#fxctus

outlast sentences.

{ ♚ }     seeing levi enraged is not something that’s new for the commander, per se. no, quite the contrary. he's accustomed to seeing him angry    at himself, at others, at titans, at this cruel world. erwin has never known how to provide comfort. giving advice just pisses levi off more, offering a hug or any sort of physical comfort could result in a bloody nose. so, most of the time, he leaves levi alone, brings him a cup of hot tea and says nothing to him. perhaps.. if he'd gone with that same strategy this time, levi's anger and erwin's frustration wouldn't have evolved so far. erwin is a patient man, but he has his limits, especially when he's being shouted at and levi is being nothing but chaotic and disrespectful. repeated insults, hands shoving against his chest over and over. hostility was high in the air, but erwin said nothing in return, merely glared down at the captain. if he needed this verbal release, then erwin has no problem with letting him have it. it's only until that last part    the brutal honesty of levi's words, the way the other doesn't seem to show even an ounce of regret for everything he has been spitting.. this has been carried on for far too long. by this point, it's as if he's purposely allowing and endorsing levi's harsh antics. he believes he deserves this, the feeling swelled in his chest, but a line had been stepped over, and levi needed to be reminded of his place.

{ ♚ }     he has never been one to notice the overwhelming smell of his... work area,  if you may. perhaps it's because of how much time he's spent in it. then again, this  entire place reeks. it's putrid, and he's sure if he wasn't already accustomed to it, he  would gag in disgust. he's always been a man of high expectations. he was picky of  those he spoke with, of the clothes he wore, of the places he was seen in. a man  of class? perhaps. or maybe it was just because he was wary of everyone and  everything. he trusted no one. only himself. if you take his past into consideration     the years and years of violation, insults, unwanted touches.. it's easy to find pity for  him. but that pity is wrongly placed. he doesn't crave for pity, nor does he deserve it  in any sort of way. killers    murderers, mutilators, didn't deserve good in their life.   he believes he's doing this for a good reason, of course    to find the perfect bride for  himself, to become the father he never had. it has not been easy, not at all. all of  them.. whores. ungrateful. nothing but ungrateful and vulgar and rude. he didn't  appreciate it, didn't appreciate being treated badly. & so, he killed them. not before  stripping them down and putting their bodies though unbearable agony and  humiliation, obviously. he believed it was the proper punishment for them.

        needless to say, an asylum wasn't the ideal place for him to find a bride. the   people here were grotesque. loud. ugly. he considered himself lucky, since he  was one of the few who still hadn't gone under the little.. torture sessions the staff  did on the victim    patients, technically. today, that luck of his ran out. he ended up  attacking one of the staff members after the man had thrown his lunch meal at him,  instead of offering it like a decent fucking human being. it'd enraged erwin. being  treated like a dog.. the guts of this man! he'd tackled him, beaten his face in until  his nose broke and he was choking on his own blood. he'd undergone his first  torture session, which left him shaky and with bloodshot eyes and a sore throat.   his luck returned to him just as soon as it left, however. he wasn't quite sure of what  happened, except that staff members were getting killed left and right and patients  were on the loose. this was perfect. it was much easier to round up dozens at a  time. he didn't have any interruptions. (save for the occasional hostile patient that  attacked him here and there, but he dealt with those quickly.) even before he had  all this access to the patients, he was constantly picking out one of the bunch  and using them for his purposes, but it was a bit difficult back then, sneaking under  the eyes of the staff and the security cameras. now.. now, this place was his. now  he could search thoroughly and take his time with his potential darlings.

        he was most interested in one of the outsiders. a former worker.. yes, the one  who he had begged for help from. apparently, he was still alive, still in here. while  he was still furious at him for not helping him, that didn't matter now. this one  was perfect. he had found his bride. tracking him down had been difficult, but   chasing him down proved to wear him out more than he anticipated. his darling  was fast, agile. if he had kept running, then it was likely he would have been able  to escape from erwin's sight. but he made the mistake of hiding inside a locker.  out of breath and with sweat beading over his brow, he'd shoved the locker to his  work area with the darling inside. knocking him unconscious was nothing but easy  after that. tying him down on his work table after disposing of two weaklings had  been a rather enjoyable experience, as well. he's slow with his actions, takes his  time to admire the other's facial features, the shape of his body. he undresses  the darling, peels off the clothing strip by strip. he only freezes after the briefs are  removed, bloodshot blues widening in surprise. there was.. something missing  here. it seems he no longer needed to make a hole. it catches him off guard and  confuses him, but he's not disappointed. no, this is better. this is much better.   already able to conceive children, but not fully a woman. yes, yes, this is exactly  what he'd been looking for all this time. rough fingertips brush over the other's  bare thighs, up his stomach and chest. he's already envisioning his darling in that  beautiful wedding dress which has been dying to be worn.

shut up

oh my god

             —【 ╳ || जीवन || ♛ || ज्ञान || ╳ 】 

    A boy not too much older than them. initially the think he's from another of the local families who offer their sons in marriage with zoe. it's a custom on the farms, nothing odd. but quick they realize he's not. while the mother and father exchange kisses and love, zoe stares at the boy with matted hair and too-dirty skin. their nose crinkles when they take a sniff. an explanation rapid, said in a foreign language by their mother dear, and she leaves again to return to her duties as a soldier, not to be seen for another three weeks.

    they take a step forward.

[ txt ] fucking christ kid. [ txt ] how drunk are you. [ txt ] where the fuck are you.

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