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"I starve for balance unknown. If I am ever given a second chance at life, I want to be able to live for only myself. That was my sincere wish." Indie Roleplay and ask blog for Ymir. Selective. Multi-fandom friendly. Character will be adjusted according to crossovers. NSFW material like blood, gore, violence, and similar content is present. >Writing style is subject to change from conventional format to poetic prose. Tracking selfish-in-excess and selfishinexcess

[selfish-in-excess]

' that awful moment when you wake up ' - -

“Story of my life. Clutching this coffee like it’s my life line.”

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Dem thighs 

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Her gay heart

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❛ my whole life consists of wondering whether or not to make the bitchy comment ❜

      “Something tells me that the answer to that question is usually, ‘Yes.’ …”

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“If I didn’t know you better, I would’ve taken that as a bitchy comment.” Or was it? Ymir looks at her feet, brows furrowed in extreme internal debate.

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@askdorkypetra

She should have known not to push her luck. She seldom has luck. She’s out of fuel, she’s exhausted. She busted her right leg and has to continue to act as if it’s still injured and not miraculously better. She wants to beat her head against the nearest tree. Instead she slumps against it, breathes out mist from the early morning air, and uses the tip of her boot to kick the other’s heel.

“If you don’t get down you’re going to give us away. They’re moving.”

[wnq-writers]

My pain, became my strength.

aesham (via wnq-writers)

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|| Starter call, like this for one.

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|| Starter call, like this for one.

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        Though cold usually wasn’t Annie’s problem, didn’t provide discomfort or irritance at a certain situation like this, she had to admit that even this was making her feel more than uncomfortable, practically curled up in her own little corner of the small shelter. To think that she was stuck here, though, was annoying in itself but she knows that she’s going to have to get over the initial anger. 

Ymir was quiet, or at least quiet enough so that Annie doesn’t need to worry about her too much, but the fire that was slowly but surely starting to die down was definitely starting to worry her. If the only source of heat that they really had was the fire, and the fire went down — she wasn’t sure what else they could do. Body heat was a thing, but when they were both cold, what exactly was the point of doing that?

She takes a deep breath and looks towards Ymir as soon as she heard her speak, and she frowns deeply before she looks back to the fire. She knows they need more — but with the storm outside… She’s not sure if it’s a good idea if either of them leave. So, she simply settles for acknowledging the statement. “I know.”

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It was an obvious statement on her part, she realizes, but the simple statement, clipped and apathetic; it causes a callous scowl to consume her own features before she manages to correct it. She leans back away from the fire, dispassionate, and watches as the flames shrivel away into the burned remains of what little kindling they had desperately grabbed along the way. They need food, and water too. She vaguely remembers having an easier time surviving on her own than being cornered with the presence of another human being. She is not entirely sure if she should be lumping herself in with the race, but she steers away from that train of thought before she begins to dwell. It is not a matter that should swell up over thoughts of importance. Part of her wants to scoot over towards the other, and she reminds herself that the gesture would certainly not be as well received as it would be with another certain soldier. Ymir doesn’t entirely enjoy the way her mindset is progressing. It’s soft, and warm, whereas frigid coldness permeates from the other female, whose mere gaze freezes her own in place and shreds her breath with shards of ice. She meets the chilling attitude with fire; anger, irritation. She flaunts being upset because  the exasperation thaws her, emboldens her.

“That’s great. If you know, then you probably have come to the conclusion I did a while ago, that something needs to be done about it before we freeze to death, of all things. Put thought into a plan?”

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|| Why do rl blogs like a post specifically requesting for roleplay blogs  like pls

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"Yeah, but no-one really believes that. Come on, let's be honest."

For a moment, a bit of fear went through the blonde. What was the older female referring to again?…She probably would have known had she been actually paying attention instead of letting her mind wander in disinterest, but, what was done was done. Still, it wasn’t necessarily a topic she liked; Naturally, since she had plenty of lies and secrets hidden away. It was a horrible habit, she knew, but it wasn’t one she planned on giving up anytime soon. “….What?” Cille began, blinking at her slowly as she paused before shrugging. It wouldn’t do any good to panic over what was probably nothing. “ ‘Don’t have a clue what you’re talking about. I don’t have a reason to lie about anything.”

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Briefly, a dark look crossed her face as she listened to her tired squad member, obviously not necessarily liking what it was she was saying. Cille wasn’t a person to actually get angry , normally. Even when fighting, even before and after losing her family, she rarely got ‘angry ’. But it didn’t mean she was incapable of that emotion , though at the moment she was more annoyed than angry, and it was starting to show. The blonde wasn’t really a social person and tended to keep away from most , and because of that, got into the habit of talking to herself without even realizing it, muttering things quietly and audibly. This was coming back to bite her in the ass now, but she wasn’t willing to back down and apologize, stupid as it might have been to let her stubbornness take over now. “I told you, I don’t lie. And I said was true- I’m not going to die. ” Of course, she knew Ymir was right. But she didn’t /plan/ on dying, not anytime soon. She wouldn’t die here, by the greedy hands of the creatures who’d already taken plenty from her. She would die on her own terms.

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The words hit her precarious attitude in the right way. She sees self-assured words and contradictions. Denial and arrogance. She helps with words that benefit few which they are intended for. Hard truths and pessimism is what she offers. Ymir scrunches her nose a little, narrows her eyes, cocks her head. It puzzles her, and yet somehow it is all none too surprising. She knows little about the other female, but some form of distaste is etched into the vacant edges of her expression. She straightens the expression, dilutes it with water, trades irritation for complacent boredom, and leans in close towards the other. “Everyone. Lies. What makes you think you’re exempt from the facts of life? What’s your name?”

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❛ i don’t know what i’m doing with my life, but i know i’m doing it wrong ❜ ❛ i am so cute and bitter ❜ ❛ my life is one part ‘wait’ and another part ‘what’ ❜ ❛ my #1 talent is saying stupid things to people and immediately regretting it ❜ ❛ i love sleeping to avoid problems ❜ ❛ i hate myself a lot but i get offended when other people do ❜ ❛ i’m hungrier than the neopet i neglected for nine years ❜ ❛ hit me up if you wanna date a piece of shit ❜ ❛ we need some new and more powerful swears ❜ ❛ i get progressively uglier throughout the day ❜ ❛ i’m so miserable, but i laugh at everything ❜ ❛ i need something that is more than coffee, but less than cocaine ❜ ❛ just because you’re trash doesn’t mean you can’t do great things. it’s called garbage can, not garbage cannot. ❜ ❛ 90 out of 10 people agree that math is fucking lame ❜ ❛ if you think i’m ugly now, you should have seen me in 2009 ❜ ❛ 2010 me would literally be terrified of 2016 me and i love it ❜ ❛ i have a rare skin condition called close the fucking blinds ❜ ❛ hey babe, i made you this mixtape for valentines day. i don’t know many love songs, so it’s just uptown funk 18 times in a row. ❜ ❛ there are people who know me in real life who think i’m straight and that’s really funny to me ❜ ❛ i was cursed with expensive taste and a low budget ❜ ❛ yo dude i trusted you wtf the fuck? what the fuck?? what the fuck what the ❜ ❛ open flannel shirts and lingerie are the hottest thing and nobody can convince me otherwise ❜ ❛ i’m the weird dad, wine mom, vodka aunt, and gay emo cousin all in one person ❜ ❛ that awful moment when you wake up ❜ ❛ damn haha i’m going to have to deal with that sooner or later ❜ ❛ are we gonna fucking hold hands tonight or what bitch ❜ ❛ people our age have children what the hell i am a children ❜ ❛ i don’t like your clothes. take them off. ❜ ❛ why am i only motivated to sort my life out at 4 am? ❜ ❛ after i die, i’ll probably still complain ❜ ❛ people are so petty and then here i am, me, an angel ❜ ❛ if i don’t insult you daily, it means i don’t like you ❜ ❛ do something with your life that would make a 1950s straight white man angry ❜ ❛ i need to get laid… to rest. put me in a coffin. let my soul ascend. ❜ ❛ i’m trying to be a better person, but some people are testing me ❜ ❛ i’m overstressed and underfucked ❜ ❛ i can’t wait to be a piece of shit with a bachelors degree ❜ ❛ my emo phase never went away, it just aged like fine wine ❜ ❛ my whole life consists of wondering whether or not to make the bitchy comment ❜ ❛ i don’t have time for people who don’t believe in aliens ❜ ❛ the lack of cuddling i am experiencing right now is upsetting ❜ ❛ why do good concert tickets happen to bad people ❜ ❛ i can’t play hard to get i’m already hard to want ❜ ❛ i’m still pissed off about growing up ❜ ❛ if you listen carefully, you can hear me whisper ‘shut the fuck up’ at least once every five minutes ❜ ❛ when i die i want my heart donated to NASA so they can finally see what a black hole looks like up close ❜ ❛ single and ready to take a 20 hour nap ❜ ❛ write ‘nothing is set in stone’ on my grave as both a witty joke and a subtle warning that i will be back ❜ ❛ how do people even put up with me like i can’t even put up with me ❜ ❛ the opening riff to mr. brightside could literally raise me from the dead ❜ ❛ stale cinnamon roll, been in this world too long, too cynical  ❜ ❛ sorry, i’m poor. i can’t afford to pay attention ❜ ❛ aziz ansari’s voice in the back of my head faintly telling me to treat myself is going to be my downfall ❜ ❛ is it too late to wrap myself up like a baby and drop myself off on a billionaire’s doorstep? ❜ ❛ my neutral expression makes me look like i’m always in a bad mood which is convenient because it’s usually true ❜ ❛ i never run voluntarily so if you ever see me running you should start running too because something is coming ❜

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@sclitary​ The cold is raw. It seeps deep into her bones. The howling winds fill her lungs until she fears that they may burst. The sheets of ice that pound against the makeshift shelter are deafening; if she were to step outside, she’s sure she would be shredded and carried away into the smothering mist, dispersed, forgotten. She breathes hard against the smoldering embers of their dying fire, curls into the fur draped around her. She had avoided eye contact as long as possible, yet alas, she catches the frigid gaze of her comrade, and holds it. Her voice is dry and raspy and does not sound quite like her own. “We need more kindling and dry logs.”

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ascowlacrossdimensions said: [ im sorry. i work in the bakery at a walmart without security. ] || gasp have no fear, I will come be ur security

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psst what's ur job

|| Security guard at the second most god awful walmart in my citybut I’m bout to get promoted to flex officer so I can move around to hospitals and schools and whatever else

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|| Goin to work. If you want a short starter when I get back, like this