w e a k. ( SEMI-HIATUS. )

[cowardlyleader]

pssst someone -- not going to give names (it was eren) -- told me you have a horse face. e h ?

        J A E G E R  M U S T  D I E.

[fxrtissimus-blog]

          ❝      You hesitated… ❞

    Whereas, in the extent of her own abilities,  (ample limbs of bone and blood fused with iron, that reach out for something, anything, to hold on  to.) she is nothing, if not self assured. She wears  this layer of confidence with dignity and humility; as  she does the crimson scarf wrapped around her  neck…

       ❝…It’s a deal then…Let’s go.❞

     Time stands still in the Arena, but enemies are always on the move. Some are born fighters,  trained from childhood; natural killers robbed of compassion. Others are just kids trying to stay alive (even so, most are dead upon arrival…). The ones who survive are the ones who willingly cast aside all that make them human- those are. the CAREERS. Like wolves, they hunt in packs, and target the w e a k. Like vipers, they are cunning and ruthless in their means. Like the mantis, they will not hesitate in devouring their own.  

                                            they will not survive her… not this time…

She inhales, the artificial air filling her lungs. (it tastes of pine and smoke…)The raven haired tribute looks to her companion. Now was the hour for any final doubts to be expressed.

        ❝If you have anything to say, say            it now… If not… I’m going in.❞

[cowardlyleader]

       What was this 'speak now or forever hold your peace'            shit? He knew she couldn't be talking about his feelings, but            those were the only thing to come to mind at her words. His            heart told him to let it out-- to tell her how crushed he'll be if            she gets killed because of his plan-- but his mind is there to             remind him just how stupid that would be ( although there            were sponsors that would eat that up ). He swallows thickly            and watches her for a moment, eyes flicking over her face.

                     He thinks that the audience can tell how he feels anyway.

                                 "--I'll see you once we get through this."

            Jean doesn't say 'if'. 'If' makes it feel like they're not going                to make it out of this, and he can't stand that feeling. Just               the thought of losing her to the careers makes him feel ill,               and he has to force the thought to the back of his mind to                steady his hands. He has to be able to get through this for               her. His arrow can't miss, or they're going to be fucked...

                                  "Just promise me you'll make it out, and I'm ready."

                                           Even if he doesn't make it out, she has to.

[catafractatus-blog]

                           ╔                                                     ╗

                                ωση∂єя αѕ ℓσυ∂ αѕ тнυη∂єя     

                           ╚                                                      ╝

[catafractatus-blog]

                                                [ Independent Eren Jaeger. ]

[catafractatus-blog]

"I'm the armored titan."

                                           I.   II.   III.   IV.   V.

"Have I really gone mad or something?"

[cowardlyleader]

pennasinfide

       He's never known what to do when he finds people           crying. It's been a flaw of his for ages. It's been years           since the death of his father, and every time he found           his mother crying, he couldn't make himself cross the           room to comfort her. Now is no different. Marco is the           one who always seems so strong-- the one they call a           leader, for all intents and purposes. It makes sense to           find out that he's been holding all of his problems in--            why else would he be crying alone like this? Even still,           knowing what's happening doesn't make it any easier           to approach him. He knows that Marco needs a little           comfort ( especially since he gives it to everyone else ),           but he wishes someone else had found him-- maybe            someone who was actually good at this kind of thing...

                       Slowly, Jean steps forward, placing himself next to                         Marco and staring at the ground beneath his feet. 

                                            "--You... uh, you alright?"

[onemanbrigade-deactivated201501]

    This again. Something like the weight of guilt, or a burden being placed on his shoulders; guilt for slowing them down, burden for his own self. Levi doesn’t hesitate nodding to Jean’s question, though he wonders if he himself can use his gear. The only way to find out in combat. And that may be one second too slow. Jean knows this, and it’s one of the reasons not only Jean’s friends, but Levi believes Jean is a capable leader. He gets things, he knows how to act and to think without jumbling them both up. Again, he rolls his ankle. Again, he huffs.

    “I can do it. If I fall, I fall, I’ll take your help if I need it. I think your marks are good enough to at least take care of that. I hate repeating myself, but we’re falling behind. If something happens, we’ll handle it when we get there. Just focus on the going rather than the now till something goes down.”

[cowardlyleader]

      Jean has to force his rage down as he grabs for his           blades, and he turns his back on Levi. If he wants to be           stubborn, then Jean will have to let him, but he only has          hope that Levi can carry himself without getting devoured          by titans before they can manage to catch up to the others.

                                        "--Fine. Let's go, then."

              The soldier waits for the corporal to go first so that he can                 keep an eye on him, but he doesn't trail very far behind at                 all once they get moving. He's on full alert, watching for a                titan from the corners of his eyes while keeping his gaze                 locked on Levi as best as he can. He won't let him die...

[tatakainuku-blog-blog]

      The first thing she comes back to is the telltale sound of Jean yelling and challenging someone to a fight before she even entered the mess hall. Had to wonder if this was Eren’s doing again or if something else was getting her squadmate angered. Either way, unimpressed look on her face as she entered and glanced at him.

[cowardlyleader]

        He's going to kill him. Really and truly, he thinks of             ripping Eren Jaeger's head off just in time to see Mikasa             walking through the door, and that's the only thing that             stops him from being more violent than he needs to be.

                       "--Fuck it," he snaps, and he turns on his heel to leave                          the room, his elbow brushing gently against Mikasa's.

[fxrtissimus-blog]

The warmth of the other’s body inadvertently causes a shift in posture. She scoots closer, bridging what is left of the gap which divides them. Something  of a sigh passes between her lips.  While neither may be exceptionally adept at translating thought into speech, this wordless moment will do; bringing the flurry of grim thinking to a standstill, and offering temporary SOLACE.

           ❝    Thank you, Jean…❞

[cowardlyleader]

       "I wish I could do more..."

                  It's all he wishes for. If bringing Eren back into her                     life will lift this gloom from her features, Jean thinks                    it will be worth it. Now is when he takes his chance,                    heart beating frantically within the confines of his                     rib cage as he places the most gentle of kisses into                    her soft black hair. He turns his head to the side as                    a way of pulling back, hoping not to make it far too                    obvious. Maybe if she doesn't notice, she won't be                    too worried about whacking him in the head for it...

[evolchitsa-blog]

A swift roll of her eyes before she lets out a sharp breath. What was it about these abominations that made them so self-confident? One would imagine sudden, inexplicable weakness to sunlight and silver would humble a person. Maybe they got drunk on their own power; suddenly prey becomes predator and the world shifts on its axis. Annie’s seen enough of them for any trace of sympathy to vanish once she’s got one in her sights.

            ❝ —You think you’re hurting my feelings?            I guess all vampires can’t be sharp.❞

[cowardlyleader]

     "I know I'm hurting your feelings. It's not          like a jab at your personality doesn't sting          a little bit. I know-- I've received enough          of them to know that no matter how much           you wanna pretend they don't hurt, they do." 

                  Why he's telling the truth, he's not sure. Maybe he                     just thinks it's the best way to drive in his point-- to                     show her that she's not made of stone the way she                    thinks she is. In a flash he's gone, standing behind                    her without making a sound. A grin crosses his lips,

                                          "--Tag, you're it."

             A tap to her shoulder and he's gone again.

[cowardlyleader]

So I was making icons and I've learned that Isayama's way of showing that things are intense is hORIZONTAL LINES ACROSS THE BACKGROUND.

ft. Reiner.

[kirsteiniism-archive-blog]

          "I’m quakin’ in my boots.” He sighs, before               digging his hand into his jean pocket to pull out               a severely crumpled dollar bill, and strides to               the jar just to roughly shove it through the tiny                opening.               Jean, you could say, is rather an opposite of his               female counterpart. Jean is an excessive smoker,               and has been since the age of fifteen — his parents               paid no attention to what he did in his spare time,               as long as his grades didn’t slip because of these                ( little ) habits.                "You quite finished, now? Jeez, you can be such               a bitch —— don’ know why you’re so obsesed with               me puttin’ money in. You ain’ never gonna see it.”               Ah —— he’s back to his old self, grinning mockingly at her.

[cowardlyleader]

     "You really get on my nerves, you know that?           I'm amazed that you can be so obnoxious when           you know good and well that there's no way you           can win against me. At anything, for that matter."

                 Jean crosses her legs and leans back in her seat, a sigh                   leaving her lips as she looks at her nails. The urge to go                   for a smoke is strong, but she thinks that if she asks for                   one of his, he's only going to make some smart-assed                   comment about how she doesn't smoke anymore. Still,                   the thought sticks in her mind, and instead of asking she                   leans forward quickly, snatching the pack from his shirt                   pocket. Then she stands, taking a few quick steps away                    from him-- just far enough to get one out and light it                    before Jean can come to snatch them away from her.

[selfish-in-excess]

cowardlyleader

Her measure of distaste over the invitation was not reserved. In such a manner that the person inviting her, Connie, began an invasive verbal protest over her response with a horrifying lack of reservation for the space they were in. Namely, the mechanical shop she was spending most of her time working in. Potential customers discreetly edged themselves back out of the door at the very scene of aggressive, over-blown hand gestures that were truly not meant with aggression in the first place. Why can’t you take a night out, don’t make me show up alone, you won’t have to do much–-

The torrential downpour of assertions and excuses pressed at the confines of the brunette’s own taut apprehension until the springs she was trying to cram into place meticulously on the engine rotors threatened to cramp and come apart over shaken hands. Her onslaught of overtime stemmed from a desire to escape a grueling circular routine that could drive free minds mad, and it seemed contradictory towards her desire to escape routine when she repeatedly attempted to decline. Persistence eventually won over.

When she trailed along behind Connie, she did so sourly. It was universally acknowledged that people went to bars to drink and leave with a relative intoxication, but she was accomplishing the precise opposite. Isolated at the lengthy counter, she ordered a virgin, running her finger along the rim of the glass rather than even making it money’s worth, knowing well she would be expected to drive back. Good job being responsible, Ymir. But even such failed to hold her attention for long, for as soon as a relatively familiar face snagged her peripheral vision, she was leaning back and craning her neck to catch a better view, scanning around the crowd that, in itself, held familiar faces she had already identified. When the person made another appearance, she identified him with a low utterance of profanity, and a none-too-tasteful expression pulling at her.

[cowardlyleader]

       He was drunk, but even so Jean hadn't managed to           get a word in to Mikasa ( who was only here because of           Eren ). Instead, he managed to laugh and have a good            enough time with Marco and Thomas, but his eyes did           drift in her direction any chance they got. If anyone were           to ask, he would say that he was drinking in an attempt           to relax, but the real reason was to gain the courage to           talk to the girl he was head over heels for. Jean was a           hopeless fool in love, and he couldn't even bring himself           to tell her for fear of being r e j e c t e d. Again, his eyes            wandered to Mikasa, but this time he caught sight of Ymir           from the corner of his eye. A tilt of his head signaled that           he'd noticed her, and he stood on the end of his bar stool,           waving his long arms in the air for her to come over there.

                                    "Ymir!! Ay!!! C'mere, would ya?!"

[cowardlyleader]

Okay, I am making myself write some drafts, but I will warn that right now I'm pretty sick, so I'm going to be queueing replies to post a lot more slowly than I normally post them so that hopefully I can get some work on Reiner done today and tomorrow too. I'm sorry I've been taking so long.

[fxrtissimus-blog]

        She wants him back… More than anything, she wants him back, safe and sound. (butwhen has it ever been in the nature of the world to cater to one’s self-interests?) The fear, cloaked beneath an inscrutable countenance, manifests itself in her thoughts (smoky tendrils which threaten to suffocate her). It is with an acute awareness that Jean is able to pick up on those thoughts… 

           ❝      I know…❞

 inhale…

                                           exhale…

[cowardlyleader]

         He thinks how much he'd like to place a              gentle kiss atop her head, but he decides              to hold back on that, simply rubbing along              her arm in an effort to comfort her. There              isn't much he can do-- he knows that-- but              he doesn't leave her side, and he squeezes              her very lightly against his side. The most              he can do is hold her until she no longer               needs the comfort... His words might not              mean much to her, he thinks, but he still              makes the effort to take her mind off of it...

                            "Besides-- they'll get tired of him. I know if I was                               the one to kidnap him, I would just send him back."

                    Maybe he could have chosen better words.

[cowardlyleader]

fxrtissimus:

Ears are the first of the senses that pick up on Jean’s sudden presence. Mikasa notes just how gentle the other’s footsteps are… However, in the dead of night, when all life seems to retreat (there is an inkling of envy that she has nowhere to retreat herself…) and even the  faint chirping of crickets is at a standstill, there is nothing to mute the boy’s advance, as he takes his position beside her and shifts closer…

        ❝    Jean…❞

       His name comes out as more of a hushed sigh  that passes between wind blown lips. She does not   shy away from the sudden contact. Rather, she finds  solace in it…  warmth…

      The nerves eat away at him as he waits           for a fist to the jaw or an elbow to his rib cage           and when he doesn't receive either, Jean is           filled with worry. She really is as upset as she           looks... Eren's gone again, and just the way             that her eyes stay downcast was enough for           Jean to think she might appreciate a little bit           of c o m f o r t... Slowly, he tightens his hold           on her, resting his jaw very lightly in her hair. 

                               "--He's gonna make it out, you know...                                  Of whatever it is. Eren's got too much                                 determination to go down that easily."

[cowardlyleader]

So I was gonna do drafts, and then it occurred to me that I wanted to make some of my own Jean icons before I did that, so I might be MIA again. I'm sorry for the delay, guys-- making nice icons for Reiner and Ren made me want to make them for Jean ( despite how dumb he looks in the manga ).