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[timidblondedreamer]

cave-cor​:

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“Oh? Does the notion of being related to me bother you that much?” He gazed down at the shorter blond, as if he was attempting to guilt him some way. Of course, he gave nothing outside of a neutral, somewhat stern expression. Erwin didn’t really mind it, he too felt a bit of annoyance when other’s couldn’t stop implying random nonsense.

“Very well. I’ll discuss it with those pestering you.” Erwin shifted back, rising from his seat.

The question catches him by surprise and so he scrambles to find the right words. “Not at all, sir. It’s quite the opposite, actually.” He stands stiffly in his spot inside the commander’s office, clenching his hands nervously from behind. “I just wish that there would be no misunderstandings regarding my relation to you.”

Nor does he want others to think he got himself enlisted because of a false connection with someone high in the ranks.

[bloodstainedhandsbertl-blog]

"Kid Again"

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A strange man stood before him. All Bertholdt wanted to do was run away, but something about the man, scared him, so much that he could not move. He had a commanding presence about him. Bertholdt let out a low, scared whine like sound, his green eyes shifting from side to side

[notadamnhorse-moved]

"Should we skip the movie tonight?"

"Skip the movie?" Jean repeated, mulling the question over in his head. "But I've been wanting to see this movie for a while... What makes you think we should skip it?" Fortunately, it was a rental and could always be watched the next day, but Jean really wanted to watch this movie. 

[dolphindere-blog-blog]

"I think I accidentally walked into a gay bar."

"Right.  --Accidentally."

[timidblondedreamer]

Your Wish Is My Command || cavecor

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Erwin slipped his hands around Armin’s waist, he had practically made a beeline for the boy when he saw him enter the room. He was tired from work, and glad to see Armin standing there. He was a little selfish, stopping Armin from whatever he was doing, and rested his chin on his shoulder. He nuzzled up against the place where Armin’s neck and shoulder met, and pressed his lips to the back of his neck. “Mhn.. I’m back.” He mumbled, a little tired.

The younger blond was still doing some last minute browsing through the vast bookshelves in the Erwin's office when he suddenly felt a familiar presence spooning him from behind. "I'd be careful if I were you," he smiled, letting go of the book he was about to pull out. "We wouldn't want any bad rumors spreading about the highly-esteemed Commander harassing an innocent soldier, do we now?"

A soft laugh before he shook his head in amusement. Nevertheless Armin let out a content sigh, shoulders drooping and even tipping his head slightly forward to allow his superior more access. "You sound stressed. Work?"

[lilbookwormarmin]

Dreamworld // closed // with cavecor

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The night couldn't have ended any earlier for Armin. He was tired of living in the real world, he hated the way his parents treated him and the way everyone else treated him. The boys body was covered in scars in the real world, many were his own and many were from his parents.

But none of that mattered when he went to bed. When Armin fell asleep he found himself in a different world every night. The levels of stress bringing an almost alternate reality to his dreams. He felt so real there, and tonights dream was no different.

When Armin's eyes opened in the dream world his toes were submerged into a large pool. He looked around before he leaned back and closed his eyes. "Ahh… So comfortable." The small blonde stretched a little, the scars on his arms were faded here and he felt so at peace with the world at this moment.

[der-wachhund]

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☺ - Do they prefer sour or sweet treats?

Mike prefers mildly sweet treats, but too sweet is no good, he’d rather a sour treat over something too sweet.

[silentbetrayal]

“Here Kitty Kitty”

Bertholdt’s eyebrows furrowed and he squirmed, his knees softly pressed into the mattress. This was a little confusing. He didn’t know who’s room he was in, but it smelled a little familiar. Maybe he had been in here a couple times to deliver papers. Erwin, Hanji or Levi’s? No, the sheets were a little more messy than Levi’s would be, and it didn’t smell as… bad a Hanji’s had. Erwin? He swallowed nervously, his jaw hurting from the feeling of a rope in his mouth. What in the world was going on. His eyes twitched under the strange fabric and he squirmed, whining out to try and see if he could speak.

Of course not.