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@gerichteter — for armin & bertholdt.

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“Why haven’t you transformed yet?” Hanji asked, standing in front of Bertholdt, an honest question of pure curiosity, “Surely it’s the thing that would get you out of this hold? You could run back to your friends who abandoned you to us” she added, taking a seat.
SUNTIDE WILL WASH THE MORNING AIR / wind crawling over skin / ears will ache / sore pressure trails from nape to jaw [should have brought a scarf] was that the cold air though, or was it the raising of discomfort around you / how quick stiffness settles -- stress brimming in your chest, this potent feeling, it will surely result in heartburn ; chaos ensuing again. with everyone being together like this, you can feel it, the pitting & obvious notion, the onslaught of bickering that had been drowning a prior meeting, & a vase being thrown. that tension is brewing. ROTTING. SOAKING IN
zeke said it would be a good idea to have brunch as a group, since there was a clear tension between CERTAIN MEMBERS. sure, get together, try & set these bonds back in place / ironic, how this felt more like splinting a torn off arm / setting a broken bone back in it’s skin / how vain to mend what is irrevocable : & of course, that man didn’t attend this said union. [of coooursseeee.] How foolish / how silly / how dim you are, you fell right into his trap. &now, you must sit, mediate the table. pieck; ensure annie sits still / ensure reiner does not poke & prod at such lose threads / ensure porco or bertholdt does not feed the fire / ensure some sense of sanity is held. ‘ since this is on zeke, order as much as you can. ’ you try to joke, you try to sound gleeful, & yet spite is dripping from your lips. & so, one by one you sit, one by one you take a seat ; you sit between blondes / armor & woman / dividing such a pending doom. & a boulder now resting on your gut -- you taste it, you can feel for the first time a hint of anxiety sprouting from a plot in your ribs / organs throbbing with anticipation / they might rapture with the slightest threat. zeke should know this by now, you can bury all the broken & ugly bones you want, you can bury the hatchet, but erosion will soon expose it all. & corrosion will take these bonds, eating / devouring / biting, so famished -- biting away at rusted & dirty blades / weapons -- they are so bent from war / wet too long from blood / too damage to fix [but they refuse to toss them away] hmm.
‘ this will be so fun. ‘ a whisper, such a flat cadence will hum / caught between teeth / so wide that smile casts ; was that amusement or dread just now? hm. annie, she was not the sour note in this melody, no / marcel & porco knew this as well. Oh, slate stare will sit over pair --- how the issue stemmed from reiner and berthold, & their lover's quarrel? again. & again. how routine. so shameless, so outright / so crass -- so disgraceful-- [men are truly so trivial.] & you close your eyes, cheek resting to hand, & you listen, brothers will whisper & men will fumble over short chatter. how awkward. [ is there alcohol here.] ‘ do you all know what you want? ’
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They had been taught to find something they loved and use it to ground them. Thread the rope of the anchor between their fingers and follow it to guide them back home. The notion had been drummed into her more than anyone when they realised how long she could maintain her form for, Pieck thought it was for her own safety. Though the older she grew the more she realised how Marley couldn’t lose another titan. How failure to properly handle herself among the fleshy sinews of the beast would only land her deep within the pit of another candidate's stomach. Luckily, she always had a good hold of her rope, the mental image of a happy and healthy father holding her in his arms. That was it. That was her anchor.
But oh how the anchor faltered when the last image she had of her father was him withering away on a bed she’d assume was his final one. How the doctor’s told her to start preparing for the worst before she was ripped away from his bedside kicking and screaming. There is a war going on, don’t you know that pieck? This is what you signed up for, you worthless Eldian! Her fingers had dug so harshly into the walls that bits of dry-wall and the blandest shade of paint had built up underneath her nails. Her voice had grown hoarse and grainy from screaming, cheeks and eyes stinging as the tears poured from them. That was three months ago. No word had been passed on to her about the status of her father. Not only had the rope been dropped, but she wasn’t even sure if the anchor was even attached.
The lines started to blur between what was real and what was her own self-made indulgence about a week prior. The tendrils of muscle that she had grown so comforted by in her cage of flesh had started to consume her more and more, day by day. Pieck was no longer human. She sat in a couplet with her father under a tree by the ocean, the breeze in her hair and the water making her skin sticky from its saltiness. Her friends were around her, all of them looked younger - she looked younger! She was happy. Perhaps this was the anchor she needed. But it was a delusion of her own demise, her monster’s teeth tearing human flesh as artillery was emptied against her skin. Blood pouring down into her throat, the monster licked her lips as bones crushed under the weight of her palm. She never noticed how nice the ocean smelt, or how the birds sounded different here. Something stung in her side, like a bee sting against flesh as another round of metal lodged itself within her stomach, the sun burning bright and white until it burnt her eyes. Until she took a deep breath and she was plunging into the ocean.
He was a hunter and she was not about to be taken alive. Her happiness stripped from her claws as she lunges forward, all teeth and nails and rage. “ Don’t touch me !! ” Words growled out in such a guttural manner, they almost sounded inhuman. Everything was a blur around her save for the ominous dark shadow that had put his hands on her. Let me go let me go! Put me back, I want to see him! Strings of muscle still clung against her own flesh, flashes of a false reality fleeting between her eyes as her heart races. Somehow, she’d managed to push back and free herself, though the release was only temporary. Get him! He took it away! She lunges forward, springing from her cower on all fours, until she finds flesh. She wasn’t human. She was titan. Her teeth would eviscerate him just like everyone else. They sink into flesh, bone hitting against canines first as nails claw against something soft to keep her grip.
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"Do not associate me with this."
“You’re the one talking about competing with other people for Daddy’s attention. Not my fault that it makes sense to connect the two.”

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@gerichteter said : 𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎
it was funny how much more tolerant he was of alcohol since inheriting the jaw. figured it had to do with the whole regeneration aspect of it all. before, porco could drink himself into a state of bliss darkness within a matter of an hour and half a bottle, now though it took a lot more than half a bottle. he would always get there eventually, but the glasses that would clink back down against the bar had near tripled in volume. hangovers weren’t as bad as they used to be, either. still there, but again - no where near as bad.
“ no doubt. ” a solemn sip was taken as the glass was sat back down, all of porco’s attention now more or less focused on bertholdt. he was a spectacle to behold, the way his body had aged since they were just boys. the trauma ridden throughout his bones and scars he was sure now adorned his body could put porco into a head spin should he not be careful about it. galliard had never thought that someone (especially someone that was supposed to be dead) could have such an effect on him. he had thought all those emotions had been cut off at the head the day they returned without him. any hope of... anything destroyed & smeared into the dust. times changed. they changed. emotions & people thought dead would inevitably be very much alive.
“ if anyone outta’ you and me knows about pissed off... actually no i think you would win that one these days. ” smile light & airy on porco’s face, perhaps the alcohol had hit him a little harder than he anticipated. an empty stomach would do that. “ no offence. ” he wasn’t supposed to be here tonight, half cut and slumping against the bar, but here is where he had been found. the fact bertholdt even knew of this place begged a question within itself. porco remembered stumbling in here one night, pissed off at the world and drinking his sorrows away and the rest was history. it was so far away from their home, a purposeful decision on his part - figured bertholdt had had the same train of thought. the train that was begging to be derailed from it’s tracks. another sip, glass slamming a little harder against the bar this time without the weight of it’s contents. “ my turn this round or yours? ”
ghost vc: im glad your genes are so powerful. Your daughter gets to be cute. If she had ended up looking like Eren I would have simply had to make the walls ooze blood, to cope.
'The superior genes won out in the end. . . but you can still make the walls ooze blood. That would be fun AND it would freak Lothar out.'
╰—; @gerichteter. ⋆ ( PLOTTED. )
WAR NEVER LOOKS ANY DIFFERENT, levi thinks absently as he skirts the edge of the frey after slicing the jaw titan’s facial muscles on the one side. whether it’s people killing people or titans eating them, the bloodshed is just a mess for someone else to clean up.
unlike the rest of the scouts, he hangs back to just ... watch. his stomach clenches, teeth pressed white against a few curses building in the back of his throat : this ... this is not what he’d expected to happen. EREN isn’t what he’d expected to happen, damn it all. civilians had never been part of the bargain, women & children had never been on the table at all.
he’s many things, but he’s not a MURDERER.
levi takes off with a hiss of gas to dispatch the beast titan. he wants to keep his involvement minimal, not simply for the sake of his conscience but also to save his STRENGTH. he cannot go on driven by rage, according to hange, otherwise ... he’ll drive himself into the ground. but rage is what fuels him now, even if it simmers beneath the surface & it isn’t necessarily directed at ONE JAEGER, but both.
just as he’s about to take his leave it happens. pain EXPLODES through his left side, & suddenly his gear isn’t responding to any of his trigger pulls. levi falters mid—flight, catching himself with a few puffs of gas before tumbling to the rooftop below, barely managing to fling zeke’s body out of sight &, hopefully, into the waiting hands of another scout.
“ ——TCH. ”
levi is no stranger to being SHOT. at this point in his life, pain is an ally that sharpens his senses rather than dulls them ; his broken gear, on the other hand, poses something of a hazard.