#bitchyjaeger

[notquiteblessed]

angie you're amazing at singing drawing and writing my girl u got it good

[animatronic-titan]

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Wait…WE CAN’T BOTH BE EACH OTHER'S SENPAIS.

SENPAICEPTION!!!

SEND ME A ♡ IF I’M YOUR SENPAI

[catharticleader]

Continuation of ask;;

        Since when did he become a confidant?

    He hated the way that people had begun to look up to him for no goddamn reason, and he had made it known, blowing up at Eren's remarks and letting the other know that he didn't want to hear about anyone's problems.

                He was selfish.

Who did he have to talk to? No one. Eren had Mikasa and Armin; surely they would love to hear what he had to say. It only angered him more that Eren had come to him, instead of those two, and now here he was antagonizing the other for it. And he was so damn vulnerable. The other hadn't done anything to warrant such a reaction. Misdirected anger boiled up inside him.

        "— Get yourself the fuck together, Jaeger.         We can't afford you thinking that way.     You're not making any sense."

[catharticleader]

[[ y e s he llo thANK YOU FOR THE FOLL OW THIS IS PRETTY LATE IM GOMEN Y E s but I really like your blog??? And wow!! Your roleplaying is really, really good??? I’m enjoying you on my dashboard oka y by e ]]

heaven almighty are you sure you didn’t send this to the wrong blog??/ ?This is not okay I am shit idek what I’m doing half the time tbh

Thank you so much, this has got to be the biggest compliment I’ve ever received ever, esp from such a good rper ; w ; I am not worthy //

[cxnduire]

♠ [[ I'M SORRY ]]

(( It’s okaY OMG I LOVE THIS I JSUT HOW COMPETE WITH YOUr AMAZINGNESS ))

Jean sat in his room and smiled quietly, going through his blog and humming ‘Happy’ under his breath. He was a little curious, because his dormmate, Eren, had been quiet for too long in his room. He was used to just… hearing him playing some loud music or talking to someone or whatever the guy did. 

The awkward silence kind of off-settling. He looked at his phone, noticing how his friend texted him with a ‘hey, change of plans, can’t take you with me to the mall, and well, it’s not even gonna be that fun since the girl’s are gonna be coming, so eh :( see you another time.’. He sighed and shrugged his shoulders, rubbing his arm and deciding, hey, he’ll tell Eren later.

Continuing to tick away at the keys, a few minutes passing and the house was still silent. Shit, what the hell was Eren doing? He was way to quiet. So he got up, sighing and pushing his laptop closed. Storming down the hall and to Eren’s room. Knocking a couple times and waiting for a response. Maybe he had his headphones on?

Slipping it open, Jean barked, “Hey, the hell are you doing, Eren-" He was immediately silenced at the sight of the oblivious brunet, staring in complete distraught. Finally screeching in embarrassment, "The fuck are you even doing?! You don’t just jack off with people home!”

[notquiteblessed]

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[cxnduire]

☢ [[ IM-- ]]

Apocalypse au. Isn’t this like a zombie thing okay bye lol ma  r co

“Oh God, oh my fucking God, I can’t do this…" Yes, he was prepared for this. He had been prepared if anything like this had happened. Idiots. Scientist trying to find a serum to help make ‘eternal’ life. Sure, it did work. But just like in all those damn stupid movies, it twisted and turned into the worst possible thing. People died of it, but they didn’t exactly die. 

Jean biked down the empty street, staring at the abandoned cars that were splattered with dried, brownish blood. It was so upsetting. Families were in those cars, couples, people who wanted to spent their lives normally. Who had things in their life. Jean hated this. How could they not be so fucking careful. Because of them, he had to shoot his own friend in the face. He watched as the life drained from his eyes, and he had to run as fast as he could out of there. No burial. No nothing. Just shot by his best friend and then left there to die. But he knew Marco wasn't dead. Just shooting him. It couldn’t have worked, Marco would soon be back.

Legs burning and lungs aching, Jean pedaled quickly, trying to find any survivors. No one so far. His backpack bounced against his lower back, filled with the ‘essentials’. A number of hand guns, bullets, a bat sticking out, food, antibiotics, and bandages. Necessary for any encounter with a living person, or even with an undead. But he hadn’t heard from anyone. He couldn’t stop crying. He was crying like a damned baby. All his friends so far were recorded as dead in his book. He gripped the bars tighter as he slammed into a bump in the road, the wheel catching and flipping him over the bars he had such a hold on. That resulted in him faceplanting and cutting up his cheek and neck, rolling against the road and laying there dumbly. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t think. 

“What am I still doing alive?”