#liberons

❛   y - yessir  !  i  mean  ,  thank  you  ...   ❜       wooden  sturdy  chair  beneath  her  would  be  pulled  to  the  side  with  a  subtle  creak  ,   the  gap  between  her  &&  the  esteemed  corporal  considerably  shrinking  .  she  worked  best  under  orders  ,  unyielding  trust  in  close  allies   ——   in  him  .  and  as  silence  reigned  over  the  room  ,  she  drew  a  hint  of  trouble  from  breathing  alone  ;  slow  ,  seemingly  composed  ,  yet  deep  in  thoughts  .  there  were  no  such  things  as  casual  expeditions  for  them  ,  life  put  on  the  line  every  time  ,  hung  by  a  string  no  more  robust  than  the  kind  that  held  up  fresh  wet  linens.

EVEN  WITH  FULL  KNOWLEDGE  OF  THE  WORST  OUTCOMES  that  heading  into  titan  territory  entailed  ,  honey  gaze  was  steady  under  long  brown  lashes  as  it  hovered  above  the  map  .     ❛   you  know  that  we  will  always  listen  to  you  ,  no  matter  what  ,  captain  .  we've  prepared  ourselves  to  all  kinds  of  results  .  whatever  path  you  decide  to  follow  ,  ❜     an  index  attentively  explored  ridges  on  paper  ,  locations  where  countless  lives  had  been  lost  ,  where  titans  roamed  freely  ,  stopping  shy  of  his  own  rugged  battle  -  used  hand.

surely  ,  she  would  be  permitted  the  intimate  locking  of  her  little  finger  with  his  ,  heart  swelling  with  what  she  rationalized  to  be  military  devotion  .   devotion  ,  DEVOTION  ,  a  thought  that  whirled  in  mind  ,  but  there's  an  undescribable  high  ,   a  euphoria   that  made  her  head  fuzzy  /  her shoulders felt  lighter  ————    even  with  the  complete  stillness  of  the  touch  .       ❛     i  will  follow  you  without  hesitation  ...  ——   i'm  sure  that  it  is  the  case  for  the  others  ,   too  .   ❜     evident  by  how  the  rest  of  the  group  had  been  dutifully  saddling  the  horses  outside  /  ready  to  take  on  their  journey  .  all  but  one  ,  whose  absence  behind  window  came  as  synonymous  with   QUIET  &&  PEACE  ,  alas  short - lived  as  oluo  nonchalantly  pushed  the  hall’s  door  open  :  they  were   ready  .

alert  to  her  breach  in  personal  space  ,   hands  were  retrieved  to  her  sides  &  chair  promptly  put  back  where  it  belonged  to  join  her  team  members  with  a  firm  walk  .   ❛  you  could've  knocked  !   ❜    he  had  .   ❛  here  ,  let's  go  outside  then  ,  the  captain  will  be  with  us  in  a  minute  !   ❜

& THE BEAST AWAKENS.   THAT PITCH  -  THAT FALLING TONE.  it’s a downpour of coming disaster  /  a collision of windpipes & bruises expanding on itself  ――   it’s the way that hiss parts those crass & dour lips  -  a motion of muscle under skin becoming far too tense,  the way a throat tightening at the release of these words, as if they were slowly coming up with phlegm   /   cough them out.  these words are spewed out of a deface expression   /  voice merely a whimper  -  that whimper,  it is laced in a venom that stings at deliverance,  & those fangs he has  -  those gnarly / awful fangs  -  canines dripping in the most potent of discourtesy.   [maybe i should yank them out.]   it’s expected,  from such a drab male, lacking any enjoyable qualities  -  causing him any distress would be a far more convenient -  interesting than conversing with someone so rigid, not that he could say much --  & so,  it would be a hedonistic form of teasing.   

 yet.  even in his tragic state,  his presence is rather intimidating   /   you though,   you have never been shy of danger   / those slate eyes,  they have been transfix on him   -  more specifically,  his face   /   the low breathes he takes   /  how they huddle & rattle his disfigured frame.       & this is how you came to stand over him,  &  this is how your hands came to sit against a shallow chest   --   does those limbs even have enough strength to fight  /  to stop you  ―   given if you take the span of his neck  /   hold  -  press  -  squeeze,   & when breath stops,  when you hear the depth of a esophagus collapse  -  you can let go.    PUTTING DOWN THIS MANGLED BEAST.  it would be a mercy. [you are starting to sound like annie.]  instead,  instead of satisfaction - instead of complacency,   you are met with the snarling, you are shocked,  really, that this man didn’t bite at your hand.   to bite at the hand that only want to make an attempt to offer aid  /  alleviate the pain  /  a peaceful end for his now, pitiful existence.   [ a wounded dog,  never knowing when to just lie down & die.  then again.  you both are, you just have the advantage of regeneration. ]   & at his remark, you creates space - steps will replace a response.   you felt the air spoil   /   your hair stands on end, oooh now this is arousing ― pieck, don’t be too unruly.  & your body relaxes.   a malodorous taste veils buds,   shame it was not his blood.  he really does pollutes the wake of his surroundings  /  & you are fettered in the same space as these people - how many times have you tried to kill this man, a reciprocally relationship  /   for this is one of your enemies.   no,   no,   no,    enemies turned allies?   no, allies made from desperation   /   allies till death fractures this sorry excuse of a truce.   it’s impressive how the end of the world can convene opposing sides,  even if it only meant to save their own hide.        

& little pariah,  oh pieck, you cannot help but think,   if failure is the only outcome & marley is destroyed  /   your father   /    your home crushed below a foot of a titan  /  crushed how annie used to crush bugs  -  heel to spine  /  heel to body  /  pressure applied till the crunching of body is heard & entails come spilling out from sides - sides burst from pressure   /  applied pressure till movement is null & fluids & skin are indistinguishable from another. DEATH.  DEATH.  DEATH. THAT ALL IT WILL BE.   [ just like how you chomp down on lackeys, the soldiers like him. you know the sound of a skull popping - fissure apart from the weight of teeth. ]  stop.   stop thinking about this now.  keep it together.    this is depressing.  & you know the validity it holds,    they are helpless  /  they have no merit / no power to stand their ground:  brawn & will & guns & outcry will do nothing  :   they will be stomped out before the instinct to run can form.   you can’t help but theorized - conjure up the worst conclusion possible.  because if you fail.    IF YOU ALL FAIL.  IF YOU FAIL PIECK.  IF REINER FAILS.  IF ALL OF PARADIS FAILS TO STOP THE DEVIL.    will these fragments that remain of them - you - humanity   /   if any live through this decimation, will the warring continue till bloodshed soaks an earth  ―――  & that blood will water the earth to wash the names - wrongdoings   /    eradicate any that stand to oppose.   maybe,   maybe paradis will finish the task to completion.  & when you are all gone,  they will make sure that the bones are all to be collected & structured into some icon of the hell that came to be  /  a titan of her own resemblance maybe    /   a reminder  ――   & may they pray till the holy mary  takes shape   /  founder ymir  /  she will sculpt herself from their delusions of what remains,  & may she herself see the errs of man’s hatred   /   & maybe she slit each their throats & lay them to bed  /  a kiss upon each mark their sliced into their skin  -  each self inflicted bite mark  /  & return them each to neath.  no ending to this nightmare seem desirable.   [may i be first if this fails]   hm,  you can’t fail.  you CAN’T.   YOU CAN’T.    you have to ensure your father safety   /   annie’s  ――― even if you fall in the process, even if you are left  -  guts in marred hands  /   fingers rend like his own,   &  your own intestine hanging out your mouth,  you have to fight.  YOU HAVE TO.  ――  for even annie,   she has time  /  she can live a nice long life without you.  your father deserves to see the promises you vowed become a reality  /   no longer a childish promise.  PIECK.   you have reason to defy ymir  /  to face the devil.     you have no choice.     

  ❛  ohhh?    i have  ― although,  they don’t really interest me too much.   ❛

a laugh.   & this man,   this man might be a damaged piece  /  but,  he is no pawn. 

 ❛   ― geez.  calm down, i was just checking to see if you were still alive, don’t give yourself a hernia, alright.   i will keep my distance.   ❛    for now.

 -- Drawing Robin in my mutual’s outfits Pt 2  ♡

Bonus: 

&. PORTRAYAL MEME / ACCEPTING / @liberons

⸻⸺—        FIVE  SIMILARITIES   .

short & thick as hell

small morally questionable immediate family with a criminal record

somewhere over the nonbinary rainbow

we both studied medicine

⸻⸺—         FIVE  DIFFERENCES   .

bitch actually made it through med while i got kicked out

she’s independent and i’m still stuck in the underground shithole called dv

yeah i’m gonna stop here before i become too painfully aware of my own existence

wild curly brown hair vs straight af black hair that betrays my sexuality

( MY MUSE IN A RELATIONSHIP | ACCEPTING !! ) 

I don’t think status matters at all. Of course given how, frankly, shallow he was during his training years, Jean wouldn’t necessarily block any lower class individuals. Mikasa and Eren were refugees. Even concerning hero worship, Humanity’s Strongest came from the underground; although he didn’t know it til later, fifteen year old Jean would more than likely fall for someone for how they carry themselves despite their inherent status. If you’re dirt poor with a heart of gold, or a nonsense personality, you can bet you’ll be on his radar.