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How to Get to Know Your Characters

@lourek asked:

Okay so it’s me again. I have a problem, cuz I really don’t know my characters?? And I’d like to get to know them. I know this might sound stupid, but do you have a masterpost about best ways to get to know your own characters or would you be willing to make one? I’ve noticed that all those “answer these questions” things are pretty useful. Thank you, I still worship you, good bye

Not a stupid question at all! This is one of the most challenging and important parts of becoming a writer. Getting to know someone takes time and effort, and characters are no exception.

So without further ado, here are my go-to techniques for getting to know a character:

1. Ask yourself these basic questions:

How old are they mentally/spiritually? Do they have an old soul, or are they a perpetual kid at heart? Does their personality not coincide with their physical age?

What do they care about most in the world? What would they die for?

What are their interests? What books, movies, and shows do they read/watch religiously? What do they geek out over?

What’s the most embarrassing thing that ever happened to them? Have they told anyone? If so, who?

On that note, what is one secret they’ve never told anyone?

What was their childhood like? Was it happy? Tragic? Why or why not?

How many relationships do they have? How have they affected them?

What is their greatest fear?

What was the best thing that ever happened to them?

What was the worst thing that ever happened to them?

If you had to describe the character in one word, what is the first that comes to mind?

2. Once that’s done, get nosy.

Empty their pockets, backpack, or purse. Make a list of everything inside. What do they always take with them? Why?

Describe their bedroom. Is it neat, or messy? Is it minimalist? Cluttered? Are they neat, or messy by nature? Is there any artwork on the wall, any posters? Are there lots of books? A TV? Stuffed animals? Be as detailed as you want to be, and think about why your character has these things and what they say about them.

If they have one, describe their car. What kind of car do they drive? How does it correlate with their personality, their career? Do they keep any photos of loved ones? Are there lots of fast food containers?

We’ve already touched on this briefly, but think about their books. Write down at least ten titles on their shelf. Think about what genres they like, what authors, and why they might enjoy them.

What kind of movie genres do they like? What kind of TV shows? Why do they enjoy them? Do they have any guilty pleasures that they’d rather anyone not know about?

Take a look inside their closet. What kind of clothes do they wear? What’s their style? Can they afford the clothes they’d actually like to wear? Are they preppy? Is their closet organized, or is it a hot mess?

3. Get to know the family.

What are their parents like? Do they have a good relationship? Are they friends? Do they just plain suck? If so, why?

If they don’t have a good relationship with their parents, are there any parental figures that their close with? What are they like?

Do they have any siblings? Are they close? Are they protective of them, or vice versa?

What is their nationality? Do they have strong ties to their heritage, or could they care less?

What about their extended family? Do they have any weird relatives? (In my opinion, every character should have at least one weird relative. They are a lot of fun to write.)

4. Fill in the details.

Brainstorm random questions about your characters, their likes, dislikes, et cetera. Here are examples:

What is their favorite food?

Their favorite beverage?

Their favorite movie?

Their favorite book?

Their favorite TV show?

What is their dream job?

Do they keep a journal?

Do they have good handwriting, or is it illegible from excessive note-taking?

What’s their favorite color?

What’’s their favorite kind of weather? Do they like sunny days, or rainy ones?

Can they draw? Are they artistic in general?

What kind of romantic/sexual partner do they like (if they’re interested in that sort of thing at all)? Do they have a ‘type?’

What would their ideal date be (even just with friends)? Do they like generic dinner and movie-type stuff, or do they favor museums and plays?

What would their ideal afternoon look like?

Do they prefer TV or books?

Are they introverted or extroverted? Do they hate social gatherings, or thrive on them? Do they relish in alone time?

Coffee or tea?

Cats or dogs?

Do they eat breakfast? If so, what?

What’s their opinion on pineapple pizza?

5. Fill out some character sheets.

Simple character sheets are a great way to fill in the gaps and get to know your character. Though there are quite a few floating around on my favorite blogs, but here are a few examples:

There’s a “lazy person’s” character sheet here.

There’s a “how to create a memorable character” sheet here.

And there’s a “no effort” character sheet here.

Of course, the only way to truly get to know your character is to write about them. You never know how they’ll develop until you get going, and once you do, they’ll never cease to surprise you. Characters truly do gain lives of their own, so don’t give up and keep writing.

And in the meantime, I hope this helps! <3

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7 years ago

That's just both terrifying and interesting.

PLEASE TELL THE CHILDREN THE STORY OF MS. STUBELS

Grace fuck, why would you invoke her name like that???

Okay, fine, gather round children, buckle up because we’re going on a bumpy ride back to everyone’s collective least favorite place: 7th grade.

Some background: I went to a very small Catholic school. One class per grade (we were the largest with 19 kids), everyone knew each other whether they wanted to or not. Despite basically every teacher and faculty members insistence that we were The Best And Most Special Class In The School and that everyone loved having us, the longstanding 7th grade teacher Mrs. O’Hara decided to retire in the summer of 2008, meaning the school had to find us a new teacher for the upcoming year. This would be like, the first new teacher in the school in a while, and as she was getting the ‘best class’, it was viewed as a Big Deal. Somewhere in like July or August we got a letter announcing Mrs. Stubel, and it came with a list of books to pick for the summer reading, and that was basically all the information we had.

So…the first day of class. She seems nice enough. Very…ditsy, I guess? It was very easy for her to get herself off topic while talking. She constantly paced around the room, never staying in one spot for longer than a second, complaining she has restless leg syndrome. Which like, I’m sure she did, but she was in the middle of introducing herself and then went on a 20 minute tangent about restless leg syndrome without anyone prompting her. It was almost like you could see her scattered thoughts flying around her head.

So anyone, she eventually gives somewhat of an introduction- she had only taught in public schools before, and kept worrying she ‘didn’t know’ how to teach in a Catholic school despite the entire class insisting literally nothing was different, you just teach the curriculum, twice a week we have religion class with Sister Mary King, that’s literally it (she still talked over us in worry), she told us about her kids, she told us about her obsession with Emily Dickinson, stuff like that.

And then she hands us this worksheet.

She’s like, “Oh, these are just some basic questions for you to answer! Just so I can get to know you guys better!” like in lieu of an icebreaker game, which is fine, but…the questions. The questions were all “What is your most haunting fear?”, “What is your deepest regret?”, “Have you ever experienced the pain of loss?”, “What was your worst injury?”, “What was your worst nightmare?”, all questions like that, and then on the back she wanted us to draw a gravestone and write out what we wanted our epitaph to be.

We were twelve year olds, mind you.

Oh my God and one girl missed the first day because of her grandmother’s funeral, so when she came the next day and saw what the teacher was insisting she do for homework, she almost had a panic attack? And the lady still made her do it? Literally who wants to think about death anymore at a time like that omfg.

Okay, so then we get to the summer reading book reports, right? Now, she had given a list of maybe, 20 books that you could pick from, read it, and then present an oral report on it. You had to have notecards and you had to be able to answer questions from the class at the end. All in all, I’ve had worse projects.

So, on this list, she apparently put Madeleine L’Engle’s entire book series on the list…only she did not make it known that this was a series and not multiple stand alone books, so when reports started up it caused mass-panic of kids trying to put together plot points and make connections on what the hell they had read.

I was the only kid in the class who had chosen to read “A Wrinkle In Time”, and that has since lead to a series of events that…really actually scares me, I’m still incredibly freaked out, I’m not going to get into it right now because it’ll take away from the current story, but just know that I’m not above wondering if it only happened because I read the book for Stubel.

Anyway, so like, I got through the report okay. The class asking questions about it was fine, but the teacher kept asking questions that didn’t make sense, like, at all. My friend Angie has always had super neat handwriting and Mrs. Stubel got like, obsessed with her notecards and asked if she could borrow them for something. When we got our grades back a few weeks later, Angie had points taken off for not having notecards.

And then her teaching just…didn’t happen. She’d never stay on a topic, she’d always get herself distracted! We were not learning anything. And like, this wasn’t a class of advanced smart kids that loved to learn. By all accounts we should’ve been thrilled. But it got out of hand. It got to points where we had to start teaching lessons to ourselves, asking teacher from other grades for help, always coming home in tears, complaining constantly to our parents and the principal because this woman wasn’t teaching us anything. There were two kids who asked her multiple times for extra help, and she told them each time to ‘talk to me after school’, but then she’d leave immediately after school so they wouldn’t be able to talk to her. They finally brought up the issue in the middle of class and she had a breakdown, yelling about how nobody ever thinks that maybe the teacher has a lot of work to do, and maybe she’s entitled to taking off early, but when we tried to argue she shouldn’t schedule meetings and then break them off in the name of relaxation, she stormed out of the room and tried to get the principal to give us detention. (Which, like, our school didn’t even do, and she was the only one in the wrong during this situation) We are still in September at this point, and already at least ten kids have parents considering transferring them to another school. (And remember, there was only 19 of us, and most of the class had been together since preschool, so that was a big deal).

Then, she starts coming in with all the weird bruises. All the Moms™ immediately started gossiping that her husband had to be beating her, and that’s why she was so screwy in the head. But the way she talked about her husband made it seem like he *might* be dead, and we actually did witness her fall and smack her head into a doorknob once, so no one really knew what to believe. (Also, I’m not trying to imply that abuse would make someone crazy or ‘damaged’ or anything, this is just what was being said. I think they were trying to turn her into a more sympathetic character, because if you feel sorry for her you don’t have to hate her for frustrating your kids so much, and Hate Is A Bad Emotion.)

Also…this woman and Emily Dickinson.

She talked about Emily Dickinson every chance she could get. None of us knew who Emily Dickinson really was before she got there and you could see in her mind it was a capitol offense. She found out the curriculum didn’t have room to cover her (because like, we had a text book), and was way too upset about it. She started reading her poems whenever she found the time (usually somewhere in history class), and always gave us very detailed accounts about her dressing up as Emily and reading her poetry at the library.

Now, two things to note here:

The library did not hire her to do this. She would literally just get in the mood, put on an Emily Dickinson costume that she made by herself, drive to different libraries, and just read poetry out loud to everyone there until someone eventually asked her to leave.

The way she described these events…her tone, the look on her face, her posture…you could just tell that she was getting some sort of sexual gratification out of this? Like dressing up as Emily Dickinson in public and reading her sad poems is really what got this lady’s jollies rocking? Got her all hot and bothered? Which is…a lot, but why would you tell a bunch of seventh graders about it holy shit. What about that sounds like a good idea! What about that turns you back on!

So anyway, we learned a lot about Emily Dickinson against our will.

One of the Davids™ was reading a book for pleasure- which shouldn’t have been a shocker, a lot of kids always had books on them, but Stubel got really interested and asked if she could borrow it from him. He was like ‘sure, after I finish it?’ but she took it that day. He asked her for it back for like five weeks straight.

And…the strudels.

Okay, so the school was trying some dorky thing to promote ~togetherness~ or some virtue or something, I don’t remember the specifics of why, but each class had to make a huge themed poster and hang it on the wall outside the classroom. Which was like, whatever, not the most thrilling project but at least it allowed us to be productive vs just sitting there as the teacher runs about the room rambling about her family vacation from four years ago. Mrs. Stubel decided we needed a quirky nickname and after like three days of deliberation we were christened “Stubel’s Special Strudels”!

(points for alliteration or whatever, but no one actually voted for that and what exactly do strudels have to do with Catholicism? It became a big running joke amongst the kids)

Also, in case you were wondering, she didn’t explain the assignment correctly to us- so every other class had like these beautiful, artistic, well-themed and put together posters, while ours was just…literally a bunch of shit thrown together on paper. Nothing fit with each other, it was literally embarrassing to look at.

But then…she wouldn’t drop the strudel thing. Like she kept bringing it up. She got really into strudels and would just tell us random shit about them. Finally, someone jokes that we should get strudels one day for a party (like instead of a pizza party), and she’s Freaking Out and On Board. She really wants to buy us strudels and have a breakfast party now. She talked about it for like two days straight.

So like… you know in school when you would have a pizza party, usually the teacher would buy it? That’s how they always happened in my experience (not counting the last day of 10th grade when some kid had pizza delivered to the school for lunch but it didn’t get there until math class lol). But especially in grade school? Like if it wasn’t a PTA made party that’s super organized, the school would buy the food, right? Right?

Yeah, so she was like, if this is happening you guys need to give me the money. Just give me the money and then I’ll pick them up on my way to work!! And after some arguing some kids are on board. Strudels should only cost a couple dollars right?

And she’s like, oh no, I’m gonna get them from this high end bakery near my house so it’ll be special, but they’re not cheap and it’ll be a big order! I’m gonna need like fifteen dollars from each of you!

And at this point I’m just like…lady. Come on.

But she keeps insisting. She’s not gonna go until every student in class pays up.

And I’m like…I’m poor. I don’t even like strudel. And some of the less-naïve kids are siding with me.

And then she pulls that “you guys are just spoiling all the fun for your classmates” shit, like the naïve kids who already paid up, so it gets to the point where we just gotta cave and give her the money.

(I ended up stealing it out of my Crazy Bitch Aunt’s wallet so it’s whatever, I guess.)

And then of course, shockingly enough, every morning she was met with “where are the strudels?” and every morning she went wide eyed, slapped her forehead and yelled in embarrassed horror “I totally forgot! Tomorrow, guys, I promise!”

Honestly, with how scatterbrained and confused she always was…like to this day I can’t tell you with 100% certainty whether she hustled us or was just actually forgetting about the damn pastries, I choose to lean towards the hustled us side because that’s just the type of people I’m used to, but if I found out it was innocent forgetfulness I wouldn’t exactly be surprised.

She couldn’t handle more than one person talking at a time. Like, we’d have break periods, or group work, or something and all the talking made her go wide-eyed and batty. She’d look overworked and anxious and would be darting around the room trying to do work or something but she couldn’t focus and she’d yell at anyone who tried to talk to her directly. I remember one time she was using this boys desk for something so he asked “where am I supposed to sit?” and she snapped “Sit on the ceiling for all I care!”. And this kid was the Class Clown™ , so he immediately grabbed a chair in one hand and started climbing the bookcase to try and reach the ceiling. She’s standing right next to this and doesn’t even notice. He got all four chair legs planted on the ceiling and was trying to somehow maneuver his way into the chair (I really don’t know what the plan was exactly- he was really tall and it was a small building, so I think he probably had the idea that if he can get his body upside down and in the chair, and stretch out his arms like a hand-stand to hold onto bookcase, he could arguably sit on the ceiling.) but he slipped. Crashed into my desk and the two desks next to me, knocked over the book case, broke the chair in half and hit the desks with enough force to knock them down lower. It was hilarious. Everyone was loosing their shit cracking up (he was fine) and it still took Stubel like five minutes to notice his lying out across the desks right in front of her eyes. She was pissed but how did she miss any of it in the first place? She was barely being helpful in whatever it was she was trying to do.

This was the year the Phillies were going to the World Series, and all the grades were having a Phillies Rally in the cafeteria so a news crew was coming to the school and each class was supposed to come up with fun little cheers for them to broadcast. Multiple cheer ideas were presented to her and she vetoed all of them, someone even suggested just singing the damn eagles theme song with replaced words and calling it a day but she vetoed that too, she was very adamant that she could come up with a cheer all by herself and it’ll be the best one (whoever had the best cheer was winning like an ice cream day or something idk). And then like…literally five minutes before the rally she just hands us signs with the letters and was like ‘we’re just gonna spell out Phillies it will be cute won’t it my strudels???’. We were the weakest class there, predictably. I think we lost to the kindergarteners. There might still be a video online of me yelling “ i “ passionately at the top of my lungs. It was online bc our cheer was so bland the news crew cut it out of the broadcast.

I literally can’t say enough about how she never taught us anything. She’d be going on some tangent about how she doesn’t understand the science behind skiing, and I’d be like “Okay yes but please can you just tell me where Romania is on a map???” And she’d start fights whenever someone actually wanted to learn. It was so easy to get her angry but so hard for her to stay on topic. Kids started teaching the class themselves! Like seriously, she’d be rambling and one of us would just go up to the podium, open the teacher’s guide textbook and just start reading out loud and talking over her. By the time she noticed we’d be halfway through a lesson. And we understood it better than when she tried! You know something’s wrong when pre-teens are more qualified for a job than an adult who supposedly went to school for this.

We were in the church having run-throughs for our upcoming Confirmation and she almost set the church on fire…fifteen different times. In less than half an hour. How hard is it to hold a candle?

Okay, and here’s when stuff starts kicking up. It was October 28th, a Tuesday, and it was our last day of school that week because they were having parent-teacher conferences the rest of the week. So we were just hanging out, watching movies in class and reading (lord knows we weren’t learning), and Stubel calls me over to her desk.

So like, she had given everyone little bags with candy for Halloween, but I get up there and she hands me an extra one. And she’s like “Molly I know your birthday is tomorrow and I bought you a present but I left it on my coffee table this morning by accident! So just have the candy for now!”

And I’m like….”Ma’am I’m like, the sixth birthday this year. You didn’t give anyone else presents?”

And she goes “Oh, I know but this is a special secret surprise. I just know you’re gonna love it! Do you wanna stop by my house later this week to pick it up or should I just give it to you Monday after school?”

And like…In writing this sounds like a non-threatening exchange, and like, it was, but I felt so uncomfortable holy shit. I’m looking over my shoulder and shooting my friends SOS signals. Something about this felt so weird in my gut omfg. I told her thanks and I’d just see her Monday.

So we flash forward to Wednesday- my 13th birthday, the day the Phillies won the world series, and also the day my mother innocently strolled into the school for her meeting only to be met with screaming, the sound of heavy destruction, and the school secretary Mrs. Daily running at her in a panic, waving her arms and yelling “YOUR MEETING IS CANCELLED YOUR MEETING IS CANCELLED GET IN MY OFFICE NOW!”

So my poor mother, who thought she could handle this whole meeting in a few minutes and barely be an hour late for work, is now barricaded in the front office with the school secretary, as the noises from down the hall get louder and louder. The woman explains that they had gotten so many complaints about Mrs. Stubel that this morning, when she got to the school, the principal Sister Patricia called her in and said “Listen, we need you to be professional and still have the parent conferences, but we have to let you go. We just don’t think you fit in well here, and the kids need to come first and feel comfortable in their school.” and like, I’m paraphrasing because I wasn’t there, but we all know she was very polite and professional about it.

Mrs. Stubel, however…was not.

She flipped her chair and stormed out of the office, and locks herself in the seventh grade classroom. She started wrecking the shit out of that place, screaming obscenities and the top of her lungs, they had to call the cops on her! She was locked in there for almost an hour! And let me just give you a nice little list of everything she did in that classroom:

Smashed three windows.

Threw everything off her desk and carved swear words all over it.

Got cleaning fluid that she knew would damage the chalk boards, smeared it all over.

Cracked the chalk boards by repeatedly smashing chairs against them.

Wrote swear words all over the walls and on desks

Went into students desks, ripped up their books.

Stole my glasses. (which were in my desk bc I only used them in class at the time)

Threw some desks around.

Carved swear words into the boards. (there was so much carving I’m assuming she just had a knife on her person, which has to lead to the question, did she have a knife on her while she was in class with us?)

Physically ripped the hooks to hang backpacks on out of the wall.

Knocked the closet door off it’s hinges.

Ripped up all the books in the bookcases and threw their pages all around the room.

Wrote lewd phrases inside student’s desks.

Broke multiple chairs.

Used her podium as a battering ram against the wall that’s in front of where the backpacks go. (the wall won but Damage Was Inflicted)

Set a fire in the trash can.

When the principal and other teachers started trying to get in, she tossed her rolling chair at the door to scare them off.

She was screaming curse words at the top of her lungs the entire time, and cursing the school and the kids and the principal and the church in general, and the school building was small, so all the parents and the smaller children that had to come to the meetings (who were locked in their respective classrooms in fear) heard everything.

So much more? But it’s 4:30 in this morning and this list is already long.

So my mom is in the front office and deadass the

entire police force

shows up, running down the hallway to the classroom yelling at her to stop, and it takes a while for them to get her out holy shit. They knocked down the door and she tried to escape out of one of the broken windows! But they got her and dragged her out.

So of course, in such a small school with very involved parents this shit spread like wildfire. The entire town knew within the day. The poor principal called the newly retired old-seventh grade teacher and was like “So we…need some help” and the lady was like “I already heard I’ll be there Monday” omfg. I remember I got a text from one of my classmates saying “if your birthday wish was for us to be set free from the beast I love you” omfg.

So, we eventually go back to school on Monday and everyone’s buzzing. The principal has us go to the cafeteria and she ‘delicately’ explains the situation, and that the old teacher is coming out of retirement for us, the school has a restraining order against Mrs. Stubel now and that she’s sorry we had to deal with this mess. Our classroom had to go under some heavy reconstruction before we could be let back in there, so for like two weeks we alternated between the cafeteria and the preschooler’s classroom, we had no books or anything, just provided loose-leaf paper and pens. It was like, surreal, but everyone was just so happy to be rid of her and to be in the presence of a competent teacher omfg. We eventually were able to get back into our usual classroom.

It took a while for things to go completely back to normal, though. After the big spectacle she made, for weeks after she was fired we were all very scared of the possibility of Mrs. Stubel returning to the school with a gun in hand. It was always a topic we whispered about at lunch with wide eyes and shivers. Like…genuine nightmare scenario.

About two weeks after she was fired, a boy in the back of the classroom gasped loudly during SSR, and when we all looked at him, he whispered in anger “She never gave us our freakin’ strudels!”

About three months after she was fired, we were lined up at the door to go to Library when a few of us looked through the windows and saw something darting through the trees. It was fast and we couldn’t make anything out, so we let it drop. When the class and teacher returned half and hour later, the book she had borrowed months before from one of the boys was sitting on his desk. It was just laying there, the room was silent, nothing had been disturbed…but I have never seen a book look so threatening. People were freaking out. Someone kept insisting that she turned the book into a bomb. No one figure out how she got in the school, and no one could figure out how she got it on the right desk, as we had switched the seating arrangement since she had last been there.

A full six months after she had left, it was nearing the end of the school year and our class was dicking around during our last computer class. Someone found a website (that we weren’t allowed to be on) that pulls up any police records attached to whoever’s name you enter, so someone decided to search Mrs. Stubel as a joke. We ended up finding out she had like six DUI’s.

Aaaaand that’s the story of the horrendous teacher I had for two months in 7th grade. One of my favorite party stories but tbh she still haunts me™ .

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englishjanitorfish-blog

8 years ago

THEORY ABOUT REINER, BERTHOLDT, AND ANNIE'S TRUE OBJECTIVES

THEORY ON REINER, BERTHOLDT, AND ANNIE’S TRUE OBJECTIVES

WARNING- THIS THEORY CONTAINS HEAVY SPOILERS DO NOT READ UNLESS YOU ARE FULLY CAUGHT UP ON THE MANGA UP UNTIL CHAPTER 75

We know the short story of Reiner, Bertholdt, and Annie’s true objective: to obtain the coordinate and kill all humans within the walls, although it seems that they no longer want or need to do the latter.

Reiner, Bertholdt, and Annie all seem very morally ambiguous: they kill many people, but they have shown great care for people as well. The only logical conclusion would be that they have a much more noble goal in mind (at least they think they do), but they can’t tell people within the walls for some reason. Not only that, but Grisha Jaeger, who we know is a very nice and caring man, chose not to tell anyone about whatever he had in his basement: the people who know the truth about this world choose not to tell others, and for a good reason, NOT because they are evil. Supported by that along with plenty of evidence and logic, my theory, summed up, is that Reiner, Bertholdt, Annie, and the Warriors’ true intention is to turn all titans back into humans.

I will elaborate on why they can’t tell the people living in the walls this, but keep in mind that this goal makes a lot of sense; it would be worthing kill off a portion, or even everyone inside the walls if all titans could turn back into humans and humanity could regain control of the world. But let’s start from the beginning with everything we know: we know that their part of their plan was to kill all of humanity inside the walls, but that is no longer necessary:

However, their true objective is much more noble than what it may seem.

First off, we know that these “Warriors” seem rather desperate for the Coordinate, as they are willing to kill their own comrades and many other people to get to it. Even the Beast Titan seems to think that obtaining it should come before all else.

Off of this fact, we are going to assume that the Coordinate’s powers are even more powerful than the Beast Titan’s powers- after all, why would the Beast Titan and the other Warriors be so desperate to get the Coordinate if nobody is using it and they already have something more powerful?

And just what are the Beast Titan’s powers exactly?(we’re assuming that the Coordinate has at least all the same powers as the Beast Titan, and likely more)

We know that he

can turn humans into titans, as shown by the Ragako village incident

and can also command other titans to do as he wants.

However, he also has an ability which we have not directly seen, but can be deduced by using logic. Given everything we have seen so far, it is clear that the Beast Titan can not only turn humans into titans, but titans back into humans as well. And in order to deduce this, we have to look at the most recent story arc: the battle of Shiganshina. Here, we can see that he gathered an army of non-shifter titans.

As we can see in the first picture, there is a line of explosions right where the titans appear.

From what we’ve seen all throughout the story, it is rather obvious that those explosions were humans transforming into titans.

These titans look rather deformed and show no real signs of being shifters. From this we can deduce that these were humans that the Beast Titan transformed into titans, similar to what he did with Ragako village.

Now the question becomes, where did Zeke(Beast Titan) get all these humans? Did they come along willingly? Were they forced? Are they Warriors, or from the same village as them?

To answer these questions, we have to look at how they were arranged in the formation, and when they got into formation.

The titans are clearly arranged by size, alternating inbetween small ones and large ones:

this means that either the Beast Titan knew what their titan forms were ahead of time, or that they knew what their forms were ahead of time and told him.

As previously concluded, it is highly unlikely that they are shifters, so they most likely did not know what their titan forms looked like ahead of time, as they would have no way of knowing.

It is also possible that the Beast Titan intentionally turned some humans into large titans and others into small ones, but there does not appear to really be a reason why he would turn humans into 3 meter titans as opposed to 15 meter titans, so we can rule that possibility out.

This means that the Beast Titan somehow knew what their titan forms would look like ahead of time, and not the humans themselves. And since they aren’t shifters, the only plausible reason of why he would know what their titan forms are beforehand is that all these humans were previously normal, mindless titans.

The Beast Titan has clearly transformed the titans in the surrounding area into humans, and then back into titans once the battle started.

This explains why the Survey Corps couldn't’ find single titan in the area once they reached Shiganshina:

There is also more evidence to support the idea that they were previously normal titans in the area, but were transformed into humans and then back into titans, but it is a whole separate theory on its own, but what it comes down to is that a titan who has been a titan for a long period of time, but then becomes a human, will have a titan form of their original, deformed titan; like Ymir, while Eren’s very first titan form (when he hate his father) and his new titan form are completely different, like how his new form is muscular and well formed. You can look at the same thing with other shifters, and there is more evidence to support it, but I will not get too off track into it. The point is, it makes sense that these titans were titans for a long period of time, were turned into humans, and then turned back into titans.

Even without that side-theory though, it is still rather clear that these humans were originally titans in the surrounding area.

And if that’s true, then that means that the Beast Titan can transform titans into humans. And with what we previously concluded- that the Coordinate’s powers are even stronger than the Beast Titan’s powers-

then that means the Coordinate can turn titans back into humans as well.

This is the reason why Reiner, Bertholdt, Annie, and Zeke are so desperate for the coordinate: they want to turn all titans back into humans.

But if the Beast Titan can already turn Titans into humans, then why doesn’t he just do that already?

To answer this question, we have to look at the behavior of the humans that the Beast Titan turned back, as well as the powers of the Coordinate.

The humans that the Beast Titan transformed from titans:

But if we look at the timing of the formation, we can see that they got ready at least…

5 minutes ahead of time- according to the ingenious Commander Erwin Smith.

But then we see that those humans were not in formation at all, and are nowhere to be seen:

There are no humans or titans in the background where they would be in at least 5 minutes. It could easily be more than 5 minutes, but not much more, as the Survey Corps was approaching swiftly. For the sake of convenience, we will say 10 minutes.

But if those humans were able to get into such an organized formation within just 10 minutes, they either must have been trained ahead of time, or were controlled by Zeke.

But how long were those humans waiting there? Well, we know that the Zeke, Reiner, and Bertholdt were waiting for at least a month before the Survey Corps arrived:

But we don’t know where those humans were hiding- and there were a LOT of them, but we see no indication of where they are: the land appears to be rather open, so they can’t hide outside in plain sight, so they are likely hiding inside of the walls like Reiner did, inside of the houses shown there, or where in the crates/barrels the Quadruplet Titan was carrying like Bertholdt. First off, there is only one barrel with breathing holes, and it was for Bertholdt:

So it is unlikely they were in there; they all probably couldn’t fit in there anyways. As for the walls and the houses: they could all fit within either of those places likely without having any problems, but could that many people all just stay inside of concentric walls for a month without any problem? As long as their minds are functioning properly or they are conscience, probably not. And if they were in the houses, then isn’t it odd that none of them are outside doing anything? It wouldn’t be if they were not conscience or were not thinking properly.

Therefore, wherever they were, the humans likely did not have much thought, memory, or were not very conscience.

It is possible that the Beast Titan could have simply summoned the titans last minute, turn them into humans, and then back into titans again, but then why would he even turn them into humans in the first place? It is also possible that he could have summoned the titans from nowhere at all, but this is very unlikely, as it does not follow physics, and there were no titans in the surrounding area, so he likely got them from the surrounding area. So if these humans did not possess much thought,then it is likely the case for ALL the humans that the Beast Titan transformed from titans. This means that the Beast Titan can’t turn titans back into normal, thinking, functioning human beings.

This is why he wants the Coordinate; to turn all titans back into normal humans who can think and function correctly.

Not only that, but the Coordinate can alter people’s memories: he likely may also plan on doing something with this.

It is possible that the Beast Titan can control the minds of the humans he transformed from titans- this could be how they got into formation so quickly. However, it is also possible that he could have simply trained them ahead of time and told them to get into formation, so we don’t know for sure if he can do that.

So the Warriors plan on taking the coordinate in order to transform all titans back into humans, and then using the coordinate for something else- perhaps altering humanity’ s memory.

But then why would Reiner, Bertholdt, and Annie refuse to tell the Survey Corps that? It is likely because the Survey Corps would object to having their memories altered, or the Warriors fear that they would misuse the Coordinate in some way. But then why did Reiner, Bertholdt, and Annie originally have to kill all humans within the walls? It is very likely that it was an attempt to get the person with the Coordinate to reveal him/herself; if they broke the walls, then surely the person with the Coordinate would transform to save him/herself and other people, right? And after they found him/her, they could just stop breaking the walls, because according to Bertholdt, they do not at all want to kill all these people. This was their plan; and it worked, too. Reiner, Bertholdt, and Annie broke Wall Maria, but nothing happened- no signs of the shifter possessing the Coordinate. For the next 5 years, they infiltrated the military and tailed Wall Cultists, trying to find information there. But when that failed, they were forced to attack Trost. This time around, it worked- a 15 meter tall, muscular titan went around rampaging, killing other titans with knowledge of their weak spot on the napes of their necks. It seemed possible, or even likely, that this titan was the shifter who possessed the Coordinate. And that turned out to be the case, therefore, there was no need for Reiner to transform into the Armored Titan and break Wall Rose. But this is just a theory, and after all, we are still lacking a huge amount of information, specifically about the Coordinate. In fact,

The Coordinate likely has much more powers than what we think it has- just like the Beast Titan. So the most likely reason of why the Warriors don’t want the Survey Corps to know their objective is that the Survey Corps likely would object to, or disagree with whatever they plan on doing with the Coordinate.

This most certainly does not mean that Reiner, Bertholdt, Annie,and Zeke are evil: they’re trying to free a huge amount of people from being titans, after all, but they also know a lot more about the titans, the walls, and the history of the world compared to the Survey Corps.

But in conclusion, we know that the Beast Titan can turn titans into humans, the Coordinate can turn titans into humans, and that Reiner, Bertholdt, Annie, Zeke, and the rest of the Warriors’ true objective is to turn all titans back into humans. If this is true, then they are certainly not at all evil, but just fighting for the greater good.

However, there is still a large amount that we don’t know about. Keep in mind that this is all a theory, and we don’t know anything for sure for the time being.

This is being written after chapter 79 has been released, but before chapter 80 has been released.

If you mention or use this theory somewhere, please give credit to me, GoodGuyReinerBraun.

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