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I Swear This Is An RP Blog: A Musical
Featuring such hits as
- Maybe I’ll RP Today and its reprise No Wait Nevermind
- What Was The Plot of This RP Again?
- Fuck My Partner Deleted Their Blog
And the ever classic
- I’m a Lazy Bastard
Starring everyone’s favourite
- Nobody’s replied and its reprise Fuck everyone’s replied
i think there should be AU’s and then there should be UA’s
because Universe Alterations would be a good name for when your characters are in the exact same universe but you’re altering just a couple of plot points or a few character traits
EVERYONE WE ALL NEED TO MAKE THIS A THING
GOD THIS WOULD MAKE SHIT SO MUCH EASIER
signAL BOOST THIS SHIT
Levi watched her go with a sigh, turning his back as students slowly filed in, starting to draw on the shape of the arm muscles, drawing in the bone to the best of his ability, he was never good at this stuff. Ever. He started to write down his starter questions on the board, today was about the arm and he needed to know what the students knew before he launched into the lesson, after all if they understood the muscles and bone rather well then all he needed to do was add some detail and move on.
Like that was ever going to happen.
5 minutes passed and the second bell rang, leading to him to ask the questions and correct any incorrect answers. he was mid way through explaining the differences in the two muscles when Mikasa walked in again. he looked at her coldly, knowing the whole class was waiting to see what happened, it was no secret they were related.
"Thats the third time this week Miss Ackerman. I understand you miss the old days where we used to just sit next to each other in silence when we were younger, but detention is not the way to go about reminiscing." He threw in a deadpan joke in there, it seems a few people got it as they chuckled, but he knew his jokes were shitty and so just told her to sit down carrying on with his lesson.
It was dull to say the least. His own brain couldn’t stop but think about how long it’s been since he ate anyone. Just talking about this was making him hungry, he could have sworn his stomach let out a groan. Soon he had finished his lecture and set them on an experiment to check muscle mass in the arm as well as reflexes, letting him sit down and control himself. Losing control right now would not be good.
She knew better than to talk back in class. Not only would it sully her immaculate reputation (at least on paper), but she knew this argument would branch out into many directions, brittle and splintery. This was a conversation best taken within the secluded confines of a dark alley over warm organs and coffee. Still, she could not suppress the urge to murmur, “I don’t miss it as much as you seem to,” from behind her scarlet muffler, grey eyes cast sullenly at a certain nothing near the ground.
Mikasa remained slumped in her chair until the end of class, moving only to doodle in the edges of her notebook on occasion. Not even Jean dared to speak to her, even during the experiments. They all just kind of crowded around her desk and brought the activity to her. It was immature to sulk, she knew, but like she was sure how Levi was feeling right now, the young ghoul was expecting to have been able to leave early and snag a meal. If only that stupid boy hadn’t tried to be kind to her.
Kindness kills, you know.
The bell rang again (class felt particularly long today), and the rest of the class filed out, eager for the walk home. Mikasa still remained seated, relaxed in her seat, though her eyes lit again, flickering expectantly to Levi. No, she didn’t feel like speaking first this time. Technically, she wasn’t allowed to anyway in detention.
He couldn’t even remember what it felt like to be whole, balanced, and complete. It was okay now at least, he didn’t stumble around clumsily anymore, the smile (albeit small and it’s frequent saddened tilt) returning to his lips.
It was okay, he was okay, because he was still as free as he’d always been despite being permanently grounded once more. Which wasn’t really that free in the first place so it wasn’t difficult to adjust in the slightest.
Laughter was easy in her company, Mikasa that is, seeing as how she was there when his wing was taken and his body tattered and blood all around. She was there for him and she was here for him now, talking about old times and avoiding the wing torn from his body now reduced to a nub as conversation progressed.
"It’s still hilarious to me!" laughed Jean, clutching his abdomen, "Eren couldn’t get the wings to work and fell flat on his face! You know it’s funny!" Reminiscent about the very first time they’d been given their wings, an accessory only the Scouting Regiment received. Jean had always excelled with handling them, Armin and several other companions going so far as to say he should’ve been born a bird.
What bird would he be with one wing and a disgusting stump where another was torn? A terrible one, but one that learned to survive, “Hey, hey! Remember that time me and Eren got into a right while flying and crashed into a tree!?” He refused to be caged.
"I remember, alright. You were both such morons." Mikasa nodded and took a sip out of her canteen. The idiocy of the frenemy pair was an ironclad testament to the great and terrible things two very similar yet different people could ever commit themselves to…But that was all part of the fun now, one of the safer conversation topics for them to stray onto.
Because still today, her chest seized when she sees the stump on his back, a handful of feathers where a great plume should have been— no doubt, he would have been one of the few who wore their wings with great majesty…now reduced to this.
What had been done to him made her realize what a burden these wings could be. A soul could only carry two; two were necessary for flight. Such a precise, measured form of beauty…it was then she’d realized exactly what Eren and Armin had gone starry-eyed over all of these years. Armin had once asked her if she would have given one of her wings up to replace Jean’s— she hadn’t known exactly how to answer
For now though, there were water breaks and evening mealtimes, midnight flights where the cold frost of the altitude laced the edges of her wings, along her face, like starlight.
Or maybe those were tears.
Levi could always get out of eating a few cold stares here an accidental knocking of coffee or tea there. It was easy as he’ll to get away from eating for him. It seemed Mikasa was not so lucky, after all this idiot could not take the hint of leaving. He needed to talk to Mikasa and he would rather do it now while she’s forced to sit and listen then later when she can use an excuse to leave the house. Which was very rude he reminds her over and over but then again they live in the shit hole that was ward 13. Every ghoul and their dog wanted you dead.
He watched as that idiot of a human tried to force Mikasa to eat. He sighed and wanted to say something, just to get Jean off her back. Mikasa seemed to have it though, pushing away The silly human, althoug it seemed he would not give up.
He just felt like throwing up watching Mikasa eat that. On reflex he reached for his own Coffee, taking a long drink of it, watching Mikasa force the disgusting stuff down. Urgh. The Moment Jean left he pointed his head towards the door, after all no-one was in the room yet and Jean had just left.
"You better go and get rid of that before you get ill, or worse you throw up in the middle of my class." He said, seeming very cold and disinterested towards her situation. He could have helped stop it of course, but Mikasa had made it very clear she does not want to be associated with him in school. Silly girl.
MIkasa stood soundlessly,debating for a half second whether or not to take her school bag with her— that is, whether she’d be back in his classroom or not. It would be a nuisance if someone were to notice and offer to walk her to the infirmary…better to divert paths back to the classroom to collect her things. Thus, the bag remained in her seat.
It seemed nearly every female in the school was crammed into this tiny bathroom, squeezed shoulder-to-shoulder in front of the mirror, preening themselves for whatever reason. Mikasa snuck right past them into one of the empty stalls and tried to retch as quietly as possible.
By the time she had finished dislodging whatever disgusting thing Jean had tried to feed her, the bell had rung again, leaving her to wash up and walk back to class at her own pace. On the bright side, no one that she knew of noticed. Now, however, she was regretting not bringing her bag with her. Now that she was late, there was no way Levi would allow her to leave class again for any reason.
He was mid-sentence, mid-lesson when she barged in, muttering a quick “Sorry I’m late,” with no explanation (not that he needed one). Chastise her or not, it was all an act for a human class anyway, a class with all eyes on her, some scornful for expecting special treatment from a family member, some mildly interested anytime the cold pair exchanged words.
Mikasa never brought a lunch. Everyone noticed, but none questioned it, because she’d always spent the period in the classroom of Mr. Levi Ackerman, human biology teacher of the same last name who never ate lunch either. Some speculated that he was an older cousin or an uncle, an adoptive step-something, judging from their icy demeanors towards each other. Mikasa herself declined to give comment on this particular subject, and rarely did the students in Mr. Ackerman’s class address him with anything besides “yes sir” and “no sir” within earshot.
And then there was this idiot.
Jean Kierschtein, 16 years old, grade B fucktard of the smart-but-not-the-street-kind variety. Currently the only non-Ackerman in the classroom. Doesn’t know how to take a hint.
"I brought you a lunch, Mikasa! You know, you should eat more. It’s bad for your health to skip meals." He slides a box toward her, and she prays behind her book that he doesn’t open the lid to release the stench.
"Thanks, but no thanks."
"It’s broiled pork belly," He singsongs, causing Mikasa to cringe and yank her red scarf up to her nose to filter out the smell. "Man, I just thought you’d like to eat something. Doesn’t seem like you can get much on a teacher’s salary."
You have no idea, buddy. At this point, she didn’t have much of a choice but to begrudgingly accept. It was the normal thing to do. Stealing a glance at Levi who was no doubt listening in on the entire exchange, she flashes the tawny embodiment of obliviousness a forced smile and raises a small bite of meat to her lips.
"I actually had a big breakfast, but thank you, it was delicious." Like charred bonfire wood beat to a pulp soaked in motor oil delicious. Thankfully, the bell rang before Jean could say anything else, and she rewarded herself with a nice long swig of Anteiku’s coffee, counting down the seconds before she would excuse herself to use the "bathroom".