a testament to my obsession love
i was re-reading c’est l’amour and forever and i had to daw a couple more scenes (these are from forever- c’est l’amour’s sequel) ♥ ; u ;
go read them they’re both rly rly cute and the fluff is just aaaaa♥
Can we rp
{ ♕ } - - uhhhhh, to be quite honest I’m not really comfortable with rping with personal blogs for some reason?? idk it’s just...I like to roleplay with blogs that are dedicated to a specific muse/specific muses, with an about page and rules and all that.. I really don’t want to sound rude but that’s just what I’m more comfortable with, I guess. :|
send me a -////- on anonymous if your muse has a crush on mine!!
doodles whilst procrastinating from homework..
I am sorry I know I'm a shit person but - "jean starts to see that marco isn’t half-bad" ... dude.
{ ♕ } - - how did I not notice that? oh. my. god.
Jean and Marco in High School
Jean:
Jean and Marco:
one of my favorite au ideas is that jean is one of the most popular boys in school and marco, while nice, is constantly bullied by other students, including jean. but after marco becomes his tutor, jean starts to see that marco isn’t half-bad and starts to develop feelings for him.
mmmm yes this idea. Approval I have.
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If multiple ships include them all.
The blond was highly pleased with himself with the reaction he got from his warning. He loved Marco, cared about him like a brother but there were times when he just couldn’t put up with his teasing. Now was especially one of those times. Instead he was too busy worrying about making him as comfortable as possible and he wasn’t really helping anyone with his sarcasm.
“Good, I intend to keep it that way and I hope you know what’s good for you and listen.” Armin then sat himself beside the cocoon that was Marco and tried not to smirk himself at how helpless the guy looked wrapped and buried under a number of blankets. He probably exaggerated too much with the numbers but it was better to be safe then sorry. Secretly it was a form of a little friendly revenge, too. “You’re lucky, though, I get cold easily even with a jacket and sweater on.”
He wanted to snicker at his friend’s question, tell him that ‘that was the point’ but it was too soon to end his fun. So he simply acted like normal, reaching over to the untouched bag to retrieve his dinner before he dug in. “Well, do you need anything right now? Because if not then I don’t see what’s the problem.”
Marco glanced over at Armin, given that he couldn’t quite turn his head in his direction to look at him properly. He could tell the slight hint of wit in the blond’s voice and facial expression and was very sure he found pleasure in doing this to him.
“No worries, I’ll listen, though, you could have made that easier on me if you hadn’t covered my ears with these blankets.” Obviously Marco wasn’t able to completely let his sarcasm slip.
“Well, you’re the doctor but I’m positive you wouldn’t get cold so easily now if you would have kept a few of the comforters for yourself, I wouldn’t mind sharing.” The brunet wouldn’t have minded a little cuddling either, but he didn’t say so directly.
Marco narrowed his eyes at the question, unsure of what Armin had planned, then the corner of his mouth curled upwards in a mischievous smirk. “What if I said I’d like a cup of tea? Fennel does wonders on hurting tummies, ya know?”
─What? It was a question that crossed his mind. United States? What is supposed to be that? A place? Well judging by the Marco’s clothing… Then he was in another place, another world, could this be? Maybe it was just his imagination, right? it did not know how to answer the question of another, then, it supposed that this is a country?
“I think so, I come from elsewhere but I do not know how I got here… I’m very confused.” He admitted. This was a rather confusing situation, something that had never happened in his life. Where were the Titans? People here seemed very happy, carefree… That to Eren is strange because people in his world live in despair, anguish, hopeless.
He looked the other, cocking his head to one side. “University? What is that? "He sighed heavily and with a little sadness. "I do not understand anything.” Yes, he is quite confusing and frustrating. It hate feeling that way; not knowing where he is.
Marco frowned in worry about the guy he just met. Eren Jäger. Who was he? Where was he from and what for heaven’s sake had happened to him? To the brunet it sounded like he had some sort of amnesia or even worse mental conditions.
“You don’t know what a university is?” he asked in pure disbelief, not quite knowing how to deal with this situation. “Don’t you have ‘em where you’re from?”
Apparently not.
Marco took a deep breath, focussing on what was important. “Well uh... will you tell me maybe, about that place that you’re from? Do you remember it?”
when someone’s on your nerves but they sensitive af so you cant go off
kyojin crossing ft. mayor levi heichou
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