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[hanafudas-blog]

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Oh , it’s that newcomer , the outsider. Quite publicly , ( and quite loudly ) he says, “ — It’s interesting how they just let anyone into class 0 these days.”

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the only twice 8 is twice as small

YOU ARE A D EAD MAN

[oandlighet-a]

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machina is twice as special

and yet hes only added to class0 After arecias kids 😔

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how come ur mom let u have TWO weapons

[valxdiictiion-a-blog]

“You’ll feel better when you wake up.”

eden starters

   There was nothing but a GROAN in reply, not because of pain but annoyance over the situation ( Machina’s words felt like mocking ). It was nothing he had told Deuce and the others, once and once again until they settled for a knowing look and left him on the bed to heal soldiers who needed it. His life wasn’t in danger and as soon as they were back in Akademeia and not stuck in some inn halfway there Mother would help him ( if Rem didn’t get to it before they even started moving again ), so really, he could wait. They were worried, he knew, the wounds weren’t from carelessness this time either, and if a bullet or two was all it took to complete the mission Eight would pay the price.

   ( It wasn’t. It was a bullet, bruises, a stab wound and Eight stumbling the moment success was proven that was the price. )

          “Shut up”, his arm was covering his eyes, blanket firmly tucked in around him ( Seven didn’t halfheartedly do this stuff ) and body covered in bandages wherever healing spells hadn’t been used. A deep breathe as he, once again, accepted that this was the deal if he wanted to not be top priority when there was no need for it, “Go bother Trey or something, or Rem if you’re injured.”

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questions yahow

♯:  Is there any kind of muse, you would like to play, but don’t dare? Why?

smart muses……………………………….. literally any muse that uses rly big words?? : ‘ )) like there was a time where i was superloving laurent but ?? writing those kind of characters is rly daunting to me, i avoid writing fics for them too b y      E. i get superconcious about writing dialogue for them : ‘ ) (THEN AGAIN I USUALLY GET CONCIOUS ABOUT DIALOGUE SOMETIMES??? shit.. dialogue is the hardest to write imo tbh…).

so ya !! rly smart&tactical characters r characters i usually struggle w !! loud, happy, talk-active characters come easier to me tbh AHAHA

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"It's way past your bedtime" ( WHY ARE WE LIKE THIS )

IT’S LIT

          “I can explain—” he couldn’t. Couldn’t for his life come up with a decent reason as to why he was still sitting on the couch and holding a pillow tightly to his chest at this ungodly hour watching that ungodly show. He had been supposed to go sleep after watching the news, like he told them he would, but then questions and curiosity had kept him from leaving. And one episode became another, and another, and another and—

          ‘ So you can’t die. ’

   Eyes snapped back to the television and a sharp breath was taken ( he didn’t breathe out for a good thirty seconds ), Machina momentarily forgotten. “No...” and for once there was an emotion that wasn’t frowning or simply nothing on his face, eyes widening as the repeated ‘no’ slowly got louder. There was half of an attempt of rising from where he was sitting, one foot on the floor and upper body leaning forward, as if moving closer would stop what was happening. As if he could stop something that had been recorded for y e a r s.

          “Machina”, a whimper. His eyes were still glued on the tv. At least bring him some water and come up with words that didn’t expand the feeling of hollowness. Then, a whisper: “I hate this show.”

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          "They're called Grievers"

   How many months had it been now? Over thirteen of hearing that metallic, uncomfortable noise everyday. It wasn't as horrifying here as it was in the maze, more of a feeling of teasing 'you can't catch me' when safe within the four walls. "The noise I mean, you looked like you were wondering about it."

   He barely looked at him when sitting down on the grass next to him, thighs against his chest, one arm around his legs and the other moving the apple closer to his mouth. "I'm Eight, you, Greenie?"

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