#erenyega

[ryoogi-blog]

@erenyega​

What could be called memories inside an individual who could only be described as blank. There were sensations she could recall, but most of them passed by without comment. Those happy days with him, she had let them all go by, refusing to either moving away from them or indulge in them. She was entirely passive. It was no wonder then, it had slipped away from her fingertips. 

It was justice, probably. A punishment for a being like herself.

Ever since she entered this city, she had a vague sensation that she was fundamentally lacking in something, or maybe someone. With no parents to care or pay for her, and no puppy to tug at her heels, it was inevitable really that she would end out on the streets. However it seemed, her instincts were stronger than her emptiness, if only by a small amount. They kept her walking and looking for something.

Or someone, maybe. 

She walked, shuffling forward like a zombie. A lone girl dressed only in a kimono standing amongst the rain could be described as beautiful. The rain drops may have been dancing around her, rather than simply falling. Shiki did not think so though. She was very unlike the rain, she thought as her limbs grew heavier from walking all day long. Soon though, even the void overcame her muscles, as those legs collapsed underneath her. Yes, she was nothing like rain, there was nothing particularly graceful about this fall. Those were her last thoughts before losing consciousness.

[bubonem-archive-blog]

@erenyega

The author visited thrift stores so often that the staff of the larger ones in the city were already familiar with her. Eto, in turn, was very familiar with the staff, and somewhat familiar with the other folks who frequented such shops despite rarely speaking to them. Like, the woman who ran a blog on ‘retro chic’ fashion, and the man who shopped for himself to pay for a younger sibling. 

People watching had always been such a fun hobby, even when shopping.

Today in particular, there was a new person milling about her favorite store, a young boy... She recognized him immediately, from months prior. Owl never caught his name, but that was fine. He had been a brat, anyhow. Yet, she was aware she was being stared at, his eyes glancing in her direction every few minutes. She pretended not to notice, until she suddenly made a bee line for him, a hangar in her hand.

“Young man,” she beckoned. “Is there a particular reason you’re staring at me?”

[knightoftheclocktower-blog]

☂⚈

☂ What’s your best RP experience?

Truly... When I first met @dual-blades and shipped with her-- shes still one of my best friends and arku is the best thing ever. I miss ffumblr.

⚈What sweet things tend to happen to you from time to time RP wise?

I meet really amazing people, like you and @haemoneiron and @bubonem!! I’m really glad I got to get back into rp so I could make new friends

[dragonskinned]

LOOK INTO MY EYES. >:|

Hope | Love | Passion | Hate | Resentment | Envy | Indifference | Confidence | Insecurity | Greed | Desire | Optimism | Spite | Hostility | Kindness | Warmth | Intelligence | Experience | Trauma | Aggression | Gentleness |  Arrogance | Pride | Lust | Cruelty | You’re soft | You’re trusting | You seem honest | You’re humble | You’re cold | You’re closed off | You’re reserved and guarded | You’re unfeeling | You’re remorseless | You’re heartless | You’re inhuman | You’re frightening | You’re frightened | You’re devious | You’re unpredictable | You’re struggling | You’re lost | You’re broken | You’re disheartened | You seem headstrong | You seem difficult | You’re stubborn | I see hope | I see purpose | I see absolute conviction | I see compassion | I see a shining light | I see shattered remains | I see something familiar | I see a friend | I see an enemy | I see a lover | I see thirst for blood | I see malicious intent | I see pity | You’re pitiful | I see darkness | You’re unwavering | You’re pure | You’re noble

[odiodise]

@erenyega

A few months had passed since she had last seen the soldier, and to find him at the party was more of a coincidence than expected. He appeared a bit tired, actually, and despite minor changes she was able to tell it was him. Immediately she felt worried about him, seeing how apparent it was that he was somewhat out of focus for a bit. Therefore, she approached him slowly until she finally spoke to him up close, her brows lowered while gazing at him with troublesome eyes.

❝It’s been a while since I’ve seen you, Eren-kun. Have you been taking care of yourself?❞ 

[dissolvendae-a]

erenyega replied to your post:FUCKING FURRY

I KEEP ON FORGETTING IT SAYS “ANONYMOUSLY” AT THE VERY BEGINNING

that’s a good thing because this is the second time i’ve #exposed you and you deserve it

[knightoftheclocktower-blog]

@erenyega

She heard the rumors of wolf-like beings in sector oo4 at nights, despite her short time in the city. It seemed to be a common fear amongst the common, to be attacked and killed by one of these creatures. Of course, Maria’s attention was caught immediately by the news, her mind already running through the possibilities as she wandered the streets at night.

Had the scourge of the beast made its way to Hive City as well?

Keeping her attention sharp, the ex-hunter searched and smelled for the lycanthropes she heard of. Perhaps she was taking it too far, looking for a semblance of home in all the wrong ways. After all, she had no weapons, and her strength was greatly diminished. If anything she would die again, and at that point, well, who knew what she would become.

It was the scuffing of shoes against pavement, the growls and barks of a wolf, that caught Maria’s attention. With haste she made her way to the source of the sound, but stayed in the shadows once she saw the scene played before her.

A young man, no older than 17 she supposed, fought against the wolf not a lycanthrope with the deft, swift movements of a beginning hunter. Of course she recognized it right away, a small spark flickering in her chest. Maria did not approach the boy until he claimed victory, She would not delay his death.

“That’s a fine hunting technique you have.” Her accent was thick, black coat ruffling in the cool city breeze. “Where did you learn it?”

[pessimisticobserver]

“Don’t consider me a small child that needs help, you piece of dog shit.”

     He had merely been asked if he was lost-- and already, Andersen shot back with an unhappy and unfriendly tone. Being mistaken as a child was terrible, but it did little to help his already sordid mood. So, for now, he’d let loose a bit.

“From the sound of my voice, you should be able to realize I’m no child. The body is an adequate excuse to fool one’s eyes, but let your small mind comprehend my voice so that you know the true weight of my existence.”

“That is, as a man trapped within the body of his childhood self. Understand? No? Too bad. Giving you details is something that isn’t worth my time.”

     After his small rant, he lets out a small sigh. Phew. That felt good.

“Anyways, if I get shanked whilst traversing these alleyways, that’s no one’s concern but mine. But this is the quickest route to Epsilon from here.”

@erenyega

[kuyuzhishi-a]

erenyega replied to your post “playlist.”

fucking memer

You like it admit it