unconventional hero

❝ So I'm ＳＣＡＲＥＤ shitless. I ＨＡＴＥ Eren Jaeger. I'm sure I'm going to ＤＩＥ before I'm 18. But I won't stop ＦＩＧＨＴＩＮＧ. ❞ ▸ Independent roleplay blog. ▸ Read my rules before following. ▸ This is a single ship blog. ▸ In a relationship with Marco Bodt.

[reiner--braun]

進撃の巨人Log by うめはらりな

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/outofhonesty; I am the literal worst roleplayer ever and I apologize sincerely for that. Promise though, I'm not disappearing or anything--not really, at least. I've been a little distracted by my group accounts so y'know. I'm going to reply to freckledjustice later today after I've gotten a nice little bit of sleep and then I'll post an open, maybe? Or just like this and I'll shoot you a message; whichever works. 

But yeah, I'm really sorry for being shitty with activity; I'm still around guys, I promise~ 

[coluring]

If I call you a loser it means that I’m probably in love with you

[soaring-hunter]

Common Bantering || heldwiderwillen + soaring-hunter

[soaring-hunter]

               Without even having to dive deeper, Eren knew what Jean was getting at.  Yes, it was true.  Eren would be nothing if it weren’t for his titan powers.  Without them, he’d have never met Levi, never be known as such an important part to humanity’s future, never have gotten this far.  He gritted his teeth at Jean, cursing the man for bringing it up.

               ’Nasty beasts’ my ass! He exlcaimed, reaching up to grab Jean’s shirt, bring those hazel eyes and the ridiculous horse face close to his, barring his teeth, his teal eyes filled with rage.  Trust me, you horse-faced bastard!  I’d still be a lot better off than you!  At least I have the drive to actually do something!

              If he wasn’t careful, he was sure he’d say something he’d come to regret later.  But he was so mad right now, his vision was hazy, his cheeks were hot, his palms were sweaty and itching for a fight.  

             I don’t care if I say something to hurt this idiot!  He deserves whatever I lay on him!

            Immaturity ran high on Eren’s list of things he should learn to keep under control; but like his titan power, it had it’s moments where it just ran rampant.  He wanted to show Jean exactly what his titan power could do, what it offered to the world.  

            He wanted to lay his teeth into his hand, feel the muscles of another being coil around him until he was controlling something so powerful, even Jean would back the fuck off.  He almost did it too.

            He had his hand at the ready, his mouth over the skin, but he knew better.  He may not have any intention of being the bigger person here, but he wasn’t going to endanger everybody else just because he couldn’t get his shit together.

           Eren shoved Jean away, still barring his teeth, his jaw starting to ache.

[invitusheroes]

█  Ｌips curled, sneer prominent and teeth barred in a vicious frontal visage, face suddenly brought entirely too close for comfort to Jaeger's ugly mug, unbridled anger reflecting in his honey glazed eyes to rival the suicidal idiot's. 

At least I have the drive to actually do something!

   Ｔhe breaking point. In that moment, he was like a tea kettle set on a burner to boil and now everything inside him was screaming like the high-pitched whistle a kettle gave off once it finally reached a boiling point. How dare this little piece of shit accuse him of having no drive to to something? If he didn't, why in the ever loving fuck would he be standing there, a green cloak with the 'Wings of Freedom' symbol embroiled on the back?

   Ｉt sure as fuck wasn't because he wanted to be 'one of the cool kids' and join the Scouting Legion because everyone else was; fuck that, he wasn't persuaded so easily.

   Ａfter the invasion, before he'd discovered his best friend's mangled, rotting corpse, his every intention had been to join the Military Police. Jean hadn't gone through some life-changing revelation because of the invasion and what they went through; if anything, it made him want to join the Military Police more. But... But it was Marco. Because of Marco he made the crushing decision to, more or less, sign his life away. Had Marco lived, Jean would have happily marched his ass to Wall Sina to reside in the Interior, where he'd be safe.

   Ｂut no. The world was fucking cruel and Marco did die, forcing him to realize... to understand that he--they all needed to fight in order to survive. Marco always had faith that Jean was destined for something great; much greater than the Military Police, and it was for that reason Jean didn't join it. But Eren couldn't possibly know that, could he?

   Ｊean could always offer an explanation, but his fists decided that was not on the agenda for tonight, as without warning he stuck with a closed fist, connecting with the hard jaw of his stupid little nuisance.

   "Ｆuck off," he heaved, breath coming in heavier gushes, anger boiling over. "You don't know anything!"

[reblogthings]

Reblog With A Picture of Your Rp Character Being Cute

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I’m sorry?

original work here by クロブチ

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Leave a "♪" in my ask box

[invitusheroes]

and i’ll put my ipod on shuffle and tell you our life soundtrack

Opening Credits: Waking Up: First Day At School: Falling In Love: Fight Song: Breaking Up: Life’s OK: Getting Back Together: Wedding:   Birth of Child:

Final Battle: Death Scene: Funeral Song: End Credits:

[rexxmagnus]

/ooc; Hey guys! Um, how should I say this? I am posting this to advertise the roleplay group I’m in! 

The group is Anime Unleased! It’s a multifandom AU group and I’ve been a part of it for around 5-6 months now; I can honestly say, it’s a wonderful and welcoming group. I’m posting this ‘cause we’re looking for some more members. c:

I desperately want Eren and Armin in the group. 

Uh so… Yeah, this is just kind of shameless promotion for my group—heh. c:

[amiable-huntress-deactivated201]

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          “No. No infirmary is necessary. The nurse and I have issues with each other due to a few minor incidents during previous visits. All of which does not need to be discussed at this moment.” Sasha rasped, sweat beginning to beat along her forehead. 

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█   Ａn eyebrow arched slightly. "Guessing this ain't the first time this has happened, huh?" With a roll of his eyes and heavy exhale of breath, the ecru-color haired teen began to walk off, heading in the general direction of the kitchen. "Stay there--not like you can really go anywhere else, but still--and I'll bring you some water."

   Ｃontrary to popular belief, Jean wasn't the grade-A asshole people--like Eren--might have pegged him to be. While he wasn't particularly shining with kindness like some others, he wasn't completely unfriendly either; really, he cared about his teammates and though this whole fiasco was entirely Sasha's fault, he supposed the best he could do was attempt to help. Fetching a pitcher of water was, at present, the maximum he could do; Jean wasn't really an expert of curing stomach aches, so sue him.

    Ｒetrieving the water proved simple enough and he was soon returning with it, handing it to the brown-haired soldier upon arrival. "There ya go. Dunno what else I can do, but that outta help at least some."

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          “I know that. Scolding me will not make this situation any better however, you butt.” The young woman uttered, rolling onto her back with a small huff.

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   Snorting through his nose, Jean watched with concern laden hazel eyes as his fellow soldier displayed apparent signs of distress. "Tried drinkin' water or something? It can help. Or, I dunno, going to the infirmary?"

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Introduce your muse!

[invitusheroes]

Name:  Jean Kirschstein. Age: 15. Height: 5’9”. Eye Color: Hazel. Hair Color: Dark brown on bottom, lighter brown on top. Sexual Orientation: Jean would have counted himself straight if not for the fact that he's dating his best friend--male best friend.  Species: Human. Nationality: French/German. Allergies: Idiots named Eren Jaeger. He's somewhat lactose intolerant. He can have small amounts of dairy, but too much makes him sick. Fears: Death.  How often do they hurt themselves: Not... too often. At least, not intentionally.  Relationship Status: Taken by Marco.

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           “The probability of that being the cause of my sickness is highly likely.”

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   "S'no wonder. Ya can't just eat whatever you find lying around, y'know. No tellin' how old some of that shit is."

[amiable-huntress-deactivated201]

"So ill. Cannot go on."

[invitusheroes]

"...D'ya eat something bad, Sasha?"

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Leave one of the following in my ask:

O Romeo: I will write my character missing/looking for yours.

O Juliet: I will write about my character's feelings for yours.

O Macbeth: I will write about how my character kills yours.

O Hero: I will write about my character mourning yours.

O Puck: I will write about my character pranking yours.

O Titiana: I will write about our characters sharing a night in bed or sharing a kiss. Specify.

O Oberon: I'll write about my character getting angry at yours over something they did.

O Hal: I will write about our characters doing something rebellious together.

O Iago: I will write about my character manipulating yours.

O Othello: I will write about my character being deceived by yours.

O Beatrice: I will write about my character falling in love with yours.

[iremadebye-blog]

happy jeanmarco week???

collab with my sister

[reiner--braun]

マルコ先生とジャン君　らくがき by かるピス@ついった始めますた

[freckledjustice]

Counting Freckles // heldwiderwillen, freckledjustice

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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.

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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.