#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..."

[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.

[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

[martyryo]

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

[icewindandboringhorror]

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

[grandcovenant]

who's pulling the strings of the puppet king?

[screechingfromthevoid]

nothing (besides everyone ignoring Orym's deal) has made me angrier than watching Dorian keep up this facade. Dorian Storm has always been a type of mask he's worn. At first he called himself a liar because of it. The happy go lucky bard was a way of escaping for him. He was escaping Brontë so he created Dorian. He didn't believe he was Dorian. Until the Crown Keepers made Dorian real. And for a while, he really believed he was Dorian. That he has this new family and new life and he could be who he truly wanted to be.

And then his brother came back and made his problems Dorian's problems. Until he had to put Brontë back on. Because even if the Crown Keepers + Cyrus called him Dorian, he was Brontë. He had to be who his brother thought he was.

When Cyrus dies, the thread to Brontë had snapped. He was going to see Orym, back to the Bells Hells, back to Dorian Storm. But the foundation of Dorian had shattered. Dorian was created in order to run from his place in life, family, Cyrus. Now he was gone. The Crown Keepers had fallen apart. His friends fell through his fingers and he couldn't do anything to stop it. He was once ready to side with a betrayer god for these people and now they're in the wind.

So Dorian shows back up to Bells Hella and he's completely broken. The foundation of both of his lives has been thoroughly rocked. No brother. No Crown Keepers. The two things that forged Dorian Storm. He wears that mask so fucking well. Because he still wants to believe in it. He said it live on stage that he should "believe his own backstory". The one he made up. The one where he was a bard.

He wants to be Dorian so bad. He spends all his money on Orym, he spins the bottle so he can kiss his friends, he flirts, he blushes and giggles at compliments. Exactly how Dorian would, should.

But he wears the gold of the heir. He has a festering animosity inside his chest. He doesn't sleep. He's thinner than he was. He doesn't sleep. He sicks abominations after their creators. He talks to God's without an ounce of self preservation, daring them to strike him down. He does not acknowledge them as they taunt him.

The god of beauty and magic calls him beautiful and he does not smile.

[front-facing-pokemon]

[fellshish]

A bad writing teacher can really mess you up even if you know they’re wrong

[tariah23]

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[tennessoui]

alrightalrightalright what about an au where newly knighted obi-wan kenobi is working as a jedi on a hugely top secret project in the middle of nowhere, outer rim, with a very small amount of help from the jedi order and strict instructions to not let anyone know what he's doing - and one night he gets involved in something he has no business getting involved in but this is obi-wan, after all, he never can leave well enough alone. he's trying to bust and rescue a slave ring he uncovers (again, completely on accident, he just took a night off for a drink)

and he decides to go undercover himself to get back to where the (pleasure) slaves are being held so he can set about freeing them, but before he's done, smuggler anakin skywalker bursts in and rushes all of them onto his ship to get them away, taking well-meaning but solidly jedi obi-wan with him

but obi-wan IS under strict orders to not disclose anything about himself or why he was on the planet because this is a super secret jedi project....and anakin thinks he just rescued him from slavery, so it's not like he can just politely ask to be dropped back off roughly around the location he was picked up

and the longer they fly about the galaxy, the more obi-wan is hesitant to return at all. not that he has issues with the order or anything. not that he doesn't feel extremely uncomfortable lying to anakin about his past when anakin is being very kind and understanding and opening up about his own past as a slave....

but despite his duty to the order to return to that planet, despite the guilt he feels when he cannot be as honest with anakin as the smuggler is with him....he sorta...he sorta really likes the other man. he likes the type of freedom he's showing him. he likes the miniature missions they send themselves on. he especially likes the way he catches anakin looking at him sometimes from the pilot's seat, as if he's the biggest, most precious, most unexpected gift he has ever received

[beaft]

not to sound like a queer theory textbook, but i wish there were more options for exploring masculinity within lgbt spaces. i'm bored of "women and nonbinary people" and "femmes and thems" and "no men allowed". i know there's a broad social scene for gay men, but i don't fit into that as i still like girls and i only pass about 30% of the time. i just wish there was a way i could meet other queer and GNC men in a non-sexual setting (i.e. not grindr) and talk with them about things like what masculinity means from their perspective, how they express it, how they relate to other men, and most importantly what brands of razors they use, because i can't keep using shitty plastic disposables forever i just can't

[personishfive]

in which his life is like a video game