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I am in love with Floch Forester. His gorgeous jawline, perfect Yeagerist eyes and. OH THAT ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ HAIR. The concept of him defending his country brings nothing but excitement to my lower regions. Standing on the rooftops against the odds, sliding and screaming his way to free his nation... mhmmmmm My King. I wish he could reward me with his seed. I want to stand by his side whilst we defend Eldia from invaders and traitors alike. To grab Armin by the head and press my thumbs into his eyes whilst Floch pats my head in approval. Watching the blood seep out of his sockets until The Mong's voice cracks and breaks. Before Mikasa would ever butcher me, The King would lodge a Thunderspear into her mouth and push her into The Mong, grabbing me by the waist and zipping away from the explosion. We would Climb atop the ribcage itself to mercilessly beat Cuckren till he had fully become "The Sleeping Titan".
For he is who I kneel to.