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Are you taking theme-requests?

only if we know each other and are friends. otherwise i won’t code a theme for a stranger unless it’s a commission. ( and commissions are rare and only happen if i am out of money ). 

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Ask the Character about their Roleplayer

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"Watch where you’re going."

"well-- weren't you the one who ran into me first? if you are looking for a fight i have to disappoint you, unfortunately."

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to do list of the week: + survive the week bc work starts + making a new theme for this shit + probably bringing a new muse into citta  + survive work + SURVIVE IN ANY KIND

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"a... ball?" she inquired while asphalt irises were fixed at her brother. there were not even lovers, and she couldn't imagine eren being a dancer. but this was hive city, and eren was evn longer in this city than herself so it would be quite understandable. "with like... dancing?" a sigh was escaped. "eren, we aren't like ten anymore where we used to play cinderella. i can't see myself dancing, you know?" not that she minded but the whole thing came like... very spontaneous -- and mikasa was bad at dancing and eren was well aware about that. 

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i dunno man, mutuals can like for a starter

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You awake to discover 4 or 5 presents stowed away in your abode, all of which have been boxed in pristine, vibrantly wrapped boxes adorned with bows. Some of these boxes contain: a collection of scarves, a designer makeup kit, a massage chair, a set of dumbbells and two brand new dresses to your liking. (This is not to be published or responded to until the 25th. Merry Christmas!)

she is very delighted and surprised about the presents she has gotten. and she really appreciated her presents. ah yes-- christmas was so uncommon for her it felt so strange to get gifted like that. a little smiled appeared on her face, and lips parted to whispers a little. "thanks."

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brother dearest:

      "…Well, my one roommate seems like a pretty antisocial blond with a big stiffy for his sword. Or, rather, his sword looks like a big—…Ahem, well, anyway. No, I’ve got nothing planned. My vertical maneuvering gear doesn’t work well in the cold, so my plans to go mess around with a certain bird don’t seem like they’ll happen."

      "You seem pretty curious, though. Have something you’re planning on doing, yourself?"

"i see", she responded, "too bad, hm?" she hasn't panned anything either. she was not fond with her room mates either so she'd rather hope to spend christmas either with eren or anyone else she knew. "maybe we can grab petra and the corporal and spend christmas together? i heard it's the midget's birthday too. so i don't know what to do either, you know."

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brother dearest:

      "…You look cold, Mikasa."

      Not knowing how else to make her warm, he leaned close, moved his arms, and—

      "Here. Take my jacket."

      Handed her his coat. Hah, you thought you were gonna score, Mikasa? Think again.

close enough. no matter what, she grabs the jacke and wraps it around herself while she cuddled into  the fabric of it. "thanks, eren", she whispered, while ashen hues motioned to the male  back again. "and what are you planning today? spending this kind of day with your room mates?" she inquires.

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and she hopes she gets at a hug from her brother dearest for christmas. yes, that's all she needs.

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her arms were already open, just to approach and to receive her brother with a hug. it felt like a while since she had seen him, and mikasa was worried sick. but now, she was happy-- she she was so happy to see him again.

and yet she wasn't certain how long she hadn't seen him. she exhaled as she putted her brother into a hug, gently squeezed him and tried to hold her tears back. it was hard, but it feld like she had no other choice. what if something bad would have happened to him and she wasn't there to protect him?

eren.. he was her home after all. she wouldn't forgive herself if he died, just because she wasn't there to stop it.

her head was burried into the male's shoulder, digits clung into the fabric of his jacket, while she was still fighting witht he tears. without eren mikasa would have been hopeless, maybe if she'd have found anyone else she may have known from this place she wouldn't. but still.

it didn't take too long as she pulled away from him, and when ashen met ashen, a smile was displaying on her face, following with the words:

                  "yeah.. it's good to see you again, too... how are you?"

rabbit hole. ( citta intro. )

      It had been a long time since he had arrived in this city. From the start, and even now, he hadn’t had a single person he could say he wholeheartedly trusted. It would be a stretch to say he hadn’t acquainted himself with anyone else in that time, but to say he had made friends would be pushing it.

      In other words, he was alone. There wasn’t anyone he could particularly have faith in or rely on, though that was due in part to his own incompetence and introversion that came up once he got hooked onto the system that they called a “computer” here.

      Should he blame himself for having no one? Whenever this thought came into his mind, he immediately regretted his laziness. His friends were probably still out there, fighting, not knowing where the hell he was—if they were distressed for his sake, then the guilt he’d feel upon realizing it would be immense.

      So he pushed it out of his mind. Thoughts of his companions weren’t frequent anymore, but even so, he wondered what they’d be like if they were here.

      …Well, it seemed like that question would be answered soon enough. He had started to wait around the first sector’s center, where new arrivals usually come from, whenever he had the time. He thought that eventually he might see someone from back home, at least someone who didn’t want to murder him at every turn.

      And, when he saw a head of dark hair, he didn’t really think much of it. Black hair, although rare at home, was commonplace here. So much so that he actually glanced over the person who had it. He didn’t even notice her running up to him, as he was more focused on the others with fairer, more discerning colors—

      All the way up until she came up to him and called his name, he didn’t even realize that she was the exact person he was looking for.

      His eyes immediately focused on the grey scarf that was around her neck—same as his. He was shocked, fair to say. He thought he had been prepared to meet her again. He wasn’t. He just stared at her, shocked for a few moments. It seemed like a quiet eternity. Then, after a while, he laughed lightly, giving her a kind smile, the likes of which he hadn’t given to anyone during his entire stay here.

      This was just like her.

      “It’s good to see you again, Mikasa.”

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i'm heading to sleep now. however, feel free to like this post for a starter and i'll write them when i wake up !! good night !!

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a quick note for the indies who follow this blog: due to a group event i won't be able to cut posts of a certain thread. it's basically because the thread is a group thread and that it's rather important that we keep the threads like this so we would be in touch. please have some understatement.  thank you. 

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and of course she wasn't prepared for this. a maze-- filled with monsters. this was like 'home' to her; but it was different. mikasa prepared herself for the next attack, and listened to the strange woman she had never seen before. like, what the hell was going on in this place? but there's no time to lose-- the monsters here weren't titans, but it was sure that it was dangerous enough. hues scanned the environment, and when she spotted a strange monster she was about to call the captain, but from the first sight to the other, it lost already it's horns.

and she was ready-- ready to slaughter everything that would even go across her way. if she had no other choice but to fight, she would take it and try to protect her group. hands were wrapped around her blade's grips, eyes were narrowed. "mikasa ackerman", she said, as an introduction. yet it was obvious that petra and levi knew who she was, but it was rather directed to the woman she didn't have seen before. 

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{✰} ▬ Labyrinth. [closed; event]

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a muffled voice coming into her ears gathered her attention, eyes opened and scanned the environment. she sat up an looked around so she could scan the area. one thing was obvious and it was that she wasn't alone. levi was here, petra was here, and someone else she'd never seen before. though there was no time for introductions. something may have happened here-- and for someone who was in that place since a short period of time; everything was still a damn riddle.  "m-miss ral... what happened?", she asked before she spotted levi and tried to get up. "where's the city?" there was no time for questions-- but her mind as scattered and there was still to much to get to know. and yet she didn't know what to do, so her features were directed at the captain; even though he wasn't in good terms with him. but maybe he knew what they could do in such situation. 

"---- what's going on here, captain?"

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{✰} Labyrinth. [closed; event]

falling into the labyrinth is a blur in her mind, falling immediately out of consciousness. the amount of time she`d spent curled up on the labyrinth`s floors is unknown, but she stirs eventually, lids fluttering open to the site of the wings of freedom on the back of mikasa ackerman`s jacket. initial confusion soon dissolves into alert caution, and she bolts up to her knees, hands reaching out to see if her comrade is unharmed.

"mikasa? mikasa, wake up! are you alright?" petra asks breathlessly, hovering over the soldier`s body, ready to take measures if the woman is unresponsive as a result of a possible concussion.

a familiar voice catches her attention almost immediately afterwards, and petra tilts her head upwards to locate the source. her captain stands tall with a scowl, his own gaze fixated towards a direction in a battle-ready stance, creating an atmosphere of foreboding. quick to stand on her own two feet, she casts one last glance towards mikasa and then towards the other figure clad in metal from the neck down before unleashing her own blades. her stance widens to secure her center of balance, shoulders tense.

"what… in the world is happening, captain?" her inquiry is almost a growl with her gaze shifting north as well.

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[12:54:16 AM] && || ʜɪᴡᴀᴛᴀʀɪ: the ocs tho

[12:54:22 AM] && || ʜɪᴡᴀᴛᴀʀɪ: WHO ARE THOSE PEOPLE

[12:55:15 AM] elder god;: they are self-insert ocs donut steel