"Let's meet in our dreams tonight"

[Indie AU! Marco Bodt from Attack on Titan Roleplay Blog] AU verse: Jean had died instead of Marco. [Multiverse, Multiship, Multi-fandom]

[fengtianshi]

Frankly, Bertholdt, I do give a damn!

*sWEATS*

[gioorno]

♥

[viria]

Everything is snk and nothing hurts

oh wait

everything hurts.

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ノビタ

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[margrell]

松基

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Send me 'I want the K' and I'll generate a number

1: Hot, Steamy kiss

2: Cheek Kiss

3: Nose Kiss

4: Forehead Kiss

5: Firm Kiss

6: Gentle Peck

7: Romantic Kiss

8: Eyelid Kiss

9: Jawline Kiss

10: Neck Kiss

11: Collarbone Kiss

12: Chest Kiss

13: Stomach Kiss

14: Kiss Along the Hips

15: Kiss in the Rain

16: Upside-Down Kiss

17: Goofy Kiss

18: Underwater Kiss

19: Forceful Kiss

20: Any of the Above

21: Then there’s tongue

[xamistoso-deactivated20140325]

"Father…."

"Why…"

[5ftrey]

Merry Christmas Shourii!!!

Actually you know what Shourii is asleep right now, will update later with the last page!!!

[shorterthan]

WOWOW ANNIE WTF YOU DIDN’T HAVE TO GO AND BE ADORABLE ABOUT IT???

this is so cute??? what the hell kjldfslkfj i can’t wait for the additional page!! ;o; thank you!!!! and merry christmas!!!

[yoncez]

Send me a ship:

[movingonwards]

ship: ew / nonono / maybe / ship it / aww / otp / MY HEART

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Get Cozy [with movingonwards]

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Ah Berik didn’t care. Not at all. He just liked being in close proximity to people, even if the cuddles were a little awkward and smooshed between the two of them. He grinned a bit as he lay in place, smiling down at the slightly shorter male who seemed to be having trouble getting comfortable. He did what he could to move around and accommodate the boy as well, trying to give him some hints as to where he could stretch out and where to place his arms.

It was funny, Berik had never really thought the science of cuddling as he had often just gotten snuggled up to someone and that was that as far as he was concerned. Maybe it was because he’d always either cuddled Bertholdt, Reiner or Annie that he was just so accustomed to it and now he had to learn how to adjust for a new person’s comfort levels.

He smiled once Marco got comfortable and put an arm around him and began to laugh. “Maybe spooning would’ve been easier, huh?” he asked, letting himself relax and get cozy again. Granted, Berik knew the dangers of spooning, and how he was often prone to grinding and turning what should be a simple act of snuggling into something dirty and risque. So maybe he’d have to settle for this awkward position instead. But he did admit. It was definitely cuddling.

"You good now?" he asked after a moment. "Nothin’ falling asleep?"

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“Probably. Although wouldn’t we have to go through the process of the big and little spoon?” Marco stated as he started to imagine him putting his arms around Berik to spoon him from behind because there was no way that he was going to be the small spoon. There was a lot of things he could take on how he wasn’t that dominate but really, he couldn’t take another arrow to the heart of being the small spoon. Sure dominance wasn’t something that he had to fight with a lot of the times, and he didn’t feel the need to prove to anyone that he was this big tough guy. But there was always a pressure to defend the title of being a guy. That it was the girls that liked to be the small spoon and to be the ones receiving when cuddling in such. It really was an art form; wasn’t it?

 When Berik said that he was just falling asleep Marco gave a chuckle at that.

 “Alright. Good night, flower prince.” Marco teased as went to bring themselves closer together. Pulling Berik closer to him while he scooted a bit to let Berik fall asleep. Marco on the other hand couldn’t fall asleep. It was hard for him to even think of the idea to go to sleep and usually had to let himself fall into it like a black void. There was no laying down and waiting for the sandman to come.

 Reaching over he patted Berik’s back as it was something that Marco’s mother would do to him when he was a child or wasn’t feeling that well. For some reason he liked his back rubbed and thought it would be a nice gesture to rub someone else’s back. It wasn’t like he had much of anything else to do as he awaited for Berik to fall asleep. 

[movingonwards]

Precious gladiolas .:Tatteredscarves:.

[tatteredscarves]

  As she sat there with her head in her arms, she began to sing in murmurs.

Step by step,        heart to heart,               left right left We all fall down…

It wasn’t too loud. But enough to keep to herself. She could feel tears forming.

Bit by bit,      torn apart,           we never win But the battle wages on for toy soldiers….

She gripped her arms tighter and stifled any more cries. Come on Mikasa….Stop being a baby… She didn’t know what to do. Reaching for the crown on her head, she didn’t look up. She was only making sure it was still there. After securing it she heard some shuffling. She look up with a small gasp. When she looked at where Marco was sitting with the others, she saw that he wasn’t there. A little disappointed, she looked back down. “Step by step…." She trailed off slightly and then went found herself with her head in her arms yet again.

"You should try eating a little more before it turns into ice…”

Mikasa jumped in her place and looked up to see Marco smiling softly at him. “U-Um…." She stared at the tray before looking back at him. She wasn’t really feeling too well. Her mind was telling her to eat- that she should eat- but she knew her stomach wouldn’t hold it. "I don’t f-feel too well…" She bit her lip and stared back down. It wasn’t like he was any better. Looking back at Sasha and the others, Mikasa figured that the female didn’t get up to grab leftovers from the kitchen. She pushed the food towards the male and laid against the table.

“You should eat, M-Marco…. My food’s still really hot." What would he say to her.She’d have to pull an excuse or something. "F-For the flowers…" It’s ‘to pay you for the flowers,’ Mikasa….. She messed up on her words. Like she figured that she would do. What a stupid excuse of a life, she probably was just a waste of space.

She looked back at the other. She wanted to say something to him but she didn’t know if she could. Would she even take that risk? She could, but she wouldn’t. Would she? No. After a moment of silence, she stared back down at the table. “I’m not hungry anyway… I d-don’t want to waste a good meal…”

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She didn’t feel well? Marco questioned to himself as his eyes softened as he watched her bite her lip and turn to look at Sasha. Turning to the side he rubbed the back of his head as he was a bit ashamed to admit that he had gave Sasha his food when he just told Mikasa to eat her food. It wasn’t bad to be a hypocrite when it was for something like this. It was food and it was obvious that they needed t to survive. Yet as he looked back at Mikasa’s food even with the steam rolling off and the food looking better than it had before. There was nothing in his stomach that growled for it, there was nothing in his mouth that salivated for the taste, and there was nothing that made him want to eat food. It was just gross to him.

 He looked away from Mikasa when she said that the food was for him in repayment for the flowers. Then he mustered up a smile and looked at her. Shaking his head he spoke, “The flowers were for you alone. I don’t want anything in return.” Marco then looked back at the food to then back at Mikasa. It was a shame that neither of them could eat. Here they were. Two strong and healthy soldiers, but they would rather not eat something when it could go to a family that had nothing. Why couldn’t he just pick up the spoon to put it into his mouth and eat. Didn’t he want to…survive?

Sure it was one lousy meal, but this was something that he was doing for a while now. He didn’t have an appetite and he didn’t have the strength to force himself to eat. He was going to end up being a burden on everyone though if he didn’t.

 “Why don’t you split it with me?” He finally said as he went to grab on to the bread to break it in half. Giving a bit of the bread to Mikasa while he took the other half.

 “I don’t want to feel bad for not trying to eat it. There are people with nothing to eat, and I don’t want to end up wasting more food.” Marco then tried to take a small bite of the bread. Breaking off a bit to pop into his mouth where he slowly chewed his food and swallowed it. He looked like he was in pain but every time that he looked at Mikasa he would smile at her. Trying to be cheerful about his situation when really all he wanted to do was throw it up and waste away. 

[movingonwards]

Sorry it's not the full length ;-; Hope you have a Happy Christmas~!

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[movingonwards: closed RP]

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Jean lets out an exasperated sigh, before opening his eyes to catch the sight of someone running towards one of the buildings and another staring at him in the distance. It takes a second, but his eyes widen with realization upon sighting a familiar face. Wasn’t that…. Marco?

Just as he’s about to lift an arm to wave at him, he sees the dark haired man turn away abruptly, heading the other direction. His expression falls into one of confusion at the other brunet’s actions.

“H-Hey, Marco, wait!” he yells, darting after him to catch up.

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His face cringed when he heard Jean yell at him. Ignore it. Ignore it. Ignore it. He repeated to himself as he kept his attention on Connie's figure running in the distance. Marco refused to hear Jean's voice that was echoing in the distance. He could hear the footsteps of the other and he started to run away. No. What was this? What kind of memory or illusion was this? He thought as he ran after Connie. Maybe if he could get to someone else before Jean came over to him he wouldn't have to face the two-toned man. 

Marco ran after Connie as fast as he could. His feet pounding against the dirt that flew up behind him while he shut his eyes to make him go faster. As he ran towards Connie he finally caught the other as Connie was slowing down after his sprint. Grabbing on to Connie's shoulder, Marco panted and that had made Connie stop to turn to look at the taller male. 

"What's going on, Marco?" The male questioned as he looked at the male in confusion. Marco shook his head  with a pant and looked towards the dinning hall. 

"Just trying to work up an appetite." 

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He blinks dumbly as the situation is explained to him, nothing making any more sense even the second time around. That couldn’t be right… there’s no way someone, let alone himself, could sleep through the destruction and hell that surely went on. And if he did, wouldn’t the others have been around to witness this? Connie would’ve given him hell, and he doubted that Marco would ditch him if he had been knocked unconscious back there.

“Right, uh,” he says abruptly, getting up to leave. “Thanks for everything.” If it was true that they had all graduated already, then that means they must have chosen their respective divisions. He hurriedly makes his way to the military police headquarters, knowing it would only be logical that Marco would be there. He remembered Marco’s long spiels about serving next to the king, a light in his eyes that Jean didn’t understand, but was undoubtedly genuine.

When he gets there, however, Jean is only met with unfamiliar faces and perplexed looks among the new recruits at the mention of Marco’s name.

“What the hell,” he mutters, kicking at loose stones as he leaves the grounds. He runs a frustrated hand through his hair, chewing his lip. His guess must have been wrong then. If anything, Eren, and undoubtedly a following Mikasa, would’ve gone to the Survey Corps. If he could bet on anyone to be there, it’d be them. 

He propels himself in that direction determinedly, and soon, he reaches the front steps of the main building. It’s eerily quiet and there’s hardly a soul in sight, save for the figure of two soldiers walking by in the distance with their horses, hunched over and dejected. A critical gaze lingers on them for a moment before Jean realizes he might be able to find someone he knows wherever these soldiers were heading. He breaks into a brisk walk, the sound of gravel crunching underneath his boots exaggerated in the stillness of the air around him. Soon, stables appear in his view, but he loses sight of the soldiers.

He grumbles, pace slowing when he realizes he lost them. Just his damn luck. Jean curses loudly, settling on leaning against a wooden beam with a sigh, clenching his eyes shut. His thoughts were still running rampantly in his head trying to piece together how this could be, and the fact that he couldn’t make sense of it all was disconcerting. 

[movingonwards]

Marco had been giving his attention to his horse for after the fight he was grateful for the animal. Even though he ran off a few times where he was about to be eaten by Titans. No big deal. He thought as he gave a pat on top of the horse's head. That was when Connie came by to tell him that dinner was about to begin and if he wanted any of the food before Sasha gets to it all that he should hurry up. Marco nodded and smiled at the thought of Sasha eating all the food. Closing the gates he then took off after Connie. 

Connie had left after telling Marco, and he followed him a few feet back. With Connie and Sasha around it made him temporarily forget about Jean for most of the time. He wanted to forget about Jean because he didn't want to realize that Jean was not coming back. Perhaps to think of him being safe in the Military Police and they kept missing each other. There were thoughts like these that crossed his mind but for the most part Marco didn't think about Jean. Not that he didn't want to but if he thought about Jean for more than five seconds he was going to remember that he was dead. 

He couldn't afford to remember that Jean was dead. Yet every time that he stopped from what he was doing he would remember Jean. He would remember Jean then remember that he was dead so in a frenzy he would go to do something else. Keep his mind occupied and he would keep Jean away. Marco never realized that he was avoiding his grievance so he could move on, because for him this wasn't something to grieve about. Jean was just gone. He'll come back eventually. A voice would echo in his heart while his mind would tell him that he was wrong. Jean was dead. 

As Marco walked towards the dining hall he turned to look at a noise that he had heard around the stables. He looked over to see a figure of Jean in the distance. His feet stopped for a moment as Connie didn't notice as he had been sprinting over to the dining hall. Marco stopped to stare at Jean for a moment with his eyes softening and his body froze. He had went too far. He was remembering Jean and he was beginning to hallucinate him. 

The brunet couldn't look away as he looked just like Jean in every way and for a moment he felt that Jean was there again. But Jean was dead. He was there. Jean was dead. He clenched his fist and turned away from the man near the stables. Marco had to keep going forwards for he stopped he would always hallucinate Jean. Maybe this will pass. It was just some PTSD or something. Jean wasn't real. Jean was dead. 

[movingonwards]

Salutations~ (｡´∀｀)ﾉ x's 10

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"Hello Marco, it’s an honour to meet a man of the Survey Corps.” Lily responded, and shook his hand with his paw. "An Exceed is one such as myself, a ‘cat’ that cat fly, basically. And Gajeel’s stranger than you think, really. I don’t think you’ve met anyone who’s eaten metal before, have you?" Lily questioned, before looking to a smiling Gajeel. ”You’re just a human. Not a wizard or an Exceed, which is boring. But you seem cool. Cool enough to put up with my rudeness anyway. Gihi.” Gajeel told the man, and patted him a bit hard on his back. 

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"Thank you. It's my pleasure to meet you too." Marco responded as he didn't want to be rude towards Lily. Especially when a lot of people here see being in the Survey Corps as a sign of death. Not something that anyone wanted to join, but then again it was better than being in the Garrison for most people. To him it was a sign that he wanted the world to be better. A place where people could escape these walls and be safe. 

"Eaten metal? Why would you want to do something like that?" He thought as he had to gave Gajeel a look like he was crazy. Alright. Now he could see why he thought that he wasn't extraordinary. When there was a flying cat and a guy eating metal. Of course he wouldn't be extraordinary compared to those kind of things. The brunet thought as there was no way of competing with them. 

"Thanks." Marco said as he felt his back being pelted on by the hand. He understood that he wasn't under attack by the guy, but it was hard to stand up straight with the pat. 

"Thanks a lot." Marco stated through the pain. 

"I'm guessing you two aren't from around here, are you?"

[movingonwards]

Precious gladiolas .:Tatteredscarves:.

[tatteredscarves]

  The small laughs that came from him mouth made it seem like he wasn’t satisfied with his work. Well He should have, most males couldn’t even get it to a crown, so she thought that he did just fine. Would she tell him that? No. She, instead, looked down and away from him. Why did she have to be so awkward with everything? The male sensed that though and he got up to leave. It was that bad, wasn’t it. Don’t go…. She thought to herself but she knew that he wouldn’t be able to hear her. And here he was, saying that he needed to give the flowers to the kids as a way to leave her alone.

She glanced up at him to watch him shyly. He grabbed every single flower but he managed to place one flower next to her. It was a flower she was incredibly fond of. Following the movement of flower, she watched it be set next to her before she looked up at him with soft eyes. Thank you, Marco… She couldn’t even say it. She was so ashamed of herself. She looked down quickly to avoid anything else.

“Bye Marco…" Her voice trailed off and the male walked away. Maybe it was a good thing he left. Because as soon as he was gone, Mikasa started crying again. It wasn’t anything too loud, only gentle weeps as fears formed and fell down her face. Why did she have to be so skittish about things? She didn’t understand, but the one chance to actually have some interaction with another was lost because she had scared Marco away.

Because of this, Mikasa got up from the bench and walked in the opposite direction. In her head she had accidentally left the flower on the bench but she didn’t want to go back to get it. It was only when she got to her room that she noticed the flower in her hand. The beautiful flower that she thought she had forgotten was still in her possession and once again tears found their way in her eyes. She quickly found a vase big enough for the single flower and put a little bit of water before placing it in there. It stood on her desk and it looked…. nice. Nobody had ever given her a flower before.

She spent the majority of the day alone in her room. What she did was the same thing she normally did. It was a bit unhealthy really. She tried sleeping, but when that didn’t work she gave an attempt to read. But when that failed as well, she went to her journal. She needed a diary entry every day anyway, and she was falling a bit behind. After writing something about Marco in it and she signed her name at the bottom, she closed the notebook carefully and put the pen away. Putting her journal back under the mattress, she went to go eat.

She hated going there. She literally hated eating with everybody around her. But this was the time where everybody had to come and she couldn’t fight it. After getting a small portion of food that clearly wasn’t big enough for her, she found an empty spot in the corner of the room. After setting the food down, she looked up and noticed that Marco was directly facing her from all the way on the other side. She gave a whimper to herself and looked down. She still had the crown on her head- she had forgotten to take it off- but it was too late to take it off now.

Looking at the food that she had gotten, suddenly she didn’t want to eat anymore. Her stomach was gnawing at her to eat but she knew that if she tried, it wouldn’t go down, she’d have to spit it out. Pushing the tray aside, she set her head in her arms on the table and did nothing.

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Marco had glanced up when Mikasa was going to get her food and saw that she was still wearing the flower crown. He blinked for a few moments as he tried to figure out why she was still keeping the flower crown when she could have made a better one in five minutes compared to him. Was it to reassure him that she was fine with him? He didn't know as girls were much more complex for him than guys, but of course guys wouldn't have wanted a flower crown in the first place. At least from what he could say was that Mikasa looked nice in the crown. She did look nice with flowers. 

The brunet took his eyes off her as he looked back down at his food. The food that was starting to get cold from him slowly eating at the pace that he was normal with. He used to enjoy eating by being around everyone to laugh or talk with them. But now he was stuck with eating at the pace as if they would suddenly come back so they could start laughing and talking in. He could try to do the same thing with Connie and the rest, but he feared that it wouldn't be the same. That he would have to face it that he wasn't the same guy after Trost. 

He didn't want to change even though he had. Marco knew that he was becoming less involved in group matters and that he was becoming more into avoiding questions. He didn't want to talk about Trost. He didn't want to talk about anything serious. All that Marco wanted to do was help people and try to get his life back the same that it was before, but how could he when one of his major friends was gone. Marco didn't want to grieve nor did he want to accept that Jean was gone. He wanted to simply move on with his life with Jean. 

But it would never happen, and it was something he didn't want to stop to realize. He knew that Jean was gone forever, but he didn't want to accept that. His mind would tell people that he was dead, but his heart would want to tell others that no-he was simply on a different side of town. That he was doing important military police duties while he was gone fighting off the titans. That was it. They kept missing each other. That was it. 

Marco lost his appetite by now and picked up his tray. Putting a smile on his face he walked over to Sasha to ask if she wanted any of his food. Of course she did and started to gobble down the food. He never wanted to waste the food that he didn't eat, and that was something he could always rely on Sasha for. The male then placed his tray where they normally were put so that he could leave. Yet as he started to walk out the door he had saw Mikasa sit by herself with her head in her arms and her food left beside her.

The male wanted to gently touch her, but he stopped himself from doing that seeing that that could give Mikasa more of a scare than him talking. He sat down in the corner from her and gave her a gentle smile.

"Hey." He said as he put his arm on top of the table to look directly at Mikasa.

"You should try eating a little more before it turns into ice." Marco knew that he shouldn't be the one to say this stuff to her when he had just gave Sasha his food to eat. But it was bad to not eat and even if he did it; it still wasn't right. He was one to point a finger with three of them pointing back at him because he looked out for others more than himself. For if he stopped to think about himself for once he was sure that he was going to admit that Jean was dead. 

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She mentally sighed, how much did he not know? She pointed to her laptop, “This is my laptop, I need it in order to open up the chat client.” She explained, clicking Jade’s tag to chat with her. “Titans? They eat people? Inpurresting. Where do these Titans even come furrom?” She asked, beginning to type her message.

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"We don't really know. They've been there for the past hundred human years. So I don't really know how they came to be. I know some people think it's because of something religious." The brunet said as he didn't know about a lot of things going on, but it was strange to think that he did know more about titans than whatever this laptop was that the girl was typing on. He understood how the typing worked but it was still magic to him. How did the screen know that she was typing? Did she know? Did she care? Marco thought but he had to focus at what was at hand first. He needed to get home and none of these strange contraptions were going to stop him.