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Dad 2.1
‘ Uh—– Can’t i just take it off??????
Maybe clean myself and it separately? and not drown…. ’
☕—❝Did I stutter? Get in the water. I’ve added more soap.
The way you are now, you’re like a giant diffuser reed of stink.
I can’t risk the effects of you walking down the hall while
contaminated.❞
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☕—The veteran glanced askance towards the sound of the younger scout’s concession. Rarely, did tolerance so resemble optimism, but Bott’s nature was too genuine to doubt. A forthright, eager spirit reigned along the contours of a field of freckles. From what he knew of the young man, Marco was intelligent, capable, and sincere. Compassionate perhaps to a fault, but not heedless to logic, if there was something weighing on his mind, Levi wordlessly reasoned it may be better to address it, rather than dismiss his concerns.
❝Making a face like that...
Oi, if you’re still anxious... I could go over a few basics with you. We don’t have that much time to piss away, so make use of the opportunity.
It can be daunting. We never have enough information, and even when an answer is floating around right under our noses, we never know ahead of time, the questions we should have asked. By the time it becomes obvious, things have already changed, lives are already lost...
I‘ve found that the only way to combat the struggle in such disproportionate odds, is to achieve greater faith in oneself.
As long as you know what you are capable of, you can believe that in any situation, no matter how shitty or overdramatic it becomes, you will always respond to the best of your ability.
That being said, is there any particular weakness or hesitation you have, that taxes your mind even at night, even during your off-duty hours? If we can make progress on something like that, then the things you can’t forcibly change will at least have to go through yet another one of your strengths.
It’s nothing like peace of mind,
but even one less thorn in the ass is still a blessing, right?❞
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l-promised-him replied to your post: stick out leggy out, look at my new hover…
I hope you had that bigass sweatband laundered, first.
……i didn’t…..it is very sweaty….this was poorly thought out…send help
☕—❝I was afraid of that.
There’s no other way; just crawl whole into the washtub. Clothes and all. I’ll take you and that sweater down in one go.❞
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it had been a long time ( at least thirty years ) since a human had stared at her direction so intently. humans weren’t supposed to be able to see her & yet his stare never faltered. at first, she assumed he was looking aimlessly toward her direction until their gazes crossed.
play along —
‘ you know, it’s rude to stare. ’
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☕—❝…tch.❞
When she spoke, the veteran finally pried his gravestone gaze from the subject of an unspoken quandary, and though he was the one seemingly at fault, an irked sound still cut through his teeth. She’d noticed. Well, of course she did. He wasn’t renowned for a subtle approach. But there was something about her that grated like razor-blades against his nerves. The muscles from his nape, fine hairs on-end and electric, to his ankles - were hot, primed as though a contest for life over death was mere moments away. He trusted his instincts, and recognized a reflexive heightening of his blood pressure - but his skin felt was drained of all heat, somehow.
Dread. Inevitability.
Why did this slender woman conjure the same response within him, as Death itself?
❝My mistake. I was just thinking that for some reason... you seemed suspicious as hell. Know a polite way I can say that to your face?❞
There likely existed, a more conscientious and tactful way to inquire about the woman, but he was on a roll of social faux pas, here.
#𝔉𝔬𝔯𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫: 𝔗𝔯𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤; Assorted Threads#Formation: Training; Informal Threads#ikiborn#//Ah it's not a problem#I won't make a hellton of references to aot junk#I've always loved Bleach though#and OCs#Thanks the starter!#My Levi-muse is a fandom-wandering man tbh#he plays with more OP muses#than AOT muses lol
Anonymous asked:
Have you and Erwin ever........ you know..............?
LETS PLAY THE 'YES' OR 'NO' GAME: Ask me questions and I'm only allowed to answer with 'Yes' or 'No'
☕—❝No.
You’ve got to find a better way to end your fucking life than asking me about this shit.
Not that I’m under obligation to explain further, but let me shed a little more light on how asinine it is to even suspect something like that. Erwin Smith's name is attached to the rank of Commander over the entire Survey Corps. Can you even fathom what sort of weight that is? An incomprehensible enemy blotting out the horizon, fatass merchant pigs, and greasy, corrupted politicians yammering in each ear, and a limited force of fragile human beings to counter all of that with - do you really think that Erwin had the luxury of time, health, or opportunity for himself?
That fool’s single-minded dedication began when he was a snot-nosed schoolboy. ...and it’s no secret that he would have wanted a quiet family life for himself, instead. But he gave it all up, to do what he believed only he could, for knowledge, humanity, for whatever the hell he saw. Erwin... that man never kept anything for himself. Never took anything for himself. A stupidly selfless man.
On that day, he even had the courage to let his dream go, too.
Right now, he’s an Admiral or some shit. Still living for anyone but himself. Someone like that, who gives himself away in so many directions - it’s unreasonable to expect that they would have anything left to share. And even if he did, by some ungodly stamina, have enough energy left for a close, intimate relationship, wouldn’t he prefer someone more like the woman he loved, before? Maybe he might find someone, again, if he’d ever pursue his own contentment. I doubt I’d ever know if he does fall in love, again, unless it finally pulls him out of the military... He really needs to retire, already. Shitty workaholic tyrant.
Erwin is someone I trust, implicitly. I’ve been through a lot with him. And I’ll continue to stay close to his vision. ...but he’s also a shifty bastard. I never know what he’s really thinking. Sometimes I don’t even know what to call our relationship. It’s nothing as simple or tangible as physical entanglement. Hell even knows if that’s a good thing or not; by now, with everything we’ve seen and been through, I can’t imagine that we wouldn’t be shitty lovers for anyone.
Tch, it’s not something I think about often.
And it’s not a question I’ll entertain twice. So get lost, already.❞
[ yes/no game ] have you ever felt helpless?
LETS PLAY THE 'YES' OR 'NO' GAME: Ask me questions and I'm only allowed to answer with 'Yes' or 'No'
☕—❝Yes.
There’s always going to be shit that’s beyond your control, Eren, outside of your influence. And there’s going to be times when nothing that you are capable of - will change the outcome of a situation, at-fucking-all. But feeling helpless isn’t the same as being helpless. Don’t forget that there is always something you can do. ...even if it just amounts to surviving, or learning from a painful experience... No one who realizes and cultivates their own willpower is genuinely helpless.
Maybe the sense of ‘helplessness’ just a discouraging burden that sentient beings must carry, because otherwise, their ability to willfully enforce change could eventually swallow the natural order of things. Or maybe it’s a sentence enacted on those who refuse to obey the common limitations of intellect, health, or ability. Regardless, anyone who desires change, will inevitably feel helpless at some point, in the struggle to see that damn change finally come about.
But strength to combat that, lies in a willingness to fight like hell for it, just the same.❞
for the yes or no meme ;; hugs? (((((: specifically Ari hugs?
LETS PLAY THE 'YES' OR 'NO' GAME: Ask me questions and I'm only allowed to answer with 'Yes' or 'No'
☕—❝Yes.
As many and as often as you can get away with them -
but if I catch you, first... I can’t guarantee you won’t regret it.❞
Anonymous asked:
Can I see your flawless thighs pls.
LETS PLAY THE 'YES' OR 'NO' GAME: Ask me questions and I'm only allowed to answer with 'Yes' or 'No'
☕—❝Yes.
Cheap thrill at a steep price, brat.
Don’t forget that there’s a boot at the end of your request.❞
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| |And I’ll fight- and 💀 win - and fight| |
If it wasn’t a fight this guy was looking for, then there was no reason to get all touchy just because of dark expressions or miscommunicated intent, and as such, the brightly-maned youth held that gravestone gaze for as long as it remained on him. Obviously an elder - there was nothing about the way this man held himself, that didn’t scream knowledge and experience, which was at the very least, comforting in regards to this hectic mission.
“… ‘it’? That’s sketchy. … what bounty? I don’t get paid for this sort of thing, so go nuts, Ossan. Either way, all Geta-Boshi told me was that it was pretty important to take it out. I can sense it’s Reitsu fro- … “
A quick glance up - this was just.. a human... was it ok to talk about things like Spiritual Pressure and the like? The dead-eyed old bastard had pretty healthy Chain of Fate, from what he could tell.. sure.. everyone had rust and kinks, the human heart wasn’t infallible, but… what if whatever was down there wasn’t something a normal person would want to go near?
“It’s not human, I can tell you that much. And ya’ aren’t just gonna be able to capture it. I can just take them out, and give you the head, just take me down there, or I’m gonna have to swim.”
The sole of a shoe hit lavastone, and he hoisted himself up - a bit closer to the pirate’s face, and despite a far more aggressive expression, bleeding amber resonated nothing but concern.
“Don’t go down there, alright? And don’t let any of those guys go, either, I don’t want anyone t’ get hurt, just because I needed some help, I’ll get ya’ the stupid bounty, though, as thanks.“
| |So in the end - they can 💀 be safe -to smile| |
☕—“And what are your wings for…?
¿˙˙˙ɹoɟ sƃuᴉʍ ɹnoʎ ǝɹɐ ʇɐɥʍ pu∀
Unfamiliar terms tumbled occasionally, from the young man’s tongue, and Levi noted them, intending to decipher their meanings, later. What the hell was a hat-clog? And Reitsu... If it was being ‘sensed’, was that a term associated with Kenbunshoku Haki and the Color of Observation? Was it a physical capability, such as Mike’s uncanny ability to smell Titans by proximity? The more the stranger spoke, the less reasonable this mission was beginning to seem.
Those keen eyes trained in on him, and Levi could tell that he was being assessed, in like motion. It was an unpleasant irony; that they’d both measured the other one up and found their surface capability wanting. How old did this reprobate think he was?
[“It’s not human, I can tell you that much.]
“Somehow, I figured that, already...”
The veteran met an ardent stare of earth-hues, with his own pale storm. The warning was noted; appreciated for the quality of compassion it might have been issued with, even. In the end, it wasn’t going to deter him from following through with his mission. He’d been told quite a bit by the young man’s meandering commentary; and he agreed on the point of his crew’s safety. But there was a force below that earthen shelf, and it was pulling him towards it. Curiosity? Less than enthrallment, but stronger than fascination. He was being called to. A sound familiar and sweet and vicious: a cool breeze on the brow on a hot day; the scald of warm water over frozen, blistered hands. Was this really the work of a Devil Fruit user? What could generate that kind of a presence?
‘Human’ was such a mutable state, it seemed. ...what if it was a unique existence...? What if could provide a direction to pursue in salvaging the rest of those titan-shifting brats and their abbreviated lifespans? It was anomalies like these, that promised the most in chasing down the mystery of the origin of gigantification. It would be wasted if he allowed the bright-haired punk to dispatch the entity below, without investigating what he could, first.
“....shit, I sound like Hange, now...”
❝Oi, you talk too fucking much, for not wanting to tell me any details directly. I get it. Sounds like I’m the only human involved, eh? So that makes you both monsters. You’re the bigger beast, sent to quiet the clamor that a lesser monster would undoubtedly cause. Am I close?
I appreciate your concern for my crew. I’ll tell them to sit this one out. I have my reasons for going down there. ...since you spilled so much, you’re welcome to use our equipment, but keep your ass out of my business beyond that. ❞
—Isn’t the sky within your cage, ‘ǝƃɐɔ ɹnoʎ uᴉɥʇᴉʍ ʎʞs ǝɥʇ ʇ,usI
too narrow for you?.” “¿noʎ ɹoɟ ʍoɹɹɐu ooʇ
Anonymous asked:
Have you ever murdered a person out of mercy
LETS PLAY THE 'YES' OR 'NO' GAME: Ask me questions and I'm only allowed to answer with 'Yes' or 'No'
☕—❝...yes.
Countless times. And then once more.❞
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| |And I’ll fight- and 💀 win - and fight| |
His vision wasn’t exactly the greatest, but at the very least, the enormous, ornate vessel was definitely coming his way - there were several figures aboard, but none of them looked at all reasonable or friendly. An idle phrase intermixed between the lines of a relentlessly expansive and confusing explanation dripped soundlessly into the irritable-looking youth’s memory… (”Where you’re going, it’s ‘pirate country’.”) At the time, he hadn’t really thought much of it, nor pirates in general… his life had rarely brought him too close to the sea, but now, as soon as what appeared to be a small, dark missile came crashing down before him, his gaze locked onto the features of one who had obviously seen hell and back… ….. that flag, was black and white, huh? ..Skulls, cross-bones… it wasn’t unfamiliar, in the slightest. But who did this guy think he was? Aggravation played havoc with the young man’s expression, furrowed brows and a hooligan’s indignant stance - and when he finally parted his lips, the tone was laced with sarcasm not fit for someone who had called them over. “Honestly, I’d be lucky if it were that easy. I’d have just taken myself the hell back home if all I had to do was catch myself. Don’t worry about it - I just wanted t’ know whether or not you knew how to get into the caves, Old Man.”
| |So in the end - they can 💀 be safe -to smile| |
☕—“And what are your wings for…?
¿˙˙˙ɹoɟ sƃuᴉʍ ɹnoʎ ǝɹɐ ʇɐɥʍ pu∀
Levi regarded the red-head with a sharp, assessing stare. There was an air of competency and confidence in the young man's posture. He didn't seem sure of much, but that didn't seem to have dissuaded him, either. Was he eager for the supposed bounty on their prey, here? But profit usually stirred more animosity than even this petulant exchange offered. From his perch atop that cooled lava-stone, Levi addressed the forthright gaze of the stranger, below,
❝So you’re after ‘it’ too...
Not that I expected an easy task - but, as usual, we don’t know enough about what we’re dealing with...
Oi, how much information do you possess about the entity rumored to reside around here? I’ll give you easy access to the caves below for the details you have about this thing. I’m not eager to risk my men chasing down ghosts, but I don’t mind putting yours on the line, if you’re here hunting the same beast, anyway.❞
It had already been decided, that his shipwright would dive below, to spy the terrain they were dealing with. As a fishman, Kuzo was swift and agile under the water, and Levi wagered that he would soon be composing a map with Gabriel, of the least troublesome pathway into those underwater caverns. The currents here were unpredictable, and the veteran preferred to put some distance between his vessel and the vicious stone crags stretching out from the island chain. One bubbly coral for each of them would avail safe passage below. That, Levi would make good on.
Just how much goodwill he might extend, depended heavily on the young man's sense of cooperation.
“Eh, may as well test the brat’s greed. Don’t want it rearing up unexpectedly...”
❝I’m willing to split the bounty, if you make yourself of use.❞
—Isn’t the sky within your cage, ‘ǝƃɐɔ ɹnoʎ uᴉɥʇᴉʍ ʎʞs ǝɥʇ ʇ,usI
too narrow for you?.” “¿noʎ ɹoɟ ʍoɹɹɐu ooʇ
exspiravitae replied to your post: Are you in love
so basically you can’t get a date
☕—❝Common interests and shit, are very important. I want someone who notices the absence of dust on my wall sconces.
I've accepted that it will be a long, but worthwhile wait for the one who’s beauty will enthrall me, as reflected within the freshly polished floor we just scrubbed together. You won’t understand, because you’re at that age. That, and didn’t you just crawl out of a dirt-pile?❞
Anonymous asked:
Are you in love
LETS PLAY THE 'YES' OR 'NO' GAME: Ask me questions and I'm only allowed to answer with 'Yes' or 'No'
☕—❝...tch.❞
In love? Even the phrase irked him. His sentiments were awfully abstract; and ‘yes’ or ‘no’ was awfully definitive. Wouldn’t it taste the lie, either way? ‘In love’ seemed to suggest that one was experiencing a change in state. ...an uneasy revelation. But he wasn’t outside of love, either. He had been granted respite from that, on the brink of death - so he could certainly discern the difference between having no love to call his own, and the more desirable contrast in being loved.
But conceding to the state wherein he would willingly cultivate expectations that may never be met, that he might harbor an affinity that might never be realized... the anxious space in between consideration and reciprocation... who in their right mind would eagerly diagnose themselves in favor of all that, by calling it ‘love’? ...then again, if he was already contending with the symptoms... it was delusional to think he was somehow immune to the tribulation associated with that comfortable proximity, the adoration of someone’s presence. After all, there were those, of course, for whom he would do nearly anything, without resentment or hesitation. Thus, he did love a few. So why did admitting that he was in love sound so contrived, even in his mind? In fact, there were few sounds burdened with quite as much loneliness as that word.
❝Sounds like a fool’s errand to me.
Over paltry sentiment, I’d prefer to put my time into something with tangible results.❞
sichäußern| | Do you like coffee, too? Or is that.. some sort of eldritch sin?
LETS PLAY THE 'YES' OR 'NO' GAME: Ask me questions and I'm only allowed to answer with 'Yes' or 'No'
☕—❝Yes.
Eldritch sin, Bertholdt? It’s ironic how decent of a Wallist preacher you might’ve made...
Coffee is fine. Not preferable. But tolerable. I used to drink it when Erwin already had it made, so as not to be a pain. It would have been an unthinkable luxury before, but recently, I’ve come to prefer that shit sweetened and and poured over ice. Nowhere near my preference for tea, but I wouldn’t consider it a betrayal outright throw up, Bertholdt.
The Strawhat’s Sanji was noisy as hell, but he had a decent sense for beverages.
All my shittiest drinking habits have since come from those nutcases.❞
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So have you ever been caught in a {{sea of despair?
And your moment of truth Is the day that you say
“I’m not scared”
| | ICHIGO KUROSAKI | |
Put your hands in the air
If you hear me out there
I’ve been looking for you day and night {{Shine a light in the dark}} Let me see where you are
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Continued from - 💀 @l-promised-him
| |And I’ll fight - and 💀 win - and fight| |
… and…. now what? How exactly was he supposed to find these so called underwater caves that supposedly hosted something mysterious and important enough to merit Geta-boshi’s time and word-count? His surroundings were unfamiliar, his phone, even spiritually crafted and enhanced, was unable to pick up a signal, here, so the aggravated youth couldn’t even manage to bitch at the eerie guy who had sent him here to ‘collect’ whaterthefuck. The brightly-maned hybrid stood, awkward and alone on the ashy shores of a recently fried island-mass, smoke still billowing relentlessly from one of the towering volcanoes that made up… what the hell was it called? … really, it didn’t matter, he didn’t actually care, and this was certainly quite the pain in the ass. Did he swim, perhaps? Wouldn’t the water be ridiculously hot? … would that effect him, in his strange state between life, death and monstrosity? An amber gaze finally just cast itself helplessly out to sea, as though the shining waves might be able to tell him what to do - - A boat - a really big, ridiculous boat on the horizon… maybe they were heading the same direction? Why anyone would want to tread under SEVEN VOLCANOES was anyone’s guess, but still.
“… oi - HEY.
OIIIIIII.”
An arm raised high, belligerent tenors attempted to hurl themselves across like fifteen miles of space, which in of itself was probably useless, but if anyone on the vessel had the ability to sense him, or could see pretty well, then there was no missing the obnoxious orange dot amidst all the black.
| |So in the end - they can 💀 be safe - to smile| |
☕—“And what are your wings for…?
¿˙˙˙ɹoɟ sƃuᴉʍ ɹnoʎ ǝɹɐ ʇɐɥʍ pu∀
❝Roll odds for me, Halaa.
Chances of that being the bastard we’re after?❞
For a few moments, they watched the manic antics of the unfamiliar figure, a bright, if negligible fleck on the horizon. Wagers were placed on the likelihood of their quarry being so obvious and eager for collection. Levi worked the knot into his cravat as the distance between the stranger and the Freedom’s Wings closed. Fennel rested on his belly, beside Levi’s boots. Chin in the heels of his hands, he hummed a dirty sailor’s shanty that he’d learned from Mad Hands. Rose alternated between admonishing the pair, and voicing a few concerns about the mental integrity of anyone residing on a volcanic chain, seeking the notice of a pirate ship.
Levi couldn’t fault her for her suspicions, but there were too many unknown factors to the circumstance to inspire any sense of comprehension.
❝If he cooperates, we’ll oblige a rescue mission in addition to our head-bagging. If he’s a pain in the ass, just throw him overboard and he can swim back to the islands.❞
The consensus of the crew was unified in favor of the directive, and Levi pulled his jacket, still emblazoned with the Wings of Freedom over his shoulders as the ship pulled broadside to the island. A quick calculation of distance and wind, and the veteran took flight, towards the shore. His maneuvering gear bridged the distance, and he alighted on the imposing barrier of cooled ash facing the beach.
The stranger had a young man’s face; but there was nothing helpless in his presence. Levi didn’t outright engage .
❝Run out of gray matter, or lost as shit?
Start talking, and it better sound good.
We need a head to put up on a wall, and yours may just as well do.❞
—Isn’t the sky within your cage, ‘ǝƃɐɔ ɹnoʎ uᴉɥʇᴉʍ ʎʞs ǝɥʇ ʇ,usI
too narrow for you?.” “¿noʎ ɹoɟ ʍoɹɹɐu ooʇ