put the 2nd rendition of his talks with Primus because it's almost identical to the final draft with a few tweaks. And since Eren is the main character in the story, his judgement and conversations with Primus are going to take longer, especially when discuss Armin, Mikasa, Optimus, his main motivation being his mother’s death, the Survey Corps, and Eren’s own selfishness.

However I will put the remaining of the first rendition:

“I-it,” Eren yelled as the pain got worse, “It m-must have been hard.”

Primus raised an eyebrow.

“Watching your own creation, battle each other in a civil war,” Eren continued, “Watching your own disciple battle in war all over again, when all he wanted was peace. Watching your own nearly go extinct. It must’ve been so hard.”

Eren forced his head up to look at Primus. “But it must’ve been harder, watching them suffer in the caste system. Optimus got to live in peace, but other like Megatron suffered. They were left to die for years. Their body parts sold. No justice! No peace! It must’ve been so hard to watch!”

“Megatron-!”

“Megatron had nothing!” Eren shouted, “He didn’t even have a name because no one thought he deserved it! He watched people die in the mines and die in the arena and die in the war! Do you think Megatron would do that if he was allowed freedom?! If he had someone to help him?! He believed if he died, he would have the most value! That’s too fucked up!”

“Megatron gained knowledge,” Primus retorted, “He knew from right and wrong. He knew that the path of destruction was wrong!”

“It was all he knew!” Eren declared, “He believed it was the only way for his enemies to listen! And…maybe it is!”

“Excuse you?!” Primus demanded.

“If Megatron didn’t rise up to power, how long would it have been until someone else did?!” Eren demanded, “How long until someone else realized how messed up the caste system was and fight back?! How many more of your people would’ve died?! How many years would it have been?! And the only thing you could do was sit by and do nothing?!”

“…it was not my place,” Primus whispered.

“But you knew you could have done better, which is why your intervening now,” Eren proclaimed, “You don’t want it to happen again!”

“Then why do you want to destroy the world?!” Primus demanded.

“Because talking isn’t going to solve a thing! Not anymore!” Eren answered, “Megatron knew violence was the only way to get others to listen. Action, brutality, finally got them to wake up! That’s the only way for the people on this world to listen!”

“You know there were opportunities to resolve the situation in a peaceful manner,” Primus reminded, “You’ve seen it happen.”

Eren shook his head in the sand. “It’s not enough. I…have to do this! This is the only way for there to be peace!”

“Through violence?” Primus demanded.

“Through hope,” Eren answered, “Through Optimus,”

“If you go down this path, you will die in every scenario,” Primus proclaimed, “You do not see the outcome of your plan.”

Eren felt tears welling up in his eyes. “I know.”

“There is a high chance your plan will not succeed,” Primus declared.

“I know,” Eren whimpered as his tears fell.

“Your friends, your family, everyone you know, may never forgive you,” Primus declared.

Eren quietly sobbed. “I know.”

“Then why?” Primus asked, “Why continue down this path?”

Eren lifted his head, despite the pain coursing through him. “BECAUSE I WAS BORN INTO THIS WORLD! BECAUSE I WANT TO BE FREE! I KNOW MY EXISTENCE MEANS NOTHING IN THE GRAND SCHEME OF EVERYTHING! THAT I’M NOTHING MORE THAN A MERE INSTANCE IN THE UNIVERSE! THAT DOESN’T MEAN I DON’T CARE! MY FRIENDS! MY FAMILY! OPTIMUS! THEY MEAN EVERYTHING TO ME DESPITE THE SHORT LIFE I HAVE! I KNOW THEY’LL NEVER FORGIVE ME, BUT IF THEY GET TO LIVE I DON’T CARE! I’M BEGGING YOU! HAVE FAITH IN ME! LET ME SAVE THE PEOPLE I LOVE! LET ME END THIS TRAGEDY!”

Looking back, I genuinely hated how I wrote this out. But a few things before I get into that. I originally had a plot line where Megatron does find Eren being in Marley but Eren manages to blackmail him into silence. I’ll probably do an alternate scene of that later. But I was originally going to have Eren empathize with Megatron, especially after he sees Megatron’s full life and gets a better understanding of him. However Megatron and Eren’s relationship doesn’t really grow outside of acquaintances at best, and Megatron has been cautious of Eren and his motivation for the most part. So there’s no real change in their dynamics and that’s fine.

However the main reason why I now hate how I wrote this scene out is because I made Eren sound too damn heroic. His ultimate plan is genocide, and him later formulating a plan to make his friends the heroes was a late minute ditch effort to protect them doesn’t change anything. He wanted to see his sight of freedom by destroying the world. He shouldn’t be lauded for it. He should be condemned for it.

I’ll get into Primus’ ultimate decision in a moment, but what I want to get into now, is Primus and Ymir: the most important moment in AOP. The interaction between two deities and the one act of kindness that does destroy the Paths. The minute Ymir’s backstory was introduced, I wanted to create a moment of compassion between the two. And I just realized! I don’t have the original draft for it! I kept editing the same draft until I got the final draft and now I don’t have it anymore. Or most of it! Nooooo…..

So! I will give a few points of what I had originally written.

-I was originally going to have Ymir speak to Primus. I ultimately retconned it because we never hear Ymir speak in the original show. In the final draft, I do have Ymir ask ‘why’ to Primus, but that was pretty much it. She does speak a few words in this draft.

Ymir’s eyes brightened as she sharply turned her head to look at Primus. The life missing reappearing, revealing her eyes to be a brilliant purple. “…you...,”

Tears poured from her eyes once again as her lips trembled. “…you…,”

Primus gave her a warm smile, happy to see the life come back into her eyes. “Do you wish to come with me?”

Ymir gripped his hands deathly tight. “…please…,”

-Primus originally didn’t use Onyx’s mask in order to peer into Ymir’s life from her perspective. I added it into the final draft as another ‘show, don’t tell’ situation regarding the Primes, and I just thought it would be a better way of Primus getting a better understanding of Ymir.

-I originally didn’t have Primus give Ymir his jacket, or even talk about Unicron to her, but I wanted to show Primus’ acts of compassion compared to that of Unicron, who would no doubt see Ymir as a parasite.

-The ‘Because I heard your cry and wanted nothing more than to save you’ line from Primus was one that was developed overtime as well. I wanted to keep that in the final draft to show Primus’ care for Ymir. He didn’t come to AOT to end the power of the titans initially. Or even to stop Eren and Zeke. He didn’t know about them until he got into the Paths. He only came because he heard Ymir’s cry for help. There was no cosmic reason or even destiny behind it. It was just compassion.

-The Paths being warped into a field of flowers wasn’t in the initial rough draft. I was just going to have Primus break down the tree. But then I got inspired by IDW and incorporated those field of flowers in there. For more on that, go here.

So the one issue that I was currently having now, near the end of the chapter, was Eren getting the power, because I did plan for Primus to hand it over to him. But I needed it to make sense in a way. Because Primus, under normal circumstances, wouldn’t have allowed Eren to enact his plan. But, and I was trying to be clear on this in the actual chapter, Eren had done so much damage to the timeline that they were in, that with Primus’ limited powers, he can only do damage control. Part of that damage control was giving Eren a choice in what he wanted to do. And originally I had Zeke call him out on it, but it felt like Primus was just dodging Zeke’s points by bringing up his own failings and it didn’t sit right with me.

“This is the power of the titans,” Primus declared. “It attached itself to the Little One when she was trying to escape from the king and his guards. She did not choose to have this power. It latched itself onto her. It was only by chance that she managed to find it in the first place.

Tears spilled out of Eren’s eyes. He couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t believe that this god was letting him do this. He fell to his knees and bowed before Primus.

“Thank you,” Eren whispered, “Thank you so much.”

“But heed my warning, Eren Jaeger. It doesn’t matter the motivation. It doesn’t matter the goal. If you go down the path, no one will be by your side,” Primus declared, “Your friends, your family, everyone will turn their back on you. No one will care for the purpose. They’ll just see the actions and destruction that you’ve caused. No matter what side, you will never be seen as a hero. You will only be seen as a monster. Are you really ready to travel down this path?”

Eren stood up and wiped his tears away. “No, but in order survive and live, we must fight.”

Primus sighed as he put his hand on Eren’s head.

“I know,”

Eren gasped as Primus pushed him backwards. He couldn’t feel his arms and looked down to see them disappearing into sand. Eren began seeing a distorted image of the god’s true form before he fell through the sand like water.

“You idiot!” Zeke shouted as he stomped over to Primus, “You have no idea what you’ve unleashed! Eren’s influenced by his father!”

“You and I both know that Eren was never influenced by his father,” Primus responded calmly.

“Then why let him destroy the world?!” Zeke demanded, “This cycle will never end! Eren will kill everyone! And you entrusted everything on him!”

“I don’t trust him for a second,” Primus declared.

Zeke blinked. “What?”

“Eren’s plan has a very low chance of success,” Primus explained, “But your plan will have no chance at success. Marley will fall apart, all the Eldians will be executed, the conquerors will set their sights on another defenseless country. Nothing changes.”

“So destroying the world is the only option?!” Zeke shouted, “How will Eren’s plan succeed?!”

“…because Optimus won’t let it happen,” Primus answered.

“You-,”

“-are nothing more than a hypocrite,” Primus interrupted, “You forced your own to turn into titans as a twisted act a freeing them. Tricking your followers and lying to them. Now, you wish to render them unable to create children.”

“I have-,”

“Why?” Primus demanded as he turned to Zeke, “Because it’s your duty? In freeing your people, your force them to do what you want, like your father did. You force them to die. You force this sparkling to do your bidding, knowing exactly what she went through during her life! You are just like your father.”

Zeke was about to retort, but began thinking over every action that he did. The weight of his actions took over and he fell to his knees and began crying. Primus ignored Zeke and turned his attention to Ymir, who fell asleep in his arms. The god looked up at the stars and sighed.

“Optimus, forgive me,” Primus said.

Again, this feels rushed, doesn’t it? Anyway, there is still the idea of Primus’ own failings in his decision of giving free will to someone with nefarious intention. And without giving away too much, instead of Zeke, someone else is going to call him out on it instead. Because despite the fact that Primus is a benevolent god, he can be an ignorant one at best and a neglectful one at worst.

Okay that is all I have for the alternative scenes for chapter 91. Next time, I will be discussing the stuff in Retaliation and Last Ditch Effort, as there were rough draft ideas that just never made it into the final product. And I have two asks games (one with prompts and the other discussing music in my fanfic) still available to ask. So I wouldn’t mind if you asked those questions. Thank you!

[the-6th-harbringer]

in overlap or mer au and also "agh static arm" then in both cases i think cy should get to make a new arm <3 as a treat <3 rereading to catch up and good lord that guy just wants to Make Things To Show Love i think you should let him

for enrichment

I mean, I’m- not necessarily stopping him. He’s free to do what he wants.

..Just as long as he doesn’t harmfully fixate on it. Then I have a slight issue.

[wardensantoineandevka]

So, I decided to do something super useful and sane, and I tried to transcribe the very blurry text of the newspaper on Nathaniel's stat card. I got tired of poring over it, so I'm posting what I got.

It's a portion of the front page of The Civil Tribune in Midspring, presumably Midspring 12, in an unknown year. We can see part of it crisply on Nathaniel's cocktail card, so we know it's about an incident during the Last Great War where a Halen military airship was shot down by Otherwhere over the Verge.

I'm tried the best I could. I've marked — for individual words or the remainder of words that I had no guesses for, and I marked with brackets [] and question marks things I made guesses for but was very much not sure about. But, I'm pretty sure that the Premier's address quoted in the end is modeled after Churchill's "We Shall Fight on the Beaches".

"[MER]CY" —AT —T

— KILLERS

22 crew members of the HAFA Airship "Mercy" were shot down by Otherwhere forces just before 9pm on Midspring 11 during a surprise engagement over the Verge, according to the Halen Armed Forces.

Sirens blared along the rocky coasts of the Verge for hours last evening as a — — Air Corps airship defended [unknown number of words] forces.

these smaller blimps came in," said Westport stevedore Marcus R—. "It was dark so I was really seeing the explosions. The zeppelin was hit hard and crashed right near the port. It was like hellfire raining on the cliffs!" HAFA reinforcements arrived by 9:30 and pursued the Otherwhere combatants over the Glass Sea. Search and rescue teams re[s?]— the [remains? bodies?] of Mercy['s] crew several hours later.

"HELLFIRE RAINING ON THE CLIFFS"

"They have taken our peace, but they have not taken our will," said Premier Reme— Mah— in a [radio?] [statement?] early this morning. "We will [not?] [allow?] our h[omes?] to be [devastated?] and our [youngest?] and — to be slaughtered. Otherwhere will — — — this — [d?]— and —, — — — and [failure?]. They will [feel?] [our?] — on the cliffs, on the beaches [trenches?], on the hills, and in the streets. We will not retreat."

The [crew?] will be [honored?] in public services within a fortnight.

[losergendered]

ID: a set of 26 images in 13 pairs. each has one image of the listed trolls character, with a white outline in front of their corresponding flags, and a second image which is a blank flag splice. END ID

Cooper from Trolls is an intersex, trismascfluid, sweetnsillygender, honkquotic, rollercadic, bowarmballoonic, ravefelic, axenica masculine, goofyfluid, funbodiment, balloongender, confettilexic, genderbouffon, weirdkidpartyic, dinorainbimigic, gofenian, clownfool, praesboy, panqueer violenatian who uses any pronouns, but prefers masculine, neutral, feminine, clown, fun, jester, sound, & emoji related pronouns/neopronouns! Cie only feels platonic and familial attraction! Sil has autism, ADHD and is a maladaptive daydreamer!

Prince D is a transambitidal, rosgenderfaun, abinary, nonbinaryboyflux, agender transmasc, pomboy, nioyqueer, hiphopic, urbancoric, coolbodiment, chillbodiment, lofihiphopic, vintirapmusica, heybbsongic, dontwanfallovica, zodiackillica, nasmoralesica, doomsdayica, meandyourmamica, canikickica, futurefunkic, chillbodiment, tminarluec, glowystaric, neonarcadix, darkneongender, nexelic dalaen who uses hi/hem, they/them, h☆/h☆m, neon/neons, wit/wits, vibe/vibes, hip/hop, xe/xem, and cy/cyb pronouns! H☆ has autism, chronic fatigue, and narcolepsy!

Prince D & Cooper are twin siblings!

Satin is a queerfeminine, rosenion, marisundyethe, doveoospilaholoec, confettilotusemojic, foxjamfloralac, bisexual femme lesbian troll! Shi uses feminine pronouns! Fae’s in a QPR with Ripley Wisp!

Chenille is a futchfluid, selefutch, cenisolar, genderfaeren, cloudsunraina, regapphinoic, rainottalunaquic, glassmilaric, m-spec neptunic, enbisapph, gaigirl fingirlboy troll who uses mae/mer and ala/alum pronouns! Mae have HPD & NPD, and are in a soft romo relationship with DJ Suki!

They are twins, and both have ADHD!

DJ Suki is a casualic, fem 2 masc, girlbutch, azurboygirlvs, anonbinary, rejectionarian, fluidflux, transmasquasifem, gnc woman/non-binary evenic, vivesse, invivapostribus, notteskatic, lazybodiment, marvlaen, futurefunkroic, nu-discoroic, daisygender, chillpillpoeic vesbian! Dj uses he/him, she/her, they/them, bee/boop, dai/daisy, & xyz/xyzs, 🎧/📻/🎤self, nameself, and no pronouns! Dai are in a soft romo relationship with Chenille!

Biggie is a high futch, helifemme, femspecere, autigender, translotus, sillynerd, lovecatian, vanillafettiageric, cutesieaesic, breadcakena, caliadorcakic, lumisoul, veldifemascyne, rosbian, auroraskycoric, pluskysafstar, kidcolovic, starrycottorica, dorlunaesic, goldlihydrian beartwink who uses they/them, zhe/zhim, nya/nyas :3/:3, co/coz, waf/waffle, pie/pies, maca/ron, bub/ble, pitter/patter, and eep/eeps pronouns! Bub is hyperverbal, hyperempathetic, and has GAD; Mr Dinkles is his emotional support worm!

Mr Dinkles is a xenoutherine, rainbowputtyic, shinyic, semi verbal worm who uses he/him, it/its, and all other pronouns except she/her!

Smidge is a sportyaesic, cute presenting, peach femme, transambilunar, rageroomic, irasteelkic, sharpsolikarmic, anler, genderklok, angerity, breakstuffsongic, ragefiric, chompgender, carnibunnic, BPDragender, tinydangimal, boomexplosik, angrybungender, sunnystormic, starfreak, rostrirl, turigirl pitbull who has BPD, erotomania, & IED! She is dating Harper, her FP!

Harper is a bigenderdox, findyne, condisstrange, extrogender, vanillafunfettic, owlstarindic, brightcanvasic, paintenfemasc, willofairylunen, neurocolour, y2khypopstalgic, bowmojimothric, cmykartic, rainbowgender, glostrabrightic, gendercaprio, anlovecorin, autiquoifem, clarconflux troll who uses sh!!/h!!r, !!t/!!ts, th!!y/th!!m, ao/aos, viv/vivid, doll/dolls, laugh/laughs, tri/trick, yip/yips, jest/jests, splish/splosh, mrrp/mrrps, paint/paints, 🎨/🖌️/🎭/🗣️/🌟/🔆/🌈/💮self pronouns, and she/he auxillary pronouns! !!t has ADHD and is dating Smidge!

Laguna is a acagender, gendermarine, crepumothic, altumerlumin, mermaidaesic, cowajellic, dolphinshrine, seavastia, oceanset, seadraconic, stelluffin, bioluminae, desean, biolumarineic, thalassogender, calmseashellic, sansolramare, astrobyssian, celesealampic, mariluminotte, eelgrassraindeeric, obsessedfreak, femspecere, deepgreenic, interefluid, autiquoirose binaryn’t gal. Sea uses she/her, sea/shell, bleu/bleus, oce/ocean, ae/aqua, co/cor, glub/glup, and other marine-related neopronouns! Co is legally blind and has autism, fluctuating empathy, and social anxiety!

Dante Crescendo is a lindrodox, angelenic, surgitlunica, lacerocodaintic, diviniumgender, luxrauvas, cessgelcorian, fantaroyalia, soldivingela, sofpoetric, empyrealexic, classicalmusica, angellen, seroanus, aeterlum, ferrinaderic, angelcessian, stardustlexic, relatiquin, porcelaineic, angelfluid, cherublexic troll! Hē uses is/eum, ely/elym, fri/frill, shy/hyr, cel/celest, fai/faith, ly/lyre, var/vaeir, hē/hine, & ou/ous, archaeopronouns, and any angel related neopronouns!

Demo is a soft femme malewifepresentic, eternelyn, gentlecoreflux, rerondire, rockfem, punkmasc, hardcoreguyic, radicalexic, fireguitarna, guyromusinwayven, punkcaerus, genderostex, aggrorockvolicboy, popunkmasc, puncomedic, genderdystoxe, pupsleepyic, bugbrownaturic, datesime aroace troll who uses he/him, rock/roll, elec/trick, metal/metals, and bass/bass pronouns! Rock has ADHD!

Ripley Wisp is a butch, velocier, freelekour, parkouaic, motorcyclic sapphic who uses she/her pronouns! She is dating Satin!

For 🌖☄️ anon!

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