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[liberons]

⌜     (     STARTER  CALL     )    ▷▷                        ❛    FT.   PETRA   !      @patchtorn​   :

               ❛         ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒  𝑡ℎ𝑒  𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠           arrived   from    venterre    yet  ?    ❜

[prodigialis-blog1]

hey hange levi says you're his best friend :)

@patchtorn is a dirty traitor

     “aww, he said about about me?” the usual teasing tone, except then they seem to take in the full meaning of petra’s intel, and blink in surprise. 

     “wait -- for real? captain ‘i have never met a feeling’ levi said that? sober? under his own free will? was he sleep deprived to the point of delirium, because i’m pretty sure that’s happened before--”

     it seems, statistically, a very unlikely thing for levi to say -- but if he did, and petra’s usually a trustworthy source of information, then this is so something hange is going to hold him to for the rest of their life, however long that is. “best friend, huh? has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it -- i’m gonna start introducing myself as captain levi’s best friend from now on, think he’ll be cool with that?” 

     it’s hidden by the return of their playful smile, but make no mistake -- underneath it all, they’re touched. an admission of affection from levi is no small thing. levi’s always tolerated their shit, never dismissed their theories no matter how crazy they might seem, always listened to them. no matter how irritated he might act, he’s good to them, though he’d have every right to hate them for how much they’ve pestered him over the years. if he really does care enough to think of them this way, despite everything --

     -- well. that means something. in fact, it means a lot.

[castitatli-archived]

              late nights, as it turns out, are the best time of day when the artistic muse strikes for inspiration-- that, and it’s the only time of day where she has time to devote herself to it, as her task as a squad leader and a nurse take priority first. she’d made herself cozy in the mess hall long after most of the soldiers have made their way to bed and, with reports in one hand, her journal sized sketchbook in the other, sits herself toward the middle tables. 

              at this point, the paperwork is done, wanting to be ahead of schedule. she barely opens her sketchbook before deciding that tea would be a perfect companion and, humming to herself, makes her way to the kitchen. 

              however, when the pot of tea is ready, Laei barely makes it past the door frame when she sees that she’s no longer alone. the short strawberry blonde tresses are familiar, and she wonders if her new companion is just as restless as she is. quietly, she takes a few steps back, carefully grabbing another cup to match the one already in hand as she heads back out. footsteps are quiet, but she wishes to not startle the other, a grin on her face as she approaches her table once more. 

             ❝ And here I thought I’d be the only one awake tonight. ❞ a jest, light, a chuckle given as she sets the pot down carefully, followed by the cups. seating herself, she places one cup in front of her and, with the other, extends it to the girl.  ❝ Can I interest you in some tea? ❞

                                                @patchtorn

[choosingfreedom-a]

@patchtorn || hi haley love me

     losing members of his squad always leaves levi numb, a raw wound scabbed over, ugly but hidden. by all standards, he knows, he’s damn lucky. most squads lose members every expedition, half or most or all. levi’s squad is famous for surviving run after run. they’re the elite. they’re the envied. he’s only lost a handful of soldiers from his own squad in the couple of years that it’s existed. in the survey corps, that’s nothing.

     and yet. two soldiers at once. it’s been a long time since he’s lost two at once, and fuck if it doesn’t still hurt. 

     and now, of course, he has to deal with the looks. fuck mourning -- word gets around that the special ops squad is down to two members, and he gets barely a day before soldiers’ heads are turning his way as he passes, even more than usual. perking up like a dog with a scent. alert. hopeful. the name of the special ops squad is apparently, now, synonymous with elite, and, more importantly, with safety. get yourself in, and your chances of survival rise by hundreds of percent. 

     levi waits over a week to approach anyone about joining his squad, out of spite. marguerite and yasmin’s deaths weren’t opportunities for trigger-happy recruits to claw their way up the hierarchy. they were people. they were his people.

     in the end, though, he needs to give eld and gunther new soldiers to train with, start rebuilding their trust before the next expedition. and it isn’t a hard choice, this time -- he’s taken note of talented soldiers, and he isn’t so convinced of his squad’s near-immortality as everyone else seems to be that he doesn’t file away possible recruits when he sees them.

     he approaches petra ral first.

     she’s clever, she’s quick, and she’s skilled -- and, just as importantly, she works well with others; he’s seen her assists during expedition. he accosts her after breakfast, leaning against the wall, arms crossed, outside the mess hall, waiting for her exit.

     “oi. petra,” he says when he catches sight of her, pitching his voice above the general noise of soldiers dispersing. “c’mere.”

[theeldo]

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petra vc: we're doin this again huh

screechgate dlc: smooching edition

[ignaeflos-blog]

Petra

HEADCANONS  @patchtorn

i. Petra was present at Nina’s capture at trost & rode with her to mitras for the audience. She was shocked by her violence/savagery but was quick to see that she was acting out of desperation. Also I feel Petra has a knack for piercing through tough layers so once she learnt of her story, there was an unconscious decision/determination ? to get through to her.

ii. I think that Petra would be one of the few people who regularly thinks about how truly devastating Nina’s situation is, as in the idea of waking up to what is basically a shitstorm having just left another shitstorm & (bonus) everyone you’ve ever known or loved is dead. So she really does try to engage her & tries to make time for her (?) out of her busy schedule. And although she’d rather die than say, Nina is grateful.

iii. Petra reminds Nina A LOT, about a very close friend of hers from home - their mannerisms are scarily similar & tbh Nina doesn’t know what to do; it hurts but she just can’t bring herself to push her away completely so instead has maintains this gruff air of tolerance although they both know she’d be a little more lost than usual without Petra there .

iv. Since Nina had no other clothes than the sc uniform, Petra wasted no time in marching her down to the local village to get her an outfit. She picked out a dress but Nina flat out refused to touch it so they settled on some very thick jumpers and breeches

v. Petra’s tried more than once to turn Nina’s mind around about Levi but to no avail, although Nina was surprised to learn of her devotion (and subsequently had serious qualms about her ideals for a second). But it wasn’t entirely a lost cause, and to Petra’s satisfaction/relief she became less likely to be confrontational

[commxnderiisms-blog]

"Things aren’t the way they were before."

   Meme || Accepting || @patchtorn

                ❝ No they are not... ❞

     A thoughtful sigh passed the commander’s lips, mind wandering back to not long ago, when the wall was breached. Things certainly weren’t as they had been. The illusion of safety that the other branches, that the citizens, had fallen into? It was gone. Shattered. And as everyone tried to go back to their daily lives, he was certain he knew what was at the back of everyone’s mind. 

                                                  When will it happen again? 

     He paused for a moment longer before turning to look at Petra, expression grave, still partially lost in thought as he spoke. 

                                                         ❝ Do you have faith in humanity, Petra? ❞

[rancorve-blog]

      right fist clutched steadily against chest , hard `pon heart   &   ribs   —   left wrapped to small of back , emerald mantle wavering with gust of wind   &   freshly patched WINGS OF FREEDOM occupying olive tones .       stand tall ; back plank straight   &   a look of blank interest residing `pon marbled flesh .

         ❛   YMIR of the 104TH TRAINING CORPS , ma’am .   ❜       characteristics of sarcastic nature dropped in favour of a stoic   &   stern tone , appearance remained unwavering .          ❛   you wished to see me   ?   ❜

@patchtorn

[drxyse-blog]

@humanwrath

SP OOK

@patchtorn

*petra voice* BOO!

She totally jumps. It’s 2 AM and she’d been lured out into the streets by one of her friends and this behemoth and orange ambushed her.

[patchtorn]

i changed my icon there’s my effort for today

[prodigialis-blog1]

clings to hange. "hey"

@patchtorn​ || random cuteness? always accepting.

     –ah?

     they’re sitting on top of a low wall overlooking one of the training areas. below them, recruits are sparring, overseen by ness and his second. hange’s fiddling with a broken grip as they listen to the sounds of the training – it was abel’s, but it won’t fire right anymore. good thing it malfunctioned during training and not on an expedition, or he’d probably be titan food right about now.

     they think they can fix it, if they take it apart to see what’s interrupting the trigger system – but it also gives them a good opportunity to mess with its insides a bit. they keep wondering, every time they see levi and his reverse grip, if they can’t modify those triggers, make them easier to use no matter how you hold your blade. it’s gotta be pretty damn tough, operating it with a pinky instead of an index finger, and hange’s already modified levi’s grips to put less strain on his fingers, but it’s just an indication, isn’t it, that the whole system needs an overhaul–

     hands wrap around hange’s arm, halting that thought for the moment (or, at least, dimming it; in the back of their head they’re still pondering), and they glance up to see petra clinging to them, all bright hair and bright eyes. “heyyy, petra,” they grin, shifting over and patting the space beside them so she can sit down properly. they toss the grip slightly in front of them, then snatch it deftly out of the air. “hey, you ever wish your blades were more versatile? the trigger kind of gets in the way, right, forces you to hold it only one way? i’ve been wondering about that ever since levi joined, him and his weird reverse grip–” they grab petra’s hand, slipping her fingers into the holes in the grip. “would you change it, if you could?”

[wickedheir-a-blog]

“Did you really think this would ‘get better’ after we married?” ( from jo. i know, you love me )

         the words falling from the blonde’s lips rang with stinging echoes in his ears for several moments post delivery, and harry could feel his bottom lip quivering anxiously. they’d always had DISAGREEMENTS, and BUTTED HEADS, all throughout dating, as well as marriage. did he have hope for it getting “ better “ after they’d said their vows ? not sincerely. he knew himself for who he was at his worst ( which was often ), and was well aware of the fact that it was improbable for change to ever come to him. there’d always be TEMPTATION lapping in the backward recesses of his thoughts, that other women were more appealing, ESPECIALLY when they weren’t the ones nagging him about coming home late from work or forgetting to do laundry. one night stands had always felt more intricate to his interests than his own wife, which was a disgusting thing to admit, but he felt that joanna knew it as well by now. 

“ i hoped. “ HE DID, but for no good REASON. 

[choosingfreedom-a]

patchtorn replied to your post: superiorskill replied to your post: ...

/he’s/ your favorite? friendship cancelled :/

you were the favorite, petra. you were the favorite right up until you caused the Headache Of The Day

[theeldo]

@patchtorn liked for a starter 

Even after the frigid unpleasantness that is wintertime exercises, the most strenuous task, Eld has found, is getting the door closed. 

Perhaps it’s a matter of fatigue--being so close, a good three steps into the warmth of the castle walls, only for the icy winds to strain and struggle against all attempts to put them at bay. It’s enough to make a man cry, really. 

But Eld has no desire for a few tear-streaked icicles hanging from his chin. He shoves himself back against the door, willing begging for the damn thing to shut while his extremities are all accounted for. 

And then he sees a flash of auburn. 

Oh thank god. 

“Petra! Hey! A little help?”

[serpenthalf-moved-blog]

hey my loves ! so i hit my first milestone on here since i remade, & i am so grateful ! thank u all for supporting my annoying ass through all my many hiatuses on my old blog, me being not-great at responding to my ims, and my many ooc sh*tposts. i love having a safe space to write and express myself, especially through my lil soft baby juggy ! i’m gonna spam with my appreciation for people, and it’s probably gonna get long, so i’ll stick it under a cut:

THE CORE FOUR ( of my heart and it’s more than four but u get it )

@patchtorn haley, i don’t know what i would do without your constant support and love especially in the past few months that were really hard for me. you’ve been my best friend for going on 6 years now and i can’t possibly express my love for you. it’s because of you that i still feel encouraged to keep trying with my writing. i love you & ill come see u soon!

@angelictouchestm della, my love, my life, you always listen to my ramblings and aren’t tired of me somehow, you are so important to me and you were one of the first people i ever met on jug. i live for everything we plot and write and i look forward to many more <3

@prodigaldaughterr KELS!! i am so blessed that you are back, i missed u so much, you are living real life veronica lodge and my bougie queen that spends a buttload of coin on gym leggings. we stan. i love you forever. very important person.

@archieekins mell !! you’re an absolute doll and i missed you so much when i was away. i’ll support you always and you’re amazing inside and out, your writing is archie to a tee, and thank you for never giving up on me ! 

@swcctserpent / @fairriverdale chace, aussie friend, you’ll always have such a soft spot in my ♥, sorry for drunk texting u on dis.cord ( twice ), i appreciate you so much and i’m always here for u no matter what ! 

@killingsidney CJ!! we literally met like 3 days ago and i’d already die for u. listen our thread and plotting is going to be the death of us, and you’re so cool and fun and i love talking to u ! you’re wonderful! 

@investigirl listen i love you *SO MUCH* soraya, it’s crazy, from the bottom of my heart. you’re such a sweetie and i love your betty and your aesthetic and everything. 10/10, i love u. 

@rivervixened cara, your post abt supporting me coming out as n/b *literally* made me cry happy tears, and we need to write together finally after harassing each other with love on the dash this whole time. you are such a doll and i love u eternally. 

@leadsvixens listen i LOVE YOU so much, you’re such an angel and i appreciate you so much, we need to plot so i have an excuse to send u more love than i already do

more angels that i love that i’ve been too shy to talk to thus far:

@bloodinthvcut @c0kehead @clantern @graveyardiary @gingcrjudas @helterskelterd @ichornic @jailvengence @jugleads @lcvelettered @lodgeheir @lodgique @nocturnoxitinere @redjackettm @satansflirt @uniewaznic @witchweird and more i am probably forgetting

[commxnderiisms-blog]

“Pain changes people.”

Meme || Accepting || @patchtorn

              ❝ It does. ❞

     The words were soft, almost thoughtful as Erwin looked out of the window, across the town that they were sworn to protect, the people who’s lives rested in their hands... The citizens of the walls, lives that could be snuffed out at a moment’s notice. 

     Pain. It did change people, Petra was right. He was certain it had touched more lives than he knew, and would continue to do so as more lives were lost to this cruel world. He was certain pain had touched each of the people who served under him, as it was impossible to escape in the line of duty. His thoughts wandered to Levi, the pains the man had endured. One didn’t escape such loss without being changed, did they? 

        ❝ But it is human nature to overcome. To survive and thrive, despite the pain. ❞

     The words seemed to be spoken to Petra, but in all actuality they were more spoken to himself. A reminder, perhaps. Slowly, he turned to look at the other in the room, face as stoic as ever, but voice a touch softer. 

                                      ❝ Has pain changed you, Petra? ❞