Stand tall little soldier

As a soldier, I swore to devote my heart to the resurrection of mankind!There is no greater glory than dying for that belief! Status: Single M!A: none //Independent Armin rp blog// Mun is current in anime and manga

[oceaneyedheretic]

"You can go do what you need to do, and i’ll meet you at dinner." Armin answered with a slight shrug of a shoulder, pushing the cabin door open and grinning at the girl once more. "Ten minutes?" 

Honestly, it wasn’t as though he’d never eaten at the same table as Mina before, but it was nice to know that he had other people to talk to other than Eren and Mikasa. He adored his childhood friends, yes, but it sometimes seemed as though they were off in their little world that he sometimes felt a bit excluded from. Mina was a really nice person, and her company was definitely worth the risk of being pulled into some harebrained scheme. 

[headlesspigtails]

"Ehh," Mina pretended to consider, a slim index finger tapping at her chin before returning the grin to her friend. They were friends, right? In a sense of the word, maybe. "Ten sounds good. See you in a few minutes!"

With that, she was off, ambling towards her own cabin. There were ten minutes before she was to meet up with Armin at dinner, and she deemed it appropriate to use her time and attempt to nap. Not the best of plans with the time frame she had, granted, but it was better than going to dinner ten minutes early and sit around aimlessly until someone she knew showed up.

[oceaneyedheretic]

Honestly, he knew these buckles were going to save his life out in the field, but for training, they were a hazard, and a painful challenge for his grazed fingers. One by one, Armin undid the leather straps sighing in relief as the tight bands across his legs and thighs finally gave way to allow less restricted movement. Ruefully, he rubbed his legs, bracing one against the end of his bed to do so, and then the other. Then, once he was sure he'd retained the feeling in his limbs, Armin began to strip out of his uniform, and he pulled on his much softer, secondary clothing instead. Luckily for him he hadn't grown much since the happenings of Shiganshina, and the clothes he wore hadn't yet been outgrown. 

With ten minutes up, (or what he thought to be ten minutes anyway, because there was no clock in this room ever since Connie had broken it with his pillow that one time) he pulled his shoes on (after having briefly considered going to dinner barefoot, but frankly that was a horrible idea and he just knew that the one night he didn't wear shoes would be the one night somebody dropped a knife on his foot or something) and trotted outside. 

[oceaneyedheretic]

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"Heh, perhaps…" Armin’s soft huff of laughter was quiet in the room, and he reached out blindly to rest his hand against Eren’s back, silently feeling the rise and fall of his breath for a moment. It wasn’t uncommon for Eren to rouse himself accidentally, and Armin wanted to make sure the brunet was actually asleep before continuing. For Jean’s sake, if anything, because the blond had the distinct impression that the words shared here, in the dead of night between two sort-of-friends, were supposed to stay between the two of them. 

"But even if we hadn’t gone through everything that we have, three years is a bit of a stretch to remain simply acquaintances, right?" 

Armin was by no means a trusting person. Kind, perhaps, but not naive in the slightest, He’d seen the horrors this world could churn out, had seen the betrayal and the fragility of human morality, but Jean…. Jean had never once given him a reason to doubt him. He was a true-born leader, deceptively brave and stupidly honest. So, while Armin’s trust was something one had to earn, it was safe to say that Jean had earned it long ago. 

[invitusheroes]

   While Jean talked as though he could care less what anyone thought of him, he did have his pride and a certain ‘image’ he preferred to maintain. This side of him, walls weakened and this vulnerability was not the image he wanted anyone else to see. Only one other person before this had the chance to see his more private thoughts and that person was dead now, so it felt overwhelmingly strange and even more difficult to actually allow himself to spill these words out into the open.

   And to Arlert, no less. How was that for unexpected?

   Jean was perhaps about as trusting as a mother animal would be leaving its young with a potential threat; though the analogy might not have been flawless, it was enough to get the point across. Putting it blatantly, he did not trust people. The last time he did that, the person in question died and although he wanted to deny that he felt some kind of kinship with the blond kid, he knew within his heart of hearts it was the inevitable truth. A sigh left his lips, hazel eyes shut but there was no chance of him falling asleep just yet.

   “I guess if you wanna think of it that way, sure. You’re not as bad as some of these other guys around here,” he muttered and it was obvious by the tone of his voice who one of the less bearable people was. “I’d rather call you a friend than Jaeger.”

[oceaneyedheretic]

Armin laughed softly at that, because while he'd defend Eren with his drying breath, even he had to admit that his friend could be a lot to handle every now and then. And Jean, it seemed, was far too hotheaded himself to allow for enough rational thinking between the two of them. Honestly, Armin had no doubt that they could be very good friends if they allowed their explosive tempers to simply simmer for a while. 

"You and Eren are too alike for your own good, i think. Still, even if he won't ever say it out loud, i think that Eren considers you to be a friend as well. Not a close one, of course, but you're someone he'd trust with his back." 

[littleweirdoalien]

Armin lets him win.

And he did say that it would be impossible to play while sitting like that, but Eren insisted.

[soaring-hunter]

Eren's Dare || oceaneyedheretic + soaring-hunter

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His hands moved to grasp at Eren's shoulders, fingers digging into the taught muscle there as his teeth descended onto his lower lip. That felt.... weird, for lack of a better word, and he squirmed as he felt Eren crook a finger inside of him. Very weird. Not painful, but weird. 

"I-it's okay. It doesn't hurt. J-just, be ca-ngh!" Okay, the second finger hurt a little, and he shifted again, a pained whine escaping his lips as he turned his head to bury his nose into Eren's thick hair. He could still feel the other's mouth pressed against his neck, the hot pants of his friend's breath sending shivers down his spine. 

[oceaneyedheretic]

"Yeah, i’m gonna take the rest of my gear off." He gestured absently to the half undone buckles running down his legs, and sighed. Months into their training, and he was still taking too long to get in and out of all this damn leather. Still, he was a lot faster now than when he’d started, and he pushed himself to his feet with a grunt, pausing momentarily to get his footing, before stepping up onto the wooden porch of the cabin. Then, he paused again, turning his head to face her as his hand reached out to rest against the wooden railing.

"Uh, did you want…. to come to dinner with me? I mean- you don’t have to wait for me if you don’t want to. I totally understand."

[headlesspigtails]

"Probl’y a good idea," she remarked with a half-hearted shrug. With a moment well taken to think, she’d decided it wouldn’t be the best of ideas to offer to help. People tended to get weird over that sort of thing, and it just made things awkward. Pushing herself up on her toes, she shrugged once more and stepped lightly around on the grass, arms held out for additional balance.

"I could probably wait for you, yeah, but there’s something I might need to take care of back at the ol’ cabin. Plus, I’ll see you there, right? So unless you want to walk over together, I’ll just head on over." A bright grin. "That good?"

[oceaneyedheretic]

"You can go do what you need to do, and i'll meet you at dinner." Armin answered with a slight shrug of a shoulder, pushing the cabin door open and grinning at the girl once more. "Ten minutes?" 

Honestly, it wasn't as though he'd never eaten at the same table as Mina before, but it was nice to know that he had other people to talk to other than Eren and Mikasa. He adored his childhood friends, yes, but it sometimes seemed as though they were off in their little world that he sometimes felt a bit excluded from. Mina was a really nice person, and her company was definitely worth the risk of being pulled into some harebrained scheme. 

[soldierjeankirschtein-blog]

⚔ Collecting Firewood // oceaneyedheretic

[oceaneyedheretic]

"This is a really good log." Armin said with an approving tone, standing back and beaming with his hands on his hips. Truth be told, it would be an even better log if they could get it back to the camp, but if worse came to worse they could drop the location of the log to the next group of firewood collectors. 

"Okay, so." He brushed his hands together in preparation, before stepping forwards and bracing his palms against the mossy surface of the log. He’d have stains on his hands later, and the blond made a mental note not to brush his hands against his white pants any time soon (no matter how muddy and grass stained they already were. There was no need to add moss stains to the mess already there, after all.) 

"I think we’re good! Just- uh, roll it slowly at first, so that we can get the hang of it. If we roll it too fast, we might dislodge it because the logs are still damp."

[soldierjeankirschtein-blog]

Jean was just about to give it a hard shove with his foot until Armin quickly stopped him. Seeing that the boy had rested his hands on top of it, the taller teen groaned and nodded.

"Fine. We can do it your way.”

Armin’s way was probably a lot more thought-out than his and, although he didn’t want to admit it, his way would probably result in them going back with nothing. Stepping beside the boy, Jean leaned down so he could push at the other end. Teamwork wasn’t his strong point and he knew that, but this wouldn’t be so bad, right?

Everything started off well as the log slowly began to roll back the way they had come. However, their good luck soon ran out when they heard the loud clap of thunder overhead. A few seconds later it began to downpour with heavy rain. It was the kind of rain that soaked you completely through, leaving you chilled to the bone.

"Damn it! Why now?"

Both of them weren’t dressed for this kind of weather and it would take them a while to get back to camp. The water droplets also made the log a lot more slippery, making it difficult for them to grip on to it.

[oceaneyedheretic]

The thunderclap had startled Armin more than he cared to admit, and he'd barely turned his face skywards before the heavens decided to open up above them. A loud shriek of surprise escaped him as his hands instinctively threw themselves over his head, but there really was no use. Within seconds, he was soaked right through, and he dropped his arms in defeat as the rain dripped down his face and hair in an uncomfortable manner. 

"Well." He said, raising his voice over the pounding rain as he turned to look at the other. "At least now it can't get any worse." His darkened fringe was plastered across his face, his nose felt frozen and his limbs had begun to resemble beams of lead instead of warm flesh and blood. They were faced with a decision now: leave the firewood (not that it would be any use now, anyway) or attempt to get it back and avoid getting in trouble with Shadis. 

[coffee-is-my-poison-blog]

i ship them…sooo hard

[dibby-deactivated20220416]

armin readinG TO CONNIE ABOUT THE OUTSIDE WORLD AND CONNIE IS JUST SO INTERESTED AND BEWILDERED AND HE ASKS SO MANY QUESTIONS AND ARMINS SO HAPPY TO ANSWER

[oceaneyedheretic]

"It’s still something i’m not willing to risk. God forbid they decide that that comment was worth being beaten with pillows! I don’t want to be the person with bruises from a pillow fight!" Granted, he was covered in so many bruises already that pillow-made ones probably wouldn’t compare, (especially against the lashes from the recoil of his 3DMG, which he still winced just thinking about!) but still. 

The shadows were beginning to get long, he noticed as he glanced out across the camp. Most of the trainees had returned from their various duties and drills by now, and dinner would be ready to set on the table soon. The thought made his stomach growl, and he started, cheeks flushing light pink as he scowled down at the offending organ. 

"Uh, heh, i guess i’m pretty hungry. But dinner will be ready soon, so i think i’ll have a shower afterwards. I don’t know if i have the energy to do so right now." He grumbled, lifting both arms above his head and arching his back into a stretch. It popped once or twice in the most satisfying manner, and his lips hiked up crookedly at the feeling. 

[headlesspigtails]

Mina snickered at the gurgling of Armin’s stomach, finding it a lot funnier than she really should have. No, it was just pretty funny in a completely serious way. Reaching over, she patted the ground between the two of him comfortingly.

"If I had any food left over from lunch, I’d give it to you - assuming Sasha hadn’t found it yet! It’s like…second instinct for her, isn’t it?" Setting that aside, she rolled over, propped herself up with her arms, and stretched, relaxing after a few moments. Especially after a day of training, everything felt so wonderful when they were able to just lay down and do absolutely nothing for a few minutes.

"Do you need to go, go get ready for dinner and stuff?" She stood up and pulled her arms over her head before glancing down at Armin.

[oceaneyedheretic]

"Yeah, i'm gonna take the rest of my gear off." He gestured absently to the half undone buckles running down his legs, and sighed. Months into their training, and he was still taking too long to get in and out of all this damn leather. Still, he was a lot faster now than when he'd started, and he pushed himself to his feet with a grunt, pausing momentarily to get his footing, before stepping up onto the wooden porch of the cabin. Then, he paused again, turning his head to face her as his hand reached out to rest against the wooden railing.

"Uh, did you want.... to come to dinner with me? I mean- you don't have to wait for me if you don't want to. I totally understand."

[suzuyajuzoo]

↳ Shingeki no Last Words

[ragingtitan-blog]

A New Perspective//Open RP//Human AU

[oceaneyedheretic]

Armin didn’t go so far as to sigh in relief, although he was pleasantly surprised when the human-titan decided to follow him anyway. He nudged the horse’s sides, and it lumbered forwards obediently, although the way it tossed it’s head and chomped at it’s bit told him how much it would love to be galloping away from the looming danger on the horizon. Stubbornly, the boy tightened the reins, wrapping the leather straps around his palms and praying to any listening deity that the horse didn’t toss him any time soon. 

What was he going to do?? What was he doing?? He should be taking this titan-human- whatever it was, back to Hanji and the rest of the Survey Corps, but he was walking his horse in the opposite direction! Internally, he told himself that he was just putting some distance between himself and the actual titan, but he wasn’t entirely sure. There was no way he was acting out of compassion for the strange creature, was there?? Who knows what strange experiments Hanji would submit it to if he were to take it back? No, for now, there was no danger (other than the massive titan, of course, but that was almost normal by now) and no pressing need to herd the creature back into the confines of the Walls. 

[ragingtitan-blog]

He continued to follow loyally, not once really thinking about where they were going or where he was being lead. He just hoped it was somewhere with more food, and less mean humans and other titans. He picked up his pace a bit, going from walking behind the horse to almost right beside, looking up occasionally at the human, something he wasn’t used to. Never in his life, however long that had been, did he think he’d be looking upwards at  ahuman.

”..Huuumann..” Titan said, almost tripping over his own feet as he spoke. ”..Hoome?” That must’ve been where they were headed, to the giant, slightly scary, walls that the humans lived inside. But as far as the ‘giant’ knew, this wasn’t the way to the place where the smaller creatures lived. He was confused and wanted to know what was going on and why they weren’t just going to stay and defend his territory. Humans killed titans all the time, why was this any different?

[oceaneyedheretic]

"Hm?" Armin didn't think he'd ever become used to this creature talking, even if it's words were sluggish and barely comprehensible. He glanced up, rocking slightly with the movements of the horse as they walked along the edge of the wall. This titan-human knew that the wall was the safe haven for the humans, at least, and Armin began to wonder just how much these strange monsters really did know, or whether such intelligence really was just an anomaly. He shuddered to think that they all had some form of intelligence, and instead shook his head to dislodge such thoughts. Now was not the time to be thinking such things! 

"Uh, yes, that's the wall. We're going to stay beside it for a while..." The wall was a strange comfort, really, but Armin much preferred to stay beside it rather than venture out into the open grassland. At least here he had some sort of leverage in case of a rather unfortunate attack. 

[soaring-hunter]

Eren's Dare || oceaneyedheretic + soaring-hunter

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"W-well..." It felt as though a whole new wave of redness had washed over his face, and Armin tipped his head to the side, intently avoiding Eren's piercing eyes as he chewed on the insides of his lips nervously. "I-uh, i've never, ah, done anything like th-this before, so..." It lingered unspoken between them. He was excited to do this, yes, but he was also overcome by his nerves, and his stomach twisted sickeningly at the anticipation. He needed Eren to be careful. 

"I, just...l-let's just, uh.... i'll tell you if i need you t-to slow down." 

[peptalkrobodt]

{come down to lake pontchartrain come down to lake pontchartrain come down to lake pontchartrain come down to lake pontchartrain}

[oceaneyedheretic]

//COME DOWN TO LAKE PONTCHARTRAIN

REST YOUR SOUL AND FEED YOUR BRAIN

THAT'S WHERE YOU WILL GET TO SEE

EVERYTHING THE WATER CAN BE

[izzuki]

SOURCE

God damn my Aruani feels ;n;

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"Mm, you guessed right." Armin breathed, a soft laugh lingering in the air between them as Eren buried his face into the soft skin of his neck. Armin wasted no time in tipping his head to the side, allowing Eren access to more of the pale flesh as his hands began to thread and comb through the brunet's sweaty locks, a wide smile tugging the corners of his lips upwards. Ecstatic as he was at this sudden turn of events, (he'd come to the library to escape the insanity, after all) he was still not sated, arousal still hard and aching as he rolled his hips up to meet Eren's once again. 

His legs had long since unwound from the other's waist, so he shifted against the table, drawing one knee up and planting the sole of his boot flat against the table for leverage. Like this, grinding his hips upwards had him hissing, the new angle and the rough fabric of Eren's jeans making him shiver and catch his lower lip between his teeth. 

[oceaneyedheretic]

It took Armin’s sleep-deprived mind a moment to riddle through the words Jean was harshly whispering into the stillness of their cabin, the other’s tone having startled the blond into silent submission.It took his sleep addled brain a good few moments to realize that this was Jean’s way of being nice, and the blond sat stone still, eyes wide in the darkness and mouth partially open as though the other’s sharp tone had prompted him into preparing a quick retort of his own. 

It wasn’t often that words failed the quick-witted blond, but he found himself at a surprising loss of words to counter the sudden burst of honesty from Jean. Then, just as he’d opened his mouth to reply, Eren, shifted in the bunk beside him, grumbling beneath his breath before falling still again with a soft sigh. It had only been a moment, but it felt as though Armin had spent an eternity silently praying that his closest friend remained asleep. Though he loved and adored Eren as anyone would love and adore their family, he didn’t exactly want his childhood friend to see himself nor Jean being so vulnerable. This felt too strangely intimate, and he found himself holding his breath and keeping silent for a good few seconds after the other had stilled again. 

"…I don’t really believe in people being good and bad, but…. you’re a good friend, Jean. I know we never really spoke much, but…. you really are. And i’m glad that we’re friends." 

[invitusheroes]

It was too fucking quiet in the room and he was suddenly reminded that he and Armin were not the only two people in that cabin. Jean knew with one hundred percent certainty that should anyone else - especially Eren - hear this conversation, he would more than likely try beating the shit out of them because he didn’t want everyone to know about anything he was saying. He was generally a very private person and never gave out more than the bare minimum so it was strange even to him that he was allowing himself to talk to openly to the stupid blond brainiac a bunk away.

This was out of his usual comfort zone and it felt strange, but he didn’t really mind talking to the guy before he realized anyone else could be listening in on their conversation. The thought of such a thing made his nails dig into the thin sheet over his body, the covers bunching up slightly. He wasn’t the kind of person who wanted all of his business out there for everyone to know; didn’t want to take the risk of getting too close to people he might never see again, those people who could end up… End up getting killed. 

It wouldn’t be the first time, really. And as much as he hated to admit, it probably wouldn’t be the last either.

Jean’s face involuntarily flushed at what he detected as a very blatant compliment or sorts, being given more easily than most people could ever utter such a thing. And he was thanking whatever higher power out there - even though he didn’t believe any - for the darkness in the room because he would never live it down if Armin saw him fucking blushing. “Gettin’ all sentimental on me now, Armin,” he coughed, a bit uncertain. This was crossing the line of boundaries he set between himself and most other people and if he were being honest, the prospect of getting close to people… Kind of scared him a little. 

[oceaneyedheretic]

"Heh, perhaps..." Armin's soft huff of laughter was quiet in the room, and he reached out blindly to rest his hand against Eren's back, silently feeling the rise and fall of his breath for a moment. It wasn't uncommon for Eren to rouse himself accidentally, and Armin wanted to make sure the brunet was actually asleep before continuing. For Jean's sake, if anything, because the blond had the distinct impression that the words shared here, in the dead of night between two sort-of-friends, were supposed to stay between the two of them. 

"But even if we hadn't gone through everything that we have, three years is a bit of a stretch to remain simply acquaintances, right?" 

Armin was by no means a trusting person. Kind, perhaps, but not naive in the slightest, He'd seen the horrors this world could churn out, had seen the betrayal and the fragility of human morality, but Jean.... Jean had never once given him a reason to doubt him. He was a true-born leader, deceptively brave and stupidly honest. So, while Armin's trust was something one had to earn, it was safe to say that Jean had earned it long ago. 

[oceaneyedheretic]

It was a mental image definitely worth keeping, Armin mused silently as Mina collapsed into hysterics on the lawn. It wasn’t often that they got to have such carefree conversations after all, and Armin crossed his ankles and leaned his elbows on his knees, his own easy laughter escaping his lips. 

"Do you really think they’d do that? I mean, I don’t know. I think the group sort of has a ‘don’t hit Armin’ rule because they’re scared they’re going to break me. I don’t exactly give off a competent vibe, after all."

[headlesspigtails]

Mina could see nothing wrong with the figurative situation, especially after Armin spoke. She just wished she could be there to witness it, now! Then again, trying to see the happenings would just land her in trouble, which wouldn’t be worth it in the end. Would it? She raised her arms above her head, stretching.

"Well, maybe not! If they think something like that, then there’s even more of a reason to say it. They’re scared to hit you, so even if you say something like that, they probably won’t. Taa-daa! Scot-free."

[oceaneyedheretic]

"It's still something i'm not willing to risk. God forbid they decide that that comment was worth being beaten with pillows! I don't want to be the person with bruises from a pillow fight!" Granted, he was covered in so many bruises already that pillow-made ones probably wouldn't compare, (especially against the lashes from the recoil of his 3DMG, which he still winced just thinking about!) but still. 

The shadows were beginning to get long, he noticed as he glanced out across the camp. Most of the trainees had returned from their various duties and drills by now, and dinner would be ready to set on the table soon. The thought made his stomach growl, and he started, cheeks flushing light pink as he scowled down at the offending organ. 

"Uh, heh, i guess i'm pretty hungry. But dinner will be ready soon, so i think i'll have a shower afterwards. I don't know if i have the energy to do so right now." He grumbled, lifting both arms above his head and arching his back into a stretch. It popped once or twice in the most satisfying manner, and his lips hiked up crookedly at the feeling.