#astutior

[kerothi]

@astutior from x

Where Armin sits with his knees tucked up to his chin, there is Jean settled beside him, his back reclined to a log with his legs outstretched and his arms folded across his chest. Plenty of sore spots and aching muscles that encourage the rest his mind just won’t let him have. Just like Armin, Eren’s right back at the center of his thoughts again.

They might not have been “friends” but from what Jean had thought he learned and understood about him, he had respected. Eren might’ve been a crazy, suicidal bastard, but he was protective of the ones he cared about, and he’d always put himself in the front lines before he’d ever drag the rest of them into something like that. So it still doesn’t make sense…

A little further off, across from the fire, he can see the bundle he knows to be Connie still tossing and turning around on the floor. Jean’s worried about him, too. It feels like a part of him died with Sasha that day, and ever since then he’s been… well, he’s been angry, mostly. Unable to get to Eren and sort of looking for someone else to blame in his stead.

Jean lets out a long breath and lulls his head back against the log. He doubts he’s ever gonna understand what made him laugh that day…

“What if it is?” He eventually asks. The question no one wants to ask: “What if this is final?”

Even though it’s felt like a losing battle so far, he still can’t help but speculate and try to understand what his real motives must be. “Eren’s been backing us into a corner.” He says, “We’re running outta options here and fast — surely, he’s gotta know that as well.”

“…Would it really be such a shock, if he’s trying to force our hand again?”

[jxwz]

@astutior ♥'d the starter call.

"You like books." It's not a question, but an observation he's made over time. Armin doesn't always join the team of shifters when it came to meal-times, but he's been doing it more and more as of late. Maybe a bit more settled now than he was before, or something else. Porco wouldn't know. But he's more curious about another thing— "Are you the one that's been leaving all those little notes in the margins at the library?"

[massensterben]

for @astutior

He isn't sure what makes him play nursemaid. The guilt, he suspects. The endless mass of bodies, moaning and crying, begging for their mothers, as they slowly crush his mind to pulp. He has been rattling inside his skull so violently, he's surprised it doesn't show on his face. The horror is mistranslated, misinterpreted, by his peers. They see a soldier who watched his friends die, while they are looking at the warrior who killed them. Can two things be true?

Regardless, now he is going around, reminding his shellshocked victims to eat. He wants to turn into dust. He wants to explode. But he cannot stop. He crouches down next to Armin, a bowl of soup in hand. No meat. On account of the memories.

"Here," He says, his voice as gentle droning in his friend's ear, sun-warm wood. "You need to get something in your belly. Starving won't make the trial come faster, either." He speaks as kindly as he possibly can, but his voice does waver. The reveal of Eren's titan has shaken him to his core. Everything has. He is in freefall and every hand he could have reached for has pulled back. No parachute, only the ground to catch him.

He pushes the bowl in Armin's hands regardless. "Have they told you anything?"

[ausdauer]

@astutior x

Isabel watched as he reached out, a grin on her face at the look in his eyes. She knew if anyone was going to appreciate them, Armin would. "You ever seen so many?" she asked, sitting down in the grass, the green of the lights only reflecting her own green eyes, she could watch these for hours. Just listening to the quiet chirping of the bugs at was flying around in front of them, and the ones hidden in the grass.

Her eyes glanced up at the sky, the darkness of the field giving way to the stars above them, "It feels like a whole different world" Isabel sighed, laughing softly as a firefly landed on the toe of her boot. Her head tipped to the side as she watched it.

"Erwin told me once, they light up because they're gross" she shared, unable to tear her eyes away.

[littlequeens]

❛ ah, so you aren’t heartless after all. ❜ ( for annie uwu )

she smiles. it's small, subtle, and some might consider quite odd considering he just claimed she does indeed have a heart afterall ! but annie knew there was no malice behind his words, not with that gentle and understanding way he always looked at her with. smiles were becoming less and less of a rarity whenever she finds herself in armin's company.

❛ what gave you that impression? clearly I need to change my tactics. ❜ she pats the spot beside her on the grass, inviting him to sit. she found herself coming out here often, the noise and commotion inside often overwhelming after she'd been alone with nothing but her thoughts and the occasional visitor those four years. pulling her knees closer into herself, she resists the urge to completely retreat into herself. ❛ how did you know I'd change my mind and come back ? ❜

[foreverascout]

FMK - Connie, Sasha, Reiner

@astutior || FMK

"Easy" he scoffed, leaning back as he thought about this one, "Marry Connie. He's my guy, loyal, funny, and easy going". That one was easy, the next had his cheeks burn a little pink, "Fuck Sasha" he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "She's cute, fun, and could kick my ass if she wanted to".

"That leaves Reiner. I don't think he'd be too upset, the guy needs to chill out so maybe he would thank me for eternal sleep".

[desolxte]

"I just wanted to say thank you for protecting me."

@astutior | dialogue prompts

The cup stops just before it touches Levi’s lips and he looks at Armin from over the brim. 

It doesn’t necessarily come as a surprise. They’re all good kids, they always have been, and Armin especially has always been one of the most thoughtful of them all. While the others have taken their high praise and began to celebrate in the festivities, of course, it would be their young commander that’s stayed behind with him and his fancy new chair. Choosing rather to observe the joyful scenery and drink something sweet from a glass than partake in the same dances and games that they’ve already lost the others to. 

But he did think it was a little odd that Armin hadn’t gone to join them yet…

A soft breath passes through Levi’s nose before he turns down his gaze and takes a sip of his drink. It’s cold. Refreshing, like the sun on his shoulders, and the sounds of the kids as they run around behind him with laughter in their lungs — their screams of excitement, such a blessed headache and that is plenty good enough for him.

He places down his cup before reaching across to give Armin’s shoulder a firm pat and a gentle squeeze, just so knows he’s appreciated, even if he doesn’t really know what to say to that. 

Except, maybe, “It’s not as though that doesn’t go both ways.”

“I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for all you kids, either.” Levi settles back in his chair and picks up his drink again as he tells him, “So if that’s all,” with a softened edge in his eyes, “You should go and enjoy yourself, Commander. I’d say you’ve earned it.”

[kxrsch]

A breeze disturbs the pages of his book and Jean smoothes a careful hand across to pin them in place. Smudged charcoal darkens his fingers, his palms. Flakes have been smeared into the parchment and once stark lines are softened by his touch. He waits until the wind stops fluttering at the edges, twisting at his hair, the loose collar of his shirt, and frowns at the growing mess that is his art. 

It had begun with eyes, the only feature he can remember still with startling clarity. The rest of the face is starting to fade in his mind, coming to him in disjointed memories, his sketches a haphazard puzzle he has tried to arrange into an imperfect homage.

They never got a photograph of him. The realization had come one morning, unbidden, as forceful as a kick to the chest the way it left him winded, nauseous. But all his grief had been like that. Something that lay in his periphery, dormant, distant and numbed by a stiff drink and the mundane monotony of life as ambassador until the moments it isn’t. Until he is forced to stare down the yawning maw that is his grief, who it is for, the bitterness of knowing the same person is its cause.

The myriad of faces stare back at him. Their eyes striking, set into faces that all bear subtle differences, but beg for familiarity, remembrance. Around the edges are depictions of the long gone titan form. Sharper features, but the same eyes. His final memory is scratched furiously onto the adjacent page, ribs arched into a lumbering cage and pale spines reaching for the heavens taunt him with their perfect clarity.

@astutior asks: what are you working on ?

The balmy day comes back into focus, sounds of quiet voices and the rustle of leaves replacing scorching winds buffeting his face and the thunderous cacophony of battle. Jean closes the book softly before Armin gets close enough. He doesn’t need to see the smeared, desperate attempts to recreate Eren’s likeness.

“Ah, nothin’ special really.” The tension in his body, his meek grin, would betray his lie if it weren’t for the day. He can still taste sweetness on his lips, smell sugar on the breeze. He hopes all Armin sees in him is the ache of another birthday gone by for a friend stuck forever at nineteen. “I get restless, y’know. Sittin’ still for so long.”

He casts a look behind him, further up the way where the headstone lies, loved and meticulously tended. His fingers ache where he clutches the spine of his book. When he faces forward again, it is with some effort that he meets Armin’s eye. “How’re you holdin’ up?”

[kerothi]

"Mmh..." It's the closest Jean's gotten to agreeing so far—that price is extortionate, even he can admit. And his father would be pissed if he found out this is what he'd used his 'emergencies-only' credit card for. But his ma would stick up for him anyway. She often did; she was often the only voice in which father and son would actually communicate. So Jean's not terribly concerned about potentially upsetting his dad.

But he still doesn't want to be conned. Coughing up all that cash, waiting days for the delivery just to get bit in the ass by his impatience? Piss off his father for nothing? No, he doesn't want Blondie to lie to him. He just really wanted this to finally be the one.

"A'right then, fine, you win. . ." Jean mumbles, clicking off the advertisement and back up into the web-page's search bar. "Then gimme somethin' that's gonna be a good investment." He glances back again, chewing the inside of his cheek. Totally not sulking. "If I can't have that, then I wanna new game I can melt my brain on instead."

"Good reviews aside, they still want almost double the original price," he points out. Who has that kind of money to spend on a gaming console? Alright, so maybe Jean does. His family has always been very well-off. But that doesn't mean he should. Is it even his own money he'd be spending here? Armin shakes his head, folds his arms across his chest. He's going to stand firm on this one. In part because he simply cannot relate.

"So you want me to lie to you?" He asks bluntly, brow arched. Armin is nothing if not firmly set in his ideals. "Like I said, you can do whatever you want. I'm just not convinced it's the best investment. There aren't even that many games out yet. Not exclusive ones, anyway."

[calcitration]

character headcanon generator

Annie likes board games, but no one else wants to play with them. Oh, straight in the heart??  Yeah, true.  Annie has played cards with her father but I’m sure she would enjoy board games if given a chance to play. Annie steals other people’s clothes. 100% true.  It’s a key love language. Annie is a cry baby. The majority of the time she bottles up her emotions ( which she struggles to process, anyway ) but every now and then her heart breaks wide open and the tears come.  She may be stoic, but she feels everything deeply. Annie forgets to eat sometimes. Oof, I have a whole headcanon about this.  Annie has disordered eating patterns.  Today she might forget to eat, tomorrow she might binge. Annie bites their nails. No, her nails are kept short and clean, but as a young child she did pick her skin and pull out her eyelashes. Annie has chronic nightmares. Yes.  Just… yes.  She also tends to sleep in a defensive stance and sleep-talks quite frequently. Annie is gay. Half true.  This girl is bisexual. Annie was forced to eat cement as a child. Another one that cuts deep!  Not cement, but as the inheritor of the Female she harboured the power to gain abilities from other Titans.  Her Marleyan subjugators experimented on her extensively, forcing her to eat many unspeakable things – including pieces of her comrades. Annie has an incredible short-term memory but an awful long-term memory. Annie has buried some traumas deep, but overall her short-term memory and long-term memory are good.  However, she is an unreliable narrator and her distrust of others often colours her perspective. If Annie likes someone, they will give them a pretty rock. This sounds about right.  Annie struggles socially, and can be awkward even when trying to be thoughtful.  

tagged by: the wonderful @kerothi. ♡ tagging: @jxwz, @massensterben, @mindsafe, @worsesight, @astutior, @lausticzt, @silentknives.

[kerothi]

sent from prompts / @astutior

Floch gets on Jean's nerves. This is no secret. Pretty much everybody that knows him, knows that as well. Pretty much every conversation they have, turns into a debate. There was once a time in his younger years that Jean would've enjoyed a good debate. Took pleasure in playing the devil's advocate just to have something considered from all possible angles, and not simply the one that was favored. Sometimes, he'd be making a good point—most of the time, he was just saying shit for the sake of getting a reaction out of somebody.

Floch is probably karma's funny way of teaching Jean a very frustrating lesson: A lot of people love to talk, like he does, but not all of them are quite as interested in listening. Some people won't be listening at all, but rather just waiting for their turn to speak again. When Jean speaks to Floch, he can all but see the moment his words have gone in through one pin-pricked ear and swiftly trickled out through the other.

They disagree, often, so Floch will quickly disregard whatever counterpoint Jean had come to bat with and instead finds a way to get under his skin. Usually with some wayward attack on his character to get his back up and distract him from the point.

Unfortunately, it tends to work.

Fortunately, Armin's timing is impeccable and he is able to slip Jean away with a summon from Hanji before he's really reeled into an argument.

Now, they're outside where Jean's stopped on the steps to wrap his hands around the railing and sink his head into his chest, taking a moment to collect some air and cool off before he finds out where he's meant to meet with their commander.

Armin says: For what it's worth, I like who you are now.

Which lifts his head again, and Jean blinks down at the blond where he waits for him at the bottom of the steps, looking all unassuming and innocent as if he'd said nothing at all. As though it's not worth an awful lot, which he'd be mistaken to think.

"You heard all that, huh?" Jean realizes he must have—which means he's just realized something else as well. "Ah..." He pulls himself up to stand a little taller, narrowing his eyes back at Armin because he suspects, "Hanji didn't actually send you to get me, did she?"

But it makes him laugh, a soft little sound that's kicked up out of his lungs—in large part due to the compliment, because that's what it is, but he can't help but admire the clever finesse in how he managed to navigate him away from a very likely altercation.

"Anyone ever told you how good of a liar you are, Blondie?" He grins, pushing up off the bars and passing his hand over his mouth on his way down the steps to meet Armin at the bottom with a deliberate budge of his shoulder to spin him around. Circling with ease and a hook made with his other arm so he can snag the blond's head between forearm and bicep to drag him off someplace else anyway. He snickers, "Don't think I don't appreciate it though. Another minute of that and all that patience I was practicing might've been for nothing."

[jxwz]

“  you’ll be no help to anyone if you run yourself into the ground.  ”

@astutior || from prompts

"He's sharp . . ." Porco grumbles as he slouches down further into his seat, combing his fingers back through the lengths that had fallen loose in his hair. It's been a long day.

Hoards coming in from the east that had posed a threat to the party expected to return later. They'd kept the more mobile of the shifters busy for a great deal of the afternoon while they cleared them out of the area, and now, as the evening finally rolls around and it's about time for Porco to start getting ready for his night on watch, all that energy spent has inevitably caught up to him. And evidently it's showing as well.

And he might be proud, but that doesn't make him stupid. Given the choice, Porco would have swapped his shift with one of the others and taken the night off, but Eren's been called elsewhere for the night, and Reiner ( useless dick that he is ) has already been curled up in his bunk sleeping like an oversized baby for the last two hours.

"And what do you suggest then, Brains — should I abandon my post? Deem my good night's sleep more important than my duty to protect?" To hell with that, he thinks. "It's not like there are many others around that can do it instead, right now, is there."

[polishedforsurvival]

character headcanon generator — 10 headcanons ! Generate 10 headcanons and share whether they're true or not. Repost, don't reblog.

Levi had an emo phase. -- False. He did however have a punk/rock phase.

Levi speaks only in meme references. -- False. You'd be lucky if you could get him to even name a meme. Try speaking only in meme references in front of him. He'd probably cry. What the fuck are you talking about. (He does know the "road work ahead" vine and has quoted it, however.)

Levi desperately needs a hug but doesn't know it and refuses to ask for one. -- True. God, please, someone hug this man.

Levi cringes at their middle school yearbook photos. -- True. But I mean, he cringes at most photos of himself. He's not a fan of having his picture taken nor looking at said pictures.

Levi instinctively cleans messes in their own house as well as other people's. -- True. His own house is practically spotless. When it comes to other people's homes, it depends on his relationship with them and how messy they are. Sometimes he can't help himself and will start cleaning or tidying up without thinking.

Levi is oblivious to any and all romantic interest someone may show them. -- False, sort of. I mean maybe with the more subtle things, sometimes, but more often than not it's that he's so disinterested in romance (generally speaking) that a lot of it just kinda gets ignored, if not shot down.

Levi is going to heaven. -- True?? HE BETTER BE, THANKS.

Levi gets road rage. -- True. Not to a violent or dangerous degree, but he will curse out stupid drivers and flip them the bird.

Levi wakes up on November 1st and starts decorating for Christmas. -- False. He's the one complaining about the people who start Christmas decorating too early. "Too early" being any time before December.

Levi has a very low alcohol tolerance. -- False. It's the exact opposite; it's all but impossible for him to get drunk.

Tagged by: no one, just saw this on the dash a while back Tagging: @thecommanderzoe (and any other muse you wanna do this for) @kerothi @astutior @massensterben and anyone else who wants to do this

[centuricnis]

what are you the patron saint of?

patron saint of relics (levi)

patron saint of remembering. patron saint of holding something close. patron saint of holding on for too long. for a saint, a relic is often a part of the body, kept for some physical memento of their holiness. they are all in your hands, now: does it feel like remembrance? does it feel sanctified? are the dust and blood as precious as they're supposed to be?

tagged by: @viitlumi || @astutior || @witswords tagging: @attroxx (for dom or ghost), @aequitaas, @kkriitters (for kou), @constarellations (aether), @nagareboshiko

[ausdauer]

BODY MEME: List 5 random/unique things about your muses body.

She's super skinny and malnourished from years in the underground. Once with the scouts and actually training she is able to build up some strength and tone but doesn't really get to a healthy level despite the food she steals from others.

Due to that, her periods are irregular, she didn't start them until she was with the scouts and her cramps are very painful for her.

She's super flexible and light on her feet.

In modern verses she's likely got a couple small tattoos and at least her belly button pierced.

Isabel has freckles sprinkled on her cheeks and nose, mostly noticeable in the sun but they're there.

Tagged by: @x1968

Tagging: @desolxte @kerothi @astutior @polishedforsurvival

[clxssclxwn]

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Call me mouse. She/her. 33. Pisces. INFP. Currently living in New England with my fiance and our pets (dog, cat, skink, bearded dragon, fish). This blog is new but I've been roleplaying on tumblr since 2011/2012. My primary muse since 2013 is Armin ( @astutior ). If you don't see me here, chances are you can find me over there. Some other fandoms I enjoy are HunterxHunter and Genshin Impact, but as of right now I only write for AoT. If you'd like to add me on discord to chat or plot, feel free to ask for my username!

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