#i would die for captain darius

[illiana-mystery]

Captain John Darius, Inside Man (2006)

[icedmochasi]

i always found it weird how, despite how good of an actor and pragmatist raine is , they ran out to publicly denounce the emperor in their government clothes, in a shoddy disguise, and less than a couple hours after they botched their induction on live TV.

but i think about it now and i just put it down to a coping mechanism? of sorts?

i think the mask they were wearing around their evil coworkers was 'aloof, mysterious, down to earth and kinda strict', like how they interacted with that captain from OTWAT, but then it got completely blown in a humiliating way. it was fine, they can work with 'dorky, implusive, whispers', but at that moment they were itching to run away and actually get some stuff done

the second time we see such impulsiveness is when they suggest eda warps their magic to kill off eber and darius as a last ditch effort. this one i also didn't understand, because the batts were fine, so why was raine leaving them behind like that?

then it struck me that raine didn't know that. we knew the batts simply landed in the conformation, a place broken out of twice, and in a cell that upon closer inspection wasn't even locked, but raine saw none of it.

they were going off what they knew for sure, and that was when you betrayed the throne, you wrote your own death sentence. as they climbed through the ranks, they'd been brushing shoulders with some of the most casually cruel people the Isle had to offer, and so for all raine knew, the batts were already dead.

therefore, fueled with adrenaline and refusing to think about the worst of it, they decided to make use of the strongest weapon in their arsenal. and its important to note that raine did not initially know the spell would kill them (it forever pains me the way their voice cracks on 'we might not make it ourselves') but they were willing to go down with the ship if all other avenues were exhausted.

then it turned out eda had kids. then it turned out the batts weren't dead. then it turned out that darius and eber were trying to help.

can you imagine it in their mind? because of their implusiveness, they nearly put the whole operation in jeaporady. if they had gone through with their plan, then the entire rebellion would have been crushed, and king would have been an orphan (again).

so raine swears to not make the same mistake twice, and push eda away for her own safety. this is probably far from the first time this has happened, where raine had to restrain from helping someone just to make sure everyone as whole is safe.

but it's all for naught. eda does as eda does, and pushes through all of raine's barriers trying to reach them. (really want a fic where darius comes to tease raine after the parade, and be like 'how did you cope with terra breathing down your neck like that' but finds raine in tears. it's very awkward because they haven't repaired their relationship so much yet, but darius sits down anyway and. they talk <3)

the situation reaches a boiling point, where raine has no choice but to put her in the line of fire, but again, makes a mistake.

this one wasn't impulsive, i don't think. the plan made genuine sense: eda knew raine best, so they couldn't impersonate darius or eber. and she was going to be flanked by them anyway, so the plan was foolproof.

but it still failed. and so, desperate for just something, anything to go to plan, raine used up the last of their strength to save eda.

just,,, *gently taps roof of raine* this funky little enby has so much survivor's guilt

All of this anon, I agree.

Also, you are right! Raine not knowing what happened to the BATTs once they ended up totally covered by Darius' abomination goo is not something that has occurred to me before. For all Raine knew, Darius killed them instantly by crushing them or sent them somewhere to die. Since the BATTs are basically Raine's kids, it adds a whole new layer to Raine being fully ready to murder Darius (and by extension Eber) and makes the decision make even more sense.

Darius messed with Raine's kids. No one does that. If you do, you die.

I'd like to think that after Darius really started becoming attached to Hunter and he conversed with Raine about what happened in Eda's Requiem, Darius went: "Honestly, I understand you more than I ever thought I would about being fiercely protective of the kids you are care about. If the situations were reversed, and I thought there was a chance you killed Hunter, I would have tried to murder you, guaranteed."

Also, yeah, not only would King be orphaned, no one left alive would have been able to tell King what happened to her. She would have simply disappeared and for all King knew she did willingly.

I agree about her impersonating Raine because she knew them best. Although, a big bonus to her impersonating Darius would have been the gloves, it would have covered the curse and probably would have prevented her from being discovered until it was too late. Unless, she made Darius so OCC the other Coven Heads knew it wasn't him.

I also think Raine wouldn't have let her impersonate Darius, Darius is their heavy hitter, they know firsthand how strong he is, I think Raine wanted Darius up there to help protect her.

[sassyandclassy94]

Shipping Challenge

Okay... I was not tagged, but I couldn't resist so the heck with it, right? Anyway, let's get started!

(I tag anyone who wants to do this!)

1. First ship

Black Beauty & Ginger from Anna Sewell's 'Black Beauty'

These two are the first ever 'couple' I ever remember shipping. Even though they were horses I loved them and their dynamic so much; how she hated him the moment he arrived and how he loved her from the beginning; Ginger eventually having a change of heart as she watched Beauty almost die one night. I don't know, I just really liked them as a child and honestly still count them as an OTP

2. First OTP ship

Willie and Missie LaHaye from the Love Comes Softly Series

I LOVED them and they were probably my biggest OTP before SwanFire. I'm also pretty sure I had a composition book full of, what I didn't know was referred to as, 'fanfictions' about them. Preteen me really loved them and I remember thinking that I wanted to have a relationship like these two someday :)

3. Current favorite shippings

Emma Swan & Neal Cassidy (SwanFire) from Once Upon a Time

Ahh, the Lost Girl and the Lost Boy, the cause of the curse and the reason for the curse. Both sad, broken, and depressed kids who found a home in each other. If that's not poetic, I don't know what is. These two will forever be my number 1 OTP :)

Hiccup & Astrid

Need I say more or go on? I love how these two lean on each other - how she backs him up any time he needs it; always the first to listen and respect his crazy ideas. They're special and a close second to SwanFire :)

Prince Rhen & Harper from the book "A Curse So Dark and Lonely" by Brigid Kemmerer

I read this book back in April (May?) and I still haven't gotten over them. I love a decent Beauty and the Beast retelling.

4. A Ship from the first minute

Snow White and Prince Charming (Once Upon a Time)

Need I say more?

5. A ship I wish had been endgame

Emma & Neal once again

Yeah... I'm still bitter toward the writers for ripping them off. It's okay though - they're endgame in my mind :)

Also Darius and Amarinda from The Ascendance Series but alas! I couldn't find fan art of them. I would've liked them to end up together too but nope... she chose Tobias :'(

6. A ship I wish was canon

Steve McGarrett and Alicia Brown (Hawaii Five-0)

As much as I love McRollins, I wouldn't have been opposed to these two becoming a couple. He saved her life, for Pete's sake and then helped her find and rescue her daughter from a serial killer! How could a woman not fall in love with a man like that?? Oh well. (Also.. Anna? I wanna watch this one!!!)

7. A Ship in the Fandom mostly everyone hates but I love:

Captain Hook and Milah

They were made for each other, what can I say? I mean, he literally had her name on a heart tattooed on his forearm.

8. I don’t watch the show (or read the book) but ship it: (I'm going to watch it though)

Prince Arthur Tudor & Catherine of Aragon (The Spanish Princess)

I don't know if this counts cause of all the clips I've seen and the history and historical fiction books I've read but... *SIGH* What could've been... :(

Rhys & Feyre (A Court of Thorns and Roses)

I've seen enough fanart and bookstagrammers to know that I'm probably gonna like them...

9. A Ship I wish had a different Storyline:

Rhen and Harper once again

I'm still annoyed with the ending she gave them...

10. Favorite ship that is endgame:

Hiccup & Astrid once again

11. A ship where the characters have barely even met (or not at all) but I ship it :

Jack Frost and Elsa

So I watched Rise of the Guardians and I'll admit that I shipped this pairing right away and... I may have started reading fanfics as well. But honestly, I followed a few artists who would draw these two quite frequently and I kinda jumped on the shipping wagon then and there.

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There's my ship list! There are probably more that I can't think of the moment but oh well! You all get the idea! (I don't know if books counted but THEY COUNT TONIGHT!!!)

[fury-of-darkin]

Chaos Interactions With Every Champ

Ahri: “I remember every battle... And I remember your kind...”

Akali: “Carve your own path, Akali, and cut down any who defy you.”

Akshan: “You would wage war alone... But what if you had allies at your back, Akshan?”

Alistar: “Are you content to watch your kind live and die as Noxian puppets?”

Amumu: “Even in a sea of sorrow, the seeds of strife can still grow...”

Anivia: “How long will your remain idle while your brothers fight, Anivia?”

Annie: “The bear merely reflects what is within you, child. Let it out...”

Aphelios: “Rise against your oppressors, and bathe the sun in blood!”

Ashe: “Your unity will never last...”

Aurelion Sol: “Even the stars are not above war.”

Bard: “May this battle be commemorated in the heavens...”

Blitzcrank: “Can a machine become a warrior? Let us find out!”

Bel’Veth: “This world was forged in war. Its people will fight until the last.”

Brand: “The second-coming of the Runewars is at hand...”

Braum: “To protect what you hold dear, blood MUST be spilled.”

Caitlyn: “The only law on the battlefield is chaos.”

Camille: “The more you oppress the masses, the more their resentment grows.”

Cassiopeia: “You know not what you’ve unleashed, snake... But I thank you, regardless.”

Cho’Gath: “Will the Void consume Runeterra... Or the reverse?”

Corki: “A war to bloody the heavens themselves... Perhaps you are onto something, yordle.”

Darius: “I sense... Hesitation. Doubt. Your time is nearing its end, general.”

Diana: “Lead the Lunari to war, Diana, or they will leave you behind.”

Dr. Mundo: “Remember who you were. Remember what you’ve suffered. Do you not hate them, Mundo?”

Draven: “Battle is not sport, Draven; it is ART.”

Ekko: “So long as Piltover stands, Zaun will suffer. You know this... You can change it.”

Elise: “What will you do, I wonder, when your followers learn the truth of your deceptions?”

Evelynn: “War drew you to this realm, but it seems you developed... Different methods.” Alternate (Joke): “The only lust I feel is bloodlust.”

Ezreal: “You’ve studied my legend. Now, your research has brought you to me...”

Fiddlesticks: “So, you have awakened again... Let us remind them why they fear us.”

Fiora: “I accept your challenge, Fiora.”

Fizz: “The battlefield is no place for games.”

Galio: “Demacia’s greatest weapon... I will cherish this fight!”

Gangplank: “You lost the battle, Captain, but you have not lost the war. Let us turn the tides, together...”

Garen: “To protect Demacia, you must crush ALL your enemies, Garen; even if they are your kin.”

Gnar: “Perhaps the only yordle fit to be considered my muse...”

Gragas: “This is no mere tavern brawl!”

Graves: “The call you a coward, liar, cheater, and fool... But when I am done, they will call you a warrior.”

Gwen: “True battle is far grander than a child’s fantasies. Let me show you...”

Hecarim: “The shadow of war... A shadow of your former glory.”

Heimerdinger: “You cannot escape war, professor. That... Is a fact.”

Illaoi: “Your god and I want the same thing, Illaoi; for you to fight with all that you have!”

Irelia: “Ionia’s enemies amass, even now. Lead your people to battle, Irelia!”

Ivern: “The Godwillow stole all that made you great, Ivern. I will avenge what was taken from you.”

Janna: “Only the worthy are remembered... Why should anyone pray to you, spirit?”

Jarvan IV: “A true king must fight for his right to rule.”

Jax: “You seek warriors to join your cause... Let me help you find them.”

Jayce: “To discard the old and make way for the new; THAT is true progress. That... Is war.”

Jhin: “Oh, the things we could do together, Jhin...” Alternate/Joke: “Finally, someone who understand my work!”

Jinx: “Fear, sorrow, anger, grief... All drowned out by madness.”

Kai’Sa: “It is not enough to merely survive. If you intend to fight, fight to win.”

Kalista: “You would have made a fine vessel for the Bow...”

Karma: “Your words ring true. Now, you must act upon them.”

Karthus: “The most elegant deaths are found in the heat of battle.”

Kassadin: “You crusade against the Void alone, but not for much longer...”

Katarina: “Assassins are but pawns of war, so easily discarded...”

Kayle: “We have fought once before, Aspect. let us see whose vessel triumphs this time!”

Kayn: “Your latest vessel has potential... More than you realize, Scythe.”

Kennen: “The Kinkou grasp tightly to their control of Ionia, strangling it...”

Kha’Zix: “Your are versatile, but can you adapt a warrior’s rage?”

Kindred: “You have witnessed each of my works. Now, prepare for another masterpiece!”

Kled: “Some call you a hero, while others call you mad. There is little difference between the two...”

Kog’Maw: “You remind me of someone I know... But you lack his eloquence.“

LeBlanc: “Do you even remember why you fight? Do you recall your true foe?”

Lee Sin: “So much potential, Lee Sin. You... May be the hero Ionia needs...”

Leona: “You cast love aside for faith, Leona. There is no room for regret.”

Lillia: “You are the walking embodiment of naiveté...”

Lissandra: “You are a coward, surrendering before the fight has even begun.”

Lucian: “Do not fear losing her again. Rage against those that would take her from you!”

Lulu: “The only color I need, child, is crimson...”

Lux: “War is coming, Luxanna. You MUST choose a side.”

Malphite: “You were made to be a weapon, Malphite. Remember your purpose...”

Malzahar: “You are not the first prophet I have slain, nor will you be the last...”

Maokai: “Life prevails, so long as it has the will to fight.”

Master Yi: “Are you truly fit to be called a master? Raise your blade, and show me.”

Miss Fortune: “Your fight is not over yet, Sarah. You must not rest until your foe is crushed.”

Mordekaiser: “We meet again, Sahn-Uzal. May this battle be as glorious as our last...”

Morgana: “How long will you hide from your sister, Morgana? Does she, too, not deserve judgement?”

Nami: “The moonstone only prolongs the inevitable. How long will the Marai tolerate this cycle?”

Nautilus: “Even the seas are but another venue for my work.” Alt/Joke: “I have seen many weapons... You are the first to wield an anchor.”

Neeko: “You may mimic my form, but can you match my blade?”

Nidalee: “Remember what the Kiilash did, Nidalee...”

Nilah: “Sadness and rage, snuffed out by Joy...”

Nocturne: “After the slaughter, the survivors will remember it in their dreams...”

Nunu and Willump: “Some day, you must take up a real weapon, child.”

Olaf: “You will be remembered, Olaf. I will see to that...”

Orianna: “What truly makes one human is the will to fight. Has that, too, been lost...?”

Ornn: “I admire your craft, but your flames are colder than they once were...”

Pantheon: “Remember why you fight, Atreus, or I will remind you...”

Poppy: “Heroes are not born or found; they are forged in blood.”

Pyke: “You are but the echo of bloodlust, wrapped in delusion.”

Qiyana: “Rouse your people, Qiyana! A new age dawns for Ixtal...”

Quinn: “Land or sky, no foe escapes my blade!”

Rakan: “Why do you truly fight, Rakan? For your cause, or for her...?”

Rammus: “People have gone to war in your name, Rammus. How fascinating...” Alt/Joke: “Yes, I am... Alright.”

Rek’Sai: “So the Void wars against itself. Interesting...”

Renata: “Wealth alone will not conquer the world. An empire must be built on a foundation of blood.”

Renekton: “So this is the Magus’s handiwork... I approve.”

Rengar: “In the jungle, you are a hunter. On the battlefield, you would be prey...”

Rhaast: “Your new vessel suits you, Scythe...”

Riven: “You are a warrior at heart, Riven. You cannot escape your own nature.”

Rumble: “An impressive machine, but how long will it last on the battlefield?”

Ryze: “The Runewars were extraordinary, but even greater conflicts lie ahead... ”

Sejuani: “Charge ahead, Sejuani! Let none stand in your path, not even the gods!”

Senna: “Your fight is not done until your enemy is dead, Senna. You disappoint me.”

Sett: “Battle is more than a spectacle. It is art, and I will make you my muse...”

Shaco: “The battlefield is no place for games.”

Shen: “You may see the realm of spirits, but you do not UNDERSTAND it.”

Shyvana: “When the war on magic reaches its apex, who will you stand with, Shyvana?”

Singed: “I know how to summon the monster in men. Allow me to show you...”

Sion: “An impressive attempt, but flawed execution. I will remind you of your true glory, Sion...”

Sivir: “War is on the horizon. You MUST fight, Sivir; it matters not for whom.”

Skarner: “I can help you avenge your kin, brackern...”

Sona: “The clashing of steel, the cries of the dying... These are MY music.”

Soraka: “You seek to protect them? Are you ready to spill blood to do so, Starchild?”

Swain: “March your armies as far as they will go, Grand General. Wage as much war as you can... You haven’t much time left.”

Sylas: “Rouse your kin, Sylas! Crush your oppressors! Show them you will not be silenced!”

Tahm Kench: “We meet again, River King. I thank you for providing me such a compatible host...”

Taliyah: “The earth remembers every drop of blood spilled upon it...”

Talon: “You harbor the instincts of a killer... I may make something of you yet...”

Taric: “A failure of a soldier, yet you would fight for the heavens? Pathetic...”

Teemo: “Beneath a kind smile and unassuming visage lies the heart of something greater...”

Tristana: “Allow me to teach you what it TRULY means to be a soldier...”

Trundle: “Show them your might, Troll King. Teach them to fear your kind, as they once did!”

Tryndamere: “Tryndamere... My greatest creation! Your rage will shake the heavens and earth alike...”

Twisted Fate: “Leave your fate to chance, and she will cut it short...”

Twitch: “You would wage war on the surface? ...I suppose I have worked with worse...”

Udyr: “There is little difference between men and beasts; you are living proof.”

Urgot: “Rise up, Urgot! Let Piltover and Noxus alike feel your wrath!”

Varus: “The bow is the cruelest of us all, yet YOUR hands guide its arrows...”

Vayne: “I sense the fear in your heart, huntress. Your guise cannot deceive me...”

Veigar: “You are but a twisted mirror of Sahn-Uzal... And a small one, at that.”

Vel’Koz: “For all your study, you have learned nothing of human nature. Allow me to enlighten you...”

Vi: “There can be no peace between the cities, Vi. War is coming... For whom will you fight?”

Viego: “You are a pale shadow, Viego; you will fade, and be forgotten.”

Viktor: “Emotion is no weakness, Viktor. Let me remind you what you seek to abandon...”

Vladimir: “You squander our gift, Vladimir. Where I make history, you linger in its shadows...”

Volibear: “Let us remind them of the fury in their hearts, spirit. Let us return this land to its ancient glory!”

Warwick: “An attempt was made, but the end result... I will put you out of your misery, beast.”

Wukong: “Fight and grow stronger, so that all your enemies will fear the name Wukong.”

Xayah: “The price of the freedom you seek is blood, Xayah... From human and vastaya alike.”

Xerath: “Xerath... Your work is truly outstanding. I am impressed...”

Xin Zhao: “You are Demacia’s greatest warrior, Xin Zhao. Make them remember why.”

Yasuo: “You once sought glory on the battlefield, Yasuo. It is not too late to claim it...”

Yone: “The answers you seek will not save you, Yone...”

Yorick: “A war of the undead? Interesting... I look forward to seeing the fruits of your labor.”

Yuumi: “Not all thresholds can be so easily crossed...”

ZAC: “Do not shrink away from what lurks in men’s hearts. It is beautiful, is it not?”

Zed: “Show Ionia’s enemies the might of darkness!”

Zeri: “Your home will never no peace, so long as they live beneath the boots of tyrants...”

Ziggs: “Your work would be greatly appreciated by any army.”

Zilean: “You cannot undo Icathia’s loss, but you can still strive for victory against its destroyer...”

Zoe: “Make no mistake, child: Twilight will discard you when you have served your purpose...”

Zyra: “My blade cuts deeper than any thorn.”

[mrstaeminlee]

Mission Complete Ch. 1

You had two goals in life. One: Complete your squad training without dying. Two: Fuck Levi Ackerman

Pairings: Levi/f!reader

Warnings: Swearing, eventual smut, lmk if I need to add anything~

You really had no idea what the fuck prompted you to join the military. Maybe it was to find some redeeming grace in the eyes of your dying mother, maybe it was because you wanted a life with as much stability as one could muster, maybe it was because you just fucking hated farming.

Whatever it was, you wished to any God that would listen that you would have buried it in the ground along with the countless friends and family members you had lost to the Titans.

The first week of the cadet corps was everything you knew you would hate and more. Between the foul smelling breath of the commandant threatening to make you puke up the bread you had managed to steal, to working your body to the point of sneaking away from one on one combat to puke behind the bushes, after seven days you had almost decided that maybe digging in the dirt for the rest of your miserable life wasn't so bad.

There was only one thing stopping you from making your own walk of shame to the wagon of regret.

Levi Ackerman.

AKA the man you fantasized about every night when you managed to find enough strength to finger yourself below the covers.

He was a couple of inches shorter, true, but you were willing to break your rule of not fucking anyone shorter than you for him.

You had only see him twice in your life by complete chance, the first had been when you happened to be by the gates in time to see the Scouts returning from what was undoubtably another failed mission, and you decided that what the hell, might as well have a look at Humanity's Strongest in the flesh. Granted, it hadn't been his best day; his green cloak was splattered with what could only have been the blood of his comrades as it didn't look as if he had a single scratch on him, but he looked like a god, albeit one that had just gotten his ass kicked out of heaven. His eyes seemed to be sunken in, and even from how far away you were you found yourself shivering from the intensity of his dead gaze. You weren't sure what possessed you to lift your hand as he eyes moved through the crowd, looking for whom, you didn't know, or what possessed him to raise those eyes to you, but you found yourself lost in haunted silver as you gave a soft wave. The way he seemed to look straight through you, not even seeing you even as you stared at each other, was enough to convince you that you needed to do whatever it took to see this man again.

You enlisted the start of the next week.

The second time was completely by chance.

Everyone was desperate for military recruits, and desperate times called for desperate calls to important people to make appearances in front of people that were well, not very important.

Erwin Smith, Dot Pixis, Nile Dawk, Levi Ackerman, Hange Zoe, Rico Brzenska, and even Darius Zackly graced the entrance ceremony of the new Cadets, and you thanked whatever bone in your body made you a teacher's pet because you had a front row seat to the man that had plagued your thoughts every single day in the past week. His appearance was brief and he didn't speak, just stared at the fresh faces, some cocky, some blank, but mostly terrified new recruits, and you could have sworn that you saw a tinge of sadness hidden in the silver, as if he could already foresee the deaths of everyone in front of him. He followed after Erwin immediately after the blond gave his speech about thanking you all for making the decision to serve humanity and you fought the urge to roll your eyes. 'I'm not doing this for humanity, I'm doing this for dick,' you thought as you signed your life away to this shit camp for the next two years.

How one man who was fucking shorter than you managed to convince you to trade the next 728 days, 14 hours, 37 minutes, and 15 seconds of your life for physical and emotional hell was beyond you, and yet here you were, standing proud and slightly hungover from the pre-graduation celebrating you did with Eren, Mikasa, and Armin the night before. They hadn't initially been your first choice in friends, but Armin was nice to you from the start and once you very quickly learned that flirting with Eren in front of Mikasa was not in your best interest, you had decided that they were alright; especially when Eren's Titan form had been revealed. If anyone was going to have to get close enough to keep an eye on Eren, it would be Captain Levi.

The very man you were thinking of walked on the stage along with Nile Dawk, Dot Pixis, and Erwin Smith as the three took turns giving their pitch. You hadn't made the top 10 but were happy for your friends that were, you were content with your place as 13th. In a class of over 500, you still considered it a win, and if your parents were still alive you knew they'd be proud. As the remaining members of the top 10 who had opted to join the elitest MP's went off to talk to Nile and the other scared fucks ran off to sign themselves to the Garrison regiment, you and around a hundred other members stayed where you were and you licked your lips, forcing your heart rate to calm itself. 'Calm down, you can't work your way up to fucking the strongest man in the world if you die of heart attack before-'

"Listen up you little shits."

Oh my God he was speaking you've never heard his voice before it's so fucking-

"Most of you are going to die. Are you prepared for that?"

Ah, so Humanity's Strongest was a sweet talker.

"Erwin is making me come up here and talk, so we're all going to pretend that I'm saying some meaningful bullshit. But here's the truth: If you aren't strong, you will die, and it will be painful. Imagine the thought of seeing your childhood friend's entrails being slurped up like spaghetti by a Titan, while the entire time he's conscious enough to reach his hand out for you, and you are able to do nothing for him because you spent exactly one second hesitating, or you were a moment too late to draw your blades, or react to the threat. If that scares you, then do us all a favor and put down that half assed salute and sell your soul to the Garrison where you'll spend your days fucking the best whores for a discount if you're in uniform and getting drunk on the clock."

After his touching speech you and your now dripping panties decided that you had indeed made the right decision in selling yourself to the Scouts.

One month later

It was moments like these, where you weren't quite trashed but definitely more than tipsy, that you had never been happier to be part of the survey corps. I mean, you were in peak physical shape (you still couldn't believe you had abs. Abs!), you were hot, you were fit, and you knew Sasha Braus, who had managed to steal a few bottles of top shelf liquor from the higher ups.

You were also horny as fuck. It had been over a year since you'd gotten laid, and you were using the dildo you'd bought on your first trip back into town as often as you brushed your teeth (twice a day, you didn't fuck with cavities). You briefly thought about enlisting the help of one of your current drinking buddies but after seeing your choices you decided to leave it to old faithful hidden in your pillowcase. There was Jean, who albeit was pretty hot even with the long face but was so in love with Mikasa it made you want to vomit. Marco, who you were almost one hundred percent sure was gay; Connie, who held the sexual appeal of a pile of horse shit, although he was super nice. Reiner almost looked promising but you knew underneath those stocky muscles was a shitload of emotional baggage you didn't want, and Bertholt was head over heels for Annie of all people. That left Armin and Eren. Eren you already knew was out, while your slut senses told you he'd be a great lay, you weren't quite ready for your life to end at the hands of Mikasa. That left Armin. You tilted your head, staring at him as you sipped on your god forsaken concoction and debated fucking him or not. He wasn't outright sexy, but he'd filled in well during the two years of training and you had seen glimpses of his surprisingly impressive muscles under his white shirt. He might actually do. He'd be shy as hell and you would have to lead everything, not to mention he'd probably cum in less than a minute, but it just might-

“Did you guys know that Captain Levi is a virgin?"

You spit the mix of vodka, rum, and whatever mixer Reiner had put in all over the face of the person you had just considered fucking.

"I'm sorry, what?" You turned your attention to Christa, apologetically handing Armin a napkin and patting his cheek.

Christa blushed at the attention and scooted closer to Ymir, who threw an arm around her shoulders and gave Reiner her customary 'If you even look at her weird, I will gut you' look. "W-Well, recently I started helping out in the infirmary because they've been short handed. You all know, it's that time of year where everyone has to get looked at and they give us that sheet of paper to fill out with all of our personal information to keep track of potential diseases. I was in charge of filing the paperwork the day they brought all of the officers in, and on the paper they ask you how many sexual partners you've had and Captain Levi wrote 0. But you guys, you have to promise not to tell anyone! This is private information, if it somehow gets out that I told you this I'll get into a lot of trouble!"

Ymir chuckled, placing a sloppy kiss at the top of the blonde's head. "Don't worry about a thing sweet cheeks, if any of these miscreants here says a word I'll kill them for ya. But we don't have to worry about that at all, now do we?" She glared at each person in the room, who all looked as if Christa were a ghost, and slowly shook their heads.

Your life was changed.

Captain Levi Ackerman.

The strongest man in the world.

Rumored former thug of the Underground.

The person responsible for killing as many Titans as a hundred soldiers.

The person whose squad every scout dreamed of being on, was a virgin.

You screeched out a laugh before you could help it, the alcohol doing nothing to try and make you quiet yourself as you fell onto your back laughing, cup long forgotten as it rolled across the floor. The person who initiated your drive to join the military in the first place, the person you literally dreamed of fucking, had never gotten his dick wet.

Clearly, you had your work cut out for you.

If you managed to live through the sight of Ymir reaching over to punch you in the face to shut you up.

[kojinnie]

Dream Me Home: Before Shiganshina

Pairing: Erwin Smith x Reader (gender neutral)

Tags: angst, mild fluff, established relationship (implied), canon universe. Reader is one of the Veterans. spoiler alert if you haven’t gone through anime S3

Summary: Moments shared with Erwin Smith leading up to his timely death. A three-chapter story, surrounding moments before and after the Battle of Shiganshina.

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: Set after Levi tried to convince Erwin not to head for Battle of Shiganshina.

This will be a trilogy, with the next two parts coming up soon! All the time set before, during and after Battle of Shiganshina. Hope you enjoy this!

There was an evident pain in the eyes of Levi Ackerman and Hange Zoe as they stepped out of Erwin’s office, and you could feel the weight of their stares immediately fell to the floor when they met your eyes.

Your steps were heavy as you approached them, but it was obvious that they had no intention to making a stop at you. Just Hange passing sympathy to you, patting your shoulder in consolation and Levi, the ever so quiet soldier, murmuring with regret, “We couldn’t change his mind. Sorry.” 

And then they both strived on. Leaving the hallway leading to Erwin’s office as quiet as it was before.

You could feel the stonewall of Mitras grew cold at your touch as you leaned to it, as you gathered what’s left of your heart. You had been anxiously pacing outside Erwin’s office for hours, wishing that there was enough power in Hange and Levi’s words in convincing Erwin to turn away from the eyes of war. You had been wishing, that if your solemn plea did not get to Erwin’s heart, at least his camaraderie with Levi and Hange would. As it happened, it all turned out to be nothing but a wishful thinking.

The afternoon sunrays dispersed through the columns of Mitras, and they made a beautiful gleam of warmth on the hallway steps leading to Erwin’s office. There’s beauty in living, you thought to yourself and it saddened you because you did not understand why Erwin would want to leave this all behind.

You racked your brain, trying to gather all the things you would reason to him with. All the beauties in the living he could see: The glimmer of Trost’s cobblestones underneath the street lamps; the joyful shriek of kids basking in the summer heat; the piercing cold of winter expedition outside the wall; or even, the mundane military briefing with the odd bore that Darius Zackly was, where Erwin would steal a glance at you across the room. And then the smile you faintly threw back at him, or the butterflies within your guts as you saw him rose from his seat, laying out his battle strategy before the eyes of the Wall’s most important men. Would those be enough reasons to soften the hardened heart of Erwin Smith?

He knew you had been lingering outside his office, evident by his call to you just now. His deep voice seeped through the door that wasn’t fully closed, “You can come in now.”

You knew what it was not to cry, to dismiss your emotion for it was the worst weakness a soldier could ever possess. Battle-born and inured, you had no privilege of being fragile when it comes to the fate of all human: death.

So, you remained stoic, as you walked in to his office.

“Commander.”

“Captain.”

Your eyes met, and the look of agony was apparent in the skies of his eyes that had grown cold and tired. He averted his eyes from you, quickly to the paper works laid out on the desk in front of him. Your heart broke to see the struggle he had writing down simple notes, slowly and carefully by each alphabet, as he was still trying to make use of his left arm.

You closed the door behind you and made your way to him, repossessing all the self-restraint you had, “You’re a difficult man to sway.”

Once the door was closed, and there were only the two of you, you could feel warmth started to grew in Erwin. Something unbeknownst to other soldiers but you, “I am,” He said with a dim smile, “Unfortunately.”

“You must be proud of yourself,” there was a bitterness in your statement that you masked by pacing around Erwin’s office, staring afar at the view of the afternoon through his windows.

“I would, if I still had my right arm,” Erwin laid out a large parchment, and reached for the ruler, staring at the squad formation that he had strategized, “and not be a dead weight to my soldiers—do you mind?”

You quickly helped to hold the parchment and the ruler in place, as Erwin drew formation lines with his left hand. Shaky, he messed his inked.

He gruntled in annoyance and threw a new parchment on the table, signaling you to take over instead. You had become acquainted of Erwin Smith’s thoughts and ideas, and without much direction you drew the formation he was meaning to draw.

“I will lead the cavalry here,” he pointed at the forefront of the formation, motioning for you to draw accordingly, “the rear will be packed with new recruits. Unfortunately, it will be our most susceptible point. I’ll have Levi there.” You drew an x with red ink on the places he’d pointed at, a mark signifying the position of humanity’s strongest soldier.

“Where Hange and the kids will be?”

“They’re not kids anymore,” he retorted in dismay, there was almost a pain in the way he spoke, “not since the wall broke.”

He had grown to care for the kids, you came to realize. The 104th Cadets who got so deep in the crossfire of humanity’s last effort to survive, and now they’re at the front-line of it. Retaking Wall Maria was the mission, and Shiganshina was the destination. This was the city decimated by the might of the Colossal and Armored Titan years ago, the beginning of a prolonged dark sequence in a life that was already a living hell. And now they were to return, at the same place it started, facing the same Titans.

You remembered it, fighting for survival through the hurdles of cobbles and rubbles, as houses and buildings of Shiganshina flew like debris across your head. The uncanny stench of guts and blood, as you made your best effort to keep anyone alive from the wrath of the giant devils.

The way your Scout uniform latched on to your skin, dampened by the blood of mothers and daughters – is a memory forever ingrained deep within your mind. You were there, and the fear never left you. That’s why you left the Scout and joined the Garrison, “serve where you may” were the words that Erwin uttered the day you announced your repositioning, as you coped with the possibility of losing Erwin, each time he braced another expedition outside the wall. No longer with you close to him, or in any position where you may give aid whenever danger bruised him. You were selfish, but Erwin understood your decision.

“Is this the formation you’re going to use against the Beast Titan?” you asked. There was an immediate scare creeping through your spine as you mentioned the devil’s name. You had heard of this newly emerging titan; a creature of horror, one that was so menacing with capability beyond compare. The one that took Miche, and the one that Erwin had to face now.

He did not say a word, only a nod.

“Have you fought him before?” The wariness in your voice was getting apparent, as emotions started to defeat your trained restraint, “how do you know your standard formation would work on him?”

The Commander sighed, validating your fear. Ever since he lost an arm, his balance had been quite compromised. He put his hand on the surface of his working desk for support, as he sat himself down on his leather-bound chair.

“You don’t.”

“Yes. You’re right,” Erwin paused for a moment, and slowly tilted his head up to look at you towering over him. It was a foreign sight, to see him wounded and fragile as he had always been the shield of courage to your feeble heart, “I do not. I want you to know that.”

“What will happen then?”

Erwin looked down, his right hand reached to where his left arm used to be, massaging it softly. You knew he had not coped well with his injury, the sleepless nights, the ghostly itch, the deprecation he inflicted towards himself. Erwin Smith was not used to being looked down and pitied, and it frustrated him to no end. When the news broke that he would be heading for the mission, everyone thought the same, ‘He is going to die’, but no one had enough guts to tell him directly to his face but Levi and you. Everyone thought that Erwin was oblivious to this possibility, but only the two of you knew that Erwin already anticipated the possible lethal end for him, and still, it would not dissuade his choice. Erwin had made his decision.

Erwin reached for the ruler and pointed the lines and crosses you had drawn, elaborating the plan of capturing both Colossal and Armored Titan with the explosive device that Hange had invented. He talked about the prospect of retaking Wall Maria, its details and strategies, and it was upsetting that at times Erwin would treat you like you were only his soldier, not someone who had been close to his heart for years.

You softly put down the ruler in his hand to the desk, as your eyes fell on his, “Erwin, what will happen to you?” The Commander in Erwin dissipated in your presence, and you could feel his eyes started to display the vulnerability he had sworn to disguise to no end, “You’re in no condition to fight.”

“That’s true.” He muttered, holding the hand you had on his ruler. His thumb softly caressed the skin on your knuckles as he dragged his stare away from your eyes – gazing afar at the afternoon skies that had turned warmly tinted as the sun fell, “Levi was adamant that I’d return as a corpse if I go.”

The coil in your guts grew tighter as you gulped your despair down with the pretense of a toughened comrade, “I share his foresight.”

“You do?”

“Erwin, I do.”

The words hung in your throat like a tumor. You realized, death has countless faces, and you have encountered many of them, yet Erwin’s would be the one death you may never recover from.

Erwin smiled, taking your hand to his lips and kissed it long, closing his eyes with an odd serene look on his face, “In another world, you would say those words in a completely different circumstance, you know?”

You cackled, because you had no better response to that, but even trying to humorize the predicament you were in only pain your heart further, “Yes, I know.”

The tears finally broke soundlessly, it seeped through the crack of your broken heart, and cascaded down your face to Erwin’s relief, as he realized he still held what’s left of your heart, “What will become of me then?” you asked, “Without you?”

He stood up and pulled you closer, cupping your face with his coarse hand and kissed the eyelid where the tear had fallen from, as he said softly, “I want you to listen carefully.”

You nodded, and peeled your face away from his hand. Listening like an obedient soldier that you were.

“If I don’t make it, Hange will lead on as the Commander. Levi, he will make it out alive. He must.” Erwin eyes didn’t leave yours, “Many of us will not be returning home. If I be one of them… I want you to take me home. Whatever left of me. I want you to be the one to recover my body, and lay me next to my father.”

“My soldiers will need your help. If the time comes and a messenger has been dispatched to confirm that we have won the battle, I want you to bring your Garrison squad to Shiganshina, to help the wounded, and bring the bodies home – to peace that they have died for."

You nodded, although his words swarmed your mind like piercing knives. But you nodded, because you wanted to be strong even when the strength that you always leaned yourself on was to depart and never return.

You looked once again at the divine blue irises that taught you all about duty and tenacity, and imagined the life you could live on if Erwin and you weren’t born in the lap of despair that you called home. In another life, you would hear music of peace and pride, not somber wail of war and wrath. But for now, you chose to live and savor the painful taste of goodbye.

“I’ll be close behind, Commander,” you said with a faint smile, dusting yourself up, “you can count on me.”

Erwin passed a solemn nod as he pulled you in closer to the last embrace you would have with him, and whispered, “Dream me home, my darling. Dream me home when I’m no longer here.”

Hey guys! Thanks for reading it. So far, this is still one of the works that I enjoyed writing the most, so glad if you happen to like it!

ADD-ON: Anyway, if you like this and wonder how Levi x Reader version the night before the battle would be like, @weepinglevi wrote Levi's conversation with his S/O the night before the battle. And I really love her works so much, you can check hers here.

Hope you have a nice day and remember: Erwin loves you.

Or you can check my Masterlist here!

[idle-compy]

alright! here's some mostly incomprehensible thoughts I put down as I was watching

warning!! below consists of spoilers!!

SWIMSUITS

DARIUS AND BROOKLYNN PRANK TEAM YEAH

BROOKLYNN ASKING SAMMY IF SHE HAS A CRUSH ON YAZ AAAHHH

BLUE

KENJI DANCING AAAHAHA

BENJI FIGHT SORTA

E750 IS TERRIFYNG THE HECK

SAMMY NO

SAMMY IF YOU DIE I WILL RIOT

SAMMINA FLASHBACKS

YES BEN BLOW SOMETHING UP

"ben you beautiful, disturbed, beautiful boy"

KENJI PRETENDING TO BE A COW TO MAKE SAMMY FEEL BETTER

I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE

YAZ RUN ISTG

YOU CANT KEEP BREAKING YOUR ANKLE YAZ THAYS NOT HOW IT WORKS

NOW WOULD BE THE PERFECT TIME FOR AN EXPLOSION BOYS

HECK YEAH THERE IT IS

YEA KENJI BE THAT COW

YAZ YOU QUEEN GO SAVE YOUR GF

SAMMY NO AAHHHH

YEAAHHHH

DINOSTAR HUG YEAH

KISS KISS KISS

BEN STOP RUNNING OFF

DARIUS YOU CANT JUST RUN OFF TOO GUYS PLS

yaz that was rhe most unencouraging "you got this I believe in you" she's straining so hard

BEN HOLDING DARIUS UP FROM FALLING THE PARALLEL

BEN QUIT BEING DEPRESSING AND ANGSTY

pls they're all freaking out yaz quit trying to be encouraging and supportive

"you're kindness is killing us"

"I'm not leaving the island" BEN STOP

"I'm happy" "I'm more me on this island than ice ever been"

ben and darius quit fighting bumpy's upset

WAIT NO THIS FIGHT GOT PHYSICAL BOYS STOP

THE DIALOGUE IN THIS FIGHT IS SO FUNNY

BEN REALLY GOT READY TO PUNCH DARIUS SWETIE NO

"I'm not abandoning you again" darius I'm gonna cry

PLS THEIR ACTING LIKE A MARRIED COUPLE AROUND BUMPY PLS

BUMPY HAS A HERD

DINGUS MAKES A RETURN

BEN PULLING OUT THE I LOVE YOU LIKE HE DIDNT JUST TRY TO SOCK DARIUS IN THE FACE

TWO E750SSS????

KENNJ TURN THE BOAT AROND THEYRE ALIVEEE

YES DARIUS YOU ROCK THE CAPTAIN HAT

NO POOR BABY DINO

yeah kenji you do those dino sounds

BABY FOUND ITS MAMA

DARIUS GIVE THE GUN TO SAMMY

GOD THAT SCORPIOUS IS A NEVER ENDING JUMP SCARE JEEZ

YEAH BLUE ATTACK THE SCORPIOUS YOJ GO GIRL

BLUE AND DARIUS ARE FRIENDS YEAH

THEY KNOCKED DOWN A BUILDING

"you guys are my family" ben don't make me cry

don't say goodbye ben go with them GO WITH THEM

oh great I'm crying

KENJI NO TURN THE BOAT AROUND BEEENNN

MORE I LOVE YOUS AHH

HE CHANGED HIS MIND YEAH BEN GO BE WITH THEM

BOY CAN SWIM

HELICOPTERS

LADY THERE ARE ONLY 3 KIDS IN THAT HELICOPTER TURN AROUND THE HECK

MOSASAURUS

DR WU

GOD THE KIDS DIDNT EVEN KNOW THEY WERE OUT THERE FOR 6 MONTHS

LADY YOU CANT WRECK A HELICOPTER WITH 3 KIDS INSIDE THATS NOT HOW YOU RESCUE

sammy picking up ben like hes nothing omg

BROOKLYNN NO YOU CANT SACRIFICE YOURSELF FOR A LAPTOP

hawks is the bad guy I see

the adults in this show enjoy hurting kids a little too much

BARYONYXS

yeah brooklynn threaten dr wu I believe in you

kenji has been an emotional disaster the whole season HE LOVES HIS FRIENDS SO MUCH

"suure what could go wrong except I don't know EVERYTHING"

brooklynn is absolutely DESTROYING this man

kenji stop KENJI STOP

Kenji going rogue to save brooklynn MY HEART

this is the SECOND TIME kenji and brooklynn have been chased by a big scary man

DUDES OUT HERE TRYIN TO KILL KIDS WITH A HELICOPTER SIR?? SIR???

KENJIS MAD MAD

NOT IT ENDING WITH KENJI AND DARIUS ON BAD TERMS

CLIFFHANGER NO

OK SO LIKE OVERALL THOUGHTS I WILL BE MENTALLY SCREAMING UNTIL THE END OF TIME

[goineedsleep]

i am cursed, and also delusional

i got sick recently(not covid, i am a fully vaccinated bitch), so i'm writing this on caffeine and pain

i hope you enjoy the shitshow

-trials of octopath is todays awful fusion idea

-for those of you unaware of trials of manas existence, it's a lot like octopath(and vice versa). trials is a game where you pick 3 characters out of 6 possible options to play as, and the story changes drastically depending on who's in your party. im' gonna have to cut a couple of the octopaths to fit this AU, but i'll be putting them elsewhere- you'll see them eventually

-i'm not even getting into story pairs! every two characters in trials of mana has the same final boss. if you put two characters together who have the same story(say, the fighter/duran or the mage/angela), it gives more information on those characters and their shared story.

-we have olberic the fighter(replacing duran) first. after an invasion of his home, he trusts erhardt with protecting it while he chases after the perpetrator

-then there's cyrus the mage(replacing angela)- he is the prestiged son of a famed scholar. he cannot use the same powerful magic his father could, and thus is chosen to be executed by him. cyrus unleashes enough magical power to teleport out of that situation(this happens in-game), and runs away to seek guidance from the Archbishop of the Church of the Sacred Flame.

-now we have therion the thief. he is a close friend of the leader of the Thieves Guild of the Ravuses, a man known as Heathcote. Darius, an "old friend " of his, saved Heathcotes life from being missing. this results in Heathcote acting very weird from the day he returns- at least, if you ask therion. Heathcote has never expressed the want to start a nation and invade another country until now! he gets help from Heathcotes son, the doctor of their group, to find out what's going on with Heathcote. It turns out... that Darius is using mind control to manipulate Heathcote to follow his bidding. man come on therion was just starting to not punch you in the face every night just when you were about to fall asleep again

-Darius uses dark magic to seal Alfyn away to another realm, and frames Therion for the kidnapping. Therion can't tell the truth about the situation either or kill Darius- Cordelia, Alfyns little sister, will die as well if he even dares due to a cursed article of clothing given to her by Darius.

-luckily for him, Tressa has mercy on him a couple months later and breaks him out of jail. therion decides to investigate the curse in order to find out how to stab Darius in the most affective way imaginable. Also to save Cordelia, but that isn't his priority at the moment

-now we have the warrior princess Primrose

-she's the captain of the woman-led guard of the country of Azelhart

-her mother died during childbirth whilst giving birth to her little sister tressa, and so she decided to take care of her to the best of her ability. her father is very proud of her for taking charge like this, but he still is the parent in this version. he is the one that technically raised tressa since I do not want to force primrose to parent someone when she's like 6

-primrose was just a dedicated babysitter

-she wants tressa to practice her dancing, and when she finds her she's being held at knifepoint by 2 thieves. the barrier protecting Azelhart from enemy forces is broken, tressa is kidnapped, and -Azelhart is no more. Now Primrose is no princess or noble- she's just Primrose

-She goes to the Priest of Light so she can pray for forgiveness from Aelfric before she kills all of the Ravus thieves guild

-H'aanit is the princess of the werewolves. they've been oppressed and marginalized by humans for years, so they've taken up the forest as their home. she's a hunter like most of them are, yet she's never been able to harness the power of her bloodline: it may be due to her being half-human, but she's never been capable of transforming into a beast like her brethren.

-she meets the snow leopard Linde in front of her dead mothers corpse, and starts feeding it

-she has a new pet now -linde and herself work together and they sometimes do better than full-blooded werewolves when they work together

-Z'aanta forms an alliance with Mattias, a man who's worked with the Church of the Sacred Flame a million times -immediately following the forming of this alliance Linde attempts to kill H'aanit -H'aanit doesn't wish to hurt her friend, but she has no choice: she turns into a werewolf for the first time in her life and loses control of her thoughts in her despair

-oh welp the cat's dead(I'M SO SORRY LINDE YOU ARE A VERY GOOD KITTY) -H'aanit heads back home to cry for a minute... then she overhears Mattias admitting that he killed her cat -H'aanit attempts to attack him, and then gets yeeted to Jadd -good job ham, you complete and utter pokemon trainer

-last up, we've got ophilia -she's the adoptive daughter of the Archbishop of the Sacred Flame -she hears Lianna's gonna be going somewhere, she gets an awful vision of Lianna never being seen again following this mission, and goes with her in secret -Lianna gets kidnapped regardless by Mattias -so ophilia decides to find this guy and punch him in the face

-alright that's all of the character backstories

-THANK GOD

-all of these people(save alfyn and tressa, who is being held hostage by the ravus thieves guild) go to jadd first- h'aanit is yeeted there by mattias

-h'aanit notices that her people are invading this town and will be invading Flamesgrace- her next goal is to stop this -olberic wants to stop this as well, so he and h'aanit team up first

-Primrose looks for Tressa in some desperate search, and meets Cyrus during this search. they decide to journey together to Wendel, figuring going together would be better than being alone -they think it's a dumb idea to fight the beastmen, so they decide to escape at night like the bartender suggested

-ophilia finds therion at the bar while looking for food, and overhears his story while she eats soup and bread -she leads him to Wendel, wanting to do help another adventurer before she goes off into the unknown herself

-olberic and h'aanit free the town from beastmen and go to the cavern that leads to flamesgrace(which i am going to keep calling Wendel on accident because that's what it is in trials, srry) -they get there and there's a barrier -archbishop put it up to protect them from the beastmen, and then h'aanit and olberic find the lakeside town of astoria -the villagers keep mentioning how a divine light has started appearing in the area, and olberic shrugs it off and takes a very long nap. the poor man is very tired -ophilia and therion head there as well and follow the light to where it falls- ophilia touches this flame and has to fight a giant robot w/ therion -they win, and ophilia doesn't see it anymore -she shrugs and heads back to astoria, where beastmen have wrecked the town. it is g o n e -ophilia holds a memorial service for them, where she tells therion about how she's a cleric of the Sacred Flame -therion shrugs and suggests they keep going. they don't have much time before it's day and the beastmen attempt to attack Flamesgrace, too

-h'aanit, olberic, cyrus and primrose are having a picnic at the barrier when ophilia and therion arrive -ophilia attempts charging into the barrier, and then it sets on fire and they can all go through -after a long and awkward icebreaker, they all decide to travel together. it's pretty dangerous out there anyways, with the beastmen attacking and atlasdams rumored invasion of Hornburg. the ravus nation is also a major worry, therion reminds them, but they arent' gonna be in the area for a while

-these guys make it to flamesgrace to receive advice on what's coming next -olberic is told to become stronger before challenging atlasdam, and not to do so alone. he continues being in the group due to this -cyrus is told to learn how to understand his emotions- magic is not the forms they teach at school, but rather what comes from the heart. he decides to accompany the travelers so he can escape imprisonment by atlasdam forces -therion first learns of how the dimension Alfyn's been tossed into is inaccessible by humans. it is the birthplace of galdera, and is a realm of which sinners reside after they've lived their lives. Alfyn is probably not going to last very long in this realm- he's as good as dead -therion is then told of how ancient and deadly of a magic the cursed choker is, and that darius is not human. what he is is a mystery, and to save cordelia he must find the sword of aelfric. he cannot save alfyn, so he may as well save his sister -primrose is advised to find her sister and that if she chooses to destroy the ravus nation, aelfric will not support her actions, though they are understandable. if she finds the Sword of Aelfric, she may gain the power she needs to destroy the Ravus nation. -h'aanit is told that Linde will live on through her, and that Mattias is a warlock of Galderas. he has been rejected by the Order of the Sacred Flame as a result, though he does lie very affectively. to save the Kingdom of S'warkii, she must take down Mattias. and since mattias is going after the Sword of Aelfric she may as well accompany Ophilia and make Mattias's efforts worth nothing at all -ophilia is told to find Lianna, since she has been chosen by the Ember. she is now the only person who can rise the Sword of Aelfric from its resting place

-the Sword of Aelfric is hidden within the Sanctuary of Aelfric, which needs an insane amount of power to be opened. normally this power can be leached from the Aelfric Stones, but doing so could let loose ancient and terrible demons. therefore, the 8 gods that reside next to these stones need to be called upon in order to open the portal to the Sanctuary. -Therion suggests going after Aelfric first, since he's the closest one to them. after that, they need to find someone who knows where the rest of them are and also how to get there -they all agree that it's a good plan, but cyrus brings up that the Aelfric Stones each belong to a specific nation or people. going there and borrowing the gods power would be going after large civilizations that have grown around these stones -olberic suggests that they plan this out later, when they have more information and time -they all agree and go ahead to find the first of 8 gods

[2lim3rz]

The pure CONCERN in Captain Darius’s voice when hearing bolter fire hhHHH

YOU!

I WOULD DIE FOR YOU CAPTAIN DARIUS!

[rocket-remmy]

Insides Out||Morgan and Remmy

TIMING: Immediately after the poisoning at Pat’s PARTIES: @mor-beck-more-problems and @whatsin-yourhead​ SUMMARY: Sometimes, you just gotta get it all out. CONTENTS: Gore, Medical Blood, Surgical descriptions, Vomit, Food Poisoning

The alleyway dripped away and Remmy was in a car. A familiar car. They could see a man’s face when they closed their eyes but didn’t know who it was. They’d never seen him before. When their eyes opened again, the world was traveling by slowly. A doorway. The inside of a house. A bathroom. Someone was fussing with their hair, their clothes, their face. Remmy’s head sagged onto their shoulder. They didn’t have the strength to hold it up themself anymore. The burning inside their stomach crawled its way up their chest and into the back of their throat. They leaned over and felt something pour out of their mouth onto the floor. It was thick, heavy, sludge-like. It made their mouth taste like rot. They cried out in their agony. Morgan’s face swam into their vision as their head lolled back again, held up only by her hands. She was talking but they couldn’t hear her. “It burns…” they muttered again, “it burns inside. My st-stomach. It burns.”

 “Yeah, I know it hurts, okay?” Morgan whispered. “I know, Rem. We’re gonna get inside and we’re gonna make it better, okay?” She took Remmy’s face into her hands, looking for a magic sign that said ZOMBIE CURE HERE or give them enough time to tell her something more concrete. “I need to know what you did at that restaurant. What you ate, what you drank--” But Remmy was looking worse by the minute. “Fuck it. Hang on for a second, okay?” She needed a zombie expert, and thanks to Leah, she had about six sitting on her nightstand.

 Remmy groaned again as Morgan tried to prod something out of them. She was asking about what they’d eaten, what they’d had but, they hadn’t had anything, had they? “No…” they mumbled, “nothing...there.” They hadn’t, right? Their mind was dragging behind the words, trying to pull at the string of their memories of the day. “I fed...before…” they muttered as the thought trickled back into their head. They had made sure to eat before so that nothing would happen. Nadia had showed up early, they’d talked, they had eaten a little… They cried out in pain again, nails digging into their stomach. “Hurry,” they said, feeling the blackness begin to eat through their vision. 

 Morgan sprinted through the house and around to her side of the bed. All the zombie books were still there, waiting to have their turn. She had been working her way excitedly before, but this was now officially a research emergency. Fucking secrets and the stupid secret tomes and mislabled resources because of the stupid, stupid fucking supernatural secrecy. If they were human, if they didn’t have to hide, she could just “hey, google!” and take Remmy to the hospital. She crashed back into the bathroom, books clutched to her chest and settled next to Remmy. “You’re gonna be fine, okay? I’m gonna make sure you’re fine.” She started flipping, indexes if there were any, chapter heading if there weren’t. Zombies had been around for awhile. Surely one of them had been through something like this before.

 Remmy wasn’t sure they believed Morgan. It was almost as if they could feel their body shutting down, feel whatever was snaking its way through them taking them over, bit by bit. They began to shiver, even though they did not feel cold. “Morgan, I--” they tried to say, but their voice was wavering, a croak in their throat. “I don’t wanna die…” they finished, heaving again as the pain spiked once more. Their mind raced, thought back to the restaurant, trying to shove pieces together, make sense of anything. “Nell…” they muttered, remembering her collapsed on the floor. “Luce…” they shook, “Nadia...where are...are they okay…?”

 “Forget everyone else! We are taking care of you right now!” Morgan discarded one book and picked up another. She had to grip the book with both hands to keep herself steady. Slow down and actually read, process, what her eyes were seeing. There would be something in here. She would find it. She would save Remmy from whatever bullshit they’d gotten into. “I am going to do this for you. I am going to figure this out.” She started flipping again.

 Finally, she found a chapter that looked promising. ‘Dead Again.’ Their zombie spawn had been infected with something. In distress, their friends had...yikes. “Okay,” she breathed. “This is okay. This is fine.” The drug had been called infector mortis. In high enough dosages, it would make a zombie cease to be and decompose. In a low dose, long lasting torture. Peachy. Morgan got up without a word and went up the stairs. When she came back, she was holding one of Deirdre’s long daggers. “We are going to save you, Remmy. But you are really, really, not gonna like this.”

 Morgan’s body was swimming in and out of their vision. The world felt like it was slowing down around Remmy and their eyes finally drifted closed. Was this it? Was this how they went? Faces swam in and out of their vision. Skylar and Morgan. Nell and Luce. Blanche and Lydia. Nadia, Julie, Deirdre. And then...Darius. Andrews, Captain Lancer. Johnson. They couldn’t let go yet. They wouldn’t. For them. Because they had lived and they still had work to do. They still needed to make sure they were remembered. Their eyes slowly opened and saw Morgan coming back into the bathroom. Something was in her hand. Remmy couldn’t find the strength to move, but looked up at her with heavy eyes, barely open. “What...what’s that…”

 Morgan grimaced. Remmy was barely conscious, barely able to understand what she was saying, much less what was about to happen. She held up the blade, hoping that there was enough of Remmy in there to put the pieces together and she wouldn’t have to say it out loud. Morgan wasn’t even sure how long she could think about this before it became too late, or before she lost the nerve to go through with it. If she just barreled through, if this was just something that was only kind of like gutting Remmy or sort of like mutilating them but not really at all because it was the key to saving their existence…

 The dagger trembled in Morgan’s hand. “This is a knife,” she said, voice trembling. “We...need to get you into the tub and...we need to cut the poison out of you before it travels any further in your body. That’s...that’s what’s going to happen.” She did not meet Remmy’s eyes as she came over and peeled them up from the floor by the toilet and half carried, half dropped them into the bathtub. Fuck. She really hoped Remmy wasn’t too attached to the clothes they had on.

 Remmy looked up at Morgan as much as they could, flopped against the floor. The world was fading in and out, rattling with each shuddering movement. A knife? Why did Morgan need a knife? The words didn’t register at first. Cut it out? That was good, right? Get it out, that’s what they wanted. Remmy slid into the tub with a loud thump, body limp. Morgan was leaning over them, the knife trembling in her hand. She was going to-- Oh. “No,” Remmy said suddenly, the pain still ripping through their insides. The metal glinted. They saw the claws of the rock monster, baring down on them. “No, no, please, no, don’t--” they said, trying to move out of the tub, gripping the edges, hands and arms too weak to get any grip. “Please, please, no, d-don’t,” they begged, even too exhausted now to cry or push her away. “Not again.”

 Morgan turned her face away, forcing her attention on her limbs. No shaking. No chickening out. She did not want to be someone who hurt Remmy. She did not want to make them relive their worst moments in the ring, or see their death flash before their eyes again, or make them think she didn’t care for them. And maybe if it wasn’t this or the end of their whole fucking existence she wouldn’t have to choose at all. 

 “Hey.” She leaned over the side of the tub, grabbing Remmy’s face with one hand and thumbing over it roughly, the way they needed to feel any of it. “This is how you live, okay? This is how you live. You hang on and you find a way through. And this is the way we got, okay? Okay??” Her voice rose shrilly, bouncing painfully off the tile. “This is the way.” Then she thrust the dagger into Remmy’s gut and dragged it down their belly until there was one deep, bloody slit to stick her hands through.

 Remmy was shaking wildly now. They looked up into Morgan’s eyes with a pain they weren’t sure was entirely their own. Somewhere behind their sluggish mind and their drooping eyes they understood that Morgan needed to do this. But the memories, the pain, was clouding their mind, their judgement. “Please, don’t, please, I don’t want it, please, no, Morgan--” their voice increasing in panic the more she talked, the close the knife came, “please, no--” And then Remmy screamed, as metal cut through flesh. Their entire being wrenched at the feeling as they were thrust back into the moment. Sitting on the cold ground, the beast above them. Ripping into their chest, their stomach. Tearing pieces from them in whole swipes. Remmy screamed but found themself too weak to fight back again. 

 Morgan’s muscles cringed as she worked. Blood was dripping down Remmy’s belly and soaking slowly into their pants. She reached inside them and scooped out the first organ she found. Shit, this had looked a lot easier on Grey’s. She grit her teeth and let it flop onto the tub, reached inside for...what, intestines? “Shut up,” she said, turning her head as the cordy thing unraveled and flopped in her hands. “Shut up, shut up, shut up…” Dark blood splattered her up to the elbow and just when she needed it, Morgan couldn't figure out where in the body the stomach was. If she could just shake everything out of Remmy like candy out of a jar she’d be fine, but of course that’s not how anything worked. Grunting with frustration, she slashed the knife through Remmy again, making the incision wider. If it could just go and stop and be done already, stars. She just wanted to be done. 

 Remmy couldn’t help but let out another scream. They couldn’t feel Morgan’s hands inside of them, but they could see it. A blink, and it was claws. A blink, and it was Morgan again. They couldn’t keep the scene straight, couldn’t keep the world steady around them. It kept shifting, phasing, crumbling from bathroom tile to chain link fence, to gravel ground. It was luck that Remmy couldn’t squirm, couldn’t move. The pain exploding in their stomach when Morgan pulled something out. They screeched, pounding their fists against the tub. “Stop it!” they cried out, “stop it! No, stop it! It hurts, Morgan, stop it!”

 “I SAID SHUT UP!” Morgan shrieked. She could see something that looked stiff and black with rot poking out but she needed both hands and to not hear Remmy begging her for mercy as she was bending over to see. She reached up for one of the hand towels on the rack and stuffed it into their mouth. She held their jaw open, stuffing it deeper until there were only muffled whimpers coming out from them. “I need to do this!”

 She bent back down over Remmy’s hollowed out belly and took a strong tug at what was left. One tug and their stomach flopped into her hands. “Gross...oh stars we’re gross…” She reached again for any thing else nearby. From the feel of things, more intestine, of course. Morgan started pulling it out by the handful like the magic trick no one asked for. The Great Endless Zombie Intestine! When she was finished and all kinds of miscellaneous digestive system was strewn around the tub in a mess of red, brown, and black, Morgan fumbled for her phone to turn on the flash light. Her thumbs slid over the screen. Thumbprint not recognized. Password not recognized. “Shit.” She wobbled to her feet and knocked the shower light on with her elbow. She couldn't figure if there was anything else still to grab. Remmy’s belly was practically empty except for some lungs that were dangling a little wrong but--- Morgan reached in and rummaged one more time just to be sure. Satisfied, she  flopped down against the tub and buried her head in her bloody arms.

 Remmy didn’t have the ability to fight back as the towel went in their mouth. They bit down, continued to whimper. Tears draining down their face, mixing with the flecks of blood and sweat, as they screwed their eyes shut, trying to hold still, trying to make the images of the monster tearing them apart go away. Trying to remember that it was Morgan there with them and they weren’t back in the Ring and they weren’t being torn apart. She was helping them. She was helping them. After a moment, the trembling slowed. Their mind was starting to catch up to itself. They blinked heavily, the world trying to focus in front of them. Though they still felt weak, their body slumping in the tub, they looked up at Morgan, eyes red and blurry with tears still. They couldn’t bring themself to look down. Not yet.

 Morgan could still hear Remmy screaming and whimpering in her ear, even after they went quiet. She stayed slumped, eyes closed, trying to block it all out and be still. Get her shit together. If this wasn’t enough, if she’d missed something, she needed to be ready, slice and dice again. At some point, for fuck’s sake, actually use the bathroom for getting clean again. She still didn’t know how Remmy had been poisoned. If this didn’t work, she didn’t even know who she’d make suffer. She’d have to start by yelling at Nadia and work her way back from there and-- Morgan breathed. In, hold, out. It didn’t work the way it used to, but it could keep her brain cells busy.

 Remmy didn’t know how long it took, but after a moment their eyes opened again and when they looked down, there wasn’t a large hole in their abdomen. Their limbs still felt heavy, but with a stiff movement, they managed to lift an arm. Pulled themself up enough to be sitting. “M-Morgan…” they muttered, searching for her, finding her nearby with a stray hand, fingers brushing her shoulder. They couldn’t feel her but they knew she was there. “Is it gone…?” they asked finally, “Did you...get it out?”

 Morgan lifted her head when she heard Remmy’s voice. Her head felt heavy and loose on her neck and her vision swam as she looked at her friend. Their insides were still stitching together, but at least everything was the right color as the skin slowly layered on. “Well,” she rasped, “You’re not screaming anymore. So that’s something.” She reached up a hand, still sticky with Remmy’s blood, and patted their arm. “Are you um...are you...you know I had to, right? I needed to get you back, Rem. So I had to.”

 They didn’t know what had happened with them, but Remmy trusted Morgan enough to accept that if she had to do something like this, it was for a good reason. Their eyes focused hard enough on Morgan to see their black, stale blood stained on her arms. They dropped their gaze, still slumped in the tub, and looked at the rotting organs piled by their feet. “I know,” they muttered, tearing their eyes away, trying not to think about the fact that those same organs were regrowing inside of them. “I know.” After a long moment, they looked back over at Morgan. “Can you...can you get me out of the tub?”

 Morgan was silent for a moment, still catching up to her. The guts around the white tub. The stains on Remmy’s clothes and her own arms. “Yeah,” she stammered at last. “I can do that. Maybe, uh, rinse off first, if you want? Or I can get you a change of clothes too. You should probably get out of those…” She got to her feet, stiff and awkward and reached out to help Remmy to their feet and out of the tub. She went quickly to the sink and started to scrub herself off, at least enough to not leave stains on whatever pajamas she could throw together for Remmy.

 “There’s another shower upstairs, if you feel like cleaning off. You don’t have to. But I mean, I can help you up, if you want?”

 Remmy climbed out of the tub, leaning on Morgan with almost their full weight. They wanted to cling onto her, but let her move away to the sink while they lowered themselves to a sit on the edge of the tub. Their head was still woozy, and the smell was beginning to waft up and greet them. They hadn’t even realized their sense had been taken away from them, but it was clear now that whatever had been inside of them had worked to destroy everything about them, from the inside out. They wobbled as they tried to stand, before sinking back to a sit. “Um...yeah,” they said finally, “I don’t want to…” they half glanced back at the inside of the tub, but couldn’t bring themself to. Hoping the motion would get the thought across. They didn’t want to be in here with the mess in the tub anymore. “I wanna clean up.”

 Morgan scrubbed her arms furiously over the sink. There was some staining on the marble, but she could clean it later, when Remmy wasn’t wobbling on their feet. She brushed her hands over a towel when she finished, not even looking to make sure she’d gotten all the water off. She looped an arm around Remmy, letting them lean (a lot) on her shoulders as they hobbled out. “This is going to sound like a terrible question, but…” She paused as they reached the stairs. “Would it be easier than this if I just...carried you up?”

 Remmy gave Morgan a demure glance. Energy still hadn’t returned to their bones, their muscles, as their body was clearly focusing on rebuilding the inside Morgan had just schleped out into the tub. They came to the stairs and Remmy felt an overwhelming amount of exhaustion take over. Luckily, Morgan seemed to understand the insurmountable task before them and offered to carry them. They nodded slowly. 

 Morgan shifted her weight again. She could feel herself going floaty, trying to escape into the stratosphere, to blink into that space where nothing was awful because nothing existed. “G-good. Okay. Yeah, I got you…”  At least Remmy was shorter than Deirdre, and their legs knocked into the railing a whole lot less than when she carried her girlfriend up the stairs. Morgan bumped open the door with her elbow and set Remmy down by the tub. She murmured some assurance or other and said she’d bring them clean clothes and she would stay in the room with them, or on the other side of the door, or get a bed ready, or prep some real food, before it occurred to her that there were too many ‘or’s for either of them to keep track of. “I’ll just see how you’re doing, after,” she said.

 For the first time since Remmy woke up as a zombie, they truly felt like they could’ve closed their eyes and fallen asleep. Morgan’s arms, though not warm, were felt tight against their body as she carried them up the stairs. There was no heartbeat to hear when they leaned their head against her chest, no soft breathing sounds, no chest rising and falling with each intake, but it was still a comfort, to feel her so solidly, so stiffly. When she set them down on the tub, they just gave a nod and crawled into the shower. Turned it on to the highest and hottest temperature it would go, even with their clothes on and started stripped down until the burning hot water was beating against their skin. They stood under the current for a long time, scrubbing away the blood and gore and memories. When they could finally look down and not see claws and hands tearing out their innards, they turned off the water and stepped out, wrapping themself tightly in a towel. Stayed sitting on the toilet for a long moment before they remembered Morgan was outside waiting for them. The door cracked open and Morgan was right there. Remmy looked up at her. Why did this keep happening to them? “Can we just...lay down?” they mumbled, “I just wanna rest.”

 “Yeah, of course we can.” Morgan said, gathering up the sweats she’d left outside and wrapping an arm around Remmy. She brought them to the guest room she’d once used, and guided Remmy under the blankets. She knew too well that they wouldn’t be able to tell how soft or warm the bed was, but the tightness of a good tucking in wasn’t anything to sniff at. She climbed up next to them on top of the covers and bundled her arms tight around their body. There was no sound in the house to turn their minds away from what had just happened except for the billows of the central air system, dialed down to the lowest setting, and the mewling of curious cats. So Morgan filled the silent gaps between these cycles with whispers that lead to nowhere and little tugs on the tufts of drying hair on Remmy’s scalp, and some absent humming she sometimes brought out when Deirdre had a nightmare or she needed to outrun her nighttime thoughts. She did everything short of running into the horizon to carry them away from this night. She carried them when she was sure Remmy had stopped paying any attention, until it was no longer evening, but night, until she could convince herself that everything was going to be okay.

[justanotherlifeff]

Levi Ackerman × reader

Genre: Angst, Hurt/comfort, Fluff, matured themes, slowburn

Warning: There's mentions and descriptions of underage rape and suicidal themes and self harm.

(Y/N) POV

We were helping the civilians evacuate when Uncle Erwin suddenly remembered that no one was sent to give the message that Annie Leonhart was actually the female titan to the safehouse at the South of wall Rose. The other 104 training corps soldiers were kept there. "Who do I send there now? Everyone is busy fighting Annie.." he sighed. "May I go there? I am wearing a combat uniform which will get me through the forest that needs to be crossed in case any wild animal attacks and my horse is fast as well" I asked uncle Erwin. 

"But you're injured. Are you sure you will be alright?" uncle Erwin asked with a worried face. "Besides, weren't you supposed to protect the commander in case things go wrong?" Levi heichou interjected with a very professional tone. "Heichou, it seems like the military police are helping us now. They could protect the commander if it's necessary as they are in combat uniform too. Besides, I only have a sprained ankle and a cut on my head. Such minor injuries shouldn't stop a good soldier. I will only go if permission is given as someone from the military police could also do the same job. However, I doubt their horses are as efficient as ours. That's all" I replied with an equal amount of professionalism.

 If Levi Heichou wanted to pretend everything from this morning never happened, I will do the same. "Okay. Permission granted. Be careful" Uncle Erwin told me with a smile. With that, I got on my horse and galloped out of Stohess district. The cold wind outside of wall Sina caressing my face was a good change from the crowded roads inside the wall. Mikasa, Armin, Jean and I weren't suspected because Mikasa and Armin were Eren's best friends and they wouldn't have to go through so much trouble to kidnap him. Jean wasn't suspected too because he was with Armin the whole time.

 However, even if Reiner was with Armin too, it seemed like the female titan knew exactly where to go after her combat with Reiner. It was also surprising that Reiner survived the grab by the female titan. He was suspected to be assisting the female titan. I on the other hand was not suspected because the captain found me injured when the female titan was fighting Eren. They were all kept in that safehouse based on Armin's assumptions under Mike Zacharias's squad. I galloped towards the safehouse trying to ignore the fact that I was hurt by the way the captain behaved.

Levi POV

I was trying to ignore what happened this morning because I wasn't sure what to do with it. I knew this could cause a lot of complications and the last thing we needed was complications. However, the look on (Y/N)'s face when I tried to be professional with her made me regret talking to her like that. I just wasn't sure about how to react. I was staring at Annie inside some sort of crystal she formed around her. The fight was over and she did this to prevent our questioning. 

We found out there were colossal titans inside the walls. Apparently pastor Nick knew something about this but was refusing to open his mouth. Erwin was in a meeting with Darius Zackly about the massacre caused inside Stohess district. Suddenly a soldier came on and reported, "Wall Rose is breached. We got news from the safehouse in the south. The titans are approaching from that way". My heart sank when I heard that. (Y/N) went there. Just these three sentences made all my confusion go away. I knew what to do with what happened this morning. 

"Does Erwin know?" I asked the soldier. "Yes heichou. He was informed before anyone else. He requests all squad leaders and their teams to be present at the Ehrmich district." he replied. "Okay. You may go" I replied before heading up from the underground facility. I found carts getting filled with all the squad leaders present in stohess for the fight including Hanji who was sitting with Pastor Nick, Eren and Mikasa on a cart. I went over to their cart since I didn't have a squad anymore.

12 hours earlier:

(Y/N) POV

I reached the safehouse and informed squad leader Mike about Annie being the female titan. I also let him know that the 104 trainee corps soldiers are free to go back now, however, it was decided that everyone would leave after lunch. I went up to see how everyone was doing and found Connie and Sasha talking about sneaking out to go to their villages. "Well, I don't think you have to sneak out. We found out who the female titan is and everyone can go wherever they want after lunch" I informed them as I entered.

 "But that's gonna take some time," Sasha complained as she kept her head on the table. She suddenly jerked up and exclaimed, "I hear the ground rumbling! It sounds like footsteps." While Reiner was debating about the fact that titans breaking in was impossible, Mike sensed something and sent a guy named Thomas to look around. He came back with news that wall Rose is breached and there were titans approaching us, 500 meters from here. If wall Rose was broken, most of humanity wouldn't stand a chance because Wall Sina didn't have enough space to give everyone food or shelter.

 I started panicking at the thought but calmed myself down as squad leader Mike instructed us to evacuate and let all nearby villages know that titans were coming. We decided to split into four teams. I was assigned to the south team because that was the most dangerous route and I was one of the most skilled soldiers out here. Connie was supposed to lead us to his village. As we galloped away from the safehouse, the titans suddenly started running. They would catch up to us if they ran this fast. 

Just as I was thinking this, squad leader Mike said "Gelgar! Take command of the south team!" and ran off towards the titans. I had heard that he was the second strongest soldier of humanity just after Levi heichou so I didn't question him. The thought of heichou came to my head. He was inside wall Sina and safe. At Least someone I cared about wouldn't die today.

9 hours later:

We warned several villages on the way and they all evacuated. Connie's village was the last one left. As we came near it, Connie's horse sprinted towards the village even if others told him to slow down. As we entered the village, we found broken buildings. The village was completely destroyed by titans. Suddenly we came across a titan who laid down on a building. 

I went to check on the stable to see if the horses were there or not along with one of the Mike Squad soldiers. The stable was surprisingly full of horses. Does that mean everyone got eaten? We didn't see anybody on the way nor did we notice any half eaten corpses. We went back to that titan that couldn't move because of its small limbs. It was surprising how that titan came here. Many questions were coming to my mind but we made it clear that there was no one left in the village. With that, we followed Gelgar out of the village. Reiner and Connie took some time talking to each other but caught up with us soon enough.

2 hours later:

It was dark. We used torches to move forward now that our sole aim was to find the hole in the wall now. Suddenly we found ourselves facing the west team. Krista and Ymir were there with them. "Did you follow the wall here, too?" Gelgar asked. A soldier from the West team answered, "Yeah, so, where's the hole?". It seemed like there was no hole in the wall. But in that case, how and where did the titans come from? The number of questions kept increasing in my head. 

As I was thinking about the whole scenario, Krista mentioned how tired she was. I remembered that I, too, was tired from riding a horse for 11 hours. Just as someone mentioned that some moonlight could be good, the moon appeared out of the clouds and we could see the ruins of a castle in the distance. No one knew there was a castle so close to the wall but everyone was happy to find a place to rest. Everyone was talking as we went inside but I decided to make use of whatever time we had to get some sleep.

An hour later:

I woke up to the shouts of a female soldier from the west team. She was instructing everyone to head to the roof. I didn't waste any time and went up. As soon as I reached up, I saw a huge amount of titans flocking up near the castle. Small titans broke the door and got inside while there was a 17 meter class abnormal titan with hair all over it which headed towards the wall instead. Suddenly a titan charged at the tower trying to break it. I looked at the soldiers from Mike's squad and they nodded at me letting me know that we would fight now. One of them told the others to stay put as the five of us switched to 3DMG. The fight just started.

Krista POV

The Mike squad was fighting a few titans near the castle but in case of (Y/N), I could only see what seemed like almost a blur and titans falling down. It had been about five minutes since the fight started and (Y/N) alone killed about 6 titans. The titans still kept swarming in. The lady from Mike's squad came up and told us to give all we can. We had to stop the small titans from infiltrating the castle.

(Y/N) POV

I was on my 15th kill when suddenly something threw a huge boulder at the Castle. The stable was destroyed killing the horses. A second boulder was thrown and it hit the tower. We flew towards the damage and saw two of the soldiers were killed. We took the bodies to the roof and as Connie pointed out, we saw the beast titan was the one throwing the boulders from top of the wall. As we looked back at the forest in front, double the amount of titans came swarming in. My tank was already half empty. At most I could kill about 20 out of the 40 titans coming at us excluding the small ones. 

Without a second glance I went down slashing one titan after another down as fast as possible. I made the least amount of movements to save up gas. Even so, I was only able to kill 18 more titans before I only had enough gas to go up. I got up to the tower and saw the other two fighting. Their gases were over in 2 more minutes. 

They killed several small titans and 10 titans over 10 meter. Just as I expected them to come up, Gelgar fell down and the other soldier went down to save him and both got eaten. We were gonna die. I was regretting the fact that I wasn’t nicer to Levi the last time I talked to him. I wish I had more time… Even as just a comrade… Just a friend… I wish I had seen Levi smile... A smile etched itself on my mouth. So this is it huh?

I looked at the sunrise. It was so beautiful that for a moment, I felt like death won't be a bad thing. Suddenly Ymir jumped from the tower with a knife and there was a shrill sound of lightning and I saw her turn into a titan and attack those titans down. "Ymir is a titan shifter like Eren and Annie?" I wondered in shock and just as things couldn't get more confusing, the tower started to fall. Krista was shouting encouragement to Ymir and I was too dumbstruck to do anything.

 Suddenly Ymir's titan form came up and told us, "Grab on to live". We all did as we were told and she pinned all those titans under the falling tower. As the titans were rising up again from the rubble she rushed back to finish them off. But then she was caught by one of the bigger titans and they started eating her off. 

Krista ran towards her saying some stuff about her real name which only added to my already huge list of questions. A titan was going to grab her when Mikasa and the others showed up. I was sitting down on the rock because I couldn't stand. All that flying and falling worsened the condition of my leg. They finished the remaining titans off as I looked at them fighting, for the first time feeling glad that I somehow was not dead.

To be continued...

Taglist: @kingtamakimurder @realityisoftendisapointing

[fearlessandchaotic]

❥❥❥❥ || do four blogs uwu

here we go again!

1. @angelrk900 Nina is such a sweet angel and Hana and I love her so so so much. Such a nice take of the rk900 and tbh I love seeing them on my dash and interacting with them ooc. (i still have our threads in my drafts im so slow SORRY!) But 100% recommend them for a good time

2. @rk800isalive such a sweet Connor I love to interact with! Eme is a babe and her portrayal is amazing, I love her Connor so much and I’d die for them aaaAAAAAAAAA 10/10 would recommend af.

3. @idontkillorphans I have so much love for Sleipnir y’all don’t even know. I just love Hana and Sleip’s relationship and poor him who has to take care of her most of the time! Such a nice character I’m so glad I started to interact with, always a pleasure to see obn my dash and to write with uwu

4. @detroit-swatcaptain Captain Allen thirst hour starts now with V’s Damien because W O W I love him so much and their relationship with Hana. I love the portrayal and the backstory they built him, and I’m so happy to see you again on my dash. Also, Darius is a babe and I love him too aaAAAA!!!!!

[fury-of-darkin]

Aatrox interactions for every Champion

Ahri: “You are the last of your kind, little fox? Not for much longer...”

Akali: “You forsook balance. Now, I will show you chaos!”

Akshan: “I will send you to the master cherish so deeply!”

Alistar: “You fought for your freedom, minotaur! Now, fight for your life!”

Amumu: “I will silence every cry, and we will both be free of our torment...”

Anivia: “I am no stranger to rebirth, spirit. Today, one of us shall be freed from the cycle!”

Annie: “Until I am defeated, I will slaughter every man, woman and child in my way!”

Aphelios: “Conjure as many weapons as you wish; I only need one to end you!”

Ashe: “You seek peace in a world driven by war! You are a fool, doomed to perish...”

Aurelion Sol: “I once looked to the stars with reverence. Now, they only remind me of what I have lost.”

Bard: “I do not understand you, but I will strike you down all the same!”

Blitzcrank: “A crude imitation of life, nothing more.”

Brand: “Yes, let your fires burn! Let us reduce everything to ash!”

Braum: “I was once like you, but then my eyes were opened to the cruelty of this world...”

Caitlyn: “Go on then! Take your best shot! It will be the last you EVER take!”

Camille: “A surgeon saves lives; a butcher ends them. We are BOTH butchers, Camille.”

Cassiopeia: “Naganeka’s doing, no doubt. Allow me to put you out of your misery.”

Cho’Gath: “I remember you, beast. My sword broke against your hide that day. This time, my blade will not shatter!”

Corki: “You are an insect, buzzing around incessantly! I will be the one to swat you down!”

Darius: “Those who seek war are doomed to fall in battle. This is true for people and nations alike.”

Diana: “It was the moon’s light that fell upon my brethren in Nerimazeth. Now, I will avenge them!”

Dr. Mundo: “You desire pain? Come closer, and we will see how much you can handle!”

Draven: “Craven, was it? A fitting name for a pompous fool like yourself.”

Ekko: “It is time you learned, child: we must all live with the consequences of our choices!”

Elise: “No matter how large, a spider is a spider, waiting to be crushed!”

Evelynn: “You think you know agony, demon? Allow me to enlighten you...”

Ezreal: “Where did you get that gauntlet, boy? No matter... I will pry it from your corpse!”

Fiddlesticks: “My blade knows you... It... Remembers you...”

Fiora: “I too seek a worthy foe, but it seems I will not find one here.”

Fizz: “I shall chum the waters with your remains, yordle!”

Galio: “You think you are the first titan I have faced? Size means nothing to me!”

Gangplank: “Will you still swim, captain, when cast into a sea of blood?”

Garen: “You preach truth and justice, yet you serve a land of lies and prejudice. You... Are more like me than you know.”

Gnar: “Unleash your rage, little yordle! Let us see how it fares against a Darkin’s!”

Gragas: “The only drink my sword is concerned with is your blood, mortal.”

Graves: “Is it foolishness or greed that drives you stand against me? No matter; you will die all the same!”

Gwen: “Your soul brims with light and hope, with nary a trace of darkness... I will snuff it out.”

Hecarim: “Come, Hecarim! Let me teach you the true meaning of war!”

Heimerdinger: “They say your mind is sharp, yordle, but is it sharper than my sword? Let us find out!”

Illaoi: “We are more alike than you know, priestess; nothing more than vessels for powers beyond our control!”

Irelia: “You are a dancer PLAYING at being a warrior, nothing more!”

Ivern: “I will cut down every tree, trample every flower, and burn every forest until I know peace!”

Janna: “You should have remained buried with Oshra Va’Zaun...”

Jarvan IV: “A monarch is nothing but a symbol of their nation, and a puppet of their advisors...”

Jax: “Your people unleashed the Void on this world, Icathian! Now, you too will pay the price for it!”

Jayce: “You did not ‘invent’ Hextech Jayce; you merely rediscovered and renamed what Shurima had done long ago!”

Jhin: “In another life, someone like you would have made an ideal vessel for the Darkin...”

Jinx: “You think you know chaos? Let me enlighten you, ignorant child!”

Kai’Sa: “You cannot trust or rely on the Void’s strength; in time, it WILL consume you, making you the monster they fear you to be.”

Kalista: “What do you know of betrayal, ghost? You barely even know yourself.”

Karma: “Is it not maddening? The voices in your mind, urging you to act on THEIR behalf?”

Karthus: “I long for the embrace of death, but it eludes me. You rejected of your own will to become an abomination!”

Kassadin: “I took up this sword for the same cause you now fight for, Kassadin, but the Void is not so easily bested...”

Katarina: “Daggers cutting in the dark... You assassins are so painfully dull.”

Kayle: “Have you come to judge me, Aspect? Deliver justice for my crimes? You are centuries too late, and only half of what you once were!”

Kayn: “So your darkness can keep even the Darkin’s corruption at bay... But for how long, Kayn?”

Kennen: “I believed ninjas were masters of stealth! You are loud, bright, and annoying, little lightning squirrel!”

Kha’Zix: “Consume, grow, evolve... But when the Void consumes this world, what will your evolution amount to, Kha’Zix?”

Kindred: “Our land’s death spirit was forsaken and forgotten. Perhaps that was our greatest folly...”

Kled: “I will stain your property with your blood, you loud, annoying thing!”

Kog’Maw: “Of all the Void’s abominations, you are perhaps the most repulsive!“

LeBlanc: “A plotter and a schemer... Just like the man who brought our empire to ruin. I will not give you the satisfaction of seeing YOUR schemes to fruition!”

Lee Sin: “I am to fight a blind man? No matter. Your blood will feed my sword all-the-same!”

Leona: “Every sun sets, Leona. This day will be your last!”

Lissandra: “You, too, have seen the horrors of the abyss? Gazed into its gnawing emptiness? Know this, witch: I will bring the world’s end long before the Watchers.”

Lucian: “Your light is but a dim glow pushing back against the shade. Let me teach you, Sentinel, what a REAL monster is.”

Lulu: “Whimsy, innocence, naivety; I will strip them from you this day, yordle.”

Lux: “Demacia is broken and divided, just as Shurima was; it will tear itself asunder, and you can do nothing to stop it now!”

Malphite: “So Ne’Zuk’s Monolith bore some fruit after-all. Come then, Malphite! let us see if your strength is a FRACTION of what it once was!”

Malzahar: “You preach of annihilation, but it is you who will meet your end this day, prophet!”

Maokai: “An old tree is little more than tinder waiting to be set alight!”

Master Yi: “Do you think your Wuju a match for me, Ionian? Hold nothing back, or your art will die with you!”

Miss Fortune: “How would you like to die, captain? Here, on land? Or shall I send you the abyss with your ship and crew?”

Mordekaiser: “Ours will be a battle for the ages, Mordekaiser! Let the living AND the dead tremble at our fury!”

Morgana: “You shackle yourself, denying your true lineage, Morgana! If you so adore the ground, I shall bury you in it!”

Nami: “Flee back to the depths, marai; you will find no hope here!”

Nautilus: “The tithe? Will tossing your broken body back into the sea suffice, Nautlius!?”

Neeko: “Can you sense my essence, little lizard? Or has it been blotted out by this accursed blade?”

Nidalee: “Will you die a human, or a beast? Be grateful you have the luxury of choice, Nidalee.”

Nocturne: “I spend every waking moment trapped in a living nightmare. You are nothing to me.”

Nunu and Willump: “Even the closest bonds can be fractured. This I know well, child...”

Olaf: “Rejoice, Olaf! Today, I will give you the death you seek!”

Orianna: “A clockwork doll? I will grind your gears to dust!”

Ornn: “Can you forge a weapon to rival the Darkin, Ornn? Can you forge a weapon to slay me!?”

Pantheon: “Pantheon... No, Atreus, was it? Let this battle be our last! May my sword extinguish your stars, or may your spear quell my madness at last!”

Poppy: “Heroes are naught but a fantasy, yordle. In battle, there are only survivors and the fallen.”

Pyke: “I do not care if my name is on your list, Pyke, but you are on mine!”

Qiyana: “So Ixtal still stands, all these years later? Not for much longer...”

Quinn: “A woman and a bird... Is this really the best Demacia can muster?”

Rakan: “One wing to clip. The other will follow soon enough.”

Rammus: “God, Ascended, animal, it does not matter! Today, the legend of Rammus ends!”

Rek’Sai: “The only queen I acknowledge fell long ago, battling your kind. Today, I will avenge her!”

Renata: “You clawed your way up from the dirt? Then I will send you back there!”

Renekton: “How low we have both fallen, Renekton! My body and your mind, both hollow echoes of what once were... May our battle rekindle even a spark of that glory!”

Rengar: “Today, the hunter becomes the the hunted, Rengar! Run and hide; let us see how long you will last.”

Rhaast: “So the fool succumbed in the end... Such is the fate of all who take up the call of the Darkin.”

Riven: “There is no redemption to be found for those who walk a bloodstained path. For us, Riven, death is the only recourse!”

Rumble: “I will grant you a mercy, Rumble, and bury you alongside that atrocious machine!”

Ryze: “You think you are saving this world, Ryze? I do not need runes to bring Runeterra’s cataclysm. If anything, you have buried the only this world has to stop me!”

Sejuani: “Come, Sejuani! I will paint the snow red with your blood, and your tribe will follow!”

Senna: “You could not even defeat the Ruined King, yet you would challenge ME? You will pay for your insolence, Sentinel!”

Sett: “Come Sett! I will give your an audience a show as a massacre you, before turning my blade on them as well!”

Shaco: “I will silence your mad laughter and erase your wretched smile, jester!”

Shen: “Balance? There is no balance, Shen. Chaos is the only truth, and I am ITS avatar! ”

Shyvana: “You think a dragon’s fury a rival for the Darkin’s? Let us find out, Shyvana!”

Singed: “Cowardly old man! Cease your running! You cannot elude me forever!”

Sion: “We are both hollow shells, filled by endless rage... But at least I remember what I once was. Can you say the same, Sion?”

Sivir: “The Chalicar belongs to a warrior queen of Shurima! You will pay for disgracing Setaka’s legacy!”

Skarner: “Run and hide, Skarner! That is all the Brackern are truly good for!”

Sona: “Soon, the only sound you will know is the silence of annihilation.”

Soraka: “I shall tear the stars from the heavens and bring the crashing to the ground! You may have embraced mercy, Soraka, but I abandoned long ago!”

Swain: “You have damned yourself, old man. You think you control the demon’s power? I thought much the same, until it was too late...”

Sylas: “Yes, tear it all down, Sylas! When the royals are dead and buried, you shall join them!”

Tahm Kench: “I learned my lesson long ago, demon. I understand the price you ask, and I refuse!”

Taliyah: “Stoneweaver! Weave yourself a tomb; one large enough for you AND your tribe!”

Talon: “You thought to assassinate a Darkin? Your ignorance will be your undoing, boy!”

Taric: “You cannot protect anything from ME, Taric, let-alone yourself!”

Teemo: “I will trample you and your insufferable mushrooms alike!”

Tristana: “You think yourself a soldier? You are a child playing pretend! Let me teach you the ravages of war, yordle!”

Trundle: “You may call yourself king. You may call yourself clever. That does not make either statement true.”

Tryndamere: “I can feel it... The Darkin imparted to you a fraction of its power that day. Should I fall, you will be the next vessel.”

Twisted Fate: “You left your fate to chance, and now it will be your doom!”

Twitch: “Nothing more than a pest to be exterminated! This is beneath me, but I will kill you all the same!”

Udyr: “Do you command the spirits, shaman, or do they command you? Regardless, you will all perish this day!”

Urgot: “The flames of war will consume everyone and everything, Urgot, including you.”

Varus: “Love drove you to take up the bow, but hate guides your arrows. When you are finished, there will be nothing left to avenge!”

Vayne: “You think yourself a demon hunter, Vayne? Let us see how well your silver fares against a Darkin!”

Veigar: “Evil, yordle? I will show you TRUE evil!”

Vel’Koz: “You seek knowledge, monster? Very-well. Today, I will teach you what it means to die!”

Vi: “Here comes Vi, racing to her death at the edge of my blade!”

Viego: “There is but one way for you to reunite with your precious queen, Viego! Come, let me send you to her!”

Viktor: “You grafted metal onto your flesh and called yourself evolved? I do not know whether to laugh or pity you.”

Vladimir: “Your blood will feed my blade, Vladimir! Every last drop of it!”

Volibear: “We are both gods made beasts, but we still carry our pride! Show me the majesty of the storm, Volibear, and I will face you as general of the Ascended Host!”

Warwick: “Your likeness reminds me of Cebotaru... But that is all you have in common.”

Wukong: “Observe a true master of the blade, Wukong! Perhaps you will learn something before I end your feeble life!”

Xayah: “One bird to tear from the sky. The other will follow suit.”

Xerath: “How I have dreamed of this day, Xerath. I will do what neither Nasus or Renekton could, and strike you down for your treason ONCE AND FOR ALL!”

Xin Zhao: “First I shall break your spear, then your body, and then, your kingdom!”

Yasuo: “Death is a constant companion to me as well, but today, you alone will be claimed by it!”

Yone: “Do you know the Darkin’s name, Yone? Can you hear its voice? You will, soon enough...”

Yorick: “You long for death, as do I... I shall send you and your Isles to oblivion, Yorick!”

Yuumi: “A talking cat, with a magic book...? I have seen many strange things across the ages, but this is a first.”

ZAC: “How many times must I cut you before you die? Let us find out!”

Zed: “I will give you true darkness, Zed: the darkness of oblivion!”

Zeri: “A bolt of lightning is a powerful thing, child, but oh-so fleeting...”

Ziggs: “Enough of your incessant explosions!”

Zilean: “You wish to save Icathia, old man? There is nothing left to save, and I will destroy the remnants of its legacy with my bare hands!”

Zoe: “I know what you did, Trickster! You gave Ta’anari the means to kill them! Come! Face your retribution!”

Zyra: “I will trample your garden underfoot, and nip every last of your children in the bud!”

[miighted]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐓 ( repost, don’t reblog ! )

𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬

FULL NAME.  Garen Antoni Crownguard NICKNAME.  none. GENDER. trans male.  HEIGHT.  6 ft. 2 in. / 188 cm  AGE. 32 ( verse dependent )  ZODIAC. Capricorn SPOKEN LANGUAGES.  Common, Demacian, Ur-Nox, the Avarosan dialect of Freljordian.

𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬

HAIR COLOR. brown EYE COLOR.  blue. SKIN TONE. pale, warm undertones / peach.  BODY TYPE. broad, bulky. muscle and some fat ( hips, thighs, stomach ).  VOICE. bold, deep, commanding, a rallying call. warm and gentle in private settings. DOMINANT HAND. right. POSTURE. tall, proud; military posture.  SCARS. a large burn scar on his chest; other miscellaneous scars all over his body. top surgery scars underneath the curves of his pectorals.  TATTOOS. none. BIRTHMARKS. none. MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S). deep blue eyes, strong jaw, short brown hair.

𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝

PLACE OF BIRTH. High Silveremere, Demacia. HOMETOWN. High Silveremere.  SIBLINGS. one sister, Luxanna Crownguard. PARENTS. Pieter and Elizabeth Crownguard.

𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞

OCCUPATION. sword-captain of the Dauntless Vanguard. CURRENT RESIDENCE. The Great City of Demacia. CLOSE FRIENDS. Jarvan Lightshield IV, Taric. RELATIONSHIP STATUS. verse dependent.  FINANCIAL STATUS. wealthy. DRIVER’S LICENSE. not applicable; has a driver’s license in modern. CRIMINAL RECORD. none. VICES. wrath, pride.

𝐬𝐞𝐱 & 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

SEXUAL ORIENTATION. homosexual. PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE. submissive | dominant | switch PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE. submissive | dominant | switch LIBIDO. average. TURN ON’S. a partner who can be dominant / roughness, hair pulling, dirty talk, his partner finishing inside him, light-medium dom/sub, light-medium bondage, edging. TURN OFF’S. weaponplay, excessive blood, whips.  LOVE LANGUAGE.  Acts of Service and Physical Touch. RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES. Many of Garen’s interpersonal interactions are professional in nature given his position as a noble and as Sword-Captain of the Dauntless Vanguard. He does feel a very devoted type of loyalty to all his fellow soldiers in arms, especially those under his leadership; each of his soldiers, no matter if he knew them personally or not, are people he would mourn and fight for. People who do know him as something other than The Might or the Captain are people who have known him since he was young ( Taric, Jarvan IV, and Luxanna ), or people he has developed strong ties with through his service in the military ( his lieutenants, for example ). All of these people are ones he feels a sense of personal loyalty to; they are all people he would fight and die for. Garen is a man driven by his unwavering loyalty and his sense of devotion. In terms of his romantic tendencies, any man Garen falls in love with is someone he respects and is someone who he feels free with, usually a man who’s brave and bold in some way ( Taric, Jarvan IV, Darius, and Sylas are all men who have these qualities all in their own ways ).  

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬

CHARACTER’S THEME SONG. where i live by woodkid.  HOBBIES TO PASS TIME. reading, baking. PERSONALITY TYPE. ISFJ, the defender. ALIGNMENT. lawful good. PHOBIAS. none. SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL. depends on the context; in battle and when fulfilling his “role” he is confident in his capabilities given he’s spent his entire life training for it, but in terms of his really deep, personal feelings, like confidence in his body, who he is, his dreams, it’s rather low.  VULNERABILITIES. naive / too idealistic, very empathetic and caring to the point of neglecting himself and his own needs, difficulty allowing himself to feel and live freely. a deep-seated sense of self blame and guilt.

[chapter-master-darius]

Burning

Darius walks towards the rendezvous with his squad, he had taken the flank on the squad of cultists, bit of a long walk back. “Darius to squad Letre, on my way to rendezvous now.” Darius checks his magazine, plently left incase of an ambush.

“All forces on the ground of Istvaan III, Warmaster Horus has rebelled against the Imperium, with Mortarion, Fulgrim, and Angron behind him. They plan to virus bomb the planet, as they know we would stay with the Emperor. Find cover!” Tarvitz? “Tarvitz speaks true, I have taken the Eisenstein and have plotted a course to warn the Emperor, Death Guard legionnaires still loyal to the Emperor, follow Tarvitz’s orders.” Garro? 

Darius looks to the skies and sees an Emperor’s Children thunderhawk descending to the city. “I need to find my squad.” Darius breaks into a sprint to reach the rendezvous point faster. 

“Huh?” Darius sees no signs of his squad, but carved into a pillar nearby it says, “FOR THE WARMASTER AND MORTARION.” Under this message it states. “YOU WILL FALL DARIUS.” His brothers had betrayed him.

Darius continues moving to the city. “Tarvitz, this is Legionnaire Darius of squad Letre, Death Guard, my squad has turned, but I am still loyal. I am on my way to the city.” 

“Make it fast Darius, those virus bombs will be landing soon.” As he says this, Darius can see the trails of the virus bombs on their way to the planets surface. Darius wasn’t going to make it. “I cannot fall here, my duty is not yet done!” Darius yells out as he runs.

He doesn’t make it far, as the virus bombs make contact and the life-eater virus spreads across the planet.

Darius does not fall to the virus, but it burns…like a roaring wildfire in his lungs….he cant breathe…..

Darius can finally breathe once more…the virus has abated, if only somewhat. Fire is upon the horizon. Orbital bombardment. None seem to be landing near Darius, but he’s positive his luck wont hold out forever. He runs to any cover he can find, as the firestorm rages above. 

Darius takes cover in a small building, taking some time to survey the area.

A thunderhawk!

Darius sprints to the thunderhawk with his legion’s heraldry upon it, the bombardment getting closer. He reaches the cockpit without any difficulty. “I don’t know how to fly one of these things…Guess I’ll have to learn in the sky!”

Darius sits in the pilot seat, bringing the aircraft to life, before slowly beginning his ascent to orbit. “Garro, do you copy? This is Darius, I’ve got a thunderhawk but I don’t exactly know how to fly it. I’m going to make my way to the Eisenstein.” 

Darius was always a quick learner and he can mostly control the aircraft while in the sky, landing would be trickier. As he reaches orbit, he can see other ships firing upon the Eisenstein. “Garro, open a hangar bay, I need to land this thing.”

Garro doesn’t respond, but Darius sees the light spill out of an opening hangar bay door, and he steers the aircraft towards it.

Darius slows the aircraft down, trying to figure out how to lower the landing gear, before a rocket gets fired into one of the wings of the thunderhawk. “SHIT!” Darius yells as the aircraft smashes into the floor of the hangar. 

Darius kicks open the door of the Thunderhawk, coughing from the smoke. “Who the hell fired on me?!” 

Darius has twelve bolters pointed in his face. “Ah.”

“Loyalist. You will die he-” Bolter fire rattles the Legionnaires holding Darius at gunpoint. “DARIUS! TAKE COVER!” Garro yells. Darius takes cover next to nearby crates of rations, no longer having his bolter, Darius can only wait for the firefight to end.

The thudding of bolters stop.

“Who won?” Darius yells out.

“Garro.” Garro yells back.

“Thank Terra.” Darius comes out from behind his cover, grabbing a fallen Legionnaire’s bolter. “At your command Captain Garro.”

“We need to take command of the ship, lets go.” Garro walks towards the bridge, and Darius follows.

We all know the rest of the story, don’t we?

[thedyingmoon]

💚 See Me Now 💚

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Berg Newspaper Headlines

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( Dated 25 April, 850 and 26 April, 850, Respectively )

"Mysterious Hooded Figures Spotted In The Outskirts Of Trost District"

By: @levi4mikasa

April 25, year 850, Tuesday

Locals of Trost report sightings of numerous hooded figures roaming the District since Sunday of the month of April, year 850. Some even say that these so called "Ghouls" were in pursuit of some people from the local military branch. The reason of these strange occurrences remain unknown up to this day.

"Aye!Aye! The hooded bastards be like,... seven - foot tall! They be wanderin' 'round these streets for days on end, a - waitin' for somethin'. What's that? I dunno. Just thinkin' of them, I shiver in me boots!" a local fishmonger claimed upon interview.

"I remember Captain Levi walking the streets that day." the lady who owns a fruit stand in the Trost Marketplace claimed. "There were gunshots, and, oh my God! I had to run for it. I have children to feed. I don't want to die. But a hooded figure stopped me from running and pointed a gun at me! Oh, my God! After the noise, the man said to me, you're one lucky bitch, and left, just like that! Oh, my God! Where's the Military Policemen when you need them? I don't want to die! I'd move back to Shiganshina if I have to! But, I can't because of the Titans! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God!"

"Yeah, I remember that." a young lady who lived right next to the Marketplace claimed. "I saw Captain Levi, yes! I saw him! I saw him! I want him to notice me, and,... oh, I should only state what happened? Oh, sorry,... So, I saw Captain Levi and I remember hearing shouting, I'm not so sure but, I think I heard a man and a woman scream. Then I saw these black - cloaked figures coming out of the alleys and going after the location of the screams. There was a gunshot, and I saw men in horseback. Then, after that, I don't really remember. Because one of the cloaked - things pointed a gun at me, preventing me from running. I was so scared."

The strange hooded figures, screams, gunshots, the threats on the innocent locals, and Captain Levi.

Could the locals be referring to the Captain Levi Ackerman of the most renowned Scouting Legion, Humanity's Strongest Soldier? If so, what is his connection to these hooded figures who still roam the outskirts of Trost District, wreaking havoc and panic among the citizens? Are these some unknown enemies threatening the elimination of humankind's ace towards the victory from the Titans we so longed for? Or did the Captain, himself, gain enemies for a reason so scandalous, it was enough to put innocent lives in danger? What is his true connection to them?

I firmly advise everyone who reads this to spread the word, to always keep safe and to stay away from the places where these horrifying creatures could possibly be. Until we find out the reason behind these strange occurrences, nobody,... is safe.

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"Local Citizens Dress Up As Hooded Figures To Drive Away Evil Spirits"

By: @clovemcpandas

April 26, year 850, Wednesday

The strange hooded figures who reportedly roam the streets of Trost terrorizing locals turn out to be nothing more but fellow locals, teenagers in particular, who dress in such attires to drive evil away from the country.

It's that day of the year again, folks, the day in which we, as fellow citizens of Wall Rose, dress up as sinister figures and roam the streets to drive away, you guessed it - the evil spirits that wander the realm of the living. Yes, it's Saturn's Month again! The one event in this month wherein we get an excuse to scare off our family and friends by dressing up as one of the undead. It is one of our country's most cherished traditions, alongside All Hallow's Eve of the month of November, wherein we honor our dead loved ones and drive off the alleged evil spirits that roam our world in search of new victims to drag back to their world. Our rich culture even states that April is the month wherein lots of tragedies and deaths occur, including the very recent assault of the Colossus Titan, which left many scarred for life. To avoid occurrences such as this, the ancient ones started a tradition wherein the locals dress up like evil spirits to frighten away these malicious creatures and to drive them back to their own realm, for they are the ones who cause Humanity's many tragedies. Hence the name of the month's event, Saturn ( or Satan, the lord of the Underworld, as the ancient ones put it ).

I can almost here the collective sighs of relief from the citizens out there, eh?

"Yeah, thank the Heavens, I forgot it's Saturn's Month, already! Time passes quickly, eh?" claimed the Trost District Marketplace's new fishmonger. "I'm thinking of dressing up as a ghost and scare the crap ( the real term used by the gentleman purposefully edited due to crudity, for the sake of younger readers ) out of these youngsters. I still have it in me, ya know?"

You said it, Mr. Fishmonger!

"Saturn's Month?" a young lady who sells fruits says. "I remember last year when I dressed up as a witch, I nearly gave my mom a heart attack!"

For the love of God, don't scare the poor old woman again, alright, Miss?

"I thought for a second there that our lives were in danger!" says another Trost District citizen, a young miss. "I looked at my calendar and I realized it's just Saturn's Month! There's no need for the Military Police after all, eh?"

No need for the Military Police at all, missy!

"The citizens have nothing to worry about." the chief of the Military Police, Nile Dawk, himself, stated. "Although, these youngsters do take Saturn's Month very seriously. My men are doing their best to keep the atmosphere safe and sound, should the evil spirits come and do claim their victims."

"Yes, we're counting on you, Chief! By the way, if I may ask, what are you going to dress up for Saturn's Month, sir?"

"I will dress up as the Head of the four Military factions, Sir Darius Zackly! I believe that the sight of him is enough to drive even the Colossus Titan away! Wait, are you writing all of these down?"

I'm sorry, Chief!

"Yes, I do enjoy Saturn's Month." and guess what? Even Captain Levi of the Scouting Legion, Humanity's Strongest Soldier, himself, offers a statement for us lucky citizens! "I get to dress up like the grim reaper and scare the crap ( once again for the edit, we do apologize, dear youngster readers ) out of my subordinates."

What a refreshing sight to see the renowned Captain smiling and laughing!

"So, Captain Levi, what is your message to the citizens out there who are still afraid of these hooded figures who roam the streets in search for victims?"

"I would like to tell all the lovely citizens to not be afraid of these Saturn's Month cosplayers. They are simply there to adhere to our country's rich culture, which is to help drive away the evil spirits in the only way they know. I assure you of that. I also pledge myself to protect all people should the Titans once again purge our peaceful world with chaos! For they are the only things evil I believe in that could actually harm us."

With that statement, he saluted and dedicated his heart for the safety of us, innocent and helpless citizens.

What a hero! What a hero, indeed!

And so, with those statements from our fellow citizens and protectors, we can finally rest our tired eyes from staying up late at night, guarding our little ones from any possible assault from the enemies. We could finally open our shops in peace without thinking of several hooded men who could point their guns at us. We could finally roam our own streets freely and without fear of these monstrosities. Captain Levi, and the rest of the brave Soldiers who pledged to keep us safe from any harm, are all here within reach, guarding us from any and all sorts of evil, living or undead. We're counting on you, brave Soldiers of the Walls!

And so, with that, I hope you all have a nice day free from stress and worry. Keep those costumes neat and dust free, and finally,...

...Happy Saturn's Month!

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The Berg Newspaper publications distributed the news made by their very own journalist, Ms. @clovemcpandas that day of 26 April, year 850, with reassurances that the citizens have absolutely nothing to worry and fear about. All the remaining copies of Ms. @levi4mikasa 's news, dated 25 April, year 850, were all burned last evening, with a ruse saying that it was the traditional bonfire for Saturn's Month, the ultimate weapon for driving away the evil spirits. The citizens went back to their normal lives, forgetting about everything that occurred that day involving Captain Levi and his alleged pursuers.

Ms. @levi4mikasa , along with those three people she interviewed regarding the mysterious hooded figures and the few ones who supported the validity of her report, were never seen again.

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~ @yepps , @shewolfofficial , @unhappysap , and @shortbty14 . 💚

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