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[ ♟ ] –  “Can’t argue with you there,” Bertholdt said with a small bark of laughter. “They smell like shit. Taste like shit too, honestly...” He stared down at the cigarette pinched between his fingers. Bits of ash dropped onto the floor, becoming specs on his boots.   “But there’s just something... Good about them. Something that just keeps you coming back.” He took another drag. He never really considered his addiction before. Didn’t matter what was in them, all that mattered was the sweet, fleeting release. 

“Never seen you smoking before. It’s nice.” Bertholdt plucked the cigarette out of his mouth again and held it out in a silent offer.

“Not like I’ve ever really looked I guess.” Scratching the back of his head, he frowned down at the ground, not liking the casual way Bertholdt had thrown out the suggestion of exchanging oral sex for cigarettes. It bothered him. Even the thought of Bertholdt consensually getting involved with someone bothered him. His frown deepened subconciously as the shaded images of Bertoldt and some faceless lover engaged in something quick and filthy clawed over the inner theatre of his mind.

“Maybe. I dunno, there’s a lot of it about. One of the vets tried to pick me up a few days ago. I doubt you’d get in too much trouble.” Then again, maybe they’d make an example of him. “I could argue with you on that. It stinks and clings to you.”  

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Send 👍 if you like my character portrayal; please say why.

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--Been inactive for a month now and I have no excuse. /awkward laughter. 

Let’s get this blog started again. Starter call! Like this post for a starter.

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--gonna work on my drafts now. But be warned mun is in a bad mood

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Send 💓 for my muses reaction to yours listening to their heart beat.

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I want a Jean to rp with me so bad

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thearmoredhomo replied to your post:–tfw when write a long starter and lose it all

THAT HAPPENED TO ME TWICE WITH A PETRA. It was like six-eight long af paras and they kept fubaring.

fubaring omg that sounds like death incarnate

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DADDY KINK/GENTLE DOM SENTENCE STARTERS

1. "Come here boy and sit in my lap"

2. "Give Daddy a kiss."

3. "I think it's time for some play, don't you?"

4. "Go and pick a toy for us to play with."

5. "Don't you want to make me proud?"

6. "Come on, time for bed."

7. "Put Daddy's cock in your mouth, theres a good boy."

8. "Daddy's had enough now, stop that."

9. "Let me tie you up baby."

10. "You look so pretty with your head in my lap"

11. "I've bought you lots of new presents, want to see?"

12. "Try that on, and I'll wait here."

13. "Fix Daddy a drink? It's been a long day."

14. "Come here, I want to cuddle"

15. "Let Daddy put his fingers inside of you."

16. "Did you see any toys you liked on the website baby?"

17. "Lets go lie down and pretend to have a nap."

18. "Come here baby and sit on my face"

19. "You have to do something for me, before I do something for you."

20. "Think you can still concentrate with my fingers inside of you?"

21. "Did you know you have the cutest butt I've ever seen?"

22. "Bend over for me baby."

23. "Stop bouncing up and down, you're distracting me from my work."

24. "So what do you want to do today baby?"

25. "Daddy has the whole day off work. Lets stay in bed."

26. "I think it's bathtime, don't you?"

27. "Now where did you learn to dance like that?"

28. "I have some chocolate, you want to earn some?"

29. "Stay the night? I'll take good care of you."

30. "Daddys bored. Put that book down and come entertain me."

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--tfw when write a long starter and lose it all

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Starter Call

–Like this post for a starter!

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[ ♟ ] –  A long moment of silence dragged on before Bertholdt opened his mouth. Damn, he thought he’d have at least another day before Reiner receded behind his shell again. “...Yeah,” he said, resuming the conversation. “Strength of the self will do you way more good than strength of faith ever would.” He combed a hand through his greasy hair; he’d have to wash it sometime soon. “Having friends you can could on. It’s nice.” 

Watch, observe, learn.

Some subconscious pull that Reiner couldn’t explain had him oddly focused on the going-ons. He wasn’t too sure just why a soldier would need to learn behaviors of other people, but couldn’t really not concentrate - as if it were second nature, taught from birth. Reiner had hardly noticed his childhood friend speak up, he believed him to be asleep for the time being, “Humans? Bertholdt don’t be weird we are human,” Wasn’t… He… “But I guess I see what you mean. I think that no matter how you dress it up it’s just something really basic - something for everyone to put their focus on. Something goes bad in your life? Blame god. A miracle happens? It was divine intervention. Truth is we have more strength than we know - make our own miracles. I’d rather believe in myself and my friends than in someone I can’t prove is really looking out for me.”

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Speedpaint challenge: failed government experiment Continuation of the modern outside world au.

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[ ♟ ] –  “Okay! Maybe I should just chop off my hands and let you piss in the wounds while I’m at it.” Bertholdt sighed as he repositioned the squirming, complaining weight digging right into his back. Figures Reiner, the man who would carry everybody’s backpack in the rain, wouldn’t carry the load just because of a few ‘moral inadequacies’. It fuckin’ figures. 

There was a short lull of silence and, this time, Bertholdt was the one who broke it. He clicked his tongue to get Eren’s attention. “Hey, shortstuff. Why do you keep trying, anyway? If it were me I would’ve given up since you guys lost Trost. Only a matter of time before they break through Rose.”

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  “You could always, I dunno, let me go?” Eren knew that wouldn’t work but who could blame him for at least trying? He wriggled more, just to spite him. It figures he let himself get captured again, it just fucking figures.

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[ ♟ ] – Bertholdt quirked his brow, the corner of his lips twitching up into a smile. “You’re... kidding, right? There’s enough of these hidden around this camp they may as well sell them in the commissary. Though specifically...” Bertholdt racked his brain for details. “I traded Sikowitz two pairs of socks for some extra meal tickets and traded that with Somers.” So many S surnames. “Although, maybe I gave a blowjob to a seedy guy in a back alley,” he said sarcastically. 

The tip of the cigarette glowed orange in the dark as he inhaled. Inhale, exhale. A small plume of smoke exited his chapped lips. “Who knows,” he continued, “ Maybe I’ll get busted for sodomy before any of the other stuff.” Bertholdt knew he wasn’t being too funny, but the tension between them was strong since before he even lit up. “Tell you what, though--Tobacco is about the only good thing to come from humans.”  

“I do wish you wouldn’t smoke those things.” He purposefully tried to evade the question, hoping to dodge the topic for as long as possible. It was beginning to occur to him that his world view was shifting, that for the first time in their lives they were out of sync. Huddling himself against the cold, he shot Bertholdt a look and quirked an eyebrow in question. “How do you even get a hold of those, anyway?” Distraction and misdirection. He’d gotten good at it by now, although lately he didn’t feel the heavy weight of the lie so much as he used to. Perhaps he’d gotten used to it at last.

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thearmoredhomo

[ ♟ ] – Camp offered church services every Friday for the truly devout. And, well, Bertholdt had never been christened before but he always could use an extra hour to nap. Looking at the other drowsy faces half-listening to sermon, though, it seemed like a lot of other cadets thought the same. Sermon met up in the chapel, which really was just a rec room rented out for the service. The benches were far from comfortable, but this was one of the only places Bertholdt could zone out. People just assumed he was praying. 

“I don’t get it,” Bertholdt sighed, resting his head on his knees back at his bunk later that evening. He spoke softly even if there was nobody around to hear. “I don’t get humans preoccupation with God. From what it seems, they go around chalking every bad thing to ever happen as some sort of trial by Him and if you believe hard enough somehow that’ll save you. But God won’t save you when your house is crumblin’ over you.” 

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Attack on Titan [7] by prema-ja