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Levi can certainly R E L A T E .

❝ — You’d think they’d teach them not to do that shit back in training. ❞

alfredlangnar

"--You'd think that, but you'd be wrong."

He's mesmerized by the stupidity.

#heichx #( v: i've found something. )#(( i'm ))

stay clear from the eggnog. i think someone spiked it.... just... advice from a friend

“Spiked it?! That’s r i d i c u l o u s! Who would do such a thing? It’s just… extra delicious is all.”

#( letters from war. )#(( alfred put down the eggnog ))#jollierthanallofyou

♚ happy thoughts

( meme. )

♚ - a memory of something paranormal.

He'd never met them before. He thought it odd, to see soldiers that he's not yet come across. At the time, he'd thought perhaps they were new recruits, and he'd given them a smile. He knew now that he'd been wrong. Never once had he seen them again. Their meeting had been brief, and no words had been exchanged between them. The only interaction had been a salute from each of them, which Alfred had returned with a nod of his head.

Sometimes, he caught himself thinking of them-- one boy with sandy colored hair, not much shorter than himself, and a girl with red pigtails and a wide, eager grin. Alfred hadn't ever brought it up to anyone, but in his own way, he kept them close to his heart. They were soldiers, like he was, even if he couldn't explain how he'd seen them. He hoped they were at ease.

#immitxs #( letters from war. )#(( ; u ; ))#(( none of these are written very well #but i think i like them in terms of content #forgive my sick brain ))

alfredlangnar

( open. )

He’s not sure he’s ever been so U N I M P R E S S E D.

#( open. )#(( whistles innocently ))

( open. )

He's not sure he's ever been so U N I M P R E S S E D.

#( open. )#(( remember that for now at least this account is only for mututals fdfkldmas ))#(( i wanted to write something short bc sick ))#( v: ??? )

❥

( meme. )

❥ - a childhood memory.

It was the first time he was old enough to understand. For years, he’d seen the Survey Corps return from outside the walls, and for years he’d never really understood the severity of their expeditions. Hazel eyes locked onto the h o r r o r that trudged back into the walls, and GUILT gripped him. He’d seen blood before ( bumped heads, stubbed toes— all accidents ), but he’d never seen so much of it. He’d never noticed that they come back stained R E D. Some of them are missing parts— an arm, a leg— and others look like they’ve lost something else all together. He understands now how much they risk to fight— how much they risk to keep him and his family safe. Those within the walls shouldn’t scold the Survey Corps, they should thank them.

He was struck to the bone with fear of what was beyond the walls, and it pained him to think that these men and women go out there to fight and come back in only to hear hatred thrown at them. The accusations that they were useless left Alfred angry. How could they say that? How could they look at these people who put their lives on the line to fight the titans and tell them they were awful?

This was the day he decided to join the Survey Corps. He knew if he could join, he could help them.

#farlxn #( letters from war. )#(( ; u ; ))

↕

( meme. )

↕ - a memory that may or may not have happened.

It’s his first expedition. This is why he doesn’t remember if it’s real or not— so much happened so quickly ( so many lives were l o s t ) that he’s not sure what’s real and what his mind’s created in the form of nightmares. He’s kept these memories to himself, not wanting to seem as if the experience was one that he couldn’t handle. There were those, he thought, that could remember everything in perfect detail, and those who had it all go by in a b l u r. He only wished he could remember if those in his nightmares were real people or not. They were all so k i n d.

The one that comes back to him the most is a girl one year older than himself. Terrified, she’d been, of what was going to happen to her, and yet she joined the Corps anyway. When he’d found her, she only had a few minutes left. Her legs were gone, surely deep within the belly of a titan, and her skin was white as snow.

All she’d wanted before she died was a kiss. Her first kiss.

She was a romantic— something he’d never really put much of his own thought into— and as he listened to her story, he felt a wave of sympathy rush over him. She’d wanted to grow old— to have a husband, and children. She wasn’t strong enough to get into the Military Police, and she’d always had a distaste for the soldiers in the Garrison. The rest of her story is a blur ( she’d spoken so quietly, after all ), but whatever her words had been, they’d been enough to gain a reaction from the boy whose only goal in life had been to join the Survey Corps and protect Ilse.

One kiss couldn’t hurt, right? She wasn’t going to make it— they both knew it. This would not spark anything that they wouldn’t be able to control because nature was going to control it for them. So, with quivering lips, the boy leaned down and gave the girl her first and last kiss. He felt her last breath against his skin, and a sob caught in his throat.

He didn’t have time to gather himself before a titan arrived.

#( letters from war. )#(( this probably seems so cheesy #but at the same time???#i feel like it could either be a dream or something that actually happened #they're young so--#it's likely that love could have been on her mind ))#(( if this is stupid i'm going to pull the i have the flu card ))#mankindsstrongest

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Memory Meme

Past experiences help shape who we are currently, how we see the world. Send in a symbol and I’ll write a drabble of one of my muse’s memories.

—

❥ - a childhood memory

♣ - a fading memory

✂ - a vivid memory

✖ - a repressed memory

>✈ - an eye-opening memory

✤ - a memory that involves romance/love

☤ - a memory of death/loss

✍ - a memory of their mother

☽ - a memory of their father

♘ - a memory of their sibling(s)

✌ - a memory of a relative

↕ - a memory that may or may not have happened

♚ - a memory of something paranormal

♬ - a friend/best friend memory

#( meme. )#(( i love this meme ))

❝Ilse I've found something. It's important. I've found something.

It will change things.❞

I. II. III. IV. V.

written by charles.

#snk rp #aot rp #shingeki no kyojin rp #snk oc #self promo #self promo for ts

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700+ FOLLOWERS. FOLLOW FOREVER/BIAS LIST.

So, for me, this is big news! I never expected to get so far with this one character, and I’m so glad to have stuck around long enough to see him flower. 700.. wow. I’m still in shock, but I can’t quite recall the last time I felt so happy with something that I wanted to thank everyone for it. I feel overjoyed to be writing with such amazing people, and I can only hope to keep writing with them in the near, or distant future!

TO KICK-START THE CEREMONY:

The squad: These people have simply made my time here so much better; there’s nothing on this planet I wouldn’t do to make them happy!

ghostiism/fujiisakis: There’s a lot I could say about Sam, but I’ll keep it short. The thing about Sam is that he always knows how to make me smile, and I sound like a giant nerd, but I’m more or less inclined to say that I’m glad I plucked up the courage to ask him out. Sam’s a really great person; I’m a very lucky girl. Suffice to say, I’d be a bit lost without him. renouveleefoi/streetrxts: Tori, Tori, Tori. I don’t know where to begin with them, really. They’ve done so much for me in the time that we’ve been friends, and I’m really happy that they exist. Really, they’ll kill me if I don’t say it, but I really think that they’re one of my best friends, and I don’t know where I’d be without them. jaegerbell: Beth. Beth’s an asshole, but she’s the other half of my otp, and she’s my Eren. I swear to God if I ever get the chance to meet her, I will just just hug her and never let go. Ever. I trust her with so much and I know I can tell her anything and she’ll either be supportive, or give me some great advice. Overall, she’s the biggest dork I’ve ever met, but also one of the greatest things to happen to me. I’d never want to give that up. ◊ finem-ludum/princexfheart ◊ capxre ◊ levitheangryelfman ◊ jollierthanallofyou ◊ hangxzoe ◊ heishich0u ◊ alfredlangnar ◊ ferend ◊ visceribusferrum ◊

PEOPLE I LOVE AND STALK FROM A GENTLE DISTANCE:

bossard & amicavenia & reprehendit & caedxs & caelas & ruhigenein & leonimum & laceraalas & cleocentricism & teacupsandtitans & rebornica & requiatum & hangexzoe & kartxffel & karcharxas & littlest-titan-killer & sterngazes & icetivity & venatorx & virtuxus & levibells & letsgetcrextive & aercis & evolchitsa & enveigle & executionism & regretnumberone & lovkyne & ohiraeth & drinkyourfuckingmilk & reunionwillcome & contegobellator & concluded.

#( love charles. )#( save. )#(( it's my first follow forever thing on this blog ; u ; ))

langnxr-blog

Ilse has spent all her life as an open book. It hasn’t always been for the best — her wants and opinions often don’t sit right with others, and her bluntness tends to earn her more enemies than friends — but it’s always been who she is. Open. Honest.

Not now.

The instant Alfred walks through the door, Ilse lowers her head, tightening her posture and stepping back, as though trying to make herself as small as possible, perhaps even disappear altogether. But of course she can’t, and he sees her, and he speaks to her. Just the sound of his voice sends tension through every stiffened joint in her body. A part of her reacts, ready to rush forward and lock him in her arms, as if muscle memory is stronger than the hurt she feels over being abandoned.

❝ You don’t, no. ❞

She refuses to look at him. He’ll either look impossibly different, or he’ll look exactly the same. She cannot stomach either option.

alfredlangnar

Of course he doesn't. There's nothing quite like a b e t r a y a l to put a damper on a relationship. He always insisted that wasn't what it'd been-- that it hadn't been an intentional failure-- but she'd always seen through him. She was clever, and no amount of spoiled innocence could keep her from hurting because her brother left her. He'd promised, and she knew he was good enough to make it into the top ten. He knew it, too. But she didn't understand-- he'd had to join the Survey Corps. There was no other option for him.

At least I'm not dead, he thinks, but he doesn't dare say it. There's no way he can guilt trip her-- no way he can use a line to manipulate her into hugging him. He doesn't want a show of affection because he's pulled it out of her-- he just wants one because she wants to give it to him. And that's just not the case, is it? He should have known. 73 letters, all left unanswered. She was so F U R I O U S with him.

He doesn't know what to say to her. After writing to her for so long and telling her everything about his day, it seems he finally has no more words to spare her. After all-- she's got no interest in hearing them, right? He's a traitor to her.

"--In that case, I'll help mom with dinner."

#langnxr #( v: i've found something. )#(( oh this #isn't good ))

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alfredlangnar

❝ Just wait until I’m as tall as you are. I’ll be able to outrun you for sure. ❞

They hadn’t been racing — or rather, Ilse hadn’t told Alfred they were racing. She had seen him jogging towards home and had sprinted full tilt all the way to their front door, planning to use the element of surprise to cheat surpass him. Despite her clever method, she had still arrived second. She tries not to let him see how out of breath she is.

alfredlangnar

"You think so, huh?"

Alfred doesn't hide his panting. It's not a very heavy intake of breath, but it is a sign that he had to exert some energy to beat her. A sign that, perhaps she could have beaten him, too. It's not likely, but he thinks that the sound might leave her with a bit of warmth in her chest, so it isn't one that he bothers to hide. Alfred even makes a point to wipe the sweat from his brow.

"--Can't wait to see that."

#langnxr #( v: spoiled youth. )#(( shrugs at the verse title ))

arminbells

His eyes are locked on the boy from the 104th trainee squad, and his gaze is soft. Never has he seen a soldier quite like him come through. He's brilliant, but that's not what's got Alfred interested. What intrigues him is his reasoning for being in the military. He's small-- frail, even-- and it seems that their training had only gotten him so much more muscle. His mind could be of use to humanity anywhere, so why was he here?

"--Can I ask why you joined?"

#solleris #( v: i've found something. )#(( tbh i #am still working on this muse #so i'm sorry if he seems odd???#also thank you for being interested in him fdlksml ))

hohohopeforhumanity

"--How did you find out?"

He could only imagine what it must feel like to discover an ability like Eren's with no knowledge of what it was or how he'd managed to do it. He had seen a titan shifter once before-- he'd been the one to make the discovery and give word to the Commander of the Survey Corps at the time-- and he still didn't quite know what to make of it. They had no information beyond the fact that a percentage of the population could, in fact, turn into titans. The history behind it was a mystery.

Others thought that Eren knew something, but Alfred could see in his eyes that he didn't know any more than they did. He was thrust into this, and they were lucky he'd chosen to be on their side. Alfred knew this day would come for them...

#ehrgeiiz #( v: i've found something. )#(( i have this thing where i think alfred would really like eren #bc he's the first titan shifter to be on their side #and he's always known they could help humanity #and i think he's been a little sad to know that none of them had done so yet #and then eren comes along #and makes his discovery worth something ))#(( aLSO THANK YOU FOR YOUR INTEREST IN HIM FNKSLMLF ))

alfredlangnar

I’m not sure yet how I want to do things with this account, so maybe like this for a starter and we’ll see how that goes?

#( love charles. )#(( gently reblogs this again ))

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meet the muse;

alfredlangnar

NAME: Alfred Langnar.

ALIAS[ES]: N/A.

GENDER | SPECIES: Male | Human

PLACE OF BIRTH: Unknown.

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English (or the SnK equivalent)

OCCUPATION: Survey Corps Soldier ( Squad Leader in the verse where he lives ).

DRINK | SMOKE | DRUGS: No | No | No

LIKE[S]: Ilse, reading, writing, training.

DISLIKE[S]: Titans, death... He's pretty easy to please, tbh.

FEAR[S]: Harm coming to his family, death ( he has come to terms with it, but it is Ilse's response to his death that he worries most about-- ), titans breaking through all of the walls and wiping out humanity.

PERSONALITY TRAITS: Charming, kind, level-headed, clever, hard-headed.

DISORDERS?: N/A.

{ P H Y S I C A L I N F O R M A T I O N }

HAIR COLOR: Light brown.

EYE COLOR: Hazel.

HEIGHT: 5’11".

TATTOOS: None.

PIERCINGS: None.

{ F A M I L Y I N F O R M A T I O N }

SIBLING[S]: Ilse Langnar.

PARENT[S]: Merchants. ( I don't know their names oops. )

CHILDREN: None.

PET[S]: None.

{ R E L A T I O N S H I P I N F O R M A T I O N }

SEXUAL PREFERENCE: He's definitely more interested in women than men, but he is open to new experiences, I think. I don't think he would reject the thought of being with someone just because he's a man, if things turn in favor of that. I'm not entirely sure yet.

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single ( aND READY TO MINGLE AM I RIGHT ).

#( love charles. )#( headcanon. )

mr-sam-claflin

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#( charming soldier. )#(( okay but if we ignore the fact that he's being felt up #he's kind of my ideal for alfred #blonde and clean shaven and charming #wow what a good ))

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