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[timidlionfists]

Unexpected Guest || Hinata & Claire

"Hya!"

     { Her voice echoed among the forest as she continued to throw kicks against the wooden trunk. It was the first time training in awhile, which meant she must train more and catch up for what she missed. Though, it wasn't the same without Shino or Kiba. They were more than teammates to her; they were her family, basically brothers to her.          Hinata threw another kick to the trunk and then started to practice her hits with her palms. She yelled Hya after each hit and kept her pace consistent. After she had felt it was enough, she decided it was time to practice her ninjutsu. She analysed the area quickly, making sure no one was watching. She didn't want anyone to know about her abilities; because one, she was an heiress and she had to be careful since her bodyguard wasn't with her. And two, she didn't know of the dangers this town could have. }

      { Once she felt it was safe, she gathered the chakra in her palms and soon her twin  lion fists began to form. She then yelled "Gentle step twin lion fists!" and began running towards the tree. The force of the impact caused the tree to break and fracture where she hit. Hinata eye's suddenly widened from the sight. "Oh, please don't break! It will make to much noise, I'll be found out!" She then started to panic over it until a noise behind her caught her attention.

      She quickly turned in that direction and saw a man standing there. 'How long had he been there, how much did he see?!' Her panicked thoughts caused her to forget about the fractured tree, which unknowingly, was starting to fall in her direction from the damage she had inflicted on it before. "W-Who are you? And, how much did you see?"  }

[blindbadgermole]

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Your muse thinks they are a superhero, and keeps trying to stop crimes. Mine tries to make sure yours doesn’t die.

Thread or drabble? :3

[blindbadgermole]

Ran sighed softly. "Toph-san, I've been told I HAVE to do one thing you say. So what'll you have me do?"

"Ohoho! Now look how the tables have turned, Karate Kid," she sadi, grinning evilly.

"I dare you lay a big one on…that guy over there," Toph added, pointing in the direction of a random stranger on the street.

[neechan-ran]

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So the voice meme I was supposed upload to five hours ago! Excuse me if anything sounds off. I have a lousy cold OTL. Also I think I may have skipped the accent question, so I'll answer it here again.

Your name and username.

Where you’re from.

Pronounce the following words: Aunt, Roof, Route, Theater, Iron, Salmon, Caramel, Fire, Water, New Orleans, Pecan, Both, Again, Probably, Alabama, Lawyer, Coupon, Mayonnaise, Pajamas, Caught, Naturally, Aluminium, GIF, Tumblr, Crackerjack, Doorknob, Envelope, GPOY.

What is it called when you throw toilet paper on a house?

What is a bubbly carbonated drink called?

What do you call gym shoes?

What do you call your grandparents?

What do you call the wheeled contraption in which you carry groceries at the supermarket?

What is the thing you change the TV channel with?

Choose a book and read a passage from it.

Do you think you have an accent? (In Ireland, I don't have an accent that can attributed to a particular area, but some of my family think I have an American accent. Opinions welcome. XD)

Be a wizard or a vampire?

Do you know anyone on Tumblr in real life?

End audio post by saying any THREE words you want.  (90% sure I said this in Irish...I think. XD)

[timidlionfists]

walken-stand said:I would guess Claire was the mythical creature. Drabble please? This sounds amazin’.

Sure! It might take me awhile (this is my first time righting drabble!)

[neechan-ran]

walken-stand replied to your post:23?

How bout a thread ;-;

Prepare the feels, bro. D:

[neechan-ran]

23?

23. Your muse is a soldier in the war, mine is their lover back home — they exchange letters.

WHY? WHY DOES TUMBLR DO THIS TO US? D:

Anyways, thread or drabble? ; w ;

[a-ckermann]

Break Me ((ONLY TWO LEFT? AINT HAPPENIN))

Leave a “Break Me” in my ask, and I will write an angsty drabble about our characters. ((Really Claire? Really??? Have you not gotten enough of angst yet?????))

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“Claire."

Her voice was but a mere whisper, soft and almost faded into the wind. It was nearly inaudible, even to herself but he heard her. He always did. The faint shuffle behind her told her all that she needed to know.

“You’re here again today."

She heard his footsteps cease, the last crunch of his shoes against the snow before silence befell them once more.

“It’s snowing today." Stretching her arms out, Mikasa felt the slight tug of her lips, only to feel how frozen the muscles were, eventually giving up her attempt of a smile. "Just like that day."

Her ears caught the uncomfortable shuffling, of the way his thick, black coat would rustle with his every movement. The wind continued to pick up and the young raven shivered at the sudden drop in temperature, tugging the blanket closer to herself, depending on it to shield away the frost-biting cold.

“I want to build a snowman," she eventually declared, dull silver hues staring straight before her, into the sight of emptiness. "I thought I’d never want to miss riding a horse again, but I want to right now. I want to see the sea, I want to swim in it. I’ve never seen it but I heard it’s really beautiful."

Words continued to spill out of her mouth, as though the dam in her had finally broken, the normally reserved female talking so much for the first time in her life, her jaws actually ached from the effort. She wondered distractedly how her more chipper classmates could have done so without tiring themselves.

“I want to fight you, Claire."

The only response she received was a slow shake of the other’s head, his red eyes downcast even in his silent reply.

“I…see." Her tone was resigned, voice trembling slightly as she spoke her understanding. "It’s because of these, isn’t it. It’s because you pity me, you don’t want to fight me, isn’t it."

Dark ashen orbs turned their hateful gaze towards her legs, or where they would have been. Instead in place of them, were bandaged stumps whose sight merely disgusted the soldier. Once Humanity’s Strongest now reduced to nothing but a useless person, unable to function if she was without her wheelchair.

“Kill me, Claire," she begged, her voice raspy when she finally turned her gaze to her sparring partner, envy burning in her eyes as she took in the way he walked towards her, his legs strong and supple, bearing his entire weight. Looked at him as though it was a living sin.

But it was the guilt that shone in those cruel, cruel crimsons that made Mikasa’s fury disappear. She knew it wasn’t his fault, it was no one’s fault but there was no one else she could blame, no one else she could direct the hatred that stemmed from her torment to.

“Kill me, and spare us both this torture."

It wasn’t the first time she had requested it. And just as always when she did, the assassin merely stood by her side, quietly, silently as he accompanied her, accompanied the endless tears that flowed from her eyes, the tortured choked sobs that escaped her.

“Then live with the knowledge of my hatred for you.”