**NOTE: I HAVE MOVED. I’VE FINALLY DECIDED TO REVIVE MY JEAN & MOVE IT TO ANOTHER BLOG FOR A FRESH START. SOME THINGS ARE STILL UNDER CONSTRUCTION BUT IM FREE FOR SOME INTERACTION WITH ALL OF YOU. URL IS XCOGNITIF, LIKE ALWAYS.

**NOTE: I HAVE MOVED. I’VE FINALLY DECIDED TO REVIVE MY JEAN & MOVE IT TO ANOTHER BLOG FOR A FRESH START. SOME THINGS ARE STILL UNDER CONSTRUCTION BUT IM FREE FOR SOME INTERACTION WITH ALL OF YOU. URL IS XCOGNITIF, LIKE ALWAYS.

**NOTE: I HAVE MOVED. I'VE FINALLY DECIDED TO REVIVE MY JEAN & MOVE IT TO ANOTHER BLOG FOR A FRESH START. SOME THINGS ARE STILL UNDER CONSTRUCTION BUT IM FREE FOR SOME INTERACTION WITH ALL OF YOU. URL IS XCOGNITIF, LIKE ALWAYS.

         Allow me to start off in the most eloquent way I know how: Holy shit.

         In all honesty I never expected to be here very long, a month tops, but here I am 7 months later, through ups and downs and seasons and partners and friends and I am strangely still not tired of this little shit nor of everything tied to this account. I absolutely adore Noiz, I think he’s my favorite muse I’ve ever had, and the people I have had with me through this adventure have made it all the more fun. I am extremely grateful for everyone who has stuck with me thus far, especially through the extreme inactivity I had just recently, and every single one of you means a lot to me. I hope I can continue to be someone you enjoy seeing upon your dashboards and enjoy interacting with.

         Now this is a follow forever, and I’ll get right to that I suppose. I should note that even if you are not here, it doesn’t mean you are not appreciated or anything of the negative sort; i can’t possibly fit everyone and there are some people I have connected with more than others or that have astounded me in every way possible. ( also note: this is no particular order ).

( you give my world color )

venatorx || inkuakuma || clearcoded || azureintent || lambencies feiistypants || n-o-x-c-r-i-s-t-a-u-x || masochisticsadist || ortusvir ersatzxx || xmigiwa || exudingstars || xcognitif

( rhyme team )

nousagii || pertraho || sixthorderpolynomial || lastlivingpotter || laceraalas damnmarimo || seniki || aerosolise || singlasses || drakedomitor || sparkstrikes mortiuum || trouillard || rymors || venatrixque || iimpius || rapusodosu  sollertis || ladykillerkoujaku || hakaisuru || hollownesswithin || thecarpetdoesntmatch

breathes in here. just so all of you know, i finally fixed up my oc blog & decided to let you know where i'll be spending most of my time on. he in an original, unaffiliated character but i hope you'll enjoy interacting with him :33

URL: eaviateur

a time for farewells! after some period of thought, i decided to finally place my darling jean into a well deserved hiatus as i've decided to finally focus on one original character that has still yet to be made (in blog terms). this doesn't mean i'll delete this blog, since there may be a slight chance i'd want to roleplay as jean again. thank you guys for the memories, it was a tremendous amount of fun being scarred, crying children (thanks to the shingeki mangas) and all. thanks for putting up will all my crap & nonsense about commander jean. if any one of you wants to contact me, feel free! my skype is aspherterism (you can introduce yourselves through your url) & it won't really matter if i've interacted with you guys or not, just give me a peep there and i'll be sure to shower you with love. stay frosty!

p.s. you can also contact me through my personal: sourinss

               ❝ mama's boy, but hey, i know how to treat a lady.

offering her a grin that disappeared only seconds later, he didn't know what else to say. far too busy nitpicking over the fact that he sounded much like a child afraid of lighting. ( which was definitely not the case. ) & tempted to explain himself to the woman; to tell her that the lightning just caught him off guard -- that he was a man despite the womanly actions he had just displayed. the rain pounding against the roof the sheltered them acted as a filler for the silence the two of them shared.

jean, for some reason, could not bring himself to whistle or make a noise that would distract him, or the both of them, to something else. he felt uneasy, nervous, as he proceeded to look out into the blurry wet mess that silhouetted his favorite cafe, and beside it, the library he was supposed to visit. startled, he looks at the young woman who seemed to be hesitating when offered him help. her sentences were broken, and her stance was unsteady-- as if she was to fall over or just walk away in a blink of an eye.  

               ❝ well, ---- if you don't mind going over there,

he points, index finger directed at the library he was staring at only seconds ago. most occasions, most likely when he's with friends, he would have taken the umbrella and left them there, only to apologize with a big grin, telling them it was nothing but a harmless joke and that he wouldn't leave them. ( eren being the exception, he could live with a wet shirt. ) & with that answer, he waits for her reply, if she'd turn down his offer or would be obliged to help him for, after all, he was the one who fixed the broken umbrella in the first place.

     "I never thought my knight            in shining armor would            be a mama’s boy.”

     ᴛʀᴇɴᴄʜᴀɴᴛ, ʏᴇᴛ ᴀʟʟ  the  same  mild  jest.   all   was  witty      in  this  instance,   an  underlying  tone of  wry amplitude      possible,   forsooth.    however,    he   had   mended   the      fractured  apparatus,   and  for   that  she  is  grateful.  he      finishes  no  more  a  second  subsequent,   yet  as  she      moves  to  thank the  man,  he  jolts—jerking form harsh      in motion, stridently stiff as he instantaneously ascends,      clatter  of metal  against the  floor jarring,  and she is left      startled  for a  second.  stygian lashes  bat in  peculiarity,      astral hues upon him with question,  however legitimate      inquisition fails to reach the surface of her tongue.

     ʜᴇ ʜᴀɴᴅs ᴛʜᴇ umbrella back to her, placed dead upon her      palm.  silver shifts  aside fore  she attempts  to speak, the      cogs of  her  mind  wheeling.  rubicund  tiers part gently to      allow sound their passage.

     ”—Thank you. I—uh,”  she starts,  then stops,  trying to find      the right words. "The umbrella is large enough, and…if you      were perhaps going somewhere yourself, then—I could…?”

     ᴛʜᴇ ᴏғғᴇʀ sᴛᴀɴᴅs on unsteady legs, pillars of uncertainty      rocking  to  and  fro.  she  bites  her  lip  in  a  moment  of      difficult hesitation.

     "I mean, if you needed            some  cover   from            the   rain,   that   is.”

                    ❝ if i had my camera, you'd be the perfect model.

he returns the humor, as he continues prying the cat off of his face, thinking of how the man got into this type of mess in the first place. soon enough though, the feline chose to run off, perhaps deeming the bleeding man as an opponent no longer worthy of it's attention. patting the side of his trousers, he stares at the smiling boy and decides to fish something out of his bag.

                   ❝ ---- let me see here,

fingers finally graze upon the thin plastic like material, and he makes a noise that could be well interpreted as a ' eureka ' of some sorts. he hands the stranger some bandages, and even under dim light one could see that it was a girlish type. it was pink and decorated with multiple bears with bows placed on top of their heads. it took jean several seconds before his face suddenly flushed red, stuttering out an explanation. 

                  ❝ k-kids at work gave it to me. well,                      i mean, i work part time there--                      a help to some friends... i couldn't just,                      say no. plus i thought it might be handy.

                   ‘ Bet I look drop-dead gorgeous. ’ 

the cat had managed to nick a several too-many lines on his face; threads of blood needle over cheeks once perfect, almost porcelain–––– and yet he still found the strength to offer one of his jokes, the self-deprecating ones that always got other people to laugh, whether with or at him, and that was enough for daisuke. because what was the point of letting pessimism be your companion on the trip called your lifetime?

once the cat’s claws were retracted into soft, gentle palms, the blond finally got a better look of the man that helped him. his sulky face lit up in a smile, one that was tugged on the corners by appreciation

                   ‘ Thanks–––– ’ 

                      ❝ thank fucking god for that.                           hey, while you're here, i need to                           ask you somethin'. two things, really.                           one being, if you'd be okay to dress                           up in swimwear, and the second being,                           should i get contacts?

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                   "Sheesh. I was going to offer to pay, you big bag of small dicks."

              ❝ mother always said i was gonna be good with the ladies.

it does not take long until calloused fingertips leave the once bent, thin sticks of metal that was to hold the structure of the umbrella. tired, he sighs, ignoring the dull ache in his fingers that was given to him as a souvenir. once assured that the item was now mended, he stands up, twisting his torso to remove the sharp pain caused by sitting in a crouched position during that short period of time. the two of them share a silence that was not friendly, yet was not uncomfortable. a sudden flash of light makes jean stand up straight, a queer sounding ' ah ' escaping his chapped, pink lips. hopefully she decides to ignore the girlish sound as he proceeds to pick up the umbrella, lying dormant in a tilted fashion, opening and closing it twice to see how it functions now before giving it back to the lady. 

              ❝ here, it's good to go.

       ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴀʀʟʏ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ downpour torrents above, nimbus structures      piecing together  the sky.  the concrete below their feet is ( cold )      and ( sopping ), boots no less moist from her previous trek, and      thus is it  impossible for  the dame to  dismiss  the young man’s      help.  his sardonic tone  does not flit by unnoticed,  though is left      uncommented upon.  howbeit insult  mars her self,  acceptance      of her inability to solve the issue  by her lonesome is necessary.      dainty palms  pulls away from  the handle of her umbrella, left in      the   hands   of   the   stranger.   a  frown   lingers   all   the   ways.

     ”Charming, aren’t you,” she mumbles with a sigh.

ooc; Dude what's the name of that song on your blog? I've been over here rocking out to it for good minute omg.

!!! it's six shooter by coyote kisses

                       ❝ goddamnit, every day spent with you                            is a quarter of my paycheck doing down                            your intestines. have some mercy will ya?                             i still have him to feed.

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                   "Someone’s gotta push you to achieve the greatness you’ve got in you. Anyway, I’m hungry. Let’s go get crepes, then you can enlighten me on how to properly pose for you.”

                      ❝ since when have you been so fucking touchy?                           i'm trying to help you out here, no need to fight                           me about it.                           anyways, i'm not doing it for you.                                                     you've been fucking up on your gear lately;                           and if you die because of your 3DMG all our efforts                           will be wasted, not to mention it'd be a shameful death.                           me helping you is a subtle way of helping all of us.

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◤ “Maybe because it’s uneeded and we’re not alll incompetent of finishing simple tasks? y’know, just a thought. I can help myself, I really don’t need your services. Shouldn’t you be elsewhere instead of bothering?”◢

                          ❝ -- jesus christ. watching the horrific display of the other trying it's absolute best to yank the feline off of his bleeding face, he refuses to help for now-- as jean was far too busy enjoying himself at the sight of the confident blonde giving himself multiplying facial wounds. soon enough though he takes pity on the younger one and helps him out, whether the other liked it or not. mock purring was heard, jean giving his best attempts to soothe the tense cat off of the blonde's face.

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                   ‘ ––––I know exactly what I’m doing. ’ 

as the kitty continued jabbing its nails on his face, he tried to pull it off his head––––but to no avail. perhaps not every cat on this world was as friendly as daisuke imagined up until this point.

                      ❝ because you're such an ass. to me.                           it fits anyways, doesn't your latest project,                           or something like it-- require you to be a                           complete bitch?

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                   "Well, what can I say? My talent lies with acting and sex. And I’ll say your name how I want. I haven’t forgotten the whole Asstra thing."

                      ❝ mmn, yeah? thanks for the compliment.                           glad to hear it from a pretty lady such as,                            yourself.

obvious sarcasm was on the other's tongue, it being very hard to miss. he now keeps quiet as amber eyes stare & stay focused on what is his current task: fixing the lady's umbrella. 

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     "Well, aren’t you just generous.”

     ʜᴇʀ ᴡᴏʀᴅs ᴀʀᴇ caustic, but she does      not move away  from his aiding hand.

                  ❝ -- why is it that no one seems to appreciate                       the fact that i'm tryin' to lend a hand here?                       you should be happy i'm even willing to, help you.

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◤ “I wasn’t really looking to do it in the conventional method . Since when did I ask for your opinion anyway?”◢