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Posts by EREN J.
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Eren grew stiff as he felt Mikasa's fur brush up against his own, but quickly relaxed. His heart rate slowed, his ears angled back, he blinked away his tears. He was briefly reminded of the groggy summer afternoons that he and Mikasa would spend together as kittens in the meadow by their home - picking flowers in the fields, collecting firewood for the upcoming winter, and napping side by side in the shade. Happy, whole, with two loving parents waiting for them back at their cottage. All of that was gone, now. They only had each other. Life was different. Life was cruel.The boy wanted to take comfort in Mikasa's words, but they only caused his heart to wrench. Deep down, he knew that she was only looking out for him. He really did appreciate it - but he had plans of his own. He lifted his head suddenly, looking her dead in the eyes. "No. Mikasa, listen - I know that you're strong. I know that, with enough training, you could easily grow to be more powerful than Deathstroke, and you could kill him. But I want to be the one to do that. it might sound selfish, or reckless, I don't know, but either way, I will be the last thing that that bastard ever sees. Three legs or not." He paused, drawing in a breath. He didn't like asking for help - Mikasa of all people would know this. But... well, he was desperate.
"I want you to teach me how to walk again. Like, without falling."
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Eren saw Aleksei's gaze flicker down to his stump leg; it felt itchy all of a sudden. He wanted to hide it. People had been staring since the accident happened, their expressions filled with pity that he did not want. Couldn't they see that, above all else, he just wanted to be treated like a normal apprentice? His lips twitched, his face growing stormy when the other eventually spoke up. Of course."Well, I guess I can't really help you with that, then," the boy muttered, glancing at the ground. He couldn't exactly leave camp himself. "Who are you, anyway? Why do you wanna go?" He paused a beat before realizing he was forgetting something. "I'm Eren, by the way. Eren Jaeger."
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added!! let me know if i messed anything up. also, for those of you with '?' in place of a username, pls let me know what your's is so i can put it up!!
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ooOh i think he and eren could be friends OR they could hate each other, depending on how it goes. maybe a thread?
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To be honest, upon receiving his task, Eren hadn't the slightest clue about what flag football actually was. Luckily he'd managed to find a knowledgeable member who'd explained the rules and such, and though he was still slightly confused, he at least had a partial idea about what he was supposed to be doing. It had taken him all morning, but he'd gathered two piles of long strips of cloth, some blue and some gray. He stood in a rather large grassy clearing, only a little ways away from camp. He was obviously quite frazzled - his fur was a wild mess and his sides were heaving, but his eyes were brighter than they had been for a few days. He'd managed to complete his task, and without any help, too."Hey guys! Uh, come play some flag football, if you want. Take a flag and tie it around your waist. Gray is one team, blue is the other."
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sounds good!! i can make in a few. c:
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Erens gaze flickered down to the book that was nudged his way, peering curiously at the recipe. It was a good thing he knew how to read, and rather well - his father had been an intelligent man, after all. He had been sure to give his children a proper education. That was one good thing his dad had done, Eren supposed. He also knew how to bake, at least sort of, thanks to watching his mom.Once it was confirmed that they would, in fact, be eating the cookies, the boy's lips twitched into the beginnings of a smile. "Ok, then. I'll help, I guess." He moved over as to stand beside Lottie, dwarfed beside her massive form. He placed his paws up by the bowl, watching as she expertly emptied the egg into it. His turn, he supposed. He bit down on his lip and picked up the measuring cup. "So... sugar, next?"
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Eren limped over curiously, having heard Pierce's call. He'd been dozing off in a patch of sunlight outside the medic's cabin, but to be honest, he was glad to have something to get up and go see. Sleeping and eating all the time had become bothersome rather quickly - he was losing all of the muscle he'd gained recently, and his baby fat was coming back. He hated it.Gritting his teeth, he hopped over, peering with widened eyes down at the painting that was offered to Sweetophelia. He blinked at the taller male. "Oh - I had no idea you could paint, Pierce," he would exclaim, "These are real neat."
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hey guys ~
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"Right!" Eren bit down on the inside of his cheek in concentration as he picked up the measuring cup with two paws and dipped it into the sugar bag. It took a bit of fumbling around, but eventually, he managed to get a good scoop. He flattened off the top with ease, like he'd seen mom do. There was a moment where he nearly dropped the full cup, yelping in surprise and spilling a bit of sugar on the table, but luckily he managed to compose himself. With a breath he dumped in its contents and set it down beside him.The boy's gaze followed Lottie's paws, cracking a partial grin at her joke. "I can do that. Uh... 's there a whisk?" That's what those metal things were called, right?
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Eren approached the hill where Alastor was apparently being kept, his teal optics narrowed. He didn't really know what had happened with that guy, just that he'd committed some sort of crime. All of that had happened right before his arrival, and gossip only told him so much. But he'd been assigned to watch over him which, to be honest, was sort of exciting. How often did someone get to guard a convicted prisoner?The boy made his way up the hill and dismissed the other NPC guard that was there. He glances over at Alastor, blinking once or twice with a frown. What was with that mask...? He gave his fur a quick shake and sat down with his back to the larger male. "Right."
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Eren was lead out into camp by a helpful NPC, seating himself just outside the medic's cabin and leaning against the doorframe. He was a bit further back than the rest of the crowd, so much so that he couldn't make out any of Sweet's features, but he could still listen just fine. His teal optics were narrowed at the ground, but his ears were pricked and he was till attentive. Which was a good thing, too, because this meeting seemed packed with information. Apparently Mikasa was an ambassador - he'd have to ask her what that meant later. The titles didn't mean much to him, so his mind sort of wandered at that point. But his attention was yanked back to Sweet's voice when his name was mentioned - a shout out. He supposed that he should have been honored - he was being recognized, after all - but all he felt was irritation. There was no doubt in his mind that Sweetophelia had done this out of pity. He was due for a possible promotion? Yeah, right. What use would he be as a high position? He couldn't fight, or hunt. Hell, he could barely walk more than a few feet without falling! He tried to ignore the burning in his throat as he nodded, signalling his understanding.Pierce's promotion prompted the boy to lift his head a bit, searching out his friend in the crowd. Vice leader... and at such a young age, too. That was an accomplishment, and Eren believed that Pierce deserved it. He would go congratulate the serval, but maneuvering through a crowd of that size sounded like a nightmare. He would speak to him later.
He grit his teeth when The Cartel were mentioned. Attack on sight? Good. Not that it meant much to him, anyway. He couldn't really attack anyone. But once Mikasa taught him... then he would be able to. He could be useful, he could prove himself - to Sweet and to everyone else.]
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"What's a masquerade?" Eren muttered with a frown, though the glint in his teal eyes as he gazed over all of the offered crafted supplies gave away his true curiosity. He limped over behind Pierce, pausing beside the taller tom. Though he still was moving quite slowly, it was evident that he was getting better at walking, as he'd managed to get all the way across camp without falling or pausing for breath. Most people would not be back on their feet just a few days after losing a limb, but Eren... well, his stubbornness had pulled him through.With a breath he sat down, bending his head as to inspect a bottle of glitter with his face scrunched up in confusion. He knew what a mask was, at least - but he doubted he'd be able to make one. After all, if he so much as lifted his remaining foreleg for too long, he'd topple over. Maybe he'd just watch.
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A group spar? Eren, who had been sitting outside of the medicine cabin and watching activity around camp with a bored expression, instinctively found himself perking up at the offer. He nearly jumped up to volunteer - but then phantomm pains shot up his missing foreleg, and he remembered. His expression grew grim as he sat back, embarrassed. "..Guess I'll just watch." He wanted to join in more than anything, but... no, he would just get in their way.
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aleksei's fc is cute ;u;
eren is the brown-haired kid who gets the crap beat out of him. ^^ start at 43 seconds.
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punts eren
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Eren hd protested initially, especially when Iselotta had picked him up by the scruff and quite literally carried him outside, but to be honest he was quite glad to have something to do. By they time they had finished baking - which had proven difficult with only one foreleg, but he'd managed - he was streaked with flour and various other ingredients. Looking over the dozens of cookies they'd made, however, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of pride in his chest. Maybe it wasn't something especially useful to the clan, but it was something that he had done.Some people began to approach. He stood on his hind legs with his forepaw on the table to keep him upright. He blinked at Wisteria. "I helped," the boy would mention, blinking. "Want some?" He turned towards Sweet, smiling a little. "A really long time," he would huff, but it was obvious that he wasn't really annoyed. It had been a good distraction.
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Eren blinked, his eyebrows knit. So... it was a party but with fancy clothes, then. The mask part sounded pretty cool, though. When Lottie asked him if he wanted to make one, he opened his mouth to interject, but considering how forcefully her next words were spoken, he doubted that she'd let him sit out. He drew in a breath and sat down beside Pierce, looking over his options once more. "Light blue, huh?" he repeated - to be honest, he knew absolutely nothing about fashion, or what matched with what. He decided that he'd take her word for it. "So, er... where do I start?"
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omg that's adorable and honestly ;u; true
even tho he only pretends to be buff lol he's actually a teeny child w no real skill
and he def wishes he slept w a stuffed animal