
"She likes being serenaded. Even if it’s the cheesiest ballad in the world, she loves it. It may sound weird but trust me, she’ll be wrapped around your finger if you do.“


I got your back, sugar. We’re like two gingers in a pod.
Motherhood was something that Petra would of never expected to have. Being a soldier, someone who could die in the blink of an eye, it scared her to even think about bringing a child to this world. Though it was a wish she had always wanted, Petra never wanted her child to grow up without their parents in their life and, between that and the fact that Levi was adamant about not creating one, it seemed like it’d never happen.
That was, until their daughter made her appearance five years ago.
As Petra cleans up in the kitchen, she reminisces about the moment she finds out she’s with child. Both of them scared to death, it was hard trying to figure out just what to do. They’d been careful, taking so many precautions, but she supposes that there must of been a reason that the moment had come for them to be parents. She’ll admit that the pregnancy hadn’t been an easy one and, though Levi would never openly admit to it, he’d practically been a mother hen, tending to her and make sure she was healthy until their daughter was born.
Since then, it’s been a rather smooth road for them both, though it has its challenges . Only coming in when the Scouting Legion is in dire need, Petra stays at Headquarters while Levi and the others make their way out to expeditions. There’s no guarantee that he’ll make it back, but she tries to not worry about him. After all, she knows that he’s more than able to care for himself.
Besides, fatherhood looks rather well on Levi.
A call was sounded and, turning, spots her daughter running towards her. At the mention of Levi’s rather bad habit of swearing she sighs and, drying her hands, scoops up the girl in her arms for a few moments as she holds her before placing her back down, bestowing a kiss to the child’s ebony crown.
Leave it to Levi to unintentionally teach their child bad habits so early.
“Did he, now? I’d say daddy’s in trouble again. Come on, let’s go find him. Even he can’t escape from the swear jar.”
♥: One thing you love about your Muse.
One thing I love about Petra is this motherly persona she takes on. All of the scouting legion either are far from their parents, or lost their parents during the war and, in a way, it’s like she’s taken them underneath their wing and protects them. Don’t get me wrong, she’s still the sassiest mom there is, but she’s very good about comforting when the time is needed.
☄: What you think of your Muse.
Gosh, I don’t even know where to begin. I love Petra with everything I have. She’s a badass woman who can kick ass and still be motherly to everyone. She takes no one’s shit and she’s not afraid to fuck up everything you love should you cross her. At the same time, she has such a radiant soul and she’s kind. Her team means everything to her and she will fight for them until her last breath. I wish she hadn’t died so early but I can honestly say that she’s perfect, and I’ve had only the highest honor of being able to portray her.
▶: A talent of the Mun’s (besides RPing, of course!)
I can sing! (Well, at least I think I might be decent I may sound like a dying cat for all I know) If anyone has ever been in a skype call with me, I tend to serenade my lovely friends whenever I write replies since I play music to help me write. I’ve done choir for 8 years before I graduated and got to college, and two of those years have been honors.

ooc; Oh! You mean in my little box? Unfortunately, I do not! I actually just went and checked just to make sure and there’s none, but if you click in the box you can use the up and down arrow keys to scroll so it’s easier for you.

A slight tint of pink is dusted on fair cheeks at the compliment, from her twin no less. A smile is tugged upwards, and she gazes at the other with a slight softness.
"Thank you. I could same the same for you. Blue’s a lovely color.“
vomit / don’t ship / ok / cute / adorable / sexy / perfect / beyond flawless /hot damn / screaming and crying / i will ship them in hell
Nine days.
Blue eyes wondered around surroundings, a calm and collected expression upon his visage. Chaos reigned like a powerful tyrant, debris and death the common scenery, as well as the fear that could practically be felt by even him. He had nothing to say about this, really; they were not his orders. If the Stern Ritter had his way, he’d purge the world sooner than nine days. Filthy shinigami wandered around, and it wasn’t something he wanted to see anymore of.
However, orders were orders, and he was the faithful servant.
A bigger plan was to be emerged, though there were… complications. One being a certain ginger by the name of Ichigo Kurosaki. Jugram is slightly irked at the fact that the boy has managed to stay alive for this long, and hopes to wipe him out among the rest of the shinigami.
Then, there was the situation involving the new successor.
Uryu Ishida was quite the enigma. Words spoke as if he was on their side, but there was just a dull throb of doubt in the back of his mind. He was once friends with Kurosaki, and the fact that he switched over so soon has him suspicious. However, there was no room for questioning, no room to even allow those doubts of His Majesty’s plans second guess his abilities as the Second in Command. He will deal with the thoughts later.

For now, he will simply follow orders….
And purge the world.
They didn’t stand a chance.