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Attack on Titan x Reader - I'm in the Band (Ch. 7)Chapter Seven: ResolutionAttack on Titan x Reader - I'm in the Band (Ch. 7) by Ravens-of-Rome
“Marco.” I slapped Marco’s arm to get his attention, my face twisted in exaggerated panic. “Marco. Is the time signature what I think it is?”
Marco blinked, but looked at his copy of the closer Armin has just handed out. His eyes widened as he muttered, “Oh, Jesus.”
“Who the hell thought it was a good idea to put a show piece in seven-four time?!” I whispered loudly, taking my pencil and circling the time signature on my part.
“Check out who arranged it.” He pointed his index finger to the top-right corner of my part.
“Oh-ho-ho,” I breathed irately, stealing a glance at Levi, who was, in fact, the arranger. “He’s gonna get it.”
“Don’t be too hard on him,” Marco remarked. “He’s the one who has to conduct it.”
“Point made, but we still have to play it and march to it at the same time!” I sighed and scanned the pie
Hey you, yeah you... READ THIS!Hi gorgeous, how are you?Hey you, yeah you... READ THIS! by Blubeany
I hope everything is well for you, if so, let it stay that way. If not, let’s see what I can do to change that.
Having a rough time with school/college?
Having trouble with friends?
Stuck in a rut with family?
At a standstill in your life?
Wondering if you’re pretty enough?
Are you feeling a bit rejected?
No one understands you?
Been disappointed lately?
Wanna forget a moment in your life?
Have any regrets?
Questioning your choices?
Wanna turn back time?
Yeah, me too. You’re not alone. You never are. So let’s hope a hug will somehow brighten your day.
Sorry, it’s all I can do over the internet, but if you’re smiling -- even a tiny bit, or in your mind -- then that’s all I wanted. Wish I could see it.
I love all of you.
War and Wings: Chapter 19 Part Two--ConfessionWar and Wings: Chapter 19 Part Two--Confession by praxcrown5
Continued from part one:
Ratchet was sick of talking in ‘code.’
Granted Operation Orsis had been functioning under a ‘party’ cypher since the beginning, but when that had been established by Jazz and Io it had been palatable. Not to mention amusing…especially when it was all too easy to envision the dumbfounded expressions that Soundwave’s agents must have made as they imagined a host of medics laughing and carrying on like a bunch of overenergized sparklings.
But now…with the Bay still in shambles, and supplies running low, Ratchet’s spark just wasn’t in it. That, and the language encryption that he was now forced to use had been created by the utterly humorless Prowl and his adherence to unswerving logic. True, it meant that local communications had been restored, but it also meant that, as acting CO, Ratchet had to dialogue direct
Peace at last.
The Titans were no more, and everyone was free again. Yes, there were still skirmishes and conflicts among the people, but nothing of great severity. A relative peace covered the land as the walls that had once divided the humans from the monsters—and from each other—were brought down. There was no reason to fight anymore, and so it was that our heroes retired to follow their own paths.
Hanji sat at her desk, going through the papers set before her. Though she deeply enjoyed her job, it still required a great deal of paperwork a mundane tasks.
She cocked her head at the sound of her door clicking open, and she smiled at her comrade. “Hi there.”
Levi ignored her greeting and closed the door behind him before stepping to her side. His eyes wandered to the papers on her desk, which Hanji noticed.
“Yeah, I’m still not done with mine yet,” she said in mild exasperation. “But I can’t help it—it’s all technical, common knowledge mumbo-jumbo. I can’t concentrate properly on things like this without some sort of hands-on supplement. You probably finished yours this morning—”
Levi’s hands gripped Hanji by the shoulders, and his lips smashed onto hers. She let out a surprised moan, her eyes wide as he pulled away and looked her in the eye intensely.
“Let’s get married,” he said suddenly.
A light shade of red dusted Hanji’s cheeks, but she chortled. “Not much of a proposal, huh?”
“. . .Shut up.”
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