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tears at the beginning anger in the middle plans to succeed in the end { music is under the music note }

[bissspuren]

;how to train your jaeger || sacrificialoath

[ayyoari]

Armin smiled as the other stood up, nodding to his question. “To the forest now.” With that, the boy went and lead him through the pathways of sheep, gently moving some around. They soon made it out of the sheep pen, and that was when the shorter of the two led the other towards the forest.

The trek there was a bit long, especially with maneuvering through the townspeople and their daily activities. When they were in the forest, Armin hummed softly as he sat down upon a fallen log for a moment on the outskirts of the taller trees. “This is going to take some time, so you’re going to really need to put aside your fear of dragons for this. I’ll be here with you though, and I’ll help you, ok?” He smiled softly at the other, hoping he put some sort of drive into him to continue with this plan.

[bissspuren]

     This forest is a haven for dragons, mostly those who’ve been injured. And while Eren’s used to believing wholly in the idea that they deserve it, it’s hard not to shake the fear that some with terrible grudges against humanity won’t come out and bite their heads off. It’s hard to break his near life-long promise to kill them all when their true nature has been revealed. He wants to be difficult but can’t find it in himself to be because, well... it’s Armin.

     “I know,” he murmured, seafoam eyes sliding closed slowly and shoulders slumping slightly. “I know.” Really, he wants to get this over with. If each of them finds one, they can just... go. And maybe he can let the dragon go if they find somewhere new they want to stay.

     Dropping himself ass first onto what looks like a log, he lets out a sound of disappointment and grabs hold of his hair. Except, moments later, he’s on his side on the ground and at least five trees are hitting the ground as something pins him down and looms over him. A scream tears from his throat as he tries to hold it away from himself. “A-Armin! What the hell--”

[bissspuren]

I’ve been indulging in my anime addiction too much and not doing my replies (oops) so I’m going to try to get to that now. Sorry for the wait, everyone!

[xadenydd-deactivated20150604]

       He walks in silence, wondering about his options once the kid accepted that he had no other choice but to follow. Levi wasn’t the most manipulative apple on the tree, but he knew how to bend someone else’s will enough to make it work in his favour. On any other occasion, maybe he would even feel a little guilty about it. Only fools and desperate people allowed themselves to be manipulated, and though the boy looked a lot like a fool, he looked even more desperate. Under these conditions, and considering what he has just witnessed, how could he not take a gamble and turn the tables?

       Thumb still pressing on the logo of the key in his pocket, he started to believe that his plan had failed, just when the kid told him to wait. Obviously he still didn’t understand his position. Waiting was not a part of his schedule. He had what he came for, and now he needed to wait and be caught and go through unnecessary trouble. And because the bloody kid had been stupid enough to throw up at the crime scene, Levi would have to ask for special favours he didn’t really feel like owing, and to people he didn’t really like in the first place. But work was work, and maybe, just maybe the kid would come to be an advantage in the future.

       ”I told you, I will tell you what you need to know. I make the rules,” that had to be clear, otherwise this wouldn’t work. If he was to recruit the brat, he would have to know more about him than about any of Levi’s involvement with the Titans or the Wings. Convincing Erwin would be the true challenge. However…

       ”Jaeger, eh?” The art of concealing one’s emotions was one he had mastered long ago. Though the name was familiar - very much so - he continued walking, talking, acting as if it was the very first time he had ever listened to it. Maybe this would be much more beneficial to them than he had first thought it would be. If this Eren kid was who he thought he was, then a small coincidence had just become the leverage they had been seeking.

       ”Name’s Levi,” he offered with a small frown, his steps coming to a halt as they approached a black motorcycle. “Here’s how things are going to go. You shut up and stay that way until I say otherwise. When the time comes, you’ll get your answers.” He reached for the bike, turned it on as he climbed  it. With a sigh, he handed his helmet to Eren. “Put that on and hold on tight, kid. The clock is ticking.”

[bissspuren]

     He didn’t know what he’d expected when he’d followed this man, Levi, away from the scene of his original horror. If he’s truthful, he’s a little scared that, because he saw what happened, he’s being lead to his death. If this is the end of him, thanks to that text, Mikasa may never know. How many people would be worried for him if he never came back? Regardless of the risks, he’s choosing to grin and bear it. Though, there’s no real grinning involved here.

     This situation has simplified itself, at least. Levi’s the one with the control. He says how things go, and he has to go along with it. With an expression that bore obvious acceptance, he trailed after him until they reached a sleek bike and he had a helmet shoved in his face. He wonders -- why was his last name the first one he’d mused about? Jaeger... did he know it?

   Brows pinching together, Eren put on the helmet offered to him and climbed onto the bike, arms gliding around the smaller man’s waist. “Whatever you say. Let’s just get out of here before things get bad.” He said against his neck, unconsciously leaning too close because, alright, he’s never been on a bike like this before. He has no idea what to do and what not to do.

     His first mistake is probably going to be dangling his legs so close to the pipes.

[thearminarlert-blog]

         「 ✕✕✕ || ❖ || ✕✕✕ 」

                    His expression softens once he sees Eren’s face, clearly showing that his friend has no bad intentions. Armin actually doubts that he even realized.

                              “—I know, don’t worry about it. Can I just…have some back?”

                   Wiggles his toes. So cold.

[bissspuren]

     Socks are easy to steal. Mostly because... pretty much all of them looked the same. Rubbing the back of his head, Eren averted his gaze. “Huh? Oh, yeah. They’re in my drawer.”

[gnatnip]

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[bissspuren]

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[bissspuren]

{ fracturedmorals }

     Eren really thinks he shouldn’t be surprised about any of this. After all, when he’d found Jean during one of their training missions, he was covered in blood and looking just about as pissed as he might have been had someone spit in his dinner. Shifting to put a hand on his hip and cock his head to the side, he gave the guy a skeptical look. “Right. Do you need help then? Or can I go back to what I was doing?” Bet you’ll be happy when you’re safe behind the inner walls because you won’t get hurt anymore, huh? He stops himself from saying it. Let the guy be a lazy coward.

[thearminarlert-blog]

         「 ✕✕✕ || ❖ || ✕✕✕ 」

                   “—They are…and I don’t mind sharing but…Did you need to take all of them?” He’s not sure how he didn’t notice until now, when they’ve all disappeared. His feet are cold.

[bissspuren]

     All of them? Wait, he’d done that? Color flooded his cheeks and forced him to turn his face away just slightly to try and hide it. “--I didn’t mean to.”

[bissspuren]

;how to train your jaeger || sacrificialoath

[ayyoari]

The eyes of the blonde stayed steady to look at Eren as he thought on what to say. He knew what he was going to say though, he’d have to compromise at some point or another if he really wanted to leave. His fingers went, gently moving to his hair to soothe him like he remembered Eren use to say his mother did. Armin just wanted to try to make this choice easier on him, especially since he was facing one of his biggest enemies as well as fears. 

It felt so good to know Eren had his trust put into him for this, and he smiled a bit wider as he nodded. “I won’t make you regret doing that Eren.” With that, he slowly stood, legs half-asleep from laying underneath him for so long. He used one of the nearby sheep’s bodies to keep himself steady before helping the taller of the duo up. “We should start by going and observing the forest area near where the dragons that are unclaimed perch.”

[bissspuren]

     Fingers glide through his hair like it’s made of silk, an in an instant all tension melts from his body. Eyes sliding closed, Eren takes several slow, deep breaths and remembers that he does trust Armin. They’ve been together since they were children, and maybe what the books the other boy had read aloud to him had said were right. The dragons had attacked because it was how they defended themselves, how they fed themselves. The people of the island of Wal, like many others had raised their weapons in defense of their meager food sources and likewise so had the beasts that came. Thus, a war for food where cooperation could’ve existed.

     Taking the hands offered to him, cheeks coloring in a barely perceptible way, the brown haired boy pulled himself to a stand and dusted off his dirtied rear a little. Patting a sheep that came up beside him, he spoke softly to his friend. “Well... I hope I won’t regret it. So we’re going to the forest, then?” The forest where the untamed beasts lie. Without a weapon. What lay before them when they’d enter that place? Would they meat their deaths?

     “Should we leave now?” They should. Before he gets cold feet and becomes difficult to convince again.

[coeur-honnete-blog]

        Jean nearly fell as Eren tripped but he was lucky that his feet were standing far enough apart that he was able to use his body to support Eren until he was back on his feet. Jean wrapped Eren’s good arm around his own neck and used his left arm to wrap around Eren’s waist and pulled him close to his side and sighed a bit. “You are too acting tough. It’s fine though you aren’t that heavy so I got’cha.” Good question, why was it always Eren’s gear? It was like someone was out to get him or something…Oh.

        “Do you think anyone is tampering with it?” It could be but…who? Honestly who would have it against Eren so much that they’d try to kill him? If Eren didn’t blatantly get along with anyone it would be Jean and god, he’d never hurt the guy if he didn’t have to. Sure they fought and even threw a few punches, but tampering with his gear and possibly getting Eren killed? Never. Even Jean could admit that deep down, the guy was a friend and a comrade and, well, he offered a lot to the people around him. 

        As they moved together through the thick of the trees, Jean could hear nearby galloping getting closer and closer. Good, they’d be able to get Eren up and out of here and back to the infirmary faster. “Sounds like they’re coming. Make sure you get some rest or something, don’t be so stubborn like you usually are.” Jean even managed to smile sincerely to the other as they were being surrounded by a few fellow comrades. 

        “Eren’s been hurt, take him to the infirmary please.” 

[bissspuren]

     Jean brings up a good point as he leans on him. There’s likely someone tampering with his gear, but whoever the culprit is, they’re very good at hiding themselves. Okay, so maybe there isn’t someone doing it. There’s no way someone would’ve had a grudge against him as early as their Maneuverability training within their first week -- unless it was Jean himself.

     And as much as they don’t get along, he doesn’t think that’s the case. The real culprit may just be his bad luck. Unless someone pranked him this time... There could be a few culprits for that. Thank god this wasn’t a real mission of some sort. They both would’ve been eaten already. Breathing out slowly, he looked over to his fellow trainee and furrowed his brows.

     “I can’t think of anyone at the moment who’d do something like this.” Eren muttered, running his uninjured hand down his face in exasperation. This is stupid. How long is he going to be out of commission this time? Great. Just fantastic. He really needed this. How’s he ever going to graduate if this kind of thing puts him out for weeks? Maybe he’ll just have to learn to work with a handicap... that’s how a lot of people do it, right?

     Once the others arrive, he cocks his head back and grimaces as it pulls on sore muscles and exacerbates the pain in his broken arm. His skin feels like it’s burning. Hell, the bone feels like it’s on fire in the place where it’s broken. “Thanks. I’ll try to rest. Um.. come visit me sometime, I guess.”

     And like that he’s being pulled onto the back of a horse and taken back to the trainee camp to get medical attention.

[xevfleiaaa]

エレンとリヴァイ

[bissspuren]

;i can’t turn || levente-captain-levi

[levente-captain-levi-deactivate]

The raven has been searching for the ones close to him. He found Isabel and Farlan, but sadly…they were turned. Levi had to kill them, he couldn’t let them suffer in that body. He couldn’t have them eating people for no good god damn reason. He knew those two better than anyone, and they knew him better than anyone. They were family the way they acted together. Levi being the oldest brother, protecting his two smaller siblings. Farlan, the middle child. He’s the one that thought things through, and of course, Isabel. She was the youngest, the wild type. She had a fire in her that Levi enjoyed. She was ready for any battle thrown at her. 

For now, Levi traveled alone. He traveled light. Two knives, a gun, and a backpack full with food and other such things. A bandana wrapped around his mouth and nose. He couldn’t bare to smell the rotting dead. It was disgusting, making his stomach turn. This whole situation made his stomach turn in horrid ways. What happened? How did this happen? Brows furrowed in frustration. 

Levi walked past an old public bathroom. He noticed a few walking dead. He shrugged them off, continuing his walk. They probably found some old dead animal or something. Levi could hear his foot falls as he walked on the street, but then a scream. A scream, a defenseless animal scream. A scream meaning they had nothing to lose. Levi knew that scream himself. 

The raven darted towards the public bathroom. He grabbed his knife from his boot and stabbed it’s head. He felt a waxy hand grab his pale arm. Levi grunted, and smashed it’s head in with his elbow. The last one lunged after him. A small huff escaped his lips as he moved from it’s line of fire. The zombie fell forward in a good kicking position. Levi brought his leg up, and swung with full force. It’s head rolled off into one of the stalls.

Grey hues looked towards a young teenage boy, maybe about Isabel’s age? He cocked his head as he placed a hand on his hip. Levi pulled down his bandana and grunted. “Oi, you alright there?” his eyes scanned the boy’s body. 

[bissspuren]

     While that was quite the riveting display of power from a total stranger, he’s still cowering. He knows the turn happens fast, and he’s already been bitten. With an arm hanging at his side dripping blood, he’s hard pressed to even open his mouth in thanks. What if he sees his arm? He’s as good as dead. Yet, even still, he wants to say it. Tell him he has it, that he wants to die now before he becomes some messed up monster; but the words won’t come out.

     Sea green eyes stare in a mixture of wonder and terror at the man before him. While he’s shorter than him, that doesn’t change how scary he is. That face has the look of a man who’d put down any threat to humanity. He would too, himself, considering what happened to his mother. But, it’s frightening, because he’s just become the enemy, or so he thinks. Thirty seconds. That’s how long he estimates he has until he dies and changes over.

     Is he alright? No. Not at all. He’s shaking and there’s tears gathered in the corner of his eyes. Because his voice keeps catching in his throat despite his rapidly opening and closing mouth, Eren lifts his arm to show it to his savior. It’s too late.

     Yet, he’s certain that in the time he spent hesitating, a minute had passed. Nothing happened. He felt nauseous from the fear, but nothing had changed. “Why--” He croaked, eyes wide as his lungs contracted as if he’d been punched in the gut. “It’s been long enough... I should.. I should be one of them... I don’t know if I’m okay, sir.” He could finally speak. He’s found his words, and he’s looking to this person for answers because he’s too afraid to find his own.

     “What do I do? I haven’t turned... that’s not right. It bit me.”

[bissspuren]

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[fracturedmorals-blog]

With every kiss to my blade,                                                    I reaffirm that I am very much still a l i v e.

[fracturedmorals-blog]

⊗⇀Independent roleplay blog for Jean Kirschstein from the anime/manga Shingeki no Kyojin

⊗⇀ Mun is up to date with the manga and anime

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⊗⇀ One liners, para, multi para, and novella welcome

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[thearminarlert-blog]

         「 ✕✕✕ || ❖ || ✕✕✕ 」

                   “—Yeah, actually. I can’t find-” He turns to Eren, falling silent for a moment as his gaze immediately falls to his feet. Ah. Those look familiar.

                              “…My socks.”

[bissspuren]

     What’s Armin staring at...? Looking down, he frowns. Socks? His socks, apparently. Wait.. these don’t look like his. “... are these yours, then?”

[thearminarlert-blog]

         「 ✕✕✕ || ❖ || ✕✕✕ 」

                   “—Eren, did you do the laundry or something…?”

[bissspuren]

     “Huh, why? Are you looking for something?”