#tinylonewolf

// cries I AM LEVI'S HEIGHT. ; A; EVERYONE IS TALL OKAY.

// -whispers- holy tall but do it anyway. uvu

"Actually-yes."

{♕} — And that was the day everything changed. As though someone had thrown her into a swing of destiny, the Survey Corp. had done their duty and brought the rightful royal blood to the great throne of the walled cities. Royal cloak and crown adorned; Historia barely had a moment to herself after the coronation before a comrade of hers came to her with the news.

"It's Leonhardt. She's awake, your majesty."

Sapphire eyes widened at the bearer of the article. Raising fingers to remove the crown, she set it gently on the table at her side, then unclipping her cape to stand from her perch. 

"Take me to her."

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Led to far beneath the underground, sure enough, the Female Type in human form rested in her chains. Hands too far apart to initiate the process of her metamorphosis, the woman could do nothing but stare at the newly crowned queen of the city. 

"Annie.. You're finally awake." 

Far more determined and confident than Christa ever was, Annie was in for a rude morning from her nap. 

A demon walked through the halls of a university, ready to feast.

Then again, he had to wait in line behind the dozens of other demons, ghosts, ghouls, and other strange and peculiar non-human lifeforms so unceremoniously classified as 'monsters.' And Aamon, just like every other monster present in this rather large university, was preparing for a suitable meal. He skipped straight ahead to the Hell portion of the line, grabbing a few delicacies from his home before he started to look for somewhere to sit. 

His eyes darted from place to place. While he had a few friends in this district, he didn't see any of them around. Aamon soon retreated back to his usual seat in the back of the cafeteria, isolated from most other people, before he noticed something peculiar ; somebody else was sitting where he usually sat. At least he would have somebody to speak to. He sat down across from the girl, a light smile gracing his lips as he spoke.

20. Your muse shows up on my muse’s doorstep late at night, wet, feverish, and covered in blood.

[ ☆ ] — It was late, and Bertholdt was turning everything off for the night. It had been a long day, and there was nothing calling him at that moment more than his bed. Or at least that was until he heard a knock on his door.

"Who’d come over this late?" Bertholdt wondered aloud. Not wanting to take his chances with whoever could be on the other side, he grabbed a large dowel sitting on his coffee table and approached the door. Holding it behind his back, he opened it a crack and peeked out. Upon the sight, he immediately dropped it and opened the door wide.