wearyeyedwarrior

[wearyeyedwarrior]

Dark!Bertholdt eh???

#it's basically my bertholdt blog lol

[wearyeyedwarrior]

"Well truth be told, since you're a titan, like myself -- you are considered a cannibal. Not that you haven't eaten as of now, but one day I'm sure you will." He laughed quietly, amused that he was able to so openly be honest with Eren right now. "I wonder who your first victim will be."

#he really wanted to suggest that eren would eat armin or mikasa because HES A DICK.

[wearyeyedwarrior]

"For all intents and purposes, you are."

#you're very welcome! #and the antagonizing is indeed a compliment! #bertl likes to harass your eren :D

[wearyeyedwarrior]

"I would, but this is my jail cell you've entered. You're not one for respecting someone's privacy, are you? Then again, I guess most things about you are public knowledge, so privacy's probably a bit of a foreign concept, hm?"

#you are my favorite eren #youre fun to antagonize and talk to #and you tag your ships C:

[wearyeyedwarrior]

"Sorry, that was Reiner's job, remember?"

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#I TOTALLY SENT THE WRONG GIF #I DIDNT MEAN TO SEND THE ONE WITH MISHA COLLINS #BUT THE ORIGINAL I THINK YOURE THE FUCKING ANTICHRIST GIF #AHHH BUT IT STILL WORKS #also i keep reblogging to the wrong blog.

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[Sudden, horrified screaming]

[wearyeyedwarrior]

"They're apparently a major security measure." Bertholdt said quietly as he roused himself out of his dreariness. He rubbed at his eyes with the back of his hand and stifled a yawn as he did so. "Of course," he informed his comrade. "It's the only thing they permit me to do without supervision. They let me paint, and draw and craft too, but they need to be watching me for that." He set his book aside and swung his feet around to the edge of his bed. "Once a week they even escort me to the library to get new books, they don't even censor the content." He spoke with a smile, as if pleased to know he wasn't being tortured on a daily basis. "It's not so bad." He was speaking like a victim who had grown fond of his captors.

At least that was the case until Bertholdt realized people were coming to his room to escort him away for more routine tests. Quickly, Bertholdt fussed around to pull on his shoes and switch out his current clothing for a set of somewhat older, somewhat dirtier articles of clothing so he might not get his nicer, newer clothes as messy. "S-Scientists!" He choked loudly, heart rattling loudly as he tried to make himself somewhat presentable. "I have testing, Reiner! They want to -- " Bertholdt wasn't able to complete his sentence as the doors flung open and two men entered the room, bearing shackles and weights. "He's talking to himself again." one of them murmured as they grabbed Bertholdt by the shoulders and pulled him towards the two of them and slammed the weighted wrist bands on to his arms. "Murderer and a lunatic, no surprise there." the other said. Bertholdt winced, but he was in no position to protest as the men shoved a large wad of cotton into his mouth -- seemingly a precaution to keep Bertholdt from biting his tongue and shifting. "Let's get him down there already, can't leave 'em waiting." And with a turn of his head, Bertholdt glanced back at Reiner with pleading eyes. Maybe he was begging for him to go. Or to follow. Who knows. But after a moment, Bertholdt's head was forced forwards as he was blindfolded and led down a few flights of stairs for this afternoons experiment.

"Break-away bricks." It was a comforting thought in theory, but Reiner doubted such an escape could be found in the prison cell of humanity’s greatest enemy. “You sure do read a lot,” he mused, a bit surprised and curious. The older had never taken much to leisurely reading but he supposed when one was locked away, they passed the time with whatever was available. 

A kick of his boot-clad foot scuffed at one of the bricks near the floor, the solid mass unmoving. Dare to dream, he supposed. He knew he’d done enough of it when he’d been trapped in his own piss-smelling rat infested cell. His surviving comrade’s sudden cry drew his attention away from the wall. Reiner glanced back over his shoulder, eyes narrowing. “What?”

He knew what. He just prayed that he was somehow wrong.

[wearyeyedwarrior]

Oh shit, I forgot to post it here too.

I am currently on hiatus between now and January 20th while I get accustomed to working again as well as working on some cosplays for an upcoming con. I am on skype (cupcakecatalyst) if you would like to add me.

All the details can be found on my ask-berik blog if you wanted to know more. Thanks folks!

[wearyeyedwarrior]

進撃ログ4 by きこり

#fallen spirit

[wearyeyedwarrior]

Poor kids.

You’d think they’d be more depressed or scarred for life, right?

#fallen king #fallen spirit

[wearyeyedwarrior]

I really need more drawings/whatever of traitors trio being hanji’s experiments

#fallen king #fallen spirit #fallen queen #saving grace

[wearyeyedwarrior]

somebody will have to stain their hands with blood 

#fallen spirit

[wearyeyedwarrior]

Jailbreak [Open]

Maybe it was a test. Maybe it was just a fluke. But Bertholdt’s door had been left open and there were no guards around to stop him. For a few minutes, he simply sat on his bed, craning his neck to peek into the hallway to see if anyone was coming. No one. But he was positive it had to be some sort of trap or a test or something of that sort. It was something to see if Bertholdt was as much of a threat as they thought he was. He waited a few minutes and then he took another peek. There was no one. No one coming. And the door was left wide open and he had an opening to escape. If he wanted to, Bertholdt could run. He could find gear, steal it and flee. He knew he could get out of here.

He had to be inconspicuous. He had to be stealthy and he had to be secretive. So he simply stood from his bed, and appeared as if he were pacing, antsy almost. Like he was waiting for something. Like a treatment that was overdue. Dusty green eyes scanned the cover of one of the books on his desk. That nonsense book about Theoretical Oceanography. Next to it was the small vial with bone fragments inside. One of Annie’s, one of Reiner’s and one of Ymir’s. They were his only personal possession other than his clothing.

Slender fingers closed around the vial and Bertholdt strode towards the door. His head peered out once more — no one. And without another moments hesitation.

He ran. He bolted away. And he ran.

He was making his escape.

#casually reblogs this in hopes someone will reply to it now

[wearyeyedwarrior]

Jailbreak [Open]

Maybe it was a test. Maybe it was just a fluke. But Bertholdt's door had been left open and there were no guards around to stop him. For a few minutes, he simply sat on his bed, craning his neck to peek into the hallway to see if anyone was coming. No one. But he was positive it had to be some sort of trap or a test or something of that sort. It was something to see if Bertholdt was as much of a threat as they thought he was. He waited a few minutes and then he took another peek. There was no one. No one coming. And the door was left wide open and he had an opening to escape. If he wanted to, Bertholdt could run. He could find gear, steal it and flee. He knew he could get out of here.

He had to be inconspicuous. He had to be stealthy and he had to be secretive. So he simply stood from his bed, and appeared as if he were pacing, antsy almost. Like he was waiting for something. Like a treatment that was overdue. Dusty green eyes scanned the cover of one of the books on his desk. That nonsense book about Theoretical Oceanography. Next to it was the small vial with bone fragments inside. One of Annie's, one of Reiner's and one of Ymir's. They were his only personal possession other than his clothing.

Slender fingers closed around the vial and Bertholdt strode towards the door. His head peered out once more -- no one. And without another moments hesitation.

He ran. He bolted away. And he ran.

He was making his escape.

#open/

[wearyeyedwarrior]

bertholdt could be tortured for information

bertholdt could be dehumanised as much as possible

bertholdt could hate himself far more than everybody else hates him

bertholdt could be publicly executed in a horrible way

bertholdt could die alone, hating himself and feeling worthless

and if you think i’m ready for any of that, you’re so so wrong

#hello this is the premise of this blog!!!

[wearyeyedwarrior]

". . ."

#open/

[wearyeyedwarrior]

And though Eren's hands were on his collar, pulling him to the bars of his cell, Bertholdt was laughing. Eren's rage was always a treat for him, and now he could actually express his amusement at the boys anger. "You're more like me than you realize, Eren." Bertholdt chuckled lowly. "You're a murderer too, you know." Bertholdt raised a hand and plucked Eren's fist from his collar, uttering a comment about how he'll wrinkle his shirt. "It may not be first hand, but by extension, you're still a murderer just the same." Bertholdt rolled his neck, cracking it as he finally pulled away from the edge of the cell, determining that Eren had had enough physical contact with him for the time being. "No, actually. I'm not the reason all of them are dead. It's the military's inability to protect them. Sure, I may be the very cause of what let those titans in, but I'm not the only one at fault. Tell me, did anyone try and rescue your mother before she was eaten? Or what about Mina? And Milius and Nack? Did you think to try and rescue them, they were your squad after all." A pause. "My god, you're more like Levi than I thought, sacrificing your squad to save your own ass, hm?" He paused, knowing now that now he was just going too far. "Oh good, you do know it's your fault. But if you're such a hero, Eren, why aren't you treated as such? Last I heard, the Military Police are still interested in skinning you alive."

Bertholdt then approached the bars again, and reached out, grabbing Eren by the collar as well, yanking him forward roughly, his lips pulled into a thin, sinister smirk. "Freedom or not, Eren. Once I'm gone, you'll be the one behind these bars, and what then? Will you be fighting for humanity still? Or will you show them the kind of sick monster you are as well?" His eyes narrowed, yet remained dark and eager to receive some response from the other. At any moment, someone would come along and try to sedate him and remove him from Eren, treating him like a beast. But he needed this one moment. "Why fight for humanity when they won't fight for you. To them, you're nothing more than a weapon. Just like me, Reiner and Annie were to our homes -- you're an object. Beneath recognition as a person."

     ”I am human!” Eren snapped, lunging forward and grabbing Bertholdt by the collar of his shirt. He leaned in close to the Shifter and lowered his voice, each word leaving his mouth in a snarl. “I’m not like you. I may be responsible for deaths, I may have done things that I can’t forgive myself for, but I am not a murderer.”

     The boy’s features twisted into a look of absolute hatred, his green eyes piercing Bertholdt’s. “Don’t ever place me in the same category as you,” he hissed. “You’re the reason my mother is dead. You’re the reason Mina, Millius, and Nack are dead. You’re the reason Marco is dead, the reason Petra, Auruo, Erd, and Gunter are dead.” Eren let go of Bertholdt, shoving him back hard. “It was my fault… I let them die… but despite that… it was your fault all along. You let them in. We may both be Shifters, but I’m not like you, Bertholdt. I’m not a traitor. I fight for humanity. I fight for freedom. You… You’re nothing but a rabid animal. And you’ll be put down like one.”

#wow im really sorry for aggressive creepy bertholdt #but i kinda like it