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[katarone]

If I were to write a story about a bunch of pumpkin-headed knife-wielding child murderers and a boy that gets caught up in everything would anyone read it?  It’s got a pretty black undead ballerina and a sadistic pumpkin Imolla man in it too.

[katarone]

I Hate Finals

Oh finals You beckon a fresh start The hope for a new year Yet your tendrils grasp me with the strength of a hundred men Pulling me back Toward the sweet release of death And cold silence From which I shall never return

Please  Let me be free

;o

[katarone]

If It Were Only Just a Dream

I wrote a short, serious fanfic this time instead of that piece of work from earlier.  Read here!

[katarone]

0 Days, 0 Minutes

Here it is.  A collaboration between me and the wonderful nire55.  A work that shall live on throughout the generations.

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[katarone]

They stood there.  Not close, but not far away.  Truly, they had been through a lot in those days.  Time had passed, making them grow older and wiser, but their feelings had not changed.  The two looked at each other with hearts warm and full of hope.  Winter took hold of Summer's hand. "Well, what now?"

[katarone]

So by the request of orodia-pixie this is getting "posted to the world."  The part in regular type font is the original part of the story, and the italics is what was added as a joke (kill me):

Suddenly the colonel snapped out of his train of thought.  His eyes focused to see a man standing in front of him.  Tall…Long brown hair…Dark eyes.  His mind took a moment longer to regain itself.  Ah.  Lygari.  He ran his eyes up and down the man’s body with sudden interest.  He just over six feet tall, taller than the colonel and his toned yet slim muscle showed through his uniform.  The curvature of his body left the colonel’s eyes lingering on it with longing.  He had never seen a man like that in his lifetime.  He knew he had to have him.  The man noticed his glance and smiled.  “Colonel would you like to come with me?” he bent down and whispered in his ear.  The colonel smiled back, his eyes full of lust and nodded.  As the soldier turned and walked toward the forest the colonel paused for a moment to admire his body once again.  He sighed happily.  The last thing he thought before he followed the soldier into the depths of the dark forest was “dat ass.”

[katarone]

Any snk ship, 37!

37.  Meeting in prison au

I’ll warn you now, I barely know what I just wrote and it’s pretty fucked up omgPlease forgive any grammatical errors or if something sounds weird…I didn’t proofread too much.  Also, this is NOT meant to be a social statement, as I realized halfway through it could be taken as.

Anyway, here you go!  You get to figure out the ship yourself ;D (it’s nothing bad I swear)

He wasn’t going to lie, it wasn’t his fault.

They had totally been goading him.  As he walked down the street they’d constantly yell, “Watch out, here comes the cute one!” and run at the mere sight of him.  It was downright degrading, and after years of putting up with it, he couldn’t take any more – he snapped.  He grabbed one of their stupid heads and bit it off, simple as that.  Of course, once it came to that, he couldn’t just stop with the head, and had to finish the rest of the body.  I mean really, how could you expect someone to throw away a perfectly good meal just like that?  But for some reason all of a sudden there was a problem with him and his actions.  He listened to them taunt him for years and nothing was done about it, but the minute he did something wrong there was an issue. 

He tried to explain his reasons to the court, but no one understand what he was saying (jury of his peers his ass), which did not help his case.  In fact, it may have actually been a detriment to it (they looked rather frightened when he opened his mouth…Was it his breath?).  No one seemed to be on his side.  He heard accusations from the audience of him terrorizing the town and destroying public property in addition that of him killing an “innocent” citizen.

When the verdict was finally declared (after the judge droned on about taking responsibility for one’s actions and a bunch of other bullshit), he had been declared guilty.  Quite honestly, he was not surprised.  After years of being bullied, he knew that the world was truly wrong, and his “guilt” only solidified this knowledge.  He would go to their prison.  He would serve out his years.  And when he was finally free they would all realize that they had been wrong.

He said that, but actually living in prison was a different matter.  His first few days he lived out in misery.  He couldn’t eat any of the food they fed him, the beds were far too small, and wherever he went people still gave him strange looks.  Nothing was any different from when he had lived as a free man.  But then one day, he saw him.  The other being was standing alone in the corner of the courtyard during their free time, glaring at those who walked by.  He was perfect.  Long hair, tall build, brooding deep green eyes, a well-defined jaw…Not to mention his muscles.  The afternoon sunlight caught the well-chiseled body in a flattering way, emphasizing the dips and crevices in a way that he could have never dreamed was possible.

Suddenly, noticing the other’s gaze, the more rough man fixed his glare in the new direction.  But seeing the face of his watcher, he couldn’t help but soften his gaze.  His hairstyle was perhaps a bit outdated – A short brown bob with straight bangs – But it was well chosen, as it framed the man’s large eyes in a rather flattering way.  Those eyes which sparkled and looked on him in adoration.  It was too much.  But those beautiful eyes soon turned away in embarrassment.

The man was not having any of that.  After a minute of hesitation (quite unlike him) he walked over and stood next to the large-eyed man.  “Graa, U gra eh haa u ee r?  Eeei oo arrai?  Uh Eeen [Hey, what do they have you in here for?  Being too attractive?  I’m Eren].”

The other looked further away, blushing furiously.  No one had ever called him attractive before…Let alone asked him for his name.  In fact, no one had even called him by a real name before.  All they had called him was that horrid thing…But perhaps, if it were Eren, it would be alright.  He took a deep breath, smiling, and looking back into Eren’s eyes.  “Gai  Eaean [Kawaii Titan].”

[katarone]

Levi and Hanji #100

In which Hanji and Levi have clashing views on relaxation.

I may go back and edit more later________________________________________________________

Levi tilted his head back and sipped his tea.  The air was clear and one could smell the faint scent of apples as a cool breeze wafted through his open window and ruffled the petite man’s hair.  Finally, it was here.  His one day off of the month.  The one day Levi could sit back and do nothing…No shitty brats to deal with, no titans to kill, and no paperwork to do.  Everything was perfect.  Even his tea tasted better than usual.

Placing his tea on his desk, Levi relaxed into his chair and closed his eyes.  He was on the verge of falling asleep when he heard someone screaming his name from the floor below him.  Levi blinked his eyes open, glaring at his door for a few moments in which there was complete silence.  Deeping the noise to be unworthy of his attention, he once again shut his eyes and soon fell into a light sleep. 

A few minutes later, Levi’s door suddenly slammed open, revealing a brown haired woman with glasses and a wild grin.  Jolted out of his sleep, Levi stared at the intruder in a haze, unable to properly process what was going on.

“Levi, look what I just found!”

The woman walked to the aforementioned man’s desk, holding out a pale, severed foot for him to blankly stare at.  The offending object hovered near Levi’s nose, replacing the pleasant smell of apples with that of decomposing flesh and bile.  He started at it, disgusted.

“We found this in Bean’s vomit!  Look, the nails are still intact and everything!  Even some of the hairs are still here!” the woman said excitedly, shoving the foot closer to Levi’s face.

He sighed.  “Shitty glasses.”

She looked down at him, still grinning wildly.  Even the murderous look in Levi’s eyes did nothing to change her expression.  However, she did pull the foot away from his face to cradle it in her arms.

“Yesss?”

Levi rubbed the bridge of his nose to ease his growing headache.  “Aren’t you supposed to be…Relaxing?”  Levi was not the only one with a day off today.  In fact, a good portion of the Survey Corps did.

“But Leviiii, I am relaxing!”

“Studying shitty titan puke is not relaxing.”

“But if you just gave it a chance-“

He cut her off with another glare.  “Hanji.  If you do not shut up and leave my office within the next five seconds I will throw this cup at your face,” Levi said, gesturing to his half-full teacup, “And I will not miss.”

Hanji heeded his warning and quickly backed up and into his doorway, where she paused. “You don’t know what you’re missing out on shortie!” she yelled, then quickly ran off down the hallway, cackling loudly.

Levi groaned and slouched back down into his seat.  After seeing that disgusting sight, there was no way he was relaxing now.