#farlxn

[hangxzoe]

[ //ninja style places peppermint drops all over her office. along with her christmas present: a handmade ( by farlan himself ) book containing all he's learned about the titans. ]

         She smells the candy before she sees it, the minty freshness         soothing her nerves and mind by default and then she's glad         her office had been cleaned the day before. Red and white          swirls drape her furniture and she'd be frustrated on any other         day but it's almost Christmas and she can't be mad when she         throws a hard piece of candy between her teeth.

                                -- its then she notices an oddity on her desk.

          There's an addition to her books and notes already stacked in           a neat order. Curiosity nips at her being and she swipes the           mints off the chair, scattering them across the floor ( it's going          to take months before she cleans every broken piece stuck           between the floor boards ) but the hand bound journal has her          full attention.

           There's a quiet and embarrassing squeak of delight when she           opens it and she might think this is the greatest gift she            received in a very long time. Incredibly useful to both her            restless mind and studies, Farlan's fresh perspective could           open a new light on the Titans, his experience forcing Zoë to           to question her own, or so she hopes.

           She picks up a pen and one of her journals and immediately            dives in into her neatly made present her own notes sitting           before her for comparison.

                                -- she briefly wonders how she can repay                                    him.

[jaegeriism-archive]

❝ so what the fuck is a shifter, anyways? i don't really understand it. ❞

     the amount of times his fellow comrades had inquired       about his ability had surpassed the range of his memory       capacity. though despite the slight differences in the form       the question was asked, the answer usually remained the        same, with little to none alterations.

                   ”well, uh, a shifter is exactly that; someone with                    the ability to shift into something — in this case                    a titan. i just gotta have a goal set in mind, and                     whenever i need to turn, i bite down on my hand.                    at least that’s what usually triggers the titan power.”

[jaegeriism-archive]

❝ levi... is dead. ❞ [ i would say "i'm sorry beth" but i'm kinda nOT HA. ilu boo. ]

Angsty and Dark Sentence Starters

      dumbstruck by the unimaginable sentence,        eren felt a chill run through his entire being.        he could feel his knees beginning to go weak;        unable to withstand the sudden weight that was        placed upon him; the burden of another fallen        soldier —- another comrade. and yet he still stood        there, as if frozen in time, still trying to process         farlan’s words. 

                      ＬＥＶＩ ＩＳ ＤＥＡＤ．

        he was having difficulty believe this. partially because        he was, after all, humanity’s strongest soldier. no titan        was able to face levi and come out the victor. however,        the majority of him found it hard to believe levi’s demise        because he simply refused to accept it. he couldn’t bear        the thought of losing another companion. but the more        eren thought about his captain’s passing — the more he        imagined levi falling victim to one of those damn beasts —        and it was only until then that he began to realize that this         was a realistic scenario, making it even further possible for         it to be undeniably true.

                             ＬＥＶＩ ＩＳ ＧＯＮＥ．

        as if the pain of grief that had evidently left it’s mark upon        farlan’s facial features wasn’t enough to convince eren of        levi’s death. after standing there, without a single word to        spill for what felt like centuries, eren was finally able to use        his voice again,

                      “—- we need to keep moving forward.”

       there was no turning back —- eren wouldn’t let the fall of levi       be in vain. he would make certain that they all get out of there       alive. this was no time for grieving, not when they were in titan       territory. it took a lot of strength to resist the urge in turning back,       and hunting down the titan that was at fault for this. but then eren       thought about what levi would do if he were still here; if he were       in their current situation, which ultimately lead to eren’s decision.       the choice in looking straight ahead, and not looking back.

               you will not have died for naught, captain. i swear it.

[regretnumberone-blog]

❝ hey isabel, what's five-hundred and ninety-six divided by three? ❞

      "Five-hundred and... ninety-six..." 

                  Isabel muttered some numbers to herself,                   beginning to count on her fingers. She'd                   never been taught how to do division, but                   she wasn't about to admit that to Farlan.

[alfredlangnar]

❥

( meme. )

❥ - a childhood memory.

        It was the first time he was old enough to understand.           For years, he’d seen the Survey Corps return from outside the           walls, and for years he’d never really understood the severity           of their expeditions. Hazel eyes locked onto the h o r r o r that           trudged back into the walls, and GUILT gripped him. He’d seen           blood before ( bumped heads, stubbed toes— all accidents ),           but he’d never seen so much of it. He’d never noticed that they           come back stained R E D. Some of them are missing parts— an           arm, a leg— and others look like they’ve lost something else all           together. He understands now how much they risk to fight— how            much they risk to keep him and his family safe. Those within the           walls shouldn’t scold the Survey Corps, they should thank them.

                      He was struck to the bone with fear of what was beyond the walls,                       and it pained him to think that these men and women go out there                      to fight and come back in only to hear hatred thrown at them. The                       accusations that they were useless left Alfred angry. How could                       they say that? How could they look at these people who put their                      lives on the line to fight the titans and tell them they were awful?

            This was the day he decided to join the Survey Corps.                  He knew if he could join, he could help them.

[spunkideae-blog]

❅☁❦

Headcanon Meme

❅ - keeping warm/keeping cool techniques

Isabel would much rather be cold than warm. With cold, she can bundle up, blankets on blankets on blankets, but during the warmer months...

Complaining seems to be the main technique, not that it helps any. After annoying everyone in the vicinity with her whining she'll either find a fan of some sort, or guzzle down any and all water she can find to try and cool down.

Yeah, she doesn't get along with heat.

☁ - ideal holiday

Thanksgiving. Or any holiday with lots of food being given out. Christmas is a close second, with the presents and holiday cheer. She actually really loves holidays, seeing everyone generally more cheerful and relaxed.

❦ - lips

Her lips aren't very big. They're small, like the rest of her, and kind of thin to boot. But because of this, she doesn't have many problems with chapping.

When she smiles, she has dimples on both sides of her cheeks. They aren't very pronounced, and only visible when she really grins, but they're definitely there.