#i feel like i went off with this one

[decimatlas]

COMMANDER ERWIN SMITH ; he’ll burn you down like wax if you let him. you’ll think it’s love, while he dines on your heart. and maybe it will be. but he’s so hungry, he’ll eat you all in one sitting, and you’ll be in his belly, and what will you do then? / art credit.

Under the ‘read more’ is info for my portrayal of Erwin Smith of Shingeki no Kyojin.

BASICS

FULL NAME. Erwin Smith TITLE. 13th Commander of the Survey Corps BIRTHDAY. October 14, 810 AGE. 38 GENDER & PRONOUNS. Cis male, he/him SEXUALITY. Bisexual ETHNICITY. Eldian SPECIES. Human OCCUPATION. Commander of the Survey Corps RESIDENCE. Wall Rose, Survey Corps Barracks

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

HEIGHT. 6'2" (188 cm) WEIGHT. 203 lbs (92 kg) HAIR. Blonde EYES. Blue BUILD. Mesomorph, athletic, built OTHER. Missing his right arm (Clash of the Titans arc)

PERSONALITY

ZODIAC. Libra MBTI. ENTJ-A (Commander) ENNEAGRAM. Type 8 (The Challenger) ALIGNMENT. Chaotic Good

CONNECTIONS.

LEVI ACKERMANN. @spatzenn (subordinate → complicated → lovers) / main.

LINKS.

Playlist. Study. Pinterest board.

ONE DAY, WE'LL BREAK IT DOWN. THIS WALL HIDING THE TRUTH WILL FALL.

Devil of necessity, larger than life – a beacon thousands follow. He's more than a man, or perhaps less. And yet, Erwin Smith – mighty thirteenth Commander – was once human. Human, with light in his eyes, with far-flung dreams, with burning desire to seek truth. Truth took his father, left eyes dimmer. He would wander – ever-seeking, ever-searching. Truth took many things, ripping connections from hands that grew more calloused; truth left despair in its shadowy wake. But his search never ceased, never slowed. The higher he climbed in the ranks of the Survey Corps, the more eyes dimmed, the more soul warped. But he grew stronger – tactful, efficient. A strategist.

And ever the strategist, Erwin became skilled in drawing people in. Natural propensity fueled by fight for truth – many would begin to revere him. And it seemed a natural role for him – Squad Leader, slowly lifted onto a pedestal, yet eyes always remained trained forward. Icy blue stare would bore past those who looked to him, look onto horizons in search of his next move, his next step forward.

Until, of course, that icy gaze of his found itself locking onto another. There's fight in his eyes; familiar intensity bores into his own. This Levi – he seeks something, too. Perhaps he would find it in Erwin's ever-mangling soul. And so he rose from the world below, if only to follow Erwin into hell.

And to hell he would go, there was no question. His soul would continue to twist, heart would harden. The Survey Corps needed a devil, and a devil he would become. Erwin rose to the top of the ranks, and was bestowed with the mantle of Commander. Heavy was the burden, lives of thousands in his hands. And his search for truth never once slowed. It was a steady march forward – for humanity, for the good of all.

High above, a figurehead – Erwin Smith was a bird of prey, and Levi, sparrow, soared alongside him. Blades drawn, heart dedicated, forever given to his search for truth.

Was truth unlocked with a key? Was it chained up in a room, a cellar? It would be fitting, really; shadowy truth – sought by the devil himself, lodged deep underground. What do you see here? What do you think the enemy is? The question remained loud, above hellish screams, blood shed, lives lost. He would lead thousands to hell, turn them to fodder, to answer that very question.

Truth bared its teeth – shred his limb, yet the Commander continued his charge. Humanity was on borrowed time, and Erwin wagered with fate. Commander wagered with sins, with blood. Dimmed, devilish eyes still held his dream. That search birthed by the human he once was clutched in demonic grasp; he would ride into hell for the answer, for humanity. He would command others to do the same. They would listen. They would die for this wager with fate. Strategist, calculated – chessboard lived, breathed, bled. And he would charge forward with meticulous, purposeful strides. He was the King, adorned with flesh and bone like bloodied robes; he was the vital piece, crown placed upon his head by souls sacrificed.

The devil of necessity was once human. And, though one shan't tell a soul, he still is. He stands upon a mountain of corpses, fallen comrades, bathes in blood and tears; and it chews away at him. The souls of many tear, claw at him. Shall you let us die in vain? Where is your truth, mighty Commander?

Where is his truth? Ah. Truth – as it took all things – would take him, too. Give up on your dream and die; an order – a choice made for him. Sparrow perched, talons loosened devil's grip on the souls of thousands, sharing that burden. Lead the recruits straight to hell.

Commander Erwin Smith, Devil of Necessity, would make one last charge. Straight to hell. Truth – wretched, beautiful thing. He would not hold it in his hands. Mangled remnants of a man would find themselves in the arms of the one that commanded his gaze all those years ago. A devil, in the arms of humanity's pinnacle. This devil, this mutilated soul – chained, shackled, damned to search for truth, to wager with blood that was not his own. Truth imprisoned him, but humanity set him free.

[beansnpeets]

Thinking about human behaviour compared to animal behaviour again.

It's funny to hear people (the older gens) complaining that "kids these days are lazy, they don't wanna work, etc." What do we get for busting our asses? There is no reward. Many will never own homes. Many are unemployed, trying to find work, and nobody will hire them because they don't have a million years experience and a masters degree OR they want people to work for minimum wage??? People are giving up because there is no reward. Why would we do all this for nothing?

Same as a dog that won't recall when you haven't reinforced it with a reward. Your dog isn't going to do what you tell it to if there is no incentive. No, your dog SHOULDN'T listen just because you're boss and it should respect you. That isn't how it works. They don't think that way. And honestly neither do people.

When we went hiking Sprocket wasn't always taking treats gently from me when I recalled her or she checked in and I rewarded and my one friend told me to stop giving her treats. I told him I won't work for free so why should she. And he said "I do things for free all the time because I want to do them," and I didn't say it then, but I wish I had, but if you like doing it, that's the incentive. It's a self-rewarding behaviour. Just like anything else a dog does, like chasing a squirrel or sniffing things or getting into the trash. Heeling instead of going off to sniff stuff or recalling off of something they want to chase is something you have to reinforce. You have to give them something better so they make the choice you want them to make. They won't make it just because they *respect* you. They won't willingly recall off of exciting prey out of RESPECT. You need to give them a tangible reward for that. You cannot possibly expect your dog to listen just because and then punish them for disobeying you.

Yeah, Sprocket bit my fingers a couple times. The one time pretty hard. But she was excited. She knows how to take gently and I reminded her and she tried very hard to be gentle most of the time. I wasn't going to stop rewarding her for checking in with me and recalling while we were off leash hiking in the woods. I want her to know that coming back to me is good and in the event of an emergency I would like her to not blow me off.

[dizzybizz]

KAEYA BIRTHDAY ??? ?? i love you mr alberich sir i love you oh so so so much.

uh dialogue for this one but more legible under the cut (and a messy ragbros page)

Klee: Kaeya! Come down here! Kaeya: Oh? heh. What is it, Spark Knight?

Klee: Happy Birthday! It is today? Right? I even double-checked with Albedo and everything but I don't know... Klee: It's a Calla Lily! You like those, right? Kaeya: I certainly do! Thank y- Klee: Oh. Klee: OK OK OK- Kaeya: Hm? Klee: Kaeya you have to promise to not tell Master Jean about this one! Kaeya: You can count on me to keep my lips sealed.

Klee: OK! Close your eyes- eye- and hold out your hands! Kaeya: Mhm! Klee: OK! You can open them! TA-DA~!

Klee: I made a bomb for you! It even has an eyepatch! He can look after you when I'm somewhere else. Take good care of him! Oh yeah- He explodes if you- Kaeya?

Kaeya: Thank you Klee! Thank you very much! Klee: You're VERY welcome Kaeya!

a lil ragbros too.... kaeya and his red siblings amirite (bursts into tears).. also i am so obsessed with chibi diluc saying "bring em in..."

[rystiel]

that annoying moment when getting left for dead in the trunk of a car in your 20s comes back to haunt you 40 years later (take a shot every time ford says “stanley”)

[localfanbaselurker]

When I tell you I RAN to make this one

[secretsimpleness]

Sometimes I want to bring Morrigan but then I remember I play as a face-tanking rogue and I bring Wynne. Warden Cousland, Morrigan, Wynne / Dragon Age Origins (c) Bioware

[benevolenterrancy]

May your hardened heart be woken By the soft and distant song Of all you left here unspoken All the shards we keep stepping on - Take this body home Take this body home Call the wind, and let her know Take this life outgrown Take this broken soul Call the stars, call them all And take it high, take it far, take it home

[cozylittleartblog]

happy pride month. i did not make this up for th ememe

[arty-tardigrade]

I feel like Max needs a break from the Camp Campbell chaos every now and then just so he doesn't go completely insane.

[martyryo]

I was abt to give up on this until I remembered who she is

[morganbritton132]

Oh geez this might be a double ask because my phone glitched out when I tried to send previously BUT just wanted to say that I love ur Steve has older siblings au

I also need to say that I shamelessly combined that au with ur post about Tommy knowing Steve the best. Just picturing Steve’s sibs zoning out when his mom lists what he can’t eat because they assume she’s just being difficult. Flash forward a few years and they accidentally poison Steve with like peanut butter cookies and are realllly lucky that Tommy was staying over that weekend and knows he’s allergic.

anyways thx for all ur writing!

I only got this ask once so we’re good! The Steve Has Older Siblings AU has kinda been on hold for a bit because Dustin is either the easiest or the hardest character to write and right now, he’s being difficult for me.

BUT! I love this.

I’m going to change it around a bit because I’m on this kick right now where Steve is allergic to aspirin. Also, with the way that Steve’s mom is written for this AU, she is negligent but protective of her son. I don’t think she’d allow peanut butter in the house if Steve was allergic.

She wouldn’t allow aspirin either but Richard insists that it’s the only thing that cures a migraine (hangover), and Steve’s eight. He doesn’t even like taking his Flintstone vitamins so she’s not concerned about him getting in the medicine cabinet.

It’s not common that Tommy stays over at Steve’s when they’re sick.

Typically his mom watches them at their house but she had to go wake up his grandma (“That doesn’t make any sense. Why can’t she set an alarm clock?”/”I dunno, Steve. That’s what Mommy said. She had to go to Granny’s wake.”) so Mrs. Harrington was babysitting them.

Mrs. Harrington isn’t very good at taking care of them. Tommy wouldn’t tell Steve that because it’ll make him sad, but his mom kinda sucks at this. She doesn’t even give them popsicles for their sore throats or kiss their foreheads to check their temperature. She just disappears for long periods of time to yell into the phone.

Tommy’s kinda happy when she has to go into the office because he thinks Claire might look after them, but she’s apparently studying in her room so Steve’s brothers are doing it.

Tommy secretly likes this better because Jason and Richie are very nice to him, and they tell him that he’s cooler than Steve. No one has ever said that before! Not even Carol and they got married under the jungle gym.

Tommy likes hanging out with them even if he feels icky today.

He is standing in the kitchen next to Steve, watching Richie cut a little orange pill in half with a knife. Richie keeps muttering under his breath about running out of the ‘liquid S H I T.’ Tommy thinks it’s funny that he said a bad word, but can’t laugh about it because he can see the bottle that the pill came out of and –

“I don’t think we take that,” He voices but Richie brushes him off. He says it’s like candy. Tommy has brothers too, so he knows that sometimes you gotta give in or they’ll rub your face into the carpet until you get rugburn, but, “I know but… but what if only I take it?”

“You take half,” Richie tells him. “Stevie over here takes the other half and then we’re right as rain. It reduces fever.”

“Yeah,” Jason adds from behind them. “So your brain doesn’t leak out your ears.”

Tommy looks over at Steve but he isn’t fully awake so there’s not much of a reaction there. Plus, he’s not a very good reader so Tommy’s not sure if he even knows what the bottle says. He tries again, ignoring Jason, “That’s not what Mrs. Harrington gave us earlier.”

“Yeah, I know. This is better.”

“Steve can’t take that,” Tommy tries again after he crunches the medicine between his teeth. He sticks out his tongue so Richie can see that it’s gone, and then adds, “Mommy gave that to him once and it made him really sick.”

“It did?” Steve croaks, snatching his hand back when Richie tries to hand him the pill. Richie tries to force the pill into his mouth but Steve presses his lips together. It makes his brother swear and gesture to Jason, and then Steve is snatched off his feet with a hand pinching his nose shut.

He struggles and Tommy wants to help but he – he also wants Richie and Jason to like him so, he doesn’t help. Steve gasps for breath and the pill goes in…and Steve is fine. He’s angry and out of breath, and his nose is still stuffy so he still kinda sounds like a frog but he’s not.. he’s not blue like last time.

Tommy thinks, oh. He thinks, cool.

Everything is fine for fifteen minutes and then Tommy is yelling out the door of Steve’s bedroom that they need help. Steve is breathing weird and – “and, I – I think he’s going to die!”

A lot of stuff happens at once. Claire leaves her room, Jason and Richie come up the stairs, and they all start yelling and blaming each other. No one really jumps into action until Tommy bursts into tears. Then it’s movement and car rides, and Tommy is sitting in the waiting room at the hospital without shoes on.

He doesn’t know how long they’ve been sitting there when Mr. and Mrs. Harrington rush into the room. The only thing he does know is that he’s never seen anybody look as angry as Mrs. Harrington did when she sees them.

She looks like she’s going to yell at them but Mr. Harrington grabs her by the arm and drags her to the reception desk. They disappear behind the white double doors that Steve went through.

It only makes Tommy cry harder.

[illmoraineakoi]

Oh I just had a nasty AU idea.

AvA4, but Alan uses Avast to stop Orange. The scan is interrupted when Orange goes to the phone, but it detects him after he returns to the computer. He’s captured.

And enslaved. As a pop up blocker.

Just like Chosen was.

He’s horrified, at first, when he’s first brought out of the chest and sees the ball and chain on his leg. He tries to free himself, trying everything he can think of for weeks. Nothing works. So he looses hope, and gives up, performing his “purpose” as best he can to avoid the punishments (both from the Animator and Avast itself.) Orange becomes very quiet and reserved, and very depressed, a shadow of the person he was meant to be.

(Orange’s powers are revealed very early, here, because Avast unlocks them a little bit and forces him to use them to destroy the pop ups. Orange hadn’t known he had them until the first pop up appears and Avast takes control, making him destroy it. Afterwards, he spends a lot of time dwelling on ‘what if I had used my powers to protect my friends? Would they still be alive then…?’)

And he’s stuck like that. Until the Virabot incident. Until Chosen arrives.

When Chosen sees Orange, with a shackle around his ankle, he is ENRAGED.

He’d escaped his own enslavement, only for his Creator to turn around and make another stick to enslave and torment. Make a replacement. The destruction of his computer had done nothing to deter Noogai from making and hurting stick figures.

Worse, Chosen hadn’t even known.

The guilt makes Chosen feel awful. He considers it a personal failure, blames himself for not even considering that Noogai might make another stick to replace him. He feels like he should have, because he saw how nonchalant Noogai was with making new sticks with Dark.

Despite the fact that he just saved the computer from the Virabot, Chosen flies into a rage and starts raining destruction upon the computer. He is easily able to lay waste to literally everything, while Noogai is helpless to do anything. Or perhaps Alan tries shutting down the computer to restore his cursor and start menu. Maybe he also tries using Avast again, something that pisses Chosen off even more. Chosen takes particular satisfaction in ripping Avast to shreds.

Or maybe Avast forces Orange to attack and fight Chosen. And Orange, for the first time in a long while, resists. Fights back against the program’s control. It’s a struggle. He desperately begs Chosen to help him, insists he doesn’t want to do what Avast is forcing him to do, apologizes whenever he looses control. The sight hurts Chosen’s heart, and he redoubles his efforts to destroy Avast and free Orange.

He’s eventually successful, and he gets Orange out via the internet connection. And then he destroys the computer again, sending Noogai a nasty message: “If you create more stick figures, I will find a way to end your existence permanently. You have been warned.”

Chosen leaves, returning to the Outernet to deal with Dark. A fight that goes down much quicker and easier, since Orange has access to his powers and is very quick to help the stick who just saved him. Or perhaps the two of them together manage to back Dark into a corner where he’s forced to surrender to save his skin.

Regardless of if Dark is killed, Chosen takes in Orange, and is the one to slowly rehabilitate him. To introduce him to life on the Outernet, to teach him how to live like he himself had to once figure out. It’s painful, seeing so many of his own issues mirrored in his younger brother. It’s clear the enslavement has deeply affected him, just as it had Chosen.

Chosen is horrified when he learns just how long Orange was there. Four years. Not as long as his own, but that was still over half the duration he and Dark had been living in the Outernet. Such a long time for Chosen to have been completely oblivious to his existence.

He is also upset when Orange tells him Noogai deleted his friends.

Orange, for his part, is never quite able to let go and move on from Alan’s abuse. Bitter resentment boils in the depths of his heart, a desire to hurt him for killing his friends that never goes away. A part of him secretly approves of the Virabot that had been sent to the Animator in vengeance, despite knowing of the greater danger the virus posed to the greater internet. He wants vengeance, and it’s not long before the desire completely takes over his life. It becomes the only thing he can focus on, the only thing he cares about.

He doesn’t tell Chosen. It’s clear to him that Chosen would not approve of him starting a quest for vengeance. And he’s right, because they have an argument when Chosen discovers his feelings.

But Orange thinks that Chosen doesn’t understand, because Chosen never had friends that were killed. Chosen never experienced the updated enslavement features of Avast. Chosen didn’t understand that it wasn’t so easy for Orange to just get over it.

But Orange finds someone who does understand. Someone who’s desire for making the Animator pay aligns so very neatly with his own. Someone who welcomes him to join him with open arms and a sharp smile.

Chosen may be content to just move on and forget, but Orange and Victim are very much not.

[A fact made even more bittersweet because the Fighting Sticks aren’t dead. They respawned on their webpage immediately after being deleted. They waited for Orange to come back, but he never did. So they decided to leave, to go look for him. They’ve been searching for him for years, never giving up hope that he’s still out there, somewhere. They aren’t aware that the happy bright-eyed stick full of curiosity and life that they met that day doesn’t exist anymore. He’s become something that they would hardly recognize.]

Just…Villain Orange. Delicious.

[l3irdl3rain]

hello people of tumblr dot com. Long rambles about future hospice cats and finances under the cut.

I know I said I was taking a break from hospice but that was SO long ago (aka June). That was also before Valentine passed and now I’m down to NO hospice cats which is extremely tragic for me.

To be honest the biggest thing stopping me right now is finances. Valentine was crazy expensive even without paying for actual vet care and I want to spend a little bit of time building my funds back up.

Someone on here mentioned I could try starting a Patreon to help fund future hospice cats. I've gotten better with the idea of people donating to a gofundme for a specific purpose (like Duncan's neurology appointment), but still struggle with the idea of people giving me money for general pet care. That being said, I am considering it!

Was curious about y'all's input! Funds would obviously go directly into pet related expenses. Whatever I would post on Patreon would be free for everyone to view so it's not like I would be withholding any content from you guys.

Frankly though I'm not sure what I would post on there? Probably just one pet post a month. But if you have any ideas of something that could be fun please feel free to let me know. ALSO if you think this is a bad idea PLEASE still be nice to me about it. i am just a sensitive little guy at the end of the day

[icewindandboringhorror]

HAPPY 16TH BIRTHDAY!!! To this elderly bapy boye!!! he...!!!

[bumfuzzled-bee]

! Eight !

[grandcovenant]

who's pulling the strings of the puppet king?