"We're not the good guys anymore."

Armin Arlert. 15. Member of the 104th Trainee Squad and the Scouting Legion ((independent Armin Arlert rp blog))

[scienceandtitans-blog]

✚ for a drunk text!

[tacticianarlert]

The moment the door was opened, Armin pushed into the room, honestly not knowing whether to expect fire or not.

"What’s wrong?? Where’s the emergency??"

[scienceandtitans-blog]

Hanji was sprawled out across the floor, gripping her left foot and screaming bloody murder.

"ARMIN ARMIN IT’S BUUUURNNNNINNNGGGG!"

[tacticianarlert]

"What did you do!?" Or should there be different questions to ask? He wasn't entirely sure, but as far as he could see, there was no fire. Was Hanji hallucinating? Was her mind simply so overworked and tired that she was imagining things?? Or had she actually injured herself to the point that she'd deemed it necessary to bring him here at 3am?? 

[potato--warrior]

Open RP

"Happy birthday to me!"

[tacticianarlert]

"It's your birthday? Ah, if i'd known i would have gotten you something..."

[holly-jolly-quesadilla-feet-dea]

SNK chapters are like periods We wait in dread for an entire month And then there’s blood everywhere and the fandom basically just freaks out for about a week And then the cycle repeats

[tacticianarlert]

Gently, Armin began plucking the larger pieces of glass out of Marco’s split knuckles, setting the bloodied shards down onto the lid of the first aid kit. With any luck, they’d remove the larger pieces and the rest would wash away once they ran Marco’s hand under a cold tap. And, in the silence that followed, Armin’s curiosity got the better of him. 

He glanced up through his fringe, hand pausing momentarily before setting the next shard of glass down on the lid. 

"So, am i allowed to ask what the mirror did to deserve such treatment? Or would you rather that stay between the two of you?" 

[clippedwingsoffreedom]

Marco bit down on his lip a little as Armin picked the larger pieces of glass out from his knuckles, the process stinging about as much as he expected. Otherwise, he made no movements, not wanting to mess his friend’s focus up by cringing or recoiling for whatever reason.

When Armin finally asked about what had happened, Marco fought the urge to shrug. “I, uh, overreacted a little, I guess,” he admittedly, looking a little sheepish. “Just had a bad dream, was all, and I took it out on the first breakable thing I saw.” It was, partially, understandable. Marco had a feeling that most of them had nightmares every once in a while. The surprising part — to Marco, at least — was that he’d reacted in that way. Marco, who was usually quite calm, had caused that damage; and the worst part was that Marco couldn’t even recall too much of the dream.

[tacticianarlert]

"Oh." Though it was only a simple utterance, there was no hint of 'is that all' tacked onto the end. Armin knew as well as any how debilitating a nightmare could be. Gently, he plucked the last protruding shard of glass from Marco's knuckles and set it down, carefully raising the other's bloodied hand up to get a better view in case he'd missed any. 

"Are you alright, though?" Though he held his friend's bloody hand between his own, it was obvious that the blond wasn't referring to it. Instead, he glanced up, bright blue meeting Marco's eyes, head slightly tilted and expression open. Nightmares were horrible things to suffer through alone, after all. 

[ask-the-jaeger-boy-deactivated2]

Did someone say Armin’s moving castle?

[onionlegs-archive-deactivated20]

*dyes hair with the blood of my enemies*

[happyxgh0ull]

[geolu]

Jearmin Week Day 7: Lost Together

[tacticianarlert]

"Don’t worry about it." Armin replied easily, glancing up to give the taller teen a small smile. "We’re friends; it’s become my job to worry about you now." Although Marco was definitely the less danger-prone of Armin’s chosen friends, even he was allowed his own moments of reckless stupidity. 

With a very gentle tug to Marco’s hand, the blond guided the other soldier to sit on the edge of the bed, before taking a seat next to him and drawing his legs up to cross them on the rumpled bedding. Then, he set Marco’s hand down on his knee, rummaged through the first aid kit, and found himself the tweezers that, until now, he had had no idea what to use them for. It seemed rather strange to think that they would be in there for situations like these alone. 

"This is going to sting, but i suppose that’s the retribution for breaking the only mirror in here." 

[clippedwingsoffreedom]

Marco offered a bashful smile in return, nodding his head in understanding to Armin’s reply before following him to sit on the edge of the bed. He was appreciative of the fact that it was Armin doing this for him. He likely would have gotten more crap about it from anyone else, except, perhaps, Annie and Mikasa. But, he knew that a certain few of his friends would have relentlessly bugged him about what happened, and he wasn’t quite ready to talk about it, yet.

He drew in a deep breath, already prepared for the stinging and pain this clean-up was going to cause. He knew it wasn’t going to be simple; just the sight of his hand and the state it was in was proof enough. But, he also knew that Armin would be as careful as possible, even if that didn’t mean much, because it was still going to sting. “Yeah,” he replied with a chuckle. “I brought this on myself, and all that. Don’t worry, I’ll deal.”

[tacticianarlert]

Gently, Armin began plucking the larger pieces of glass out of Marco's split knuckles, setting the bloodied shards down onto the lid of the first aid kit. With any luck, they'd remove the larger pieces and the rest would wash away once they ran Marco's hand under a cold tap. And, in the silence that followed, Armin's curiosity got the better of him. 

He glanced up through his fringe, hand pausing momentarily before setting the next shard of glass down on the lid. 

"So, am i allowed to ask what the mirror did to deserve such treatment? Or would you rather that stay between the two of you?" 

[scienceandtitans-blog]

✚ for a drunk text!

[tacticianarlert]

[Text to: HANJI ZOE] LET ME IN YOUR DOOR IS LOCKED

[scienceandtitans-blog]

[Text to: Arminhammer]: OKAYYYYY

Hanji limped and stumbled over to the door, and, after some struggle, unlocked it.

[tacticianarlert]

The moment the door was opened, Armin pushed into the room, honestly not knowing whether to expect fire or not. 

"What's wrong?? Where's the emergency??" 

[piraticoctopus]

I know I’m super late to the party but I brought cookies

[vendettx-deactivated20150427]

          “HA! I told you I could do it!”

[tacticianarlert]

"Huh. I.... actually wasn't expecting that." 

[r-ami]

x

[imriel-montreve]

I am one hundred percent sure this is exactly how the anime goes

[animentality]

if I don’t reblog this you can assume I died

[titan-relatable]

this is exactly how the anime goes

[shingekinomyovaries]

yes the greatest contribution to this fandom has reappeared on my dash

[tattsunsan]

it’s back

[snk-universe]

Source

[tacticianarlert]

A small, wry smile tugged at the corners of Armin’s mouth, and the blond cast blue eyes at the shattered mirror. If there was anybody that didn’t need seven years of bad luck, it was the soldiers preparing themselves to fight titans. For Marco’s sake, Armin hoped there was no truth behind the superstition. 

"I’d double check my gear, just in case." He replied, words playfully teasing as he reached out to gingerly take the other’s hand between his own. There were shards of glass glittering through the crimson stain of blood, and his brows furrowed slightly at the mess Marco had made of his knuckles. 

[clippedwingsoffreedom]

Marco nodded his head at Armin’s words. “I’ll probably be double checking it for the next several years to come,” he replied with a sigh, trying to get himself to relax as he felt Armin reach out for his bloodied hand. He grimaced at the sight of it, not having really taken in just how bad it looked until now. Armin probably knew it was no accident.

Thing was, he just didn’t want anyone to worry. He wasn’t a violent person. But, he’d reacted pretty badly to a nightmare, was all. And, he wasn’t even quite sure where it had come from, but it had really, really gotten to him. “Sorry that I’m makin’ you deal with this, Armin. I appreciate the help, though,” he said after a moment, averting his gaze away from his hand.

[tacticianarlert]

"Don't worry about it." Armin replied easily, glancing up to give the taller teen a small smile. "We're friends; it's become my job to worry about you now." Although Marco was definitely the less danger-prone of Armin's chosen friends, even he was allowed his own moments of reckless stupidity. 

With a very gentle tug to Marco's hand, the blond guided the other soldier to sit on the edge of the bed, before taking a seat next to him and drawing his legs up to cross them on the rumpled bedding. Then, he set Marco's hand down on his knee, rummaged through the first aid kit, and found himself the tweezers that, until now, he had had no idea what to use them for. It seemed rather strange to think that they would be in there for situations like these alone. 

"This is going to sting, but i suppose that's the retribution for breaking the only mirror in here." 

[peachii-s]

No but imagine the 104th playing Cards Against Humanity and everyone becoming really uncomfortable because Armin consistently plays the most fucked up cards possible

[tacticianarlert]

"So you’ve noticed it too then?" The blond supplied, lips tugging a little higher. For someone that always acted impassive about her comrades and surroundings, Annie was surprisingly aware of the inner workings of their small community. He didn’t push this, however, and shrugged narrow shoulders as his hands came to dig into his pockets. 

"I saw you fight with him once. Reiner too. You’ve really got an amazing technique to flip someone as big as him!" 

[consideredhumantoo]

"Difficult not to," she replied truthfully, shifting absent-mindedly as she purposefully ignored Armin’s eyes. Anyone who didn’t was wilfully blinding themselves to Eren’s noble foolishness. It meant nothing that she’d noticed too.

But Armin’s compliment admittedly did stroke her ego; she allowed herself a self-satisfied smile, and her gaze met Armin’s then. “It’s a matter of using his weight against him,” she said, with a simple shrug. “And more often than not, if you’re small, people underestimate you. You can take advantage of that too.”

[tacticianarlert]

"Ah, i don't think i'd be able to do something like that..." Armin replied with a huff of laughter, shifting his weight on his feet as her eyes met his own. Honestly, he couldn't imagine throwing someone over his shoulder with the apparent ease that Annie had, and though tactical thinking was his forte, getting people to underestimate him didn't often help him in a fight. The truth of the matter was that he was as scrawny and weak in hand to hand combat as one would expect, and didn't have any trick up his sleeve to get himself out of trouble. 

It wasn't like he was expecting the titans to underestimate him anyway.  

[dissociativewarrior-archive]

"Well what’s life without a little bit of risk?" Well, more like a whole lot of risk, but they were insane enough to join the Survey Corps when Armin could’ve gone to the Garrison, or the Military Police for Reiner. "It’s better than just sitting here waiting." Possibly waiting for their deaths even.

A crack sounded in the air and instantly Reiner knew what it was, it was the sound of a flare but because of the foliage it was hard to tell what signal it was. If he guessed correctly, it possibly originated somewhere in their eastern direction. 

[tacticianarlert]

Somehow, despite the grim situation they’d found themselves in, Armin couldn’t help but smile at the confidence in the other soldier’s voice. Reiner never ceased to amaze him with his optimism, even in the bleakest of hours. He was just about to say so, mouth opened and lips upturned into a small smile when he heard the crack of a flare gun, and turned his head towards the sky so fast he almost gave himself an injury. 

"Can you see it? What direction did it come from?" 

[dissociativewarrior-archive]

"I can’t really see it, but I believe it came from that way." Pointing in the eastern direction and he noted that it sounded close. "We should probably head in that direction as far we can." He said, looking over at Armin. "Though I will listen to whatever idea you have, even if you say it’s too much of a risk to use up our remaining fuel." Armin had never let them down yet and he wasn’t going to doubt the blond tactician anytime soon.

[tacticianarlert]

It took a moment of silence between them for Armin to realize that Reiner was looking towards him to make the decision. All of a sudden, he felt the weight of responsibility on his shoulders, reminding himself that, if he were to make the wrong choice, both he and Reiner would die. 

But... staying here while the formation potentially moved further away was also a very bad situation to find themselves with, and the blond caught his lower lip between his teeth as he weighed out the pros and cons of leaving their current post. 

"If we keep off the forest floor, we should be fine. We'll just have to use as little fuel as possible and walk along the thicker branches." He said after a moment of thought, casting wary eyes on the surrounding boughs. Misjudging the strength of a branch and falling to the forest floor was dangerous enough without the large, carnivorous titans lumbering about below.