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You wake up to a leftover bag of takeout in the fridge. With last nights less than desirable events, you can't help but gleam at this gift sent from above. Or more literally, Sasha Braus and her love for food.

"Morning." Sasha yawns out as she walks into the kitchen behind you with her nest of brown tangled hair that she wears in a scrunchie. Turning toward her, you reply with a good morning and grab the bag from the refrigerator.

"Oh no you don't," Sasha defends as she grabs the bag from you, "that is a five Michelin star meal that is not going to be wasted on your hungover breakf-"

"One, no such thing as a five Michelin star, you idiot," You interrupt and grab the bag back, "and two, I am not hungover."

"Wait, you're not?" She questioned, eyebrows raising.

"Not hungover. Not an ounce in me since we finished the Tito last week."

Sasha turns around and grabs a fork from the drawer. "Thought you were at the frat, t's all."

"They had a party last night?" You sit down at the kitchen island while looking at Sasha's expression, trying to read the answer to your question before she says it herself.

"Yeah," she says after she shoves a bite of cold pasta in her mouth, "they threw a whole welcoming party for Eren. "

"Who even is that guy?" You remark arrogantly, shoving your own fork in the takeout dish. "This is the second time I've heard about him in like the last twenty four hours." You say laughing.

"You don't know who Eren is?" She almost sounds offended. "He's friends with the guys. And, like, practically all of Paradis and Marley."

"Bro," you say with a full mouth of food, "I've literally never seen this guy a day in my life."

"That's a load of shit!" Sasha laughs. "You had to of. There's no way you don't know who he is!"

"Need a face to the name." You say nonchalantly, jabbing your fork to grab more pasta.

"He's a womanizer, that's all you need to know." Sasha jokes.

"Oh really? And what makes him such a big prize?"

"His dick apparently, he's like massive or something but that's kinda gross to think about."

"Oh, gross Sash!" You joke in disgust. You start to comprehend that this Eren guy isn't just some name who haunts the town, he's actually a real person.

Sasha walks around the island. "He's such a sweatheart though!!" She pinches your cheeks. "-Makes it hard to believe all the stories girls have about him are true."

"Oh brother." You roll your eyes. "What, so he's like a freak freak or something?"

Sasha leans in, whispering in your ear, "If you're so curious, go and find out." She giggles.

Your stomach drops and you begin to feel your face heat up. Sasha then pulls away and shivers in disgust. "Ew, I did not just say that about Eren." You can't help but feel your cheeks heat up and your stomach fluttering. You push down your confusing feelings for the meantime because a guy you've never meet shouldn't make you feel like this.

"What! So I'm not worthy of this supposed sex symbol that happens to be gracing everyone in these parts with his presence?"

"Girl, you're so hot. Any guy would fall to his knees for you if he knew what's best for him." She says, walking out of the kitchen. "Also!" She screams from the living room, "We're going out tonight, so don't make other plans."

"Okay!" You scream reply back, finishing the rest of the pasta and wanting nothing more to do than match the name to the face to quench your curiously. If he went to school in Marley and lives him Paradis, you probably saw him before . You could just ask Sash what he looks like, but you don't want her to get the wrong idea about your intentions. You could care less about the sex reputation he's acquired, and if you thought too hard on it, you might even recall some of your classmates in college mentioning his name in passing while speaking on that topic. Actually, even in high school you can remember his name being brought up in conversations with your friends, going in through one ear and out the other. You frankly dismissed it all, him having no attachment to you, but now? You feel confused and honestly deprived. Everyone knows this guy but you, and you have a serious case of FOMO. Which also means that, yes, you'll be going wherever Sasha takes you tonight.

—

"I am not wearing that."

"Why not?" Sasha defends, holding up an article of clothing that is comparable to a piece of dental floss.

"I'm trying to be.. what's the word?" You ponder, eyes hitting the ceiling.

"Uh. Oh I know! A negative Nancy?" Sasha responds smiling from ear to ear.

You ignore her and grab whatever she's holding. You can't even tell if it's a top, bottom, or undergarment. "This." You say while swinging it in her face. "Is a no!"

"Ugh! C'mon y/n, live a little!" Sasha pushes you with her arm. "You know what, here." She says as she hands you a dress.

It's satin. Red. Short. It's a halter and flows a little at the bottom. Typically, you'd go for a comfier look for a party, but tonight you feel a little risky.

"Alright." You respond in a mock defeated tone and you start to put it on.

"Yay!" Sasha squeals as she claps her hands. "You're going to look so cute!"

—

The autumn air is too crisp for comfort, and you're honestly wishing you brought a sweater. When you and Sasha left the house, you were slighty horrified at the idea that you may have overdressed. Pairing your dress with some black lace tights and doc martin boots, as well as some jewelry stacks, you were pretty satisfied with your outfit regardless. As you and Sash drive to the frat, you see that most of the people heading that way are dressed up too. You sigh in relief.

The road you're taking is right along the beach. From Sasha's car, you can see high schoolers mingling around bonfires, a Paradis kid's rite of passage.

"Remember when the cops tried to get us to give them some white claws junior year?" You reminisce out loud while looking at the bonfire.

Sasha turns to the beach as well. "And we had to give them a whole box cause they threatened to call our parents!" We look at each other, the memories flooding in and we laugh at the idiocy.

"Would've called our parents if we were all Marley kids." You remark. "Their rite of passage is an overnight jail stay."

"Says the girl who lived in Marley." Sasha responds, making a turn.

"The girl who lived in Marley actually only hung out with the Paradis kids." You remind her. Sasha laughs like what you said was hilarious, and covers her laugh with her hand before pulling into an empty spot.

"You guys are so..similar?! Are you guys twins?"

"Who?"

"The hot topic of the rumor mill, duh! You connect the dots, girl." Sasha states like it's obvious, getting out of the car. But to you, it isn't obvious. You didn't really partake in the neighborhood gossip often and honestly had no idea what she was talking about. You get out as well and start walking toward the frat.When you both get to the door, a familiar face greets you two.

"Who invited you guys?" A boy with dirty blonde hair asks.

"Shut up, Jean!" You argue back jokingly. A smile on playing on both of your faces as you shut down his sarcasm.

He throws his hands up in defeat. "Fine, fine. guess you guys can go in." Jean mock sighs,  getting a kick out of his own joke.

"Yeah! We will!" Sasha says, giving him a punch to the side. He makes a noise mixed of pain and protest, mostly pain, and you and Sash enter the frat.

—

Taking your final sip of your Mikes lemonade, you can feel a buzz, especially considering you and Sasha already had a few shots earlier when you had arrived. The music is so loud that you can feel your heart chasing the beat. Pushing your hair out of your face, you head to the kitchen to throw out your empty drink.

A few people are lingering around the kitchen, chatting and having conversations. You can vaguely recognize them all, small town perks, and press your heel down on the can so that the lid opens. After disposing of your drink, you decide that you should find your friends.

After walking around, trying to avoid all the flirting couples that look like they want to swallow each others tongues, or already are for that matter, you go back to the kitchen, taking a new can of whatever was in the cooler. Eventually, you find them all playing beer pong in the gaming room.

"Y/n!" Historia slurs beside Ymir, who you assume is her teammate for the round. Connie and Jean are on the opposite side. "Come join us!!" You can tell she is drunker than you.

You listen and sit on the large couch that overlooks the table.

"So Min'" you turn to the blonde boy beside you, his cheeks rosy and his eyes watching Ymir throwing her ball in and Connie having to throw back a shot. "Having fun?"

"Almost too much." He replies while glancing at his phone for a second because of a notification. He looks back up at you, and his eyes shine a bright blue. "I'm waiting for my turn to play"

"Me too." You agree, leaning your head back against the back of the couch.

"Hey y/n." Mikasa greets you as she sits right beside you on the couch.

"Mika! I haven't seen you in so long!" You giggle in excitement as you hug her.

"I know. We need to have another sleepover with Sasha." She states. You make a sound of approval, and you, Armin, and Mikasa fall into conversation.

"I actually almost joined the football team."

"There's no way." You say.

"How much have you had to drink, Armin?" Mikasa asks, concern lacing her tone because in a literal sense, "Armin" and "football" should not be in the same sentence, ever.

Armin laughs while holding his unlocked phone. "I really almost did! I was at the first tryout and they called me back, I didnt go because that's when Eren got into Marley's school."

"Oh, right." Mikasa says as her confusion is cleared. On the contrary, you feel even more confused than before.

"Yeah, I said I'd only join if he did, then he went off to private school." Armin scoffs, but it's lighthearted and warm.

"Is he coming toni-"

"I still have no idea who that guy is." You mutter, interrupting.

Armin and Mikasa gasp and you look at them like they're crazy. "What!" They exclaim at the same time as they start to question you.

"Eren this, Eren that!" You say out loud. "I don't even think he's real at this point, who even is he?"

"Me."

You turn to see who replied to your small outburst, and you stop your jaw dropping before it can.

Wearing a tight fitting tee and sweats, and to your dismay, holding a bottle of Sierra Mist and adorning a lip piercing. You can't tell if you want to runaway or freeze up.

His piercing green eyes bore into yours. His hair not long, but somehow loosely tied back. "You owe me." He states.

"I'm sorry?" You say in confusion.

He gestures to his bottle of Sierra Mist, which ironically is empty. He licks his piercing and your stomach flips.

Realization dawns on you. "I told you I would pay for it."

"Yeah, while you were taking up half the screen of the movie I fucking payed money to watch."

"I already said I was-"

"Hey, Eren!" Armin interrupts, trying to deescalate the situation, looking between you and the guy from the movies. Another realization dawns on you. The guy from the movies that you spilled the drink on and Eren are the same person. You got so frozen up in the moment that you completely forgot to unmix the two people, because they're actually just one person.

"Why did you just spawn in like that?" Mikasa laughs. You're still trying to comprehend these two people are actually one. "Could've texted us you were coming."

Eren looks at Mikasa. "I texted Armin."

"I can vouch for that." Armin interjects, waving his phone with the messages app open.

"Whatever." Mikasa takes a swing of her white claw. "Oh y/n, that's who we were talking about by the way." She says, pointing her index finger at Eren.

"Oh yeah, there he is!" Armin joins in, both he and Mikasa just pointing at him while you and Eren fight the urge to not to punch each other in the face.

"I can see that." You say rolling your eyes, hoping that a black hole happens to open up under you and suck you into a universe where this wasn't happening. The longer Eren stands close to you, the more attractive you realize he is. His eyebrows are closely knit, annoyance emanating from his body.

"I've meet you before."

"Uh, yeah?" You state the obvious.

"Then why are you acting like you have no idea who I am?" Eren scoffs.

"Oooo! Drama at the couch!" Connie immaturely screams from the beer pong game. You opt to ignore Connie for the time being.

"Oh y/n, that's him!" Historia says nodding at you after her attention is diverted to the couch by Connie's drunk instigating.

"Yeah, Eren Jeager in da house!" Connie screams. "Jeager bomb!!!!!" He throws a ball and completely misses the cup. Ymir bursts out laughing and Jean slaps his forehead.

"Oh my gosh, I get it, okay!" You say out loud, the alcohol in your system making your cheeks heat up, as well as from the embarrassment you're feeling. And when Erens eyes flit down to your chest, your flight mode kicks in, "you know what! I'll go throw these out" as you grab the empty bottles that Armin, you, and Mikasa have accumulated in the past hour, which is only about four or five cans, and leave the gaming room with your heart beating in your ears.

You were livid and needed to get out of there. You weren't mad at your friends, but you wished they could've helped you and not made it seem like you were going around desperate for a sliver of information on Eren. You were livid at the fact that Eren is a complete ass. He's a sweetheart? Really, Sasha? You open the trash can and throw the drinks out. Eren was just as rude as he was in the theater. To think that you were actually excited when you heard his name-

"Still owe me."

You instinctively flinch due to the fact that you were just thinking about him. "Uh." You turn around to face him. He leans on the opposite counter, confidence and charisma flowing off of him, and you suddenly see why he has such a reputation. "Maybe if you weren't such a bitch about it," You explain slowly, "I'd be more than happy to pay it back."

Eren did not expect that response, holding a hand to his heart. "Ouch." He feigns hurt. "I buy myself a drink, a girl spills it, and now I'm the bitch?"

"You could've been so much nicer about it!" You defend.

"I could say the same thing about you. What were you saying back there? Who even is that guy?" He thinks, tousling his hair. " Yeah, that's what you said." He takes a sip of from his red solo cup. "Why don't you preach what you teach?"

"Ugh! You grunt as you take another mikes lemonade from the cooler and pop it open, mostly because you can't stand to look at him anymore. "I meant that I didnt know who you were! As in Eren, not the fact I knew you from the movies. I didn't know your name."

"How do you not know who I am?" He says. It comes off as an arrogant question to you, and you scoff in reply.

"I don't care who you are." You let out, the alcohol in your system making you testy.

"Well, now you do." Eren says, pushing off the counter and looking you up and down. "See you around." As he walks away, he turns around "Oh, nice dress." Turning back around with a smirk and disappearing around a corner.

"Ugh!" You say to yourself, taking a giant swing of your drink. A night full of confusion, yet there's one thing you know now, something you're certain of.

You hate Eren.

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Y/N sat cross-legged on the floor, in the quiet glow of the evening. Her young eyes widened with wonder as she gazed up at her grandmother. The elder, her face was a map of life’s secrets and tales. The grandmother sat in her rocking chair, knitting slowly glancing down at her grandchild.

“My dear child,” she began, her voice was a whisper yet in the old house, it sounded so much louder, “there exists a tear in the paths of our universe, a rift unseen but deeply felt. A time will come when it calls out to a guardian, someone to mend the seams of destiny.” 

Y/N listened, her heart beating curiously in awe. She had no idea what her grandmother was talking about, but she hung onto every single word.

“You, my dear child, are the chosen one. The universe does not make errors in their selection. She sees the strength in your heart, the courage in your soul, and the unwavering light in your spirit. You, my dear, are a warrior of the mind.”

“But, gram-gram,” Y/N interjected, her voice a mix of confusion, “how will I know? Can I really be like a superhero?” 

Her grandmother rocked back and forth in her chair, with the kindest smiles that held the secrets of the universe, her wisdom born from the years of reading the stars themselves. 

“When the time comes, you will know. The universe will guide you. Remember, what flows in your veins is of those who dreamed, and wanted to make a difference in the world even if it meant being outcasted by the rest of the world. You carry the legacy of soldiers within you, of healers and scholars. You are stronger then you could think.” 

The words of her grandmother lulled her to sleep with a heart full of curious questions. The starts glistened in the sky knowing, that it was only short while before the young girl would make a difference and heal the paths of destiny. 

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The walls of that grand building fell away like flimsy pieces of paper. The stage folded, and from the billowing smoke and flames, a figure like the devil rose.

The devil...

…

“GAH-!”

You shot up from your sheets like a bullet. Below you, the fabric was damp, hopelessly soaked through with sweat. Your heart was pounding ruthlessly inside your chest, relentless. You were always suffering the same nightmare every night, so why did it always feel just as bad every time?

Sometimes it honestly felt like you were just straight up losing it. The Marley incident was over, and Eren was currently situated behind solid iron bars. 

So what were you still so worried about?

Why...why did you keep envisioning something awful whenever those sea green eyes came to mind? Were you crazy? Eren wasn't going to do anything, not when his friends were here.

Right?

“...”

Curiosity killed the cat, or in this case, the wannabe world-saving-soldier. Before you knew it, your own feet were making tracks down towards the basement, carrying you willingly or not towards the location where he was being held. Eren's form stood silent and eerie behind the metal bars as you approached, his face a mask you couldn't read anymore.

Back in the earlier days of training and naive missions outside the Walls, he'd seemed almost like a kid sometimes. Impassioned, and angry, yes, but still with those wide eyes that carried a hope, a wish for a better world. 

Now though, when you looked at him, you saw a steely, rigid visage. His lips were like a line dug too deeply into his skull, his eyes heavy set and shadowed. He seemed weathered in a way that you wouldn't expect for someone who was only pushing twenty.

“Eren...”

You hesitated. It was hard to know what to say to him now. His motivations for attacking Marley were not necessarily all wrong, everything considered. Yet it was brutal enough to make you doubt his true convictions. Was he really doing this for the sake of world peace?

Or did he just like getting blood on his hands? Titan, Shifter or otherwise?

“...I'm not angry at you. I'm just confused. And you know, we have to keep you locked up for good reason, right?”

Eren still didn't seem eager to answer. His cold gaze made you uneasy.

“Eren I--”

“[Y/N].”

He finally spoke your name. His voice was low, ominous, and you flinched a little when he uttered it.

“...Yes?”

“...Stand back.” “Huh-?”

You'd never felt an impact like it.

The whole room exploded with a burst of searing light, steam rushing to your skin and toasting it a little as your body was flung backwards and into freshly formed rubble. You hit the stone with a wheeze and curled up slightly, coughing and spluttering, frantically swiping gray powder off your face.

When you were able to open your eyes through the grit, you looked up and felt your stomach plummet to your ankles. 

His nightmarish face peeled back through the smoke and hung on his neck for a moment, before tilting, and allowing those piercing green orbs to strike into you instead. The jail that once held him prisoner was broken open like an eggshell, and it had given birth to the same monster that terrorized Marley days earlier.

Scrambling backwards frantically against the destroyed wall behind you, you choked out a sob as tears welled in your eyes. 

He couldn't be doing this. He couldn't be serious.

Not here. Not you.

…

“Where the hell is [Y/N]!?”

Jean forced a chunk of rubble aside with a hefty heave and jammed his body through into the broken passage, Armin staggering after him, coughing and red-eyed. The entire prison portion of the building was completely reduced, and neither Eren nor you were anywhere to be found.

“Eren!? EREN!” Mikasa shouted desperately, throwing open the jail cell door and breaking it entirely off its already ruined hinges, stumbling forward into the center of the room, and staring upwards. The vast hole torn through the ceiling left the sky exposed, almost like some renaissance painting. Only that was where he must have carried you through, when he transformed and stole you away.

Unless he'd done something worse.

“H...he must have taken [Y/N] with him...they were the only ones down here when-” Armin grimaced. He'd been fearing this for a while. Eren had seemed less and less like the friend he knew as time went on, and this was enough to confirm it. He wasn't the same Eren Yeager anymore...

“FUCKING HELL!”

Jean screamed up at the stars.

…

“MMF-!!”

The gag in your mouth dried your tongue out. It left you feeling completely choked up, thickened from the inside. A tiny bit of nausea lingered from when Eren had flung you up from the ground and into his maw. You remembered little of the journey here except a damp darkness, and a petrifying fear that he was going to swallow you down. 

He spat you out, but it was hardly more of a mercy. Here on the grounds of another ransacked and ruined village, he'd tied you up to the interior of a half-surviving house, binding your wrists behind you and against a rusted tap at your back. The grimy metal dug into your quivering spine.

Standing over you, he casually slipped off his coat and dropped it to the ground, revealing a shirt beneath that clung to his now chiseled body. Something about seeing how defined he'd become as he grew older only made this more terrifying for you. You remembered the days when Annie or Levi could flip him into the dirt instantly. Now you weren't so sure either of them would have it so easy.

“You look scared. Do you think I'm going to kill you?” Eren asked, walking through dappled beams of sunlight that shone past the rafters, pulling over a chair with a creak. He dusted it off with one swipe and sat himself down a little spread legged in front of you, folding his arms before his broad chest.

How were you meant to answer that? You had no idea what you thought. He'd broken out of jail, kidnapped you in the process, and forced you down on your knees like some leashed up puppy, so he could sit there like a king and scrutinize you. What were you supposed to think?

“Here. I can make it a little easier for you.” Eren got up from his chair just so he could rip away the gag, before sitting down in the same position again. You gasped and desperately wet your lips with your tongue, feeling how chapped they'd become. Slowly, you raised your head to look at him, gulping nervously.

“M...maybe?”

“Maybe...”

Eren sighed and tilted his head back somewhat, a strand from his dark brunette hair falling loose out of its tie, “That's what you think, huh? Well...it's kind of true...”

Your blood ran cold.

Eren tilted his head back downwards again, looking straight at you. 

“Killing you is an option. And it might happen, but only if you refuse to cooperate.”

His hands loosened from where he'd tucked them under his arms, and he rested his palms against his knees, gripping them tightly,

“So just join me, [Y/N]. I don't want to waste any more time. Floch and the others agree with me, this world needs to be changed.”

“...Changed? Wh...what are you talking about?” you whimpered, and he cast his eyes down upon you, as if you were just the tiniest thing he'd ever seen.

“The only way that I can keep you safe is to keep Paradis safe. For that...I'll destroy whatever I have to...”

Your eyes widened.

“...Keep...me safe??”

“...Floch thinks you're just a nuisance that I should get rid of. That's a point we disagree on.”

Eren rose slowly from his chair, and started walking towards you.

“He doesn't understand that without you, all of this is pointless. You're the reason why...”

“No...no that can't be...”

You pressed up against the wall, shaking your head over and over,

“I-I'm just your friend--!”

“For now.”

He stood over you. From here, like this, he might as well have been a Titan. His eyes even glowed the same way.

“But if you swear loyalty to me and my cause...then I'll be able to protect you. I'll keep you by my side, and we'll face the world together. We can move forward as one-”

“NO! I don't want that, PLEASE!” you cried, “Please take it back! Just stop all of this, you can't be serious!!”

“...”

Eren's gaze turned down deeper. Any light in his eyes dwindled. 

“Then...there's no point. If you're not willing to love me like I love you, I won't waste my time-”

He sharply nipped his thumb between his teeth. A fresh line of blood drew freely from the wound, and a golden spark flickered.

A droplet of scarlet plummeted down, splattering against your tear-stained cheek. You went silent, jaw agape, recoiling in horror.

“Goodbye [Y/N].”

…

“Looks like everything's going according to plan. You should be happy, considering that he's doing all of this for you. You don't want to come across as selfish, right?”

That twisted grin.

“He's almost at 80%. I don't know how he'll gauge it, but maybe when The Rumbling forces them all to fall into the ocean.”

Floch threw up his arms and smiled all the wider.

“Whatever his plan is, he's almost fulfilled it. And he'll be back to see you soon...so don't go anywhere~”

With a cackle and a mocking wink, he left the room.

You sat on the edge of the bed, quiet as a mouse. Trapped within the quarters that had become your prison. Waiting for the day he returned from targeting the world, and made you his victim instead.

Sworn loyal, just as he desired.

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My October 2024 toy haul finally got here! I am super happy with the "larger" figures, as well as the rest of the haul. Of course, the Sasuke stuff, as always! However, the Byakuya Figuarts Zero figure, I'm super thrilled I was able to get -- he is a gorgeous figure IRL, my sh1tty photos do him zero justice! I didn't realize the FuRyu Tenitol Sessho would be as large. So, s/h due to those two larger figs, was a bit more than I as hopping to pay this round. Regardless, I am super happy with all these! (:

From far left to bottom right: FuRyu TENITOL InuYasha Sesshomaru Complete Non-Scale Figure; top: Good Smile Arts Shanghai Qset+ Persona 5 Royal P5R Protagonist Complete Non-Scale Figure; BanDai Namco Chibi Masters Sasuke Uchiha Non-Scale Figure; Good Smile Company Hello! Astroy Boy Non-Scale Posable Figure, Bottom; BanDai Figuarts ZERO Byakuya Kuchiki -Thousand-Year Blood War- "Bleach: Thousand-Year Blood War" Non-Scale Figure; Banpresto NARUTO VIBRATION STARS -UCHIHA SASUKE- III (Game-prize) Non-Scale Figure; Banpresto Attack on Titan Q posket -Eren Yeager- vol.2 B (Game-prize) Non-Scale Figure; Square Enix Kingdom Hearts Chain of Memories Acrylic Stand Card Riku; Bellfine NARUTO Shippuden Acrylic Stand Sasuke Uchiha; Bellfine NARUTO Shippuden Clear File Sasuke Uchiha.

Sesshomaru also turned out beautiful, but I feel his eyes are not as angular, sharp, clean and narrow as in the prototype's. It might be just lense distortion, I couldn't get any decent photo of his face sadly (or from what I saw, I don't plan on unboxing him). I like the matte box, but I wish they would have made the window bigger. He is beautiful nonetheless; the FuRyu NS Sessho was my favorite version, until the GSC PUP. I got the Hobby Max one a few years ago and was supper disappointed with this face. So, I am a bit torn that this one didn't turn out as sharp as the prototype, knowing they did such an amazing job with the tiny Noodle Stopper version. Due to that, I am glad I got another GDToys Demon Dog (realistic-ish-Sessho) head sculpt loose, which I am going to customize to be my custom Alucard (Castlevania) figure. I'll take a million years to complete that, but I at least have a starting point now. (:

The tiny BanDai Chibi Master Sasuke I got from Amzn, from an official GSC dealer, and I also got the Trio-Try-iT Sessho, but I was so dissapointed that the latter's box arrived smashed to bits, I didn't take photos. I don't know what he looks like in person, since I have no plans to unbox it. I lost my chance to get him retail from Japan, so I overpaid for him on Amzn, only to receive a crushed box... they won't exchange for a new one, just refund me! But I want Sessho! T__T The tiny Giyu gashapon I got from eBay, in his clear capsule with his offiical insert... might just be the tiniest Giyu figure I own so far. LoL!

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If you win, you live. If you lose, you die. If you don't fight, you can't win! — Eren Yeager

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eren and mikasa are excited to run away together

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Echoes Across Paths Master List

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Plot: In the year 2024, on the eve of their 18th birthday, the reader finds themselves caught in a bizarre storm while walking home from their own celebration. Struck by a bolt of lightning, they lose consciousness, only to awaken not in their bed, but in the ruins of what seems like a war-torn city. Confused and scared, the reader soon discovers that they have been transported back in time, precisely one year before the fall of Wall Maria.

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Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 |

@reiners-milkbiddies won't take some credit, but she lowkey helped with some plot points of this story :3 So she is getting some credit

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[kikoukyu]

I'm so fucking lazy to do a lineart and instead of fix it, i colored them

I was too fucked up to do assignment and been busy with college activity and almost never practising to draw anymore, now i forgot how to draw properly :)

my art getting bland and lifeless day by day

[namakaeggs]

movie love | 1

erenxreader, enemiestolovers, erens a frat boy( bringing back the 2020 fanon eren phase)

Coming back from Wall Rose Cinema, you could feel the weight of the day weighing on your shoulders, or better yet, crushing them entirely. The snack line was too long, the movie seat was suspiciously sticky, and you drank too much of your Diet Pepsi( it's all they had) and you had to hold in your pee for the rest of the movie, because what ass makes everyone move while what they payed for is playing on the big screen?

Unfortunately, you. In the process of maneuvering your way past the bodies of people attempting to squish themselves to make room for you to exit, you kicked a guys drink that he convienatlly placed on the floor, causing it to spill on the floor, on his shoes, on yours, and just, what a mess.

"What the fuck?" He groaned, throwing his arms up and looking at his friends in disgust.

"Oh my God! I'm so, so sorry," You loudly whispered back. "- I'll pay for your drink!  I didn't see it-"

"Can you fucking move?" One of his friends reply.

You blushed in pure embarrassment and scurried to the bathroom. To pee, and to wallow in the second hand embarrassment you're feeling for yourself.  Washing your hands in the bathroom sink didn't drown out the guys friends snickers and rude comments replaying in your head.

Fortunately, you never have to go to that theatre again. Because you won't be going anytime soon, out of embarrassment.

Wall Rose Cinema is Paradis' local cinema. Paradis is a relatively small town, having one high school, a college, and small businesses lined up at every block. It's your typical podunk town. The one where teens throw bonfires on the beach, everybody knows everybody, and getting into trouble without facing the consequences is a given.

You drop your bag on your bedroom chair and sigh. You honestly don't even want to think about Paradis for the time, it's too soon after your movie fiasco. With how closely everyone is connected here, it's most likely your friends know those guys one way or another. You head to the bathroom to remove your makeup and brush your teeth.

In the middle of your skincare routine, Historia calls.

"What's up?"

"Hey girl! How was the movie?" Historia says. You can hear her smile through the phone.

"Ugh, you know, -was alright. It wasn't really accurate to the book at all.." You drone on and on about what you liked and the opposite.

"I wish I was there with you!!" Historia groans, "who else was there?"

You sigh. "Just me, but- shut up, I hear you laughing about that! Yeah, just me and the fucking guy I spilled his own drink on."

"No way! Was he like- super upset or chill?"

"Pissed. Totally deserved, but his carrot head friend was like, ugh, making rude comments even after I passed by them.." You reply. Saying it out loud is almost as embarrassing as living it, and you instinctively turn away from your own reflection in the mirror as a result.

"Wait, Floch?" Historia shrieks in amusement.

"Who?"

"Floch, he went to our high school! He hung out with the guys, but he's such a forgettable face."

"Deadass?" You laugh, "Who did he hang out with back then?"

"Uhh, ya know, Jean, Armin, Connie, Eren.." Historia lists out while thinking of more. "-think that's it?"

"Ohhh," You say in realization, "wait, who's Eren?"

"He hangs out with the guys. He went to Marley for school, so ya know."

You make another sound of realization and continue talking with Historia as you finish in the bathroom. After you guys say your good nights, you get dressed in a tank top and shorts and crawl into bed.

Kicking off your socks, you try to remember Floch, but you simply can't. He never was on your radar and never made any appearances in your life other than tonight at Wall Rose. You hope that that pattern stays true. You're not desperate to see him. Or his friends. Or the guy you put in a sticky situation.

Marley is the town right next to Paradis. You grew up in Marley, but you went to Paradis High School because Marley only has a private high school. That's where you met Historia and the rest of the girls. Now that you're in college, you live with Sasha in Paradis.

"Y/n, trash day is tomorrow!" Your roommate yells. You groan from under the covers, obviously, because you can hear the front door opening and Sasha saying goodbye. You have to take out the trash tonight.

"Ugh, damn it, Sasha!" You curse out as you go to gather the trash bags and head out the door.

The night is cold and the air hugs your shoulders too tight, goosebumps breaking out over your body as you cross the lawn. You curse yourself for not thinking of bringing a heavier layer with you. It's only October, but the sea isn't as warm as it was, so the wind isn't warm enough for you to feel cozy. As you set the bags down, trying your hardest not to get a whiff of the trash smell, you hear hoots and hollers from across the street. Your face drops when you see the same group of guys from the movie theatre. You recognize now that most of them are guys from Marley. All but Floch, who even without his red hair would be an outlier.

"Hey! Feeling cold?" One of the guys catcall as his friends punch him in a bro to bro-agreement ritual. It dawns on you that you're wearing a tank top. And that you're not wearing a bra.

"Fuck this shit." You roll your eyes, still setting the trash bags down. You can see them jumping up and down, staring at you and at each other, walking down the streets still looking and laughing in amusement. Like you're a movie they payed to see.

One guy lurks behind them,  not particularly participating in their bro- ritual nonsense, but he's not not staring either. His black hoodie makes him hard to see in the dark, but even with his hood on, you can see him because he's holding an empty bottle of Sierra Mist. It's the guy who put his drink on the floor. His stare burns into yours. Surprisingly, given the hour, you can make out the shine of a piercing adorning his bottom lip. You subconsciously lick your lip, imagining how it would feel to have that pierced through your own skin. His piercing gaze is enough to make you  even more insecure than you already feel. You see, even at this hour, his eyes flitting to your chest. He trails his gaze back up to your eyes, smirks, and looks away before tossing the empty Sierra Mist bottle on the trash bottle on the corner, crossing the street with the guys from Marley. 

When you close the door, you cringe. At the spilled drink, at the rude comments, at the smell of the trash, at the hollers, and especially at the smirk. What the fuck was all that? Marley boys have always been scummy, hence why you were so adamant to go to Paradis for high school and college. After scrubbing your hands after touching the trash bags, you finally get into your bed and flick off the lamp. Your thoughts are always a bit jumbled before you sleep, but tonight they gravitate toward a magnet.

[fwoglett]

[titansnacks]

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