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[--Slowly sits down for life.]
Marco uvu
Attraction level: 8/10Love for the Character: 10/10How much the character has grown on me: 10/10Badassness level: 7/10How upset I’d be/I am if the character got killed off: 45623432/10 i was in denial for a long ass timeYour blog: 10/10
[12:31:53 AM] Steph: what the fuck is that
[12:32:06 AM] נαωи-~: i dont know
[12:32:37 AM] נαωи-~: but riku just kinda looks at mickey just--
"Mickey what the fuck why didnt you come in through the door--mickey my window isnt a door--mickey no--mickey"
[12:33:00 AM] Steph: 'HEYA RIKU! NICE PLACE YOU GOT HERE, HA!'
[12:33:08 AM] Steph: never leaves
[12:33:16 AM] נαωи-~: 'LET'S BANG! HU HAH!'
[12:33:19 AM] Steph: OH MY GOD
[12:33:20 AM] Steph: JON
[12:33:36 AM] נαωи-~: have fun with that scorch in your mind thumbs up
[12:33:43 AM] Steph: IM LAGUHIGN O HARD
[12:33:44 AM] נαωи-~: cuz i /know/ you read that inh is voice
[12:33:46 AM] נαωи-~: pdfogfdg
[12:33:46 AM] Steph: I DID
[12:33:50 AM] Steph: AND I CANT ST OP LAGUHGIN
[12:33:58 AM] Steph: IM TRY ING TO BE QU IET ABOTU IT
[12:54:56 AM] נαωи-~: u ok now
[12:55:19 AM] Steph: no im still giggling
[12:55:48 AM] נαωи-~: "I'M GONNA' FUCK YOUR BRAINS OUT PAL! HU HAH!"
[12:56:03 AM] Steph: S SPTO LKSDF
[12:56:11 AM] נαωи-~: you're welcome
❝Jean.❞ A gentle nudge to the fellow trainee's shoulder follows a whisper, repeating the name with a slightly raised voice when getting no response. A snore greets him in return and with furrowed brows he shoves harder against the boy's arm. ❝Jean, wake /up/! We're going to be late!❞ There's a sleepy swat at his face in response and rather than give up, he opts to instead do what any good friend would do: pushes Jean off the top bunk of the bed, and down onto the floor.
☓| †*; Through haze of contented suspension between lucid dream and actual comprehension he had been only partially aware of grunts and nudges intended for his response. Exemplifying languor of someone vastly unacquainted with a soldiers routine, he had shrugged off enough of Marco's easy prodding to have agitated anyone to their impetuous lengths; yet were he fully awake it still would not have been anticipated via his cordial bunk mate. Of course he was afforded no time to anticipate any sort of nature as his crown cracked against the hardwood floor before his reflexes could wake him fully.
"Huh?"
Freshly woken and still so eloquent.
[8:57:21 PM] נαωи--яιкυ: if i were the conductor i'd just probably say some bs like "oh you need to put your electronics back here thank"
and then kick them out the plane 8I
[8:57:25 PM] נαωи--яιкυ: conductor
[8:57:26 PM] נαωи--яιкυ: wow
[8:57:27 PM] נαωи--яιкυ: pilot
[8:57:30 PM] Steph: THE FLYING TRAIN
[8:57:32 PM] נαωи--яιкυ: its not a flying train jon
[8:57:33 PM] נαωи--яιкυ: OISIDGF
[8:57:34 PM] Steph: TAKING YOU FROM PLACE TO PLACE
[8:57:37 PM] Steph: I AM LAUGHING SO AHRD
[8:57:44 PM] Steph: ALL ABOARD THOMAS THE PLANE ENGINE
[8:57:45 PM] נαωи--яιкυ: f U KCI NG HLLE [SPDFG
[8:57:57 PM] Steph: oh my god
[8:57:59 PM] Steph: fucking
[8:58:02 PM] Steph: JON AJKSLDF
❝--Huh?❞
☓☓| ✴
The nettle of wind through cracks in questionable foundations against his cheeks drew Jean's bed dressings subconsciously around him by equally reddened and cold-stiffened fingers. His thin frame left no extra flesh to store warmth of coursing blood and a chill penetrated shallowly to his bone yet heat did still keep the sheets from being as frigid as his fingertips. However, it's source, another party entirely.
† "Viens plus près, vous êtes chaud."
✄☂
Send ✄ for a PET PEEVE headcanon.
It’s never a good idea to immediately touch Aylen without any sort of positively standing relation to her. Despite her code of habitual civility, she refuses to stand for any kind of contact beyond her range of comfort and does not allow others to stand outside its perimeters. If other refuse to adhere to this ruling, it’s certain to assume her disdain be beyond simple irritation.
Send ☂ for a FOOD headcanon.
Despite appearing quite lightweight, Aylen can, surprisingly, take alcohol head on. Her recent affinity with the substance allows her to grow a hardy resistance. To actually intoxicate her would be bordering the safety regulations of poisoning and ensures one hell of a terrible morning after.
「兵 」; Reiner had kept himself nearly silent throughout the mindless endeavors of finding himself, seeming to be pushed aside from his path by a constant stream of others; mainly of his own brothers in arms. Yet, he dare not mock nor taunt them as he knew all too well the glory brought by defeat and the shame in victory. Or-- in his gnarled mind, at least -- how infinite plans for success seem to fall whenever near the mighty creature. His own bones more like that of others, constantly rejecting him with the tension brought upon by lacerating weaponry. Orbs of auriferous hues cast themselves upon the opposing being, dancing with all memories.
" Yes, did you need something?"