☯︎⚣︎ 𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖊𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖘 *ೃ༄
ˏˋ ˢʰⁱⁿᵍᵉᵏⁱ ⁿᵒ ᵏʸᵒʲⁱⁿ⠀⠀♡⠀⠀ᵐᵃˡᵉ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ ˊˎ
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ HATRED MIGHT JUST BE THAT ONE SPECIAL INGREDIENT THAT BREATHED LIFE BACK INTO Y/N MAGNOLIA'S LIFELESS SOUL. upon reaching his adulthood, all the bloodshed and pa...
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STUDY FIRST BESTIES !!
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y/n - your name l/n - last name
(WARNING: disturbing thoughts, hints of a mental illness )
THAT FATEFUL DAY, IN THE CITY OF SHIGANSHINA, HUMANITY WAS REMINDED OF THE GRIM FATE THEY ALL SHARED.
y/n woke up that day without a care in the world. the sun was already up and shining up in the sky, meaning it was around afternoon, the time when y/n usually woke up. as usual, he woke up on one side of erwin's bed, the other side being completely cold and vacant, as if no one was ever there.
but as y/n took a slight whiff, he noticed that there was still slight traces of his commander's scent embedded onto the bedsheets.
y/n left the comfort of the bed and entered the bathroom, the first thing he saw was his reflection. his skin was paler than ever, his eyes had deep bags underneath, and his eyes that were once full of life and mischief were slowly dying out.
he grazed a hand over his cheek and felt his cheekbone. he was getting skinny again, or maybe it was just his face. his body was fit and defined, even more so than before. his body had muscles in all the right places, but it wasn't particularly standing out, it just matched his body.
sighing, y/n washed his face over at the sink. his h/c hair had gotten longer as well, to the point where it rested against the counter as he hunched over ever so slightly to splash water onto his face.
y/n looked up, his face even closer to the mirror than earlier. he still had a pretty face just like before, and you would barely even know he was in his late 20's, except now... it had an ugly scar running up from the right side of his face, starting from his jawline, and just barely grazing underneath his eye.
"well, good morning sleeping beauty."
y/n blinked. he closed his eyelids for a brief moment before his eyes fluttered open, revealing his sullen e/c eyes. standing behind him was a shadowy figure. tall, a little skinny, wearing a bloody, button-up dress shirt with brown slacks. he wore a worn-down fedora, that did the job of hiding his upper face very well.
