#sliceofapotato

[squadleaderkirschtein-blog]

sliceofapotato replied to your post “(( Is my theme messed up for anyone else? Guess I need to work on...”

It is messed up, I only see the credits from the theme and background and all, no posts

(( Dammit.. Ughh. I'll start on that now then.  Thanks

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[ayyoari]

♚

Armin chuckled softly, leaning into the other’s innocent and soft touch as her nails gently scratched against his scalp, a smile on his lips.

Nonsexual acts of Intimacy - Select from the following for my muse to respond to… [♚:Head scratches]

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[ayyoari]

؎ {{AYYYY LONG TIME NO SEE}, HOW U DOIN?}

Looking towards the brunette girl, he blinked a few times as he stared down at the sugary ball at the end of the stick. “Thank you, Sasha,” chirped up the blonde as he leaned forward, taking the end into his mouth before taking the stick from her hands, a smile on his lips.

Send me a "؎" for my muse's reaction to yours offering them a lollipop that was in their mouth.

sliceofapotato

[notadamnhorse-moved]

"Your baby at 5am."

Jean groaned and rolled over. Really, she was trying to pull that on him? "Should be our baby at all times," he muttered and sat up, rubbing at his eyes. He didn't want to take so long, but he was groggy and still mostly asleep at 5 in the morning.

The baby, almost 4 months old, was a sweet little girl named after Sasha's mother. Jean padded over to the crib, gently taking the child into his arms. She seemed to calm down almost instantly as Jean rubbed her small back, but it was only for a brief moment as she continued to cry again.

"Sasha," he called out to the brunet, distressed at the sound of a crying baby so early in the day, "I think she's hungry."

[cxnsilixm--moved-blog]

“Guaranteed to blow your mind.” {{Cause it could be about everything and I really wanted to interract with you so hi}}

❝__Sasha, if this is about food, anything blows your mind. ❞

[kirsteiniism-archive-blog]

♦ {{I really like that picture in your thingy}}

Send me ♦ for what my muse would say at your muse’s funeral.

It was a bleak day for all those who attended, the rain dripping from their noses to create neat patches of dampness on their clothes. The 104th Trainee Corps stood with their heads bowed— one of their own had fallen. Sasha Braus had died three weeks prior to that day, those grueling weeks had been spent relentlessly trying to locate her body. Ultimately they had failed, and what they buried was nothing but her blades, found in the wilderness. Jean Kirschtein stepped up to the podium, a small piece of paper in his hands. Taking one look at it, he could tell that rehearsed words were not what his friends wanted to hear. "Audax at fidelis,” he said, letting his lips twist into a saddened smile. The rain dripped from his hair, creating trails that mixed with the tears on his face. "That’s Latin for ‘Bold but faithful’, and I think it describes Sasha perfectly. There— I.."Lost for words, he sighed and held the bridge of his nose— he was messing it up.

"She tried so hard, and I admired her courage. Let her—" his voice cracked and he let out a stifled sob, quickly trying to compose himself. "Let her give us strength, and don’t..— don’t let her memory fade. We’ve lost so many, and it’s—… it’s not fair. How many do we have t’lose before we..?”And after that, he could say no more. Kind hands found his shoulders and he was guided back to his seat. Death is a heavy burden to carry,

[ayyoari]

blueberry, grapes and lime~ we roleplayed but don't talk that much

//Omg we should so talk more! ;;

Blueberry - You’re amazing.Grapes - I could stay on your blog for hoursLime - I don’t talk to you but I really love your blog.