SadisticWolfe

     You lived a seemingly simple life for the most part. You were a young author who had dropped out of your Freshman year of college two years ago with no regrets yet. Six novels down, four being bestsellers, and you were about a third of the way through your seventh one. You had time, money, friends, and a wonderful cat.     But something felt...off...     Often you felt put off around other people. Most of these times involving your friends and those you saw frequently. A great example is your group of friends who attended the college you dropped out of.     Sometimes one random glance at Eren would spark images of a giant with blazing

Obviously this is not the first, hence The Sequel being in the title. PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, read Titan Talk before reading this! It will give you a better sense of things mentioned and little inside things! I hope everyone enjoys this as much as they did Titan Talk!     “Welcome AOT fans across the many lands! Thank you for joining us for the midseason finale of Attack on Titan! I am your host, Marco Bott, and you are now watching Titan Talk!” The crowd erupted into obnoxious cheers. I stopped just behind the curtains to bend forward, hands on knees, and catch my breath.     Much like the hit show The Walking Dead, which had

     Looking out on the stage before me, I wrung my hands together nervously. Much like The Walking Dead, Attack on Titan had become popular enough to warrant it’s own talk show after the new episode premiered. The host of the show took center stage as the lights illuminated the furniture adorned set. Off to the side I noticed a large piece of the wall covered by a thick cloth-like material.     That cloth meant that a new character had reached 10,000 likes, followers, and fans and their picture would be on this set to show that accomplishment. Maybe it would be Erwin or Hanji since this particular picture would be

Who The Fuck Is Santa? (Levi x Reader) “Chop chop mutha fuckas it’s clean up time.” I sighed as I looked over to the less then cheery Corporal Rivaille. It was the holiday season and most of the cadets would have loved a little break to celebrate their respected holidays. But no. I sighed and looked over to everyone else, they were working on setting up decorations. Today was Christmas eve; I giggled slightly watching as Jean fought with Eren over who got to put the star on the tall evergreen. “Cadet (l/n)? I said to get cleaning, what are you doing?” I looked over to the ever so elusive Rivaille before tryi

❄❄❄ warning for language The ground piled high with snow as a young 12 year old girl named (name) made her way to her study table, with a cup of hot cocoa in hand. Finally as she sits down at her desk and taking a sip of her hot chocolate, she takes out a piece of paper and begins to write as such. "Dear Santa,     You are a punk ass bitch, you did not give me my Yu-gi-oh trading card called the "Blue Eyes White Dragon." I hope you have security with you cause your elves will be  obliterated from the face of the earth."                       &