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i don’t like certain ships with my f/os not because they’re problematic or anything but because i am a hater and they’re supposed to be with ME. hope that helps <3

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selfshippers we need to be making more 'marysue' selfinserts. im talking crazy powers im talking loud designs im talking having at least 8 canon characters in love with them. im talking crazy backstory im talking canon-breaking storylines im talking earth shattering plot twist catalysts. like. seriously who is going to stop you the f/o police? yeah ok bud try me ill make them one of my unrequited lovers too.

pr*ship c*mship etc dni.

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EVERY TIME

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also im rethinking n¡falyns height diff so much. like yeah i want e.da to be taller than everyone else cause shes so powerful girlboss better than u™️ and for nifa not to feel like a child whenever theyre together . But like . 6'5 and 6'0 feel too . Awkward . ??????? Omg idek

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thinking about sabr¡na (a BLONDE) covering good luck babe . thinking about how good luck babe is originally by ch@ppell (a Redhead™️) . very much nifalyn coded much???????????

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RIP MIZ.UKO U WOULDVE LOVED MAKASARILI MALAMBING!!!!!!!!!!

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AND ALSO MI.ZU FROM BLUE EYED SAMU.RAI

current character inspos for misa are maki from jjk and honey lemon from bh6

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nadarang for miz.uko 💭💭💭

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thinking about poging tambay sa bgc xylo playboy crossdresser misa

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current character inspos for misa are maki from jjk and honey lemon from bh6

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MAKE FANDOM CRINGE AGAIN!!!!!! REBLOG IF YOU THING FANDOM SHOULD BE CRINGE AGAIN!!!!!!

I mean selfship, bad art, bad writing, bad cosplay, weird theories and harmless headcanons, crossover ships, oc x canon, mary sue ocs, all of it. If it’s for your own personal entertainment it hurts NOBODY!!!

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the way so high school is literally mizu.ko's anthem

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🔑 archive #4 - e.dalyn's love letter (from last post)

To my dearest Ni.fa,

As I am writing this letter, I watch the first Robins of spring perch on the branch by my bedside window. I have put down writing this letter to you for months now, but after dire circumstances I have mustered the courage to finally do it.

It seems my brain won't stop thinking about you. Every waking hour, every mundane task, hell, even in my dreams it's you that it always circles back to. You're in everything I do now. It seems funny, but it is the truth, as much as I hate to admit it. I often wonder where you might be or what you're doing. Are bland potatoes and soft raisins still your favorite breakfast? You weirdo.

There's a tremendous chance that this letter will never get to you, and quite frankly, a part of me hopes that it does not for you will eventually forget me (if you have still not) and live the rest of your life in peace. But for the faintest chance that it does, I want you to know that I'm sorry. I never could've imagined choosing them instead of you... I wish I could turn back time. Also, I want to clarify that this letter is not asking for forgiveness, but rather an explanation.

Every night, as I lay in the cold confines of whatever bunk I can sleep on, I can't help but think of you. Your laughter, your courage, and the way your eyes sparkled with determination amidst the chaos of it all. But fate cruelly bound us to opposing sides, and our paths diverged, tearing us apart like the shrapnel that scatters after an explosion.

In our final moments that fateful day four years ago, I'd catch glimpses of you across the battlefield, unaware of the deception I wove around you. It was torture to witness the pain etched on your face, the disappointment in your eyes as you tried to make sense of my betrayal. If only I could find the words to explain my actions, to tell you how my heart ached with each step I took away from you.

Ni.fa, you must understand that the choices I made were not born of malice but of the cruel twists of war and duty. I sought solace in the belief that, by playing my part, I could somehow protect you from the darkness that enveloped us. But, in doing so, I lost the one person who meant more to me than the whole world combined.

My heart is heavy with the memories of our stolen moments, and my soul torn between love and regret. I cannot undo the past, nor can I predict what awaits us on the horizon of this brutal conflict. All I can do is offer this letter as a testament to the emotions that have haunted me since we parted ways.

If by some miracle, peace finds its way to this war-torn world, and our paths cross again, know that my heart will always carry the love I had for you. Even if it remains unspoken, it will forever dwell in the shadows of my soul, an everlasting reminder of the bittersweet romance we once shared.

As I am writing this, the men are getting ready for battle. In a few days, we will attack the trenches and I will die soon. But I'm going to die with no regrets.

Or, that's what I would like to say. Truth is, I do have one.

It's that I never got to marry you.

Yours–now and forevermore,

Lyn

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authors note 😋

ITS CRUEL AND ITS HEARTBREAKING AND ITS GAY ANGST AND AND TBH ITLL PROBABLY HURT NIFA MORE AND ITLL PROBABLY DO MORE BAD THAN GOOD BUT WHATEVER!!!!!!! SHES GONNA CONFRONT EDA ABOUT IT AT THE FIREPLACE SCENE THINGY TEEHEE TEEHEE YES GAYS YES MY CHILDREN SUFFER!!!!!! SUFFER AND DIE!!!!! MUAHAHAHA!!!!!! also i might edit this this is just a rough draft im too braindead to think about anything good so bear with me 😢

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🔑 archive #3 - nifalyn drabble

Hours after the initial initiation of Yel.na and her crew, Nif.a slaves away in her office, searching the lofty shelves of books that have may be of for their endeavors. Time is quickly passing and she won't be surprised if M.rle.y attacks them any day now, considering that they've kidnapped a good amount of their men and their ships by the Northernmost coast of the sea connecting both their lands.

See, this office used to be her commander's, Erw.n Sm//th. It was passed onto her by Hanj, saying that it was too painful for her or L.vi to deal with it. Ni.fa gladly obliged, wanting to take away the burden and guilt of both her, now, squa.d leader, and friend. She can't imagine how much it hurt for them.

But partly of why she agreed to take Erw.n's office was because of her. If she didn't agree to Hange's offer, she'd be forced to take Eda.lyn's old office instead–even the thought of her name leaves a bitter taste on her mouth. She couldn't bear to do that to herself, not when–

Ni.fa snaps back to reality. She can't afford to be thinking about her right now, not when she has so much work to do. The pain was too much to deal with, so she'd rather not deal with it at all. The time will pass, and she'll forget about... her. Eventually she has to, right?

Old field journals, military reports, and studies of titans were really the majority of the books she had scanned. All outdated and ultimately, useless. What would really help right now were blueprints. Blueprints of weapons that they could use. Erw.n ought to have those, she and Hanj were sure of it. The only task left now is actually finding them.

Forgive her if her thoughts wander to someplace else while completing this tedious task with these towering bookshelves. She wants to distract herself from... well, anything, really. Outside was dark and damp, drizzling a little because of the storm but, inside was warm. Even if her only source of warmth was a single candle, N.ifa likes to think of this place as homey. After all, she's slept, ate, and cried in this very room. She's also added a little touches of herself in the few years that she's been here. A vase of some flowers, her old favorite carpet–something you'd find solace in after a long day, even if the only reason you'd be here was to do some more work.

It's peaceful, the only sounds being her flipping through some pages and the whistles of the wind. Rain comes down harshly every few minutes but it's nice, the faint smell of petrichor fresh on the pavement. The repeated taps of water hitting her window and the roof providing a calming atmosphere. It'd be a nice night to cuddle up with someone... she thinks. Ever the sentimental sweetheart. The thought saddens her even more though as the only person she'd ever really "cuddle up" with was...

.

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Nevermind. She really needs to focus. She'll never get anything done at this rate, so she turns her attention again to finding those blueprints and the calming sounds of nature outside her office window.

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A few minutes pass again, and she hears a knock on her door.

She jumps at the noise, wondering, who could be here this late? Nif.a puts the book down, straightens her blouse and smooths her hair, then cautiously approaches the door. It's almost midnight so, she's prepared to grab the nearest weapon: her dagger–which she keeps with her at all times. You never know, it could be a surprise attack, especially with their new additions, she isn't taking any chances.

"Ms. Ni.fa?" she hears them call out. It's On.nkopon. Yel.na's assistant from earlier which she deemed a nice-enough guy. She calms down a little because of this, but still remains alert. She doesn't know them yet and they could very well attack at any moment's notice. After all, they did kidnap them by force not a day before.

She slowly opens the door, finding him all alone. He tips his hat and greets her. "I apologize for coming to your office this late but Hanj said that I'd find you here and well, I have to give you something." On.kopon states.

"No, it's fine... What is it?" N.ifa replies, a bit skeptical on what exactly he has to give her and her specifically. She isn't expecting any gifts or anything, especially not from some strangers–from Marley of all places.

"It's a letter. You see, our ship's carries cargo, right? Some of them were letters–we needed to pretend to deliver them as to not draw any unwanted attention from enemies... much like you, no offense. But we had to have them on board in case an enemy searches the ship we could reason that we were only a cargo ship and a cargo ship alone." He says. Ni.fa still quite not trusting the whole story.

"But then... while we were emptying the ship, Hanj and the others included, mind you, we had found this. A letter, addressed to you, specifically. Used your full name and all." Onn.kopon reaches into his coat pocket and gives the piece of paper to N.ifa.

"What? To me?" Ni.fa says, shocked. Who would address a letter to her from M.rley? Were they discovered there? Did they know about them? About her? Anxious thoughts ran through her brain as she tried to comprehend what exactly this letter meant.

On.nkopon felt her worries and decided to ease them a little bit with his next statement. "Oh! Don't worry, all these letters are fake. Fake names, fake contents. Workers in the military made them. Don't worry, Ms. Ni.fa. Nothing's there to harm you, I swear. Me and Hanj already skimmed the letter and well, it seems that it's weirdly... a love letter. Much to our amusement. They thought it was funny that it was addressed to your name so they sent me to deliver it." He says, with a nervous chuckle.

Ni.fa still doesn't fully believe him. But if Hanj sent him then...

She examines the letter then flips it over a good few times, and it's no doubt that it's her full name on it so she interrogates him again. "My full name though? Don't you think that's a little unsettling?" She sternly asks, her height towering over him.

"...Your name is quite common in Marley. I wouldn't be surprised if someone thought of it as a fake name. But I can assure you that it's nothing harmful. M.rley made sure of it. If anything, it's actually quite romantic. Hange had to hold back tears. Of sadness or laughter, I'm not sure. But we thought it was interesting so... I suggest you read it." She's still a little suspicious of him, but she looks directly in his eyes and assesses his body language. So far, no sign of lying nor deceit.

"Alright. Thank you, On.nkopon," Nif.a decides to just check it out for herself. "I'm guessing you'll go back to Hanj then...?" She asks.

"Yes. We still aren't done with unloading, and they want to check everything, it seems. Have a good evening, Ms. N.ifa." He offers a warm, genuine, smile and puts his hat back on, turns on his heel, and walks away, leaving the redhead alone with nothing but her thoughts and a supposed love letter.

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🔑 archive #2 - nifalyn drabbles

"Hey... these are my old designs, aren't they?" Eda.lyn speaks up, while running her hand over the cold metal.

"Yeah. Turns out you did still help us, even if you..." Ni.fa cuts herself off, trying to just erase the memory of Ed.a ever betraying them. She's on their side now and that's all that matters.

"I made these with the intention to slow killing titans down. Did you know that?" She questioned, genuinely wanting to know if Nif.a knew.

"Yeah, I did," Ni.fa snaps back. Guess the wounds haven't completely stopped bleeding. It still angers her to think how E.da tricked them into thinking that she was speeding up their progress, actually helping them, when in reality it was the opposite.

"A few years ago actually. I had decided to run some experiments on everything you had 'helped' us make." N.ifa confirms. "We only took the framework of the design. Turns out they're still very efficient, in terms of aerodynamics and whatnot. Me and Ha.nj changed the entire mechanisms though."

E.da starts to apologize. What she's apologizing for, she's not sure. She just needs N.ifa to know that she's sorry. "N.ifa, I'm sorry. For... everything. Really. I'm just–"

N.ifa freezes up at her words, she wasn't one for much emotional confrontation. She knew she would have to face it eventually but, right here? Now? This is really too much of an intense setting to be talking about them.

She swiftly cuts Eda.lyn off. "What can you do, right? Past is past. Let bygones be bygones... What's important is that we're all together now." She pretends to be busy getting the equipment ready, hoping that E.da just takes the hint.

N.ifa offers her a smile, but E.da knows it all too well. It's a sign for her to drop it. Besides, she's too sleep-deprived to talk about... whatever happened between them. But then again, when is she not?

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🔑 archive #1 - nifalyn drabble

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

She says “Once I’m actually out there,” because for the past 2 months, the only “military training” they’ve been doing is reading books as thick as M.ina’s skull, (she doesn’t like M.ina.) one lesson after another, Shadis talking their ears off about god-knows-what, and exams. Stupid, useless, practical exams. (That doesn’t mean she’ll fail the exams though, no.)

It’s been three hours. Three hours, Five minutes, 15 seconds. The amount of time N.ifa has spent in this class. Three, unbearably long, hours. Whatever boring, and, probably, useless stuff Shad.is has been saying for the past three hours has went in one ear and out the other. I won’t think about all this once I’m actually out there, you know. Actually training. Sparring. Fighting t.itans and whatnot.

So, for the past three hours of another lesson she couldn’t care less about, all N.ifa has done is mindlessly tap her fingers away on the table and try to block out her teacher’s agitating, grating, voice. Hopefully she doesn’t get caught, but, hey, if she does, maybe then she’ll actually experience something.

If she’s being honest, the only ‘interesting’ thing that’s happened around these parts has been, surprisingly, E.dalyn. Brooding, bitter, old sourpuss, E.dalyn. Once, N.ifa tried talking to her, and without missing beat, shuts her down with a cold shoulder. Now, normally, with people like her, N.ifa would back off and keep her distance, but honestly? She’s intrigued.

Why, you ask?

It’s because Edalyn LeBlanc is a fucking prodigy.

She’s amazing in everything she does. Top of their class, excellent skills, a perfect body, amaaaazing hair, a natural-born leader, and, by the way, did she mention the, amazing, not-one-stray-strand, amazing hair?

The kind of girl that just makes you believe that God has favorites. Rumor has it that she’s from Wall S.ina; you know, where all those bougie, first-class, rich people live. I mean, it would explain the amazing hair so, it is a plausible explanation. But why would she choose to join the military if she was already living a stress-free, royal, high-life there?

Something you should know about N.ifa G.unn.hildr: She’s a very nosey determined gal. So, for the past two months that she’s been here, N.ifa Gu.nnhil.dr has done attempts to… befriend Edalyn.

Very futile attempts, by the way.

I think we’ve already established by now that Eda.lyn is perfect. And Nif.a just has to know how. So, her master plan is if she can befriend perfect, no-nonsense, coolgirl E.da, then maybe, just maybe, she can be ‘cool’ too! And you know, have a little some of that fame, seeing as she’s the one that’s ‘tamed’ the unreachable, wild tiger. Lion. Bear. Whatever. And so far, Eda.lyn has rejected her left and right. Even each ‘hi’ of N.ifa’s gets embarrassingly shut down by one very judgy side glance.

She looks over at E.dalyn, appearing to be lost in thought too.

She’s probably only not paying attention because she already knows this and thinks she’s above all of us! Nifa thinks.

Which is the thing Nifa wants to learn how. How to be above all her peers. And even though Eda.lyn’s tough to get to, she wasn’t giving up. The blonde prodigy was a challenge. Nobody loves challenges more than Ni.fa Gun.nhildr. She was going to be her friend, come hell or high water.

“This week, we’ll be starting our first sparring lesson,” Sh.adis says. N.ifa's snapped out of her boredom and the tapping immediately stops. Finally, something new! She thinks.

"This would be a good time to know your fellow cad.ets, as you'll be assigned a partner by Wednesday. We'll also be having a practical exam by the end of the week, so I suggest that both you, and your partner, are capable."

Yes! This is it! The perfect opportunity has finally presented itself, and now all she has to do is to grab it. She'll talk to Edalyn, ask her to be partners with her, hope and pray that some of her coolness rubs off on her, and success! It's a fullproof pla–aaand Edalyn's walking out the door.

Shit! She's leaving! Apparently Sha.dis had already dismissed them about a minute or so before, and Nif.a has been zoned out, thinking how great this is for her and how God is good and holy and right. She hadn't even noticed Pe.tra waving infront of her face until now.

"Hello? Ni.fa? Ya still in there?" Pe.tra says, lightly knocking against N.ifa's head.

Nif.a is too distracted, she'll deal with her friend later. "Yes! I gotta go! Bye!" Determined as ever to get to Ed.alyn before the others do. She knows that blondie's a perfect target for newbs who only want to get ahead. Not her though. She's not a newb. Anyway, Pet.ra's a bit taken aback by her reaction, but nonetheless shrugs it off. She'll ask about it later.

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one day you’ll yearn for the person you are now, to tell them, "hey, look, it turned out to be okay" and "i’m so grateful you’ve held on" and "things just worked out somehow". you’ll want to hold their hand and give them the wisdom that the future is actually better, and you know it because you’re living it. but you can’t reach through time like that. the only way to bridge the gap between the you of today and the you who’s doing better, is to hold onto the hope that they exist.