#armintributeweek

ARMIN TRIBUTE WEEK: JUNE 24 - 30, 2018

Rules ○ Q&A

You guys voted for your favorite prompts, now here are the results!

Day 1: Reflection

Day 2: Growth 

Day 3: Reincarnation

Day 4: Adventure

Day 5: Haircut

Day 6: Love

Day 7: Happiness

To celebrate the week, each day is given a prompt where participants can upload/submit their AMVs, cosplays, fanfics, fanarts, graphics, gifs, metas, or any creative medium on Tumblr. Everyone is free to play around with the themes, so long as they somehow relate to the topic.

Remember to place one of the following tags on your post so that we can track your work:

#arminweek #armintributeweek #arminarlertweek

You can even tag the blog directly to ensure that we see it. Late submissions are accepted. 

((wooohoo it’s that time of year again. Time to get some Armin love up in here. Today’s prompt, reflection, so here I go I hope it is good.))

So this was it. Here he was, talking to a crystal that never talked back. Even when he wished it could. Was this like what Reiner, Annie, and Bertholdt did? Or was it worse? Better? How the hell was he supposed to know. Everything was wrong, everything he believed in was gone. It was no longer them as good people...what where they then? He hadn’t questioned himself this much since the rebellion.

“Eren...who are you?” Armin questioned himself silently. His best friend had changed over the years, maybe it was the stress of the war with Marley, maybe it was something else. He didn’t know. What Eren did, he couldn’t see a justification, and what is more, he actually helped in the attack orchestrated by his best friend’s older half brother, and Sasha was dead.

Maybe he had been a bad friend and not tried hard enough to change Eren’s point of view, or maybe he had pushed him away by trying to hard. He wished he could help his friend in some way, but people were never going to forget or forgive what Eren had done.

Maybe if he hadn’t blown up that Marley fleet and their harbor...no..that would only have given Marley time to trap them or launch a counter attack. That didn’t change how horrible he felt killing all those people. Even if they were soldiers, one of them was no more than a child. He wished he could do something to take it back, but he just couldn’t.

Maybe what he had said about becoming what you fight was true...but that had been before he learned they were fighting other human beings. He wanted more than anything for this not to be the case. However, there was nothing to change what he did.

Armin Arlert Week: Hero

Chapter 82: “A hero is a man who is afraid to run away.”

-English Proverb

The ocean...it’s not just in stories...it’s real

for armin arlert tribute week day 5: ocean