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[text] to JEAN: okay[text] to JEAN: u have ten seconds to explain yourself before i show these to everyone

#brokenwingsjean #ask reply #this is assuming they were accidental ;w;#her reaction would be much different if they weren't

brokenwingsjean replied to your post:in a perfect world my mainverse here would be...

or bererejeanyumi

p oLY SHIPS ARE SO IMPORTANT ok but beruerejeanyumi would be so cute like ymir just

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#brokenwingsjean #Replies #watch as i get shit bc theyre all male tho

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you know what's better?

listening to this while reading it

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Tempering | MP AU

Some days the teasing was milder than others. Today Bertholdt had been somewhat lucky. So far, he'd just been bumped and called a 'st-st-stuttering loser.' He didn't stutter that badly, did he? He just wasn't comfortable speaking was all.... Unfortunately, that didn't seem to matter much. Taking a deep breath, he brushed himself off before continuing down that hallway with his head hung down a bit. Annie had been right. Bertholdt was probably too meek to stand up to the raucous and rowdy nature of so much of the Military Police Brigade. He would have asked her for advice but she made herself scarce frequently, understandably, or was with her squad. Advice wasn't really her strong suit anyway.

Without Reiner to hide behind, Bertholdt was easy pickings for the government-endorsed bullies that were 'just having a bit of fun.' He needed to start standing up for himself, but frankly speaking, he wasn't entirely sure how. Or, maybe he didn't need to. Playing the mouse on purpose would have also made him less suspicious so that in and of itself could have been an advantage in the long-run. It was just... miserable in the time-being and when his job was done, there wouldn't be any 'happy moments.' Reiner should have just stuck to the plan, not following the Scouting Legion on the off-chance that the Jäger boy was actually the Coordinate. That wasn't guaranteed and it wasn't worth the risks of changing the entire plan. Annie was already tailing them. Reiner didn't need to go there-- Then again, Bertholdt partially wondered if Reiner had merely... forgotten again what they were supposed to have been doing here within Humanity's walls.

Continuing down the hall, he turned into the mess area, already loud with the sounds of soldiers dining and fooling around. Bertholdt quietly collected his rations before slinking off to a corner by himself. It was typical for him to eat alone these days. Currently, he wasn't actually assigned to a squad as such yet, but truthfully, he hadn't gotten on that well with his last one. They didn't like how he didn't talk much or appreciate their 'games' so strings were pulled and suddenly 'indeterminate squad transfer.' Apparently being a 'killjoy' was enough of a reason to warrant a transfer. Hopefully soon he'd actually be put into a new one and maybe then he could actually have some semblance of social clout here among the soldiers. While he doubted it would be that easy, he could hope a little bit.

At least there were some people in the Military Police Brigade that he did know like Marco and Jean, along with a few others, but he didn't see them often. It wasn't too terribly bad, he reasoned, still somewhat slumped over his mildly questionable food.

Funny, Bertholdt thought, the din of the surrounding mess hall sort of fading from his notice. The Military Police Brigade was supposed to be full of luxuries. If this confusing, potentially non-food meal was a luxury, he didn't want to think about what the Scouting Legion and Garrison were given. It was only somewhat less suspect than the food they had been eating during their trainee days. Sighing, he poked at it before just eating it.

#Colossal mistake #brokenwingsjean #tempering

[SCREAMS AT YOUR POST ABOUT MARCO TALKING ABOUT HIS DEATH NOOOOOOOOOOOOO. THE ANGST]

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