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CANONIZING ANNIE LEONHARDT and ARMIN ARLERT ( @astutior​ ): platonic (???) relationship

And my death is not my death, but a pillow beneath my head, a rock propping the window open to admit the jasmine.

   -   Li-Young Lee, from “Spoken For”

      To Annie, who used to watch the world from the stance of a fistfight, interacting with this kid was a practice bout. Slow. Significant. Each time, they would finish having seen through one more feint the other person used, having found out one more weakness the other person hid (or didn’t hide). A circle around each other. A careful dance. A balancing act. And each time, they would walk away knowing that this would not be their last match. Each time. Until all their feints were gone. Until all their weaknesses, they found. Until all the chips were down.

      But before then, Annie would enjoy talking to Armin Arlert, enjoy teasing him, enjoy the silence he respected and enjoy the respect he earned from her. 

      Until their last match. 

      Whenever that would be.

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@erleidn​

I’ve already posted Lady Lazarus and a whole lot of others for annie a while back, and I’m pretty sure you’ve read T.S. Eliot stuff like five times each, so…. let us see…

For both my ANNIE LEONHARDT and erleidn’s MIKASA ACKERMAN

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

         - e.e. cummings, from poem of same title.

love is more thicker than forgetmore thinner than recallmore seldom than a wave is wetmore frequent than to failit is most mad and moonlyand less it shall unbethan all the sea which onlyis deeper than the sealove is less always than to winless never than aliveless bigger than the least beginless littler than forgiveit is most sane and sunlyand more it cannot diethan all the sky which onlyis higher than the sky

         - e.e. cummings, [love is more thicker than forget]

That was the day we first realized we didn’t fullyknow our names, yours or mine, and we left quietlyamid the gray snow falling. Twilight had already set in.

          - john ashbery, from “Crossroads in the Past”

One war-winter as I lay sick an enormous icicle grew outside my window. Neighbor and harpoon, memory without explanation.

         - tomas tranströmer, “Six Winters 3”

@brazcns is not alone                                                                 annie leonhardt starter

      If she were in Marley, right about now people would be falling to their knees at the sight of her. Piss-faced military officers would be hurriedly coming up with digestible, party-line-following explanations and praises while cursing themselves for not getting to her in time to hide her, get a report from her, experiment on her, make some kid eat her, and dispose of her body. Suggestions about sainting her would be circulating. Weeping Eldian mothers would be bringing babies for her to bless. A fucking miracle and all that.

      But instead, her crystal cracked where it had apparently been sitting for the past four years straight, on a day when no one had time to check on a hibernating girl while she lay limp on the floor, unable to move her rubbery bones. She heard a faint, distant roar, like a mini populist uprising or whatever.

CHARACTER: ANNIE LEONHARDT

RESULT: You are a Great White Shark!

You prefer to work alone. You enjoy the occasional surprise visit and roam just about anywhere you please, though you prefer warmer climates. You’re private about your personal life and aim to keep it that way.

tagged by: me. i made this. booya

RESULT for ANNIE LEONHARDT: Earth

Earth magic draws on the power and energy within the land itself. Earth magic comes from two major domains: the stone, minerals, crystals, and gems of the land, and the flora and fauna of the living world. Creatures connected to the Earth are patient, sometimes stubborn, and care deeply about the history and balance of the natural world.

tagged by: @astutior

@seafever​ is not alone (annie leonhardt starter call)

Medusas and coral live far from here. Our dream bracelets grasp crumbling walls. How many years since someone knocked?

     --        GAZMEND KAPLLANI, FROM “THUS SPOKE THE STRANGER”

      Annie had expected, upon entering this hibernation state, to be, in a sense, dead to the world and its goings on, but it felt to her more like the state between sleep and half-sleep - feeling things slightly but weaving them into dreams, hearing sounds as if in water just for them to fall away from her mind a nebulous thought later. 

      Once, she walked on a cooling lava-bed, the bright-orange light of the heat peeking out of cracks in the black, glassy rock. Hotter, hotter, it whispered, but the person walking beside her scolded it (in a familiar voice), saying "Don't make the fire too hot - it might not do anything to the crystal but the crystal will for sure conduct enough heat to hurt her body!"

      (She didn't pay any of them attention - just focused on stepping over each seam of molten mineral, placing her feet carefully on each patch of sturdy basalt. The glow of the lava lit the insides of her eyelids, though it was already dusk. She kept on walking. One foot. Then another.)

      Another once, she was a hive mind of coral in the ocean, doing nothing except waiting for the night to come, the algae in her to stop producing food from sunlight, and her polyps to emerge and filter plankton from the seawater. An ugly fish or two poked at her, trying to get at some tasty snail hiding itself in the nooks and crannies of her branches. "The acid's not working on it," one huffed in exasperation. "Of course it isn't," the other replied cheerfully (in a familiar voice). "We keep corrosives in bottles made of glass, you know. But it was worth a shot, wasn't it? Given that the mineral might have actually been an organic compound. Sugar's an organic compound, after all. But this material seems more diamond than sugar."

      She forgot them, mostly.