very much not Christa

An RP/ASK blog. I don't do crossovers. I am iffy on smut, it depends on the character.

[chloereneeeee-blog]

How many altos does it take to screw in a lightbulb? None, they can’t get that high.

[attheballet]

How many sopranos does it take to screw in a lightbulb?

One, she holds it up and waits for the world to revolve around her.

[blossombombshells]

How many singers does it take to screw in a lightbulb?

Two. An alto to actually do it and a soprano to stand by and ask “isn’t that a little high for you?”

[lieutenantmkilla-blog]

u wanna fucking go

[neenya]

here for this fight

[the-cuddly-punk]

How do you know a soprano is at your door?

She can’t find the key and doesn’t know where to come in

[leonardotaku]

[christian-renz]

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[christian-renz]

I'm still here, still trying to get someone to rp with

[short-corporal-rivaille-archived]

He thought of the answer, playing it over and over in his head. “I see..”

Grey eyes gazed over to the window from far away. He assumed that no one thought of him as an ‘Easy to approach’ kind of guy. Because, really, no one did. Or as much as he thought at least..

"Well then, lets go tell Erwin, because the more time we take, the faster our lives will be lost. Right?" Levi turned back to the bandaged soldier for his response.

[christian-renz]

The boy nodded sharply, wincing as he did so, and trotted after the man.

As they headed for Erwin, he thought about what had happened. Everything felt so unreal, as if he was living in a storybook. There were memories of the future, but was he really from there? The notion that he replaced someone else concerned him as well. Where was the him he had replaced?

Stewing in his thoughts, he walked right into Rivaille.

[berylian]

Armin and nurse dresses take up a ridiculous portion of my drawins.

[christian-renz]

It's taken about 6 months but I've finally coloured this.

[christian-renz]

More shitty eremin doodles

[christian-renz]

I found out you can make the line tool look like the coloured pencil brush and had a fucking field day.

[christian-renz]

Edel kept talking about tall guys, and all I could think about were ginger boys and medic Edel and remembered that Tags was supposed to be a medic too.

The height gap is both beautiful and ridiculous.

[christian-renz]

I was going to shade my Lingerie armin picture, but then I realized how long it takes to shade (just this part right here took about and hour and 45 minutes) because I don't have a blend tool.

I feel like his left eye is too far up and left.

[christian-renz]

A drawing of Weissen Flugeln's character in one of my snk medic outfits because I noticed her character was a combat medic.

I'm still not sure one the outer jacket colour scheme, but I'll get it down eventually.

It's really bad and I'm really sorry, but I hope you like it ^ ^'

[christian-renz]

Are they reading their own manga?

[asianfaceguy]

Why’s armin wearing a hoodie

[christian-renz]

I am not alone

[christian-renz]

Have a crying baby Arm doodle because school starts tomorrow.

[christian-renz]

"Sir, Listen!" The boy half shouted as he reached out for the corporal.

He stopped himself, drew back slightly, and continued at a calmer tone.

"This may be something Hanji and even Erwin need to hear, but I’d like to tell you first." He drew in a deep breath and continued. "This sounds pessimistic and obvious almost, but in my future line we all die. We all fall to the titans: you, eren, the walls, we all fall down."

"And I have no reason to doubt that anything I can remember is fake or will not happen because I feel as if though I’m reliving everything already, albeit with side comments about my seeming to be different."

[short-corporal-rivaille-archived]

He froze as the blonde yelled at him for his attention.

He couldn’t come up with a response to all of this, until he recalled something the boy said. Turning around, he spoke in his usual tone, “Of all the people you could’ve told first, why was it me?”

[christian-renz]

The boy paused a moment, the question slamming through his head. Why the captain? Falling from his lips, the answer felt as natural as his breath:

"Because, sir, you handle events calmly. You rather listen to the speaker before drawing your opinions, and despite how you act, I feel that you are one of the easiest to approach"

[christian-renz]

Financially Fucked Fluff

There were bills out the wazoo that littered the table and floor, hiding yet more bills on top of perhaps one check. School, housing, food, all of it was hella expensive and took its toll on the full time working boy. He took a long swig from his coffee and ran a trembling hand through his hair, would today be the day he lost his house, his life, his everything? The unfairness of it all nearly made him cry, but he pulled a stiff upperlip as Edelweiss walked into the kitchen.

[weissen-flugeln]

"Hey…" She says softly, turning away from him only briefly to pour herself her own stiff cup of coffee. She sipped it and looked at Christian, noting the distressed look on her lover’s face. Quietly, Edel sits at the table, reaching across it to put her palm over his hand, feeling the warmth of his skin.

"What’s wrong…?"

[christian-renz]

Slim thumb and pointer pinch the bridge of his nose as he tilts his head back and sighs. A long, drawn out gush acting as if he intended to blow out the very troubles on his mind.

Thin arms trembled, his eyes jarred. A second sigh and he rested his hand on top of a paler one. Warm and smooth marble in a way that only flesh can imagine.

Slender lips curled upward in a comforting smile, thin hands grasping Edel's. A soft, gentle laugh with all the warmth of snow chains slipped his lips and he shook his head.

"Nothing, just... work"

[weissen-flugeln]

Clean-Up Crew

It was late in the evening when the woman arrived at the mansion. Edelweiss had been hired as a maid by the Renz family, to live in the lap of luxury in a mansion fit for a king.

She had heard the young master’s name was Christian, though she hadn’t met him yet. She stands awkwardly in the foyer, dressed in the black and white dress and hairpiece typical of a maid, her silver hair done up in a neat bun.

"…Christian? Master Christian, are you here?"

[christian-renz]

Rather caught up in his own activities, the boy hardly noticed the woman's calls. They seemed to him like the noise one thinks they hear in dead silence. He continued through his book, the tale of a princess locked away in a tower by the sea. A ghost of a smile: What is the sea?

Small, pale fingers leaf through the tome until the echoing question is deemed to be an existential item. With a traipsing heart he lowers the volume and peels away into the halls in search of the caller.

[weissen-flugeln]

Taking a Sick Day

[christian-renz]

"No, no’m. Everything is okay except for you”

He helped her ease off the jacket, hanging it neatly over a chair he began to make his way to a sink. Leaving with a concerned grin he quietly shut her door. “I’ll be just back’m”

[weissen-flugeln]

"It’s no problem, take your time…" She gave him a sick smile as he left, curling up in the bed. The comforters were warm and the pillow beneath her head, normally stiff and unforgiving, felt like a cloud with how ill she was. 

Reaching up, Edelweiss pulls her hair from its neat bun and lets her pale hair down to rest. Her arms cuddle beneath the blanket bunch it up towards her chin, covering every inch of her body except her burning head. She hoped he would be quick.

[christian-renz]

Carefully, as with porcelain, he carried the water back to his leader. The blonde found her wrapped up within a nest of her blanket, thin white strands peeking out the top and cascading down the sides of her pillow.

"I've got the water'm"

He wrung the towel of excess and placed it gently on her burning face, almost expecting the water to steam away from the heat.

"Is there anything else you'd like?"