HERETIC.

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saltatxr:

          she had to admit that the young strategist’s words had caught              her off guard, the poison that the boy’s tone was dipped in had              not failed to pierce through that ebony armor she always wore              around her emotions. even though his words got to her, her               expression remained blank, simply watching him as though they              had barely gotten to her at all.

                   ❛ c’mon, did you really treasure our presence so                     much? i’m surprised you could even see us standing                        in the shadow of your two best buddies. when you                         think about it … how much did you really know us                                    before we became the t r a i t o r s. ❜

          she remained expressionless, composed where he remained           as confused and hurt as when he had begun to suspect annie to be           a threat to humanity; a titan-shifter with an allegiance outside the           corps. helplessness clouded him, threatening to BLEED into his           features.

                    ❛ you were our ALLIES, if not our friends—at least,                        we thought you were. and maybe we had not been                        as close as i am to eren or mikasa but...that didn't                        mean that i hadn't trusted you. ❜

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hereticum

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honestified:

“don’t worry, armin. i’m fine”, he said, just wanting him  to make sure that he was okay. but he wasn’t— he didn’t  sleep last night, but didn’t want to show anything of it.                      “why don’t you jus’ yer own business? not ‘cause                          i want to chase ya away, but don’t cha have                                                    anythin’ else to do?”

        it was with some difficulty that he stood his ground. armin         was not exactly the most social, however he found that there         were some in the 104th training corps who were not so bad         —jean was one of those people. and so the blond could not         help being worried.

                  ❛ i just wanted to make sure you were alright.                      you...don't seem like yourself today, that's all. ❜

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          many a time has he wondered what he may          have been like as a human. in his mind he has          created many lives, yet the truth is uncertain—          perhaps BURIED somewhere deep within him,          untouchable.

                                    if only he could forage through                                    blood & sinew to find answers,                                    find the life he’d been ripped                                    from & doomed to forget.

                                 ( or maybe it would just make it worse. )

          still, he remains aloof, while wondering if he’d          ever known how precious his life had been; if          his friends were bountiful & amusing or small          & trustworthy; if his mother’s cooking was any          good.

                                    often he blamed yato THAT for                                    the transgressions he faced; for                                    his death & all that came after.

                                    but the god of war—how fanciful                                    the title, yet look who wields it—                                    was not deserving of his ire. or,                                    at the very least, not to blame.

                     but who then should the blame be placed upon?                   where should his anger be directed? his sadness?

                                        his questions had yet to be answered.                                        a circumstance the weapon must now                                        grow ACCUSTOMED to.

                            & so, for now, let his anger be misplaced.                            let it ignite unto whoever stands in his way,                            be it yato or hiyori or some other weirdo.

                                      —————he should be allowed this much.

[vegaofthelyre]

Okay, Ophelia by Jeannine Hall Gailey.

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ARYAN COCONUT!!!!

         sweats profusely.

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( hereticum. )

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amjustice:

       ❛ titans? ❜   tone arose in a pique, as if the emotion in his words took a grasp onto his facial features and connected the two. such interest held such a hold on his face and within his voice. familiar with the unnatural, L was . . genuinely intrigued.

            a blink, then. how had he possibly not heard of the term, of one of the             MONSTERS the world had to offer? the only monster human beings had             to fear, so much so that they erected walls in the vain hope they would be             enough to protect them? still, he would humour him.

                     ❛ well, er, titans are our only natural predator. they typically                         range from five to seven meters tall, apart from the colossal                         titan. they resemble humans except...they're not. ❜

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clearcoded:

                It had been a while since…                   Clear had sat with company. Of course it seemed the most opportune moment, what with the boy sitting there alone and all. Most would make a hasty remark or shy away from such an appearance, but the boy’s curiosity was also expected. The questions weren’t anything too personal, of course, Clear was happy to reply— "My mask? Ah—” It seemed sort of.. difficult to really explain. Excuses, and overall lying, wasn’t something Clear would be at all happy about. The android was honest and truthful, each and every word to befall from lips was said with absolute accuracy and meaning. Of course he wouldn’t just suddenly blurt out his life story, but instead does he give a shrug of the shoulders. "Is there something wrong with my mask?" —Of course he wasn’t accusing the blonde of anything, but rather, it seemed easier to retort back with a question of his own. Gloved hands would clasp together, however, obvious glee shown through the robot’s tone alone. "Ah! You made this by yourself then? It was so good!"

          Thankfully, Gas Mask did not appear to be angry with him. His           tone was light-hearted enough, and that apart from body language           was all Armin could go with, as he could not see an inch of his face.           It was somewhat difficult to gauge and see whether or not he was           stepping a toe out of LINE—he did not wish to anger one of the few           people who didn't loathe him or simply ignore him.

                         Thus, the boy wrung his hands and shook his head wildly                          at Gas Mask's question. He did his best to reply without                          tripping over his tongue.

                ❛ Oh, uh, not at all! It's just...different, I guess? I haven't                    seen anyone wearing masks...except in books, I guess.                    I was—just wondering. That's all. ❜

          Gas Mask's query considering his lunch, a change in conversation,           was something he was more comfortable with. But with the question           came memories he would rather not dwell on. Nevertheless, Armin            went ahead and answered him. Quid pro quo.

                ❛ T-Thanks. Uh, I get up earlier in the morning lately so                    my mom can't make it for me. It's fun, putting everything                    together. I don't mind it much. My grandpa helps me                    sometimes, too, if he's up. ❜

                              ( ...It had been a while since he had talked this much. )

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saltatxr:

                    ❛ now, now, Armin i thought you were smart,                              you know i can’t answer that …  that would                                                     be too easy. ❜

             golden specked eyes watched the smart soldier with curiosity,              even if his face was turned away from the bronzed beauty              she could still see the pain riddled in his language. it must have              been frustrating to be one of them, to be so clueless. and though              she didn’t know all of it herself she pitied the likes of them.

                 ❛ so our time training, being part of the survey                     corps, was it a lie? did you actually care about                     any of us? about HUMANITY? ❜

           a different tactic, then. but also something he wished to know.            though ymir was frankly quite intimidating, and though they'd            never really spoke much during their five years together part            of the 104th training corps, armin had thought... well, that she            cared. she hung around krista like her taller shadow most of            the time, and he had always thought there was a sense of—            u n i t y, almost, between them all. ( had he thought wrong? )

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clearcoded:

               ”Ah~*~                  thank you very much!” The all-too-excited Clear happily leaned over to take a look at what was inside the container. The food was plain and simple, unlike what Tae-san would make. Compared to what Midorijima had in general, one would think it boring in comparison, but Clear was happy to take a pieceof the bread roll, popping the contents so quick into his mouth that the actual action performed would forever remain unseen.

"Ah— this is delicious!” Despite how plain it looked, the taste was far beyond what Clear would expect. Each bite was taken slowly to savour the taste, the now happy android nudging back the container towards the individual. "I was just curious as to how it’d taste! I must say this is really good, again, thank you very much."

         The boisterousness with which Gas Mask — his current          name, so to speak, for now — spoke and carried himself almost          made sweat break out along his brow. He watched as the other          ate a bread roll happily without even taking off his mask. This          was a mystery Armin very much wished to get to the bottom of,          not to mention theories as to what lurked behind the mask began          to plague him incessantly.

                   ❛ Th-Thanks. I, uh, have been preparing it myself                       nowadays, so... And you're welcome. ❜

         Unsure of what to do, he did not make a move for his lunch, and          instead WARRED within himself as to whether or not he should          give voice to the query at the tip of his tongue. Childish curiosity          won; with a birdlike tilt to his head, the blonde blundered ahead.

                   ❛ I, er...couldn't help notice...y-your mask? What's                       its purpose, if you don't mind me asking? ❜

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jaegeriism:

    Awe immediately washed over him       like a wave upon the shoreline. The world outside was something       he had thought briefly about, but ever since Armin showed him       this book of his, and all of the mysterious pictures of what may       be out there, it had definitely caught his interest. He was curious,       and his desire to go beyond the walls surged within him.

                             ”That’s —- amazing.”

       Eren breathed out, eyes scanning the picture of stars shining above.        His lips curved upward slightly, staring down at the page.        After all these years of looking up at the night sky, Eren never got        used to such a lovely sight. Even now, viewing it off of the page of        a book, it still amazed him. How vast the world might be, he was        eager to discover.

               ”Do you think we’ll ever be able to go out there?                 To be able to see everything that this book shows                 for ourselves.”

          At his friend's whispered elation, Armin's smile widened.           Call him petty or what say you but he found pleasure in being           able to invoke such emotions within the other by showing him           books of the outside world. Unlike the other children, Eren had           an appreciation for a world so close to them yet so impossibly           beyond their reach. Someone he could truly connect to, unlike           those who clenched their fists and made him feel far inferior           in terms of physical prowess.

                  ❛ Yeah. We're gonna go out there and REDISCOVER                      everything we had to give up because of the titans!                      Mikasa can even come with us if she wants! ❜

          Did the blond truly believe his eyes would ever lay on foreign           landscapes only heard of in the books he devoured? It was           difficult to explain. The answer was both yes and no — such           thoughts a mere daydream he yearned to become reality; so           much so he was certain he could do just that. With Eren by           his side, Armin was sure he could achieve anything.

[l0verseyes]

You get the best view from here…

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styrne:

          & with arms crossed behind his back he remained,           calm upon his face; he heard many things good of           armin,

          ” You were one behind the plan of taking Trost back? “

        The blood festering within Armin found itself facing         quite the conundrum — to rush towards the face, or away?         Gulping, the boy lowered his gaze and meekly nodded.

                ❛ I-It was a plan I kind of came up with on the spot,                    given the situation, but y-yes. There were draw-                    backs...although it was a success. ❜

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( the tactic. )

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saltatxr:

          ❛ you have no idea what’s really at play here,              do you? you have no idea why things are the              way that they are and why you somehow still              trust us, no idea why you think we are not the              real enemies —— bull’s eye, right? ❜

           brows furrowed, ire peaking at her FALSE laidback            tone. yet he only exhaled heavily, turning his head away            from her so that their eyes would not meet; he knew that            she knew the answer, thus it did not need saying———            instead he fired an inquiry of his own.

                      ❛ and i'm guessing you won't attempt                          to shed a light on what's going on? ❜

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clearcoded:

      “That looks so delicious~!          Uwah— can I try some?” It’s not really that often that Clear would ask, but honestly, his stomach is rumbling! not really. He would approach with a rather enthusiastic tone.

          A blink at the sudden voice, and cerulean eyes widen at           the sight of a...boy? in a gas mask approaching him. Intimidation           welling, Armin glances from his lunch to the boy.

                          ❛ —— U-Uh...yeah... ❜

          This is not a unusual circumstance for the blond, yet the way he           had asked — asked, not demanded — makes it obvious he's not           like the boys his age who usually corner him for LAUGHS. So he           doesn't really mind nudging the plastic container over to the other.

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Alignment Tracker.

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        Chaste ◌●◌◌◌◌◌◌◌◌ Lustful     Energetic ◌◌◌◌◌◌◌●◌◌ Lazy     Forgiving ◌◌●◌◌◌◌◌◌◌ Vengeful    Generous ◌◌◌●◌◌◌◌◌◌ Selfish        Honest ◌●◌◌◌◌◌◌◌◌ Deceitful             Just ●◌◌◌◌◌◌◌◌◌ Arbitrary       Merciful ◌◌●◌◌◌◌◌◌◌ Cruel        Modest ◌◌◌●◌◌◌◌◌◌ Proud           Pious ◌◌◌◌◌◌◌◌●◌ Worldly       Prudent ◌◌●◌◌◌◌◌◌◌ Reckless  Temperate ◌◌◌●◌◌◌◌◌◌ Indulgent      Trusting ◌●◌◌◌◌◌◌◌◌ Suspicious     Valorous ◌◌◌◌◌◌◌●◌◌ Cowardly