Octavia Serket-Hunter || Vriska Serket (
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savetheearth2014-07-27 08:23 pm
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- attack on titan: eren yeager,
- attack on titan: levi,
- baccano!: isaac and miria,
- devil may cry: dante,
- generator rex: caesar salazar,
- haibane renmei: rakka,
- homestuck: eridan ampora,
- homestuck: nepeta leijon,
- homestuck: roxy lalonde,
- homestuck: vriska serket,
- kamen rider w: philip,
- kill la kill: ryuko matoi,
- lyrical nanoha: fate testarossa,
- magic knight rayearth: umi ryuuzaki,
- misfits: nathan young,
- original: umbrael,
- rwby: ruby rose,
- shadow of the colossus: wander
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Oh my g8d mom 8te my stepdad
[ This text is appended with another one, just minutes later: ]
8nd may8e a journ8list too I found a c8mera
[ This text is appended with another one, just minutes later: ]
8nd may8e a journ8list too I found a c8mera
whoops i derped too
Having weird shadowtentacles passing through him is weirdly reminiscent of the feeling when he shifts into a titan, but also completely different. He wouldn't really have any words to describe it, but then they wouldn't even be necessary. All that matters is that it's extremely unpleasant.]
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His horse is barreling towards the trio, startling the poor bystanders yet again because that is one huge animal. Agro skids to a stop and nudges Walter gently with her nose before standing upright and facing Alan and Octavia.
And snorting right in Octavia's face. ]
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Do not fuck with me today, Twinklehooves. Wally and Alan both owe me half a dead echo-animal. Don't think I won't cash that shit in.
[ She dusts herself down a little, half expecting the place where the tentacles furtled their way through her to be covered in some sort of residue. It isn't! Which means she's presentable enough to talk to the press.
Which she does by turning towards the journalist and screeching at the top of her lungs, obviously. ]
CAN YOU NOT TAKE PICTURES WHILE HE'S UNCONSCIOUS IN A POOL OF SPIDERBLOOD, YOU INCONSIDERATE FUCK?
[ And more quietly, to Alan: ]
You should take your shirt off. To. Cover him with. Because dignity.
[ w o w ]
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You heard the lady. This really isn't any of your business, so fuck off.
[And then he turns to hiss to Octavia:]
I am not taking my shirt off in public oh my god.