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[bloominghands]

the wall is tainted. you hate how it breaks. winding clock. ticking.  ticking. ticking— talks, but it clocks offbeat. cadence unaligned : it’s wrong / WRONG / WRONG. it doesn’t stop. one too slow, two too fast.  three four five. six / it breaks. you can’t take it. it’s too much. it has to stop. destroy the source, destruct the clock, scream out your fury : you only flinch when it screams right back.

    Perhaps it’s the still in the air that moves her feet, or perhaps its the unfocused look in storm cloud eyes she’d recognized all too easily not but a few hours earlier, the edge of their sword sharp wit dulled and grey from the silver sheen of a blade; An emptiness unignorable to even the strongest of wills forever - a title that he cared upon his shoulders like atlas beneath the weight of the world. But even still, atlas must sometimes still shuffle his feet for balance.      In the dead of the night the sound of shattering is what pulls her from a brisk, searching pace into a full hounding sprint, and what she finds behind the door that she throws her weight into hard enough to splinter the wood, her heart pounding, is enough to still it. Shattered glass; A broken clock face that ticks almost mournfully in a futile attempt to turn again; Blood that drips into the floor from its source, a curled fist, another raised mid-strike. A being swathed in rage whose face only recognizable just beneath.      ‘ Levi! ’ His name strikes the air in just as futile a manner, pulled from her throat in a cry of anguish - of anger - as though she felt the wounds as her own. And perhaps she did. 

   Once more - she screams back at him through his fury, like two strikes of lightning crashing in the sky, though this time it’s accompanied by a tight grip around his wrist from behind,  whipping him around and trying to pull him back from the carnage he’d created, & from the edge he walked in his own mind - one she was all too familiar with, an edge that once you fell over into madness, you could not return.

                     ‘ LEVI-!! ‘

         Blood drips down her wrist. His. But she doesn’t look - her gaze trained solely on his, trying and failing to force the tears not to break and roll down her cheeks, and instead wading through his fury like a raging tide. She’d drag him back from the depths herself if she had to, no matter the cost to her lungs. 

     (  // @liberons )

[nobledied-blog]

🎄 / short vs. short tryna get the star up : FIGHT

WINTRY STARTERS | accepting

          “ Do you happen to have a ladder, Captain ? ”

     LOOKING UP AT the tree, with an absolute look of dismay. Who thought this was a good idea ?  Surely it was some sick joke, making them be the one’s to decorate it. Farnese could practically hear the snickering behind closed doors. Defeated, and holding the remaining tinsel in her hands, she figured she could just, throw it and hope for the best. However, that would make it look rather disorderly and not very neat. 

     This wouldn’t do. So, bundling up the decoration and balancing it on the tree, she skipped over to an ottoman to pick it up and bring it over. It only gave her an extra foot, maybe a foot and a few inches-- if she was pushing it. The damned thing was over six feet tall. Really ?  Who did this ?  Was it Hange ?  She would bet her right arm that it was Hange. 

     The both of them managed to wrap the remaining decorations around the tree with the extra assistance. Now it was time for the star. Dammit. 

          “ Do you mind getting that chair ? I’m sure I could get it up that way, ”  Honorable Farnese vouched to place the star, she was the taller one, after all. Even if it was a measly two centimeters.  “ You can direct me on how to place it properly, ”

|| @brazcns ||

[licentiapennas]

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She had been waiting a very, very long time to do this. Reading and watching others was certainly an experience in of itself, but to go through with it in ones own reality seemed.. surreal. Heather was just showing him how much she appreciated him. A certain type of adoration, one that couldn’t be called love outright, but it could easily be mistaken as such. 

Carrying a tray in her hands, it’s contents were covered by a white cloth, the shape seeming very similar to that of a tea pot and other necessary items. It wouldn’t be until she knocked on his door, and walked in upon granted entrance, that the contents would be fully revealed.

“Tea, Captain?” 

A glass tea set, sparkling like crystal. Heather was nervous, mainly because she had never purchased a gift for such a close friend. At least, he was to her.

[snowinabottlearchived]

❝ talk is overrated. ❞

  WHAT ELSE WOULD HE SAY. amelia should have known better, right from the start  —  this evening would remind a L O N E L Y  one. staring into the warm, crackling fireplace, a deep sigh was taken from womans lips before she leaned back into the wooden chair she had occupied earlier.  ❛  of course. ❜ , the brunette whispered while fingers tipped on her thick notebook filled with what he seemed to hate. WORDS. they had met quite a few years ago and still he never failed to surprise scientific mind with his permanent urge to push away any kind of human contact, interaction or relationship. was it wars fault ? was it because he was just as afraid as all of them ? to LOSE, to be LEFT OVER, to be ALONE. wasn’t it easier to remain just as it would end ? without anybody else ? ❛  and still you sit here and listen. ❜ , followed with the hint of a grin. and still he tried to ( even though the effort was minimal ). not even he was lost, as long as OTHERS TRIED ( and much to levis annoyance, amelia never gave up ).

☆ ── SONG LYRICS MEME / ACCEPTING

[jiangui]

jacob’s ladder

@brazcns is not alone                                                                 annie leonhardt starter

      If she were in Marley, right about now people would be falling to their knees at the sight of her. Piss-faced military officers would be hurriedly coming up with digestible, party-line-following explanations and praises while cursing themselves for not getting to her in time to hide her, get a report from her, experiment on her, make some kid eat her, and dispose of her body. Suggestions about sainting her would be circulating. Weeping Eldian mothers would be bringing babies for her to bless. A fucking miracle and all that.

      But instead, her crystal cracked where it had apparently been sitting for the past four years straight, on a day when no one had time to check on a hibernating girl while she lay limp on the floor, unable to move her rubbery bones. She heard a faint, distant roar, like a mini populist uprising or whatever.

       Blood seeped from a light cut a shard had made on her palm. She closed her eyes.

[astutior]

@brazcns ♡’d.

   “ Captain, are you feeling alright? Your tea is getting cold... ”

[trustinhumanity]

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JEAN-NY KIRSTEIN

“Just because I don’t understand your reference doesn’t mean I’m not smart Heichou. I’m pretty smart, you just speak in a way I don’t get.”

[leadersguilt]

     “      IT’S MY MA’S RECIPE   ...   just somethin’ a little extra added to it that makes things more comfy .   doesn’t put you to sleep   ,   but sure as hell keeps you company during the night .  looked like you needed it .        ”            @brazcns

[lunima]

// ☾ ; BELLS JINGLE OMINOUSLY IN THE DISTANCE ⇢ @brazcns

HER LAUGHTER ECHOS THROUGH THE WOOD, startling a few nearby birds into flight as she guffaws, bent double. She’s certain he allowed her to throw the snowball at him, but she wasn’t about to let that shatter the illusion. It looked quite as if his head had been dusted with flour, instead of snow. It clung so stubbornly to black tresses she wheezed behind him. She only wished that she could have seen the front of his face as it made contact.

❝ –––––– Come on, best two out of three? You might be the humanity’s strongest with a blade but I bet I can take you down in a snowball fight. ❞ 

[bloominghands]

he can't quite reach / nearly has to JUMP— and the heat of building agitation rises immediately upon contact. wrists barely wrapped around her neck, he buries his face in the crease of her back to avoid dashing off. barely a beat passes before he gives in, letting go in a twitchy jerk & stiff cough. he can FEEL her need to comment, and with a scowl he insists : ❝ … don't ruin it. ❞

     Wistful gaze had been staring down at her hands, palms upward to the sky with her mind far off from the present when he’d drawn closer. Perhaps that was why she hadn’t reacted to his proximity, unbeknownst to it. Thus, when his arms wrap around her, strong and sure despite any of his hesitation, she stiffens. But it’s only for just a moment before she realizes who had her in their grasp, her shoulders lowering as a small smile upturns her lips. Ruin it? When his touch had chased away the ghosts in her gaze without so much as a word? That would have been nigh impossible. ( Maybe it was selfish of her to wish for some of that incredible, infallible strength to brush off on her. )

   Robin turns her head to look Levi in those storm cloud eyes of his, always thundering with some sort of emotion that even she couldn’t place, their clouds hiding something just behind that shone through in quiet moments like this.                              ‘ . . . Would you like to take a walk with me, Captain? ‘ She asks voice quiet, pausing for a moment before offering him her hand. Thankful eyes watch him silently, understanding if he chose not to take it. 

                                                                            // @liberons

[esudes]

‘ everything about you screams danger. ’

AS  IT  SHOULD.      beneath    her    unyielding    gaze    —    all    were    PREY ;   MICE,   rooted  &&   immobile,   staring  down  the  cavernous  throat,  as  a  tongue  flicked  over  the  serpent’s  fangs.    FUTILE   was   resistance,   death  inevitable. 

SURVIVAL  OF  THE  FITTEST.    the  weak  will  always  try,  whether  with  politics  or  wealth  or friendship,  to  amend  their  faults,  fill  in  their  flaws.     but  again,    futile  was   resistance.   the   strong   will   live,   the   weak   will   die  —  the  unavoidable   &&   immutable   LAW  of  the  world. 

so  come,  all  who  fear  &&   despise,   come  in  hoards  or  armies,   for   the   hands   that   have  stripped  the   sun   from   incalculable   lives,   for   the   feet   that   have   crushed   the   heroes   of   sanity   and  pride,   for   the   unrepentant   lips   &&   unforgiving   eyes,       come   for   her   life. 

or   RUN.   run   far   away,   mute   protesting   pride   &&   obey   that   instinctive   voice,    screaming  —           ‘  she  is  fear,  she  is  danger,  she  is  THE  END.  ’ 

“  keen observation.  ”   jovial  mirth  spread  upon  tilted  lips,  “  and  quite  the  compliment.  ” with  hands  laced,  folded  beneath  a  delicate  chin,  it  appeared  as  if  she  was  pleased.  “  the  same  could  be  said  of  yourself.  dangerous— ”  pause,  “   —but  not  frightening.  I  do  not  fear you,  though  that  might  be  obvious.  The  real  curiosity  is,  ”  

          “  do  YOU   fear   me ?  ” 

[  GRAVE SUGGESTIONS  //  meme  ]

[licentiapennas]

SLAMS FISTS ON TABLE

THE NEW CODE IS UP AND IT IS BEAUTIFUL I AM SO GODDAMN HAPPY WITH IT NOW KUGBRDJVKRJH

Thank you SO MUCH to everyone who offered to help with the background to the code, and thank you to everyone who help out in general. I doubt I would’ve been able to make anything this gorgeous in a LONG time. 

Also for those that I’m about to tag, it’s because you’re in connections and I want you all to make sure everything looks alright to you guys and you’re happy with the pictures I used. No need to say or send me anything, you all deserve a spotlight on you and sincerely, I meant every word I said.

@dirtylevi @atlaswinged @belriseau @humanwrath @archras @rotwithin @lupidente @brazcns @couragespent

[thecommanderzoe-a]

Continued from @brazcns here xhttps://brazcns.tumblr.com/post/177779528112/wait-you-remembered-my-birthday

“Yeah, Eren” she confessed as her eyes watched him put the mug down, “I didn’t realise! But you~ did” she hummed, “Why’s my birthday that important that you remember it?”

[jiangui]

zeke belting out ’like a virgin’ whenever levi walks by

[atlaswinged]

❛   I   pay   well.   ❜     Rumors   say   that   the  Ackermans  possess  talent  that  can’t  be owned  by  anyone  ,  only  temporarily  bought  for  a  price.  He  wants  to  see  for  himself  how  talented  they  really  are  and  perhaps  ,  earn  a  loyalty  that  would  be  convenient  to  have  at  his  own  fingertips.    ❛   And  I  can  double  the  price  you’re  asking  for.   ❜   

Chin  comes  to  rest  on  gloved  fingers  ,  blue  eyes  gleaming  in  a  knowing  light  but  gives  away  nothing.  Having  been  in  this  kind  of  business  as  long  as  he  has  ,  he’s  come  to  know  that  most  loyalty  can  be  easily  earned  and  the  one  who  paid  more  than  his  rivals  came  out  on  top.  Betrayal  comes  easily  to  most  ,  just  as  much  as  the   pull  of  a  trigger.  Guns  for  hire  are  a  different  story  ,  most  of  them  lone  wolves  who  preferred  their  independence  but  how  deep  does  that  desire  run  ? 

@brazcns / GANGSTER AU

[reveretherapier-blog]

shoves a happy meal toy down his throat tbh

man i hope you didn’t hurt your arm stretching it all the way up there you little gremlin

@brazcns