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WHERE ARE YOU NOW?
WHO: eren jaeger and you, the dream intruder!
WHERE: the dream zone.
WHEN: july 3rd and beyond.
WHAT: you're in a dream.
WARNINGS: high chance of violence, gore, death, war, eating people, the whole attack on titan cw where canon memories are concerned!
I. CANON MEMORIES
[ you were talking to a very young eren, no more than ten, maybe someone else was hanging around them, and you might not really remember what you were talking about— a terrible sound cracks, the ground shakes, and just over the 50 meter wall, you see it: a titan. it kicks down the barrier between them, causing shattered boulders to rain down on the protected city and cause instant panic, granting hundreds of more titans access to shinganshina district. there’s screaming, running in every direction in sheer terror from the townspeople, some shriek to encounter bodies already crushed under flung debris. one of those kicked boulders lands in the direction of eren’s house, and all he does is make a run straight toward the danger, shouting one fearful shout: ]
Mom is still home!!
[ you’re alongside a younger looking eren and a handful of faces you can’t quite make out, uniformed and weaponized, all fifteen years old at most, dispatched to counteract the second titan attack against their walls in five years. there’s smoke, houses ablaze and sirens wailing to evacuate civilians. except for you— you’re here as back up.
things aren’t looking so good. there are titans everywhere, the middle guard is already backing up into the vanguard, and one of your new comrades says something gut wrenching: the advanced guard has already collapsed. what do you do? ]
[ your surroundings picture the early 1900s— you’re just outside an asylum of sorts where many men, physically and psychologically wounded, are being treated. nurses and doctors in white scurry left and right to tend to them, especially after a balding, elderly man in hysterics they call “mr. jaeger” has a fit, trying to usher him back inside for rest and medication.
other than that, it’s pretty quiet out here. a cripple with a leg amputation and patched eye sits on a bench just by the fence, taking in the sun and looking down quietly at a glove and baseball. he tosses it with one hand, and with the other, holds his crutch. ]
I wasn’t expecting visits. [ he says, trying to get your attention. ] Not from you.
[ you’re in a crowd.
you’re only one among the thousands of people gathered at this city’s center for a formal occasion. bleachers are raised, citizens are situated outside their windows to listen just above a cleared stage, lit like christmas, on it a single man speaking out to the public. his words, you can’t quite make out, distorted— but it’s something that chimes with the crowd. they cry, cheer for him, agree with his speech with applauses and heartfelt roars that hum with the air.
to the enemies on paradis, he bellows, earning one stretch of respected silence. this is a declaration of war—
as if programmed to the word war, the earth trembles, the building just behind the stage bursts from the ground upwards. the families outside their windows are crushed in the sudden split of brick and stone, the stage splinters to make way for the titan that explodes from the ground. it roars like a monstrosity, lifting its fist high and bringing it down against the rest of the stage— and right on the blond man.
what comes next is a rather terrifying sequence: the crowd is silent, struck with terror enough to lose their voices. the titan crushes the man in its fingers like snapping toothpicks, throws him into the air effortlessly, and swallows what remains of his mangled body whole in a single chomp. reality takes a hold of the city, and one after another, people begin to scream. they trample over each other to get out of the way, to run. some are already crushed or impaled by thrown pieces of rock, wood and metal, others are soon to be crushed as the titan prepares to land another devastating blow on the fleeing.
if there’s anyone who can help these people, it’s you. ]
II. ORIGINAL AU MEMORIES
eren gets his first mecha with his mother. you get to babysit? and listen to a very aggressive kid talk about why optimus prime is the true superhero, superman can bite me.
wanting him to go after medicine and secure his son’s success his way, eren’s father verbally battles with a young and bullheaded eren to change his mind about joining the air force, leading him to get kicked out of the house once he turns 18. eren storms out strong, but soon shows how much it hurt him.
characters will follow eren through a mashup of days of training at the air force. keep up, because you’re there as an air man, too. those will notice that eren starts out eager and happy, getting through basic training shenanigans all the way to the daily e-1 life before . . . slowly showing the opposite.
eren realizes his feelings for elliot a little too late, asking him to have dinner with him and finding out he had a casual date with another guy the same night. help him get his head back together as he cries on his mechas and probably on you. he’s very passionate!!!
eren argues with zackery fairweather about his really expensive mecha collection that are not toys?? guess what, you’re in zack’s place. welcome to hundreds and thousands of dollars spent on giant robot models.
A — why did they do this?; related to the new au, eren’s father is robbed and murdered, sending him into rageful mourning and various personal ways to deal with it. some of it is drumming, which is pretty impressive, other ways have to do with fighting you. does talking help? only when he’s run out of energy. this may or may not hurt.
B — enter melodic screaming; eren’s the lead singer of a hard rock/metal band called the titans and really wants to make a living out of this! in this au, both parents disapprove, earning him zero financial help and a kick out of the house.
C— i’m basically batman and dexter combined; eren’s father and mother both die in this au by criminal hands, turning the boy sour, rich and thirsty for justice. he goes after criminals on his own in gruesome ways and becomes a sought out killer himself. are you a friend, an enemy, or have you witnessed something?
D— i choose you; not pokémon au! lets go on a journey together, lets catch that legendary monster, etc etc, i’m here for character teams like it’s my life.
E— are we drift compatible?; i hope you didn’t think eren, once a mecha nerd, will not dream about piloting giant robots with you. let’s go fuck up some kaijus.
F— may the force be with you; we’re in SPACE, we’re on WORLD SAVING or WORLD DESTROYING missions!! comment and i will wildcard a crazy planet and our mission!
G— attack on shitposting; welcome to the attack on titan canon, you’re a soldier for the survey corps now. you’re also in a dark comedy sitcom.
if there is anything else you would like to do, whether it not be an option above or your choice on any regains (or even yours), hit me up with it!! it doesn’t have to be dream related either!! eren can be found frequently in the libraries, at the hospital or anywhere for martial arts/drumming! ✨
WHERE: the dream zone.
WHEN: july 3rd and beyond.
WHAT: you're in a dream.
WARNINGS: high chance of violence, gore, death, war, eating people, the whole attack on titan cw where canon memories are concerned!
YOU’RE IN A DREAM
you exist as if you were always here. you don’t know how you got here, you’re just here— not that that’s something people usually think when they’re dreaming. there’s no back door to leave, only paths that take you forward and beckon to do so, shrouded first by an open sky of hues and a seemingly endless blanket of grass. the colors you see are vibrant, more lively than they should normally look, and that itself could give you a jolt of energy. if you smell the breeze, it’s fresh and comfortably chilly, a mix of nature, of sea salt and of plantlife— it almost shouts to you about just how free you are, even if this isn’t really your head.
note that for option ii especially and a few specific prompts for option iii, i’ll be happy to write the starter for you! just comment with which prompt and i’ll start things off.
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note that for option ii especially and a few specific prompts for option iii, i’ll be happy to write the starter for you! just comment with which prompt and i’ll start things off.
you’re free to message me through journal pm,
Ａ) ＯＮ ＴＨＡＴ ＤＡＹ. . .
[ you were talking to a very young eren, no more than ten, maybe someone else was hanging around them, and you might not really remember what you were talking about— a terrible sound cracks, the ground shakes, and just over the 50 meter wall, you see it: a titan. it kicks down the barrier between them, causing shattered boulders to rain down on the protected city and cause instant panic, granting hundreds of more titans access to shinganshina district. there’s screaming, running in every direction in sheer terror from the townspeople, some shriek to encounter bodies already crushed under flung debris. one of those kicked boulders lands in the direction of eren’s house, and all he does is make a run straight toward the danger, shouting one fearful shout: ]
Mom is still home!!
Ｂ) ＷＥ’ＲＥ ＮＯＴ ＤＹＩＮＧ ＨＥＲＥ．
[ you’re alongside a younger looking eren and a handful of faces you can’t quite make out, uniformed and weaponized, all fifteen years old at most, dispatched to counteract the second titan attack against their walls in five years. there’s smoke, houses ablaze and sirens wailing to evacuate civilians. except for you— you’re here as back up.
things aren’t looking so good. there are titans everywhere, the middle guard is already backing up into the vanguard, and one of your new comrades says something gut wrenching: the advanced guard has already collapsed. what do you do? ]
Ｃ) ＩＳ ＴＨＡＴ ＦＲＯＭ Ａ ＦＡＭＩＬＹ ＭＥＭＢＥＲ?
[ your surroundings picture the early 1900s— you’re just outside an asylum of sorts where many men, physically and psychologically wounded, are being treated. nurses and doctors in white scurry left and right to tend to them, especially after a balding, elderly man in hysterics they call “mr. jaeger” has a fit, trying to usher him back inside for rest and medication.
other than that, it’s pretty quiet out here. a cripple with a leg amputation and patched eye sits on a bench just by the fence, taking in the sun and looking down quietly at a glove and baseball. he tosses it with one hand, and with the other, holds his crutch. ]
I wasn’t expecting visits. [ he says, trying to get your attention. ] Not from you.
Ｄ) ＴＨＩＳ ＩＳ Ａ ＤＥＣＬＡＲＡＴＩＯＮ ＯＦ ＷＡＲ.
[ you’re in a crowd.
you’re only one among the thousands of people gathered at this city’s center for a formal occasion. bleachers are raised, citizens are situated outside their windows to listen just above a cleared stage, lit like christmas, on it a single man speaking out to the public. his words, you can’t quite make out, distorted— but it’s something that chimes with the crowd. they cry, cheer for him, agree with his speech with applauses and heartfelt roars that hum with the air.
to the enemies on paradis, he bellows, earning one stretch of respected silence. this is a declaration of war—
as if programmed to the word war, the earth trembles, the building just behind the stage bursts from the ground upwards. the families outside their windows are crushed in the sudden split of brick and stone, the stage splinters to make way for the titan that explodes from the ground. it roars like a monstrosity, lifting its fist high and bringing it down against the rest of the stage— and right on the blond man.
what comes next is a rather terrifying sequence: the crowd is silent, struck with terror enough to lose their voices. the titan crushes the man in its fingers like snapping toothpicks, throws him into the air effortlessly, and swallows what remains of his mangled body whole in a single chomp. reality takes a hold of the city, and one after another, people begin to scream. they trample over each other to get out of the way, to run. some are already crushed or impaled by thrown pieces of rock, wood and metal, others are soon to be crushed as the titan prepares to land another devastating blow on the fleeing.
if there’s anyone who can help these people, it’s you. ]
Ａ) ＣＡＮ Ｉ ＨＡＶＥ ＩＴ
eren gets his first mecha with his mother. you get to babysit? and listen to a very aggressive kid talk about why optimus prime is the true superhero, superman can bite me.
Ｂ) ＹＯＵ ＤＯＮ’Ｔ ＫＮＯＷ ＷＨＡＴ’Ｓ ＢＥＳＴ ＦＯＲ ＭＥ
wanting him to go after medicine and secure his son’s success his way, eren’s father verbally battles with a young and bullheaded eren to change his mind about joining the air force, leading him to get kicked out of the house once he turns 18. eren storms out strong, but soon shows how much it hurt him.
Ｃ) ＴＨＥ ＡＩＲ ＦＯＲＣＥ
characters will follow eren through a mashup of days of training at the air force. keep up, because you’re there as an air man, too. those will notice that eren starts out eager and happy, getting through basic training shenanigans all the way to the daily e-1 life before . . . slowly showing the opposite.
Ｄ) ＹＯＵ ＤＯＮ’Ｔ ＫＮＯＷ ＷＨＹ ＢＵＴ ＹＯＵ’ＲＥ ＤＹＩＮＧ ＴＯ ＴＲＹ ＳＯ ＧＯ ＯＮ ＡＮＤ ＫＩＳＳ ＤＡ ＢＯＹ
eren realizes his feelings for elliot a little too late, asking him to have dinner with him and finding out he had a casual date with another guy the same night. help him get his head back together as he cries on his mechas and probably on you. he’s very passionate!!!
Ｅ) ＴＨＥＹ’ＲＥ ＮＯＴ ＴＯＹＳ
eren argues with zackery fairweather about his really expensive mecha collection that are not toys?? guess what, you’re in zack’s place. welcome to hundreds and thousands of dollars spent on giant robot models.
III. OTHER AUS
A — why did they do this?; related to the new au, eren’s father is robbed and murdered, sending him into rageful mourning and various personal ways to deal with it. some of it is drumming, which is pretty impressive, other ways have to do with fighting you. does talking help? only when he’s run out of energy. this may or may not hurt.
B — enter melodic screaming; eren’s the lead singer of a hard rock/metal band called the titans and really wants to make a living out of this! in this au, both parents disapprove, earning him zero financial help and a kick out of the house.
C— i’m basically batman and dexter combined; eren’s father and mother both die in this au by criminal hands, turning the boy sour, rich and thirsty for justice. he goes after criminals on his own in gruesome ways and becomes a sought out killer himself. are you a friend, an enemy, or have you witnessed something?
D— i choose you; not pokémon au! lets go on a journey together, lets catch that legendary monster, etc etc, i’m here for character teams like it’s my life.
E— are we drift compatible?; i hope you didn’t think eren, once a mecha nerd, will not dream about piloting giant robots with you. let’s go fuck up some kaijus.
F— may the force be with you; we’re in SPACE, we’re on WORLD SAVING or WORLD DESTROYING missions!! comment and i will wildcard a crazy planet and our mission!
G— attack on shitposting; welcome to the attack on titan canon, you’re a soldier for the survey corps now. you’re also in a dark comedy sitcom.
WILDCARD
if there is anything else you would like to do, whether it not be an option above or your choice on any regains (or even yours), hit me up with it!! it doesn’t have to be dream related either!! eren can be found frequently in the libraries, at the hospital or anywhere for martial arts/drumming! ✨
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When the boy went on his way, Amelia regarded the young man on the bench with more interest.]
I wouldn't have expected that from you. Krüger.
[Amelia was mindful not to use Eren's real name, adding the false one in pointedly.
But, distantly, there was a hint of approval in her voice. Not disparagement, or disdain. Such cunning was not what she would have thought of from Eren.]
Is it, now.
[Who were the sides in the war? Would it matter? One gouged eye for another, until the entire world was embroiled in chaos?]
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the streets begin to light up with celebration. food stalls, games for children, soldiers left and right. the people seem to be having more fun than one would believe when there is a war soon to happen. ]
When a wolf’s driven to a corner . . . You’d be surprised with what it could do. [ he signals for her to follow. it’d be nice to take a walk. ] It never surrenders. And why do we?
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The older woman stood when Eren did, following him with quiet steps. Lights had already appeared to light up the darkened streets; the promised war seemed like a very distant thing.]
"We"?
[It was a lightly pointed question, aimed at the fact that they--the two of them, specifically--were not quite so human.]
Humans with no ambition at all tend towards the spineless and fearful of change. A beast's fury will at least carry it forwards until it can't anymore. But not all beasts are quite what they seem.
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That’s something I know I’ve always been. [ a beast. a monster to those who hadn’t the same sort of ambition. soon enough, with children and parents alike running about and enjoying themselves with the festivities, eren soon brings them both to a stop at a wooden door, one that leads to a descent of stairs just under a taller apartment building. eren gives it a look up and down, once more taking in the size before he turns closer to her. ]
You should fly, Mrs. Wagner. [ he gives a slight bow of his head, out of respect. ] You’re not the one I want them to pay attention to.
[ a gentle word of warning, that indeed— the war is far closer than it felt like. it would be, literally, sitting under this city’s nose. ]
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What are you planning?
[If she answered that request in the most literal way possible, a dragon would hardly be a subtle spectacle.]
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Not that I’m the one who started it— but I’ll end it.
[ the stage from just beyond the building lights up, and a man begins to speak. amelia would feel something in her, like a clock ticking. a count down. she needed to reach higher ground faster than human legs could take her. ]
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The older woman closed her mouth, narrowing her eyes as she stared down into the dark. Eren's words brought her no comfort or reassurance, only a creeping feeling of dread. Like her very own Sword of Damocles.
She cast her gaze around; no one seemed to be paying much attention to her. Distant children following their parents, equally distant festivities. And this feeling, it hung on her like a too-heavy coat.
So Amelia shed it, along with her human shape. Her head shook, to rid it from cobwebs--light raced along her limbs, until a spined head rose above the street. Entombed by scales, that dreadful feeling didn't seem as bad. But it wasn't enough.
Her wings flicked out, beating down and chasing errant bits of dust into whirlwinds. Some of those far-away children marveled at it before their parents tugged them away. The dragon paid them no mind as her talons left the ground behind, like it was suddenly a distasteful thing. The sky was a greater sanctuary.]
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he hammers his fist down onto the stage under him, he crushes the man once speaking out under him palm, skewers the sorry body, and drops it into his maw.
he eats the man, and before the crowd can even begin to scream, before children and families could run for their lives, already lost— he throws his body upon them and the bleachers that once watched a show. getting back up, his destruction continues. he bellows into the night sky as he stomps onto stalls and aglomerating groups of people, he sweeps his arms across the earth and send hundreds to their deaths in seconds.
the streets are bloody and smells of death, and for a moment, he could only tip his head back, watch the gliding dragon flee in the sky, and cries out. it’s mourning. deep within the titan’s skin, there is a man that wishes he could be just as free. but, he’s not. this life was not meant for him to indulge in freedom. this life was to fight for it. ]