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slutforthanatos · 12 days
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18+ ONLY || MDNI tagging: @arlerts-angel cw: fem!reader, praise, big c*ck kink.
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"I can't take it-" You whine, as your leg is indecently lifted onto his shoulders.
"You can, love." He says. "Just relax."
You arch your back, half-way dazed because of the feeling of his thick cock rubbing up against your sensitive walls. "Mmm," You moan.
"See, you're doing it." He mutters, kissing your cheek. "You're doing great."
He thrusts slow, as he holds your hand. "S-So big," You mutter.
He continues to make love to you, slowly, and passionately. You come with a long moan, and his release follows yours.
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Marco, Connie, Armin, Yuji + Your Faves!!
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kodydrs · 4 months
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don’t stay at my house - j. kirstein
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a/n : i need him in a way that’s terrible for feminism. I’ve been in love with this man since day freaking 1 and i think if i search hard enough there’ll be fanfics i wrote abt him when i was 15 (they will not be getting posted). but anywhos. why not send in a request, or ask?!
warnings: jean x fem!reader, jean x marco!sister!reader, fxm, smut (mdni), friends with benefits, brothers best friend type fwb, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it), titplay (not really), mostly fully clothed, not proofread (it’s never proofread), I’m bad at tagging still
ib: this one fanart i saw on pinterest
request: yes / no
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rule number 1: no feelings. it’s called off straight away if either of us catch feelings
rule number 2 : don’t tell anyone
rule number 3 : all things must be discussed previously before trying
rule number 4 : consent is key
rule number 5 : MARCO CANNOT FIND OUT
It’d been a boring day. You had no classes, and you’d done as much study as your brain would let you. You probably could’ve invited Sasha or Mikasa over, but they both had partners to hang out with, as well as other stuff.
You were single. There was no real reason why. There were boys & girls that’d happily go out with you if you gave them the chance, but dating just didn’t appeal to you that much. Not when there were so many strings attached. But that doesn’t mean you were a slut. You didn’t jump from person to person’s bed or anything. You were happy with your situation.
‘Hey.’
‘Oh. I didn’t realise you were over.’
Jean stood at your door, arms folded and leaning against the frame. He chuckled lightly, walking into your room and sitting on the edge of your bed.
‘I’ve been here almost all day. Marco just went into town to grab stuff so the house is empty. How are you feeling?’
‘I’m fine, thank you. How about you? I haven’t seen you in over a week.’
‘I’ve been great.’ He says, pushing his hair back. ‘But I was kinda wondering if… um… I wanted to see your smile.’
He grinned widely, and the flicker from your eyes to your lips didn’t go unnoticed. You leaned forwards, closing the gap between you slightly.
‘You’re allowed to kiss me, Kirstein.’ You whispered, smiling at his unsubtlety. His grin growing, he brought his hand to your cheek, caressing it lightly before brushing his lips against yours in a sweet, gentle kiss.
‘I love your smile. You know that?’ He pulled back slightly, his hand moving down to gently squeeze your thigh beneath your blanket.
‘I know.’ You reply, moving your hand to hold his jaw before smoothing along the bone. His eyes closed, melting into the soft touch of your fingers on his skin.
He leaned in again, and this time their kiss deepened, his other hand moving up to grip your waist, pulling your bodies closer.
‘Jean…’ You breathed, bringing your hands to his chest. Their placement made me groan softly, heart racing.
‘Yeah?’
‘We can’t right now. Marco could get home any minute.’ You pulled back, pressing your foreheads together to maintain proximity. He muttered a quiet ‘damn it’, aware that you were right. He sighed and took a deep breath, trying to calm his body down.
‘I know this isn’t the best place or time, but I can’t stop thinking about you.’
You could only give a sympathetic smile to his words. You took his hand and rubbed your thumb along his palm.
‘You’ll have to stop it then. You remember the rules. No feelings.’
‘Yeah. Yeah. Got it. “no feelings involved”.’ He said, holding your hand. ‘But you don’t know how hard that is when it's you I could be with. Like, I keep catching myself thinking about things we could do together. It drives me nuts.’
You listened to him, but the inside of your mouth was being abused by your teeth, distracted by his words.
He leaned in to kiss you once again, but this time, your hand came between your mouths, pushing his face away.
‘Look. Jean. I do really like you, ok. But Marco and… if he found out, then that’s the end of it. You won’t be invited over anymore.’
There was a look of hurt in his eyes when you met them. His hands wrapped carefully around your wrist, pulling your hand away.
‘Please say you aren’t pushing me away right now.’ You couldn’t keep looking at his eyes, so they diverted to your wall, holding your breath like you were about to cry.
After a few moments, Jean’s grip on your wrist loosened and you felt the bed adjust as he stood.
‘Yeah. You’re right. We can’t do this.’ You wanted to look at him. You wanted to pour your heart out to him and get him to stay, but the thought of his friendship with your brother being destroyed seemed to keep you quiet.
‘You… You should probably go back to Marco’s room. Pretend the house is actually empty.’
‘Yeah. I should.’ He hesitated for a moment, but he gave you a small smile before he left, closing the door gently. As soon as his footsteps faded, you burst into tears, clutching your shirt to cover your mouth.
Jean left your room hurriedly, face flushed and heart racing from the feelings he’d just tried to suppress.
‘Shit.’ He sat down on the stairs, putting his face in his hands as he took deep breaths. ‘Fucking shit.’
It’d been a few months since the “incident” if you’d even call it an incident at all. You hadn’t seen each other since, and you had no clue if it was because he hadn’t come over, or because you barely left your room. But it didn’t matter to you at all. You had exams to focus on.
‘Hey Marco. Do you have any spare batte-‘ You opened your brothers door, only stopping when you saw he had company. ‘-ries.’
Jean looked up from where he lay on Marco’s bed, face flushed and burying his head down as if it’d hide the fact you’d already seen him. Marco went unphased, opening his drawer to rummage through.
‘What type do you need?’
‘Do you have like, 2 9v ones? Preferably lithium but not too phased.’
He found the first one pretty quickly, but it felt like a mission finding another one. After about 3 minutes, you both gave up and closed the drawer.
‘I’ll pick some up later when I go into town. Do you need anything else?’
‘No. I should be right. Take him with you when you leave.’ You nodded towards Jean. Jean who still had his face hidden. Marco gave you a look, but you just closed the door. You froze outside for a minute, letting out a deep sigh before you went back to your room.
You’d told Marco about what happened. Told him everything from the first hook up to the “break up”. He was a little weirded out at first, but he didn’t seem to care otherwise.
A few hours had passed when you heard the rustle of shoes before a soft knock on your door, followed by your brother's head poking in.
‘I’m going now. Don’t die while I’m gone.’
‘Take Jean with you.’ Marco opened the door fully, folding his arms across his chest.
‘You haven’t been phased by being alone in the house for the past month, so why now that you know he’s here?’
‘Because I know he’s here.’ You emphasised each word, trying to prove your point. ‘It’s like when there’s a serial killer in your house. You aren’t phased until you know they’re there.’
‘That’s a bit dramatic, don’t you think?’ A deadpan reaction was the only reaction he was getting out of you. ‘Whatever. Just don’t burn the house down.’
‘Thank you.’
Like any brother, he didn’t close your door properly, but you heard the front door close, followed by his car leaving and that was enough reassurance that you were alone in an empty house.
You only worked for another 30 minutes before dehydration set in. Usually you had your drink bottle on your desk or in your bag, but today seemed to be an exception because you couldn’t find it at all. So you stood, pushing your chair back and walked to the kitchen.
Like you wanted, the house was empty and quiet. It was always like that considering it was only you and Marco that lived there.
The house was big enough to fit more people, but living alone just out of the city meant it was mostly silent, mind the few cars that drove past into work or to one of the neighbouring houses. But it also meant that if you needed to, you could catch a bus to your classes.
You were reaching for a glass when you heard footsteps on the lino. It made you flinch, nearly dropping the glass when you saw Jean trying to escape quietly.
‘Why are you still here?!’
He froze, stepping back like he’d been caught doing something he wasn’t meant to. Not that he wasn’t meant to be in your house. Just not at that exact moment.
‘Look. I didn’t even know you were here until you came into Marco’s room. I thought you had classes today.’
‘Is that your excuse?’ You asked. Your tone showed how pissed off you were if your expression didn’t. You left the glass on the counter, suddenly well hydrated before storming out of the kitchen.
‘Wait. Please.’ You felt hands grab around your wrist, stopping you in your tracks. ‘Just… let me talk. Please.’
You maintained your frown, making it obvious you didn’t wanna hear what he had to say, but you were more respectful than that, so you stopped pulling against him.
He released a sigh and let go of your wrist.
‘Alright. Can I start off by saying I’m sorry? I should’ve checked you weren’t here before I came. That part is fair for you to be mad about.’ You stood, arms folded and leaning against the counter as the brunette continued. ‘And I want to apologise for how things turned out back then. I still really fucked up, and I’m not denying that any of it was wrong, because I pushed you and I shouldn’t have. You didn’t deserve any of that.’ You watched as he ran a hand through his hair, an action you noted hasn’t changed in your time apart. But you couldn’t meet his eyes, so they looked down at the floor, the same way you looked away when you last spoke. He sighed again, moving closer to you so his hand gently brushed against your arms.
‘Look. I know I’m not the best, and you probably have plenty of other options that you could go to, but… I still really like you. A lot. And I’ve done everything I can to try move on-‘
‘Jean.’ You interrupted sternly. It’s not like how you used to say it. You used to breath his name with so much love that it drove you both crazy. There was no love in the way you said it now. ‘Stop.’
‘Stop what? Talking to you? Even if I did, I wouldn’t stop thinking about you.’
‘Just stop it!’ There was anger boiling in your voice, but he seemed so clouded that he couldn’t see it.
‘Why? Why do you hate me so?’
‘Because if I don’t hate you, then I’m going to fall in love with you again!’ Tears brimmed your eyes as you finally confessed.
Jean’s heart skipped a beat. He moved closer, placing a hand on your chin and gently raising it until your eyes met.
‘That can’t happen.’ He said, his voice barely above a whisper.
‘Don’t you dare say that. Because I’ve been trying not to for months.’ You’re looking up at him, leaning against his hand. Reaching down, he cupped your face, his thumb gently stroking your cheek.
‘I’ll fight it with everything I have in me but…’ He trailed off, leaning in so his lips barely brushed against yours.
‘But..?’
‘But I can’t promise I’ll win.’
He kissed you slowly, his hands sliding off your face and down your back, pulling you closer. The kiss only deepened as emotions ran high between the 2 of you.
You kissed him like a starved man, quick to get your hands beneath his shirt to feel the dip
Jean moaned against your lips, hands following suit as they slid along your thighs, gripping your hips tightly.
‘God. I’ve wanted this everyday since I last saw you.’ He whispered before pulling away slightly, looking into your eyes. You were quick to pull him back in, whispering against his lips.
‘Then don’t stop.’
He was hesitant for a moment before leaning down to once again taste your lips. He grabbed you around the waist, wrapping his arms around you as your legs wrapped around him.
‘I love you.’
You paused for a minute, almost like you were scared of the words, before you pulled away and kissed his jaw up to his ear.
‘Show me then.’
With a smile, Jean hoisted you atop the counter, positioning himself between your legs while he attacked your neck. A soft whimper came from your mouth, and your fingers tangled with the hair at his nape.
‘You like that?’ He nipped at your neck again, hips grinding languidly against yours. You grinded against him, making you both breath deep as his hands pressed you against the counter. ‘You haven’t changed.’
You grinned, pulling his chin up to look at you.
‘Will you fuck me on the kitchen counter?’
‘You’re a hot mess, aren’t you?’ He chuckled, his judgement clouded by lust and desire. You shurgged.
‘It wouldn’t be the first time.’
‘You’re so slutty.’ He teased and pecked your lips, but still started to undo his belt. Your grin widened, and you took his free hand, trailing it up your torso to massage your tit through the fabric of your shirt.
His breath hitched, and his fingers searched for your hardened nipple as he pulled his erection free of its restrictions. Seeing his throbbing cock, you slid your shorts and underwear to your ankles, revealing yourself to the man.
‘Fuck. You’re gorgeous.’ He stepped closer, swiping his tip through your wet folds and groaning as he sank into you.
Head thrown back, you gripped his hand that was on your breast, while your other held his nape, keeping you upright.
‘Holy shit-‘
‘That’s right, baby. Just like that. Take it all.’ He started with moving slowly, dragging himself along your walls with a string of soft grunts. But as he felt you relax around him, he picked up speed, skin slapping together in rhythm.
Damn did you miss this. Both of you missed it. Missed the way he’d tease you by changing pace, but just not enough teasing to annoy you. Missed the way you had to keep a hand over your mouth so the neighbours couldn’t hear you being fucked by your brothers best friend.
Jean leaned down, capturing your lips in a heated kiss, his thrusts growing deeper and more intense as he felt you clench around him tightly.
‘Jean.’ You whimpered, interlacing your fingers.
‘I know, baby.’ He bit your bottom lip, feeling the pleasure coursing through you both. He could tell by the way your body was reacting that you were close, and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t either, noticeable by his movements becoming more desperate.
You did your best to grind your hips to his timing, making you both groan. Eyes rolled at the overwhelming sensation, unable to hold back any longer.
‘Fuck. I’m gonna cum.’
‘You can cum inside.’ You panted, pulling his lips back to yours. With a few final thrusts, he groaned as he released his seed deep inside you, feeling your wall clench around him in the most perfect way. You came hard at the same time, trembling against him as the aftermath washed over you both.
‘Fuck, baby…’ Leaning heavily forwards and stabilising himself on the counter, he pressed gentle kisses along your neck and collarbone. Your hand on the back of his neck found its way to his hair, running your fingers through the strands.
‘T-That was good.’
He sighed, an unmatched sense of comfort in your presence. Arm wrapped around you, he pulled back to look in your eyes.
‘God. I want you.’ His face was flushed, like he was embarrassed to admit it. You smiled, brushing his hair out of his face.
‘Then you can have me.’ His heart races at your words. searching your eyes like they would tell him how serious you were being. You just grin, pulling him back down for another kiss. Another kiss, just as the front door opens.
‘Shit.’
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jthezombshark · 3 months
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I made this awhile ago (I didn’t do the background cause idk how to draw underwater 😔)
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Here’s without the dark/glow ⬇️
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kittick-art · 1 year
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So there's a poll going around...
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Here's the link to the poll!! VOTE MARCO!!!!
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Connie: OH MY GOD JEAN-
Jean: whattt?!
Connie: MARCO BOLDT FOUND DEAD AT 14
Jean: NOOOOOOOOOO
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hangespublicist · 7 months
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we as a society need to respect Marco Bodt more …
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mrsackermannx · 6 months
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SAME CHARACTER - DIFFERENT FONT
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aaamike · 2 years
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The thing I really enjoy about Eren’s character is that he is a traditional shonen protagonist, taken to its most logical extreme. He loves his friends he loved his mom and his father and he wants to do right by them all. But the only way he can is by doing the most extreme actions possible.
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frenzyfreakjay · 2 years
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𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗰𝗼: 𝙼𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍
𝗝𝗲𝗮𝗻, 𝗽𝘂𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗰𝗼’𝘀: 𝙱𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛?
𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗰𝗼:
𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗰𝗼: 𝙼𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚐
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crazychaoticizzy · 11 months
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“I’m Coming…”
Hearing Jean’s last words makes you remember someone you knew a long time ago…
WARNINGS: angst, death, hurt (no comfort?), domesticated Jean Kirstein, Jean is a bisexual if you squint really fucking hard, the title is not kinky.
Word Count: 944
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This was it…
Jean Kirstein was on his last legs. The same Jean Kirstein who always had something witty to quickly reply with when someone said something ridiculous. The same Jean Kirstein who had gradually become a much better person as the years passed by, who had finally become comfortable in his own skin. The same Jean Kirstein that always had an effective plan for everything.
Your Jean Kirstein was nearly dead. You wished you could do something about it, but it was out of your hands. You needed to let nature take its course.
You sat by his side the entire time. It was a much longer process than you anticipated. Your two grandchildren stayed with the two of you nearly the whole time. Your own children were present as well, though they had their own things to do around the house.
It was late into the evening. While Jean laid in bed and you sat beside him in your chair, your three children conversed. They recounted old memories in his last moments, answering any questions your grandchildren had.
It finally happened when the room was silent, grandchildren quietly reading or drawing and your own watching their father with sad eyes.
You were holding his hand. Tears had already started falling because you knew, you knew these were his last breaths. You knew that after today there would be no more of his witty remarks, his beautiful laugh. No more smudged graphite drawings of long forgotten faces scattered around the house. No more of him.
He squeezed your hand once, which you returned. You brought a hand to cover your mouth and let out a silent sob.
Immediately the rest of your family had come into the room and pulled their chairs closer to his bed, tears filling their eyes as they quietly spoke to him, wishing him well in wherever one went after death.
He had a slight smile on his face, and he brought your hand to his lips to
leave a soft kiss on your fingertips. “I love you,” he said softly.
You nodded, bringing your head down to connect your intwined hands with your forehead. “I love you, too.”
He smiled contently, blinking slowly before he looked up at the ceiling. “I’m coming, Marco…”
Those were his last words. His final breath left you a sobbing mess, so overridden with grief that your entire body shook. You swear your heart shattered into trillions of pieces, and you had just lost the second half of your soul to death’s cruel, cold hands.
You recalled his final words, smiling through the pain at them because he remembered his best friend in his final moments.
You had thought less and less about Marco as the years passed, coming to terms with his death after a while and accepting it. He was taken too soon, and while it left you sobbing for months, you knew you needed to move on.
Jean, however, thought about Marco almost daily. You would sometimes catch him silently talking to himself in a room, speaking aloud to update Marco on life’s happenings. You’d sometimes see a face that resembled the freckled boy’s among the collections of sketches in his study.
It was an arrow to the heart. Both of your best friends were now dead. The loves of your lives gone, and there was almost nothing left for you to live for…
Almost…
“Gramma?” It was your youngest grandchild. She couldn’t pronounce D sounds, so she always skipped over them. She gently tugged at your skirt, and you looked down at her with wet cheeks. Quietly, she asked, “Who’s Marco?”
The room went quiet again. No one else said anything, but you knew they had that same question.
You and Jean never shared much about the time before you had children. Your time as soldiers was tragic and bloody and neither of you felt particularly eager to relive it. On the rare occasion that you did, you always made sure it was something more lighthearted. The most they knew about your lives before they were born is that you and Jean were soldiers of Eldia, who bravely fought to protect the world from Eren Yeager.
They didn’t know anything.
They didn’t know about life inside the walls—before it was made know that there were entire countries out in the world.
They didn’t know about your time as cadets and the rigorous training that made you into brave soldiers.
They didn’t know about the Titans that once made Eldians live in fear.
They knew nothing about the betrayal of Reiner, Annie, and Bertholdt, and how devastated everyone became when they learned that their trusted comrades were foreign enemies.
And they knew nothing about Jean’s other half Marco, who died a terrible death far too soon…
You lifted your granddaughter onto your lap, taking a shaky breath in. “Give me a moment, okay?” She nodded as you wiped your eyes, still letting out silent cries. “I promise to tell you everything.”
And when you finally spoke they listened. Your family listened so intently. You told them about your time as cadets, about when you were part of the Survey Corps. The discovery of Eren’s Titan abilities and Marley and the Rumbling and Ymir and everything you could think of and remember. The faces may have faded and the colors may have gone dull and the memories may not have been as sharp as they needed to be, but you remember the way you felt as vividly as if it was yesterday.
And of course, you told them about the second love of your life Marco Bott.
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Hope y’all enjoyed
<3 Izzy
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kayla-crazy-stuffs · 4 months
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(I was kinda lazy so most of the days until 17 are going to be pictures and not drawings :"])
Day 05: Your OTP (I didn't know what it meant, so I searched it on google, I hope that means what I think it means)
♡ JeanMarco ♡
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bzbzbzzz · 8 months
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@amadinan
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whxre4hange · 2 years
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the most disturbing deaths in aot
manga spoilers below! u hav been warned!
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honestly, all of the deaths in aot were horrifying in their own way, but in this post, im just gonna brain-puke my thoughts about all of the most terrible deaths (in my opinion)
carla
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eaten alive by her husband’s ex wife 
covered her own mouth so her son wouldn’t hear her weeping for him to come back so she wouldn’t have to die alone ):
also connie’s mother (as a pure titan) recognised connie enough to say “welcome home”
so u cant tell me dina didn’t know who carla was....
>:(
mike
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the guy is usually so strong, composed, everything a leader should be
and he was screaming like a child when being eaten alive
it freaked me out 
nanaba
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similar to mike, a survey corps veteran who was eaten alive
screaming for her father to stop the whole time, indicating some kind of trauma
broke my heart into a million pieces
her death was pretty much forgotten but it stuck with me
marco
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and even at the end of the manga
i couldn’t forget the ‘disposable’ character who still had an impact years after his death
he was so fkn innocent and sweet
he wasn’t even angry
he just wanted to talk things out ): 
faye
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a literal child who just wanted to see the air ships
torn apart by fucking dogs
i can’t comprehend how people can do that kind of awful stuff
especially to a CHILD
as someone who has a sibling that age
idk it really just
yeah
isabel
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again, a literal child, who had no idea what she’d gotten into
brutally killed, still believing that levi would come and save her 
farlan
and farlan, who refused to run even when he knew he’d die a gruesome death
who waved farewell to levi, a slight smile of acceptance gracing his face
ymir
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who willingly went to marley, knowing she’d die, to save historia 
who died knowing that she’d never get to marry the love of her life
she was so full of a drive to survive
but in the scene where she was chained up to die
she just looked broken 
marlo
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and all of those soldiers that charged headon into certain death
who thought of hitch just before he died
she was thinking of you too; worrying about a man who would never return
hannes
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who was so wracked by grief and regret that he charged the smiling titan just to avenge Carla
he mightve had a chance to survive, but he got so caught up in avenging carla (e.g. torturing the titan instead of going for the kill because of all of the trauma she caused eren and mikasa), he didn’t
who closed his eyes as he died 
he had a good redemption arc but still ):
and all of those survey corps soldiers who died, screaming in fear, pain and anguish. theres too many to name here, but yeah
okay back to crying now! would love to hear your thoughts in the comments :)
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jthezombshark · 2 months
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Another JeanMarco fanart for y’all
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It’s them in the highschool manga au thing and I know that’s not jean hair in the school manga but it’s UGLY and I would NEVER draw that FUGLY, MUSTY, REDNECK HAVIN’ ASS, ‘YEE-YEE’ HAIR ASS HAIRCUT DAWG >:(
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airybcbyy · 2 years
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No thoughts just best friend! Marco who was always there when you cried over one of the many boys you talked to.
Best friend! Marco who just can't help staring at your sleeping form when you have a sleepover at his house.
Best friend! Marco who felt his heart flutter when he'd walked into your house and he heard your cries for him.
Best friend! Marco who opened your door thinking you were upset, only to find you sprawled out on your bed, fingers deep inside yourself.
Best friend! Marco who couldn't help but stare at you as you finally came undone on your own fingers, his name leaving your mouth.
Best friend! Marco who immediately walked away from your room, his pants feeling too tight and too uncomfortable now. Instead opting to sit on the couch, acting like he'd been waiting for you.
Best friend! Marco who excused himself to the bathroom after seeing you walk out of your room, hair disheveled.
Best friend! Marco who jerks himself to the image of you under him, replaying your noises in his head.
Best friend! Marco who comes back and sits on the couch with you cuddled right next to you.
Best friend! Marco who listened to you babble on and on about the boys you've failed to fall in love with.
Best friend! Marco who now realizes that he's the reason you can't seem to keep a man entertaining you.
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As an apology for the angst I posted last ♡
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nuclevi · 2 years
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HEADCANONS! [modern au]
ft. aot characters
warnings: lil swearing
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connie and sasha listen to bollywood music
armin prefers hardcovers over paperbacks
mikasa prefers dark chocolate over milk chocolate
annie is one of those spiritual fairy core bitches who are all into crystals and chunky rings and green skirts. and she looks prettyyy too like any person on campus is turning their head to look at her and thinking how cool she is
marco loves lemon deserts for some reason like all those blueberry and lemon cake, lemon loaf, etc
bertholdt’s fav book is dead poets society
mikasa tries her hand at cooking by trying celebrity recipes and her all time fav is the gigi hadid pasta (its the easiest to make for her)
mikasa’s fav color is red
historia owns one of those vinnie vestwood pearl necklaces that were trending a while ago
the girls have a sleepover tradition where they all gather at someone’s house (usually decided by rotation) at the end of the week and relax together. it includes skincare ofc, eating cupcakes, watching gilmore girls and online shopping.
armin makes his own diy bookmarks and even shared some w mikasa
sometimes erwin drags levi with him to museums and talks some cryptic shit to annoy him like “this painting represents the unending sorrow that stems from the guilt and–“ “what this painting represents is that the painter was shit at his job, erwin.”
sasha collects stuffed animals and she even names them
erwin’s fav food is sandwiches. he just loves how they are so easy to make and are still experimental
jean has a fear of snakes
erwin owns house plants!!! it started when hange gifted him one and since then he was obsessed with taking care of them
levi carries a hydroflask at all times and refuses to drink water from anything else
historia used to be a big wattpad fanfiction girl as a teen but refuses to tell anyone abt it 💀
connie is one of those hardcoreee mcu fans like posters all over his wall, keeps check with all the cast and is always the first to book tickets for new movies
connie and sasha fake proposals to get free food at restaurants lmaoo
bertholdt loves kids and wants to be an elementary school teacher!!
eren is a big kdrama fan and even drags armin to watch w him on weekends. and they‘re like those annoying talkative mfs who won’t shutup while watching the show. ”OMG why did he leave her like that???” “what a bitch?? just leave the two alone“ “lee dong wook is daddy” (honestly same tho)
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