[ Rest in piss, Eren Jaeger. The man before you lights up like a firecracker, arms stretching high into the sky with delight at his immediate answer: ]
[ It's difficult to buy that Eren doesn't know him at all for a thousand reasons, a thousand promises to always remember, to never forget – but it's more difficult than ever when that's the word he chooses to start with. ]
[ Listen, there were approximately a million (read: 175) cards left over from speed dating. Of course Designated Best Friend Of The Club Owner yoinked them for his own amusement. Welcome to the question game, windmill edition!
Maruki plucks one out. ]
Do you believe in soulmates?
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That one is like the free space on a bingo card. Never mind.
[Whatever they tried, it didn't work. Eren can't remember where they were standing last, but they've found themselves here now. It's time to play another game. Nothing in him feels as though he's in control. They're asked to choose a question, so he chooses a fucking question.]
[Today, something has to change. Tomorrow, Sunny will only be next door for two more days; then one; then he’ll be gone. And for all Kel has knocked, and called, and knocked again, he’s not sure if he’ll ever be able to forgive himself if he never sees him again. He has to try.
[When he knocks this morning, the door shifts. Huh? After a quick glance around, juuust to be safe, Kel invites himself in. Used to do this all the time; just because everything’s all stuffed in boxes doesn’t mean he’s not still his friend.]
Hellooo? Anyone home? [He already figures there’s no adult, at least. Empty driveway. Kel calls out mostly to fill the space.] You guys forgot to lock up… That’s pretty dangerous, y’know! I could be a real bamboozler. [Burglar. Eh....
[Without thinking, he starts climbing the stairs.]
CWs for thread: MAJOR SUICIDE WARNING, major character death, blood, gore, etc. <3 wretched
[It's taking longer to die than he thought it would.
[In the movies, when someone is stabbed in the gut, they hit the ground, bleed out, game over, but that's not how it went.
[The knife went in once, and he barely felt it. He thought he missed. He tried again.
[Again.
[Too many times, and then he dropped the knife. He's lying in bed, a blanket pulled only halfway over his shivering body. Blood pools and drips off the side of the mattress, and he's starting to taste it. He hears the door open. His mother won't be able to call 911. He cut the phone lines first.
[He's been slowing down. It's an end that Eren never would have imagined for himself, born to die in a blaze of glory, not half-asleep and sick. It's fitting in its own way, though. Even here in their own little reality, a world away from war, his father's legacy will kill him. He's still a weapon, just a retired one. He couldn't hurt anyone anymore anyway.
[In fact, he's not sure his eyes will open again. Resting there against the side of their cabin, it would be so easy to simply let himself spin into black sleep; he resists it. Mikasa is never far. He wants to see her again.]
(closed to @57times) liminal denny's @ the end of the world
[There she is, growingly familiar. Sometimes it's this place, other times, other places. He doesn't hesitate to drift to her table anymore. They've had enough conversations; he remembers every one.
[He inclines his head, polite - uncharacteristically so, perhaps. Then, he takes a seat across from her, quiet as ever.]
[ She's just turned a page when someone comes up close, as someone familiar slides into her booth. Tired, blue eyes flit up, but she smiles along with it. ]
Makes a change; usually I'm the one finding you.
[ Putting her bookmark in, she closes her book and sets it aside. ]
[He's guessing it's probably the gloves or the black mask over his mouth, though startling blue eyes might do. Then again, maybe it's the way he can't quite stand straight, keeps looking anywhere but directly in the eye.
[The mask is certainly not a common sight to her, at least not that fashion of it. But it’s so often about sight with this one, who stands entirely upright, hands at her side with a practiced (if unnatural) neutrality, and searches for a contact which, apparently, isn’t happening.
[That’s alright. She follows his gaze into nothing for the answer:] Your eyes.
[Hm. For one thing, he’s very short, but most people don’t appreciate having that pointed out. Looks frail, too. Maybe not… entirely present…? But the longer she stares the ruder it becomes, so:] You’re young.
[She wakes up to a weight closeby, and that’s not new. Doesn’t remember falling asleep, but that’s not new, either. Curled on her side in a bed that’s not her own… eh, give or take. It reminds her not to reach out before the impulse can move. Still…
[Why do her eyes blink apart to hair too yellow to be warm, a face too round? Shut again, mental rewind: Vi woke up. (Maddie dismissed.) An argument. Vi left, again. A release, a confession; tense, exhausting. A meeting, then…
[A talk with a tired man, about war and… “personal bias”—
[She looks at the face across from her with open eyes and bolts upright, staring and stunned. Since when…?]
[He'd have no one to reach out to even if his reputation hadn't been destroyed. The only people who care that he's dead only care because they're happy about it.]
[A blink. And a light more glaring than any phone screen. And a glowing neon sign.
[There is no “Denny’s” in the undercity. Whelk will nonetheless find Caitlyn at one of the less-garishly-lit tables, napkins and takeout menus turned and scrawled over with the makings of some sort of… map? Part visual, part written, entirely indecipherable to any mind that isn’t its creator’s.
[A simple walk over will not catch her attention. There’s a branded pen waving absently in the air like a metronome on steroids, and Caitlyn stands over the pieces. There are two perfectly good booths on either side, a window across from her (revealing, as is apparently typical, formless nothing), and she appears wholly unaware of all of it.]
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CHRISTENS! THIS! POST!!! with word games.
Aim.
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when u roll ur own number...
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I bet you were expecting abandonhumanity :}a
midhairen for meee
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Sailor uniforms!!
[ That's two words ♥ he might be stupid ♥ ]
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1/2
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say it with me now
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wow...u totally left me hanging on little hat...how soon u forget
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treasure-brained freak with a life-ruining palace addiction
STOPFSDKSDFKDK
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meanwhile, in liminal dreamtime shujin office hell,
Loss.
(softly) no...noooo I wasn't thinking when I...oh nooo
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:}a saying this eren is fresh from canon - no akechi knowledge...
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it's laby offshoot because i say it is
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Do you believe in soulmates?
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That one is like the free space on a bingo card. Never mind.
[ They talk about that practically every day.
Next card! ]
Has anyone ever had unrequited feelings for you?
cries finally getting to these!!! jesus!!!
HEHEHEH YAY
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literally this icon exactly
he's so cute..... stop.....
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This one's talking about erotic vacations. Something you're into?
>:3c gonna take him straight from canon hehe...
<3
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(closed) hard questions for @surveillingscion
Do you think you're a good person?
:WORRYFROG:
[She nearly sputters, looking halfway to offended. It's not his fault, really.
[Mouth open, shut; teeth grind. Fine. If these are the terms, she’ll abide. Caitlyn shakes her head, and then:]
No. [Just. Bluntly.] I don’t.
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I did rng this just btw
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Luck. [Which is bad!]
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: )))
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i'll be here with someone else Later
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[Today, something has to change. Tomorrow, Sunny will only be next door for two more days; then one; then he’ll be gone. And for all Kel has knocked, and called, and knocked again, he’s not sure if he’ll ever be able to forgive himself if he never sees him again. He has to try.
[When he knocks this morning, the door shifts. Huh? After a quick glance around, juuust to be safe, Kel invites himself in. Used to do this all the time; just because everything’s all stuffed in boxes doesn’t mean he’s not still his friend.]
Hellooo? Anyone home? [He already figures there’s no adult, at least. Empty driveway. Kel calls out mostly to fill the space.] You guys forgot to lock up… That’s pretty dangerous, y’know! I could be a real bamboozler. [Burglar. Eh....
[Without thinking, he starts climbing the stairs.]
CWs for thread: MAJOR SUICIDE WARNING, major character death, blood, gore, etc. <3 wretched
[In the movies, when someone is stabbed in the gut, they hit the ground, bleed out, game over, but that's not how it went.
[The knife went in once, and he barely felt it. He thought he missed. He tried again.
[Again.
[Too many times, and then he dropped the knife. He's lying in bed, a blanket pulled only halfway over his shivering body. Blood pools and drips off the side of the mattress, and he's starting to taste it. He hears the door open. His mother won't be able to call 911. He cut the phone lines first.
[The stairs creak. It isn't her voice.]
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GOD THIS IS AWFUL WHY DID WE DO THIS
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:) you can decide whether or not kel hears the truth
[sobbign] no u
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cw for thread: illness, major character death; (closed to @cruel_world) find them dying
[In fact, he's not sure his eyes will open again. Resting there against the side of their cabin, it would be so easy to simply let himself spin into black sleep; he resists it. Mikasa is never far. He wants to see her again.]
(closed to @57times) liminal denny's @ the end of the world
[He inclines his head, polite - uncharacteristically so, perhaps. Then, he takes a seat across from her, quiet as ever.]
I figured I'd see you.
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Makes a change; usually I'm the one finding you.
[ Putting her bookmark in, she closes her book and sets it aside. ]
How've you been?
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[Nervous kid.]
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[The mask is certainly not a common sight to her, at least not that fashion of it. But it’s so often about sight with this one, who stands entirely upright, hands at her side with a practiced (if unnatural) neutrality, and searches for a contact which, apparently, isn’t happening.
[That’s alright. She follows his gaze into nothing for the answer:] Your eyes.
[Hers are similar.]
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(closed to @ flyleaf of some variety?) first notice
((whoops I meant this))
BETRAYED IN MY OWN (FRIEND’S) DOMICILE
[Hm. For one thing, he’s very short, but most people don’t appreciate having that pointed out. Looks frail, too. Maybe not… entirely present…? But the longer she stares the ruder it becomes, so:] You’re young.
[Genius.] Or so you appear.
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lmk if you-- (I am pulled off stage by a large hook)
the audience demands an encore
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inhales. perfectly common word go…!
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get limboverse’d idiots
[She wakes up to a weight closeby, and that’s not new. Doesn’t remember falling asleep, but that’s not new, either. Curled on her side in a bed that’s not her own… eh, give or take. It reminds her not to reach out before the impulse can move. Still…
[Why do her eyes blink apart to hair too yellow to be warm, a face too round? Shut again, mental rewind: Vi woke up. (Maddie dismissed.) An argument. Vi left, again. A release, a confession; tense, exhausting. A meeting, then…
[A talk with a tired man, about war and… “personal bias”—
[She looks at the face across from her with open eyes and bolts upright, staring and stunned. Since when…?]
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cuddle thread is going to become problem solving thread alsdkfajsldfj annoying smart people
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[Somewhere, a number is rolled. Ding-ding-ding! Yippee...]
One-o-five.
[Whelk purses his lips.]
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[Who hasn't?]
Yes, as well. [Straightforward. Non-judgmental.] Unfortunate circumstance in which to meet a person.
[The number doesn’t roll again yet.]
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don't...call him TIGHT LIPS???
🤐
meanwhile basil gets teacher!whelk
how nice :)
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(closed to @surveillingscion) tfln continuation
Like who? I have no loose ends.
[He'd have no one to reach out to even if his reputation hadn't been destroyed. The only people who care that he's dead only care because they're happy about it.]
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[Ah. He answers less whether he can, more if he would. No loose ends.]
Forget that I asked.
[This is meant to be understanding. Words on a small, bright flatness lose that, she thinks.]
No loose ends, no more questions. What are you to do with yourself now?
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not trampled...
regular ol’ chest pain
witnessing a non-suicidal pan character in real time is so...
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(closed to @surveillingscion) now they have their own umbrella comment oh lord
oh my god they were umbrellacommentmates
[A blink. And a light more glaring than any phone screen. And a glowing neon sign.
[There is no “Denny’s” in the undercity. Whelk will nonetheless find Caitlyn at one of the less-garishly-lit tables, napkins and takeout menus turned and scrawled over with the makings of some sort of… map? Part visual, part written, entirely indecipherable to any mind that isn’t its creator’s.
[A simple walk over will not catch her attention. There’s a branded pen waving absently in the air like a metronome on steroids, and Caitlyn stands over the pieces. There are two perfectly good booths on either side, a window across from her (revealing, as is apparently typical, formless nothing), and she appears wholly unaware of all of it.]