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Hello Bertholdt! I was wondering if, because I've been having a really rough couple of weeks, if I could possibly have a hug? I am so smol, and you are so tol, and hugs are always nice when you're feeling down. /hopefully looks *way* up at you

I usually don’t hug strangers, but you really sound like you need one. C’mere. <3

#gif #cosplay #bertholdt #mun's face #bertholdturtle #this is fun #I do hope things turn around for you hun!#(if that's not an in character thing you're saying at least- then i hope the best for your muse) either way #<3 #penguinschasingbutterflies

Bertholdt, do you know any sign language?

I do, but only one. I’m really bad at remembering these things.

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{ The Beginning }

{ @bertholdturtle }

As the sons of two large corporation CEO’s, Jean Kirschtein and Marco Bodt were used to the high class scene. Jean parents ran a buisness out of a France, and just so happened to branch over to America, where they moved overseas and merged with the Bodt’s corporation. Dinner parties, charity events, and others was how Jean and Marco had finally met. Their parents had introduced them, and they had just clicked. They had met at the age of 10 and 11, and even years later they were closer than ever.

Now they were adults, and had become restless and resentful of the work their parents did. They had been planning a kind of heist for a little while now; who wouldn’t want to take a chunk of change from a money sucking organization? While in the public they appeared as perfect gentleman, they had their secrets. Jean was slowly becoming a knife specialist, enlisting help from an old friend to teach him, while Marco had his own kind of dark, persuasive charm he had going for them. Perfect partners in crime.

Erwin Smith, an acquaintance of theirs made through their parents, had apparently found both men intriguing. And that’s why they were invited over to dinner to discuss a business proposal Erwin had for them. Both being curious about the opportunity, they agreed to go. They were aware of the underground business he ran, though not many of the details. That’s what the dinner would provide.

They arrived at Erwin’s house, Marco dressed in maroon and black suit, with the gloves to match, while Jean was clad in lavender and black. Erwin greeted them at the door and let them in, before leading them towards the living room. The freckled man a gloved hand on the small of Jean’s back as they were guided through the house, fingers rubbing smooth circles into the muscle of his back.

What neither of them happened to be expecting was two other men waiting for them in the living room. The man Erwin introduced as Bertholdt was tall, dark haired, and handsome. The other man, Reiner, was quite honestly built like a tank and had wonderfully chisled features. After their host had gotten through the basic introductions, he gave the newcomers a glass of wine and excused himself to check on the food.

Settling down on the couch, Jean took a slow sip of his wine and gazed across the coffee table at them. “Have you both worked with Erwin before?” He asked with a tilt of his head, causally leaning against Marco when he sat next to him. It was simply out of habit.

#this icon though #i hope this is okay #bertholdturtle #mafia au

{ @bertholdturtle }

ULTIMATE SHIP MEME - SEND MY CHARACTER A ❤ AND I’LL FILL IN THE FORM OF WHAT MY CHARACTER WOULD DO WITH YOURS.BOLD YOUR CHOICES

Would my character…

#CUTIES #i lvoe these two #berujean #jeanbert #bertholdturtle

❖

Cupping his face, Reiner leaned in, placing a soft kiss to the corner of Berthold’s mouth before hesitantly moving to kiss him fully. Inexperienced and perhaps a little too eager, he moved his lips against Berthold’s for a moment, trying to keep things soft without anything to base his judgement on.

Pulling back, he grinned at him sheepishly, hand coming up automatically to rub at the back of his neck, a strange mix of confidence and anxiety.

“So, um...”

#bertholdturtle

ReiJeanBert

Send me a ship and I’ll rate it:

NOTP || Just no || Meh || Neutral || Good Potential || Ship it || OTP || JUST FUCK ALREADY

#reminds me of a certain fanfic i read once >.>#Anonymous #reijeanbert #bertholdturtle #rate ships

I remember you- closed rp w/bertholdturtle

Annie was not having a good day. She overslept and missed all her morning classes. It almost didn’t seem worth it to leave the house. She decided she could try and be productive today and find a job. Since she left home and cut off ties with her father, Annie had been struggling financially. She had some money saved up, but that went towards school and it payed three months rent in advance. However those three months were ending.

She had been looking all over town for weeks now with no luck. People either weren’t hiring for a position that she was qualified for or they wanted someone with experience. She had been alerted via email that a Starbucks nearby was hiring for part and full-time positions as barista. She wasn’t much of a coffee drinker but she loved tea.

Finally arriving at her destination, Annie took a moment to check her reflection in the window. She had done her best to make herself look presentable, but trying to act pleasant was where she went wrong. Her resting face was a glare, so she’d try to tone it down. When she entered the store, the strong smell of coffee permeated her nostrils. She walked up to the counter where the back of a very tall man faced her. He seemed busy, and she was hesitant to bother him. Shaking her head, she finally spoke up.

“Excuse me? I was wondering if I could fill out an application?”

bertholdturtle

#bertholdturtle #finally finished it #hope you like #sorry for taking so long #reincarnation au