#angencir

–  BASICS.

•  name: Shara (Capi) •  pronouns: She/her •  sexuality: Bi •  taken or single?: What’s that phrase about Pringles again?

– THREE FACTS.

•  I am madly in love with Tokyo Ghoul yet I am about 30 chapters behind in the manga. •  I can’t recall a book where I did not complete the full series after reading the first one. •  I have the first intro to Attack on Titan sitting on about 900 repeats on Listen On Repeat. Don’t judge me, please...

– EXPERIENCE.

•  how long (months / years?): I began roleplaying about 9 years ago. I started out in the My Little Pony community. Am I proud of what I did there? No, not at all. •  platforms you’ve used: Tumblr and Discord. •  best experience: I probably had the best time playing Shinoa Hiiragi from Owari no Seraph? My blog is still up but it’s kind of been abandoned ><

– MUSE PREFERENCES.

•   female or male: I prefer playing female characters since that’s basically all I’ve done for a long time and I’d feel out of place in a male character’s shoes, I suppose? •   fluff, angst or smut: Smut occasionally but fluff always. I love that shit. •   plots or memes: I love plots because they help me exercise my creativity in writing. Plus ask memes can feel bland sometimes? •   long or short replies: I prefer writing long posts even though I usually end up exhausting my “creative meter” every time I write something more than 7 paragraphs. •   best time to write: For some reason it seems as though my writing is at its peak during the late afternoon. •   are you like your muse(s):  Usually, I tend to not be like my muses. However, I do grow attached to them very quickly. My precious smol Historia <3

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Who would throw the other in the pool:

very likely it would be Mikasa. honestly, unless she was like teasing him or something, he wouldn’t really want to push her in the pool? but like dragging her in with him would be something that he’d do. just like run and tackle her into the pool. yeah he’d do that. but he wouldn’t just SHOVE her into the water. 

Who is the better carer when the other is sick:

depends on the level of sickness. Jean is too stubborn to accept that he’s sick, so unless it was something that got in the way of every day things he’d probably ignore it. but he’d fawn over Mikasa if she had so much as a sniffle. they’d both be pretty good at taking care of each other. Mikasa would be a little more subtle about it, because god forbid you scuff Jean’s pride. 

Who would force the other to do extreme sports with them:

i don’t think it would be FORCING. but i think that Mikasa would be LIKELY to join an extreme sport and Jean would probably go along with it because god damn it I can do this too. 

Who would cook the better romantic dinner:

to be honest... i think they’d consider cooking it TOGETHER more romantic than the dinner itself. so.

Who would build the blanket fort in the living room:

neither would really be prone to building one. but if there was a particularly hard time that they were going through, they might build one to metaphorically get away from it for a while and just be together. but neither are the type to just build one randomly. 

Who would have the best holiday ideas:

Jean, probably. though Mikasa would go a little more crazy with decorations and the like. 

Who would need to clean out the other’s stuff to make room for their own:

"Iiiiit's of a gentleman soldier, as a sentry he did stand. He kindly saluted a fair maid by the waving of his haaand!" 

As Eld walked he sang. Loudly and out of tune. Not that that fussed him, particularly. He was having fun. By the time he'd finished his verse, he'd reached the armoury. He strode through the door, taking a deep breath as he prepared to launch into the chorus. Blessedly for those within earshot, however, the chorus never came. 

Eld was not alone in the armoury. In front of him stood a dark haired girl, a faded red scarf wound tightly around her neck. She tilted her head as she studied a blade, brow furrowed. He recognised her, naturally. She rarely left Eren’s side.

Mikasa.

Not that they had even spoken before, but... Something about her put him ever so slightly on edge. Maybe it was that steely gaze, or maybe it was down to the rumours about her skill with a blade. He couldn’t really put his finger on it, but whenever he saw her he felt the need to stand up straighter, to get on with his paperwork, to be on his best behaviour. That meant no singing. Whatsoever. 

“Hold the line!- Th voice of the young captain echoed among his men, the rain was pouring, the ground was a muddy pool of death. The clash of swords and spears only turned the soil into a swamp of blood and death.

The banner of the wold, made in blue and gold was fairly waving, the once shiny blue uniroms stained with dirt. They have been fighting this invasion for over  year, the battle had almst reached a stalemate. Eren son of the lord of Shinganshina was captan of the 707 Th Regiment of infantry. One of the few that managed to pt a hold to the advance of the enemy forces.

“On my sign, fire!”Eren commanded while drawing his bow, the volley of arrows falling causing mayhem and scattering the lines. As the battle move forward defending the northern front and fortress Eren and their men were taken by surprise.

The rain stopped and the sun was leaking throgh the clouds. The arrival of a company of knigts on horse pt an end to the battle. Reinforcemnts were hi first guess, but it was not. The knigts had the flag of Shinganshina and the enmy, they were both waving a white one. The war has reachded to an end, Eren eye´s grew wide in despair at this.

“what do you mean we surrendered?”-The boy claimed, his chain maail armor and tabard both still covered in mud were leaving a trail of dirt on his path. The lod yells from Eren could be heard as soon as he wlakd into the court room where his father was setting the final details. The work of masons, the large hall of cold grey stone. The decorations of blue and gold and the crest of the wolf were haning on the walls. A large table with the thrones in front of the warm of a massivechimney. The fire glowing and giving light to the whole room, but mostly the shade of the throne to anyone in front of the Lord.

“Explain this! w been figthing for over a ear? why we surrender? we were close to end this”-His voice only startled the embassador of the Ackerman family, Grisha remained stoic while his signed the papers and put his seal on the pape.

“Answer me? was the death of our people in vain? “-The tanrum made Eren throw his helm to the floor, the clanking noise exhoed the large rom. Grisha glared at his son and took a deep breath- “The sothern forces were obliterated my son. There was no way to continue this fight I signed this treaty.. from now on our family will serve the Ackermans”

E was almost boiling in rage at this,why they would allow such thing, if it werent because he had an image to keep, he would fall on his knees and let out his despair. A year wasted or so he thought- “then what´s next? handle ourselves like slaves?”

Grisha clared his hroat, at this comment specifically- “Ony you, starting next week you are ought to live at the Capital and be part of the court.. to represent the interest of  Shinganshina”- Grisha was a bit worried with his comment, after all his son was famous of his temper tantrums when hetruly despised on of his decrees.

“You lost your kingdom.. your respet and now your son?”- Eren sighed deeply shaking his head- “Remember this father. Im doing this for our people and nothing more”- He growled walking his way out of the large stone room, the following das woud only get worse.

    Dread, it trickles from her lips, dousing her words as she speaks to the man next to her. Such an attitude is something unusual for the seasoned soldier, but something about the image of twenty or so titans running towards them instills a fear in her she has yet to feel. She has never been this outnumbered before, her gray eyes moving to look at her comrade, the only one that would fight this battle alongside her. How had they gotten into such a sticky situation, how did they draw the short straw? They had both assumed that this watch would be a safe one as their superiors assured them it would be, but how could she have bought into their lies? Auruo was right, they had signed up for this, and she should have anticipated the danger they could have faced that day - but she had been blind to the true danger until right in that moment. Because up until then, death seemed something far off, but now death was attempting to coil its hands around her throat.

    The shaking of the ground assists in masking the shaking of her legs as she watches the titans approach. Thoughts of Eren and Armin cross her mind, the resolve she lost suddenly returning as their images flash through her memories. Her hands loosen on the reigns she was clutching and the stony look that is often present behind her irises returns.

    There is a new intensity displaying itself on her features, her eyebrows angling downwards as she finds herself somewhat frustrated with how she was just acting. She had almost given up, almost allowed those ugly things win. NO, she cannot allow them to beat her, because if they beat her then a large chunk of hope will be lost; and she cannot let her comrades lose any more hope.

❝ No, we will not let them win, we can fight! ❞

    Once her words slip from her lips, she switches from her horse to her manuevering gear, her body floating up towards the trees. She will fight - they will fight and they will make it out of this alive - and they will be stronger soldiers because of it. The universe would not have presented her with this challenge if she could not handle it.

❝ We fight, we fight and live. ❞

         At first he isn’t sure if she had even heard him speak to her because she is still staring at the horizon in unveiled horror, her dark eyes clouded with despair and fear, a look he is sure was mirrored on his own face if he was honest with himself...but then, suddenly, it was like something inside her flipped completely and he found himself in the presence of the Mikasa he had grown familiar with: the unstoppable force. 

          And he was very glad to see her.

          He felt a flicker of hope inside his chest at the sight of her moving into a better defensive position among the tree and he let out a nervous huff of a laugh before slowly patting Idjit’s neck, a farewell should this go badly, and disengaged from his faithful mount’s saddle to take the trees alongside his comrade. He chose a sturdy looking branch about ten feet to her left, keeping their positions a bit spread apart to keep a wider area of attack open to them, and met Mkasa’s dark eyes with as much false confidence he could muster and made a small show of drawing his blade to assure her he was in this with her to the end if  that’s what it came to.

           “Damn right, we’ll fight,” he growled across the space between them, “I didn’t come this far and get a kill count like mine just to let a pathetic little flock like that scare me! Hey, Mikasa, don’t piss your pants, a’right?”

          He gave her a wink, knowing all too well that she was aware of the dirty little secret he and Petra shared about their first expedition, and then turned his attention back to the herd of Titans which were now far too close to be joking about anymore; various sizes, all seemingly average types...no abnormals would be a blessing.

“Mikasa?”A voice called out to the young woman from across the hallway. The titan scientist wanted her attention on a certain matter. “It’s come to my attention that you and Levi share a common bloodline. That being the Ackerman family.”