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I think if I even move a mile further north Id freeze in the winters 😭😭😭

writing staring at a wall, locked in a vivid daydream of an unwritten scene from my fic for 3 hours

RIGHT SAME. It was 44F when I left the house this morning and I wanted to die. Thankfully it got up to like the 70s by the time it was afternoon...

NOOO!!! Basking is for 75-85 degree weather!!!

WHAT. I have had neither because when it drops below 50F I stop leaving the house. And as established my heat tolerance is SCARY

Three hopes ships

Insane my favorite temperature to exist in is 29.5C LMAO!! I loveeee warm weather. Bc 29C is WARM not HOT I promiseee

GIVE ME MY HOT HUMID SUMMERS OVER COLD DAMP WINTER ANY DAY!!! If it drops below 50f I start wearing two pairs of pants

Happy to be of service!!!!! I loveee doing these mini requests so much XD

BAN IT BAN IT BAN IT!!!! It's the worst season by far...

"My mother had one like this," he says and Dorothea feels her heart flutter in her chest.
"I'm sure it's not nearly as nice as hers, but I'm happy you'll appreciate it," she replies, gently setting her hand on his arm. He doesn't flinch back from her, and the moment hangs delicately in the air.

without thinking. It's worth it to see a genuinely surprised expression on Jeritza, and it's not like she doesn't have plenty of combs already.
"I would treasure it," he says, staring down at the painted wood with a softer expression than she's ever seen on his face.

"Nothing important," she sighs, "just a little something to keep my mind occupied."
"It is... lovely," Jeritza says and Dorothea feels a blush building on her face. It's unfair for him to say such things with a face like that she decides.
"You can have it when I'm done if you'd like," she offers

A near finished comb sits in front of her, paint drying on the surface. It had been a stupid idea, to make paint a wooden comb with some art supplies to take her mind off of the war surrounding them on all sides.
"What are you making," he asks, tilting his head to the side like a curious cat.

"Dorothea," Jeritza says, sneaking up behind her.
"Jeritza! Oh my I didn't see you there," she stammers, trying not to curse herself from missing the fact that someone was walking up behind her. She'd been so engrossed in the task in front of her that she'd forgotten to be aware of her surroundings.

Their supports play non stop in the back of my head XDDD one of my favorite supports for both characters!!!!!

Writing prompt! Give me a character or ship and I'll try to do a micro-fic about them!

Okay I'll bite with this one! Can't promise anything but I just got off of a weeklong break from writing so I'd like the practice!!! Feel free to give me a prompt as well if you'd like!!

traditional drawing of Asuka from Neon Genesis Evangelion. It’s just her in profile looking pissed.

berserker #LolaArt

Bernadetta uses all her strength to throw her arms around Leonie's neck and pull her in closer.

to her feet. Leonie steps into her room, and then two of them lock eyes. Bern is shocked to see Leonie's face be pinker than a peach, and before she can say anything. Leonie kisses her on the /mouth/ and Bern loses her ability to think in anything other than screams. Leonie goes to pull away, and

girl's cheek before slamming the door in her face. Ha, now Leonie knows how Bern feels, she giggles to herself as she presses her back to the door and sinks to her knees. She's unprepared for the door to suddenly open, pushing her towards the wall.
"Hey!!! I'm right here!!" Bern says, as she jumps

up her clothes from Bernadetta, she presses a (totally) casual kiss to her cheek in thanks before leaving quicker than Bernadetta can respond. She finally gets the chance for revenge when Leonie brings her some floss she'd been running low on.
"T-thanks, L-leonie," she squeaks, kissing the other

"Thanks, Bern!" Leonie says, leaning down to press a kiss to her cheek as she takes her repaired jacket from her slack hands. Before Bernadetta can gather her wits, Leonie is gone and she's left stuck in place with a furious red blooming on her cheeks. It becomes a habit, every time Leonie picks

birthday," Byleth says, pulling out a wrapped box from her pocket, "happy birthday." Edelgard unwraps the box with shaking hands and almost drops it when she sees what's inside. A small eagle brooch sits inside the box, similar to the one that sits pinned on Byleth's lapel.
"We match now."

"My /teacher/," Edelgard says with a blush, trying to ignore the sudden burst of emotion in her heart as Byleth offers her a bouquet, "thank you for the gift." Byleth nods like usual, though Edelgard swears she can see the barest hint of a smile on her normally blank face.
"Hubert told me it's your

but it always makes her giddy to see all the proof of the fact that Dimitri actually /wears/ the things she gives him when she's not around, instead of keeping them to gather dust on his dresser.

heart so badly that she vowed to always have extras prepared. It's come in handy more than once, Dimitri has yet to break more than two of something so making things in sets of threes has worked /perfectly/. She even keeps the broken pieces in a secret drawer. Not that she'll ever show anyone it,

Hilda's been making things for Dimitri long enough to know that whatever she makes, she needs to make extras of. The first time she'd made a bracelet for Dimitri, within a week he had brought it back to her with the most pitiful kicked puppy expression as he showed the pieces to her. It had hurt her

LMAO THIS DOES TIE INTO THE ONE I WROTE FOR MYSELF!!! Lemme whip something up for you >:]]]