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And I ordered Reiner xD

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But what if Kristina was a Master of Chaldea? Lol. Not my OCs getting thrown into Type Moon by default. xD

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Unfufufufu, I spy a Rachel and a Gore. Unfufufufufufufu~

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✿‧̥ your original character is important ! so much love and effort goes into crafting a character of your own creation. original characters are just as important as canon characters , don't let anyone convince you other wise. your original characters bring so much value and are wanted and loved here. please never stop writing them, never stop talking about them. don't let anyone discourage you from having an original character. thank you for sharing your character with us, thank you for allowing us to interact and write with them !

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Reblog if you're okay with people coming into your dms or ask box with storylines and rp ideas!

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Face card so lethal they had to nerf him with depression

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I really think that if Kristina ever met Shadis, she would have liked her in the same way that she liked Magath. They're both respectable mentors regardless of how they conduct themselves before their cadets.

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A Glimpse of You

When I heard that the Warriors were coming back, there were a lot of things that entered my mind.

I would be lying if my first thought was about duty or the mission; it was there, sure, but to say that the results of the mission was the most important part of it all? Well, that was certainly a stretch.

Not to be sentimental but I’ve always wondered how it’d be like— how would it feel like to see you, and meet you again for the very first time. When you first left for that ‘Island of Devils’ as Marley often referred to it, I wonder how you felt. From what I saw up on the parade that day, or at least what I could remember of it, you seemed… happy. You looked happy, dare I say emotional, as you waved to the crowd knowing that you finally held the title not only of an honorary Marleyan, but also the title of being a Warrior. I was far too young back then to truly understand what it meant apart from honor; but now that my life was deeply entrenched in the web of Marley’s military and in the unit that oversaw the Warrior program… pitting the words Warrior and honor together made the latter feel like some kind of cheap prize to throw one’s life away for.

But you must have had your reasons. I think all of us do when we decide to take the first step in something that we believe can change our lives.

Which was why excitement filled me when I heard the news. The extraction team was able to at least do their job properly, albeit not without some losses, but something that I’ll have to interrogate Yeager for eventually for documentation purposes.

And so, as I stood by the docks, I thought I knew what to expect.

Regardless of what the outcome was, I thought that I was prepared. I often was. At the very least, after my time here, I got pretty good at keeping myself in check— emotions under wraps, shoving down thoughts and sentiments that often threatened to bubble over to the surface.

“Are you surprise that this is all that’s left of them, soldier?” But perhaps something did make it past the threshold, at least enough for my commanding officer, Theo Magath, to address me as we stood there watching the Warriors descend from the ship. They had a captive with them that seemed far too cooperative for her tastes, but then again, when one was in enemy territory, I suppose behaving was indeed the best course of action to take.

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“Not at all, sir.” She answered her superior simply, not missing a beat.

As far as she knew, four titan shifters were sent off on the mission to Paradis. This group of child soldiers were comprised of Marcel Galliard someone who, based on the files that she had read, was quick witted and smart; the perfect person to assume the lead and keep everyone in check. Then there was Annie Leonhart who was well rounded in physical combat; Bertholdt Hoover who she read was a great shot and was entrusted with the power of the Colossal Titan, and then there was him; the boy who inherited the Armored Titan— Reiner Braun. She had read up on all of them before, and saw that each had a particular strength that tied in with their performance… except for one who seemed unremarkable in everything other than his loyaltly for Marley. Perhaps that was a strength in itself, that’s what the officer told herself when she went over each file. And yet, at the back of her mind, she wondered if that loyalty was something that’ll ever be rewarded by a nation like Marley.

If she was being honest with herself, she was slightly surprised. After all, how could the Warriors be reduced to just three people at this point? At the very least, Kristina expected that six of them would be returning with good news. However, the expression that hung on their faces couldn’t produce that kind of result even if they wanted to.

Still, if there was one thing that came as a surprise to her was when she saw Reiner. While this man knew absolutely nothing about her, she on the other hand knew him from a few very distinct points in time; a memory if you will. He remembered him being a boy who had light in his eyes, kind and generous, a gentle smile.

“…”

But now, that light was gone. He looked tired— broken. His gaze was cast downwards as if he didn’t want to see anyone, or rather… he didn’t want anyone to see him despite the number of eyes that were currently scrutinizing their every move. There was a time when she saw him gaze at the crowd only to look away as if he had just seen something that he didn’t want to… or maybe it was something more than that; as if someone he couldn’t face properly had seen him.

‘I shouldn’t be surprised,’ That’s what she told herself.

They’ve gone through hellish times, and she was certain their actions there have left an indelible mark in the lives of not only those on the island, but on him as well. And sometimes, those marks weren’t necessarily worthy of being mentioned, let alone remembered. And yet it was something that will probably never really go away. There was no doubt that he had taken the lives of many, and once you take a life, everything changes forever.

Still, she had never expected it to be him who would return looking like that.

A man she hardly recognized.

Not that she ever knew him at all. Everything was just an assumption based on what she had experienced— based on a memory.

And yet, she hoped.

Kristina didn’t really know what she was hoping for as her gaze followed the Warriors who were now making their way through a crowd of soldiers. But at the very least, she knew that she wanted him to survive whatever interrogation the brass would have regarding the mission to Paradis.

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General Tags

Just so I don't keep on forgetting them...

Phonograph ↭ PSA

Off the record ↭ ooc

Qualisms ↭ musings

Stacked on the desk ↭ Queue

Progress Report ↭ ic

Clipboard Research ↭ Headcanons and character study

Mission Brief ↭ Starters

Dossiers ↭ Drabbles and Oneshots

On the Radar ↭ Dash

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It's 1:55am and I'm wondering how to start off this blog properly.

Either way, I think I'll figure that out in the morning, after waking up. I'll also think up of tags later.

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