#arminkasa

[sleepyarmin]

anyway, mikasa and armin are in love, and that's the tea

[sleepyarmin]

why must i Suffer

[askmissmikasa-blog]

And...here it is.

I just recently started this blog. I’m open to any type of roleplay, and most Mikasa ships.  This is a roleplay blog and a Mikasa appreciation blog. I’m up for anything and you can send me starters for asks. I’m very much into: BertKasa JeanKasa

I’m lowkey ArminKasa but.

I’m up to anything, as I said before. Just send me a starter! Please, and thank you!

[millennium-queen]

I ship this on the weekends

[podunks]

okay everyone asked for part 3 so here we go! This was supposed to be a headcanon but it turned into a fanfic instead

oh yea the characters maybe a little ooc im sorry,,,,,,forgive me

So finally they have reached the ocean....

Armin and Mikasa sat on the beach digging their feet in the sand. Mikasa glanced at Armin, she noticed something strange about him. 

"Armin, are you okay? You've been quiet for a while now,"

"Hm?" Armin looked into her eyes, he knew she was worried about him.

"It's nothing Mikasa, im just....staring at the ocean I've dreamed of all my life." Mikasa heard his voice became higher at the last word.

Mikasa hesitated before speaking.

"Armin, is it because-"

"No." Armin interrupted, he didn't want to sound rude but he surely did not want to talk about...him.

"Armin....." Mikasa grabbed his hand, she put a finger to his lips to silence him completely.

"Armin, I understand what you're feeling right now but...you know he would be just as happy for you seeing the ocean, even though he is gone. All he wanted was to see the outside world with you and seeing you happy." 

Armin stood up, he turned his back to Mikasa "He'd still be alive if wasn't such a useless coward, right?" he clenched his arms around his body, and sighed. "I have to go do something...alone so please don't follow me."

"Armin-"

"Don't"

Mikasa nodded in understanding and stared back at the sun making contact with ocean.

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Armin walked up a hill carrying a handmade-bouquet of flowers, his stomach felt knotted and throat was all lumpy. He came by a familiar grave, he sat on his knees and placed the bouquet beside it. 

"If only I wasn't a god damn coward, you'd still be alive, if you were still alive I would hug you and tell you how many times I love you," he whispered and closed his eyes.

And started to sing.

[dannykitchen]

seriously ArminxMikasa is life how did i never see it before

[nztsume]

"Practice" -An ArMikasa prompt.

Armin still remembered everything. He prided himself with an amazing memory, after all. But those memories were even clearer for him. He still remembered how hard it had been for her at the beginning, but how dedicated she was -as she had always had been-, studying everyday, demanding his knowledge every second they were away from Eren. He remembered how he first taught her how every letter was pronounced, her rosy lips gesticulating every vowel, every consonant until she knew them by heart, until every letter had a sound in her youthful mind. How every small branch became a pencil, and every grassless space, paper, and the little words that she was able to clumsily write. Eren was the first word she wrote, but the second one was Armin.  Month after month, she was able to write perfectly well simple sentences. And his books had started to be more than papers full of doodles, they were wisdom now. So, he couldn’t help but to feel sharp pangs of proudness when, even in those difficult days, in that difficult reality that was being part of the Survey Cops, Mikasa would find time every now and then to go to his room and practice her reading. “You are beautiful, but you are empty’, she went on. ‘One could not die for you. To be sure, an ordinary pa…’, uh…”, the girl’s eyebrows furrowed just the slightest. “Passerby.”, he quickly mumbled. “Yeah…”, she swallowed, and went on again, “ ‘…an ordinary passerby would think that my rose looked just like you- the rose that belongs to me. But in herself alone she’s more important than all the hundreds of you, other roses’.” “Mhm…”, Armin nodded, his eyes still closed, and his back relaxed to the sound of her voice. “Because it is she that I have watered; because it is she that I have put under the glass globe; because it’s for her that I’ve killed cate…’ caterpillars?” “Yeah, great!”, he smiled, opening his eyes to look at her still troubled face, “What’s wrong?” “Is this really a children’s book?”, she asked, closing it, but leaving a finger between the pages that she’d been reading. “Yep. Really ancient, though.”, he heard her sighing, and flopping down his bed, back against the cold wall. Armin thought he could almost see a pout on her –still rosy, after all those years– lips. “Are you tired?” “Yeah…”, she breathed out, flipping her long lashes closed, “Reading is tiring.” “Mhm,”, he conceded, standing up, “But isn’t it great?”, as let himself plop down next to her, he took it back. “Yeah”, the slightest hint of a smile illumined her demeanor; Armin felt her body relaxing, slowly. A tranquil silence fell upon them, and for some reason, his heart was beating faster. No, not for some reason, he knew why. It was one of those rare moments where the heat she irradiated, warm, calm, was closer than ever. He was tempted to place an arm around her, and carefully untangle that shiny hair of hers, passing his fingers between each lock of ebony. Or to touch her cheek, that had always seemed like velvet to him. “Want me to keep reading it to you…?”, he blurted out, but after waiting two, three, four seconds, his only reply was the slow rise and fall of her chest, accompanied with the low sound of air swishing out of her mouth. “Um, okay.”, he muttered, more to himself than to… well, to the sleepy girl. “I’m kinda tired too, anyways…”, his eyelids suddenly began to weight tons, and a huge yawn emerged from his throat. Before losing consciousness, the last things on his mind were rosy plump lips, and the sound of Mikasa’s low voice, lulling him to a dreamless slumber. (this will be properly edited tomorrow I swear to god uwu thanks for the prompt!! And sorry this one came out kinda… I dunno, rambled :c)

[nztsume]

Fairytales about Love.

Boring days and no Eren were the worst for Mikasa. Luckily, conversations with Armin always turned out entertaining.

(hope you like it!! :3)

Mikasa's fingers  brushed the back of every book that had been neatly organized on the old shelf. Her eyes wandered about every title, until one of them called her attention over the rest.

"Hm? 'Beauty and The Beast'?", she heard Armin's voice asking from behind of her. He reached out over her shoulder, and took said book, careful not to hit her on the way. "Didn't even know I still had this copy..."

Armin walked back to his chair, next to his desk, while Mikasa let herself flop down on his bed. That day was turning out to be slow. Training had been cancelled mid-session because the dummies weren't disponible for usage, as they were wet from the rain that had cascaded down the prior night. For the same reasons, as the building's concrete floors and walls were too humid to be cleaned, that activity had been out of question, so they were given the day off.

Well, not all of them, as Eren had been requested by Hanji to help her with some new experiments she wanted to try on him.

"Want me to read it to you?", he asked, while he softly caressed the faux-leather cover, appreciating the golden lines that had been painted on in, and were starting to fade.

"I know how to read, now.", she mumbled, letting her back rest on the wall, and crossing her arms, "Besides, I don't like that story."

The blonde raised his eyebrows. "Really?", he opened the book, eyeing the night haired girl, "Why?"

"I don't know. I think she doesn't deserve the beast, I guess,", she shrugged, and after seeing his anxious face, she proceeded, "I mean, he did the best he could to gain her love. The beast didn't know much about people, nor manners... Sure, he might have been a little extreme... But he loved her, and he did it all to make her love him back."

Armin's lips twisted a bit, as he processed Mikasa's words. "I guess, if you see it like that, you're right.", he simply replied, placing the book on the desk, and resting his face between his palms, "Perhaps he should have tried to find another girl. Someone willing to understand him, or someone who'd be gentle with him, so he could learn to love right.", his voice was suddenly filled with something else, another emotion Mikasa couldn't quite place, and she noticed that he was looking right into her eyes. 

She averted her gaze to her arms again, feeling the need to blush for some reason, but containing it. "Love is complicated.", she complained, "You can't be expected to know how to act about it."

"That's why fairytales talk about it a lot. I think...", he replied, "I think that that's why it's so entertaining, the fact that it's so hard to understand. Otherwise, people wouldn't really care much.", he shrugged, sighing softly, as his lashes layed closed. "But love can be fun, and nice, and actually great, if you find the right person."

"And that person likes you back...", Mikasa breathed out, in a lower voice.

"...", his eyes fluttered open, and darted to her. She was staring out the window, zooming out of reality. "Yeah, you are right.", he conceded her between his teeth, "And that person likes you back."