Locked-in Levi hits different
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{i'm sorry for not being so active recently, i've been gripped by the magnus archive podcast and i dont know when i'll resurface lmao}
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A beauty lives in every soul. The more you love, the more you know.
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βA prisoner of his own makingβ
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please enjoy some messy modern eren doodles β₯οΈ
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fyi if weβre mutuals you have full consent to be as feral as you want in asks and dms
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{me thinking about how levi should be in a modern verse. i want one verse where he hasn't experienced (too many of) the horrors... fuck it imma make him sugar daddy material}
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{like for a plotted starter call? i will cartwheel into your dms (: }
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{like for a plotted starter call? i will cartwheel into your dms (: }
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super lazy promo for an independent, highly selective, low energy dual rp blog! featuring!! levi ackerman && eren jaeger from attack on titan! nsfw themes present! mun is 25+! oc & crossover friendly! π€ loved by tiff! she/they! cst!
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" i understand more than you think . " π
THE SOUNDS OF NIGHTMARES SENTENCE STARTERS .
he glances at vito and inhales sharply when he sees his face. of course he knew that vito knew. it wasn't even a question that the other man had seen horrors just like levi had. he would understand on a deeply innate level despite not being born or raised in paradis.
levi hadn't meant to hit the other man's hand in panic after waking up from a gripping nightmare about his mother, but the echo of the slap had been hard enough to jolt him into realizing he was awake. the action on instincts alone, but there was a small twinge of guilt when vito had responded kindly with those words.
"... i know you do," he finally murmurs, gently pinching the bridge of his nose. he's beginning to calm down already, heart rate slowing and then tendrils of a nightmare that had gripped him so hard a moment before already began to fade. the captain runs a hand through his sweaty bangs and collapses back onto the mattress. "shit... sorry," he mumbles, tilting his head to look at vito, silver eyes watching his companion's face steadily.
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{one of yall add me on ig so i have someone to spam aot memes to lol i have to physically hold myself back from sending all of them to the two people i enjoy spamming with memes.
mostly cause one gets more confused the more they learn about aot and the other one hates aot asdfsaf im struggling over here}
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" i don't feel like talking . " || (@ Eren!!)
THE SOUNDS OF NIGHTMARES SENTENCE STARTERS .
THE SOUNDS OF NIGHTMARES SENTENCE STARTERS .
eren hadn't really come over to talk. afterall, the last thing he associated levi with was long drawn conversations. still, his presence was a comfort to him and the brunet found himself gravitating to wherever his captain was when he needed a moment to just gather himself. sometimes eren had wished they'd never found what his father had hidden in that cellar. it seemed to make everything so much more complicated in his mind. what was the point of it all?
he grimaced and sighed softly in defeat. just trying to figure it all out made his head hurt. instead, teal eyes flicker over to the shorter man, taking in his familiar frame with the almost ever present furrow in his brows. sometimes he wants to just reach up to smooth it out and his fingers twitch with the sudden compulsion to. he curls them into a fist to avoid doing something idiotic.
"that's okay... we don't have to talk," he finally replies after what's probably been a minute of silence. "i came over here for the quiet, anyway."
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{ughh i'm sooo low energy lately πmotivation is there, but i stg my fingies feel heavy trying to type. i'm going to β¨attemptβ¨ asks cause i really want to answer them π₯²}
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what are you the patron saint of?
patron saint of relics (levi)
patron saint of remembering. patron saint of holding something close. patron saint of holding on for too long. for a saint, a relic is often a part of the body, kept for some physical memento of their holiness. they are all in your hands, now: does it feel like remembrance? does it feel sanctified? are the dust and blood as precious as they're supposed to be?
tagged by: @viitlumi || @astutior || @witswords
tagging: @attroxx (for dom or ghost), @aequitaas, @kkriitters (for kou), @constarellations (aether), @nagareboshiko
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The light of the Underground
little did mama Ackerman know her decision to give birth to Levi would help to change the world in such way years later. π
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