The Stars Guide Us

((Independent Marco Bodt RP Blog || Mult-fandom + OC friendly || Multi-ship || Come talk to me peeps!)) Corner image by miyajimamizy tracking: coppereyedcutie

[getsuyuubyou]

AU where everything’s the same except when they finally reach Eren’s basement there is only a ball pit in a large empty room.

[askerwinvoice]

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If my pick up lines don’t woo them, my eyebrows will!

[officialeren-deactivated2016080]

ERWIN

[junjouchara]

THESE WENT FROM SO CHEESY TO WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK

[coppereyedcutie]

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45.

“I feel so alone.”

[kxrstein-deactivated20161212]

{♚}

"Marco... Never say that ever again. Please. There's no reason to feel alone because I'm here for you no matter what, okay?"

[coppereyedcutie]

"Yes, of course. I know. And on the flip-side, I'm always here for you if you need anything, okay?"

[solvatochrome]

五目飯

[jimmynovakisaved-archive]

send me a ship and I’ll tell you who:

makes the bed in the mornings

has sole posession of the T.V. remote

stays up until 2am reading

is the bigger cuddler

does the laundry

mows the lawn

is better at budgeting

instigates the sex 

[coppereyedcutie]

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45.

“I feel so alone.”

[kxrstein-deactivated20161212]

{♚}

"Marco... Listen. If you have anything to say, just tell me, I- don't look like that. Please."

[coppereyedcutie]

"It's nothing -- just having one of those days. Woke up on the wrong side of the bed, so to speak, haha. Sorry if I worried you..."

[attackontitans]

"I don’t think any of us are going to survive this. I’ve come to accept my pending demise. I just wanted my death to mean something."

[attackontitans]

SnK Alphabet ↳  D for Despair requested by anonymous

[bearflock]

Eren inviting his friends to a road trip and then everything got intense.

(it was fun drawing everyone’s faces xD)

BONUS:

As promised with Levi (sorry that it’s so short… haha, short, hahaha… haa °|-D)

This strip took my nerves and my soul. ö_ö

(please tell me if something’s wrong with my english! ♥)

[sarkuroo]

okay but can we talk about how Jean went from

a cute, chubby, lil bb

to

a hot preteen

to

a tall, handsome, piece of hot damn? 

[paigeinabook22]

[kimiooon]

aaa I really want to do this! I hope you guys don’t mind ?

[reluctantheroarlert-blog]

Armin was smiling as the tea was set in front of him. Marco’s kindness reminded him of his parents when Armin was sick as a child.

"It means a lot that you took the time to take care of me. I don’t mean to ask too much." He said, lifting the tea cup and blowing on the steam before taking a small sip. The hot liquid coated his throat, helping the cough go down.

[coppereyedcutie]

"Well, it's not really a problem or anything," Marco said, scratching his cheek. He liked helping people. If one of his friends was in distress and there was something he could do, he'd do it.

"Besides, I've got nothing else to do today, so keeping you company is probably the best way to spend my time," Marco explained, laughing a little afterward.

[coppereyedcutie]

"Marco!" -hugs just because-

"Hey, Armin, what’s up?!"

[reluctantheroarlert-blog]

"It is… Do you ever get sick? Or catch colds easily?" Armin asked Marco, smiling.

[coppereyedcutie]

"I don't get sick often, but when I do, it feels more like the plague rather than a cold," Marco said, shuddering. "I guess in a sense, it evens out...but rather miserably."

[coppereyedcutie]

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45.

“I feel so alone.”

[kxrstein-deactivated20161212]

{♚}

"Marco, what are you saying? I'm right here."

[coppereyedcutie]

"Yeah, but...I dunno. Sometimes I feel alone even if there's a crowd."

[xkirstein-deactivated20140728]

"Most people abandon their bunks when it’s time to eat; we can try to start the plan tomorrow morning or maybe around dinner time. We’d have to act fast though -– so no one will notice we’re gone for long. ‘Sides, you’re one to socialize enough for people to notice you’re gone, so you might wanna leave a bit earlier than I do."

[coppereyedcutie]

"That's a very good point. In that case, I'll swap some around in the morning while people are too incoherent to notice, and then you can finish up the rest in the evening. I'll try to keep everyone distracted for as long as possible. I think that should give us more than enough time to swap everything."

[coppereyedcutie]

((Out of all the bad habits I should break, I think the habit I've sunken into where I stay up all night disturbed from watching documentaries on Jonestown, and then trying to write to take my mind off of it but fail because seriously what the fuck cults are scary is one of the most prominent ones I should work on.))

[coppereyedcutie]

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[text]: just wanted to remind u that

[text]: ur face tastes awesome

[text]: and don let aNY BODY tell u it doesn’t

[text]: cuz they’re lyyyyiiiiiing

[sciatha]

"Marco, please kindly shut up for a second, will ya?" Jean sealed his boyfriend’s lips with a forceful kiss. The stupid shit coming out of his mouth wasn’t bearable for the blond. Hearing Marco talk as if he was going to leavy any moment, as if Jean was leaving him behind like a used and broken toy. His heart twisted and cold spread in his stomach. Marco was feeling like shit. Jean hadn’t acted well enough to give him safety and ensure him that, in fact, he loved him. That had to be changed, and he knew exactly how. Jean Kirschstein cupped his boyfriend’s face and whispered a few hoarse words. "I love you to the fucking moon and back." His lips followed behind the words, and he captured the other’s soft pink mouth with his. Jean conquered him with ease, and oh Marco was sweet and forgiving for all his mistakes and blindness. Their tongues savoured each other, dancing shyly before finding their partners. Deep moans escaped Jean and fled into Marco, hiding in his body and vibrating through all his fibers. He broke the kiss a few seconds after, unwilling, but it was necessary. Jean surveyed Marco with his amber eyes, glowing from lust and love and affection to the perfect being caught in the jail of his arms, bars of flesh. "Never say that again. I won’t stop loving you, Marco. You are all I ever wanted and more than I deserve. You are air in my lungs and fuck, this is so cheesy." Jean coughed and cleared his throat. His fingers dug into Marco’s shoulder, the left hand drawing lines onto his tender throat. Jean fought a battle against his pride and it was incredibly hard to win and swallow the stupid thing down. He opened his mouth again, new words insinuating into Marco’s unbelieving ears. "Of fucking course you are clingy. I am, too. I never wanna let ya go. I don’t even wanna sleep ‘cause that takes your face away from me. Fuck, I’ll stop the talking now. Wanna - " He tried to asked ‘wanna make out’ but that was probably totally insensitive.

[coppereyedcutie]

The words Jean spoke were unlike anything he’d ever heard come from the blond’s mouth. They were beautiful, and each one made Marco’s breath catch in his throat. What could he even say in response? He wanted to express his gratitude for somehow winning over a guy like Jean, but no words formed in his mind. Every time any possible adjective was at the tip of his tongue, Jean would say or do something that made the word so insignificant, it was only an insult. It wasn’t like Marco hadn’t had past relationships. None of them made him feel the way Jean did. Jean was special.

Despite the fact that Marco had allowed Jean to dominate him, a newfound confidence fueled his desire. The way Jean’s tongue danced oh so heavenly around his was a feeling Marco couldn’t shake. It was pure bliss, and when Jean parted, it felt like some sort of crime. Marco stared lovingly at Jean, his copper eyes needy and hungry. He craved more of Jean’s plush, gentle lips that had a special talent of driving him crazy in every good sense of the word.

“Jean…” Marco said, practically whispering, “talk all you want. I love the sound of your voice.” What Marco said was completely true. To him, Jean’s voice had a certain cadence to it. It was a sound that calmed Marco; it made him feel safe and secure. Marco brought his hand up to Jean’s cheek. He gently ran his thumb around the blond’s soft skin, and a gentle, quiet laugh escaped his lips. His hand trailed up behind Jean’s head as he ran his fingers through blond locks of hair. A small, content smile formed on Marco’s face.

“I can’t get over how handsome you are. Not that it’s a problem. In fact, you’re everything I’ve ever dreamed of.” Marco knew that what he said was probably overly flirty and cheesy, but he didn’t care. He wanted Jean to know just how much he loved him. It was just an urge that Marco couldn’t resist, as was the next thing he did. He shyly closed the distance between their lips. Jean couldn’t be the one initiating everything, after all. He gently ran his tongue across Jean’s lips, savoring the sweet sensation. He enjoyed the feeling of their tongues sliding against and around each other, and a low moan that he’d been trying to withhold finally escaped his mouth. His shy, soft kissing gradually got a little more rough. He didn’t know if he was pushing it too far, and he knew that pulling away would probably be a good idea. However, he couldn’t bring himself to part from the euphoric kiss. Rather, he chose to indulge in a feeling that completely took his mind off of the happenings of earlier that morning and the night before.

[captainshawty-blog]

　　"Don’t bother apologizing." His teeth sank into his tongue to prevent him from hissing in pain. "A ‘sorry’ isn’t going to cut it." He wasn’t one to care for apologies; what had been done was done. Words could never patch a physical wound, after all. Besides, he had worse. The only thing Marco had to apologize for, if apologies were accepted, was catching him off guard. This was one of the few times he had underestimated someone.

　　But still, he didn’t know what provoked him. They were talking about something (something that was the least of his worries now) when he mindlessly said “you can make as many stab wounds as you want.” And the pain will always be temporary were the following words he was going to say but never had a chance to, because the next thing he knew, he was bleeding like a bitch. It was just a saying; he didn’t think Marco would actually test it out. "What made you do that?" he asked, figuring it was better for him to be civil than stress himself out by giving a lecture on how it was not okay to fucking stab someone.

[coppereyedcutie]

"To be honest, I don't know what was going through my mind," Marco answered, applying pressure to the wound. It sounded like a lie, but it was the truth. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't connect the dots. They were having a conversation, and the next thing Marco knew, the knife he held was bloody, and Levi's shoulder was bleeding. It wasn't that Marco believed he was innocent. He knew what he'd done.

"There's no rhyme or reason behind what I did," Marco stated. It wasn't the first time something like that had happened. It was rare, but there were a few occasions where he'd gone into a daze mid-conversation, but he never stabbed someone. "I don't know how to explain it. While you were talking, I guess I zoned out...and the next thing I knew, I was yanking the knife out of your shoulder." He truly felt guilty. Never in his life would he consider harming another human in such a way, especially if they'd done nothing wrong. Marco took the blood-soaked rag away and began cleaning the access blood away. "I'll take whatever punishment you have in mind."