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Attack on Titan OC. A small criminal in need of food and a good fight. (Adult mun and muse) #AOTRP

Joined September 2026
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ɪɴ ᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛᴜʀᴍᴏɪʟ, ɪɴ ᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ʙᴇʟɪᴇꜰꜱ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɢɪᴏᴜꜱ, ꜱᴘʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴅɪꜱᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡʀᴇᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴍɪꜱᴄʜɪᴇꜰ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴡ ᴄᴏᴜʀꜱɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴏᴜʟꜱ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴛ ɢᴏ, ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴛ ɢᴏ OC for #AOTRP Verse
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"Of course. It would be my honor." So cordial... Levi is seeing a side of her that very few will. The side that comes with respect. After all, she doesn't respect very many people in the world. She lines herself up behind the man, gently taking the handles of the wheelchair.--
Blinking, he just sort of looks at her. His eyes lower a little, elsewhere her own don’t meet. “.. I can walk short distances.. ..it’s hard when it gets longer..” The letter finds his hand. Holding it still in one, the other pulls it open with his thumb and ring fingers.
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--She ponders how strong this man was in his past. After all, to even make it this far after so much damage... In a field like his, he must be incredible. Thus she begins to push, doing the legwork for her little tour guide. "Thanks again. I know you're humble and all,--
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--don't like being called a legend or anything but... You really are great. You're unlike any soldier I've ever spoken to. At least in all the ways that matter to me."
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Her mouth hangs open in disbelief. Wait... he's wheelchair bound? He wasn't before, right? He was guiding her by foot, she swore... "You uh..." She ponders asking about it but quickly, immediately after already making a sound, stifles her curiosity. It's not her problem.--
Over cobbled ground, and the stone flat of the courtyard, is a man sitting in his wheelchair. A pair of hands gently guide hisself along the paths most accessible, his own, both now unveiled and pushing by the outer handrims of each wheel. On his way to her, Levi.
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--Sticking her nose into his business isn't going to be kind. Making him relive his traumas... So instead, she just pulls out the letter, placing it gently into his hand. "Yeah, I got it right here... So, y'know your way around, huh?"
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"Mm?" Linda quirks an eyebrow at the scientist. "It's really nice actually. It's just seasoned enough I think, not too salty... Broth is thick and filling. I dunno, I'm not a food reviewer. I wouldn't know the first thing about a palette, but... It's pretty good!" She--
Their gaze widens as her face digs into the bowl. Blinking, they just sort of stare at her as they lean. “Ah…” Taking a book into their hand, they casually glance over the pages as they flip through each one.
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--chuckles to herself. "Though it's a bit awkward, hangin' around eating your lunch when we don't even know eachother's names. So uh... The name's Linda. And you are?"
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"Ah, of course." Linda is about half way out of her seat before Levi tells her to wait. Thus, she waits... Sitting back down to give him a few moments. In this time, she just ponders the idea of what they're doing. Almost trying to talk herself out of it. But in the end,--
His eyes soften. Just a little. He isn’t ignorant to her self discredit. However she sees herself, the person underneath is a thief who refused to steal. She doesn’t get to take that choice back. A finished iron ring. What thief wouldn’t?
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--nothing can convince her that it's the wrong decision. Where did this person come from? The one inhabiting her mind. Because she sure as shit isn't the kind of person to care so much about a dead stranger! A solider no less! It doesn't matter. Maybe growth is what she--
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--needs. Perhaps her lack of growth is why she's been stagnating for so long.
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"As I said." Linda doesn't miss a beat, even despite the malicious grin. Even despite the chill that accompanied it. "Com-pen-sa-tion!" She insists, before stuffing her face with her first spoonful of soup! "Mmmmm..." Her eyes flutter shut, before she whimsically flutters her--
Their arm hangs over her head in the doorway as they hold it open for her. An amused smile lines their cheeks while she continues her rambling as she follows inside. Inside is a warm, cozy collage of paperwork and studies. Halfway like a ransack in its organization,
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--way to the nearby table, seating herself. It's taken her little to no time to make herself at home. This isn't the first unfamiliar building she's just shambled into. It's just very uncommon for the owner to be willing. "I love figuring out why titans are how they are as--
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--much as the next broad, but if you're gonna use me in experiments, you're gonna have to cough up some dough!" It's still unclear where she heard that Hange is doing human experimentation.
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“Oh! It’s… really nothing. I’m used to sleeping in places like this… It’s much colder in the tunnels my comrades used to have us in. I… don’t need anymore help…” Once again words and actions don’t line up. She’s entering Hange’s humble abode without thinking about it,—
“A-A-a..! … that ..” … ..was theirs. There’s more inside. They can’t help but smile a little, shrugging, handing over their spoon. “Ah,” a nonchalant wave. “You looked hungry.” A cool breeze flicks their locks of brown in its gentle breath. They can’t help but to shiver.
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—despite verbally denying them. “Ah! Wait… are you the human experiment person I heard about? Because I ain’t down to give my body for science unless there’s crazy compensation!” What kinds of rumors does she hear?
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“Oh? Just humans, huh?” Linda ponders on that for a moment. “Fair enough, I guess. You’re just beyond most humans I’ve ever met. A lot of them wouldn’t be so kind for literally nothing in return. Myself included. I really do respect you, maybe more than anyone else.” Of course,—
Dreams. His own paint faces in pictures a hand wouldn’t reach. His sleep is an art gallery of friends and strangers. All whose hands take to the green on his back. His eyes blink open again. Steam filters over a dreary gaze. He’s there, staying the cup in his hand.
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—how many other people would help Ivan without knowing him? How many would see the letter and ignore it? How many would’ve stolen the ring? Linda would’ve in the past. A truth that lingers in her brain. She doesn’t want to be that kind of person anymore. Finally she finishes—
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—her frantic little meal and stands up. “Well… can’t leave Ivan waiting forever.” She says softly, adjusting her jacket and looking inside at the letter she is about to play mailwoman for.
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"Bwuh...?" The drifter had drifted off the previous night. Just so happening to sleep outside Hange's place. Now she's just lurking in place, trying to get her bearings before setting off, when she's addressed once more by a stranger... She turns around to face Hange,--
Replying to @TitanFucker3000
@RodentOfParadis. Just outside. “Oooiiii! Hungry?” Their head tilts. The dish lifts in an offer.
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--her eyes narrowing for a second. "For me? Really? You sure? You don't even know me and now you're givin' me stuff for the second time..." She asks this, yet she doesn't actually abstain in any way, quite the opposite. She's taken the bowl from the stranger before they can--
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