seastormarmin

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His lover was trying so hard to calm him down; however, that was a desesperate situation anyways. They were in the middle of nowhere, with zero communication with thee outside world, being chasedby horrible nasty monsters who won’t hesitate to kill them. It was difficult to keep hopes up. Nevertheless, Armin dryed his tears,breathed deeply and pressed his forehead against Eren’s. 

“Ok...I’ll try not to be afraid... We... We just need to think about how can we call somebody to help us and we will be fine...” Suddenly, he remembered something. The guide who took them there talked about a communication hub in the middleof the forest, because there were so many people skying there in the winter. “That’s right! We have to find the communication hub, there must be a radio there!”

Snow storm

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Armin held the phone with both his hands and waited paciently for his boyfriend to call him. His heart was beating so loud it made his hands shake a bit. They were writting such cheesy things via message, were they going to repeat them,but this time,by voice? Thinking about it made the blond more and more anxious.

After a while, the phone rang between his fingers. Historia would tell him to “keep cool” and wait a while to pick it up, but he just couldn’t wait. “H...Ha...Hi...?” his trembling voice came from his throat like a gust of wind. 

❤ [GO NUTS]

sᴇɴᴅ ❤ ғᴏʀ ᴍʏ ᴍᴜsᴇ ᴛᴏ ɢɪᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀs ᴀ ᴄʜᴇᴇsʏ ᴘɪᴄᴋ-ᴜᴘ ʟɪɴᴇ!

Are you adrenaline? Because you make my heart go faster and faster

It was my sister’s fault damn it Historia

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“I refuse to die like this, understood? Armin, listen. We’re still going to the outside world. The things you told me about… I have to see them… I have to.”

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commission of armin for stressedginger

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Online

[Wowie, my life is sooooooooooooooo exhausting this year I almost cannot find time to roleplay :3

Do I owe you all something?~]

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Levi’s stuttered voice made the blond boy giggle soft and tenderly, as he hugged him tight and let him kiss his bare skinny shoulders. Still wrapped in his arms, he took a couple of puffs from his cigarette, his face resting on his friend’s shoulder, as he thought about how would it feel to dance together. Levi’s body was slim and warm, strong and gracile, he would guide him so nicely to dance along. He was a bit shorter than him, so maybe he would press his head against his chest and follow his heart’s rhythm. 

God, he couldn’t help but feeling like a horny lovey-dovey teenager. 

“Well, I’m only good at drawing, so I can’t teach you something cool in exchange.” Armin replied, still smoking and hugging Levi. “Well, I kinda sing a bit, but only when I’m alone, I have a really rusty voice.”

                Levi felt something stir inside him at Armin’s request. He paused, completely suspended in the air around them, cigarette halfway to his lips and eyes staring into a void only he could see. Memories of dancing were always sombre; especially his days in ballet and tap, all the training and permanent feet injuries and snap of an ivory cane on a mantlepiece as his teacher demanded he recite again. But something about what Armin said pushed aside all those memories, and he gazes down at the blonde, lips parted wordlessly as he fights for an answer.

                “Of course,” he finally forces out, slightly breathless as he still tries to get over the initial ecstasy, “Of course I’ll teach you. That- that would be amazing…”

                Grinning, his arm tightens around Armin’s shoulder and pulls him in so he can lay kisses across his cheeks, laughing softly in between. Maybe, just maybe, if he scraped off the rust from his weary joints and actually, really taught Armin how to dance, it would give him something else to focus on. When he felt needy and horrid and all the other emotions Levi had witnessed him go through, the raven would be able to take the small blonde into his arms and have their bodies pressed together, heads on each others shoulders, just dancing until the worries slipped away with music.

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jeageeeeerbabe

Eren had expected Armin’s performance to be spectacular, yet he still sat with his eyes wide and jaw dropped to the floor. His heart bested fast at the intensity and beauty of the dance. The blond’s movements were exceeding his expectations and he felt like he was looking at a dream. He held his breath as the dance became more powerful and his limbs were completely still, as if one movement would ruin everything. But it was not only the dance, Armin himself was also captivating Eren and, deep down inside, he knew it. When the performance was over, Eren stood up and clapped his hands, feeling like a tear would roll down his cheek at any given moment because he was just so moved by the dance. On TV, he has seen this performance before many times, but it never seemed to have such an effect on him as this one did.

When the suite finished and he stopped dancing to gasp for air, hands on his hips, he heard Eren clapping vigorously at him. Well, it could be taken as a victory. At least, he earned the brunet’s respect and proved him he was indeed a good dancer. Besides, he had never felt so free in all his entire life, he had no fear of making a wrong move or failing on his poses, he just gave everything he had, poured down all his feelings. And that...that was an incredible experience. 

“Thank you, thank you...” he bounded down to show his audience, Eren, some respect back and stood up again heading towards him. “God, tell me you have some water on your bag or something, I’m deadly thirsty”. 

~Princess

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Armin being bashful when him and his baes are about to get down and dirty, I needed to draw something so the you guys can know im not dead hahah. Armin would be total blushy and moe when Eren undresses, but he’s reduced to a puddle of mush when Mikasa starts to unbutton her shirt. IM IN LOVE WITH MIKASA’S FACE, she looks so coy, like “Armin, you’ve seen my boobs how many times.” tbh whats the ship name for this???? ive seen so many okay, but the poses were super hard to do, im still getting used to drawing on my tablet and its painful omg, 

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Can y’all reblog this if you’re okay and comfortable with playing with trans characters?

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The blond boy listened to Levi’s story absorved by it. His mom seemed to be a good and caring woman who made a horrible mistake; he didn’t even knew his own to know anything about what mothers are supposed to do. Maybe it sounded cruel, but he couldn’t feel love for his parents because they died before he could enjoy their company. However, Levi’s mother only wanted to make her little star child shine but well, things ended up terribly bad. Armin felt like a knot in his throat. He couldn’t think about something to say to calm him down. “I’m sorry?” he hadn’t done anything. “You’re right?” he knew he was right. 

His ocean-blue eyes met his again, as he smiled a little bit. “Woah, ballroom has to be so cool and so fancy” he rested his face against Levi’s chest again, looking up to him. “I always was a failure in any kind of sport and I move as a duck, but I’d love to dance with you. You can teach me, right?”. He knew Levi wasn’t the kind of man who liked to drown into self-pity, at least, not in front of him. 

Levi’s story reminded Armin to his own grandfather somehow. He always painted in his studio, smoking black tobacco as the kid stared at his marvelous paitings. He always smiled and patted his head as he claimed “You’re gonna be a great artist some day, son”. Maybe neither Armin nor Levi fullfilled their family’s wishes, or, in Armin’s chase, he might die trying. 

                “Don’t ask stupid questions,” Levi scoffs playfully, “You know you’re not heavy.”

                He winces at the coughing, glancing down worriedly at Armin while his hands goes to rub up and down his naked back soothingly, palm flattening over the strained curves of his spine. God, he was skinny - not only visibly, but with his hand pressed against the bare flesh, Levi could feel every ridge of every bone, down his spine and his lower ribs.

                “You’re getting worse,” he mumbles with a shaking voice, head stooping down to rest against Armin’s, lips brushing his forehead. He knew his words were ineffective against the blond, and it harrowed him to know so - he was losing his best friend in the worst possible way. He’d given himself over to drugs and was wrapped around the little finger of addiction. All he could do was be there - be the one to stop the bleeding and deal with the aftermath and hold back his hair when he was sick at two in the morning, hoping that Armin knew how much he cared.

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4RM1N couldn’t help but give a few tiny jumps as he listened to his owner. It was his first command ever, it was so exciting. Or maybe he was just a bit overheated, it was impossible to know, but based in robotic laws, he couldn’t feel anything, so it had to be a method to cool himself. “σf ςσυяѕє ι яємємвєя, ѕιя, fєαя иσт!” his voice sounded diligent and submisive. “ι ωιℓℓ ∂яαω уσυ тнє вєѕт вαтн єνєя”

After saying that, he used his data base to find the bathroom using the maps Erwin instaled inside him before going to Levi’s house. When he found it, he kneeled towards the bathtub and started filling it with nice things Levi had, such as aromatic gel, smelling salts and aloe oil and then, he turned on the tap to pour water in the tub, making sure it was 30 degrees hot, no more, no less. When he had finished, the result was a luckewarm fragrant bubble bath. “мαѕтєя! тнє вαтн ιѕ яєα∂у!”

~The Birth

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When he felt Levi’s soft lips pressed against his forehead as he released a few words, Armin felt kind of blessed. The raven-haired man was not only his best friend and his biggest and deeper crush, but his role model, someone to look up to, the kind of person he wanted to be someday. The fact that he cared about him and touched him in such a delicate and loving way made Armin shiver of pleassure and overwhelming joy. However, the truth was that Levi was right: he was indeed feeling worse day by day. More dependent, sick, tired, ill. 

“Don’t worry, I just have smoker cough, you have it too, y’a know” Armin tried so hard to make him feel better. He managed to look at his ash-coloured eyes, feeling filled by a heavy love. “God, I fucking love your face, you’re so...gorgeous. Holy fuck, Levi, you’re like a model. Did you ever thought about working on something like that? I think you’d be the best”. Maybe it was cocaine, maybe it was because he desesperately wanted to change topic, but the blond boy opened his heart as he never did. 

                “Don’t ask stupid questions,” Levi scoffs playfully, “You know you’re not heavy.”

                He winces at the coughing, glancing down worriedly at Armin while his hands goes to rub up and down his naked back soothingly, palm flattening over the strained curves of his spine. God, he was skinny - not only visibly, but with his hand pressed against the bare flesh, Levi could feel every ridge of every bone, down his spine and his lower ribs.

                “You’re getting worse,” he mumbles with a shaking voice, head stooping down to rest against Armin’s, lips brushing his forehead. He knew his words were ineffective against the blond, and it harrowed him to know so - he was losing his best friend in the worst possible way. He’d given himself over to drugs and was wrapped around the little finger of addiction. All he could do was be there - be the one to stop the bleeding and deal with the aftermath and hold back his hair when he was sick at two in the morning, hoping that Armin knew how much he cared.

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“Well, I haven’t finished yet” Armin clarified, smiling tenderly at his lover. “The rose sacrificed its petals for a reason. It wanted the butterfly to build new wings with them. The insect would be smart enough to get the idea and that would ease the flower’s guild and made up its mistake. Nevertheless, on a really bright and beautiful day, the rose explained its intentions to the butterfly, and its answer wasn’t expected at all.”

“>”

“Ok, here we go” Armin settled in the bed, trying to keep Eren’s head as closer as he could, and then, he began to tell the story. “Once upon a time, in a forest far, far away, there was a little butterfly. Its wings were whiter than snow and they glittered in gold when sun touched them. It was flying recklessly deep in the woods, thinking about it’s stuff. And then, it saw the most beautiful thing it had seen in all its entire life.”

The blond boy cleared his throat and continued. “It was a rose, but not as many others. Its petals were the same colour as blood. It was really pretty, almost charming, divine. The butterfly couldn’t help itself to go towards it. It felt deeply in love with that flower. It had never seen such a beautiful apparition. The butterfly felt like its heart weight a million times more every inch it came closer to the flower. it was the greatest sensation it had felt. However, the rose was acting cold and distant, it commanded the butterfly to stop and go away, but it all was in vain. When the butterfly held the rose’s body with its wings, it realized why it had to stop. And now, it was too late.”

“The flower stem had really sharp thorns which tore the insect’s wings apart. The butterfly was dying from pain, but the flower felt it was breaking inside too, the guilt was too much to bear. The butterfly had lost its limbs and, with them, all its hopes and dreams to travel around the world, to fly across the sky. Every night since then, the rose bleds its own petals to keep its lover warm, just for one more night”

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Armin couldn’t help but laugh from the top of his lungs and just wrap his arms around his lover’s body as tigh as he could. He, however, squeezed his body so hard he ended up feeling breathless. “Eren, I cannot breathe!” he warned him between guffaws until he rested his face on his shoulder to cuddle against his neck and gave him some sort of space, still hugging him. 

The blond boy butied his face on his boyfriend’s neck too and took a very deep and soundly breath. He smelled like home, like wood and sand and ashes and safety. He even had a big of animal fragance, maybe because of his dog, who was a really cute German Sheppard. His aroma made Armin feel full of love. 

“Eren... can I...? Hum... Can I kiss you...? I really need to kiss you...” he whispered on his ear, his voice trembling from embarrassment. 

~Seashore

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Wait... Eren wanted to call him? To talk with him? To hear his voice saying that kind of stuff? It was a matter of luck that Armin’s heart didn’t give up in that exact moment and suffered a stroke or something like that, just a matter of luck. He breathed deeply a few times, in... and out... In...and out... To ease his fast heartbeats and his trembling hands. 

Ok, that is now or never. 

[text to: Handsome baby boo]

<<Sure. Do it>>

❤ [GO NUTS]

sᴇɴᴅ ❤ ғᴏʀ ᴍʏ ᴍᴜsᴇ ᴛᴏ ɢɪᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀs ᴀ ᴄʜᴇᴇsʏ ᴘɪᴄᴋ-ᴜᴘ ʟɪɴᴇ!

Are you adrenaline? Because you make my heart go faster and faster

It was my sister’s fault damn it Historia

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It took a couple of hours for Armin to open his eyelids. For him, it felt like it was a blink of an eye, he still felt a little tired, but not as much as before. His heart felt less heavy and he could, at least, move in bed without wanting to pant. He turned around his whole body and looked at his boyfriend for a long time. He was beautiful. Completely and absolutely beautiful. And he seemed so peaceful when he slept that filled his heart with joy and determination. God, he couldn’t ask for a better lover than Eren. 

Armin didn’t wanted to wake him up by the way, he probably was tired of being there. He always went to visit him, no matter what, and the blond boy feared that he was even skipping lunches, hours of sleeping and classes for the sake of being together in such a hard time like that. Armin knew he was a burden for everybody who loved him, that his illness was just going worse and he couldn’t do anything but wait. He tried not to, but sometimes he had to cry against his pillow to vent his fellings and shut up his fears. 

Like then. 

~Illuminated

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@seastormarmin tagged this trash bag (mun) for a selfie thingie. I’m so sorry you all have to look at my face. Look at that unbrushed trash hair.

I guess I’ll tag @cfkindness, @boygeniusarmin, @brighteyederen, @ari-rivaille-ackerman, and @hello-monochrome. Sorry if you’ve already done it or don’t want to! No pressure!