#leonherz

[dcive]

*hearteyes, but in a cool, apathetic way*

        hearteyes back in a very emotional and loving way.

[armourheld]

Luv me brother :I

i love u so much, annie. 

[erbeuer-blog]

character flaws & strengths. ♡

↳   bold what applies to your muse ! repost !  don’t reblog !

╳   FLAWS.

moody  | short-tempered | emotionally unstable |  whiny controlling |  conceited  |  possessive  |  paranoid | lies impatient  | cowardly  |  bitter  |  selfish  |  power - hungry greedy  |  lazy  |  judgemental  |  forgetful   |  impulsive spiteful | stubborn  |  sadistic  |  petty  |  unlucky 

♔   STRENGTHS.

honest  | trustworthy |  thoughtful |  caring  |  brave patient | selfless |  ambitious |  tolerant |  lucky intelligent  | confident  |  focused  |  humble  | generous merciful | observant  |  wise   |  clever  | charming cheerful  |  optimistic  | decisive  |  adaptive  | calm 

tagged by: the titanwife @leonherz  tagging: just gonna tag the last couple people on my dash - @immortalcoil ; @patchtorn ; @bkmno ; @luciferborn ; @circumspects. 

[timid-warrior]

"I know it’s not alright."

LINKIN PARK MEME || Status: Still accepting

{ ♠ } -“There’s no going back for us, Annie.” The young male breathed softly with a tinge of saddness in his voice, keeping his gaze fixated on the stone floor beneath them. “There’s nothing we can do to make things right again.”

“We killed those people, their blood is on our hands.. it was wrong.. so.. wrong.” The titan shifter closed his olive-green eyes for a brief moment, being lost in his own thoughts. He was their voice of reason, Bertholdt knew that, he wasn’t as confidient as Reiner nor as strong as Annie - no, he shouldn’t even compare himself to these two. They were forces of nature, meanwhile he was simply a weak-willed boy that couldn’t even fulfill the role he was given. 

Bertholdt Hoover was not a warrior nor the Colossal titan, he was just a timid boy.

“If.. I could save one of us from this fate.. if I could.. I could change the past.. I’d save you, Annie.” he admitted with a gentle tone, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes. ‘..because I am a selfish bastard.. and couldn’t live such a life without Reiner.’

[locksfate]

♡ + morals

send  ♡  +  a  word ,  and  I’ll  write  a  headcanon   /   accepting .

 Per  general ,  Toma  is  a  man  who  follows  society’s  standard  set  of  morals .  He  keeps  his  lifestyle  pretty  strict  on  them  (  e.g: doesn’t  gossip ,  doesn’t  vandalize  property ,  keeps  his  promises ,  doesn’t  cheat ,  treats  others  like  he  wants  to  be  treated ,  is  trustworthy ,  doesn’t  judge ,  is  dependable ,  respects  everyone  unless  they  show  him  he  shouldn’t ,  is  forgiving ,  etc  etc  ) ,  but  there  have  been  cases  (  quite  a  few  to  be  honest  )  in  canon  where  he’s  simply  disregarded  his  belief  in  some  of  the  society’s  morals  to  benefit  him  and   /   or  not  make  him  feel  guilty  about  “breaking  the  set  rules” .  

 For  example ,  everyone  who’s  ever  played  Amnesia  knows  that  Toma  is  downright  obsessed  with  the  Heroine  and  especially  with  her  protection .  During  Diamond  World  (  his  own  route  ) ,  he  disregarded  her  need  of  privacy ,  personal  space  and  free  thought  and  locked  her  in  a  cage  inside  his  home  under  the  excuse  that  he  was  “protecting  her”  from  leaving  the  house  and  meeting  her  end  outside  (  he  had  solid  evidence  to  back  up  his  thought  line  :  hate  messages  toward  her  on  a  daily  basis ,  people  jumping  to  attack  her  with  scissors  or  cars  trying  to  crush  them  when  he  and  the  Heroine  were  out  shopping  etc ,  but  still  ) .  During  one  of  Joker  World’s  bad  ends ,  he  also  killed  the  Heroine’s  bullies ,  and  proceeded  to  lock  her  in  his  house  once  more .

 All  in  all ,  Toma  acts  with  society’s  morals  in  mind  most  of  the  time ,  but  doesn’t  mind  scraping  them  if  he  finds  that  his  inner  morals  (  which  are  90%  linked  to  the  Heroine  and  her  safety  )  are  better  fit  for  the  situation  at  hand .   /   @leonherz 

[etafflictus-blog]

                         she   was   grateful,   though   she   was   really   disappointed  in  herself  that  she  couldn’t  take  care  of  herself,   that   ANNIE  saved   her   life.   because  of  that,  she  ripped  her  potato  in  half  to  give  one  half  to  the  other.  though,  it  was    o b v i o u s    that  she  was  giving  annie   the  smaller  half.  but  still,   she  was  sharing  food   and   that   was   a   big  deal  for  sasha.   “   here.   ”  she  said   holding  it  up.     @leonherz     //     sc.

[reinepomme-blog]

@leonherz ♥’d

❝Waa—!!❞ With a shriek and flailing arms, she spins, eyes wide and alarmed. In her shock, she almost trips, just barely finds support on a nearby tree. With her hair mussed and her cheeks flushed, she looks like a frightened deer. ❝You scared me!❞

[hanjithenewcommander]

@leonherz liked!

“Annie.” That name so infamous now, nobody would dare call their children that for years to come. The scientist’s voice low and devoid of cheer as she addressed the killer before her.

“Do you have anything to say for yourself?”

[mothersins-a]

@leonherz ❤’d for a starter

                AH, EVERYTHING HURTS. The tingle her her body that felt as if her entire being had gone numb. She couldn’t feel the gashes in her body, the blood dripping down her face from slice after slice in the skin. ENGORGE YOURSELF on her flesh, eat her alive! She’s delicate and dainty, fragile as glass, skin tears like paper. She’s stained red all over from the ones who believed such DEPLORABLE LIES. It hurt’s doesn’t it? That numbness. Not physically, no it’s barely there, the fuzzy feeling and feeling of heaviness. It hurts because you CAN’T feel.

              The searing pain she misses so much drained from her long ago along with the bitter taste in her mouth. Along with the tears rolling down swollen cheeks and whimpers and cries pleading forgiveness. Pleading for MOTHER. Anri stood before a young woman eyes blazing red. Saika’s croons called for her, this stranger. Because she was STRONG. She was strong and would make such a lovely addition to the FAMILY. Anri wasn’t sure what to think of her, brows furrowed in confusion as she wasn’t sure why she followed Saika blindly. Perhaps she was losing her grip. Either way she found herself in a predicament now, whatever she was saying to this woman she could not remember. Was she even talking? Was a conversation being held? Anri couldn’t even begin to comprehend her mistakes. THAT PAIN, the ache and dizziness flowed up through her body and to her head a hand was placed, rubbing her forehead. It was clear by expression that the teen was not comfortable. That she was ailing. 

❛   I-I’m sorry.... d-did I say something strange?   ❜

[dawnstrap]

@leonherz.

                          ❝ I never saw the walls... falling on us like this... ❞ A certain melancholy is born from his choice of words, the air dreary with death, rotted decay, & his stomach is sick ( despite how truly used to it he’s become ). Fingers find each other & gaze is lifeless, just as friends lost to a war that cannot be won.

 ☆ // ★

[rancorve-blog]

          a moment to tilt skull as claws are forcibly swatted away from gaunt flesh ; a look , as if clearly comprehending accomplices threat . a guttural growl of her own , regardless of means to produce coherent speech .           clawed digits tangle amongst flaxen tufts , knotting   &   coiling , tugging to rid her fingers from the mess   —   perhaps it wasn’t a good idea to touch in the first place .

@leonherz

[armourheld]

"Reiner step up your damn game we're losing Bertl."

“     Annie,  I  know,  but  how  the  fuck  do  I  flirt  with  someone.     ”  You’re  meant  to  be  his  crush  WHAT THE FRICK. 

[white-reaper]

          The unexpected [ surely unimaginable ] had drawn and dragged him out of his languor serving and 'caring' about a church he had no mind about and would discard the moment it seemed right and fitting [ fools, all of them, but useful for once ]. The breach of the wall - in ways that were mind-numbing enough to have many a man turn to faith in pleading to non-existent Gods and entities, was enough to have that tall form of his wander through hallways, rooms encompassing multitude of people [ filled to the brim, how disastrous indeed ] and check up here and there upon a word with those that hold political sorts of power and wished to find a talk with him in these times of 'need'.

          How truly compassionate could he not appear [ learned, rehearsed - he had once served as well--- ] with speaking words of encouragement to those that fled. That drew themselves upon the inner circle, ready to be embraced, and still being regarded with malicious eyes. If they could, those that had offered shelter in the times of indigence and penury would shoo children with saddened eyes back out and into the jaws of monsters unimaginable [ and something like them would call upon the help in visions of 'gods' - treacherous bunch, he had to admit, but was it to be expected differently of humans? ].

          "Where are you from?"

          Words that suddenly find themselves directed at a blonde child were dropped so low in sounds and hushed like murmurs, that they had been near imperceptible to the crowd around that stared and wondered and surely seemed so shocked upon the male's presence still wandering about. As much as he seemed to be praised upon, looked up to, there was a distinctive feel of chill veiling eyes of bright and attentive charm. There was something that told those who predicted and would be able to analyse [ realise, desperately seeking truth ], that he was not as benevolent as the smooth tone of voice and the kindness settling in eyes told in desired want and pleaded upon 'trustworthiness' in times lies.

          No, he had slain before. He had killed before---

          ---and now is squatted before that slender girl, regards her with an attention unexplainable [ unexpected ]. "What is your name? You seem quite shaken up."        // @leonherz

[erbeuer-blog]

REPOST. DON’T REBLOG. post TEN characters you’d like to roleplay as, have roleplayed as and might bring back, then tag ten people to do the same.  ( If you can’t think of ten characters, just write down however many you can. Feel free to go over ten, too. )

TAGGED BY: @leonherz (thank you dearie!)  TAGGING: @combxtxnt ; @immortalcoil ; @devoteherself ; @arlcrt ; @eferalis if you want to do it + anyone else! 

currently playing:

Mikasa Ackerman (Attack on Titan)

Ragyo Kiryuin (Kill la Kill, on hiatus)

have played / might bring back:

Ozai (Avatar the Last Airbender) 

Rumpelstiltskin / Mr Gold (Once Upon A Time) 

A bunch of the Beifongs (Legend of Korra) 

Oerba Dia Vanille (Final Fantasy XIII) 

Aranea Highwind (Final Fantasy XV) 

Lunafreya Nox Fleuret (Kingsglaive based) 

want to play:

Morinth (Mass Effect)

Aria T'Loak (Mass Effect) 

Liara T’Soni (Mass Effect)

Basically all the asaris. 

[timid-warrior]

► @leonherz​ liked for a starter !

“A-Annie! Please, hide me.” 

[atlaswinged]

℘. @leonherz ･˙ * ❰ STARTER CALL ❱

The  allure  of  monsters  and  the  WORST  of  its  kind  was  a  kind  of  twisted  fascination  of his  that  was  beyond  the  inner  workings  of  a  heretic.  Most  call  it  MADNESS  but  it thrives  under  the  WINGS  of  the  freedom —-  and  it’s  the  only  reason  why  the  traitor  is even  alive.   They’re  alike  in  a  way  ( the  face  of  DEMONS  to  most  ,  heroes  to  some , both to many )   —-  capable  of  throwing  away  everything  for  a  dream  to  BECOME  real , forged  by  their  own  crimson  stained  hands  with  no  REGRETS.   The  reflection  he  finds in  her  gaze  is  the  CALM  acceptance  of  what  they  both  were.

          The  arm  he  once  lost  is  there  again  ,  as  if  nothing  had happened  since  her capture  yet so  much  has.   The  decisive  battle  that  she’d  been  INTENTIONALLY  excluded  from revealed  her  truth  as  much  as  HIS.         ❛  We  won. ❜      Artfully vague.

Winter’s calculating  gaze  WAITS  in  the  shadows.   The  day  he’d  lost  his  limb  was  the day  they’d left  her  behind  without looking  back.  They  both  KNEW  that  but  her loyalty  was  still questionable.   She  would still  be under  the  Survey  Corps protection  as  well  as his  OWN  but  it  wasn’t  a  popular notion among  the  MAJORITY  of the  other  military groups  ( especially now ,  with  what  hey knew ).