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New Four swords fic- Chapter 1

*I'd appreciate if u read it on a03 because that's where my tag/summary is but if you cant for whatever reason, I have it below this cut* thanks for any boost and comment <3

Roaming packs of monsters, ugh.  Usually, monsters tend to be attracted or even magically appear from places with plenty of darker energy. It could be some cursed and abandoned temple or some pit where someone died horribly. Maybe, there’d just be one huge monster claiming an area and its magical stink would attract a bunch of underlings.

Monsters aren’t exactly pack animals like wolves. They just follow whichever one’s the biggest and act purely based on greed and violence. They’re happy to follow orders as long as they get their cut. Which is usually the promise of fresh flesh. 

The scouts said the monsters were following paths. On a schedule. Almost like they’re planning and guarding. That…isn’t right. Something is definitely up. 

The worst part of it is that a lot of the paths they’re taking seem to be cutting off a random average sized fishing village to the south. Lutelin Village. Yeah, Green can see why they had been specifically called to handle this one.

Whatever they’re going to eventually face, it’ll probably seem like even an experienced knight’s worst nightmare. But they can handle it. After all, they’d handled far more with far less. This time they even have armor! The odds are far more in favor since their… “adventure.” Green can’t help but fidget with his fingers anyways.

He’s probably just out of practice, sure they had helped fight against the general excess of monsters but that was just dealing with monsters sprawled out everywhere. Not a real proper fight with layers to get to the final baddie. His gut flares with a hidden anxiety. 

It’ll be alright though, the others are literally following his back, and as much as it sucks that those villagers are probably having a hard time with travelling due to the monsters- This will be good for them! Well, Green and his uh, other selves, anyways. Besides, why would you possibly want “rest and relaxation” when you can just crush the ugly mug of some monster?

Okay, maybe he is spending too much time with Blue.

Either way they definitely have better odds! They’ll just find each band (two or three?) and take them down, easy peasy. 

Every step is going to take him closer after all, might as well keep his shoulders straight and his eyes on the horizon.  

Soft grass and weeds dance in the foothills, with a chilly autumn air as their partner. As much as the others are way too gripey in the early morning, Green knows getting them up early is definitely the right call! The soft crispness of the morning air energizes him with every breath! Practically music, in his humble opinion. 

Behind him, he can hear another kind of music. A playful punch to the shoulder, a content sigh, and a little laugh. Conversation that starts and pauses, only to start again. In and out, natural and welcoming. They have his back. 

They finally stop at the top of a particularly large hill; this is the spot the scouters said they’d seen the monsters the most. If Green looks to the West, he can see the beginning treeline of a dark and confusing magic-filled Lost Woods. He shudders. From what Vio described about the woods, it definitely doesn’t seem like the ideal spot for a stroll. Compared to their “adventure” and all they’ve experienced, the next few days will be easyyyy. 

They’ve barely settled into their spot when Vio, ever the watchful one, already spots a band of monsters practically marching together. A very large band of very angry looking monsters. Nearly time to fight. A cliffside looms in the distance, with the monsters in between them and it. 

“I’d say, I think we’re dealing with about eight or so stalfoes, two spear moblins, oh you’ve got to be kidding me at least two dozen,” Green squints, “uh, tiny plant things?”

Strange little hobbling plant monsters, with sharp teeth and leaves coming from a single bud supported by two stumpy legs, covered the ground near the other monsters. 

“Tiny plant things?’”

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For a place full of nothing but rolling hills, Vio sure is having quite a bit of difficulty finding enough room to fight. It’s ridiculous honestly, he and Green were supposed to take care of the stalfoes by directly fighting against them. Meanwhile, Blue and Red were meant dealing with those pesky small monsters that keep trying to bite their ankles! Or jump into their faces. It’s a bit hard to fight several monsters just taller than you while dealing with a bunch of faces full of teeth trying to lunge at you, afterall.

Not to mention, once they finally get in semi-decent positions the moblins thrust their giant axes right in the middle and scatter everyone all over again! He can hear the annoying squish and splatter of Blue’s hammer smashing into another one. 

Red’s fire rod is great at helping to keep the moblins away, but while you would think it’d be great for its intended purpose of burning those DAMN little plants monsters- All it really does is make all the grass around them catch on fire, not harming the stalfoes, and force them to bolt to a patch of rocks while they’re being chased. Of course, the little abominations climb up the stalfoes to stay safe from the fire. Fighting on the bumpy ground only makes things worse in their favor. He really wishes the darn things would be the ones stumbling and struggling for balance instead of themselves.  

Wait… This is a far rockier area- He can feel the rattling bones hit his shield once more as he grunts to shove it off. They all need to be knocked down. With the bit of distance he looks around, and there . A pile of rocks, leading up to a cliff. The cliff is extremely uneven at the top, but there is just enough clear space for a person at the top! 

Perhaps, possibly, it had been a bit of a.. Risky endeavor. The second there’s the smallest opening, he yells out, “Watch out for a minute!” and bolts to the cliff side. Ignoring Blue’s very p*ssed off , “h-HEY! Where the Hell are you going?!!” and Green’s surprise as he keeps on running. Every thump of his feet pushing off the earth ringing in his ears. Or maybe that’s just his heartbeat.

Just as he’s starting to climb up he can hear the rattling of a stalfoe and feel the bruising pain of those small monsters trying to reach his flesh under the armor. I just need to keep going , he thinks as he finishes pushing himself up and begins scrambling  for a new foothold as he simultaneously tries to shake off the miniature snapping beasts. Good thing his ears are protected by the chainmail underneath his cap. 

The crash and shattering of bones with a string of swears behind him urge him to go even further up. When the battle’s over, Blue is probably going to get him next. He hadn’t sounded particularly pleased about Vio, “DITCHING THEM WITHOUT WARNING LIKE A B****H*SS,” or whatever. Despite his current height bringing him farther from the battle ground, he can practically hear Green shout, “ LANGUAGE!!” in the middle of battle.

Finally, just as he nears the top he manages to shake the last of those damn pests off his leg and let his heaving lungs rest, if only for a second. Right, this needs to be quick. Forcing himself up, still struggling to breathe from the chaotic climb, Vio readies his bow. 

While the experience of fighting various types of monsters, for hours on their own, certainly gave them a lot of skill in adapting to the situation he has to admit—the items they gained, namely his fairy blessed bag of endless arrows, are also a huge plus. Sure, they aren’t as strong as a well crafted bow, but they are endless . In fact, he’d figured out that if he shoots two at once, even if that took a while to master, it’d do the same amount of damage!

He smirks to himself, aiming straight at a stalfoes that is creeping behind Green. With a snap, the stalfoe falls to the ground. The chaos of the battle field, swarming the others with monsters, moving from place to place… it’s familiar; it is a refreshing challenge. Others might’ve balked at the daunting task, but Vio is looking forward to it. It’s time to show off.

With the constant barrage of arrows knocking out stalfoes, allowing Red and Blue more room to work with and giving Green a much needed relief , the numbers begin to thin. He’s even able to start getting hits on the charging moblins, stunning them just long enough for a quick burn or slash on them. There are only a few straggling plant monsters as well. 

It’s wrapping up. Vio observes as the Moblin he shot finally falls to the ground. It is time to regroup. Or it would’ve been. 

He doesn’t know what he feels first. He can’t even think to process it. The tension of every single muscle spasming. Millions of needles endlessly searing into his flesh. From the inside and outside. Little pieces of him, like miniature marbles bursting outward. The shock of the constant repeated force fracturing and fracturing. The burning in his chest, he can’t breathe. 

It’s so, so much, it’s too much. Without a single thought, other than the sensation of indescribable pain, he falls silently down the cliff. Even as his body crashes down onto the unforgiving rocks it still spasms. Red screams before Blue and Green even see what happened.

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I can’t! No, no, no, no, no, no!!!! Red can’t panic right now, but by Hylia does he want to scream and selfishly look away-

It was horrible, and he saw every second of it. He had stepped back for just a moment, to chug a magic energizing potion. They still had more monsters to fight, after all, and his magic stores were nearly drained from using the rod so much. But then he saw a spark to his right, all the way up where Vio had gone. A sparkling, bright white yellow light, blasting into Vio’s back. Now, he watches.  

Vio looks like he’s choking, like every single bit of him was choking and dying . His piercing scream is silently cut off, and then he falls . He falls and falls until his back hits the rocks and he goes stumbling down, blood splattering against the rocks. Red doesn’t want to know where it’s all coming from. And then Vio is there, sprawled on the ground, a horrible finale. He’s still screaming. 

No, no Vio isn’t the one who’s screaming. He can see his bloody face against the dirt. Red is. 

Blue grabs his arm, nearly shaking him as he tells him to LOOK before he runs off to Vio. Red’s shaking, then he follows Green’s startled eyes they lead back to the top of the cliff. He can only stare as a hulking Darknut trudges behind a row of stubby moblin archers, and even more stalfoes that have already begun jumping off to attack them. Oh, and a bunch of tektites. Because, well, why not at this point?

 Red usually tries to stay optimistic, because you can’t get anything done if you always have a bad attitude all the time for no reason but- Honestly? He’s pretty sure he hates EVERYTHING right now. It’s, it’s alright though- They, they’ve got him- Well, well they all would if Vio was down. But, it isn’t the time to focus on that, they have to keep them away from Vio and defeat them! 

Just because he’s terrified that Vio could be dying this very second, doesn’t mean he can just start crying when they need him! He will go on, and he will be hopeful! Because Green and Blue need him, and they trust him to at least support them! Red refuses to let them down. Even if he really wants to go cry in a hole right now. 

Green screams at Blue, “ DON’T MOVE HIM! We need to get them away from him, Red get here and create a blast! Cut them off!”

Red’s already sprinting. Blue’s hammer smashes into another stunned skull from Green’s boomerang. They’re working to get the monsters away from Vio. The second he arrives the entire earth THUDS as the colossal Darknut finally joins the battle. It’s beady eyes, under its helmet land on Red. 

“HEYYYY!!!, come here you, uh, you ugly face!!!” The monster trudges forward, away from Vio and towards him. The Colossal Axe glistens, ready to slice into him in seconds. 

“Yeahh!” Red waves his fire rod, sparkling in the burning sunlight, like a shiny fish in front of a starved beast. “Come here!!!”

The axe whizzes through the air with the speed of a bolt of lightning, ready to spear him into two. Red barely dodges. Before the monstrosity can take an even more petrifying swing, Green’s magical boomerang connects. The powerful thing freezes the beast for a valuable 5 seconds. 

Within those 5 seconds a few things happen. A small series of whistles rings throughout the battle field within seconds, a code that only they know.  During their quest, they had learned that just yelling out to each other with their own plans always ended up poorly. Maybe, they were all just too stubborn in their own plans, but it definitely wasn’t helped by the fact they could barely hear each other at times. Sensitive Hylian ears or not, in the midst of battles words become drowned out easily. 

Green’s message, a mix of quick patterns, order: B-G- Core Threats & Close Combat- R- Long Distance Quick. Blue and Green would take care of the strongest enemies and the ones that required close combat. Red would take care of the archers,as fast as possible so he could provide them aid. He could run and prepare ahead just on instinct before he even processed it. It was a mercy, afterall… Every second in a battle is precious, especially with someone left in total vulnerability. 

Red breathes in, the blins are readying their bows.�� Then exhales, a small yet vicious blast of fire spirals forward causing at least two of them to shriek as they desperately try to put themselves out. His shield is already out by the time the other three’s arrows have hit his shield. As much as Red would prefer to shoot more and scorch them while going in and out, that just wasn’t an option. The best way to stop them from shooting far out into the others, was to get in the way before they could do that. 

Red forces his way through with his shield to break their line and immediately his sword lunges straight into the throat of one of those wretched things. He has to take care of the other monsters, but Red let’s himself smile a moment at the sign of the bubbling blood. Good . He hoped that was the one that shot Vio. 

He has to dodge back quickly in the next moment though, despite the moblins having nothing but bows and arrows, that didn’t make them useless in the slightest. While the armor would definitely protect him from slashes it certainly wouldn’t protect him from their nasty claws aiming at his throat and eyes. 

He hacks away at another one that leapt out in front of him before he even got the chance to orient himself. Keep it steady, keep the pace and breathe. Red tries to slash at one of the monster’s belly, but he’s off balance by one of the burnt ones slashing at his leg! I really need to do better!! Red mentally slapped himself, how’d that one even get there? He seriously needed to keep track of everything or else he’d be hit in his blind spot again. Next time may not be so lucky. His free foot crushes the bastard's neck as he blocks more scrabbling claws away with his shield. 

Red is skewering the one that he had shoved off when he sees the two remaining unburnt monsters dashing toward him with arrows in their hands. What the hell? Oh, the arrows were sparkling yellow with the same crackling sound as a bomb about to burst. It was familiar. Vio . 

All three are charging and from the looks of it they’re trying to trap him with two heading up to his sides and the first one straight in front of him. Red charges right back at the right one bashing into it’s skull with his sword and spinning around, sword first, to face the others. It’s BURNING-  

His sword clumsily sliced into an arm, but the arrows- Those arrows, the moment of contact of it against his own sword make his arm convulse in pain as he yells out. Red’s sword is on the ground. The monster, reeling from its own pain, slashes back at him. Thankfully his armor prevents it from truly getting him. It’ll definitely bruise though. The pain threatens to bring him down, but gasping for air with teary eyes he forces his wobbly legs up anyways. Like the lightning wizzrobe- This doesn’t make sense- Oh great fairies please-

Red knows the dangers of magical exhaustion, he’d lived through it several times on their quest. Vio’s words echoed in his mind, “ Take care to not overdo it! Potions may provide a great boost and aid in recovery, but your body still needs time. You’re exhausted… Green was right about how dangerous it is, besides-” and then Vio softly grinned, “ If you’re too tired who’s going to keep us going? We need your laughter, alright?”

He can already feel the aching soreness creeping on the edge of his fingers. He grabs the rod anyways, and this time there’s a blast. Red doesn’t know quite how it’s happening, but the strange arrows seem to make the flames stronger. They topple onto the Earth and the last half-dead burnt straggler has finished crawling its way to him. Red’s sword in his uninjured hand stabs into the beast’s guts with a wet sound. It dies slowly, scraping at his feet desperate to fight until it's inevitable death. Then, just like the others it rapidly deteriorates into a puddle of steaming filth on the ground. 

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Johanna headcanons!! Because I love her!!!

She likes hard rock/metal. Take one look at her and tell me you don't see it I dare you

Her parents were quite strict; they cared wayyy too much

Or, they didn't care enough and she was left to her own devices most of the time, I can see it going both ways

Either way she got into a lot of trouble as a kid

She wasn't a mean girl or anything, just extremely blunt and curious like Hilda

In fact, Johanna acted a lot like Hilda when she was younger, just more cautious and unsure of herself

She never really had any school/neighborhood friends, which is why she pressured Hilda to make "real" friends at first

As she grew older (around 13-16) and had more family problems, she sort of retreated into herself and became closed off

This is when her passion for art really started blooming

Eventually, sometime right after Hilda was born, she moved them into her granddad's cabin to get away from her parents and the city

(She was very close to her granddad, maybe spent the weekends up at the cabin with him and they'd go exploring outside)

Johanna is terrified of becoming her parents, and any time she does something that reminds her of what her parents would do, she gets extremely guilty and just sort of breaks down (e.g. s2 e8: "the fifty year night")

Her favorite flowers are daffodils, sunflowers, and dandelions (and if you say "they're just weeds" she'll get defensive)

She's a dog person!!!!

She probably had an old family dog that either died or she just hadn't seen since moving out

She thinks of Tontu, Alfur, Twig and Baba like her own kids (David and Frida too sometimes)

And often wonders why she keeps accidentally adopting other kids/creatures

She knits in her spare time!!!! It's not really a hc because she says so in s1 e4 but I like to think she does it primarily around christmas time :)

Johanna has social anxiety (e.g. s1 e5 "the troll rock" and s2 e13 "the stone forest", in which she feels awkward talking to other parents and Hilda says that she never gets out and has no one else to talk to; to which Johanna gets really upset)

She is bisexual (and possibly ace, but that's just the vibe I get from her)

The events of "the mountain king" gave her nightmares for weeks; she'd either not be able to sleep or wake up screaming/ having an anxiety attack

Speaking of, she's had them often for years, but won't really go through with therapy because she feels it doesn't work for her

She's an ugly mug collector. If there's an ugly mug anywhere in any store, it's going in the cupboard and there's no stopping her

Sparrow scouts was her "escape" as a kid; she felt like she belonged with them, even if all the other kids thought she was weird

She wore big chunky braces and glasses for half of her high school years and was made fun of relentlessly (but now she wears contacts)

Johanna has a tendency to cry when she's angry, even if what she's angry about isn't necessarily sad

She's easily flustered, especially around people she isn't familiar with

And lastly, she loves cheesy romance novels and totally has a sketchbook dedicated to fan art 👌🏽

#hilda the series #headcanons #seriously though guys she's like. my favorite besides Alfur #actually i think she might be my top favorite djshdjkgkd #i cant tell if i kin her or want her to be my mom??? like this woman is ME but also. please raise me as your own oh my gos #johanna hilda #hilda johanna #also i doodled a whole bunch of doodles of her so im posting those soon as well- #welcome to my new hyperfixation i guess lmao #bee speaks #bee's hilda tag

[crisalidaseason]

what headcanons you have of the scouts that you strongly believe or/and really like?

Oh no you said the magic word

Sorry about that, I have no shame

Okay, let's go. Some of those headcannons apply for Alternative Universe and also Canonverse, some of them are specific for canon or alternative.

Scouts headcanons I strongly (and obsessively) believe

Mikasa

She seems tough and "I need nobody" type of person but that's NOT true! She actually craves a lot of affection and attention. She gives too much and doesn't get that much back and I think it makes her feel a little undeserving. Her friendship with Sasha helped a lot, since Sasha is very willing to care for her.

Mikasa is so stealthy and discreet that she finds out a lot of tea and gossip without looking for it. She isn't a gossiper at all, but bruh she knows everything! EVERY DIRTY SECRET.

She is a little petty. Don't cross her because you will become a target in a very silent game of death glares and intimidating aura.

Emotionally stunted, like, really stunted. She doesn't know how to express anything she's feeling unless is a very stressfull situation. Which gives her a lot of commitment issues that drives Armin and Sasha completely crazy because they just want her to be happy.

Armin

An extremely functional anxious person, which is why he is constantly exhausted and overwhelmed. It's really dificult for him to slow down his thoughts.

Honestly, a wolf in sheeps clothing in many ways. First, he is really shy and insecure, but don't underestimate his ability to be sassy af, specially as he gets older. Although he can be a little nasty sometimes, he makes it very subtle to not cause many problems.

I think he would be a wonderfull storyteller and author, the kind of writer that loves exploring many themes and is very open to any form of reading. He would be an amazing teacher too!

Cries whenever someone asks him for "one more quick favor" but does it anyway because he's a people pleaser. Mikasa is the one who usually rescues him when she feels his anxiety go through the roof.

Eren

Severe ADHD.

Honestly, annoying as f*ck. I don't mean it in a manchild way, but he is spoiled rotten by his mother so he IS ANNOYING and clingy. Can be a little self-centered but also very caring and helpful if well oriented.

Would try to solve bullying with violence and get bullied in the process. He genuinely tries, but Mikasa is the one who actually stops the bullying with violence and he just accepts it.

Needs serious anger issues treatment and is in fact working on it quite well. Unfortunately he has a lot of imposter syndrome and thinks he is just a bad person seeking attention. He needs a little hug sometimes.

Does not like Zeke at all. I don't think Eren would feel any attachment towards Zeke, specially if they met as adults or late teens. Maybe if they were introduced as kids it could work out.

tries to give a stoner vibes in college but hates smoking weed so he only eats the spicy gummies and brownies. He is a garbage disposal, eats everything wihtout a single thought.

Jean

An artist, a full blown artist. He is good in every art field he tries and everything turns out beautifull. He gets mad if he isn't good at it immediatly though and that can be quite annoying.

He seems like a heartbreaker but it's actually a clueless guy that is looking for real love. Even if he's oblivious as a baby pidgeon. I also headcannon him as TERRIFIED of dating men because of daddy issues (look at me and tell me he doesn't have daddy issues, I dare you)

Honestly, probably a mama's boy, but a very sweet and responsible one. I see him as being a super helpful son to a very hardworking mother. He cooks, cleans, fixes stuff, makes sure his momma has medical care and entertainment. I like to think he would be into soap opera because it used to be his bonding time with his mother.

Doesn't really remember why he is still Eren's rival, they just keep it for reputation. If they get drunk together you'll find them cuddling and crying together.

Connie

Unhinged but also good vibes. He is a comedian because of insecurity and low self-esteem and people rarely notice that. Sasha has helped him a lot with those issues.

The stoner vibes Eren tries to imitate Connie does it perfectly. And he's super chill, no forcing anyone to smoke or eat anything with drugs, will guide and help anyone who might wanna try it.

I feel he likes anime a little too much and ends up spending a lot of money on merch and figures. But the good part is that everyone is obssessed with his anime collection. Even if he is getting completely broke, he loves adding more.

Probably has a reptile as a pet and knows a lot about exotic animal care. I picture him having a snake or a bearded dragon (maybe both), some frogs because he likes the dumb face. I also think he would name them weird shit like "eustacius" "cornelius" or "tibaultus".

Ugly cried when Sasha started to date Nicollo because he couldn't go on their date nights. He wants to be a supportive bestie but sometimes he is a little too much and Jean has to intervene.

Sasha

The chillest person ever, a sweetheart in many many ways. BUT she is Connie's friend and being unhinged is also a thing (honestly, Jean is the only "normal" one, which explains why he seems the mom of the trio). She takes no shit and will humiliate any mean person with freaking class. One time a bully cried like a baby because he got roasted by Sasha.

She is a super extrovert and is the one who actually brings people to the friend group because she is the easiest and most adorable person to meet. She is known by many people because of that.

Loves food but, on the contrary belief, has a perfect relationship with food and doesn't feel bad about anything she eats. She will recomend the best places to eat (and affordable!!) and some of them are so hidden that you wonder if she spends her free time wandering around and trying food.

She is a food lover but doesn't like to cook at all! (that's how Nicollo actually got her, he cooked for her once and boom she was in love).

Will blast music anytime for any reason, she doesn't do a single activity without music.

She is the best big sister, the best. Her siblings all love her so much.

Marco

A prince, a perfect and sweet prince. The kindest soul you'll ever meet. He is also a classic literature and music lover, but in a super inclusive and non-judgmental way. He loves arts, much like jean, but he is more inclined to music and writing.

Marco is the worried mom of the group. He is also asking about everyone's health and moods. He makes sure to pay attention to every person and include them in the conversation.

In my mind he was raised by two lesbians, idk why but he seems like a boy who was raised by super alt lesbians and I'm here for that.

Has two cats despite having allergies. Will play with stray cats and dogs and baby talk with them.

He is also a little cupid and love advisor even if he never dated himself. It's funny how people follow his tips so strongly even if he has no real experience.

Historia

Impatient af. She seems sweet and cute because of her looks but she low-key is super impatient and IDGAF vibes. She uses her looks as an advantage and plays sweet girl so she can get what she needs. She isn't unpleasant though, she loves and protects her friends very much.

In my head she would be a power lawyer (much like Camille Vasquez from the Dep and Heard trial) and be extremely intimidating in knowledge. I just know Historia is a very smart person.

She hates being a leader, but people often put her on leading roles because of how well she communicates. She is extremely eloquent and well spoken, sometimes even a little too formal.

Eren became her bestie because those two have a very similar dark humor, although she used to absolutely hate Eren during pre-teen years.

Ymir

If historia has IDGAF vibes, Ymir is the worst of them. Not only she doesn't care, but also is a little unpleasant. Ymir can be a little too mean and unecessarily snarky. Which explains why she doesn't have a lot of friends.

I think Ymir is scared of intimacy or love, probably because of how neglected she was. But I like to think she would eventually warm up and become more open to people in her life. Once she considers them friends, she would be very helpfull and understanding.

HORRIBLE driver, do not let her drive in any circunstances. She drives like a maniac even when traffic is calm. Poor historia almost had a heart attack.

People associate Ymir with drugs but I think she would despise them. She wouls be a "no drugs allowed" kind of person. But she doesn't mind the ones that consume drugs, just don't offer it to her.

Erwin

Honestly, dad vibes, but not in a seggsual way. He would be a dad in the embarassing way.

Old man that doesn't understand modern social cues. The kind of person to post a tweet or send a message and ALWAYS sign it with "From Erwin Smith". He also doesn't understand slangs but ends up using them at random times and Levi just wants to punch him so hard.

Very patient, almost annoyingly patient. Would be into cross words or diorama building because of how long it takes. Would not loose his cool so easily but can get mad without expressing it.

He likes fancy sweets. You know those super fancy cakes, deserts? He would die to try them. I feel his favorite would be a blueberry flavored thing.

He is a gossiper, and Levi is always the one he tells the gossip first even if he BEGS for Erwin to stop.

Levi

Just wants some peace tbh. This man wants a quiet house in the middle of nowhere where he grows herbs and small vegetables. He wants to spend his miserable remaining lifespan drinking tea and relaxing in the porch.

BUT NO. He has to be babysitting a bunch of hormonal teenagers. People just trust him with a bunch of young kids as if he's not gonna snap and murder them all. But I think that deep down he has fun with the younger ones, specially when they get themselves in trouble and he just watches.

Erwin is the bane of his existence. He might be loyal to the blond man, but he also wants to break his nose on a daily basis. Don't even get me started on Hange, they are Levi's nightmare. He loves them both though.

Also an old man who likes gossip but pretends not to.

Hange

Nothing, I said NOTHING about Hange is conventional. They are the most chaotic and unhinged creature I've ever seen.

Social cues? Doesn't know them. Hange will do and say weird things in the middle of a serious conversation. If you mention Hange's special interest be ready to listen to hours and hours of very detailed facts about titans or science in general.

I have this weird headcanon that Hange would become a mortician and open a funeral home. I know it's weird but I really think Hange would be obsessed with the human body but not in a doctor way.

Has tarantulas, like many of them. Levi absolutely hates visiting them.

Will bother Levi, but also Erwin. Hange doesn't give a single f*ck if Erwin is their boss, they will interrupt and be inconvenient.

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[teslacoils-and-hubris]

For your tf2 ocs, how do they get along with all the mercs and Miss Pauling? Like what kind of relationships do they have?

hehe oh boy :3 gonna go through this merc by merc- also i added the administrator and saxton hale for fun- under the cut cause this got LOONG with 3 ocs x 12 characters-

Soldier

Chemist has a teasing/antagonistic relationship with him, since he's The Definition of a hippy despite being a merc. Whenever soldier calls someone a dirty hippy he's just like 'what, you mean like meeee?' and soldier starts yelling at chemist. it's fine they're friends its like a cat purposely annoying a dog

Soldier has conflicted feelings about the artist- mostly because they're pretty quiet and timid and are scared of guns when they first get the job customizing them so soldier thinks they're a coward(true). But artist is always very respectful of soldiers totally real military rank so they're alright- this continues as artist comes out of their shell and gets more assertive and into weapons

informat doesn't spend much time interacting with the team honestly- he's just a contact of spy's not someone working for the administrator. That said he find's soldier's recklessness and genuine nature a breath of fresh air. Soldier is trying to teach him to rocket jump- but joey isn't hooked up to respawn so doesn't want to take the chance

Scout

scout reminds chemist of his younger brother- despite the pair being the same age- so he wants to give advice to scout. Scout, for his part, usually sees the advice as complete nonsense and doesn't understand why "looking like you're dying of the flu" would help him pick up chicks

him and artist get along pretty well! they sometimes hang out just to draw together. Artist is more than happy to let scout do all the talking, though they're fully capable of cutting in with a good joke now and then

I imagine poor jer had a bit of a crush on the informat when they first met. I think scout is into competent people and joey is very competent at their job. i don't think it lasted too long, but its sort of awkward for scout now.

Pyro

they smoke weed with chemist and sniper. best friend trio who hot box sniper's van

they make artist uneasy. They rely so much on facial expressions and even with how animated pyro is they have a hard time figuring out what they're feeling. It's an anxiety thing artist knows isn't fair to pin on pyro, but they can't really help it. They're working on it!

i dont imagine informat likes them. at least not at first. Pyro is a bit of an inverse of joey's specific Character Type that it's a sort of self recognition in the other kind of moment that joey isn't really equipped to handle. something about pyro wearing a physical mask but being so unabashedly themselves while joey wears metaphorical masks to the point they don't have any real clear sense of self left anymore

Engineer

i dont have much to say for chemist honestly. they're like. chill. idk maybe chemist annoys dell into cooking for him when he gets the munchies

Dell was introduced to this poor wet cat on the verge of tears who was scared of power drills and was forced into a job painting guns and went dammit I cant NOT help them figure out their damn job and they've been inseparable ever since. I imagine them in the crushing stage with dell dropping hints that he likes them and Monty being an idiot like 'haha its perfectly normal for friends to want to make out with their friends what do you mean you think i have a crush on dell???'

Engie doesn't trust joey much at first. he doesn't like the whole information field or how they seem to be always putting up a front. But that distrust waves as Joey slowly lets walls break down

Demoman

magic buddies! they hang out and talk about weird esoteric ideas about the universe and aliens and whatnot. good friends!

I dont really have much for the other two. I think he'd be good for building artists confidence and he'd probably get along well enough with joey but nothing specific jumps to mind

Heavy

for some reason i feel like heavy would adopt an older brother persona with chemist and try to get him to grow up a bit? i have no reasoning for this decision other than the fact that I like big bro heavy

he and artist trade book recommendations. heavy appreichiates the chance to practice his english and his literature degree at the same time

i think Joey's disguised but probing questions would set off alarm bells for heavy that make him shut down the conversation. probably best the two keep their distance lest joey find out something about heavy's family that heavy would rather him not know.

Spy

annoyed at the gross hippy tendancies of chemist. chemist doesn't like that spy works for the Maaan, man.

indifferent to each other. Spy feels a bit bad for them after getting curious and digging into their past and why they got shoved into merc duty.

he's professional partners with the informat. they run on a series of favors promised back and forth. they both have deep respect for the other and sometimes go out drinking together

Medic

on the one hand kind of offput by the human experimentation- on the other medic knows how to get lsd directly into the brain soooo

artist has a weird facsination with medic's work, even if you wouldn't guess that on the surface. medic enjoys having someone who's willing to listen to his ramblings about super baboon hearts or whatever

informat looked up everything he could find on medic after their first meeting. joey is very, Very scared of medic and what he's capable of doing while giggling like a school girl

Sniper

they like to drive into the desert and get stoned and look for ufos together. best friends!

you put two autistic people who are bad at starting conversations in a room together and see what happens. Absolutely nothing they never talk. Artist thinks sniper is scary cause they can't read his expressions and sniper is more than aware that artist is scared of him

Informat saw sniper wrestling a croc, got so horny he nearly passed out, and thought if they banged that would be it. oops turned out sniper's weird bluntness and outdoorsman nature have awoken long suppressed feelings in joey and he's fallen Actually in love and has no idea how to cope. somehow they start dating. sniper calls joey roo

Miss Pauling

is constantly trying to get pauling to calm down and take a break every now and then. it never works. pauling either appreciates the effort or finds it annoying depending how stressed she is

artist can't really get over the idea of her as their boss. they like pauling enough but its a very professional relationship

informat has deep respect for all the shit pauling goes through. shes incredibly good at her job, even if her job sometimes makes his job harder.

Admin

mark chemist down as scared AND horny!

god so scared. why are so many people constantly threatening them please they didn't even finish art school they didn't sign up for this!

knows far more than he should. Very invested in NOT finding out any more. Don't need to be on her radar.

Saxton hale

punching panthers is like, soo uncool man. think about mother nature!

looks up to his confiedence, also very put off by his confidence

Joey keeps a close on him for work. lots of people are interested in finding hale's weakness

#asks #my ocs #woof that took a while!

[n0-eyedtaissa]

All cocktail oc asks for PFD

𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗿 〜 if your oc can drive, what kind of vehicle do they have? do they have a dream vehicle?

phoebe can drive, but doesn’t like to drive by herself much since she was in the car accident with rafe. she had a small red mustang that got absolutely totaled. 

𝗯𝗹𝘂𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗻 〜 what does your oc wear to sleep? do they have a dedicated set of pajamas or do they just wear whatever?

phoebe gets super warm, so she’d always wearing as little clothes as she can get away with. that would also mean the same for pajamas! spots bra and shorts kinda girlie. 

𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗮 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗮𝗱𝗮 〜 if your oc has a bag or a purse, what are five things that’d be inside?

oh my god phoebe fuckin’ deluca is a Tote Bag Girl. and like all TBG’s, it’s absolutely impossible to find anything that you’re looking for in phoebe’s bag. 5 things that could (hopefully) be found in phoebe’s bag with ease would be: an alto’s tin filled with al lighter and an emergency joint, her metal tin of lip balm, her water bottle, the polaroid camera whit gave her, and a pair of sunglasses that was looking a little worse for wear. 

𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗮𝗽𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 〜 what was one of your oc’s favorite tv shows/movies as a child? do they still enjoy it now?

one of phoebe’s favorite movies as a kid was the goonies, and she definitely had a crush on the guy who played sean astin’s brother. she still loves that movie, though the novelty of the goonies has worn off now that she knows (via john b and rafe) that situations from the movie weren’t as unlikely as she thought. 

𝘄𝗼𝗼 𝘄𝗼𝗼 〜 what’s their relationship like with their parent(s)/guardian(s)?

her parents shouldn’t have been married so they divorced early. her dad moved to baltimore, whereas her mom stayed in the outer banks. she has an emotionally-distanced relationship with both of her parents; they don’t know as much about her as they think. 

𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗴𝗮𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗮 〜 does your oc have any disorders or disabilities?

she definitely has depression and anxiety, along with a touch of ptsd 

𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘀𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝗰𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗲𝗮 〜 who are some of your oc’s best friends?

maxine zhu (aka @kiara-carrera‘s oc) was one of the first real friends phoebe had made in along time. in another life, her and sarah were really close but weren’t anymore...for obvious reasons, tho sarah doesn’t blame her. 

𝗴𝗿𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗿 〜 describe your oc’s personality

she’s very quiet and reserved in a way that makes people think she’s more mysterious than she actually is. phoebe is very guarded, and it takes some time to get her to feel warmed up to folks, but once she does she will not shut up ever. 

𝗷𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗹𝗲 𝗯𝗶𝗿𝗱 〜 has your oc ever made any choices they regret?

how much time do we have? phoebe could easily provide a bullet-point list 

𝗵𝗮𝗿𝘃𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 〜 post some images or a moodboard that fit your oc’s aesthetic

𝗱𝗶𝗿𝘁𝘆 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗻𝗮 〜 post a song or a lyric that fits your oc

𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗶 〜 does your oc’s name or design reference anything? i.e. music, movies, etc

her first name came from miss phoebe bridgers. her last name was inspired by a) maria deluca from roswell, nm along with the last name of one of the khaki scouts from the movie moonrise kingdom! 

𝗺𝗼𝗷𝗶𝘁𝗼 〜 does your oc have any tattoos and/or piercings? if so, what are they? if not, do they want any?

she has her bellybutton pierced and a handful up her earlobes that were mostly done and home under the influence of too much alcohol

𝗱𝗮𝗶𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗿𝗶 〜 is your oc a smoker? (tobacco, cannabis, etc.) if so, do they plan on quitting?

she only smokes cigarettes if she’s been drinking, which was a rarity nowadays though that wasn’t always the case. but she’s definitely a weed girlie, it’s the only substance she’ll let herself indulge in given her past

𝗺𝗶𝗺𝗼𝘀𝗮 〜 has your oc ever committed any crimes? if so, what did they do? if not, what would they be most likely to commit?

she was charged with a hit and run, though she wasn’t actually the one who was driving, just the one who was found at the scene. 

𝘁𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗹𝗮 𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗲 〜 what kind of hobbies does your oc enjoy? is there anything they’ve always wanted to do but never had the time/resources to try?

she likes reading and has been trying to get back into it. her new boyfriend, whit, is a photography fan and has been encouraging her to take more photos given her artful eye. 

𝗺𝗮𝗶 𝘁𝗮𝗶 〜 how was your oc’s life growing up? did they do well in school if they attended? do they have any awkward teenage memories?

she had a good childhood but things got rocky in her late teens and proceeded to go Further Downhill for awhile, but now phoebe’s on the upswing. she was good at school but just the Regular kind of good, she wasn’t valedictorian nor did she participate in any extra curriculars. 

𝗯𝗹𝘂𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘄𝗮𝗶𝗶 〜 does your oc speak any other language(s)? if they didn’t learn to speak the language(s) when they were growing up, when and why did they learn it?

she took spanish in high school thinking it would be useful but she’s forgotten most of it. she thinks that french would be a romantic language to learn, but she probably wouldn’t pursue it since it would take so much time to learn. 

𝗰𝘂𝗯𝗮 𝗹𝗶𝗯𝗿𝗲 〜 if your oc wears any perfume/cologne, what’s their favorite?

i dont have anything specific to reference, but she’d definitely smell like saltwater, rose, smoke, and suntan lotion

𝗰𝗮𝗶𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗵𝗮 〜 what does your oc’s voice sound like?

phoebe’s fc, maika monroe, is all-around what i picture phoebe looking and sounding like. 

𝗴𝗶𝗻 𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗲𝘆 〜 what does your oc consider to be their best feature? alternatively, what’s something they’re most self conscious about?

she thinks she has a nice smile and thinks that the years she spent wearing braces were worth all of the hassle in the end. 

𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗵𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗮𝗻 〜 what kind of people does your oc hate the most?

rafe cameron and anyone remotely like him. she’s not a particularly hateful person but she’ll fully make exceptions for him. 

#i fully love that everyone has adopted calling her PFD #obx oc: phoebe deluca #insp: phoebe #exes: phoebe and rafe #rafe cameron x oc

[steppedoffaflight]

what's cozy grove?

If you google it, people will say “just like animal crossing”, which is technically right but not really what’s going on so I’ll try to summarize it better 😂

It’s a game you play in real calendar time, like animal crossing, but it’s a story-driven game where you’re a “spirit scout” (like a girl scout but you specialize in helping spirits cross over) and as part of your scout program you are supposed to do a solo camp at Cozy Cove and through a boating mishap end up at Cozy Grove. Which is an island that has been wiped out forever and therefore has a TON of spirits. The game is really beautiful, the spirits are really cute bears, and like animal crossing the way the game advances is through running errands for them. The more errands you run for each bear, the higher your relationship with them, the clearer their memories become of their past life (they’ve been dead so long they often remember very little).

Also, unlike animal crossing, the game does not recognize if you skip days logging in. Which eases a lot of anxiety for me bc I hate periods of not playing animal crossing and coming back to mad villagers and a ton of weeds to collect. I have a mac so unfortunately have to subscribe to Apple Arcade to play it. But I like that I can play it on my laptop and pick up my save on my phone, so I begrudgingly ended up liking it despite my hate for subscription apps.

#asks #literally everything on google will say ‘a spooky animal crossing!!’ and that was all the info I had to start lmfao #ALSO by spooky it’s like a cute spooky #genuinely nothing scary about the game just kind of like a fall/Halloween aesthetic ya know

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Fulfillment is still one of the world's greatest mysteries. In this regard, knowing the best strains for female arousal is crucial, especially when devising a strategy to avoid it.

When you consider the clearly visible effects that marijuana has on your mind and body, it's not surprising that it should help your libido, lower restraints, and make your orgasms more extraordinary and longer-lasting. Despite the fact that no studies have been conducted at this time, numerous anecdotal reports highlight a few strains as being more likely to assist you in having a good time in the room than others.

Very much like what many studies propose, the estimation and identification of how different consumption methods of cannabis work on sexual activity,

Lots of anecdotal proof about cannabis science focuses on working on sexual craving in various ways. To assist you with understanding it further, it assumes a significant role as far as the endocannabinoid system, or ECS, of the human body.

Cannabis ingested or consumed in any capacity, whether it goes through the digestive system or, on the other hand, in the event that it gets directly to your real system, can affect your sexual drive.

Best Strains for Female Arousal

Do Si Dos

The best weed, or the one that beat the rundown of the best strains for sex, is, as a matter of fact, Do Si Dos. It's an indica-dominant strain that has THC levels that can reach as high as 30%. These indica-dominant buds don't waste any time messing with your head; they instead go straight for the body, filling it with a boisterous physical buzz that improves each sensation and makes your toes twist with joy.

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Wedding Cake

There are also cannabis strains for pre-sex or strains that are fantastic, if you are looking for something to get your pinion wheels turning. Wedding Cake is possibly the best weed strain, though it isn't particularly awesome.

The Wedding Cake is generally renowned for its capacity to be straightforward and treat chronic pain as well as relieve muscle spasms; however, one of its most outstanding side impacts would be the sensation of extreme arousal because of its essential terpenes, which incorporate myrcene, limonene, and caryophyllene.

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Strawberry Cough

This profoundly intense sativa strain is generally well known and renowned for the manner in which it incites a "smoker's cough" when smoked. Cannabis research recommends that high-profile terpenes like limonene and caryophyllene are successful in giving that elevating, euphoric, yet cool-headed feeling.

It helps open your brain more while keeping you loose at a wide range of times. Strawberry Cough, a hybrid of Strawberry Fields and Haze, is truly outstanding and one of the best marijuana strains used for its energetic, garrulous, and heightening of sexual desires.

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Aside from pain relief, Green Crack has been reported by many users to have a high level of sexual arousal. All kinds of people left certain criticisms about Green Crack, which helped them endure longer in bed.

The inspiring impacts of this specific sativa-dominant strain will keep you centered and energetic and will lend locomotion to your general social action.

Granddaddy Purple

Numerous cannabis users and experts report that the Granddaddy Purple has affected them and their bodies in varying ways. Be that as it may, when it came to sexual inclinations, many were genuinely normal.

The Granddaddy Purple also has this euphoria-acting myrcene, likewise thought to be perhaps its most intense terpene. This cannabis strain is directly derived from crossing and breeding Skunk, Afghanistan Kush, and Mendo Purps.

It is one of the most well-known indica strains, with around 17% indica. You'll appreciate it as a result of its tropical flavor, but also in addition to how it will quiet you from head to toe, lessening anxiety and elevating your sensation of being loose, quiet, and sexually stimulated.

ACDC

Last, but undoubtedly not least, on this rundown is the ACDC strain. This CBD-dominant strain is a Cannatonic phenotype and is known to have practically no intoxicating or high effects, but is nevertheless compelling in keeping clients loose, engaged, energetic, and tranquil all around.

As a sativa-dominant strain with 14% CBD and under 1% THC, ACDC will not deliver any intoxicating results. All things being equal, it will assist you with dealing with different afflictions like epilepsy, anxiety, and the hurtful effects of chemotherapy.

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Final words

Finding the right marijuana strain to smoke resembles picking the right scented candles to set the mood. It requires a touch of understanding about how fragrances and flavors assist with lifting you and your partner's mindset. In any case, there isn't a scented light on the market that will directly improve your mental state while using cannabis.

Continue to start with a low dose and measure how much you and your partner need to consume as well as what exercises you need to understand, as you don't want to get "couch-locked." With the right cannabis blend, your lovemaking session will feel next level and can last as long as you need.

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better with time. Ch 16

you're not safe.

You're hit with a harsh reality check. Just because you're not out there, beyond the walls, doesn't mean you're safe. (AO3)

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“What are we doing here... it’s been two hours and nothing.” Connie complained, holding his head in his hands. Sasha only hummed lazily in response, a blank look to her eyes. You shook your head at their conversation before averting your attention to Bertholdt’s and Reiner’s chess game.

“Think of it like a day off, we don’t have any training or expeditions today since we’re here. We aren’t even dressed for work.” Sasha said after the quiet threatened to put her to sleep.

“Don’t you find that odd? Being in our plain clothes and not allowed to do anything. Even more suspicious, everyone outside is armed...” Reiner chimed in while Bertholdt took his time expertly deciding where to place his rook. You shifted uncomfortably, knowing exactly why everyone was here unarmed. They’re investigating us to weed out any more titans in the ranks, and it only makes sense that you’re here too, according to Hange. You decided to change to subject before the scouts got any more suspicious.

“W-what are expeditions like? On a good day, I mean?” You asked awkwardly. The table lapsed into silence for a moment before Bertholdt responded.

“On an ideal expedition no one dies, we count how many titans are within forty kilometers of the wall, and then we head home by lunch. We haven't experienced an ideal expedition.” He cleared his throat after his last comment and watched as Reiner placed his knight down onto the wooden chess board.

“Oh... I’m sorry I shouldn’t have asked––”

“No, don’t be sorry Y/N it all comes with the work! Bertholdt and I understand as much, I’m not too sure about these kids here.” He said, chuckling as he nodded towards Connie and Sasha starting a lazy game of I Spy.

“Kids? Aren’t you only a few years older than them?” You laughed, getting to know Reiner more today was nice. He seemed like a funny guy and dependable, at the very least by the younger scouts. You adored his close relationship to Bertholdt, they seemed a lot like brothers in your eyes. A faint blush tickled Reiner’s cheeks at your words, making Bertholdt stifle a small laugh before refocusing himself with the game of chess.

“I like to think of myself as a big brother to a lot of these guys.” He said, stumbling over his words just a bit, you supposed he’s shy when talking about his feelings.

“I like to think of you as a warrior...” Bertholdt cuts in, he had a small smile on his lips but they didn’t quite reach his eyes. You didn’t pay that any mind, no one else seemed to notice besides Reiner anyway.

“Well anyway, Y/N, how old are you?” The blonde brute asked, changing the subject. You thought about it for a moment, you thought about your features and how you looked in the mirror. You didn’t look old per say but in your heart, you knew you weren’t around their age. The way you carried yourself, you factored in the time you spent as a titan, and how when you woke up your hair was overgrown. You can’t imagine you had your hair so long it almost dusted the floor in your past life so you decided to take a guess.

“To be generous, I’ll guess I’m in my twenties at the very least. Twenty-five to shoot for the middle?” You added, shrugging your shoulders.

“Oh really? You don’t look a day over a hundred!” A snarky voice called from over your shoulder. It was Ymir, she stood behind you with two drinks in hand, one for herself and the other, you imagined, was for Christa. You frowned at her words, but shook them off with a small laugh.

“One hundred and twenty-five then, I suppose.” You said, giving Ymir a short smile. Ymir tried to look annoyed with you but her resolve crumbled, a small smirk playing around her lips. Up close you noted the way her freckles danced about as she spoke, her eyes narrowing at you, no real venom to it. Ymir was interesting to say the least, though thorny from time to time.

“Ymir! Stop teasing!” Christa called from the back of the room, without missing a beat Ymir turned on her heels and made her way back to her friend.

“Alright alright, I’m only playing around!” You heard her say nonchalantly. Turning back to your table you caught Bertholdt and Reiner sharing some intense eye contact before they broke away and looked back to the game before them. It was odd but you couldn’t think more about it before Connie and Sasha showered you with questions.

“Do you remember anything about being a titan?!” Sasha asked, scooting over to be across from you. Connie scooched forward now too into your personal space to ask his own invasive questions.

“Was it fun being so big? Do people even taste good?” He asked, his golden eyes boring into your own. His eyes were so large it was almost unnerving, you pushed back on his shoulders so that he was sitting properly again and not leaning forward to you.

“Okay, okay! I don’t remember much alright, and I definitely don’t remember... eating anybody. I’m glad for that!” You said, and for the next half hour you answered questions, paying no mind to the way you drew attention from other scouts, or the way Ymir’s stare made the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.

“So... How’d you come back?” Connie asked, his brows knitted together in thought.

“W-well, I hadn’t eaten so the... my titan was frail. Hange told me they don’t need to eat to survive but still I was weakened. Hadn’t moved for years and just suddenly it’s like I could hear the outside world. But with my own regular ears, it was muffled, and my back felt warm. And so... I just moved, and it felt different. It wasn’t the titan but my own body. I’m not sure I think time and lack of food, and the fact that I somehow kept sane through it all helped. That’s all I remember. I’m not even sure how or why I was a titan. It sounds impossible!” You said, finally silencing yourself after rambling trying to piece together your past.

“Well from our perspective, Levi all but ripped you from out of that titan. We thought you were eaten and cutting your way out with all the steam but it was coming out of you too.” Reiner said, his once laxed attitude nowhere to be found. He sounded serious and cold now, the muscles of his arms flexed.

“He dropped you in Reiner’s arms and we took you back to base. You looked like Eren with the little titan muscle things attached to your face. Egh!” Sasha added, sounding a little queasy as she recalled the events. Your brows raised; this was news to you. You touched at your cheek as you took in her words.

“And you were naked.” Connie added, snickering as he disclosed the information. A furious blush formed on your face, frazzled you slammed your head down onto the table before you to hide your shame. The force knocking over a few pieces of Bertholdt and Reiner’s chess game to the point that they decided to abandon the game all together.

“Why would you tell me that!” You whined, Connie always seemed like the childish type, his playful antics only growing with Sasha nearby. You groaned, what a great first impression you had with Levi. Hell, with the rest of the scouts as well. You were so new to everything that happened the moment you were free that you hadn’t even noticed you were unclothed. You continued to furiously shake your head, trying in vain to free yourself from the memory.

“That looks like a good idea.” Sasha said with a yawn. She dropped her own head harshly onto the wooden table, for a nap you suppose. She was only there for a moment before she snapped her head up, a fear-stricken expression on her.

“I hear thuds! Like footsteps!” She shouted, out of breath. You didn’t understand what was happening but she caught the attention of everyone in the room. A bead of sweat slipped down Reiner’s face.

“Get serious Sasha... If you’re suggesting that there’s titans that would mean... That would mean that Wall Rose fell.” He said, not sounding like he wanted to believe Sasha’s words, but his expression told another story.

Titans... here?

“Titans are coming?” You said, your voice trembling, you hadn’t seen a titan since you were a titan. The anxiety pierced through your, your heart thrumming painfully fast.

“It’s true! I really hear it!” She said standing with her hands in the air. Your hands began to tremble, palms feeling clammy. Bertholdt noticed your fear, his eyes darting between you and Reiner. Before Sasha could continue, Nanaba was outside the window with a cold look in her eye.

“Multiple titans, five hundred meters to the south. They’re coming right this way.” She informed, addressing the room. Your mouth fell open, this couldn’t be happening. You never had time to address your own fear of titans. You had struggled with nightmares of them and of the hell you endured out there. You shook your head slowly, trying to will your mind that this was all a very vivid dream.

“No...”

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[thejudgingtrash]

Virgin Percy and chad Annabeth omg

Here you go, love! :D Also kids feel free to stay away. It’s sfw/nothing explicit is going on, everyone is an adult but obviously there are small references about sex.

Let me swing that cliched trope, anon! :D also thank you again Torie @percyheartsannabeth ^^

Red Solo Cup (WC: 2.4k)

It didn’t come as a surprise to Percy that Annabeth rushed past him into his apartment and threw herself onto the sofa. She basically was at home at the Jackson’s and a more than welcome guest. “What happened?” Percy asked.

“Broke off with Ethan,” the blonde shrugged and grabbed his cherry coke. Another boyfriend that the college freshman dumped, another nonchalant reaction from his 19-year-old friend. Percy had learned early on not to ask Annabeth why her relationships didn’t work out. His best friend would rage into a monologue for hours and talk about every little detail. Every single one.

From the small size of a penis, to the number of warts her ex’s grandma had. Every detail. Percy had been burned more than once before.

“Well another one bites the dust,” the young woman said and turned her favorite show on. Percy had to admit. He was jealous. Whereas Annabeth was living her fullest and free as a bird with relationships and flings, he didn’t. Instead of hanging out with new friends, he stayed in and babysat his sister. His interactions were mostly limited to group chats. The Dominican rarely got out. Percy didn’t know whether it was social anxiety speaking or just an extreme case of introversion.

He looked okay, passable. According to some of Annabeth’s girlfriends he was cute and looked exotic, although he didn’t like that word. Having light eyes and a deep complexion shouldn’t count as looking exotic. Percy wasn’t built like his cousin Charles Beckendorf and he also didn’t have the charm of Annabeth’s ex Luke Castellan. Or the coolness of Annabeth’s latest fallen boyfriend Ethan Nakamura. But he was passable. More than fine. Not a huge slob, a great listener, an amazing cook and a great friend. So how come he never had a real relationship. How come that he never had been kissed, that he still remained a virgin to that day? Was his quietness that off putting? Percy just hoped that he wouldn’t join the crazy ranks of 40-year-old incels spewing their bullshit online and potentially harming people. He just wanted to find his soulmate he could cover in his baking goods.

“What’s going on?” asked Annabeth who was confused at his silence. Percy was usually way more talkative and would fight for the remote control because he hated watching her dramas.

“I don’t know. I’d really like to meet someone to talk to,” he confessed and didn’t dare to look her in the eyes.

“Huh? What do you mean? We’re talking right now.” She took another sip from his drink.

Percy rolled his eyes. “That’s not what I meant. I’d like to have a relationship. Explore crushes and love and all of that.”

Annabeth was surprised. She didn’t know that being single annoyed him that much. “Oh please. Relationships are overrated. Trust me.”

“It’s not just that. I haven’t got any experience.” Percy was a terrible flirter. Sweaty palms, accelerated heartbeat, and stuttering. Middle school and high school had been hell. “I haven’t even kissed someone and I’m nearly twenty!”

“So what? You’re making a deal out of this. It’s so weird and just not like you. That literally doesn’t matter in the grand scheme of life. Don’t force it. When you’re ready, you’re ready.” His friend shrugged. “Also, if I remember correctly, we have kissed before.”

A sloppy wet kiss that Percy buried deep into the darkest pits of his mind.

“Come on, Annabeth.” Percy rolled his eyes. He almost would have been offended if he hadn’t been so tired. “That was in ninth grade and part of truth or dare.”

Annabeth crossed her arms. “I still think that counts!” she disagreed.

Percy just sunk into the sofa and sighed. “Alright. How many people have I kissed that haven’t been you?”

Annabeth remained quiet. Percy had a point. He really didn’t go out to meet new people. Meet new friends or acquaintances. Meet someone who he could see as a date. The blonde felt uneasy and licked her lips. Her gaze rested on the young man next to her who had a sour expression on her face and continued watching Grey’s Anatomy against his wishes.

“Okay, Mr. I’d like a relationship. There’s a party next week at Reyna’s,” Annabeth started and caught his attention.

“You want to have some experiences? That’ll be the place to be and see what you’ve got. You’re in?”

Percy had to admit. He felt uneasy and nervous. But then he sealed his fate and nodded.

“Okay, let’s go to bed, I’m tired.” Annabeth and he sleeping in the same bed was a habit they had ever since they were nine and it never stopped.

The week passed. Seminars and classes had been attended and assignments were half way done. Friday evening was the time where everyone was finally letting loose. Percy was getting ready in his room.

Annabeth’s advice was a text she had sent an hour earlier which only said don’t show up naked, wear something comfortable. Not particularly helpful. He settled for a white dress shirt and dark jeans. Perhaps too much, perhaps too little. He wasn’t a party person so he wouldn’t know. It wasn’t much until he saw Annabeth in front of Reyna’s house where people were already drinking and laughing in front of it. She was speaking to a little group of people and seemingly cracked a joke as they began to laugh.

“Percy!” She waved him over. She looked good in her jeans and the dark crop top. Lose golden curls that rested on her shoulders. The group dissolved and entered the house.

Annabeth examined him. “You look good,” she smiled.

“Likewise.”

Annabeth’s mouth was agape. Then she laughed. “You really need a lesson in flirting. Let me be your teacher.” He’d rather not. Annabeth in hunting mode was something you only wanted to witness once.

As soon as they stepped into the house, they were greeted by clouds of weed, sweat and cheap alcohol. A brunette shadow walked up to them.

“Perseus! You made it!” Reyna hugged him and he stiffly hugged her back. Yes, he was that bad with people. Even people he had known for years.

“Hi Reyna,” he laughed. Reyna raised an eyebrow and looked at Annabeth. The native Puerto Rican thought that Percy would bounce like he always did.

“Reyna!” Thalia, Reyna’s girlfriend called for her.

“Okay, see you guys around.” Reyna excused herself.

Annabeth turned to Percy. “Alright. Let’s scout and watch out for some prey for you.”

“You’re making it sound like you’re Bear Grylls ready to fight for some survival shit.” Percy was weirded out. Party Annabeth was scary.

Annabeth laughed and slapped his shoulder. “That’s basically the spirit.”

He followed her into the living room which was full of drunkards shouting and grinding over the worst DJ Khaled remix that he has ever heard. Before Annabeth could talk about the plans she had in her mind for Percy, the fates had other intentions for them.

“Oh hey! Annabeth, right?” Some blond schmuck approached them. He looked like a trust fund baby that has never heard the word no in his life before.

“Octavian! Oh my god, it’s been a while!” They hugged and Percy felt incredibly awkward. Being the third wheel was not fun.

“Who’s that?” Octavian eyes the tall young man behind her.

“Oh, that’s just Percy, don’t mind him.” Ouch. That hurt.

“I’m going to get myself something to drink. You two have fun,” Percy decided. Annabeth waved and promptly forgot about him.

Percy fought his way to the kitchen. He had forgotten how rude drunk and high people could be, especially when they loved to block paths. As he entered the kitchen, he ran into someone. A young woman with auburn hair and a frown on her face.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, are you okay?” He asked and helped her stand up right.

“Oh yeah. I’m just tired of this place. Why did I agree to come to this party?” she sighed and was glad that the cute stranger wasn’t part of the annoying drunk crowd.

“I feel you. I hate this,” he sighed. They both shared a smile and a laugh.

“Why did we agree to this?” she giggled.

“I guess we like to torture ourselves,” Percy chuckled. She was nice. Found an instant liking to her. “Percy,” he introduced himself.

“Call me Calypso,” she smiled. An instant connection had been made.

“Want to drink something? Non-alcoholic that is?” Percy proposed and hoped that his voice didn’t crack.

“Gladly,” she left and took his hand.

It dawned Annabeth slowly. She had forgotten something. Didn’t she come to this party with an intention? Not just drinking and dancing. But something else. The college student had been talking to Octavian, danced with him, talked a bit with his friends and now they were alone again. It was abundantly clear that he was interested in a short fling.

“Oh fuck,” she remembered what she had forgotten. Or more who she had forgotten. Percy. Where was he?

“Huh?” Octavian asked.

“I’ve got to check in on a friend, don’t move, I’ll be right back,” the blonde smiled and winked.

“Oh, alright.” Octavian said. He was trapped in Annabeth’s web. Just the way she liked it.

Annabeth looked out for Percy. She had seen her friends Piper, Clarisse, Hazel and Reyna again but none of them had seen him. Annabeth checked her phone. Apart from Instagram stories that had been shared frantically, no new messages. Percy was the type to text her immediately should he leave. Hell, he would have told her in person.

She reentered the living room with a frown on her face. Her gray eyes scanned the area and actually found his messy black haircut on the dancefloor fairly easy. Percy and dancing. A smile slipped onto Annabeth’s face. Then it dropped. Percy wasn’t working it in the middle of the room alone. He had his hands around the waist of a curvy small brunette. Percy had gotten his wish. The entire purpose of this operation was to meet someone new. And the way he threw his head back to laugh proved that he fairly enjoyed himself.

Annabeth felt a thing and that one thing only: boiling rage. Her feet acted immediately. She marched to the dancefloor and pushed everyone aside that had been in her way until she got to Percy and the mysterious girl at his side.

“Percy! There you are!” Annabeth said and threw herself onto him in a hug and broke his embrace with the stranger. Then she grabbed him and pulled him out of the crowd. Confused, the mystery girl followed them.

Percy was perplexed and looked down at Annabeth, who was behaving very oddly. That was not the usual chill Annabeth he knew. Percy looked to Calypso and saw the hurt in her eyes. Oh no, she must think we’re together, he thought.

“Uh, Calypso this is Annabeth, a friend of mine,” Percy explained and saw how the brunette visibly relaxed.

“Best friend you meant to say,” Annabeth corrected and stole his red solo cup. She had to admit that being reduced to a friend hurt her way too much. Her smile cracked at the taste of soda instead of a delicious liquor. She had forgotten that Percy was a non-drinker in the heat of the moment. She needed something that would wash her annoyance away. Annabeth shook hands with that Calypso girl.

“Calypso, like the dance?” she asked with a slightly condescending tone.

“Uh yeah, exactly. Like the dance.” Calypso said and raised an eyebrow as Annabeth got a hold of Percy’s arm.

Percy looked back to Annabeth and gently tried to pry her off. Her grip only tightened, and her fingernails dug into his skin.

“And what is this supposed to be?” Calypso asked and pointed at Annabeth who claimed Percy’s complete right side. She sounded annoyed.

“Nothing,” Annabeth innocently smiled. The cold harsh look in her eyes said something else.

“Um, Annabeth, weren’t you talking with that Octavian guy? Or what was his name?” Percy’s discomfort was clear, and Annabeth ignored the hint.

“Oh yes, but I’d rather spend my time with you!” she grinned and didn’t let go of him.

“Sorry girlie but it’s clear that you’re ruining our moment.” Calypso’s hand waved between her and Percy.

“What moment? Am I not allowed to hang out with my best friend?” The irritation in Annabeth’s voice rose. Percy and Calypso looked at her in shock.

“If he’s your best friend, then I’m pretty sure that you’ll see enough of him? Just leave.” Calypso rolled her eyes.

“What if I don’t want to?” Annabeth innocently pouted and tilted her head. “Percy’s always there for me which is what I want right now. Sorry Calypso. We’re having a moment right now.”

Calypso’s mouth pressed into a thin line. Annabeth enjoyed seeing her frustration rise up.

“Alright, listen Annabeth normally I wouldn’t say this but you-” Calypso’s eyes widened. Annabeth had turned Percy’s head to herself and pressed a kiss onto his lips.

Percy’s eyes widened before they automatically shut down. Annabeth was an excellent kisser and her soft lips felt like a dream. Percy had to admit that he enjoyed the kiss. He enjoyed it way too much. Then he broke it off. Shock was written on his face and his eyes wandered from the all too pleased Annabeth to a speechless and hurt Calypso.

“I can’t believe it.” Calypso shook her head, turned around and left.

Annabeth smiled a victorious grin. Then she looked up to Percy and saw him for the first time. Not as a friend, but as a handsome guy that she happened to know all too well. His sea green eyes scanned her face and his lips were slightly parted.

“Annabeth, what in the fuck was that-” Annabeth cut him off with yet another kiss that she deepened. This time Percy didn’t break the kiss off. He held her tight and touched her warm back. He felt her grinning between the kisses.

“Come with me.” Annabeth said. She didn’t give him a choice. She took his hand and dragged him out of the building. Party be damned, they could celebrate at home amongst other activities. Alone.

“What are you doing? Where are we going?” Percy asked.

“Oh,” she said and turned around to look him in the eyes. “I’m just making sure that no one else is bothering you.”

The End

Tbh, I don’t mind me some hot girl Annabeth... Thanks again for the suggestion, anon!

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[horrordeny]

𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

FULL NAME.  Scout Louise Daley   PRONUNCIATION.  Daley is said like Daily  NICKNAME. n/a GENDER. non binary   HEIGHT.  6′1, or 186cm  AGE.   24 ZODIAC.   gemini. SPOKEN LANGUAGES.    English, Spanish 

    𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

HAIR COLOR.    died bleach blond, naturally dark brown   EYE COLOR.   brown   SKIN TONE.     pale   BODY TYPE.   tall, lanky and awkward, all elbows and knees that she never quite grew into properly    DOMINANT HAND.    right. POSTURE.  Hunched in on herself, never quite at her full height   SCARS.  some small ones on her legs and arms from years of getting into scrapes, a more noticeable one on her right temple just above her eyebrow, surgery scar on her left arms from a nasty break that had to be set with plates and screws   TATTOOS.    An alien smoking weed on her right shoulder, a slice of pizza on her left forearm, the Myrtle Spring’s Detective Club logo on her inner right wrist . BIRTHMARKS.     none. FEATURE(S).    her lankiness, her tattoos, the fact she clearly hasn’t had a decent nights sleep in like 6 years 

    𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 !

PLACE OF BIRTH.   Myrtle Springs, Washington   HOMETOWN.     Myrtle Springs, Washington    MANNER OF BIRTH regular vaginal birth  FIRST WORDS.   no     SIBLINGS.    n/a. PARENTS.   Tara & Jerry Daley   PARENTAL INVOLVEMENT.  fuck tara and jerry, all me and my pals hate tara and jerry. they didn’t want a child, they wanted something to brag to their friends about that would say yes sir no yes ma’am, do well at school, and never talk back. Scout was pressured to be the perfect child in every respect from her grades to her extra-curriculars to her work with the MSDC and reputation around town. Scout can count on one hand the amount either of them said they were proud of her, and it takes a huge toll on her mental health and self worth for her whole life

    𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 !

OCCUPATION.  Shitty generic retail job and occasional baby sitting  CURRENT RESIDENCE.  Tiny apartment in California   CLOSE FRIENDS.   Verse dependent, is generally a very distant and emotionally closed off person and as such has very few real friends.   RELATIONSHIP STATUS. Single   FINANCIAL STATUS.   Scraping by pay check to pay check   DRIVER’S LICENSE.   yep   CRIMINAL RECORD.    none.

    𝐬𝐞𝐱 & 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 !

SEXUAL ORIENTATION.     lesbian  PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE.     submissive  |  dominant  |  switch.  PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE.     submissive  |  dominant |  switch. LIBIDO.   low   TURN ON’S.  If you call her any variation of pretty boy or handsome she’ll absolutely melt, generally just Loves gender affirmation in the bedroom   TURN OFF’S.  anything too rough, she likes to keep things light and fun   LOVE LANGUAGE. Words of affirmation and acts of service   RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES. She’s never really been in a meaningful relationship due to isolating herself so heavily thanks to her trauma. As such she would be very slow to enter a new relationship, and likely take a long time to settle into it, and would fall into her bad habits of always putting other people’s feelings and opinions before her own even when there’s no need to 

    𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 !

CHARACTER’S THEME SONG. Basket Case by Green Day   HOBBIES TO PASS TIME. Surprisingly artsy and likes to sketch and people watch at various cheap cafes, goes jogging relatively often, getting stoned and laying in bed all day isn’t a hobby per say but she does it anyway   ILLNESSES.  Generalized anxiety Disorder and depression that leads to dissociative episodes when things are particularly rough   LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED.  right .  PHOBIAS. Dislikes the dark and often sleeps with fairy lights on, very uneasy in forested areas, the feeling of rain against her bare arms makes her super anxious for reasons she can’t remember, her biggest fear is being left alone to face something like she did as a teen   SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL. terrible  VULNERABILITIES. She’s a young woman who has a lot of trauma and mental health issues that haven’t been addressed, she sleeps terribly and suffers with nightmares (either her own or those of others) most nights, she’s a mess 

TAGGED BY. stole it from my other blog   TAGGING.  idk who has and hasn’t done this yet so if you haven’t and want to then do so and @ me!

#&&. whatever happened to the teenage dream? (about) #&&. dash meme

[mxnltimoon]

— && guests may mistake me as ( Anne Hathaway ), but really i am ( Petra Zetsev + cisfemale + she/her ) and my DOB is ( 02/14/1990 ). i am a ( model/influencer ) and would like to stay in suite ( 307 ). i won’t be much of a bother because i am ( + reserved, kind, generous ), but i can also be ( - intimidating, quick-tempered) at times. personally, i like ( photography, reading romance novels, writing in my free time, cooking anything on Pinterest) when i have the time to relax, and my favorite snack is ( sweet potato fries ) to have in my suite. thank you for checking in!

Hello y’all! My name is Danny my pronouns are they/them and I can’t wait to RP with all y’all!!!

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FAQ

name: Petra Milan Zetsev
nickname: Milly (mother and maybe her best friend ONLY)
age: 30
date of birth: Feb 14th 1990
place of birth: Moscow, Russia
spoken languages: English, Russian, Italian
gender: Cisfemale
sexuality: Bisexual

nationality: American

ethnicity: Italian, Russian
hair color: Brown
eye color: Brown
skin color: Fair
height: 5’8

smokes? Rarely
drinks? Yes
drugs? Only weed and only with her best friend. She’s very secretive about that.

positive traits: Diligent, Organized, Professional
negative traits: Impatient, Ill-tempered
moral alignment: neutral good

Tw: eating disorder, depression, anxiety


Backstory

Petra born in Moscow, Russia—although she lived in a nearby town with her mother and father. Her life was quite normal, busy working mother and a stay at home father who worked in his office. And when she was a little girl she stayed with her dad almost all of the time. Over the years it became very clear that her mother and father just weren’t working right and they got a divorce a few months after Petra’s 6th birthday. Her father got a job with an American company and he was tasked with moving to the states. Petra had a decision to make, mom or dad? She thought it over and realized she couldn’t be without her father, especially when he relationship with her mom was so rocky. So, they packed their bags and left and landed in New York City.

Petra learned quickly to adapt. She didn’t want to be known as the weird Russian girl. She wanted to be known by her name. As the years went by, she became known around her school as a sweet girl, popular with the boys, straight A student, super active in clubs, beloved by her classmates. She was an athlete, a dancer, and found her voice on stage as well whether it was singing or acting. She made a point to be kind to every single person she came in contact with, earning her favor with people of all types whether it be teachers, students, or strangers.

As she got older she started to earn that same favor with modeling scouts and agencies, paired with her killer smile, kind attitude, and willingness to listen she was a perfect model to start young. She was 16 when she had her first shoot, earning her even more popularity at school. Moving into college she had earned bigger gigs, using her money to take care of herself and her father. She loved being in the spotlight and she was humble about, making her lovable to fans and employers alike. However there was a dark side to fame like that—a side that makes you more self critical, a side that makes you angry when you can’t do it right, a side that makes you want to be perfect.

Perfection started to become her enemy—only 19 and already addicted to fad diets and the pills to match. It was obvious she was getting thinner, which was getting her less commercial jobs and more high fashion. All the while her father was getting more and more worried but she kept insisting she was fine. She at the peak of her modeling career and it could only go up from here, not to mention she was nearly finished with her freshman year of college. Her grades were great and her friends were greater. She couldn’t have been happier, even if her habits were going to land her in the hospital.

During her sophomore year of college, she met her best friend. And to her pleasant surprise, he didn’t care too much about modeling or fashion or anything like that. He knew who she was but her job wasn’t her. She was an individual. And that really hooked her. They were thick as thieves—partners in crime. If you ever wanted to know where Petra was, it was right by his side. And they never tired of each other. He knew everything about her and she knew everything about him, and as their friendship grew so did her love for him. They’d talked about it jokingly, drunkenly, never sober—being together. What would it be like to hold each other and look up at the stars...but she knew it couldn’t happen. Her other friends were constantly telling her she was out of his league. Since she’d started to hang out with him she’d been gaining weight back, she was going to get smile lines, she was outside too much and getting more tan. But wasn’t that a good thing?

By her senior year she’d ditched her shit friends and stayed by her best friends side yet again. And by that time she was starting on her road to both recovery and a suggestion from her PR team—social media. Her and her best friend moved downtown together and he used his major to his advantage. He was apart of her team, well, the business side of it. His computer science and economics skills were coming in handy when she started to build her brand.

Within the next year, Petra had launched her own natural makeup brand. The premise was inspired by her bestie, being your true self is being your best self. So do what you want. Kick butt and take names. Don’t let other people determine your happy—YOU determine your happiness. And along with her brand she’d become an influencer with a focus on body positivity and inspiring girls recovering from eating disorders all over the world. Petra Zetsev was becoming a household name.

But as her popularity grew, so did her PR team’s obsession with her self image. They loved her genuine care for people and the way her brand encouraged individuality but...not for her. And not for her best friend either. It was obvious that things between them were very real and people could’ve already assumed they were dating. But her PR team needed her to keep her following and to gain even more. So they set her up with someone else, saying her bestie was just not cool enough for her. A pretty boy with a pretty attitude. He was sweet but...he wasn’t her best friend. Just the things she had to put up with to keep her image together.

The Present

Petra lives with her boyfriend, not liking the set up too much but enjoying the hotel. She’s here on business with her whole team, best friend and all. And she’s beyond busy and stressed. Her business is booming and she’s networking her way through the city. Find her easily at a lavish event or making content for instagram with her boyfriend—her following just eats that shit up.

Personality

- Petra is a sweet person, but she’s very reserved and a bit closed off. She’s not one to easily share things about herself...unless she’s drunk.

- The only time she ever gets aggressive it when she’s pushed to her limit. Then you’d better get the hell out of her way.

- She has tried so hard to be a good girl for her boyfriend, and quickly honestly surprised he was still around.

- She loves to read books, drink tea, and get into a cozy sweater.

- She’s very big on personal space and typically doesn’t like to be touched.

Wanted Connections

- Friends (old/new)

- Drinking buddies

- People she’s networking with

#malnatiintro #muse;intro #FUCKIN FINALLY

[enbiart]

Paranoia

Words: 1.7k

Summary:

The traitor could be anyone. Anyone.

( @radiantmyde it’s the best boy...Gula...)

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“Your role is to find the traitor.”

Gula shivered, and pulled his hood further over his face. He crossed his arms, trying to rub some warmth into them. The robes he and his fellow Leaders wore were more traditional than practical, it seemed. Then again, bitterly cold nights like this weren’t exactly the norm in Daybreak Town. A part of him wondered if the ever-growing darkness could cause chill like this.

It certainly didn’t help that Gula was out on the streets still, not even close to the warmth of his room in the clocktower. He had stayed out later than normal to let the evening pass into night and avoid the other Leaders for a day, taking his time watching the inhabitants of Daybreak Town go about their day.

Watching for signs of the traitor.

But now, he walked briskly, trying to get home as soon as possible and warm up. He breathed out and watched the mist puff out. It was freezing, before soon it wouldn’t surprise Gula if he woke up to a thick layer of snow. The thought of it snowing in Daybreak Town was a bit exciting, actually. He’d only seen snow a handful of times, and even then it was thin and muddy. Aced slipped and broke his mask, once, trying to race him across a road that had frozen over. When Gula’d tried to help him up, albeit laughing, he had wrestled him down and they both got their robes ruined in the mud.

The memory made him chuckle. He and Aced had always been competitive with each other, whether it be in sparring matches or races and whatnot; Laughing at each other’s complaining after they lose.They wouldn’t do that now without real venom, unfortunately.

Best not to think fondly of potential traitors.

He gulped. The clocktower rang to signal midnight and Gula picked up his pace. Street lamps lit his way and casted long shadows across the road. He sighed and closed his eyes briefly, trying to will away the creepings of anxiety. His movement moved the shadowy figures on the walls and ground, and he tried in vain to ignore the  dark alleyways hiding light knows what. He was the only one still out as far as he knew - the only one with even a reason to be out this late.

Unless someone followed you.

But, no one would be dumb enough to try and follow a Union Leader this late, much less attack one. Still, though, he tossed a nervous eye over his shoulder. He didn’t think even the traitor would be that stupid. Especially with Gula so watchful, now.

Nowadays, he’s always looking, always watching. Glancing over his back, scouting the crowd, picking out conversations and body language of the wielders of Daybreak Town. Ever observant, ever suspicious. If the traitor had wanted to attack him, they had missed their chance. Gula was no longer as carefree and relaxed as he was, despite the act he puts on. He has to act normal as to not attract suspicion of his own.

He can’t let the traitor get away.

He paused for a moment in the street. Shivering up and down, he took in slow, deep breaths. In, and out. In, and out. He was getting himself worked up too much right now over nothing. What kind of keyblade master is scared of shadows?

Right now, the only thing he wants to worry about is getting home to his warm bed and cozy little fire basin. Preferably sooner, rather than later.

A few more breaths and he was on the move again. Finally, he seemed to be getting close to the clocktower. But, really, why did he have to go so far out into Daybreak Town in the first place? Couldn’t he had loitered closer to home? Why did he have to move around town so much?

To get the traitor off his trail, just in case.

He shook his head. No, Gula, we are not thinking about this again. Not tonight, not until he’s in bed with comfortable pajamas, and a nice fire stoked beside him. He focused on that thought, and kept going, just a little bit faster.

The moon in the sky was bright tonight, with an array of stars spreading across. Gula stared out of the corner of his eye.

Pretty.

Invi and Ira would enjoy it, he thinks. He remembers when he was younger, back when he was just able to start summoning his keyblade, Ira would take him and Invi out on starry nights like this. He would point out constellations and teach them which stars were which. Invi would even give a fun fact from a book about this or that. Gula can’t really remember what they had said back then, though.

A shame. Maybe they could all get together like that again sometime?

Maybe I could get some information out of them.

Gula blinked. Lost in thought, he was this close to walking slam into the clocktower door. When had he got here?

Doesn’t matter, he thinks, he’s just glad that he’s here. He quickly fumbled the door opened, ignoring how numb his hands felt, and tossed one last glance behind his back. A dark, empty pathway leading back into town. Flowerbeds decorated the stone path in an array of brilliant colors. Or, used-to-be-brilliant colors. Was it just him, or were they all wilting a bit?

Ava probably doesn’t tend to it as much anymore.

The garden was mostly her idea in the first place, in fact. Before, she would drag him outside with her to help pull out weeds or carry water and fertilizer to the different plants. All the while talking about this flower or this bush while he quietly voiced his complaints. The meaning of this flower, of that one; Which fertilizer goes with which plant, and which one to not bring within fifty feet of this one. Ava used to spend a lot of time out there. The town’s not as bright without her flowers, he thinks.

Could the darkness in her heart be driving her to let them die on purpose?

Gula damn near slammed the door shut behind him as he rushed up the many stairs up to his room. His hands shook as he went, but he didn’t really care. Chalking it up to the cold, and definitely not anything else, he walked as fast up the stairs as he could without injuring himself. Really, why did they have so many chairs in the first place? Gula ventured to get to his room as soon as possible. . .Until he actually got to said hall, that is.

He stopped at the entryway, and looked solemnly down the corridor. Each room a ways apart from each other. And his all the way in the back.

He cursed at his misfortune, seeing as Ira’s bedroom still had light seeping underneath it. Gula did not stay out until midnight and almost freeze to death to be bothered now.

He took a deep, almost calming breath. Slowly, he made his way across the corridor, treading lightly as to not alert the other night owl to his presence. If he was lucky, then Ira would be too caught up in pouring over the Book of Prophecies to notice his footsteps. If not, then Ira would’ve been waiting for him to hound him with question after question of where he had been and why he was so late.

And he definitely wasn’t in the mood for a lecture.

Slowly, steadily, quietly, Gula made his way across. Past Ira’s door, thank light, without a hitch. Past Aced’s door, and wincing at the snoring he could hear even from outside. Invi’s door, which he could smell the faint smell of her unbelievably strong perfume. Ava’s door, with faded out stickers of cute animals still half scratched off her door from when she was little. And finally, his door, right next to. . .

Right next to Luxu’s.

Gula shuddered and try to ignore the sadness at seeing the door so barren. Luxu’s absence was troubling to everyone, to say the least.

Always a jokester, just like their beloved Master (who’s disappearance also left a mark), Luxu was one of their strongest. While he was seemingly careless most of the time, every now and then putting on an impishly innocent act in front of their Master, he was studious enough to put Ira to shame. He was quick and always took training seriously, enough if he seemed aloof about it.

Gula can remember countless nights where, when Ira was too busy, he and Luxu would sit in the library and go over material. Whereas Ira tried to teach as much as he could in a single sentence, often overwhelmingly, Luxu knew how to simplify the complex concepts in ways that got the idea across.

In short, Gula missed him. He wonders what made Luxu leave, anway?

Maybe he’s the traitor, and he’s waiting for the perfect chance.

Gula froze before clamming himself back inside his room, taking care not to slam his door this time. He turned back to the array of locks he had fastened to his door frame, and took his time twisting and turning them all into place. Locks really wouldn’t door much good against a traitor; If they really wanted to get in, then of course they had a keyblade. Still, though, it provided some semblance of comfort as he shivered and shook from what he didn’t think he could pass off as cold anymore.

Not after he lit the basin, and changed into his warmest night clothes, and wrapped himself in a thick comforter that did anything but comfort him. His hands shook and hurt as he held them in front of the small fire and tried to control his breathing. In, out. In, out. In, out.

Those locks really won’t stop anyone from getting in, only you getting out.

Gula shook a bit less, now, after heating up. His breathing hasn’t slowed, though. This is stupid, he thinks. There’s no way anyone would break in, traitor or not. He’s one of the Union Leaders. The other Leaders are roomed right next to him; Hell, one of them’s still awake, even. No traitor could possibly get in.

But the traitor could be anyone. Even-

Gula gulped hard and closed his eyes. Tried to focus on the warmth of the fire, the softness of his clothes, the chill of the air even. He didn’t want to think right now. Not about dangers, or darkness, or prophecies, or traitors, or ruined relationships and hated loved ones. . .

And definitely not the fact that the traitor could be right down the hall from him.

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[candyclan]

Coming out letter to my mom. (FTM) At the start of my transition, I wanted to go by a name that started with an “A”because my birthname did. All the rest of it is basically the same.

THE TRUTH:

I didn’t scream “I am a boy” at my parents. Honestly, my mother (specifically) controlled a lot of what I did, who I hung out with, and what I wore as a child. I believe she has/had an idea about what she wanted out of a daughter since I was born, and really just lived through me. I think she eventually had to give me room to make my own decisions, later in life. I didn’t come out until I was 16, although I had spent 6 months prior to even coming out thinking about my gender identity. I was extremely sheltered. I want you guys to know that I didn’t know what being transgender was until I was a freshman in high school and met my best friend (who is STILL MY BEST FRIEND TODAY) who identified as Non-binary gender fluid. I had never really met someone AFAB that lived to be anything other than female. With that came the knowledge that sometimes, men don’t necessarily have to have penises and I can wear whatever I’m comfortable with. I used to be religious in middle school (raised Christian) but I never found god. It never made sense to me how so many people can put their faith in other people’s ideas of what god is (the Bible) but not listen when their real CHILD comes to them and tells them that they feel uncomfortable in their gender identity. I also came out as bisexual in middle school, after meeting a girl I had a fancy for. To which my mother sobbed and cried and asked how she had failed as a parent. I remember loving pink, it was my favorite color. Pink, purple, blue. My top 3. Now it’s blue, pink, purple but basically the same. I had a pink room, loved hello kitty, let my mom curl my hair with little curlers at night so I could wake up and be somebody different the next day. My brother played with carebears and my Barbie dolls more than I did as a child. I remember a toy gun and handcuffs. I was fairly experimental as a child, I did: Girl Scouts, swimming, piano, soccer, ballet, cheerleading, and more honestly. I always got “boy” toys at McDonald’s (I mean cmon they’re cooler) I just was kinda everywhere. I feel like that’s easier for someone AFAB to be. My brother was harassed by my family for liking girly things but I was never shown that I couldn’t like stereotypical “boy things” by extended family. My mother however in the line at McDonalds I could never forget, turned and looked at me (baseball cap backwards tank top and shorts)and said “So, what?” “Are you batting for the other team” implying that because of the clothes I liked to wear I would be a lesbian. My mother (like I said, kinda controlling and extremely narcissistic) when I was allowed to cut my hair super short for the first time I was 16. Afterwards she has said things like: “but you’re so pretty how could you have cut your hair” “you looked so nice with long hair” I never felt akin to femininity. I was actually VERY uncomfortable with it. I hated being the “weaker” gender. I never wanted my nails painted. It was torture. I acted like makeup and and nail polish was torture, the hairbrush was my enemy. I used to just put my hair up in a low ponytail every day as I got older. I knew she’d never let me cut it all off. Basically, other than wanting to grow up strong and tough and not liking to be treated like a female, I was female. There were parts of being female I didn’t really have a problem with, and honestly that’s why I didn’t come out for so long. I wasn’t in a house or raised by people I knew would accept anything other than me being their “little girl” I was a daddies girl. So between my lack of understanding of where my feelings towards my gender roles were coming from, being encouraged by my family to be girly, not being exposed to gender diversity (or anything queer), and my controlling mother, I remained in the dark about who I was.

TRIGGER WARNING:::(abuse)::::: I was never close with my mother, and actually hated her growing up. To this day she is the most judge mental, self-centered woman I know. My father was funny, charismatic, and lost his shit sometimes. I like to say, 90% of the time he was amazing. We made jokes and could literally finish each other’s sentences. But honestly my father, 10% of the time was abusive. Most of my abuse in my life was covert (narcissistic abuse from my mother) and verbal/emotional/barely physical abuse from my father. He’s 6”3’ 350 lbs and very loud and scary, especially to a young child. He punched a hole in my wall, he threw a remote at a wall and shattered it to pieces, he threatened to kill my dog with a baseball bat in front of me. Which I swear to god he would have done if I wasn’t holding my dog, protecting him. These moments were few and far between, but they were riddled with insults and almost always left me with less than I started with. My father did spank my brother and I, and one time he clapped my brother so well that he left a purple hand mark on his butt. My mother told my father she’d take us away if that happened again. My father never left marks. He never had to, he was so big and would just get up in my face and scream at me. He made me feel helpless. Because he was invading my space I felt physically threatened, and he never actually had to touch me and leave bruises because that threat was already implied by invading my space. I was so young, but I always knew my family wasn’t right. Finally at 16, I stood up to my father for the first time. I didn’t care if he was bigger than me, I didn’t care if I would lose, I was willing to fight for me. Anyway, long story short the police were called because we were screaming at each other in front of his apartment building. I’m not going to say I didn’t fuck up as a teenager, but I never deserved the pressure and the abuse he was dishing out and had dished out my whole life. I knew that. I cut him out of my life just after turning 16, by then I had been questioning my identity. It became easier after leaving my father to fall into who I was. My father is FAIRLY religious and my mother claims to be but she never talks about god, she never prays, and now that my father and her are divorced I don’t think she’s been inside a church since. Losing my father was a lot, despite his abuse he and I were really close and had really similar personalities. The reality of abuse isn’t “well, now I see them as an abuser so now none of that good stuff is left it’s all tainted” I had to struggle with losing someone very important in my life at a young age, for myself.

Arguments against me being trans:

My family has been a bit divided in responding to me coming out. By now, it’s been about 4 years.

My mother and her side of the family are in denial. They don’t understand how I can’t be a “lesbian that just likes boy things”. They don’t use my name or pronouns.

My father, what little communication I have with him now, is bewildered. He and I had a discussion this past Christmas where I brought up what his abuse did to me mentally and he apologized but then tried to say “well what about your part in all of this” and said that I was hanging out with crazy depressed people, cutting myself, doing drugs, (I was smoking weed and I’ve tried acid like once piss off) and was sneaking out. Yeah. I did do all of that BUT GUESS WHAT. IM 20. I go where I wanna go. I fuck who I wanna fuck. I smoke what I want and guess what? It’s not any different from when I was 16 except now I don’t have parents up my ass telling me what to do. His argument basically was that I need to own up to what I did too and that fucking angered me. You don’t apologize and then go “well what about you” that’s not an apology. That’s deflection and honestly I don’t think I need to apologize because my parents were super controlling. I was just trying to do what I wanted and they didn’t like it. He and I have talked about me being trans and he pretty much thinks I’m certifiable. Doesn’t use my name or pronouns.

My brother: Ethan, my brother and I have always been close. He’s 17 now, and he had a different reaction to me being trans. Of all of my family he was the most receptive to my pleas of gender dysphoria and he suffers with anxiety so he gets stuff. But alas, after asking him if he’d call me by my name and pronouns (after 4 years of being out) he thinks that I am the one that has an issue with society. I told him I was starting T soon and he said: “Hrt won’t lessen all the things that come with being transgender. If you feel like doing hormones is the best for you then do it, but from a logical standpoint I think there just needs to be more thickening of skin” he claimes that if I try hard enough I could be fine living as female. Doesn’t use my name or pronouns.

None of my family supports me. None of my family understands. And none of them ever will. I have been out for four fucking years. I can’t tell you how frustrating family rejection can be. I have cried so much at the idea of not having a supportive family. I feel like I was ripped away from a beautiful life somewhere and thrust into this mess.

Honestly though, it doesn’t matter, the world keeps spinning and I keep finding people who love and accept me for who I truly am. I have made peace with my family’s lack of acceptance. It’s made me stronger and more compassionate towards others. Made me want to be better than them. I am actually going to start hormones soon, and on top of other fears I have, will be cutting my family out of my life. I can’t be 25 with a full beard and getting misgendered by my family. I can’t do it. They may feel like I’m going too far, that I don’t have to do this, but I do. I’m not doing this because I didn’t get too much attention as a kid or my mom favored my brother over me, I’m not doing this because it’s cool, I’m not doing this because I’m bored, I’m not doing this because I hate myself or anyone else. This is AFFIRMATION. Sometimes, cutting people who can’t see you for who your really are out of your life is affirming too.

Guys, girls, people, keep your head up. Things get better, I know. I thought life was never going to get better so I know that’s what it can feel like. But it does. Never ever let someone control your life or who you are. You’re beautiful/handsome/amazing! You deserve to be comfortable in your own skin and to love who you are. I am getting there, we all are.

Love,

Tanner M.