[jurgone]

Join the Dieter Defense Unit you'll get a free sticker

[jurgone]

Dieter was not a vessel for Levis' "character development" please and thank

[ildemoneperfetto-deactivated201]

Give me challenging questions for character development.

[iffem]

shots fired in the beverage fandom

[dailyaskchallenge-blog]

Make my character cry with 5 words

[halfbloodedbeast-deactivated201]

When two muses have so much chemistry upon meeting and the ship's all like:

[saren-arterius-deactivated20131]

Put "Thwack!" in my inbox and my muse will respond to yours slapping their ass.

[jurgone]

[I can not believe i called my icons for jurgen jurglings]

[coeurcourageuxx]

  { ♚ };; — Nightmares were common. It was often that the soldiers experienced such things; for the mind to be free of the titans was impossible. They were always there; always lurking despite the effort to forget.

Light footsteps made their way down the hall, fatigue etched on the captain’s features before a noise caught his attention. A fearful scream— not one that he had heard so often in the battlefield, but rather one that his comrades had when they experienced the night terrors. Pausing for a brief moment, a quiet exhale escaped from parted lips. There were some who found comfort in the presence of other; some who simply needed isolation.

What this man preferred, Levi remained oblivious to. But there was no chance that sleep would come tonight— checking up on the other would only be what an ally would do. The faint sobs allowed him to locate the man, a hand gently knocking on the door, awaiting a response.

[jurgone]

Wiping his eyes rather roughly, the young boy attempted to calm himself, taking a shaky breath in, only to be wracked with sobs once more. Upon hearing the knock on the door, he froze and bit down on his lip to prevent any sobs to escape.

There was a moment of silence, before taking another shaky breath, managing a greeting. "H... Hello?" It took him a moment to get his bearings, and just as quickly lost them into some small whimpers, and his face seemed to dissolve into the sheets as he rested his forehead on his knees. "...Who is it...?" The words were stuck together and mumbled, and the boy doubted the person on the other side of the door could even hear the question.

While having preferred to not be bothered, it was a bit comforting to know someone took the time to stop and rap gently at his door.

[actualsolm]

????????

I swear to fucking god Solm and Carlo were reincarnated into Ivan and Dieter go od b ye wo rld

[regret-sung]

did u just use my comparison picture in ur post )) 

[jurgone]

[yes i dug through ur blog to find it i was too lazy to make my own]

[regret-sung]

huffs angrily i havE SOME W O RDS )) 

[jurgone]

[I can n ot believe that video]

[actualsolm]

????????

I swear to fucking god Solm and Carlo were reincarnated into Ivan and Dieter go od b ye wo rld

[regret-sung]

  "Oh, yeah, it’s rather icy today. Puddles have been freezing over and under the snow it’s almost impossible to see them—" He cut himself off, noticing he’d been rambling, and turned his eyes down and away. "Why wouldn’t I be okay? I didn’t fall down or anything. I must just be tired.” Dieter’s smile didn’t waver, though he took the end of his sleeve between his fingers and gave a little tug. 

[jurgone]

A skeptical expression passed over his face, and he pointed to his friends eye. "Well, if you were tired, the black ring would be under your eye, not all around it. Are you okay, though?..." With a slight sigh, he shook his head and tried to step around the subject, knowing full well someone had most likely landed a blow on his eye. Shaking his head, he attempted to offer a slight smile once more. "Where were you headed, anyway...?"

[jurgone]

Sleep was something that never came easy to him anymore, there was always some sort of interruption. As of late, night terrors plagued him and his sleep patterns, and despite the fact that he never recalled the terror or even waking up in the first place by morning, he always knew that it had happened. People would give him strange looks when he woke, ask him if he was 'okay', and he would simply reply 'what are you talking about'. It was another one of those nights. A light scream escaped from him, and he quickly broke down into incoherent words and sobbing. Sitting up sharply, he looked around the room in a mix of panic and fear, hardly satisfied with finding nothing around the dark room. Placing his head in his hands, he continued to sob, albeit a bit quieter than before.

[regret-sung]

  "Better late than never."

[jurgone]

"Very true, very true."

[inboxideas]

Your character has full access to all of my character's memories. Which memory does your character force my character to recall?

submitted by quitealovelywallflower.

[inboxideas]

Ask my character bizarre questions they couldn't possibly know the answer to and they'll give you their best guess.