lol remember when i murdered ur brother, good times
ok but why was the trauma reliving necessary lol
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lol remember when i murdered ur brother, good times
ok but why was the trauma reliving necessary lol

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cocks gun. "no sex, die a virgin."
step 1 failed but I can work on the 'die' part.
@ erwin come build a sandcastle with me
“ dad come pick me up the monke is being weird-- ”
r u a fuckboi lad
@decimater said: ❝ Didn’t see that one coming? ❞
For a moment, she’s hesitant to speak to him. Her final hours are coming quickly, and she seems at ease with it. Ymir has made up her mind, she made her bed and now it was time for her to lay in it. She didn’t expect him to speak to her, yet even though she doesn’t know him she’s grateful for the converstation, but that’s not something she was going to admit. She ponders her reply for a moment, ❝ I knew things were going to change that night in the tower. ❞ She responds.
She remembers it clearly, Reiner’s expression of shock when she was able to read his dialect with ease. She knew that he too, wasn’t from Paradis, and that their act would soon end, everyone was going to know of their true colors. She only wishes that Reiner had helped her when it came to defending the tower. ❝ Is your titan hairy too? ❞

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How does Jean feel about monkeys, asking for a friend
uh — smaller monkeys are cute , but the bigger ones are kind of scary ?
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uwu *nuzzles* waifu
stay back, slut
❝ Your friend didn't make it. ❞ @decimater | GROWLING SUGGESTION | Accepting
HIS WORDS HARMONIZE WITH THE SCREECH OF TIRES and and crunch of bones. Ymir’s garbled whisper of ‘i’m sorry, sweetie.’ chiming in along with the shriek of sirens. A symphony of agony ingrained in her brain. She can still feel her BLOOD dripping across her face as they lay together in mangled steel / fingertips ghosting across her cheek. It’s caked in her hair. Bright crimson devouring blonde tresses until it was utterly indistinguishable. A nurse had even murmured what a lovely shade of red it was. . .
Zeke sits across from her, expression unreadable and she hates him then. Hates him as she hates her father. It rears up so big & ugly inside of her that TEARS finally prick her eyes. She hadn’t cried when her leg had broken ( sweetheart, you might not be able to dance again. . . ) nor when they stitched torn porcelain flesh ( she’s a pretty thing, it’s a shame these will scar )
❝ No. . . ❞ It’s a whisper, nearly drowned out by the beeping of the monitor on her right ❝ You- y-you’re lying ! ❞ her voice rises steadily before shattering like breaking glass, SPLINTERING as surely as the windshield had ❝ ––– – You’re lying to me just like him, you’re just like HIM. You’re a goddamn liar! ❞
All she can see is Ymir’s beautiful face, twisted in anguish and reaching for her. Historia reaching back as hands dragged her out from the ruined vehicle. All she can think is how she had died ALONE, searching for those cerulean eyes one last time.
Her monitor SPIKES as her heartbeat accelerates. Beeping so loud the sound of encroaching footsteps begin their trek down the hall towards her room. Disregarding her broken arm, Historia lunges for the metal tray beside her bed and flings it at Zeke, watching metal instruments clatter across the ground around him. Her IV tugs at delicate skin as she grabs an orange bottle of pills, tossing that at him too along with her BLOOD - SPATTERED purse. She can’t see if any of it makes contact through her tears. Nor does she truly care.
A low keening moan replaces breath, her svelte frame shaking in PAIN & GRIEF as Historia sinks back into the bed, turning to press her face into the pillow. A guttural shriek bursting forth moments later, not quite muffled by the sterile bedding
❝ Get out, just. . .
GET. . . OUT. . . ❞