#phill.aot

If not sometime this week, then this weekend. I GOTTA. I GOTTA FINALL. IT'S TIME TO SAY GOODBYE.

AHHHHHHH I LEGIT FORGOT I HAVE A BETA-READER WHO HELPS ME OUT WITH THESE THINGS SO IT'S GONNA GO TO HER FIRST I AM SOWWYyyyyyyYYYYYYY

Emil is doing good, missing you, wishing you were here and he could share a happy ending with u 🌼❤️

I'm just not ready to say goodbye for real to any of the characters and the story 😢

“You left Emil out in the water even though it started raining?” she'd bellow during the rainy seasons of Winnemonat when I return with shrivelled skin and clothes wet enough they leave a trail of puddles behind me. The other children would look up at her. Their faces were fixed into their crafty We’re-just-little-children-and-don’t-understand-any-of-this expression of carefully scrubbed innocence. I did not hate them. I felt hate too strong a word, a feeling. Hate carried a desire for destruction, and I never wanted any of them to hurt, to feel pain. It was easier to endure, and so I endured, for everyone, even Sister Maia who pretended it was different, knew what would come—and it did come on that scorching late afternoon when I witnessed my thirteenth summer, sitting in one of the courtyard’s corners facing the entrance to the Great Hall. “Emil,” a deep baritone voice said, and I looked up to see Father Gherman, shadowed by two priests with their veiled faces and dark robes. “Emil, it is time.”

if more people would like to see content like that, i might just go loose and write it!

“Just … please. Oh God, fuck.” You don’t think you’ve ever heard Armin curse. “Shhh. Just … relax. It will go smoother if you’re relaxed.” “Relax? How can I relax if you’re— Ah! Jean!” “You’re doing really well, Armin. Just … let me.” “No. NO. Stop. We’re stopping!” “But I’m almost finished!” That’s enough for Eren. He bursts through the door, face a furious red from embarrassment or anger or both. “He said stop you ass—” He falls dead silent, and you need a second or two to understand what is happening.