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          "..." 

#{ wow hi it's been 5ever since i was last active } #{ i jus finished watching the newest episode and i sobbed #i love u baby gurl annie even though u cause me like #a lot of pain. }

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【歌って演奏してみた】メタル紅蓮の弓矢【キー+5】鋼兵なべしゅん

    JUST WHEN THE THEME WASN’T AWESOME ENOUGH

#{ things mun listens to while she writes }

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"I got mines done at least." Not everyone's lazy Marlo. 

online.

  » —”…Has no one gotten their reports done but me?” Kids.

#marleul

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"You make it look more like a challenge than a chore, Armin." Retorts the smaller blonde, relocating her hands within the depths of her sweater. It was already rare to have her comrade approach her, much less attempt to hold a conversation. His inquiry calls for a exasperated sigh from Annie, yet she does not take up the expression of negativity.

"I'm not one for small talk ... but no, it wouldn't be." After all, it wouldn't be that bad, right? 

"... how've you been lately?" 

Proverbial readings remained beacons of faith in otherwise tragic recollections. To skim a tattered page, maneuver slender fingers about the worn spine of a book — the secrets it whispered — no greater joy could be sought. His memory served in lines, everything read, everything dicatated.

            — when the snow melts, you find spring.

He looked at her. He accepted. He followed the path of ice cold hues, how they danced in the stagnant space left between them and their calculated breaths. For time uncounted, Armin could only provide an equally cabalistic curiosity in the form of steady eyes — blinking slowly, pinched at the corners (thinking).

"Speaking with you isn’t a chore, Annie." A pulse of a beat, then his eyes fell. "The two of them are training, I didn’t particularly feel like getting in the way…"

                    "— would a conversation over step any sort of line?"

#sapiensangelus

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"... Marlo's already tried that and he's been put aside countless times ... then again, you survived the titan's breach in Trost. Perhaps they'll listen to you for that." She says, shrugging her shoulders. "Marco, passing through wall Sina isn't as hard as you think. The guards are all careless remember? They're too busy thinking about themselves to care about a recruit. It's not so dangerous hunting ... at night, I mean. Titans aren't active, and I feel more in my element."  

"You’re not like them either. You work to survive but to say your were like those guys wouldn’t be true at all. Maybe I should try and talk to one of the superiors about it… let them know that we should cut down." He gave her a quizzical look in return. "That’s smarter but… besides it being not allowed, it’s dangerous to outside the wall by yourself."

#bodtandahalf

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{ So amigos, which character would seem the best for me to play? Like, things are really slow on Annie ( my fault ) and I kinda want to take up a new charrie in SNK. It'd be pretty cool if you gave me like suggestions. } 

#Please? #Pretty please with titans on top? #Sorry I just want to take up a new character but I'm really indecisive. #out of [lies]

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'Sick.' 

Without responding, the smaller blonde remained staring at Mikasa. Her stoic gaze is scrutinizing, taking in but the smallest of details about her. Her posture, mannerisms, appearance, it was all accounted for; and with that Annie ultimately knew something was not right with the witch. 

"Scavenging," For food that is, with the wolf currently residing within city walls it had been difficult to catch game without arousing suspicion. Playing the role of a scavenger allowed her to survive in the world of the humans.

"What about you? Soldiers aren't suppose to be out this late at night."  Had Annie not held her usual stoic demeanor, she'd be sneering right about now. 

                              I L L.

Mikasa supposed that it might have been the word she was searching for to describe her current dilemma. Misty hues tracked a sideways glance in the blonde’s direction, almost pleadingly for a moment before they hollowed out, leaving a familiar ache in her chest. “Not ill,” she responded, almost inaudibly. “Sick.”

Yes — the witch was sick. In a twisted, enticingly malevolent way. In her dusky eyes, you could see specks of flaming crimson mixed into the oculars, sparkling with a heinous glory and lust. She stood, her eyes meeting the wolf’s, the light of the moon illuminating them both.

                 "What are you doing out so late?"

Things could get D A N G E R O U S. The thought of a chase brought the young woman joy —- an incredible amount of it. 

#feminamillitis

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[ 2, 9, 14 ]

2: What made you choose your muse?

already answered uvu 

9: Is there a certain writing style or colloquialisms you have to use for you muse that changes from your own?

Nah, my writing style is pretty much the same, so is my quirks ooc. The only thing I change is like, making the dialogue bold or italic, indenting, and new tags. 

14: [Canon] Was there anything that made this muse difficult to work with ,i.e canon death/canon location?

That would have to be her personality, because I want Annie to interact with these shit-ton of people [ canonically ] and try crossovers but then she’s inclined to remain alone and that makes starters a pain in my ass to write. Also the fact that she’s a traitor to humanity also adds to the difficulty of writing. 

#affrontaredaemonum #out of [lies]

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2, 6, 10

2: What made you choose your muse?

I don’t exactly have some grand reason for playing Annie, but the basics of it was that I admired Annie as a whole person and saw beyond the ‘oh she’s just a cold heartless bitch’ and felt that she was the most fun to play in the attack on titan cast??? ( even though I’m also playing Ilse but that’s a whole diff. thing ) I just really really really like Annie okay ( as much as I like Heather ).

6: Do you have any roleplaying pet peeves?

I pretty much have the same pet peeves as you and donte u vu but if you want to know a specific one it’s the butchering of one’s canon character for the sake of shipping/sex. 

10: Have you picked up any of your muses habits

Me and Annie pretty much do the same thing, so I can’t particularly pick a habit we both have in common.   

#ricevitore #out of [lies]

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Pixiv ID: 36257598 Pixiv Member: モツ

#[lion] heart

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guard down, floor's yours, last man standing can we, just get it over with.

#[lion] heart #the [witch]

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Munday Ooc Questions

1: Why did you start role playing?

2: What made you choose your muse?

3: Is there anything challenging about writing your muse?

4: Is there anything enjoyable about writing your muse?

5: What has been your favourite thread?

6: Do you have any roleplaying pet peeves?

7: What is your preferred roleplaying style and why? (semi para/para/mirror etc)

8: If you knew your muse in RL would you be friends or enemies?

9: Is there a certain writing style or colloquialisms you have to use for you muse that changes from your own?

10: Have you picked up any of your muses habits

11: [Canon] Is your character major/minor and did this have any influence in your decision to play them?

12: [Canon] Do you feel you stick to canon characteristics of your muse?

13: [Canon] Did you make any changes to your muses timeline/background?

14: [Canon] Was there anything that made this muse difficult to work with ,i.e canon death/canon location?

15: [Canon] Do you play/interact with the canon character differently now that you roleplay them?

16: [OC] What gave you the inspiration for your muse?

17: [OC] What made you choose their faceclaim/appearance?

18: [OC] Was their background decided from the start or developed over time?

19: [OC] Does your character have any canon routes or is their background self created?

20: [OC] How did you choose their name?

#out of [lies]

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"It's impossible not to notice. The Military Police is based off corruption and filled with scum, you're possibly one of the rare few who aren't scum or corrupted. Though ... I can't seem to blame them, it's survival of the fittest in this world." Scoffs lightly at his inquiry, "That's because it is, Marco. I hunt for my meals, only when I can't get a decent catch is when I depend on food scraps." 

"…You’ve noticed that too huh? I haven’t been eating that much meat for just that reason but here… at the Military Police, it’s hard to get anyone to stop eating over their share. But, I hope you don’t think I’m prying, you sound like hunting over the way is more than a hypothetical option…”

#bodtandahalf

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Oh, it was only Armin. One of the pair of blondes, Annie could genuinely tolerate and possibly enjoy. The other was Lady Renz, but she was nowhere near here. Pale hues shift over to the male, baring nothing but her usual cold gaze. Hearing him speak makes fair brows narrow absentmindedly and her lips tug into a scowl. 

"No," She responds to him, her tone was that of indifference rather than sarcasm. "You can leave at your own free will, why let a wolf tell you what to do?" Her hand is brought upwards, fingertips brushing back strands of her hair. "Anyway, what brings you here? You're almost never without Eren or Mikasa."

Conversations with Annie never went even close to the realm of smooth. Time to time, warmth (yes, she must have some of that inside) shone through her ice blue stare, stoic demeanour, but even those instances were fleeting and few.

Brows pinched, and a jaw hardened. Seems his attempt at interaction failed before it began. “Am I making you comfortable?” Contemplation, consideration, the gnawing of his inner lower lip. “Feel free to send me off at any time. Really, Eren’s probably breaking a vase, I could be tending to —… Sorry.”

#sapiensangelus #{ hello! }

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"If that's the case, I suggest you head to the mess hall now before they run out of rations ... I've noticed the food supply has been dwindling over the past couple of weeks. Meat is a scarcity unless you personally hunted outside the wall, and what's left won't be enough to feed the whole population each day." 

"…Well if you say so Annie. I worry about myself just fine, it was more for just to let you know."

#bodtandahalf

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Sensitive to the elements, it would be of little effort for both smell and sound of the witch to reach the wolf. Enticed by the copper scent of crimson and her scream, she finds herself following the trail towards her target. Pale hues fall upon the form of a fallen female as Annie approached, body shaking as she emitted rattling coughs from her system. 

Steadily closing the distance between the two, she crouches before Mikasa but makes no move to help her, not yet at least. The asphalt is rather unpleasant on her bare feet, but she doesn't give heed to the feeling. Although, she had wished that the scarfed female fell in a patch of nice soft grass than the cold road. Upon instinct, a sigh slips past the blonde's lips before she speaks, a reaction she gives to whenever she interacts with humans. 

"Is the witch ill?" 

                           { insanity }                           || open m!a ||

Blood.

The thought of it choked the young woman, her breath catching, causing her to sputter and cough. There was a distinct pain in her head, enough to bring her to her knees, the asphalt leaving scrapes and bruises as a scream tore through the night. Only one thought ran through Mikasa’s mind at the moment, and that thought was K I L L. It was all she had wanted to do.

A valiant effort was made to keep from convulsing, another cough wrenching through her throat. In the midst of all this, her teeth came down upon her tongue, causing warm, wet liquid to seem through the open wound. She sucked on the blood, swallowing it. The crimson material slipped down her throat, and it felt good going down.

         { what is happening to me? }

#feminamillitis