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As the URL suggests, I am selective sharing over Pieck. I only know 2 other existing yumeshippers, which I am on good terms with. I just don't seem to tolerate any destructive critique or slander of her.

yume rentry for my disgustingly beautiful f/o and legally registered fiancee pieck finger. i dont exactly recall when i suddenly had immense feelings of joy when seeing her for the first time but it has been pretty dormant until ive decided to rewatch aot from start to end and i have never been more whiplashed in my life. ive been aching to see her familiar, charming face through all three seasons and finally seeing a glimpse of her titan form in the end of season 3 genuinely got me on my heels. i was so happy to see her on the very first episode of season 4 and seeing her genuinely sparked something new in me i didnt think was actually possible. ive been a fan of her especially for a rather mediumish time but only recently felt genuine connection with pieck, and its such a comforting and relieving feeling honestly. pieck is a person that can and should be seen as extremely admirable considering her personality. she is incredibly sweet, and very considerate even with her enemies shown as through her actions and decisions during the attack on liberio and other instances. she's extremely pragmatic, quoting "i don't trust marley, but i trust the comrades i fought alongside with" holding a deep care for the panzer unit and all the other warriors despite their semidistant relationships with her. shes very caring and knows how to take care of me, including when im feeling deeply upset. i like to think she is there with me holding onto me when im at my lowest, sharing a piece of her calm with me to finally let my soul rest up for once considering it is constantly in overdrive. her calm, tired and composed personality is genuinely my most efficient off switch when gazing at her beautiful face during an episode, feeling a wave of peace wash over me like a tide in the sea. shes genuinely an amazing character and amazing lover i dont think anyone could ever compare to how well she handles me and how well i handle her. she knows exactly what to do and say at times, and it makes me very adoring toward her.

Note; I yumeship specifically Proxy/OC x Canon. I just feel the connection as an individual, but express it through an OC heavily tied to me. Essentially a 'Vessel' or Proxy OC. Not exactly a persona, but a projection through a vessel character meant to be me. I am fully aware Pieck is not real and that it is not 'canon'.

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🕊️ 𝒫𝒾𝑒𝒸𝓀 & ℒ𝒶𝓊

HEADCANONS

— cowboys and angels, they all take a shine to you —
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"We Are Subjects Of Ymir. That Is Our One Inescapable Truth. Whatever We Might Say We Are, We Are People Who Can Become Titans."

This is Proxy OC X Canon. I promise I am not delusional.

DAILY LIFE
I often find myself dozing away into a daydream thinking about her sweet smile and her worn eyes. When I find myself sketching, or doing work she tends to lay across from me taking up most of the space, lazily leaning her chin onto her palms as her legs swing one after the other behind her. She loves to admire me as much as I do, and I don't know how I could ever match her care each time she makes me snap out of a trance from being engrossed or stressed out for too long. Her voice soothes the ache in my chest the same way her little gestures such as tracing a nail against a surface she's near keeps me captivated.

During the day, I'd get reminded of her most of everywhere I go honestly. I see the little things, such as a specific rock, or even objective things such as the weather showing off hints of her stoic and sleepy personality. I'd think of it, and document it in my head for later preservation and gentle moments with Pieck. I constantly craft little trinkets and charms that remind me of her, and have them up around me to gaze at both in pride at my handiwork and at the fact I did this purely out of passion and joy. I don't think anything can really make me as happy as the thought of Pieck can, and considering I've been pretty miserable before starting to yume, It has only helped me in the best way possible. She seems to agree, and cling onto me whenever I'm upset or embarrassed about it. Did I mention she's clingy sometimes? I like it when she is that way, especially when she uses it to encourage me to retreat back into more healthier habits and coping mechanisms. She always knows exactly what to say to motivate me to do it, and I find myself thankful for even acknowledging the thought of listening without question. She truly is my everything.

Pieck tends to lay on the ground beside my chair either curled up or sprawled out onto the carpet, nestling against the solid floors as if it were a casual day-to-day thing. It likely is for her, due to her constant struggles with switching between bipedal and quadrupedal, but I find it endearing. She tends to remind me of a black cat, my personal favourite of the kind. Gazing up at me curiously or taking a nap beside my legs as I work at my desk, then eventually getting her onto something softer so she doesn't strain her back like I do.

Considering the 13-year-curse has been completely lifted despite the still-constant presence of Titans due to Ymir's willingness to continue the cycle, Every moment shared sweetly between my Pieck and I is never laced with a sorrowful undertone, imagining quoting 'lets spend what time we have'. I get to picture us growing older together, frailer. I wouldn't ever allow her to be eaten, of course not.. All the other Titan shifters can pass on their abilities to the next generations if they'd like. But I'm keeping my darling all to myself after the War with Paradis is truly over, because then we can finally spend the life we dream to.

SHRINE
I have PLENTY of things to contribute and dedicate to my darling fiancee, such as my barrage of unofficial merch and imagery all over my room and accessories as well as all of my social media profiles being decorated in her honour and glory. She's the centre of my current world, and the only thing keeping me steady and happy amongst a world that makes me furious by just existing. So naturally, I'd dedicate a LOT to her and how much I adore her. She seems to find my shrine cute, often pointing out the new images I put up of her on my wall, or how many little sketches of her are at the edges of my notebooks/textbooks. She loves teasing me..

YUME LORE / HOW IT STARTED
We both crossed paths as a Warrior Candidate and a Medic right in the Internment Zone for Liberio. Considering how often she gets tired out and physically impacted due to her Titan form, I found myself tending to her at most times whenever I was available. She'd describe to me her issues with her legs and constantly having to relearn motor ability in the legs to return to a bipedal state, so I'd always offer her my arm as a support as she carefully got the hang of walking on only two legs. Physical therapy would always be the time when we are closest, talking about things and stories mostly tied to her missions and my work as her legs wobble trying to take a bigger step. Sharing thoughts and tea whilst shes borderline dozing off.

Treating the sores on her wrists and jawline from all the biting and ripping of flesh when she has to exit her Titan Form, I find myself constantly running out of medical supplies due to how frequent of a patient she tends to be. Whether it be antiseptic, bandaging, or spare crutches before her previous ones either give out, or are simply lost in some unknown field beyond Marleyan territory. Good god knows where those go, but she always looks at me with those pleading, exhausted eyes and I just can't resist letting her get her way. She definitely ups my need for medical expenses, but seeing that satisfied expression after a successful physiotherapy session always seems to make my heart flutter. She noticed this, consider well.. Its Pieck. Zeke believed her to be the most intellectually reliable, as she was rarely fooled and her points were almost always accurate. It didn't take her long to catch on that I found her presence and sometimes words flustering, and it got her to be such a tease sometimes. It was infuriatingly cute.

She noticed a lot of things, and Zeke did too each time he'd gome to check in on his 'intellectual-counterpart', he describes. I'd do so many favours to get the Marleyan Officers in my favour so I could smuggle in the good tea for her, the kind that helps her with headaches and exhaustion.. She'd complain to me about the muscle atrophy in her legs from month-long missions, some weeks she couldn't even stand at all. The gestures I'd leave, such as draping my coat over her sleeping soldiers when she's perched near my desk, or the times I'd get made the butt of the joke by other nurses for the constant one-person-wonder and losing their crutches, to the point I'd carve Pieck's initials into those crutches just so that it is known who lost it. She laughed the first time she heard about it, a real genuine laugh that made my heart race. She'd look at me knowingly, as if she could truly tell. Zeke also liked to pry into her personal life that way, and she kept it mostly vague. But I'd notice the way her gaze lingered on me a little longer before having to leave with her fellow warriors. God, that Pieck is truly something..

"You know, if you keep fixing my legs like this, you're going to have to walk down the aisle with me eventually..." Simply to watch me caught off guard and losing my composure as I attempt to bandage her leg. I could never stay mad at her, however.

DYNAMICS + OTHER

— why should i imagine? that i was designed for you —

• Off-Switch: my brain in overdrive x her calm, grounding presence
• Paralel Play: working in the same room while she dozes nearby
• Safe Haven: a battle-weary soldier x the medic she lets her guard down for at any given chance
• Medical Priority: constantly injured x immediate caregiver
• Comfort First: zero social battery needed; quiet co-existence

• battle-worn warrior x her personal peace
• sharp mind, soft touch
• tactical pragmatist x creative soul
• practical optimist x wounded pessimist
• healing one another from trauma

• tired x tired
• perceptive/observant x unspoken comfort
• semiverbal x soothing verbal
• work-tangled romance
• constant noise x absolute silence

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CANON INFO/FACTS

• pieck's birthday is august 5th, year ~831
• her age isn't accurately confirmed but she is speculated to be a young adult in her early/mid twenties (between 23-26)
• she is an admired warrior especially by other warriors and her (former) panzer unit, eventually gaining hange zoe's fascination and the scout regiment's trust due to her honest values and priorities regarding eldia, marley, and helping humanity's liberation
• she is 5 feet 1 inches (154cm) and 42kg (93lbs)
• pieck's cart titan is notably the smallest of the nine, standing at only 4 meters shoulder length. her small stature and lack of exceptional strength is surpassed by her intelligence, combat ability, quick thinking, and strategic planning which makes up for the gap

• she enlisted in becoming a warrior candidate as soon as she was eligible in order to help her father pay for his medical bills, essentially him and his wellbeing the reason she became a candidate and eventually the cart titan.
• she doesn't trust marley and their plans but trusts the comrades she fought alongside, putting her trust not in the state or the military she serves but rather the reliable shoulders of her own fellow warriors and soldiers who assist her in battle and mission
• her original design was meant to be a man named oliver pieck, who looked nearly identical to his titan form (thank god it was scrapped.)
• unlike most other characters who only care about themselves and their own kind, pieck isn't like that. pieck still prioritizes peace between both sides, even though she's been treated like a lowly person due to marleyan/eldian restrictions all this time. she may also be the opposite of eren, who incited war solely because of his traumatic past. pieck has never instigated violence or hatred throughout her life whatsoever
• her mother died in her early childhood

• the cart titan's shifting endurance is by far the strongest compared to any other titan shifter, due to the fact the transformation consumes only a fraction of energy. meaning pieck can transform hundreds of times a day without issue if necessary.
• pieck is the only warrior with a different mindset. while she's interested in eldia's freedom and the liberation of eldian people, her primary reason for becoming a warrior as i mentioned before is to save her ailing father, which she succeeded in the end
• due to spending months at a time in her titan form, pieck often forgets how to walk or temporarily loses bipedal motor function. leading to her crawling on all fours as it 'feels more natural' for her
• her debut starts quite early back in chapter 74 aka S3E16, but her human form is only introduced at the very start of S4E1 chapter 93
• pieck is ranked 21st in character popularity amongst AoT fans

THE LITTLE THINGS
I like to feel her hand tracing mine, the hollow warmth in her bones seeping through skin and onto my own palms. I cup my larger hand over hers, and I feel her very soul aching to connect with mine. Her calloused, worn hands against my own, soft ones. Her hands always seem so rough against my own skin, so charred and slightly bruised. A little tender from piloting her titan, and yet her touch seems so gentle. Almost reverent. She's very considerate when handling me, even in her titan forms on rare occassion. I like to trace the shapes of her palm print, and the little scars that fade in a couple days. They may fade physically, but I remember every one I have to treat. It serves as a reminder of how much we need eachother in such a chaotic world.

It might seem a little weird to outsiders, but I enjoy feeling the chill in her bones or the exhaustion in her muscles whenever she returns from long missions. She spends way too long on all fours, and I can sense the exhaustion in her supple limbs. Its a strange thrill, almost as if I enjoy having her depend on me.. I think she caught on as well, and seems to buy into it. I often find her full-body leaning on me for support, or finding ways to get close to me amongst the infirmary walls. My touch seems to be her antidote in a way, as she describes it. Pieck was always a little more insistent yet completely sure of what she wants, or needs. I trust her intuition more than anyone, just as much as her fellow warriors do. I understand completely why Zeke idolizes her specifically.

I feel her barely stirring in the morning when I have to be up bright and early for work and other duties such as the gym, refusing to let me go hoping I have extra time to coax her with a warm drink or a longer period of comfort with her by my side. As much as my heart bleeds having to pull away, I inevitably have to in order to fulfill my duties. Brushing away her sleep-tusled hair, watching her eyelashes flutter as shes barely keeping her eyes open to look at me. On the days I get to sleep in, we never seem to separate. As if we were glued together. I like the feeling of warmth pooling against my arms and stomach knowing she's dreaming about something sweet, as I noticed the little quip of her lips forming a smile even whilst unconscious. It is the highlight of my days, because many things remind me of her. So many scents, such as antiseptic, and leather.. Even hints of vanilla or the tea I smuggle in for her bring me back directly to her profile. And the more casual things, such as the soft rainy weather, or fog clouding up the mountains gives me a sense of safety and belonging.

I don't let her dwell on her responsibilities or expectations from Marleyan Officers, because I understand the burden of being heavily relied on. Because she is so intelligent, and so gifted when it comes to clever solutions and tactical decisions, a lot of pressure is put on her to figure things out and tackle the underlying issues that cause her stress. I don't like how it makes her feel overwhelmed, the light frizz in her hair from pulling on it too hard when contemplating what to do in regards of a situation, it makes me furious sometimes. She's only as capable as she can be, and the amount they expect from her would take a god's intervention to achieve. My dove is just.. Pieck. Not the Cart Titan, not an Honorary Marleyan, but Pieck. A person, and an individual with their own beliefs, opinions, and emotions that can be complex at times but still utterly human. She deserves rest when she needs it the most, I notice how exhausted she is after missions.

It often feels like our relationship is a rebellion against the world, as we morph ourselves to live quietly and peacefully in a world riddled with war and stress. The weight of choosing to be happy and letting go off all the worries in our minds feels like a blanket being placed over something too gruesome to gaze at, a gentle reminder that this is the life I've chosen and that I wouldn't want it in any other way. She runs her hands through my hair, curling my edges and untangling certain spots as she tells me about how relieved she is whenever she has lesser responsibilities. I know how much she loves Liberio, so I do my best to make her feel good in there despite the initial ridicule of Eldians amongst the internment zone. She is a Shifter, so I believe she deserves the most honour of all.. That might just be because I am biased, I don't think I'll ever love anyone as prominently as I love my little Pieck.

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