What am I dying for...
"Hello, I am Marco Bodt. Can I help you?"
M!A: (none, but accepting)
~Tracking- freckledbodtsoldier
~Independent multiverse rp blog for Marco. This Marco has survived the 'Battle of Trost' & is currently in-listed in the 'Survey Corps' in main!verse.~
~May be NSFW at times. Mun is +20~
~multiship, Will rp with anyone & any fandom. OCs welcome.~
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//sorry guys, I didn’t see what time it was, I got to go so I can get some sleep for work tonight, hoping to be on more next week, and maybe even some this week//

//still lurking, but got to go eat




I made a meowco (transparent) Jean ver. here

virtusferocia sent:

{ ♫ };; -- Cuddles up close to and nestles face into chest. ❝Ah.. You're so warm..❞

"What can I say, I’m your natural heater." He laughs, pulling her in close and wrapping a blanket around them both.




"If you’re dead, it wouldn’t even be fair." Marco pouted shaking his head. 


"Maybe someday I’ll catch you when you’re really sleepy." He smiled. "Then I bet I’d win!"

"Yer’ right, even as a stiff I’d be faster’n you, huh?" Though, that probably wasn’t what Marco’d meant. 


"Aw, that’s fightin’ dirty." 

"As if!" He laughed, lightly punching the other male’s shoulder.

"Oh I don’t think so, dear Jean." He smirked playfully.

homogayhorse sent:

"I'm sorry ---- I'm sorry I left you there."








Marco frowned, hesitantly stepping closer.


"Jean…It wasn’t your fault. Please…" His voice shook as he tried to keep from crying. "You have no need to apologize for that."

Marco’s lips never moved as he spoke. Everything he said could only be communicated telepathically, and to one person at a time. He could also only be seen by those who he had a deep connection with (Jean, Armin, and Eren, and his mother if he so chose), as long as he willed himself visible.

Marco felt the warm sensation of a hand pass through him and sighed. He could feel Jean’s life energy course throughout him briefly as the appendage fell away. He’d accidentally walked through several people by now, and found that, though he was usually cold, any living creature that went through him gave him warmth.

"I’m sorry…I can touch you, but it doesn’t work the other way around." 

He watched Jean fight back tears, and took both his hands into his own, holding them to his chest. “Jean. It’s going to be alright. You’ll see. I’ll always be here watching over you, I promise.”

"Marco, I don’t want to do this anymore…" he whispered, getting chills at Marco’s freezing touch but at the same time, wanting it to last for as long as possible. He felt as if he had nothing else to live for…the one person he really pushed on for though the trainee days was dead and now here he was in the Scouting Legion fighting for a victory that he may never even live to see fulfilled. "I just want to come home…"

( freckledbodtsoldier I wasn’t sure if you saw it so I tagged you ^^; heh)

(No worries dear :D)

"Please…It breaks my heart to hear you say such things." Marco replied, his eyes becoming watery, and His thumbs moving softly over Jean’s fingers. 

"I know it’s hard, but it’s going to be ok, you’re going to be ok. Please be strong for me Jean, I know you can do it." He gave a warm and encouraging smile.

He watched Marco’s expression, closing his eyes and sighing softly. As much as it hurt to press on, it hurt more to do anything at all that upset Marco. As much as he would much rather join Marco wherever he was without fear of the titans, he knew he just couldn’t do that. He’d feel as if he was betraying Marco if he ended it. “I’ll try my best…it just hurts so much.”

"I know it does, but I also know that, in time, things will get better. You need to trust in that." He leaned down and kissed softly at Jean’s forehead. "I love you Jean. I’ll always look out for you, and I will wait for you as long as it takes, I promise.

Jean nodded, taking another deep breath to further steady himself. Tears still lingered in his eyes but he was calmer than before, which was good. “Just…please visit me more often. Being able to see you will keep me sane.” he whispered, biting his lower lip to keep it from quivering. He wanted to reach out and caress the other’s cheek…he’d heard that spirits and angels could manifest into physical bodies and honestly he wished desperately that Marco could do the same. He needed to hold him at least one last time. “I love you so much, I just hate that I never said it while you were still with me.”

"Of course." Marco nodded. "I’ll try to visit atleast once a week." Marco’s eyes watered as jean spoke.  "I love you too, I know we missed out on a lot together, but atleast it’s not really goodbye." He answered tried to keep his smile from faltering. 




I want a movie about a little girl, aged like 11-12, going through the struggles of prepubescent girl life, with her entire inner monologue is narrated by Samuel L. Jackson.

Shot of disgruntled adorable little girl.

SLJ: I knew that Susie was a backstabbin’ motherfucker, and if anyone was going to ruin my chances of being Miss Sugar Drop Queen, it was that asshole. 

I didn’t know I needed this in my life until now.

This is never not funny


This song all ways made me think of these two))

forsaken-loyalty sent:

"You seem like an interesting person.." The young demon mumbled as she slowly walked towards the male, she was rather interested about him. She kept her wings close to her back once she was close enough. (( /)w(\ Hello there! ))




"M-Me? Interesting? I guess I wouldn’t think so." He chuckled nervously, eyeing her wings curiously.


"T-The name’s Marco Bodt, who might you be?"

"Juju." He repeated, testing the name out on his tongue. "Nice to meet you too." He smiled kindly. "What is it you find so interesting about me if you don’t mind me asking?"

{☢} — "Oh- Well, humans in general are simply interesting. You look a bit different from the rest of the human beings I’ve seen though." she answered softly, the young demon was a bit confused about Marco looking a bit different but it was somewhat nice meeting others.


"Oh, I see." He nodded. He was surprised when she mentioned he looked different.

"It’s the freckles isn’t it." He chuckled.