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[independent eren yeager rp. will rp with any fandom. mun is 18+, and nsfw material will be tagged.] #metraloas "history is written by the victors." and you're scared and you're sure that your spine will dissolve you will fall to the floor you will take what you need and the headaches will come but at least you can breathe there's the smoke fills your lungs we will wait for the day we'll rejoice when it comes

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[musical-infusion]

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[metraloas]

wiseman closed his mouth madman closed his fist young man shows his age judge man named it sin

frank ocean - wiseman

[ravezwart]

"…" The way he’d seemingly brushed off her statements like they were but mere trifling words… She couldn’t ignore the inkling of disappointment that nagged in her mind.

And yet, she couldn’t bring herself to express it either. There was no need to, after all.

"Eren—… … please be more careful."

… was all she had to say. That was all she asked for. Because even she was aware of it. So painfully aware. No matter what lengths she’d go to keep him safe… there really was only so much she could do within her own power.

[metraloas]

Her tone is what stops him from stomping off, throwing a careless comment over his shoulder, in practiced response. Instead, he furrows his brows, studying a spot on the floor, like a berated child. She sounds uneven, really. Desperate. And while her familiar stony indifference coats it well, he'd like to be able to say he knows Mikasa better than everyone seems to think.

"I'm always careful," he says, and it's a lie, but, it's effort.

"--You, too." It's spoken like an afterthought, although he does manage a quick lift of his eyes, aiming to showcase his overall seriousness before he glances askance. "Now, stop hounding me, already."

[brauspuds]

Watching him, curiously, she scooted closer to him, nudging him with her arm again. Her face was focused on his own, sensing very well that he was a big fat liar, because he wasn’t hiding it well at all. It’s almost like he wanted her to know exactly what was going on. Oh yes, she was very curious to find out.

"Please, that’s plenty of pauses in your sentences to be making a joke." She pretending to pout, wiping the mischievous smirk off her face, before placing her hands on her hips. "I’m not stupid, ya know.”

Her eyebrows raised inquisitively, and her fake pout wasn’t holding up well now, “So what did you do?”

[metraloas]

There was no hope left, for him. If there was a hell, this was it-- Forever condemned by his own inability to tell a single, sufficient lie to the girl predatorily waggling her eyebrows in his general direction. He had been caught.

"--Comedic timing," he tried, again, tone thick with tangible desperation. "You have to take pauses, you know. For it to make people laugh," he supplied, punctuating his words with a stiff nudge of his own.

Eren paused to smile awkwardly, leaving an uncomfortably empty silence, in case she was somehow fooled by his enormous failure. "Funny, right?"

[hundertsoldat]

The flustered attempt as Eren to explain himself had the girl confused but she simply sat through it, letting him continue to cut off his sentences rather then trying to speak up between them. Mikasa fiddled with her fingers as he finally managed to form a sentence. With a nod and a slight flush of her own she responded calmly. “Alright, I’ll continue to sit with you.”

[metraloas]

"--Good," he replied suddenly, releasing a huff of annoyance (directed more towards himself, than at Mikasa). He vouched to remain silent, then, figuring he had embarrassed himself enough for today. Instead, Eren lifted his head, face still expressing an inexplicable amount of childish frustration. "...Thanks."

[metraloas]

You are fine when in harmony but changeable when in discord, because many of your best qualities are then reversed. You are entertaining but may be impulsive. Freedom is a necessity, and you find it difficult to settle down. Your versatility results in many changes, and often brings travel. Your fine intellect is capable of high honors if applied seriously. You are capable of inspired thinking applied to material things. You can be restless, changeable, and very sexy. You have an eventful, exciting life. You are versatile and have the ability to learn easily.

You find the best contentment in life when you own your own home and provide well for your family and loved ones. You have a great sense of responsibility and duty. You are comforting, appreciative and affectionate. Your obligation in life is to hold justice and truth, and if you follow the Law, you can find the great happiness and satisfaction.

[happyds]

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[ravezwart]

"Because a certain someone can’t seem to keep his nose out of trouble for his own sake."

"Even if he could… I’d still do what I can to keep him out of harm’s way. If I can, I will.”

[metraloas]

...He can't quite argue that.

He opens his mouth, and finds himself shutting it cluelessly only moments after. "Whatever," he settles on, speaking in a mutter.

[cynicalacolyte]

Raven tresses fall before her with a canting of her head, casting a sardonic expression upon him. She finds it difficult to believe that he, a boy of such impetuous temperament, can prepare something that requires such ginger, patient steps. Although she isn’t one to underestimate another, and thus she offers a placid nod whilst attempting to dismiss the knotting sensation afflicting her abdominal region. That diffident sharpening of his eyes aren’t wasted on Mikasa, though, and she takes note accordingly. Once his hand is presented, she reaches out and pinches the end of his sleeve, kneading the fabric betwixt two slender digits. A quiet nod follows and she draws herself closer to him, just barely wincing at the reemerging discomfort.

[metraloas]

He can't make tea. Not well, at least. But he refuses to let Mikasa become aware of that irritating little fact. She worries herself nearly to death for his own sake, and while it does more often than not go casually unappreciated-- Instilled in him is a consistent necessity to somehow attempt to repay her. While he can't quite make a brew to save his life, his ego is far too large to even consider asking for help. It's only when they arrive in the kitchen that he glances expectantly at her, soon gesturing with his chin to a nearby chair. And then, he stands there, in the center of the room, cluelessly wondering where everything is located, while also attempting to look impossibly confident.

[cynicalacolyte]

Envy is a detrimental emotion that she finds difficult to comprehend. Although it’s not yet been experienced first-hand, she acknowledges it’s existence as well as the way it could negatively effect various scenarios. Methodical and thoroughly strategic in this emotional battlefield, she always seeks an answer beyond superficial reason — an approach that cannot be equated to standard warfare. Perhaps it’s why she’s so numb to her heart’s sway under most situations. "Are you jealous?" A question applied without pressure nor accusation, though bleeding such detached curiosity.

[metraloas]

His immediate reaction is confusion. Then anger. Then, some strange mishmash of nonsensical mumblings come tumbling from his lips, completing the look of a teenage boy caught in the act. “No,” he retorts quickly, tone mangled with utter condescension. “I’m not—” He pauses, gesticulating helplessly for an explanation he can’t manage to come up with himself. “No,” he repeats. “I’m just saying, okay?” Eren might not be completely sure what he’s saying— But he knows he’s saying something. “He might distract you, or whatever.” Terrible, terrible lie. Mikasa isn't the sort of person to let something as insignificant as a man giving her his leftover sweets distract her during any missions. “If he tries anything, next time, tell him you get dessert from someone else,” he says seriously, meeting her eyes as he speaks.

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[metraloas]

i'm the new blue-blood i'm the great white hope i'm the new blue-blood

the national - mr. november

[hanpetos]

GO GIRLS

[brauspuds]

"You just said th-…" Her eyes widened and she grinned at him with a hint of mischief. "You did do something, didn’t you?” There was plenty of enunciation on certain words to emphasize her point to the poor bugger.

Leaning into him, she nudged him with her arm and gave him a knowing look, “Ye’ can tell me all ‘bout it.”

[metraloas]

The fuck? He fucked up. He fucked up. He fuck-- "No, I didn't," he rushed, words so close together it slipped as a mere mumbled breath from between his lips. How he had already managed to ruin his ingenious plan managed to befuddle even him, at this point. Instead of what was, only minutes ago, a painfully confident young man standing before Sasha-- Left behind was the hollow shell of a boy who had failed.

He pressed his lips together at the nudge, giving a quick shake of his head. "No, no, no," he said, forcing a stiff laugh. "I was just, uh-- Making a joke." Good save, Eren. Good save.

[hundertsoldat]

Even if she knew, because of his tone, that the worst were meant with no offense she wasn’t sure how she was supposed to respond. She could always sit with others if it was what he wanted, it wasn’t that she was unable to socialize. Mikasa simply always sat with the two since they were like a trio. “Would you..prefer I didn’t?”

[metraloas]

"--That's not what I said," he replied abruptly, huffing in frustration as he directed his attention down to the table. "I didn't mean..." He trailed off, finding himself unable to eloquently complete that thought. Eren didn't want her to sit elsewhere. Not really, at least. Was this some sort of sign that he should never attempt to be somewhat conversational, ever again? "Never mind," he grumbled, face flushing in embarrassment. "Don't sit anywhere else."

[cynicalacolyte]

"I-I’m not sure?" She stammers out, a bit surprised by his seemingly miffed reaction. "…Someone treated me to dessert. He seemed awfully insistent." It hadn’t been anyone of note, actually, just a man that graduated a year prior to themselves.

[metraloas]

"That's stupid," he grumbles, only distantly aware of how impossibly immature he manages to sound. He tries not to let his mind wander at the variety of different possible men who could have done such a thing, and inevitably ends up failing, head stuttering over imaginary men with curled fingernails and strange faces. "--Don't let him do that, anymore," he blurts.

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"it’s just a scarf. i’ll wrap it around you as many times as you want."

[cynicalacolyte]

"How do you know when someone’s flirting?"

[metraloas]

"...Who's flirting with you?"