#aepine

[cichole]

aepine replied to your post “*looks at chest* “ Is it really that noticeable…?  “ ”

they're almost as big as mine o':

❝ You are exaggerating. ❞

[hartsgold]

gives u a kiss 🥺

*kis u* *kis u* *kis u* 

[venomvice]

spontaneously , she takes her by the hand to have an up close look at her fingers . ' you know what would be fun ? i could paint these for you . you'd look so stylish ! ' 😳

          “oh, really? i don’t want to waste your time on it –– i don’t know how long it’d last. all things considered, the last time my nails had any color on them…” was the red that got stuck under them. dorothea looks too enthused to disappoint, and catarina’s come to the unpleasant conclusion that she’d rather not disappoint her. “maybe i can find some gloves to wear under my gauntlets, next time i train. i’d like that, so, what, um… what color were you thinking?” 

[hartsgold]

* sends u anon hate * ur cute. wtf. knock it off )^:

AS CUTE AS YOU!?!?!?!?!?!?! I THINK NOT!

[archersmight]

@aepine replied to your post: <p>🥜!</p>

OMG LOL

(THIS IS WHY I DO NOT REPLY ON MOBILE AT ALL)

[archersmight]

🥜!

Munday

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🥜 - What’s the nuttiest thread you’ve ever had?

(This was well before I joined the RPC on tumblr. It was way back when I RPed on Facebook where I had a typo in my thread, my fight thread. My character went “I’m going to kick your ass” but I had a typo and didn’t catch it until after I replied and the typo was “I’m going to lick your ass” and I was just like “Yeah, let’s go with it” and the thread was wild)

[archersmight]

@aepine replied to your post: (I’m mostly lurking and sending memes...

i hope you can rest soon and feel better )^’:

(thanks. I’m somewhat feeling better but also not. it sucks. stomach issues suck and this is exactly why Claude deals with stomach poisons because of how much they suck)

[venomvice]

* blows her a kiss *

while i wrote this 3oh!3 played in my head

          sometimes, she’s not focused enough on the task at hand to predict dorothea. as in, sometimes the girl whose voice blows birdsong out of the water walks near her, and she has this terrible feeling that she’s about to be flustered out of her mind. at least, for those occasions, she has a second or two to compose herself.  

          now is not one such time. 

         catarina steps out from the sauna with a pleasant lightheadedness. the sun lays low in the sky, like it might set soon, and dorothea blows her a kiss. instantly, she touches her face. it’s all but a smack of palm to her jaw, wondering if she’d had some dumb look on her face as she wracks her mind for a response. 

          “um––” that’s not a response. she chides herself harshly, swallowing the frog in her throat. does she thank her?! she resents sylvain for his understanding of this kind of a circumstance in its entirety. resents him with the turn ofher stomach, and thinks of nothing but how ridiculous she must sound. “wh… what was that for?!”