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JEAN THAT WASN’T EVEN SMOOTH I DOn’T KNOW WHTA THAT WAS JFC

hello does my 2am inconsistent art seduce you

Guess who’s doing a give away! I wanted to celebrate all of you lovely followers (WOW 400!) So I might as well spread some mediocre art love around. This is my first give away, so don’t hurt me or anything. For first place: I’ll do the winner a full body, fully colored character or characters of their choice. I can do your ship, your muse, your mun, and basically anything. Backgrounds are a maybe, but most likely you’ll get one. (Sorry that the example I gave you is really poorly colored. I just wanted something as an example, I’ll spend more time on the final product.) Second Place: A fully colored bust of any character or person you want, or even a bust of your ship, muse, etc, etc. The characters don’t have to be from SnK! This is for everyone, and all fandoms are welcome. You choose the character, I’ll see what I can do. Rules:

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Have your ask box open. This is how I will contact you if you’ve won. I’ll also tag your URL in a post announcing the winners. You have 3 days to respond, or I’ll choose another winner in your place.

The Give Away ends on December 8th. That’s a whole two weeks from when I’m posting this. Any reblogs or likes after that will obviously not count. I’ll appreciate you, though.

Go nuts, guys. I would do drawings for every single one of you if I could. Even if you don’t win this time, I’ll do more if this goes well. So spread it around! Please, I need to have an actual fair amount of people for this to even matter! Thanks, everyone! It means a lot.

freckledjustice

Counting Freckles // heldwiderwillen, freckledjustice

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█ It was both the cheesiest and most unbelievable thing he could possibly think of; learning, discovering things about one another that no one else but them would know—hopefully ever, if Jean was to be completely honest. Cheesy as all get out because it was something you’d read in those stupid romance novels; amazing because the prospect itself, when faced with it, was unlike any of sensation one could imagine. And he really couldn’t have fathomed this sort of thing possible.

Everything about it sounded idiotic and if he ever told someone like Connie how the freckled enigma made him feel, he’d get laughed at for days—weeks even. And that bald bastard would probably go around telling everyone and their sisters that Jean Kirschstein was an idiot in love with the Saint Marco Bodt.

Really, the prospect of such a thing was enough to make him shudder; although, remembering their earlier conversation and the fact that he didn’t want to hide shit for long, it’d only be a matter of time before people like Connie, Sasha, or Jaeger were teasing the ever living fuck out of him for being such a sap. In a way, it bothered him, but at the same time he couldn’t be found to give two fucks what was said when the truth came to the table.

So long as harmful words weren’t directed towards Marco—he didn’t care for it towards himself—he didn’t give a damn. Because they probably didn’t have someone to do this with; someone to hold when it got cold, someone to… relieve certain frustrations with. Yeah. He was pretty lucky, in his opinion.

And he couldn’t help but chuckle at Marco’s response; Jean always felt more at ease around the older male, even far before now, no matter what the situation or place. The freckled teen was like his salvation, almost. “The closest I’ve got was kissing this girl when I was five, some time around the holidays.” The memory made him smile almost, thinking of what could almost be called a more simple time.

”I always thought I’d be some girl’s prince or somethin’, you know? I brought her flowers and kissed her cheek; that didn’t go as well as I’d hoped.” And now he was blushing, remembering how the little girl had slapped him and ran off to who knows where. Five year old Jean had about as much luck with girls as… Well, fifteen year old him. Admittedly, he was a little ashamed, but as he was coming to find he had better luck with freckled boys, apparently. Not that it was a bad thing, of course.

Jean damn near started purring as Marco’s hand crawled up his back; it wasn’t something he’d ever been aware of himself, but it seemed he was… fairly sensitive on his back and shoulders. In return, he let his teeth drag along the freckled skin experimentally, to see what kind of reaction he could pull from it. So far, he mused, Marco’s neck seemed to be rather sensitive itself.

freckledjustice

Marco was a trusting sort of person, but that also made him acutely aware of just how vulnerable that could make him. And so, from that, he didn't like making himself any more vulnerable than his nature already did.

But with Jean... with Jean he felt like he could lay himself bare. He could open himself up, vulnerabilities and all and Jean would bu there to see them and to tell him that they were okay. And he wanted that, he wanted to have the other there to be vulnerable with, to be able to be all that he was with another person. And to think that he'd potentially found that other person in his best friend was nothing short of exciting.

As much as all this kissing was lovely -- and it was so very lovely, the fact that they were talking as well was putting Marco back at ease. Reassuring him that things were still going to be the same, that they were still going to laugh and talk like best friends -- because they still were. There were just... things to be added on, as well.

"Didn't it?" he asked, giving a little chuckle, "well... poor little girl didn't know what she was going to miss out on, did she?" Marco tilted his head down a little, giving a content sigh. "Did she keep the flowers despite it not going well?" he questioned, giving another laugh, letting his hand continue traversing the younger teen's back.

And then he felt the teeth against his neck and he let out a loud, unabashed moan.

Marco's eyes bolted open at the sound and his cheeks flushed a bright red. He really hadn't meant for that to come out, but it had, and his embarrassment wasn't hidden on his face it all. He tilted his head down, getting it as close to hidden against Marco's neck as possible.

"... Ohmygod," he muttered, hand grasping at the fabric on Jean's back, shaking his head and burying his face further into his neck.

#counting freckles #heldwiderwillen #psssshh cute babies

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snk ♚ favorite friend(ship) ➳ jean kirschtein & marco bodt

I hope you won’t get mad when I say this… But you aren’t a strong person. So you can relate to how the weak feel. In addition, you excel in sizing up any situation. Isn’t that why you immediately know what should be done?

#jeanmarco #pppshshshs babies

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happy jeanmarco week???

collab with my sister

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i have completely forgotten how to draw

freckledjustice

Counting Freckles // heldwiderwillen, freckledjustice

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Blood collected in his cheeks, making them burn a red more vibrant than that of Mikasa’s scarf and he felt lightheaded, almost drunk off the moment. Or rather, he was drunk off the freckled jackass who made him into a blushing idiot. And Marco was a complete jerk, for making him feel things like for him when originally he thought these emotions were reserved for only Mikasa. A week ago, he’d have probably fantasized about things like this with her, but what was he doing now? Praying to every God, even if he couldn’t say he really believed in that sort of thing, that nothing would ever take this boy away from him.

It was crippling almost, to think of losing Marco. As a friend, lover—whatever. Just losing the damn freckled idiot was a fear worse than death.

Each intake of breath from Marco made him shiver and blood was sent rushing to his face and… well, he’d be lying if it wasn’t collecting in other places as well. And that was the very reason he made absolute certain his lower half stayed away from Marco, lest he royally embarrass himself and die of the humiliation. It was just kissing and cuddling; nothing his body should be reacting so dramatically to, in his firm opinion. But damnit if the way Marco had gasped his name a moment ago hadn’t turned him on like a light goddamn light switch.

At some point, his hand on Marco’s thigh had left its place and was traveling up the older teen’s stomach until he reached the male’s chest, where his fingers curled into the material clinging to Marco’s body and fisting it loosely as he dragged his lips down the side of a – delightfully – freckled neck. Learning that the sound his boyfriend made was due to his handiwork added to his slight, but growing confidence in what he was doing.

He couldn’t help but chuckle at Marco’s rather poorly stuttered out explanation and he had to admit he didn’t think he’d ever heard anything cuter. It seemed ludicrous that he thought of another guy as cute, but he realized that night that there were a lot of cute things about Marco and he was pretty sure this wouldn’t be the last time he associated the freckled boy with the word ‘cute’.

By this point, he was smiling as he continued peppering soft, short kisses against Marco’s neck, attempting to touch his lips to every darkened spot of skin he could find, as was one of his secret desires with his boyfriend: to locate, count, and kiss every freckle dotting the other male’s skin. It was a mission he felt determined to accomplish and though he wasn’t sure when he’d get the chance, he knew he would get it so long as he was patient. The only problem, though, was that patience was not a virtue he really had.

“…I’ve never done anything like this before,” he ended up admitting, muttering against Marco’s skin and his own darkening in their red color after the confession. Though he couldn’t believe it came out, he felt… safe, kind of, admitting these things to the older teen. Something compelled him to do it and he could honestly say he had faith that he wouldn’t be teased for this fact because it was Marco here.

freckledjustice

Marco felt as if he just couldn't quite get enough air in his lungs what with the moves Jean was making -- and he couldn't have cared less. A feeling of warmth was encroaching through his entire being unrelentingly, and god, he didn't want it to stop.

When Jean grasped the fabric of the freckled teen's shirt at his chest, Marco's hand splayed out before taking up residence on Jean's bicep. He held the other's arm tightly, feeling the toned muscle beneath the shirt as Jean 's lips moved to his neck.

"Ah, Jean," the words moved smoothly past his lips, almost accidentally, but Marco wasn't going to try to stop them. He was content to keep repeating the other's name like a mantra, really, if it came down to it. But he was glad he hadn't, in the end, because it allowed him to hear Jean utter gentle words against his neck.

Of course he had't done this before -- neither had Marco -- they hadn't had the time, let alone the means.

"... N-Neither have I," he managed, swallowing hard and tipping his head back a fraction more.

And, once again, those excited little butterflies surfaces in his stomach, those that seemed to come around at the mere thought of discovering all of this sort of stuff with Jean. Knowing that neither of them really had a clue what they were doing was a rather comforting thought. And the notion of exploring with the other was more than a little tantalising.

As much as Marco loved the feeling of Jean kissing his neck -- and he did love it -- he felt as if he should be doing something in return.

His hand shifted from Jean's arm to press against his back, and his palm began to slide across it. It was as if the older teen was trying to map out as much of the other as he could through the fabric. His hand slid up, feeling the slight jut of Jean's shoulder blades, the warmth radiating off the teen on top of him.

Mapping out the other's back, Marco felt safe, protected by the body above him, the body of the male who he knew would do whatever he could to protect him. And that was a feeling that Marco couldn't help but absolutely relish in, one he wanted to keep relishing in for as long as possible.

#heldwiderwillen #counting freckles #a rePLY #i've got three more days of school and then i'm doNE FOR THE YEAR #AND I CAN GET BACK TO THESE CUTIES PROPERLY

So I know you're probably busy, but do you plan on updating your fanfiction Pictures of You sometime soon?

((YES, YES MOST DEFINITELY

I should have said something about it being on hiatus until the end of my school year -- really, I shouldn't have started it until the end of my school year, but my need to write it got a little overwhelming.

As of this Saturday (the 16th of November) I'm definitely going to get back to writing it. I've been finishing up my uni year but after that date I'm free to do whatever for about four months and so yes, I'll definitely look to have at least the next update out by the end of November.))

#snkfic: pictures of you #Anonymous

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ジャンマルログ by ちばらぎ

#jeanmarco #otp: i'll always be by your side #toRI'S ALIVE HELLO #NICE ASS JEAN

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[[ Introducing the Mun. ]]

freckledjustice

Name [or Nickname]: Tori ;u; Sexual Orientation: Everyone's hot and I'm not Tumblr URL[s]: Ahahaha don't even get me started. Fandoms: Attack on Titan, Naruto, Soul Eater, Fullmetal Alchemist, OHSHC and a bunch of little non-anime ones. Muse[s]: Marco, Keith Shadis (Attack on Titan), Jiraiya, Choji Akimichi, Choji's mother/Choza's wife and potentially Hiruzen Sarutobi because I have no self control (all Naruto) OC Friendly?: If an OC fits into the story well and is developed well then yeah, definitely. Multi-Fandom Friendly?: It's gotta make sense, but if it does, sure! Ship Your Muse With Any Sex? I don't multiship here and Marco's taken by a lovely Jean, so sorry ;A; Open to SFW RP?: Of course! Open to NSFW RP?: Always! Open to Conversing OOC?: YES PLEASE COME AND MAKE FRIENDS WITH ME Open to Making Friends OOC?: LIKE I SAID PLEASE COME MAKE FRIENDS WITH ME

#mun

((HI I'M TORI AND I DISAPPEARED FOR A WHILE AND I SUCK

So I'm ont gonna go as far as to put myself on a semi-hiatus or anything like that, I'm just letting you know that I've got the end of uni and exams coming up, and so my last exam is the 16th of November. After then, I'm free and won't feel as awful about being online all the time. So until then I'm gonna be more lurking than anything, buT YEAH I'M STILL HERE HI FRIENDS))

#ooc

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IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE BASED ON THIS, but it’s 3am and thus i’m never trusting myself again…

#jeanmarco #otp: i'll always be by your side #ughhghgh so cute

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a child's innocence || modern childhood!au

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Though initially he’d been nervous and unsure of how this whole first grade thing would go when he didn’t know anyone in there, he appeared to get over that real quick the moment he spotted… spots on his desk partner’s face. The curiosity of a young child was something that was never sated and never could be because there would always be something new, always more questions than answers and kids had a lot of questions. There were some questions he got answered and there were others his mom would tell him ‘I’ll tell you when you’re older’ or something along those lines.

Those answers always made him pout because he hated having things kept from him when he really wanted to know. Pestering his mom or dad endlessly about it usually got him in trouble so he’d learned to not do that but sometimes he slipped up and wound up doing it again. They couldn’t blame him for being so curious and no one telling him about stuff! If they’d just answer all his questions, they wouldn’t have to worry over him asking about those things.

…But there would always be more questions. After all, nothing could quell a child’s curiosity.

And that was exactly how he felt right now, as the kid with spots all over his face denied having them on his face. Jean felt like he was being lied to when the other boy (who he did not yet know the name of) exclaimed that there was nothing on his face. Did they kid think Jean was stupid or was he really not aware of the patches of dark dots all over his face? He’d attempted to count them briefly but realized quickly he couldn’t count higher than thirty and had confused himself.

Jean wondered for a split second if there were more of those funny-looking dots on the boy other than just his face, but his attention span wasn’t quite long enough for him to ponder it for more than a few moments. There was a more serious matter at hand, in his opinion. And that issue was this kid was definitely either unaware or lying to him and if it was the latter, Jean would have gotten angry.

Huffing lightly, he raised a hand to point—despite his mother always telling him it wasn’t polite to point—at the other kid’s face, indicating the little dots that were splattered across his face. “You lyin’ to me or somethin’?” He asked, a pout evident in his tone. “You’ve got… dots all over your face! Did someone draw on your face while you were sleepin’?”

freckledjustice

Marco wasn't the sort of child that liked confrontation, so when this other boy came up to him oozing that confronting nature that Marco possessed none of, he was a little shaken.

It was ridiculous! Of course he didn't have spots on his face! He'd only once had spots on his face and that was last year. He'd gotten terribly itchy little spots all over his body and that wasn't pleasant. His mother had told him it was a case of 'chicken-fox' or something of the sort. But Marco would have known if that nasty thing was back. And he was sure that it wasn't, so he really didn't know what this other boy was talking about.

The other boy looked terribly frustrated, however, and there was a very present urge in the dark-haired boy to try and calm him, somehow. He even considered for a moment relenting and saying that yes, of course he had spots on his face.

And it was in that exact moment that it clicked.

He did have spots on his face. But they weren't called spots.

Had this other boy really never seen freckles before?

Marco had never given his freckles a second thought -- he'd had them for as long as he could remember, so had his mother. They were just freckles, that was all. He remembered his mother telling him once that they were nothing more than little kisses from the sun, and Marco had thought that he was very special if the sun had chosen to give him kisses.

It was in that small moment of remembering that Marco also remembered another thing. His mother, being protective as she was, had equipped the boy with things to say if anyone was rude or nasty to him. And while this boy wasn't really being either of those things, he figured it still warranted one of his mother's little pre-prepared speeches.

Marco puffed out his little chest and a very, very determined look crossed his features, eyes crossing a fraction to look at the finger pointed to the middle of his face. He cleared his throat and spoke.

"They're not spots," he remarked, matter-of-factly, "they are called freckles and my mama says that they make me look very handsome!"

Yes. That would show the other boy.

#heldwiderwillen #thread #a child's innocence #i finally replied wow wow #pssshhh adorable babies though