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#survivor blues part 4 : creatures of habit
caesthetix · 3 years
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A LITTLE FEAR — Ep. Prime Real Estate
↪Jean Kirstein mini-series
↪content; canon universe, description of violence, season 4 spoiler, forbidden love, marleyan!reader, scouts!jean, chapter 139 spoiler
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You stopped whatever you were doing in an instant, both hands freezing midair as a flock of birds suddenly landed beside you. That was strange, you never saw this type of bird flying around your house before. Those birds had silky white feathers and beady black eyes, some had their gaze fixated on you.
But then again, perhaps you shouldn't have been surprised that you never saw them before.
It was not like you have been living here for years, no. For the last three years, you were here as a new citizen in a world where the fear of titans finally gone. Everything was at peace for years as this newborn country strengthened its military — under the command of the Queen.
Yes, the Queen, Historia Reiss. Never once you ever thought you would be living here of all places in the world, tending flower beds and watering plants. A Marleyan like you, the mortal enemy of those Eldians somehow slipped inside the society and even lived inside the innermost part of the country.
You lived in prime real estate located in the countryside; a medium-sized house with huge land, different compared to those gigantic and majestic buildings in the downtown area. The atmosphere was unique and you preferred this kind of house instead of the luxurious, blinding one. For you, this is home, and you couldn't wait to share it with your lover.
"(Y/n)! Don't stay too long in the garden!"
A familiar shout rang through the open area, making you turn your head to face them. She stood there with her comfortable white dress, maroon-coloured apron draped in front of her figure to make sure that any specks of dirt didn't smear her dress while her brown hair sticking out from her tight ponytail.
"I will be there in a few minutes, Ma!"
You shouted back at the top of your lungs, knowing full well that her hearing was not as sharp as yours. She just shook her head in amusement at your answer since she could predict already that your few minutes could turn to an hour or even more. Just a habit of yours, though she wouldn't force you to stop since it took your mind off things.
Just as she did by cooking some omelette and comfort foods as she too — waiting for someone to come back.
She had a separate house near the Queen's residence, assigned there by her majesty herself. But ever since you knocked on her front door and introduced yourself to her, she decided that it would be better if she lived with you for a while, at least until her son came back. Until your love came back to your arms once again.
There were letters after letters being shared despite how out of reach he was from you. You lived every day in hope that his mission to make peace with the outside world resulted in success. Lots of prayers have been sung to whatever deity existed in this world, never once stopped for every day you woke up.
And today was just like any other day as you waited for him by occupying yourself with daily chores and a new hobby. You used to wake up to strategize the next move and train in the military, being a normal citizen was still a little bit bizarre for you.
Though you already told the Queen that if in case she needed assistance regarding the air force, you would be ready to be called.
Yet three years had passed ever since your arrival, and never once she called you to the military. You had a gut feeling that your lover might have something to do with it, so you could only hope he didn't try to pull any strings behind your back and become the reason why you were never once interrupted.
Well, it was not like you didn't want this. When you finally wake up without fear, without being afraid that you had to see another bloodshed, without being afraid to love whoever you wanted to love. This was the world that you have been dreaming of, so maybe, it's fine to just enjoy it as long as you can.
Your fingers used to be covered with blood, now only covered with dirt and soil. Sometimes you couldn't believe it yourself as you were afraid to go to sleep, not wanting to wake up and realise all of this was just a dream.
But it was not a dream.
It was all real — ever since that day.
Your whole body felt so numb as you stared into the distance, back leaning to the old building behind you, not understanding what actually unfurled in front of your eyes right now.
Everything was still replayed so vividly in your mind. His ash-brown strands dishevelled from the war he had been partaking of, chocolate orbs that filled with love and regret as he took another look at you, his voice — oh his deep, comforting voice that sung like a lullaby every time he spoke.
And then bright yellow light blinded your vision.
The impact of the explosion threw you off, back arching as your body hit a concrete wall. Your vision blurred, your head pounding from the impact. But you could still see the gigantic feet right in front of you — gigantic feet that belong to a titan, replacing where your lover once stood.
You saw it, the long, familiar strands of hair that you loved to caress, those eyes that now turned into the darkest shade of brown stared at you with an emotion that you couldn't fathom. Then he jerked his head to the other side, jumping off the cliff with the other titans like a puppet whose strings were pulled.
There goes your love, that is what you already believe. Everyone knew about how once someone turned into a mindless titan, there was no way for them to change back as a human except if they ate the nine titan inheritor. And you didn't put any hope over that, just slumping your body and surrendering yourself to the situation.
You didn't know since when you drifted off somewhere as black filled your vision. But in your mind, you see him standing in front of you as he reaches out his hand for you to take. In your dream, you saw him playing around the backyard with a little kid that looked so familiar with him. In perhaps a distant future, you welcomed him home after a day full of hard work.
Then you opened up your eyes, disappointed as it was the same as what you saw before. The blistering heat attacked whoever was unfortunate enough to be outside right now, dealing with the monstrous creature as the fate of the world was in their hands.
But it was silent now, the roar of those mindless titans, booming footsteps that rumbling the ground, two enormous titans who fought each other before — it all stopped and gone as the only thing that welcomed you was a quiet, somewhat peaceful atmosphere.
With your legs still wobbling from the impact before, you looked around as you wondered what happened now. Finding no one in sight, not even from the Marleyan Military made you raise your eyebrows in confusion. Was it all done? The war between Eren Yeager and the alliance of Paradis and Marley? What happened now and where are they?
There were so many questions popping in your head as you forced yourself to check out the land near Fort Salta, finding some of your troops pointing all of their guns to the Eldians that somehow — turned back into a human.
That was the only thing you needed before you ran to where they were, ignoring the pain that surged your body for every movement that you made. You were fine, this couldn't stop you from knowing the truth, this would never stop you from reaching out to the Eldian, to someone that introduced you to what it felt like to love someone.
Surely the Marleyan was just bluffing, you knew that all of the guns were already shot towards the sky before. But there was a possibility that they had another, and you couldn't bear to see another bloodshed, not when you felt like there was no need to continue this war if the main enemy was already gone.
"If we did still have the power of the titans, wouldn't we be using it to resist you?" Ah, was it true? That titan power was already gone for good from this world? "But the fact that we continue to be powerless even as you point your guns at us is the greatest possible proof of our humanity."
He made sense, even as you stopped a few steps behind the Marleyan Military, you could hear the sincerity from his words. Yet somehow, your race still couldn't accept the fact, not daring to lower their gun just yet. You couldn't really blame them for doing so, knowing how much terror that they have seen just for the last couple of hours.
So you stood forward, dragging your feet as you ignored the surprised gasp from your troops.
"Everyone, drop your guns to the ground." You still couldn't hear any movement as you said so, and you clicked your tongue over that. "Now!"
Then one by one, you heard how the metal weapon fell to the ground like a symbol of peace. There were around twenty troops behind you, the survivors of the explosion before, the only people who lived from Marleyan Military after such a horrendous event. And they obeyed your command, believing in you that you would make the right choice.
You turned to look at your troops, giving them a reassuring gaze one by one that from now on, everything would be alright. Some of them were crying, some of them fell to the ground as they screamed out, out of frustration or relief for being alive, you couldn't differentiate it anymore, maybe a bit of both.
Your job was done, for now, so you had to know what happened. You needed to know who was the man who stood in front of you now as his ocean blue eyes gazing at you with respect and gratitude. He gave you a firm nod, and you followed after as you straightened your posture.
"Then, who are you?"
"I am Armin Arlert, an Eldian from the island of Paradis. The man who killed Eren Yeager, the attack titan."
The way he said it was absolute. Certainty was there and somehow you wanted to just let your sore body fall to the ground as relief started to fill your heart. But not yet, you had to be the commander of the air force unit, probably the only higher-ups left in the military here.
"Greetings then, Armin Arlert." You started, giving him a Marleyan salute as he answered it by balling his right hand into a fist, resting it right in front of his heart after that. "I am the commander of the air force unit of Marleyan Military, my troops and I would do anything we could do to assist everyone here."
For the next few hours, everyone who was healthy enough was assigned to take care of those who had injuries or any other casualties. You as the commander, trying to call and inform the military base in the capital. Solace flooded over you once again when you received the news that more than a half part of Marley was still intact.
You immediately called for backup, informing them to tell the whole world what happened in Fort Salta. This needed to be distributed now, that they didn't have to worry anymore, that the world was finally free from titans. You told them all the little details about those who fought in the battle, you told them that it was thanks to the Eldians themselves that the rumbling stopped.
"It's..." You trailed off as the chief on the other line asked you the name of the war that shook the world just now. "It's the battle of heaven and earth."
Today marked the three years of the world's victory against titans. Eldians finally freed from the curse and lived a normal life like humanity in the rest of the world. Though, of course, doubt and fear still lingered in the heart of the people. That was why those soldiers who directly fought with the attack titan became the ambassador of peace, travelling around the world to tell their stories.
They were the ones who lived, the heroes who chose to fight humanity who always treated their race like an insect. They were those who chose humanity over their own life, the ones who cast their feelings aside and killed their best friend because that was the right thing to do.
And your lover was one of them, he was an Eldian, a soldier who was ready to sacrifice his life in war.
Jean Kirstein, the man that you met in a bar back then in Marley, the only person who could make you feel so bare as he painted you with affection.
The person who you would wait a thousand years if you had to, so long so you could be together.
You subconsciously touched your left fingers, tracing your coarse skin as you absentmindedly remembered the reunion that you had with him. Not the one where he shouted at you to stay back, not the one where it filled with painful tears as you saw him transformed into a titan in front of your eyes.
But it was the one that made you feel so full. After calling the capital and making sure the Eldian would be treated fairly, you finally could take a breather and sit just outside the tower in Fort Salta. The sun slowly turned into an orange hue that time, your body was all aching as the adrenaline from before started to wear off.
You didn't turn your face away from the horizon as you felt someone sat beside you on the ground, not saying anything for the next couple of minutes as you and the mysterious figure just basked yourself on the peaceful atmosphere, something that was never there with how war and violence always filled the ground.
The orange hue slowly reddened as the sun hid behind the mountain, letting the moon take over with thousands of stars adorned the night sky.
There were no words being spoken as two bodies decided to scoot closer to each other as if there were strings that bound them together. You dropped your head on his shoulder, letting out a long sigh as the realisation finally sank in.
"I am back, (Y/n)." His voice was still filled with disbelief. "Just like what I promised you." But it sounds the same as how it used to, lingering with something that you knew as love.
You lifted your head a little, wanting to take a look at him and scrutinizing his face. He was here, Jean Kirstein in a flesh. He was not a titan anymore, he was just an Eldian from the island of Paradis, a normal human, just like you.
There was a dingling sound as he fetched something from his pocket, your eyes never left his as you felt a warm metal slipped on your palm. He closed your hand after that, wanting you to know that he was real, that he finally could give back the silver key that he brought with him ever since in Marley.
You felt like you wanted to burst at the moment. You wanted to cry, screaming at him for fighting the attack titan despite being a mere soldier who didn't even inherit the nine titans, you wanted to ask how he felt right now and what actually happened, there was so much that you wanted to say, so many words that you wanted to tell him.
But there would be a time for that, you were certain that you would have a lot of time after all of these were done.
So you just curled your lips into a smile, orbs glistening with tears as it shone with adoration, palm gripping the key a little tighter with his hand on top of yours.
"Welcome back, Jean."
You patted the excess of the dirt in your hand on your black apron, finally done repotting some of the plants. When your eyes fleeted to the side, you tilted your head in confusion as the bird from before was still there, so loyal as it accompanied you for the last hour.
This one was different compared to the others. The birds that you saw before only had one solid colour, but this one that stayed with you had brown feathers on some of their features.
The bird just looked at you with wonder, tilting their head to the side as they jumped from the flower bed and landed beside you. Your lips immediately shaped into a smile, wondering why the bird decided to stay with you when the others left already.
"Hey, what are you doing here?"
You cooed at the bird, careful not to move your body too abruptly, afraid that they would fly again. Of course, you didn't expect them to chirp, but maybe you could talk to them a little. And you could write it down in the letter that you sent for Jean later on.
"I don't know why you are here, but don't you think you should go back though?"
Those beady black orbs fell upon your face as if they understood your words. "You must have a family, right? Perhaps maybe a lover?" So you decided to keep on talking, throwing some random questions, conversing with them like an old friend. "Bet your lover is so beautiful like you, and they must be waiting for you, you know?"
"Like you wait for me?"
Silence. On the first second, the bird was in front of you. But now, they flapped their wings and flew, leaving you there with both pupils widened as a familiar voice rang through your ear. You didn't understand why they suddenly left, but maybe, maybe it was because of the fact that you were not alone anymore.
That maybe because they knew your lover came back.
And so they would do the same and flew to where their lover was.
"Jean?"
No, he was not supposed to be here. From the letters that you got last week, he was supposed to be in Marley right now with the others. He told you that through the words that he scribbled down on the old paper, and you remembered how he would come back next month.
But of course, your eyes wouldn't deceive you, of course, your ear could never catch the exact voice that belonged to him if he was not really here.
He stood around five feet apart from you with a cheeky smile that made you want to just slap it away from his beautiful face. His ash-brown locks slightly got longer, looking neat despite the wind that swayed some strands of his hair, and you wondered how many times he combed his hair to make it look like that.
Though you didn't care about it, you didn't care about how he was here right now when you were certain he should have been somewhere else. You didn't care that you stumbled on some of the gardening tools as you ran towards him. You didn't care if your apron could leave some dirt on his expensive suit.
What you cared right now as your feet brought you closer to him — was to feel his embrace once more.
You jumped right into his arms, chin resting on his shoulder as you wrapped your arms around his neck, not wanting to let go. Right now, you just wanted to shout and announce to the world that you wanted him for yourself, at least for just a few minutes, at least for a moment.
Everyone could call you selfish at this point you didn't care anymore. For all your life you never wanted anything but a world without fear. And now as you achieved it, the only matter that could complete it was to spend it all with the one that somehow had half of your heart anywhere he goes.
You have waited for him for far too long. You always waited for him afraid that he wouldn't come back to your apartment, you always waited for him with distress lingering at the back of your mind that he was not alive anymore when he was there on the other side of the sea.
But now as you felt the warmth within his touch, now as you felt his smile as his lips planted on the side of your face, you finally knew how it feels to live in a world without fear since from now on, you were free to love him.
He was too — free to love you as his real self, an Eldian, a war hero, Jean Kirstein from the island of Paradis.
"I am home."
And as the two bodies basked in the warmth of a loved one, hand intertwined that clashed a silver metal band next to each other, they both knew that from now on — they were going to wake up every single morning and live their dream.
In a world where there was no fear, spending it in prime real estate with a significant other.
Earning the right to live a happy life for hopefully, a long time.
"Welcome home, Jean."
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november-venom · 6 years
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Sole Survivor Character Sheet: Jessie Reubens
I decided to make a character sheet for my SoSu using the template HERE! Hopefully it might answer any questions, and regardless it’s a good resource to have. I’ll likely edit the info later and add a picture once I can get a good one.
Its long af, so info under the cut
Name: Jessie Reubens 
(Shamelessly named after the protagonist of MC:SM and Paul Reubens)
Nickname: Jess, Knight Reubens, General, Queen of Monsters, (sister) Hoot.
Birth Date: October 14th, 2051
Age: 236
Western Zodiac Sign: Libra
Eastern Zodiac Sign: Ram/Goat.
Gender: Female, but will pass with they/them if someone wants to call her otherwise.
Sexuality: Bisexual, Bi-curious
Race: White; Specifically German, Dutch, and Polish
Ethnicity: White
Language(s) Spoken: English, Jargon deathclaw growls.
Voice: Appealing, but occasionally gruff; Her voice gets a lot deeper when she’s about to laugh.
Accent: American
Speech Impediments: None.
Laugh: Its either loud and hardy or quiet and soft, no in between. But no matter how she’s laughing she’ll still sometimes snort.
Complexion: Would have been clean and crisp, But has been roughed up by the wasteland in the form of many minor imperfections as well as war paint.
Eye Color/Shape: Mostly rounded Blue-green eyes
Hair Color/Cut (Including Facial Hair): Has an elegant haircut crafted from re auburn hair, usually grimed up from traveling but being cleaned whenever she stops by a settlement.
Grooming (Neat, Messy): Usually surprisingly neat and clean whenever she gets a chance to fix herself up. Though, it never stays that for long.
Face Shape: Round/oval but not necessarily a baby face.
Distinguishing Features (Scars, Birthmarks): She has a long pre-war scar on the right side of her face but covered it up with war paint so people would quit asking about it. Before that, she made up stories for it- but in truth, it was from a shovel incident in the fifth grade.
Body Shape: Average; fluctuates with travels. She gets on the heavier side once she retires.
Build (Muscular, Lean, Fat): Muscular/Lean but gains weight easy
Cup Size: Somewhere in the C-D range
Weight: 146.5-162.5 lbs or more (but it usually hovers around there)
Height: 5’7
Shoe Size: Is this really an important detail?
Health/Energy Level: About as healthy as anyone in the wasteland can get, though she’s extra prone to radiation. She’s always got 1/9th of her health taken up by rads and needs constant doctor visits and doses of Radaway
Disabilities: Nearsighted and poor vision in right eye; Needs glasses
Allergies: Allergic to strawberries; Skin irritation should the juice come in contact with her and Severe digestive issues upon ingestion
Medication: N/A
Addictions: N/A
Memory: PTSD Results in minor memory problems from her old life; It often feels like bits and pieces of her past are missing when telling stories of the old world to her friends.
Phobia(s): Agoraphobia, Mild Nyctophobia
Mental Illness(es): Depression, PTSD.
Senses (Eyesight, Hearing, etc.): Develops Minor hearing issues due to being constantly around gunfire and explosions, not to mention hearing the first bomb dropped 200 years ago. Needs glasses for issues in her right eye.
Coordination/Reflexes: Sloppy when she first leaves the vault, but very quickly becomes expertly self-taught in weapon handling as well as modding and which guns are best to have. She also gets firing lessons from the other companions. Being a lawyer, she’s used to thinking quickly, and can often improvise battle strategy in the middle of the fray, taking new angles and using her environment in ways that that most others wouldn’t
Posture/Gait: Slouches when tired, but assumes a sneaking position when investigating the inner city and stands straight as a flagpole with her hands held behind her back in formal situations. She likes to imitate Maxon.
As for her walk, It depends on the situation, same as her posture. Though sometimes she’s a frolicking klutz when they’re in open fields or woods.
Habits: She has- well, she… She’s got what Cait lovingly calls Jessie’s “Corpse habit”
(A cannibal. She’s a cannibal.)
General Mood: When exploring and on the field, she’s very happy and Jolly, eager to make friends and adventure. Though in battle, or debate, the switch is flipped and she’s a fiery storm.
General Attitude (Interaction with Others): It often depends on how she reads the person beforehand. Most of the time, If they don’t seem too dangerous or smug, she approaches with a happy near-bubbly attitude.
Emotional Stability (Consistency): Arguably emotionally unstable. While in public, most of the time, she’s happy and excited and bubbly, but behind walls? It can… vary. But behind protective walls is when she most often breaks down in fits of sadness, anger, or just from unpleasant memories.
Under-armor: Olive BoS uniform, Armored military fatigues, Armored minuteman outfit
Armor: white heavy polymer combat armor known as the “Ross Time” Set over a olive BoS Uniform/Military fatigues, Zealot Marine armor over a Minuteman outfit
Relax-wear: Military fatigues/Laundered Loungewear
Accessorie(s)(Tattoos, Jewelry): A Tattoo from the Children of Atom surrounds her right eye. She also likes to carry around a little pouch for small trinkets like jewelry she finds, the pouch residing on her belt.
Primary Weapon(s):
A Lever action rifle named “Rifle of the Island II”, A.44 Pistol named Vengeance, An Automatic Radium Rifle called “Atom’s Eye”, and an Automatic plasma rifle named Experiment 18-A
Secondary Weapon(s):
A 10mm pistol she picked up from Vault 111 named The First Steps, an Automatic laser rifle called Wazer Wifle, and a Gauss Rifle called Ross Time
Melee Weapon(s): Sheishkabab (also doubles as a torch when her pip boy light goes out)
Current Residence: She has multiple bases; Old Longfellow’s Cabin, The Castle, Sanctuary Hills.
Friend(s): Dogmeat, Preston Garvey, Piper Wright, Nick Valentine, Strong, Old Longfellow, Robert Maccready, Curie, John Hancock, Codsworth, Deacon, Cait.
Lover(s): Paladin Danse
Past Spouse(s)/Lover(s): Nate Reubens
Pet(s): Cupcake the Deathclaw, Sunshine the Deathclaw, Spike the Deathclaw, Bullet the Bloatfly, Brutus the Yao Guai, Lulu the Radscorpion, Ace the Stingwing, Echo the Mirelurk King, Diva the Radroach.
Faction(s): Minutemen, Brotherhood of Steel, Railroad, Acadia, Far Harbor, Children of Atom.
Collection(s)(Bobbleheads, Magazines, etc.): Likes to collect any nuka cola she can find, as well as magazines and bobble heads
Occupation(s)(Past or Present): Railroad Agent, Brotherhood Paladin, Child of Atom Zealot, Protector of Acadia, Co-General of the Minutemen, (formerly) Institute member, (Formerly, pre-war) Lawyer, Part-time zookeeper and veterinary nurse.
Education: Has a bachelor's degree, a degree in biology, and a degree in law
Social Stereotype(s)(Past or Present): Mom friend and Vodka aunt
Strength: 6
Perception: 7
Endurance: 8
Charisma: 11
Intelligence: 8
Agility: 6
Luck: 4
Religion: She’s a Child of Atom and probably part any other religion she’d come across in the wasteland; polytheistic
Moral Alignment: Chaotic Good
MBTI Personality Type: Campaigner ENFP-T
Reputation: Widely loved and admired, though a few are willing to admit she’s also a little… quirky. But as long as she keeps things together, nobody minds a few odd traits.
Crime Record (Past or Present): Somewhat of a “Moral terrorist” in the eyes of the BoS; She refuses to kill ghouls or synths without a good reason aside from them being “abominations”. It causes a lot of turmoil. As does the whole “I joined a radiation-worshiping cult” thing.
Traditions: Tries to celebrate birthdays and holidays despite the traditions being lost or faded. But, with her, they’re somewhat revived. Her friends have a hell of a time when she realizes any of the big fall/winter holidays are coming up (And Nick Valentine is in for a real treat and surprise when Feb 14th comes around. )
Apart from holidays, she has little things she’ll do often, several times a week; Stretching with Danse after a trek involving power armor, Meditating by a carefully crafted atom shrine once in awhile, etc.
Superstitions: The only ones she has are silly, joking motherly ones; stuff like “You know, if you keep grimacing, your face is gonna be stuck like that if the wind changes.”
Hobbies/Interests: LOVES animals and studying the wasteland fauna and new creatures influenced by radiation; Its her goal to tame at least one of every wasteland creature and she’s well on her way there. She’s also trained some creatures for the minutemen, and is determined to show as many people as she can that the mutated creatures of the wasteland aren't all mindless monsters out to kill.
Skills:
Incredibly persuasive with high charisma,
Crafty with guns; Good at modding and can often pick up and put any weapon to good use with little issue
Able to tame wasteland creatures
Good scavenger
Can often improvise in battle if things don’t go according to plan, or if there’s an ambush
Always looks at both sides of the issue before making a decision; Is good at finding a happy medium in an argument
Good at making a case
Skilled at uniting opposing sides for a greater purpose
Good at making excuses; can often get out of punishments and ridicule with honeyed words and good reasoning
Compassionate even in dire situations
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YESTERDAY
I wanted to get Survivor Blues Part 4 posted. But I had a SUPER busy day, and then there was all of that new content (Pedro, please, sir, my heart cannot take much more of this!) AND THEN the Rangers had a do or die playoff game that I had to give all of my attention to - they won and I’m still busting out in random celebratory dance over it - AND THEN @lowlights hit me with this Ezra filthlet that knocked me over so I was just completely down for the count after that.
ANYWAY! I have another busy day today BUT I got started on it at 7am so that I’ll definitely have time to get SB updated tonight. So if you need or want to catch up or refresh your memory, here she is! And if you’d like to be tagged in the next part, let me know or fill out the form on my Masterlist!!
Hope everyone enjoys their Sunday Funday!! ☺️
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wip game!
thank you @imtryingmybeskar for the tag!
(i’m very much looking forward to the next part of starman!!) 
RULES: write the latest line from your wip and tag as many people as there are words in the line. Make a new post, don't reblog.
From Survivor Blues Part 4: Creatures of Habit 
You noticed things that you hadn’t been able to in years, things that you couldn’t afford to focus on before - the intricate mosaics of moss and stone, the hum of green that hung around the twiggy underbrush, the way the crowns of the trees softened with new growth, their points swaying with the changing breeze instead of trying to pierce the sky like they did in winter.
that is far too many words to tag the same number of people. BUT if you see this, please consider yourself tagged and tag me in your post so I can see what you’re working on! (no, really, please do tag me i want to seeeeeeeee.) 
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