私 は 無 私 で す

             If you want to survive you forget about sympathy.                  Think of it like a strategy- f o c u s on your ultimate                  goal, shut out everything else, steel your mind,                  move on instinct. Let doubt take over and despair                                                         will cripple you.

                                                                                    Independant          Mikasa    Ackerman       blog                                          2+ years  of      experience       on           tumblr                                                             oc                   and        crossover           friendly                                multi-ship                                        {chemistry}                               Triggering and/or inappropriate content present                                Gore,         violence,         angst          approving                               Heavily influenced by     personal headcannons                                                        Manga-based                                                  NOT SPOILER FREE                                                          

                      ❝I think it fell around there,❞                       points a ways behind  herself,                       ❝but I’ve branched out over                        here, just in case.❞

               ❛ Not until we hear from Hanji or Erwin, I fear. ❜

                            ❝I’ll take the wooded path. On the left.❞                               she proclaimed    once    their     footpath                                forked.       She had  taken    each path at                                thrice    by now,    she assumes, but   the                               far left was her     favourite,     dotted with                               plants   she  still found    herself   curious                               of. The light   was always   soft & breathy,                               even in iridescent milk white of the moon.

            Burning into ADVERSITY, too late we learned                                    we never were ALONE

         His eyes darkened, and fists fell loose at                  his sides. He truly was useless.

      “Is that what you think of me, Mikasa? I’m          just tragic? Is that all you think I do?”

         And he’s given up. He doesn’t need her     support, and he doesn’t need to be restrained. He’s impulsive and irrational, but he isn’t STUPID.   For once, he’s going to take matters into his own  hands, and FORGET those mistakes. He storms     off, leaving Mikasa in his wake. Fuck you, he                          thinks, I ain’t a tool.

                              ❝ It came with the fucking                                         job, Eren!❞

                              & she thinks she’s    never screamed                                so hard in her     life.  She has. Lungs                                scratching  & filled with rage & blood;                                she has    never    known soft (she has                                 always suffused herself in toxins).

                             ❝ Is the Survey Corps everything                                         you wanted   it to   be, Eren?                                        Huh? Do  you    feel  like a                                        hero now?!              ❞