#auspicis

⋆ - A ship I have with my character

[ Honestly I’m at the point where I’ve destroyed canon almost entirely and just kind of run with an auto AU mindset on this blog so I’d really ship him with just about anybody —- Axel is a huge flirt and can probably get along with any girl if he really puts his mind to it, it just depends on how hot she is.~ I think the only noteworthy ship I’ve really participated in with Axel is the ongoing series of events that’s led to him and a fem!Tidus dating. She’s the only one that’ll put up with my bullshit so it’s kind of a thing now, ye.] 

☄ - My opinion of you

█ ▌▦▧▨▩ —-{ fervent eyes narrowed and gazed blindly at the coolant machine in front of kagome, hands delved into her pockets for spare change, but returned with a quarter, two dimes, and a nickel--fifty whole cents short of an addiction to cherry red coke brimming with condensation and glistening in the sunlight. already, a line of people had formed behind her, each waiting (im)patiently for the girl to move out of the way.

     ❝ ah shit... ❞ she cursed to herself, mumbled words barely audible to naked ears. ❝ 'm a little short. sorry, i'll get outta your way now. ❞

         { ☩: ユミル} — She certainly couldn't begin to comprehend how she ended up with her body against the earth that she walks upon.  One moment she was up in the air maneuvering another Titan’s attack, the next her wire malfunctioned and she was falling.  It wasn’t until she felt the ground colliding with her back that the soldier winced at the throbbing that was now emitting all across her body. Light optics focused to the blue sky in front of her before hearing a soft sound coming from nearby. Curious the woman tried to lift herself up, yet suddenly stopped when a considerable amount of pain stimulated upon her lower limbs, causing her to let out an unpleasant cry from her chapped parted lips.                                                                                                            --I can’t move my leg…great.

         Perfect indeed, since now she was stranded and had no clue how to get back to the Walls. It wasn’t even broken, and yet she was injured enough to keep herself sitting idly on the turf. With a sigh Ymir removed her coat and began to undo her belts, that is until she heard footsteps, to which caused her to turn around immediately to witness a familiar comrade of hers.

            ‘ —yeah. ‘

a soft voice protrudes, lips pulled into a light frown as fingers twitch through her hair (she can feel concern thick in the mild air, and simply turns to him). she watches carefully, black eyes upon him with such a force; she knew him to be someone who was rather hands on, but casualties like this were rarely thought of. she had been previously watching her companions fiddle with one another on the training grounds, armin and eren all too readily devoting themselves to some strange ritual— the legionnaire questioned it not, simply thinking of it as its own ordeal.

he has her attention now, dark eyes boring into his own, chin tilted upright to level her stare. doing naught to misplace his palm from her, she breathes easy, wondering what he needed through the midst of the calm-biding day.

                                               ‘ have you seen someone? ’

there was, naturally, after he'd accepted the fate that was his, the abrasive cynicism that had come to coat the reality that sprawled before him. when you lived in america's kidney, and all the weird shit seemed to trudge through miles of other weird shit just to come knocking at your door, you just kind of learned to go with the flow. so, stan had mastered the art of going with the flow. he believed with an unfaltering sort of faith that if he found the right person, did the right things, saved the right stuff, then things would end and he would go home and this, this was just another adventure awaiting the blessed day when it would be re-told. trouble was, he was thirteen and far too heavily clothed. he was overheating from the perpetual heat generated from the hundred upon hundreds of bodies all crammed behind one wall and no one seemed to take him seriously. he felt like a tramp, and that pissed him off, and he'd voiced this problem over and over again. no one listened. no one ever listened to kids.