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[micsmasmuses]

@puretitan liked for a Reiner starter.

He’s antsy as he looks to the other. This is the first time in a while they’ve talked. Especially without Bertholdt by his side now. His nerves are shot at this point but that doesn’t mean he’s still not nervous. Especially with how they are now.

“Can we just… get this over with.”

[foreverascout]

He had seen enough, it was getting ridiculous now. Whether Eren (@puretitan) was doing it on purpose to get a rise or not, Jean was done trying to pretend it didn't bother him.

"You're a fucking bastard" he snapped, knuckles white as he pulled Eren close by his clothes, his jaw tensed, holding back the anger that was hot inside him. "I don't like you hanging around but Sasha seems to think you need a friend. If I see you even look at her wrong I'll fuck you up".

[mercurialstorm]

Continued from here X

With each kiss, her heart was set ablaze with all the pent-up fire that had burnt them both since they had first met. Lyanna felt the rush of his warm breath across her skin and a cry of relieved surrender escaped her. She was backed up against the wall of the empty hall as he pushed his body against her and she responded with equal intensity, her fingers entwined with his dark strands of hair as her lips, her hands, her body were trying to satiate the craving that had tortured her days and nights. In that moment, only the two of them existed, they had shut the whole of the world out. Her kiss deepened as she let her hand slide down the length of his chest.

Each trail of his kisses burned holes on her skin, his hands holding her mercilessly to him made her whole world reel. She stared up to him, her eyes were now burning into his all-consuming emerald irises, searching his depths, silently provoking him. She leaned back a little and lifted her face, offering her mouth wantonly to him once more.

The raw emotion of his words ignited flame after flame inside her. I love you... That was it. That was the end. She had been found. She was his.

"Let's leave. Let's go somewhere that nobody knows us, somewhere where we are free." Her words echoed with excitement, her eyes glowing with an unprecedented spark. She wanted to be wherever he is and she knew they had a whole life ahead of them, but this damned place, Marley, would always hold them down, constricting them into endless suffocation. She rests her forehead on his shoulder and closes her eyes, as if the anticipation of his response overwhelmed her to the point it became unbearable. "I love you, Kruger. I love you so very much"

[osmosisdreams]

planned starter | @puretitan

Was anything possible in the Paths? If Eren had to guess, at least now, yes. The person he saw here in the Paths with him was himself. Same appearance, same clothes, same general time... Maybe he had a different life. Maybe this place had infinite possibilities and not just an infinite span of time. But... was it just in his head? Was this "him" a real... him? A real person? Was he just imagination alone? A reflection?

Perhaps oddly, he didn't feel confused; he just... didn't know. It wasn't surprising to see this - it just told him there were more things he didn't know or understand about this place. "Where... did you come from?" This place was capable of showing people any memory, but this was no memory. If this was him, he didn't need to even know how he got here - just whether or not this was a real person. The mind of real flesh and blood, or something his own mind had pulled in.

[worldhell-archiving]

their casual hangouts usually consisted of (@puretitan) laying atop his bed, their legs loosely intertwined as armin remained propped up against the frame, idly playing with a pen in hand. that's where they remained for the evening ━━ when they could catch a spare hour or so. it felt like they were just kids again.

❝ hey, I've been thinking (...) the ocean stretches on seemingly endless right? then, I wonder just how deep it actually is. ❞ and it's also when armin would talk at him; all those thoughts in his head that no one else would listen to. ❝ their has to be a bottom, right? I wonder what kind of creatures live there (...) can life even be sustained that far down? if it's really big, then ... you don't think their could be creatures larger then titans in the ocean, do you? ❞ his arms spread out, animated, horror and wonder quick to strike his expression.

[cynosuresoldier]

Kaja & Eren || @puretitan

The cool night air was a welcome change of pace for the young cadet - the sun's rays had brought out the worst of her freckles along her cheeks and shoulders , though thankfully , she managed to escape any burning . For the young woman , the moon's light was the closest thing to comfort she had , and so Kaja had taken to resting her worn body outside the barracks , seemingly sketching away in that journal she always seemed to keep on her .

For the first time since she'd arrived , the brunette appeared ... almost too human in comparison to when she was training . Kaja was calm , collected in a different way than usual ; no hard green stares or frown etched onto her face on this night . Instead she seemed content , maybe even happy . As happy as she could be given their circumstances , anyway .

She'd been so focused on dumping her thoughts into that little book - her interactions with the other cadets , the numerous drills , and studies of her new equipment she was tasked with mastering - that she hadn't even noticed anyone had been nearby . As far as she knew , everyone else was tucked away for the night ...

[mercurialstorm]

starter with @puretitan

The sky was tar-black and heavy clouds were cloaking the city. The roofs of the buildings danced with spray as the heavens were torn apart for thunder and rainfall to blur into a long whirring noise. Millions of drops echoing, whispering in the midnight air, granting Lyanna safe passage to remain focused and unbothered at her spot, amongst the hundreds volumes of the dim-lit library. The late hours and the great gouts of water had forced the city to sink into stillness. The building had been completely hushed since early.

A book, not much thick, yet interest -demanding lay in front of her. She had now spent at least an hour flipping through it's pages. Tonight, like usual, Kruger was sat there, not far from her spot, all by himself, lost in a heavy book since the later hours of the evening. They hadn't exchanged a word but a few polite nods and scarce glances amongst the flickering of the feeble electric lights. Maybe the lights were about to betray them soon and drown the room into darkness. The thunderstorm was getting more and more violent by the minute.

Wrapped in her ox-blood shawl, hidden away from the world, her eyes got lost for a brief moment, through the silk strands of his hair. Her soul almost felt caught in those dark snares of hair.

[foreverascout]

🌿🍒 it better be a good one with tongue

@puretitan || A kiss under the mistletoe

"Ugh, really?" Jean scoffed at the dare presented to him, his gaze shifting between Eren and Ymir. "I'd rather kiss you," he grumbled but rose from his seat. Unwilling to back down from a challenge, he eyed the unsavoury mix of alcohol in the dirty pint before him, determined not to forfeit and subject himself to that alternative.

Navigating around the room, Jean approached Eren, mistletoe in hand, the green leaves a prop chosen by Ymir. 'Kiss Eren under the mistletoe'. Connie took the branch from Jean, holding it helpfully above them, granting Jean the freedom to manoeuvre.

"Enjoy it, Yaeger. It's the only time you're going to experience it," Jean muttered, his tone carrying a mixture of bravado and a hint of something else. He cupped Eren's jaw, his fingertips rough against the softness of skin, pulling him closer.

As their lips met, Jean initiated a kiss that went beyond the fulfilment of a dare. Lips parted, and Jean's tongue met Eren's, the gesture transforming the act into a performance. If he was going to do it, he might as well make it memorable. Jean's free hand found its way to the back of Eren's head, deepening the kiss for a fleeting moment before pulling away.

The room seemed to buzz with a charged atmosphere as the dare unfolded, leaving a lingering tension in the air. The unexpected intensity of the kiss and the daring defiance of social norms hung heavily, making it a moment not easily forgotten.

"Merry fucking Christmas" he winked at the brunet, making his way back to his seat ready for the next player to take their turn.