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"Morning, Sleeping Beauty."

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Honestly, he hadn’t recall how he was actually, for once, sleeping in a bed. Obviously, something was very wrong. 

The confrontation that something was indeed very wrong was a familiar voice that completely woke him up. Eyes opened and head turned tot he source of that voice. Finding out it was none other then someone he did know all too well.

Mikasa Ackerman

Levi just slowly sat up right on his side of the bed, as close as he could to the edge. Eyes never taken off the younger. He wasn’t freaked out per say, but he was indeed weird out by it all. For the biggest reason of, he had no idea in what context or how this even transpired.

Naturally, the raven male’s bluntness was clearly still intact in his system. His voice head the tone of a demand than a questioning tone.

“The fuck happen here.”

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It was obvious that Mikasa had been up for a while. Weird how the roles felt reversed. “Do you want me to start from the very beginning?” She asked glancing over at him as she stretched her arms up, “Or just the part where I had to drag you in here?”

She sounded amused, like this story was going to be hung over the older man’s head for a good while as her arms came down from the stretch. “Also if you’re concerned that something happened, it did not.” Mikasa was sitting on top of the blankets and it looked like that’s how she had fallen asleep with the blankets twisted at the bottom of the bed.

[lavellanoftherift]

Came for Lucanis

Stayed for Emmerich

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If you thought I couldn’t be more of a hermit…wait until Dragon Age drops. My husband is already prepared to get me snacks and make sure I sleep…and prepared for tears.

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This is my routine I’m alive shit.

Do I still rp? No.

Would I still? Maybe? I don’t know I haven’t been much into writing recently

I’m currently (im)patiently waiting for DA:V to let me scream into nothing and using my digging skills to help the husband find clues for the new Borderlands since he saw me write essentially a dissertation on what could happen in Dragon Age before everything dropped.

[justanotherflemethstan]

the scream I screamt

[aestum]

(by Kevin Mueller)

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Did I disappear? Yes.

Is this another hey I’m alive post? Yes, feel like that’s what I’m known for now.

✨Ta da✨

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He couldn’t deny that, no. He often forgot that not everyone knew who or even what he was. On top of that, it was wild she had so easily narrowed it down to him. He felt like he hadn’t made it obvious it was him, but this was only strengthening his belief that something powerful wasn’t IN the room. She was that thing he was sensing.

“Eh, it’s a long story. One I don’t even know if you’d believe if I told you.” He said, leaning himself up against the wall as he continued to stare right at her. He had no reason to fear, hell she probably couldn’t hurt him if she tried, but regardless, breaking eye contact at this moment would be a huge blunder on his own part.

“I think I’ve already started us on the wrong foot. I don’t need your skepticism getting in the way of an already outrageous sounding story. So why don’t we start things off with some small talk. My name is Eren. Who might you be?” He asked.

Maybe it was odd to have someone who clearly rifled through your things ask who you were. Most of the time if you showed that much interest in someone’s personal belongings, you had an idea on who they were. Eren was an increasingly odd case whenever he met someone new. This was gonna be fun to explain.

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He mulled it over for a few moments after she asked him how she was special. He wasn’t fully sure on that yet, but he was hoping to find out just exactly how it was she was unique. There was only so much he could tell about this power residing within her, so he’d at least explain a little bit of it to her. What he could.

“I’m not entirely sure yet. Whatever power you hold is dormant inside you, it hasn’t quite woken up yet.” He said, chewing his cheek for a moment as he thought. “It could be a multitude of things really. You could be superhuman once it wakes up, or it could be something completely different. We’ll work on that once you decide if this is for you.” He said, shrugging a bit.

“So let me inform my friend that you’ll be coming to speak with them.” He said, pulling out a phone and shooting a message to someone. He laid the phone on the table as he waited for a response.

“Have you ever seen the movie ‘Men in Black’?” He asked her. Maybe it was a random question to ask, but he had a reason for bringing up something so strange.

“I haven’t,” she answered furrowing her eyebrows. “But I know the concept of the movie.” Her mind was trying to think of the small clips she had seen of it on her phone. 

“Are you introducing me to an alien?” She didn’t sound scared only curious about it. Then she leaned closer to him ignoring his phone completely on the table. “Is it like one of the ones who wears human suits? Or like one with slime coming out of its skin for environmental protection?” She seemed excited now as she stared at him a giant smile cracking across her face. 

Her mind thought of different species of aliens that people had come up with over the years. Cow stealing ones. Probing ones. The ones from Mars Attacks! granted those ones still creeped her out a bit. 

Then more questions popped in her head. “Do I need to change before meeting them? I don’t want to offend them.” She was more talking to herself at that point. “Should I not comment on their scales or something?” 

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When he had leaned forward she looked at him. She was slightly intimidated by the stare, but she tried her best not to show it staring right back. Him not knowing what was in her mirror only produced a sigh from her. “I read in a book once that the mirror is an alternative world so it might just be visiting…it’s just the soulless stare that’s really unnerving.”

Hearing him say werewolves and vampires made her brows furrow a bit trying to figure out if he was being serious. But his blank stare only confirmed he was to her. She finally broke the stare down as she leaned back in her chair once more and stretched a bit not realizing how long they had to have been sitting there, only reveling in the small pops her back made in the stretch.

“So what you’re trying to tell me is that the reason you found me is because you want me to fight a werewolf?” The question made her laugh a bit. As it faded off, she lifted her arms over her head in another stretch. “Well things can’t get anymore weirder so I’m in.”

Did he want her to? Maybe not right now, she’d have to go through some intense training before he threw her onto the field. Then she’d need to be given her outfit and codename, and made to understand her purpose. There was only so much she would be able to tell people. He could introduce her to others if she wanted as well. Just all depends.

“I’m not asking you to fight something at this moment. There are things we need to do before that, but you seem to accept it as is.” He relayed, taking another drink and thinking. “You’ve got a couple options moving forward. We can go right now and you’ll be introduced to a life you never knew was possible, full of things that shouldn’t exist and a life where you could be called at any moment to go anywhere and fight anything.” He told her. Geez, laying it on a bit rough, wasn’t he.

“Or. I can take you to talk to someone who’s living the life already. Give you a chance to ask questions, learn what it’s like from someone who isn’t like me. You’re chat with Captain America, if you will.” He said. “Even though you said you’re in, until you go on your first outing, you can pull out whenever you want. Once you’re out there, even if it’s as secret as we can make it, you’re in it till the bitter end. Cause those things you’ll be hired to kill, will be hunting you, and trying to kill you too.” He said, his mood clearly somber as he spoke.

It was a hard life to step into, but one he ultimately thought was fulfilling to the right people.

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She chewed on the end of her straw thinking about her decision. It’d be smart to ask questions, but what if they were just lying to either get her to join or try to keep her out?

At this point she already felt she had to join just by knowing what was going on. He did say she could pull out until her first outing so that was a plus.

“So I got a stupid question,” she finally said releasing the now mangled straw. “Am I special in a way like I have powers I don’t know about or am I special just because you think I’m special?” Her eyebrow raised at him before leaning back into her seat again relaxing.

“But yeah I think it’d be nice to talk to someone doing it first, but how do I know I can trust what they’re telling me?”

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It took her a minute to think. She couldn’t recall anything at that exact moment so she only shook her head. `Her hand had a small death grip on her coffee as she took another sip. But she kept trying to think of anything. 

“Does seeing things in the mirrors count?” she asked looking at him again her eyebrows furrowing a bit. “Like when you think there’s someone behind you because you see it in the mirror but when you look no one’s there?” It was either what he was thinking or her lack of a sleep schedule. She felt like she had to explain it more so he didn’t just think she was crazy even though after everything that’s happened so far it’s probably the furthest thought for anyone. 

“It’s–it’s not like it’s a full human just standing, but like…” she had to keep stopping to think of the proper way to explain it. “…like that mirror you probably saw in the hallway beside my room. That’s usually where it happens. I’ll see like part of a face down the hall near where my shoes are and then when I look back there’s nothing there even when I go to that spot and check.” 

It was obvious it spooked her a bit as she put down her coffee finally and a shiver came out of her. Her eyes trained back onto the table trying to think of anything else, but was coming up short. 

Seeing something in the mirror could signify something. He wasn’t sure what it might be based on what she was explaining. Didn’t sound like anything he was aware of, but she was on track for something. He took a deep breath and leaned forward, folding his hands in front of him and staring right into her eyes, his gaze unreadable. It almost looked like he was searching her iris for something.

“I don’t know exactly what that may be. Something could be watching you, but wat their purpose or intention is, I don’t know. What I’m talking about is more like Demons. Vampires, werewolves. Skinwalkers, all that kinda shit. Folklore and fairy tales.” He stated, his demeanor hadn’t changed a bit. He was still leaned forward, still just as serious as ever.

“I don’t fight them myself, but I find those who are willing to fight them. A sort of protection force. Similar to what you said about the Avengers.” He explained, sitting back in his chair finally and taking another drink.

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When he had leaned forward she looked at him. She was slightly intimidated by the stare, but she tried her best not to show it staring right back. Him not knowing what was in her mirror only produced a sigh from her. “I read in a book once that the mirror is an alternative world so it might just be visiting…it’s just the soulless stare that’s really unnerving.”

Hearing him say werewolves and vampires made her brows furrow a bit trying to figure out if he was being serious. But his blank stare only confirmed he was to her. She finally broke the stare down as she leaned back in her chair once more and stretched a bit not realizing how long they had to have been sitting there, only reveling in the small pops her back made in the stretch.

“So what you’re trying to tell me is that the reason you found me is because you want me to fight a werewolf?” The question made her laugh a bit. As it faded off, she lifted her arms over her head in another stretch. “Well things can’t get anymore weirder so I’m in.”

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It’s been 0 days since I’ve had to yell at one of my bosses to get their shit together

[justanotherrpmeme]

Hurt starters

"I can't believe you would say something like that to me."

"I didn't mean it, I was just angry. I'm sorry."

"You know, sometimes your words cut deeper than you realize."

"I never intended to hurt you. I wish I could take it back."

"I thought I could trust you, but you betrayed me."

"I made a mistake, and I regret it. I hope you can forgive me."

"I feel so broken right now, like I don't even know who I am anymore."

"You're not the person I thought you were."

"I can't believe you would choose them over me."

"Your actions have caused me so much pain."

"I never wanted to hurt you. Is there anything I can do to make it right?"

"I thought we were in this together, but you've left me hanging."

"I've been going through my own struggles, and I'm sorry for not being there for you."

"I can't shake off this feeling of being constantly let down by you."

"I trusted you with my heart, and you broke it."

"I never meant to hurt you. Please give me a chance to make it right."

"You've wounded me deeply, and I don't know if I can forgive you."

"I understand the pain I've caused, and I'll do whatever it takes to earn your forgiveness."

"I feel so hurt and misunderstood."

"I need some time and space to heal."

[justanotherrpmeme]

Random Character Development Questions

If they had to pick a single word to describe this year so far, what would it be? Do they have something special that picks them up when they feel down? What is it? What’s the biggest wager they’ve ever made? What is the last thing that they totally overreacted to? What’s their opinion on naps? What do they find they spend a lot of time wondering about? What smell always brings back some type of memory? Do they have a bucket list? What are they currently juggling in their life? How difficult is it for them to try new things? What’s something that they believe that most other people don’t? Where was their secret hiding place as a child? What do they remember most about their first crush? Do they consider telling white lies to be okay? Is there anything that makes them far angrier than it should? What have they been thinking about lately that has kept them up at night? What is something that will instantly annoy them? What’s their plan for surviving a zombie invasion? What do they consider the best decision they’ve made thus far in their life? What’s most important to them about their work environment? What’s something that they never seem to get tired of doing? What’s their “famous person” story?

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I came home from work with dirt in my hair. I dont even know how that fucking happened, but my boss now knows I only want tower so I can leg press fridges to the next line. And so I can blast k-pop in peace.

[piecesofacrow-archive]

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He couldn’t deny that, no. He often forgot that not everyone knew who or even what he was. On top of that, it was wild she had so easily narrowed it down to him. He felt like he hadn’t made it obvious it was him, but this was only strengthening his belief that something powerful wasn’t IN the room. She was that thing he was sensing.

“Eh, it’s a long story. One I don’t even know if you’d believe if I told you.” He said, leaning himself up against the wall as he continued to stare right at her. He had no reason to fear, hell she probably couldn’t hurt him if she tried, but regardless, breaking eye contact at this moment would be a huge blunder on his own part.

“I think I’ve already started us on the wrong foot. I don’t need your skepticism getting in the way of an already outrageous sounding story. So why don’t we start things off with some small talk. My name is Eren. Who might you be?” He asked.

Maybe it was odd to have someone who clearly rifled through your things ask who you were. Most of the time if you showed that much interest in someone’s personal belongings, you had an idea on who they were. Eren was an increasingly odd case whenever he met someone new. This was gonna be fun to explain.

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Eren watched her closely. He felt like there was stress building within her non stop. The fact that she didn’t even seem to notice she was done drinking until the ice hit her lips. She was focused at least, and that he was certain of. What a trip it may be for her to realize he wasn’t omnipotent. He couldn’t always tell what was going on.

“Right. A lot of time passed. I spent a long time trying to find what my new purpose would be. To make a long, convoluted story short, I don’t want to mess around in universes I don’t belong. I can’t make decisions, or at least, I shouldn’t without permission from those who created said places.”He told her. “So I leave it in the hands of the people who live there, people such as yourself, or those with a strong desire to make a difference for good.” He explained.

“Funny you bring up the Avengers. It could easily be compared to what I do. Although, my version of ‘Cap’ isn’t a super soldier. He’s honestly just some guy.” He sat back and took another drink, wondering if he should go into further detail. Maybe a question would be better. “Have you ever encountered something you couldn’t explain? Other than myself that is.”

It took her a minute to think. She couldn’t recall anything at that exact moment so she only shook her head. `Her hand had a small death grip on her coffee as she took another sip. But she kept trying to think of anything. 

“Does seeing things in the mirrors count?” she asked looking at him again her eyebrows furrowing a bit. “Like when you think there’s someone behind you because you see it in the mirror but when you look no one’s there?” It was either what he was thinking or her lack of a sleep schedule. She felt like she had to explain it more so he didn’t just think she was crazy even though after everything that’s happened so far it’s probably the furthest thought for anyone. 

“It’s--it’s not like it’s a full human just standing, but like...” she had to keep stopping to think of the proper way to explain it. “...like that mirror you probably saw in the hallway beside my room. That’s usually where it happens. I’ll see like part of a face down the hall near where my shoes are and then when I look back there’s nothing there even when I go to that spot and check.” 

It was obvious it spooked her a bit as she put down her coffee finally and a shiver came out of her. Her eyes trained back onto the table trying to think of anything else, but was coming up short. 

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She had listened intently the only sound coming from her were small ‘hms’ and sips from her coffee. “So I’m not going to be meeting the Avengers…” she noted jokingly finally looking at him. “I was really hoping for that one on one with Cap.” 

“Ok, so did they know you were going to leave? Or did they just expect you to stay?” She was trying to process it all, but she knew it was going to take more time than this to do all of that. “Are they after you or something now? How long did you leave them?” 

Leaning back in her own seat she was still trying to process everything. “So what’s this have to do with me? Did I get created by them?” 

Meeting the Avengers? No, of course not, but it gave him an interesting parallel to his own squad of people he was forming. Could they be compared to the Avengers? Maybe. Perhaps he should introduce her to that concept and see how she reacts. For now he’d answer her questions.

“They had no idea I was going to leave. They thought I was their obedient little puppet. I was indeed their creation, I was expected to do as they asked and never ask questions. People who lead should never discourage their followers from asking questions.” He explained, thinking for a moment on her second question.

“As far as I know, there isn’t anyone after me. It’s been millions of years as I said, but that doesn’t mean they’ve forgotten about me. If they are after me, they won’t be coming themselves. They’d send something else after me.” That much he figured would be true. If they made him to dish out protection and justice, they’d make something else to hunt him. Although it would be much more obedient he was sure.

“You weren’t created by them. If you were, you wouldn’t exist in the world as you do now. This world is governed by it’s own Deity, I’m merely a guest.” He told her. “Now then, for what this has to do with you? Not much really, but I’ve got some more explaining before I get to that. So take some time to digest what I’ve said and I’ll go on.” He told her, taking another sip of his coffee and thanking the waiter once more as food was brought out.

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Mikasa relaxed more in her seat as she processed everything more. Her coffee slowly emptied before all she heard snapping her out of her thoughts was the slurping against ice.

Getting up, she got herself a refill not wanting to run the poor waiter ragged. It only took a minute before she was in her seat again.

So he was a deity that executed people. Then he left. No one he knew was coming after him which is what surprised her the most and she was just normal until he explains how she fits into the puzzle. Happy Thursday to her.

Finally setting her drink down on the table, she squirmed more down in her seat getting comfortable even though she looked like a moody teenager out with her parents to everyone else. Looking at Eren she only nodded at him, her mind still trying to absorb everything.

“Alright. Keep going.”

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He couldn’t deny that, no. He often forgot that not everyone knew who or even what he was. On top of that, it was wild she had so easily narrowed it down to him. He felt like he hadn’t made it obvious it was him, but this was only strengthening his belief that something powerful wasn’t IN the room. She was that thing he was sensing.

“Eh, it’s a long story. One I don’t even know if you’d believe if I told you.” He said, leaning himself up against the wall as he continued to stare right at her. He had no reason to fear, hell she probably couldn’t hurt him if she tried, but regardless, breaking eye contact at this moment would be a huge blunder on his own part.

“I think I’ve already started us on the wrong foot. I don’t need your skepticism getting in the way of an already outrageous sounding story. So why don’t we start things off with some small talk. My name is Eren. Who might you be?” He asked.

Maybe it was odd to have someone who clearly rifled through your things ask who you were. Most of the time if you showed that much interest in someone’s personal belongings, you had an idea on who they were. Eren was an increasingly odd case whenever he met someone new. This was gonna be fun to explain.

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Well that made it easier, allowing him to go off on his own and explain as he saw fit. Hearing her ask if he wanted anything, he figured he’d entertain the idea. He could survive without food and drink but that didn’t mean he enjoyed going without it. For him it was mostly about the taste of what was given to him. People made such wonderful things.

“Yeah I’ll eat something.” He said, waiting for their waiter to come by so he could order. Once he placed it he cracked his neck. “Well then, first of all, I’ll explain a bit about myself. And don’t worry about others hearing, to them it just sounds like we’re speaking a language they don’t know.” He told her, leaning forward and thanking their water for his coffee.

“So for starters, where I came from. I’m sure this will come as no surprise to you, but I’m not from this universe. In terms of how humans measure time, I’m much older than this place by Millions of years.” He started, taking a drink and leaning back casually in the seat.

“I was made by an entire pantheon of Gods and Goddesses where I come from. I was their magnum opus, their greatest creation. A guardian angel and a just executioner. Just for them at least. They made one mistake in creating me. They gave me a conscience. I left their rule and set out on my own.” He explained, pausing to let her process or ask questions now.

She had listened intently the only sound coming from her were small ‘hms’ and sips from her coffee. “So I’m not going to be meeting the Avengers...” she noted jokingly finally looking at him. “I was really hoping for that one on one with Cap.” 

“Ok, so did they know you were going to leave? Or did they just expect you to stay?” She was trying to process it all, but she knew it was going to take more time than this to do all of that. “Are they after you or something now? How long did you leave them?” 

Leaning back in her own seat she was still trying to process everything. “So what’s this have to do with me? Did I get created by them?”