#sliceofapotato

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

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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]

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.

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.

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.

//Omg we should so talk more! ;;