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Dragons Without Teeth ┆Monster AU ┆Bloodlusteren

bloodlusteren:

She's not entire sure how she ended up here, when the last thing she remembers is burnt pancakes and Eren going back to bed-- her bed-- where she finds they are still. Her eyes are soft when she presses the pad of her finger on his slightly parted lips, thinking, he’s much less intense when his eyes are closed...thats where he keeps all of it. 

And he’s staying. He’s mine. She can barely keep the smile from cracking across her face, sitting up abruptly to press her face into the blankets. Since he was still fast asleep and she was finally completely sober, Mikasa slid out of bed to make another attempt at pancakes, this time pulling up a video from her phone with instructions on how not to burn them as badly this time. 

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One somewhat frustrating hour later, Mikasa had a stack of semi-decent looking pancakes, having eaten all of the ugly ones to hide the evidence. She had long since conceded that her coffee would never match his, but she tried anyway, settling for almost as good. 

Still pretty sad compared to his... Mikasa thinks with a sigh as she slices some fruit to go on top and brings the tray into the room, setting it on the nightstand by his side and slides back into bed like nothing happened, draping an arm over his body for good measure. 

Waiting was the worst of it now, reining in the urge to wake him up and show him what she’d done, but also not wanting everything to be cold if he slept through the morning. It only took her a couple of minutes to excuse herself for a glass of water, half-hoping her movement would at least rouse him a bit. 

by Loading Artist

my comedic sense was fully sated before I even reached the last panel

A+ would snort again

Die Tage vergingen- closed

bloodlusteren:

Every noise made her bones ache with the need to flee far away from here, to fight, to do something, even when her something was at the top of this tower though the barrel of a gun that suddenly felt too small, despite it being half as long as she is tall. It all looked so small and far away that she could hardly believe it was real, and she stood at the window, almost mesmerized by the act below. 

The sight helped her focus a little better, honing in on the faces of people clad in her uniform, those massive suits of armor, the omnics themselves. Her aim was just above average and no better; her ‘style’ so to speak had always been only precise enough to do the job, because it was easier to be heavy hitting and overkill than to concern herself with the specifics. 

The first bullet--thankfully just a standard one-- went completely awry when her arm twitched, sending it through the top corner of one of the large blue shields on their side. Whew, better hope no one saw that, Mikasa thought with a cringe, wrapping a hand around her wrist to steady herself.

The second was pure luck-- her bullet gave off a small bolt of lightning where it had entered the monic foot soldiers head, a crackle she imagined in her own mind...it was almost satisfying. Alright, its not that hard. I can do this. 

She rolled another bullet, engraved with a red rim around the base, for luck. Normal bullets will kill omnics, but only rarely, They’re machines-- you need to destroy the parts inside. 

Aim-- 

Squeeze-- 

It barely clips the shoulder of another, one she realizes she’s never seen before, hitting its horse-like rear instead. The blast is larger than she imaged, perhaps because her target was, but she cheers silently when it loses its back legs, one taking out one the comrades fighting alongside it, 

Okay, okay, it’s not that hard! She reassures herself, loading a couple more reds into her gun. 

Though hardly methodical and not at all accurate, the red bullets are forgiving, turning her misses into landmines, hits into bombs. She follows the sounds of metal on metal, the screams of her own with the tip of her rifle, connecting the dots between splotches of blood and oil, like the worlds most grotesque puzzle. 

There.

A single soldier-- the german kind, in their giant ridiculous suits of armor-- surrounded by four OR-15s. On reflex, she pulls the trigger, taking out one of the units’ blade arms. Her next five shots are near misses as she shakily tries to steady herself as she watches his shield crumble, him bravely taking a swing anyway, only to have the omnic catch his arm and rip it’s hundred pounds of metal off like it were a dolls. A lump forms in her throat, bracing herself for what comes next as she shoots in vain, because at least she could say she tried--

and a first collapses, still holding the metal arm, then a second, just as it raises its machine gun toward the soldier, who thankfully, is still alive.

Die Tage vergingen- closed

They said that things would never get this worse, but no on even imagined how the actions of a few influened the bigger picture. It all started with a program and then became  pure and raw intelligence. hTe machines that were built for the sake to make our lives easier were now flooding the streets. 

Before we could even act, the first shots were fired and it as all out war. Machines going berserk, taking down cities back and forth. They were machines, but they were acting like humans, with oil stead of blood.

The alarm went off as usual, 4 am. The time to get ready, even when the threat was till far since the machines were not very active, he had a job to do. Running down the streets of Eichenwalde, he made it to the workshop. The crusader suits were waiting.

Whil he was a recrit in expectations to become a crusader, there was still much to do if he ever wanted to get there. But his task was not just a soldier bt also a mechanic. The large and customized suits of the general and the Liutenant were neatly standing side by side.

Running the basic checks everything was running perfectly. The voices of the veterrans echoed as they got ready for the day.

“ The omnics have gone quiet, it bothers me Liuetenant, we should make sure to keep things in check..” -The general muttered as he climbed up into his suit.

“If they dare to come, they will face the might of the german forces General, fear not” -The blonde haired man answered in a extremly cheerfl and confident tone. Barely noticing his presence the two large crusaders left the workshop.

Thos words sounded reassuring. But what it came next was beyond his own expectations. A simple day, turned into absolute hell when the city was raided, overwhelmed and the general fell to the omnics might.

He barely made it out safe if it wasnt from the Liuetenant, the cheerful and moody words from that morning were gone while a brand new scar branded his left eye.

Now in a helicarier towards an unknown location, Eren´s hand was shaking, holding the gun. wounded from the skirmish. The Lieutenant was sitting in front among other survivors.

“Kid, you were the one fixing the suits?” -The man asked his on god eye staring at him. 

“Yes sir.. yours and the general.. everyday..”- he replied, his oice low and crackled from the hours before.

“I might have a favor to ask you” -Rinhardt added while raising his hand, staring at his own palm. The token he had recieved from his mentor. 

@soldiergirlinacruelworld

At 0300 hours somewhere above the caspian sea flew a plane full of a certain organization’s not-quite-as-new-but-not-seasoned-either cadets, most of which were sleeping with their cheeks pressed against the cold metal walls with packs of gear wedged between them. Middle of the night transports were common when dropping off in high-tension areas, though rarely did the residents realize that was the case until it was too late, especially in the case of the almost-nondescript village with the almost-inconspicuous military base. 

Among the few who stayed awake, surprisingly, was their top-of-the-class best-- a certain Mikasa Ackerman, daughter and niece to two of Overwatch’s higher ranking officers herself. She had never been able to fall asleep anywhere that wasn’t completely comfortable, a curious quirk for a soldier to have, not that it seemed to get in her way so far. 

She entertained herself by fiddling with her gear, picking at the threads on her gloves in between bouts of half-lidded, half-assed attempts at sleep, always giving up a couple minutes in, until the plane started to descend. The change in pressure roused nearly everyone, their captain nudging everyone who hadn’t as they take their stand at the front of the aisle. 

“You’re all going to get a full briefing in the morning, but for the sake of secrecy I’m gonna tell you all a couple things about our destination. One: be as inconspicuous as possible-- if you have to leave base, do it in plainclothes. Under no circumstances should you make it known to anyone that we’re bringing people into base. Two: the locals are friendly and used to our presence, but be wary. You don’t know who could be listening. Just stay vigilant and lay low. Other than that, should be business as usual. Oh, also--don’t leave immediately, we’re planning on making some reassignments.” 

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As soon as they landed Mikasa jumped up, eager to head inside, because base meant a semi-comfortable bed, and bed meant being able to sleep horizontally for once. Before she made it to the door though, the captain steps in her way, a none-too-impressed look on his face.

“--Ackerman. You’re expected in the sniper unit.” 

Mikasa blinks, taking longer than usual to make sense of his words. “....Yes sir.” She gestures a halfhearted salute, stepping around him to find whoever she had to ask for permission to nap from next. 

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0300 hours again, a sleeping Mikasa is awoken rather rudely by her team members, most of which whose names she hadn't yet memorized. “Ackerman! We gotta move. Word is there’s gonna be a strike on the West base, so we’re shipping out to help now that they’ve confirmed.”  Its urgent, but not frantic; the trained soldier in her rouses at once, though her mind is slow to follow as she hurries to gather her things and meet at the trucks. 

It’s like the jet all over again, half-sleep with no real rest. If anyone asked, she would have it any other way, but the truth is that she would have it any goddamn way they wanted if only to get some rest. 

Everyone within looked as sleepless as she did, some of their own, some clad in uniforms she didn’t recognize (especially the seven foot suits of armor).  Mikasa ignored all of it, especially the nagging feeling that she wouldn’t see some of them return alive by the next sunset, and climbed the stairs to one of the front towers, rifle slung over her shoulder. 

Every rusty hinge-creek, anything that sounded vaguely metallic set her on edge, her finger on the radio button like it was the trigger to her gun, ready to alert everyone else. The first shots were heard, not seen, just a little too late for her to communicate to everyone else-- 

not that she needed it, the grenade blast did all the talking for her.

A Royal Mess┆Anastasia AU ┆Bloodlusteren

bloodlusteren:

Yeah right, you and what army? Kana leers at the boy as she pockets the address. Poor, undereducated peasant that she was didn't mean dumb enough to believe he was any different from her, no matter what she said. Her hard eyes never leave him until the two of them are down the street, far out of her sight.

Even waterlogged, the cupcakes were cloying, almost bitter, and all she could think of was that maybe he’d tainted them-- stupid, aggressive Eren and his stupid face. Kana got down two bites before spitting it out, leaving the half-eaten cupcake on her makeshift table. 

The next morning was no better. Faced with the same cold empty plus the thought of having to see the green eyed bastard, Kana would sooner have let herself go stiff and pale as a corpse down here than have to face him again. She entertained herself the entire walk down by balling up snow and imagining they were his head as she pelted the buildings with little eren-faces. 

She could hear the voices inside the building as she got closer, leaving no possibility of doubt that he’d given her the wrong address. Is he always angry? She thinks to herself as she knocks on the door, partially ajar so that she could see the blond hair, and enters. 

“Good morning,” Kana waves to Armin, completely bypassing the his friend who could have been part of the furniture considering how much he looked like steam could be going from his ears, though that doesn't stop her from shooting him a look as she passes. “I’m here, so give me some work I guess?”

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sure these guys mightve seen some crazy things but i doubt they could sit through an entire scary movie

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Dragons Without Teeth ┆Monster AU ┆Bloodlusteren

bloodlusteren:

Too many underestimate the sleep of intoxication, heavy and stifling like being buried under hundreds of blankets on top of each other. There is nothing to grab onto, to pull yourself out, submerged like water in darkness. Mikasa only briefly touches the surface once, to the clinking of glasses being put away, though not far enough to break its film and see for herself.

She does feel, however, her own weight in his arms when he picks her up, a faint, but sincere smile just barely tugging up the corners of her lips.

What goes under must come back up at some point though, if drinking is the plunge. A slightly more sober Mikasa resurfaces, having found the strength to drag herself back up only to find herself in a completely state than before: a dry, sapping headache in her dimmed bedroom, face slightly sticky with makeup remover, all traces of grandeur removed from her body. Eren is beside her, his breathing light and drowsy if not already asleep, and she takes a second to savor it, the feeling that everything has come together how it should be before getting up for a glass of water.

Her reflection is shunned when she walks past a mirror, not wanting to see how much of a mess she’d made herself and how much Eren had cleaned up, but she can’t help but sneak a peek on her way back, having downed the full glass. Awful is an understatement.

She tried to wash up as quietly as possible, not wanting to disturb the sleeping werewolf who had apparently found the time to clean the remnants of the party and herself before sleeping, though it doesn’t stop her from pressing her lips against his temple and whispering “Good night Eren, I love you,” as she slides into bed next to him.

Only to find the depths avoid her this time. 

She only discovers this after memorizing the outline of his face in the dark, missing the glow of his eyes. He really does have pretty eyes… pretty everything, she shakes her head, tracing down the exposed part of his neck with one finger. 

It wasn’t long before his beauty was no longer enough to entertain her restlessness though, and she decides to attempt making breakfast, despite it being the awkward hour of four thirty in the morning in which it couldn’t be considered late or early, as neither adjective wanted anything to do with it. 

Mixing pancake batter went well. The first two came off relatively easily, if not a little bubbly in the middle. Oh well, she was going for taste and not beauty here. The trouble doesn’t start until she starts believing in herself, more specifically in her ability to multitask in the kitchen, leaving the second batch to sizzle as she makes coffee, taking sip after sprinkle after sip after dashes of spices here and there, determined to nail down the exact flavor of his delicious coffee.

If the burnt aroma of the pancakes wasn’t enough to tip her off as she sprinkled a little more nutmeg in, the smoke alarm definitely is, nearly making her spill a couple of spice jars when she jumps at the shrill noise. ohfuckohfuck the pancakes Erens going to wake up and kill me, why did i even try?

The peaceful slumber of her only matched her relaxed look. She passed from this mess earlier that day to this beatiful sleeping creature. Dragons had this fame of a thick coat of scales, rendering almost invulnerable to anything. Looks like words and actions sure pierced through.

After enjoying her features for a while, Eren himself fell victim of sandman, and fell asleep. the slumber was brief, he found himself already busy embracing his little dragon carefully. But as the dream goes and goes his senses begin to kick in.

First it was the smell, helet it through since he asumed she wnated to make breakfast. It was not until the fire alarm when he instantly jumped off the bed. and rushed towards the kitchen. His eyes were red, due to the lack of sleep. Mikasa had gone quite early in comparison, and the booze didnt help him either.

“Mikasa.. whats wrong? is there a fire?..”- Eren said quite loud, already in panic mode looking for danger and seeing if she was alright.

All that conmotion for nothing, just to find the girl cursing and trying to turn off the heat and throwing water over the now sizzling and smoking pan. Eren´s shoulder fall down as he began to walk towards her.

“What are you doing Mikasa?”- Eren muttered, sluggy tone as he aproached her, seing the mess she had done in the kitchen he just had cleaned not so long ago. He just sighs and brushes the girl aside as he began to clean again.

“it´s 4:30 in the morning Mikasa… go back to bed please.. I will make breakfast later..”- Eren muttered again in a sluggy tone, the mess the kitchen was, the coffee stains and of course, flour and batter drips here and there.

“just go back to bed.. I will clean this up..”- the rugged and tired looks of his were enough to tell how he felt. He was not mad, yet but he sure was dead beat. Even if her intentions were good, the outcome in the other hand were debatable.

Right on cue, Eren trudges in as Mikasa tips the sad, blackened disks into the trash. She meets his gaze sheepishly, tracing their path around the mess she hadn’t realized had been left in the wake of her super-early-morning-borderline-extra-late-night cooking. 

Small puddles of batter dotted the kitchen counter irregularly, and she lifts the hand she’d set on the counter and rubs the coffees bitter-cream on another edge, spreading the mess around even more. Funny how things looked different when she borrowed him to see them through, in a way. Typical Mikasa wouldn't have minded until she was a little more sober, a little more awake.

Back to him, exhausted, bloodshot green eyes, almost-but-not-quite angry at her expression-- though if she’d been woken up at the asscrack of dawn to a fire alarm only to find burnt pancakes and spilled coffee, she’d be pretty pissed off too.

“No, you go back to sleep,” Mikasa replies, grasping his shoulders and turning him around, nudging him back down the hall with a light push. “I’m awake and I’ll clean up, okay?” She says apologetically, returning to her mess. “And I’ll make them right this time.”

It didn’t take as much cleaning up as he made it out to be, though he was probably more exasperated with her-- when was he not?-- and how inevitably her life just needed to be at odds with his, even when she was sober.

Once the initial mess was cleaned though, the dragon figured she was on enough of a roll to clean up the rest of her kitchen-- make it extra-sparkling, just so he'd know that she hadn't made him leave her alone for no real reason.

Well, thats what was supposed to happen anyway. 

What really happened wasn’t anything she would remember if asked, otherwise she wouldn't have ended up asleep face down on the kitchen floor in the first place, dragon-scale cheeks on cold kitchen tile, eyes closed within the hour of pushing him out of the kitchen.

(x)

@eferalis

@freewings-coldsteel

Dragons Without Teeth ┆Monster AU ┆Bloodlusteren

bloodlusteren:

Too many underestimate the sleep of intoxication, heavy and stifling like being buried under hundreds of blankets on top of each other. There is nothing to grab onto, to pull yourself out, submerged like water in darkness. Mikasa only briefly touches the surface once, to the clinking of glasses being put away, though not far enough to break its film and see for herself.

She does feel, however, her own weight in his arms when he picks her up, a faint, but sincere smile just barely tugging up the corners of her lips.

What goes under must come back up at some point though, if drinking is the plunge. A slightly more sober Mikasa resurfaces, having found the strength to drag herself back up only to find herself in a completely state than before: a dry, sapping headache in her dimmed bedroom, face slightly sticky with makeup remover, all traces of grandeur removed from her body. Eren is beside her, his breathing light and drowsy if not already asleep, and she takes a second to savor it, the feeling that everything has come together how it should be before getting up for a glass of water.

Her reflection is shunned when she walks past a mirror, not wanting to see how much of a mess she’d made herself and how much Eren had cleaned up, but she can’t help but sneak a peek on her way back, having downed the full glass. Awful is an understatement.

She tried to wash up as quietly as possible, not wanting to disturb the sleeping werewolf who had apparently found the time to clean the remnants of the party and herself before sleeping, though it doesn't stop her from pressing her lips against his temple and whispering “Good night Eren, I love you,” as she slides into bed next to him.

Only to find the depths avoid her this time. 

She only discovers this after memorizing the outline of his face in the dark, missing the glow of his eyes. He really does have pretty eyes... pretty everything, she shakes her head, tracing down the exposed part of his neck with one finger. 

It wasn’t long before his beauty was no longer enough to entertain her restlessness though, and she decides to attempt making breakfast, despite it being the awkward hour of four thirty in the morning in which it couldn't be considered late or early, as neither adjective wanted anything to do with it. 

Mixing pancake batter went well. The first two came off relatively easily, if not a little bubbly in the middle. Oh well, she was going for taste and not beauty here. The trouble doesn't start until she starts believing in herself, more specifically in her ability to multitask in the kitchen, leaving the second batch to sizzle as she makes coffee, taking sip after sprinkle after sip after dashes of spices here and there, determined to nail down the exact flavor of his delicious coffee.

If the burnt aroma of the pancakes wasn’t enough to tip her off as she sprinkled a little more nutmeg in, the smoke alarm definitely is, nearly making her spill a couple of spice jars when she jumps at the shrill noise. ohfuckohfuck the pancakes Erens going to wake up and kill me, why did i even try?

@treacherousarlcrt

Dragons Without Teeth ┆Monster AU ┆Bloodlusteren

bloodlusteren:

It was to forget, to shatter the present time so that she wouldn't notice it pass in shards if she kept her attention trained elsewhere, namely on Eren. She could see that he was too sober by comparison, but less so upset than she would be about it, even as he tried to do the same, running his hands through her hair, voice lowered like he’d wake her up if he got any older. I’m not asleep, silly, she thinks at him, as if he’d get the message by reading her mind somehow. 

She makes a noise when he lifts her up, a mix of irritation and appreciation that he did so with such ease, like it was somehow her own shortcoming for being as light to him as she was. Mikasa wants to slump over and sleep right there, never mind how embarrassing that would be in front of everyone else, but she supposes its better that he keeps her pressed to his chest somewhat upright. Over and over, her eyes close every couple of seconds before she forces them to open again, nodding slightly every time because she’d just remembered the question he was asking her through the shards, even if she could only see one at a time. 

Wrapped in their own shared world beyond the noise of the party, she could have been content to lay like this forever, embracing the odd feeling that she could be so lost while lying so perfectly still with him. 

“They can...staay?” Mikasa is as confused at her own words as she sounds, long as it took for her to think of them. Turning her head to the side, she buries her face in his shoulder to shut out the light, though the scent of him and freshly washed clothes is a bonus, as is hiding from the photos Ymir and Sasha are pseudo-stealthily snapping from across the room. “But...I sleep.”

The room is quick to pick up on this, somewhat intrigued yet losing interest quickly in the sleeping dragon. Its rare to see any sort of vulnerability from her on this level, but the energy in the room dwindles along with her. Soon, they start kicking themselves out at Marco’s suggestion they go for late night burritos, shame Mikasa wasn’t here to see him try this time. 

“Hey Eren, you want us to bring one back for you?”

SEND A "!" FOR OUR MUSES MARRIED LIFE

My babies… (◕‿◕)♡ plz don’t die

Summer Meet Cutes

A) At a weekend barbecue of a mutual friend, Muse A and Muse B touch hands as they both reach for the last drink in the cooler. 

B) At the beach, a particularly strong wave knocks the swimsuit right off of Muse A; Muse B is the first person to wander near enough for Muse A to discreetly ask to borrow their beach towel.

C) Coming home to a broken A.C. yet again, Muse A strips down to their underwear to stave off heatstroke and calls their friend to bring over a spare fan; Muse B (any relation to the friend) shows up with the delivery instead and is unexpectedly greeted by a half-naked Muse A.   

D) Muse A is desperate to find relief from the summer heat and decides to sneak in to the local country club’s private pool. Muse B is an employee of the country club and spots Muse A just as they pop through the just-big-enough hole in the fence near the edge of the property.

E) While on a camping trip with a small group of friends, Muse A wanders off to use the bathroom; they get turned around somehow on the way back and end up at Muse B’s tent.

F) Rained in for the night, Muse A orders food for delivery; Muse B arrives with Muse A’s order but gets caught out in the terrible storm when their car refuses to start. Muse B turns to Muse A for temporary refuge. 

G) Muse A notices Muse B in line behind them when they purchase an ice cream cone from the vendor at the park. When it’s Muse B’s turn to order, the vendor announces that they’re sold out, so Muse A offers to share theirs with Muse B. 

H) On a scorching day, Muse A comes across an open fire hydrant in their neighborhood and joins the group of people enjoying the cool spray of water; among them is Muse B whom Muse A has often seen around but has never spoken to because they’ve always seemed intimidating–but they don’t seem very intimidating after getting a bucket of water dumped on their head and laughing about it.