happy halloween to you too, dearest!!
*smooches u back*
hello, anon! hhhHHH thank you so much!! i’m glad you think junkyard is interesting so far ; v; <3
and no worries; i haven’t been asked that yet! my snk otps are eren/levi and erwin/levi — occasionally erwin/levi/eren if that counts
BASED ON THE QUOTE: ”I just wanted you to fuck me, but then I got greedy; I wanted you to love me.”
It started with pain.
When the first of his comrades died in front of his eyes, there was an unbearable pain that struck his chest. It wasn’t a feeling of grief; it was a feeling of guilt. He was there when they reached out, fingers splayed, screaming for him. He was there when they fell in, limbs included, into a hole deeper and darker than hell. He was there when they called him, but he wasn’t there when they needed him.
ah, dear anon, revealing that would spoil the fic uvu
(but the sentence might change depending on how many chapters there ends up being)
Title: Junkyard Dogs
Summary: [chapter 5] Prison Rule #5: Don’t put your faith in others.
Notes: ok so i’m just going to give you guys the option of reading this here or on AO3 bc i know i’m lazy and i don’t want to click on links to outside sites so yea i feel you
Motive. Mentality. Those are the only elements that are important to your identity. Your motive determines your mentality, and your mentality defines your motive. They coexist to create organization. If you’re sane, people will associate purpose with everything you do. If you’re insane, people will find every excuse to keep calling you insane.