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also go pay attention to millicent she’s a needy child

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anyone wanna rp ,,  bc I feel like crap and I need to do something haha.

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Send me a ★and I will generate a number for what my muse will say to yours.

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Just a little test

Reblog this if I can tag you in random starters with no prior planning whatsoever.

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i was laughing a million years at this post and decided to draw sth for it im sorry it looks so shitty omg

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lowxnherz replied to your post:

// yo i would send u a thing but i feel bad cuz i said i’d give you a starter wehhhhh

omg it'S OK.  u can send it and i can start it or u can use the list for au ideas or whatever man iDC whats up.

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why does senpai never notice me.

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Send me a @ and I'll generate an au from this list and make a starter

1: Coffee Shop!AU
 2: Actor!AU
 3: High School!AU
 4: Hitchhiker Ride!AU
 5: 50’s!AU
 6: Library!AU 
7: (Disney movie of choice)!AU
 8: Circus!AU
 9: RPG!AU
 10: Fantasy!AU
 11:Serial Killer vs. Detective!AU
 12: Not Dead!AU
 (someone else was dead but isn’t) 13: Dead/Ghost!AU (someone’s dead.)
 14:Military!AU
 15: Mermaid!AU
 16: Airplane!AU
 17: Roleswap!AU 18: Mindswap!AU
 19: Psycho!AU
 20: Game Show!AU
 21: Summer Camp!AU
 22: Private Detective!AU
 23: Broadway!AU
 24: Ice Skating!AU
 25: Modeling!AU
 26: Amusement Park!AU
 27: Road Trip!AU
 28: Vampire!AU
 29: Angels and Demons!AU
 30: Daycare!AU
 31: Pokemon!AU
 32: Rock Band!AU
 33: Marching Band!AU (because yolo)
 34: Ballet!AU
 35: Demigod!AU
 36: Preppy and Punk!AU
 37: Disneyworld Cosplayers!AU
 38: Dogs!AU (idc if they’re dogs or they have dogs or w/e)
 39: (Dystopian World of your Choice)!AU
 40: Hogwarts!AU
 41: Superhero!AU
 42: Dragon!AU
 43: Pirate!AU
 44: Ghost Hunter!AU
 45: Mafia!AU
 46: Kingdom!AU
 47: Crossdressing!AU
 48: Assassin!AU
 49: Genderbending!AU
 50: Wedding!AU

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aye i'm gonna go take that nap now finally wtf.  i'm so fuckin tired i don't know how i managed to do that reply??  and how i managed to make it nice -- actually i only hope i made it nice if i didn't then too bad you gotta deal with a shitty reply.

c u l8r feralig8r. 

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          " Actually, he's not shy, he's simply, -- ah, reclusive ...  there's a difference, and I would say I could speak for him on that because I do the same sometimes, but --  Wait, no, I mean.  I'm sorry, I know it isn't my business, but it's ...  there isn't a lot of peace and quiet around here, and so I suppose the idea of something simple and innocent like a little crush is ...  something nice to talk about with one of the only people I trust not to go around blabbering to everyone about the idea. "

          And once again, he feels like simply turning around and excusing himself from the conversation.  How.  Embarrassing.  He rubs the back of his neck with uncertainty, still avoiding actually looking at Jean.  Here's to hoping this doesn't count as a check against their friendship.  Imagine that.  Another deep breath, this time resulting in a defeated sigh.

          " We were musing about ...  whether we'd be able to make it outside the wall one day.  All of us, as a species.  Safe from the Titans.  I asked who he'd like to see the world with, and when he asked me ...  we started musing about who everyone else might pick as well.  It's -- we do it a lot, talking about everyone else in a more positive and peaceful light.  Trust me when I say it isn't something we gossip about in the barracks when everyone's around formulating ideas from our talks. "

          A small shrug.  " ... But, if you'd so prefer -- ...  I'm not asking names, per se, but ... is there someone you were interested in? " 

To his surprise, despite his bark that threatened to bite, Armin did in fact quite literally spit it out in one, chaotic and squeaky breath. It had Jean cant his head slightly, the curve in his brow more curious than irate now; his eyes narrowing with the more the strategist spilled.

Many thoughts circled around in his mind, as it would with people discussing relationships and such that weren’t their own. Why Bert, of all people? Was one of the questions that flew right passed him before he tensed, the mention of him being interested in someone else having Jean go a complete blank, staring owlishly at the teen in front of him. Why was he so interested anyway? What the fuck has Marco said? What was Armin’s thought, what does he know?

Despite the concern growing in mind, he painted a stern canvas on his face and even let the corner of his mouth twitch up to the defensive position the blond had taken. Always so sincere, even if he is a gossip, Jean mused. “You two—Bert’s shy ‘round practically everybody, I jus’ talk to him more.” Sticking to that subject, thinking it best to quell that idea before it became rumor. He hated those, they were almost never true. “’S hearsay, all of it.” The pop of his shoulders to accentuate his totally cool composure, neglecting to confirm nor deny anything other than Bertholt’s ‘interest’ in him. No way. “Don’t go around gossipin’ ‘bout stuff like that, y’know the damage you could cause?” To his reputation, that is. “’m not pissed, jus’ rather you’d not go pokin’ your nose ‘bout my business t’ anybody but me.” Marco can’t keep his mouth shut obviously, the bastard…

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          At Jean's insistence, Armin takes a breath, and speaks in a very quick jumble, the words practically slurring together, but like Hell if he wasn't dying of embarrassment over all of this right now.  Because, really.  Being called out on something so nosy was kind of ridiculous.  Made you feel and look ridiculous.

          " Marco pointed out that you and Bertolt hang out a lot when we were discussing other topics that don't really matter, and I noticed that -- that Bertolt sort of acts like he's, uh, shy maybe, around you, and I proposed that maybe he's, um, interested in you, and Marco insisted that even if that were the case, you might not be interested because there's someone else you seem to have your attention on, and while Mikasa seems the obvious candidate as oblivious as Eren might be, he seemed to be suggesting that it was someone else, and then we were called out to clean up duty, so I couldn't tell you what he said and I don't think I want to talk about what I thought. "

          He pauses to catch his breath, holding both hands up in the general defensive gesture, and ducks his head.  He's so red right now, he's almost worried that the blood isn't even making it to his heart anymore.  Incredible.  " ... That's all it was, but I'm sorry if you heard something else, or --  or if that in itself bothers you.  I ... mm. " 

Really, Jean was just expecting a yes or a no from Armin — though, due to his sudden crumble of nerves in the taller’s presence, the yes was a little more long-winded, and made absolutely no fucking sense whatsoever. He arched a brow, lips tightly sealed together as he waited, and waited some more, for the blond to make sense of himself. Whatever it was, it seemed Bert and Marco were involved somehow, too. 

He fucking knew someone was talking about him.

"So, what is it then if it ain’t that?” Whatever ‘that’ is, Jean really couldn’t say. He just had an inkling and decided to run with it, turned out his instincts were correct though, his ears had been burning for a reason. Judging by Armin practically curling in on himself, it was something bad, too. 

"The hell’re you talkin’ about, Arlert. Bert, Marco, what? Spit it out already.” He was getting impatient, perhaps a little snappy; but hey, that’s what happens when you find out people have been whispering behind your back. Call him paranoid. Jean crossed his arms over his chest, shifted the weight in his legs though not for a second did he pry his stare away from the other.

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          Tiring is the only word he can place to the whole situation.  Being friends with Eren tiring.  Sometimes, there were nights where it was beyond tiring, and actually ended up more along the lines of ' fucking exhausting, ' but Armin would remain in his silence on the matter because that's something that friends do -- they put up with the endless bullshit, and they don't complain.

          Sometimes, that meant taking trips between his house and Eren's at disgusting hours of the night and early morning for any various reason that he was either too embarrassed or too afraid to turn to Mikasa with.  He understood, sometimes, truly, but tonight was one where he had just about physically dragged Eren into Mikasa's room and told her to deal with him.

          It goes without saying that, when he sees someone on Bertolt's stoop, he pauses long enough to make him out in the dying moonlight.  -- Bertolt.  Smoking again.  With an almost tired sigh, he makes to trudge up the driveway, announcing his presence with a tired sound meant to act as a ' hello, ' but it didn't come out like that as much as it did just a wordless noise.  Oh well.

          " What time is it?  I don't have my phone with me ... " 

Bertolt doesn’t smoke cigarettes. Not on a day-to-day basis, at least. He tries to stray far away from the “cancer sticks” as his mom calls them, despite her actually smoking at least a pack a day herself, and tries to be a model child/student or whatever.

But there are just days when things become literally too much and despite the fact that he can hide in his room he can only do it for so long until he feels like he’s drowning. Only then does he take a dumb risk to sneak past his mom, grab a hand-rolled cigarette out of her purse, and sit on his front steps until he feels like it’s finally safe to just. fucking. breathe.

Obviously, this had been one of those nights. The boy is sitting on the porch steps, his legs are stretched out, ankles crossed and supporting himself on his elbow as he takes another drag, just trying to forget about whatever bullshit that made him sneak out in the first place.

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          " Uh? "  Needless to say Armin is more than a little startled, and he's not sure if Jean's talking to him, or Connie -- but Connie is quick to grin and duck out anyway, leaving him on his own to fumble through some awkward explanation that he isn't even sure is owed.  But if there's one thing he likes to avoid, it's conflict with the people that he's come to call close friends, because they are and always will be limited and very important.

          " Whatever it is you heard, it certainly wasn't like that. "  Suddenly he feels like sinking into the ground, and wonders how the Hell Eren doesn't crumple in the face of the challenge.  But then, he wasn't very close to Jean, so maybe he didn't feel the pressing need to keep things civil between them.  Maybe they needed the rivalry that Armin couldn't handle himself.

          " What I mean is ...  I just.  -- I'm sorry, Bertolt looks like he ...  and I thought I'd ask you if you ...  but Marco said, and so I --  ah. "  It's nearly impossible to string together a proper sentence; he can feel his face heating up.  How do you even tell someone you had been attempting to dissect their potential interests and sexuality, especially when they're staring you down with a look that could kill?  The answer: you don't.  " ... Er -- " 

Annoying. His ears had been burning all night long, you know, that instinctual sense that just bothers the shell and no matter what, nothing can be done about it. Needless to say, Jean was convinced somebody had been talking about him, he just didn’t know who.  

"Oi," hostile though hesitant, approaching the first face he’d seen that morning, he asked. "Ya been talkin’ shit ‘bout me?"

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i got less than 3 hours of sleep last night, like jesus christ.  i hate when i can't sleep. going to attempt to reply to two / three open starters that i've seen and wanted to reply to, then i'm gonna take a fuckin' nap because what the HECK.

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          " ... Ah, what makes you say that?  I kind of thought he might at least have a mild interest, but ...  I guess I've never spoken to Jean on the topic, and he was interested in Mikasa -- "  He pauses, then purses his lips, quirking his mouth thoughtfully.  " Maybe I'm just seeing things, and maybe he's still just interested in Mikasa ... "

          He shifts on the mattress, then pushes aside the pillow from his lap to set it back where it belongs, pulling himself to the edge of the bed.  " I could have sworn that he'd dropped the idea of that, though?  -- I don't know.  I was hoping to help since both of them are friends to me, but maybe I should back off. " 

"That’s what I thought you said."

"I won’t lie, Armin, I’m…shocked." Jean and Bertolt? No, for some reason, Marco just couldn’t picture it. Maybe it was because he knew who really suited Jean’s interests, but he would neglect to mention that to Armin, considering how close they were. "I’m not really sure Jean’s interested, that’s the trouble.

"I don’t want to make Bert upset, you know how sensitive he is." Maybe they should just quietly observe and confirm things before taking action and making things awkward.

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[ Sasha ]:

Well like, you eat beef and you eat duck no problem, right? So what’s the difference?

Oh come on Armin don’t be like that. You’re gonna love my chocolate salty balls.

     [ » While that is arguable, it's things like that that don't hold up when you really need them to, Sasha.  Take, for instance -- as morbid as it is -- someone arguing that we eat meat on a normal basis, so what's the problem with eating, er, human meat.  Or, a cat or a dog when it's someone's pet.  Or horse meat, which I have heard is illegal in some places ...

           Er, my point is, you can't use umbrella terms to justify something.  ' Sex is just sex ' would not apply to someone underaged just as ' beef is beef ' does not apply to the bull's reproductive organs.

           Okay, that joke wasn't funny on South Park, and it's not funny now.  I'm five seconds from changing my mind.