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Happy birthday to this precious boy! He deserves the world and all of the love it has to offer!

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I saw people making manga walls on TikTok, and since I don’t trust my cat not to tear down the manga panels, I put it on canvas instead.

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This is how I cope after watching episode 17 of season 3.

Disclaimer: I did not paint the silhouette of Armin freehand; I printed a picture, traced it on cardboard, and cut it out.

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I 👏 LOVE 👏 THIS! THANK YOU SO MUCH!

A birthday gift for @insomniacscripture

I hope it is a good one! <3

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This is absolutely BEAUTIFUL!!! You are an amazing artist! Thank you so much for blessing me with this art!

A little gift for @insomniacscripture !! I wanted to make you something, especially considering all the audios you make for everyone else!

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Armin Week 2020

Prompt #7: Dreams

Note: This is a poem that I originally wrote for a school assignment a while back. It has been the basis of my other poems’ themes and structure during Armin Week. Because of this, I feel it fits the final Armin Week prompt. Not only is Armin determined to reach his own dreams, but he inspires others to do the same.

Shimmering seas of alluring azure

Golden tresses spun of heavenly silk

Lingering glances, innocent and pure

Searching for knowledge with those of his ilk

Beneath the façade lies a weakened heart

Once written on his skin were words of grief

A burden he seems as his friends depart

In solitude finding saddened relief

Parchment flutters beneath his fingertips

The world holds its breath as his voice rings clear

His eyes gleam fiercely as a sharp eclipse

He grasps their hands and draws his comrades near

Rival bloodlust with determination

My angel; my muse; my inspiration

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Armin Week 2020

Prompt #6: EMA

Lives intertwined by ceaseless tragedy

Torn asunder by the threat of new foes

Hands held tightly, released unwillingly

Stolen from each other as the storm grows

Once closer than otters sleeping at sea

Inseparable by all wicked force

Drifting aimlessly through currents and weeds

To undiscovered lands, maintaining course

A book’s tattered pages, the last remains

Of a friendship so wretchedly shattered

Throughout the dreadful emotional pains

The outbursts remain hidden and scattered

He looks down and mutters, voice weak and low

“You’re just like a certain someone I know”

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Armin Week 2020

Prompt #5: Founding Titan

He watched as his childhood friend grew estranged

The sight brought a new feeling of weakness

If I had his power, would I have changed?

Grim thoughts now darkened his sense of bleakness

Tears vanished in the fire that scorched his skin

He recalled how willingly he’d have died

The fire lit again, regretful within

If I had his power, would I have tried?

A growl climbed up from the back of his throat

A fresh stream of blood fell upon his lip

The fire encircled his heart like a moat

“Well, who’s the real slave to a piece of shit?”

His mind was clear, his wounds finally bare

If I had his power, I would still care

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Armin Week 2020

Prompt #4: Dilemma

How could he betray those crystal blue eyes?

The bruise on his head had his judgment fogged

Despite the bloodshed, the hatred, the lies

He had to make right the person who’d wronged

What would his friends say if they knew his thoughts?

Would they share in the pain gripping his heart?

Between friends and foes his morals are caught

Both outcomes would surely tear him apart

Darkness surrounded, thick and warm like blood

He’d seen when she donned the small silver ring

Regret seized him with the force of a flood

He looked down and sighed, his breath quivering

I wanted to think you could still be saved

Bound by your lies, to torment I’m enslaved

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Armin Week 2020

Prompt #3: Kiss

Three special words and a brush of the lips

Fingers laced through hair as kin prepped for bed

The mother smiled sprightly, hands on her hips

The father chuckled and tilted his head

Two gentle words and a brush of the lips

Thin cotton sheets rustled upon the bed

The elder girl looked down, hands on her hips

The elder boy sighed, and he shook his head

Six heartbreaking words fell from the blonde’s lips

He thought of the kiss that sent him to bed

Smiling nervously, blades brushing his hips

He thought of the kiss on his fevered head

His smile faded and a tear caught his eye

This one, Armin thought, is a kiss goodbye

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Armin Week 2020

Prompt #2: Jellyfish

Empty and alone, yet always unfazed

Endlessly wandering an arctic blue

Ignoring the world, caught fast in its daze

Cold, apathetic, skin an icy hue

Within a cage of crystal, smooth as silk

Drifting aimlessly by whim of the tide

Surrounded by husks of similar ilk

Beneath the façade, a killer she hides

Unresponsive to light, to touch, and voice

Carried by current to curious hands

Plucked from the sea, never given a choice

Both creatures marveling untrodden lands

Sapphire eyes watch the creature without name

“Annie would like you; you’re both quite the same”

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Armin Week 2020

Prompt #1: Midnight

Eyes flutter shut as exhaustion takes hold

Tresses of gold silk splay across the desk

A thin cotton blanket shielding the cold

Sleep brings refuge from a world so grotesque

Leather-bound fantasies hidden by day

Parchment and ink guard the doors to new realms

A smile appears as night sweeps fear away

A fresh spring of hope excites, overwhelms

Despite cruel reality creeping near

Despite the doubt always dwelling within

Despite the hatred, the death, gloom, and drear

His days are spent purely, blind to all sin

Until the raging dawn bathes him in light

He’ll stay in the shadows, safe in midnight

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“I have a dream at last. The butterfly trapped in a spiderweb has no wings. That butterfly is... me.”

- Alois Trancy

YES YOUR HIGHNESS

EVERYONE EVERYTHING ALL GONE

DAY INTO NIGHT SUGAR INTO SALT LIVING INTO DEAD AND SILVER INTO GOLD

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YouTube is Closing down ALL family friendly channels

If you haven’t already heard about this, the FTC is planning to remove ALL channels deemed “family friendly” by the end of 2019

What this means is that content creators’ videos will be demonetized (no ads will run on videos, thus no income)

In addition to that, the comments will be disabled, leading to NO interaction between the audience and the creator.

Content creators will either be moved to the YouTube Kids app or will not be supported by the main YouTube overall.

This includes:

Game Theory

Most if not all doll-customization channels

Food channels

Education channels

Art channels

Heck, even gaming channels might get hit by this!

There’s already a petition for this, so please please please go sign it if you don’t want YouTube to be even more messed up

http://chng.it/q6MwLg5HnM

And if you want more info on this matter, feel free to go ahead and watch Phillip DeFranco’s video about this as well as J House Law’s (creator of the petition) video on it

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Happy birthday to my favorite little tactician! Lots of love to Armin!!! ❤️

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Commissioned album cover for a friend. Meant to be a physical Hell landscape for the feeling of disgust.

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“Willpower alone isn’t enough in battle.”

- Armin Arlert