marco bodt | 104th | soldier. D E F I N I N G the latin term spiraculum vitae: ↠ breath of l i f e. ↞ FIGHTER. SURVIVOR. FRIEND. AND INSPIRATION.
Don't wanna be here? Send us removal request.
Text
sorry i havent been around very much! school's been kicking my ass. but i'll be back soon, without a doubt.~
0 notes
Text
That's your way of being nice...?

Wow, I really don't want to see your version of mean.
I’m just being nice.

5 notes
·
View notes
Photo
floral marco
656 notes
·
View notes
Text
i return home to seven new followers
iehriukjhrijkbrfje !!!

0 notes
Text
The question that Annie poses is a logical one and it should be easy to answer, but it's one that puzzles Marco just a tad. On the outside, such a thing would seem selfish in all aspects, but really--she blonde had a point. In this world, it's do or die. Look out for yourself and keep your chin up. The strong trample the weak.
Marco's never been a fan of that kind of world.

He shrugs slightly--a loose bump of freckled shoulders, sheltered by the caramel leather of his jacket. "Well," He begins, slowly. "It might be. But I don't really need it all right now. Who knows--maybe you do? I don't, so--if you're hungry, it's here."

—♞; Lithe steps tapped lightly against the cold floors of the congregated facility as the flaxen haired trainee followed in the footsteps of the other; gathering as much as possible onto her designated tray. Truth be told, Annie wasn’t really all that hungry (surprisingly), but she’d most definitely need the stamina if she were to survive another day of rigorous training.
A muffled sound that could best be translated to a sort of ‘Hm?’ escaped the girl’s slender lips in response to Marco’s offer. Silently, she stood there for a few moments; sullen eye’s unintentionally boring into the fellow trainee’s own pair of hazel optics before replying with a question of her own. “…With the limited amount of food we get here, wouldn’t it be better to keep it for yourself?”
#apatheticferocity#yES U R CORRECT M'DEAR THIS TIMELINE IS SPOT ON#my canon is obviously set pre-death b/c nobody got time for a frickin zombie ass marco#but i'm considering adding some verses jfgijgngfkjcvnk hUFFS#prose
3 notes
·
View notes
Text
ok ok i'm still searching for a decent theme but this one can serve as a temp. c':
#;;#outoflife#i'M ALSO RLY MAD RN#BECAUSE I CANT FIND THE FULL ART PICE OF MY LAST SIDEBAR#EUEUEUHEUEUHHHHHHE WJHDJBDJB
0 notes
Text
apatheticferocity +
vertraueninmich entered the training grounds.
{ preparing some food for himself in the mess hall, marco's swivelling around the kitchen, grabbing what he can and what's allowed. he munches on a carrot, bright orange against the browns and dark, warm colours of the kitchen.
at the visitor, marco gives a little smile and offers his plate. }
Want some?
3 notes
·
View notes
Text
braunoverbrains +
potetohime entered the training grounds.
{ marco's just been sitting along one of the fences, perched atop the wood with his feet supporting himself against one of the lower planks. he's watching a sparring session drone on, and having finished his, the teen is just trying to catch his breath. }
Oh--? Hey.
2 notes
·
View notes
Photo
ありえねぇ…マルコ…何があった?
It can't be...Marco...what happened?
371 notes
·
View notes
Text
"But--"
Marco sighs, leaning his chin in the palm of his hand as hazel eyes follow to watch what Eren is doing. Fiddling with the equipment, he assumes. The soldier straightens up and folds his hands in front of him, brows raised slightly as he peers over Eren's arm.

"I swear I didn't break it or anything."
Eren comes over to examine the object in his hands and knits his brows together, then his eyes travel to his equipment.
”..Well, if it doesn’t fit, then obviously you’ve done something wrong.”

"Here, let me see," he says, without really waiting for permission, taking the gear from Marco’s hands and looking it over.
4 notes
·
View notes
Text
Hanji Zoe, correct? From the Scouting Legion?
{ marco's heard about the members of each unit--the military police, the stationary guard, and of course, the scouting legion. the three divisions of humanity's military force. }

I'm Marco. Marco Bodt.
This recruit..hmm, the name couldn’t quite register in her head immediately, but she would remember it in due time.
"Good evening to you too!"
She smiled, canting her head slightly.

7 notes
·
View notes
Text
That'd be great! Thank you.

But, what do you mean it differs...? Books are books. They're all different stories. You can't have one that's the same as the other. That'd be just boring.
I can guarantee a vast selection — probably more than is permitted, actually. Here’s to bags left unsearched.

— I — should warn you, most of my collection —… differs from what is regularly accepted.
You’re unlike most people, though, I can tell. I’ll see what I can do.
4 notes
·
View notes
Text
Eren.

Don't be ridiculous.
Want me to help you sleep?

[RAISES HIS FIST.]
5 notes
·
View notes
Text
twtitans replied to your post: I took a nap this afternoon and now I can’t fall...
Good job.
I didn't think this would happen --
{ huffs. }
5 notes
·
View notes
Text
I took a nap this afternoon and now I can't fall asleep.

Heh.
1 note
·
View note
Text
i've been busy all day with family stuff and i need to shower and write a paper, so replies will come in a couple hours. c':
0 notes
Text
dont even talk to me about the new episode oh my g o d
#;;#outoflife#screeches at marco's importance to everyone#to jeAN#sLAMS FIST DOWN ON THE TABLE AND SCREECHES INTO THE NIGHT#also i've been doing homework all day so none of my drafts are done as of now oOPS
0 notes