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[zorkaya-moved]

like for an unprompted ask from miss sokolova. :)

[thomasicism]

Suggestive

sir.. I slept with rafayel…sorry if you heard any noises..-❄️

Uh, con.... congratulations, Miss—?! I'm not sure what I should be doing with this information...

In any case, I'll be sure to, uh, wear earplugs next time, perhaps...

By all means, have fun...

[spectral-annihilator]

Tag dump post

[dikiyvter]

[eldrorian]

Can I get a term for being half human and half snow leopard, similarly to a centaur? Ty! - 🌸❄️ anon

queued!

[t4tdanvis]

i think tumblr just ate an ask

[maeido]

[ pressure ] sender puts pressure on receiver's wound

❄ ⁺∗ ❛⠀ 、 non-verbal angst prompts !

              off-beat breathing & bloody wet laugh ;   all adorned with her usual honey-sweet smile. a pressure more forceful than gentle is pressed against her abdomen pooling a sudden and uncomfortable warmth, seeing her student trying to prevent further bleeding. it'll be ok, she doesn't have to do this, it could be worse honestly; the maid mentally notes... edelgard was kind of putting too much pressure on it so hurt more than it was helping if she was being honest. not that felicia would say anything about it anyway. she was lucky that the archers missed her vitals but the feeling was still repulsive as always seeing how crimson seeps through cloth and stains her clothes... guilt coats her tongue as she watches her student , she pats her student's shoulder as she slowly pulls herself up gently moving the girl's hand to place her own, much to edelgard's protesting; felicia just keeps smiling.  “   milady, please don't fuss over my injuries... i'll be fine i promise! plus, you'll just get your hands dirty so worry not, i can take care of myself.  ”  

her fingers gently lay on top of hers, stained with her blood. she frowns, ahhh— she messed up big time and this was just a field exercise with a bunch of rampant bandits but felicia didn't take their archers into account. so that screwed everything up, well it's also cruel to call it an exercise when it was more of a supression order, but arguing against the church and knights' method of teaching isn't exactly something she cares to start. she knew that it was only her fault to show such a pathetic state to her students, much less to her house leader. her words don't vocalize any of this, nor will she bother. her turquoise eyes quickly blink into harsh and frigid stare, a simple command falls on her lips.  “  i need you to check on the others before you go on helping me, understood, lady edelgard? check on your fellow classmates, i can take a lot more than you'd think. ” she laughs and points at her frozen over wound, that should kinda help.  “  oh and they totally missed my vitals, so it's not that big of a deal, milady.  ”

[ofdrivensnow]

🌺 send this to ten blogs you think are wonderful 🌺

me @ u rn. i saved this to hoard just to come back over n over. but <3 im gonna just put it in a love tag. sobbing <3 i think you are wonderful too my fren. ❤️

[wintereign]

✔ - Dash and/or Tundra

a quick and easy plotting guide - accepting, always!

My muse(s): Weiss

Do I know your muse(s): yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse (I know a bit about dash from what you've told me on d.iscord)

Setting: our verse | my verse | your verse | modern | alternate universe | other

Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship

Possible relationships: friends | classmate | co-worker | roommate | family, real or adopted | dating or blind date | married | friends with benefits | unrequited love | lending a hand | teacher - student | rivals | allies | partner-in-crime | enemies | protecter - guarded | business partners | spy - infiltrated | manipulator - manipulated | star-crossed | first meeting | other 

I’m in the mood for: fluff | angst | horror | romance | humor | crime | hurt / comfort | action | supernatural | slice of life | crack | dark threads | light threads | any genre | multi-para | shorter para | one-line | any length | plotted threads | unplotted threads | other

Feel free to: message me ooc (or pester me on d.iscord!| message me ic | tell me your ideas | write a starter | answer one of my opens | send a meme | reblog this with your preferences - let’s find common interests!

[zorkaya-moved]

like this post for a poetry line from anna akhmatova from miss zarina because anna akhmatova is the core of this blog's themes.

[thomasicism]

He’s on a business trip though!!! So I’m bored! And what’s better than to gossip you about the artist???? -❄️

Ah, I can assure you, I receive plenty news about Rafayel... daily.

[dikiyvter]

@drolliic said:

Aether hasn't seen Giacomo in quite a while so he's just going to drop his head on the other's shoulder with the first chance he gets. "Hmm, any new jokes you've come up with?" no, he's not getting up again.

GIACOMO IS MORE THAN HAPPY WITH THIS ARRANGEMENT. Leaning into the weight that falls against him, turning every so slightly so to better accommodate the head that comes to lay against his shoulder; the soft fur of his cowl tickling cheeks and forehead.

" You should let me braid your hair with flower sometime, Mister Traveler," Giacomo chirps, a bit less than on topic, punctuating the notion with a finger that comes to sooth a flyaway hair back behind Aether's ear.

" Hehe-- New jokes, you say? I always have new jokes! What do you think it is I am always writing in my little book of secrets? " Giggles intersperse a soft humming tune as Giacomo pauses to think for one moment and then another, and then finally-- " What do you call an alligator in a vest? ... an in-vest-igator!"

A brief pause.

" Yuhknow, I still don't know the difference between an alligator and a spinocrocodile... Would you help me to find a zoology book in the Mond library sometime, Mister?"

[yookimi]

eye contact, * pieck to jean.

𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 / accepting .

( a car crash . life & death . natural disasters . ) 𝐼𝑁𝑇𝐸𝑁𝑆𝐸 . a word that doesn't begin to describe it. every time he tries to reach out, to grasp it, to hold it in his hands — 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔 , he's too slow . it burns him up, flames that lick the insides of his gut, a heart 𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑑 , burning and charred with the avoidance , the tension held in the flesh , 𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 , festering beneath the skin and crawling all over . an itch, insistent on it's demands, 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 , to feel .

𝐼𝑇𝑆 𝑇𝑂𝑂 𝑀𝑈𝐶𝐻 𝐼𝑇𝑆 𝑇𝑂𝑂 𝑀𝑈𝐶𝐻 𝐼𝑇𝑆 𝑇𝑂𝑂 𝑀𝑈𝐶𝐻

there is something deeply 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 in the hold of the eyes. 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑤 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑙 . and his soul is stripped bare . magnetised. his body the south pole, hers the north. it's an indomitable force now, where hands would normally shake , where lips would tremble , he is a beacon of confidence.

it's a move of 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 that leads him to hands held in an easy grip, one on the waist and the bed of the opposite palm hugging the soft jaw . 𝐵𝐸𝐴𝑈𝑇𝐼𝐹𝑈𝐿 — it's not much of an after thought, in reality it's a thought that is constant. it's something that has been written into the code of his 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 , natural to the way it beats ╱ ᵇᵃ ⁻ ᵇᵘᵐᵖ ˒ ᵇᵃ ⁻ ᵇᵘᵐᵖ ˒ ᵇᵃ ⁻ ᵇᵘᵐᵖ ╱ to the way blood pumps through the chambers, it only takes 45 seconds to circulate in it's entirety. 𝖠𝖭𝖣 𝖧𝖨𝖲 𝖧𝖤𝖠𝖱𝖳 𝖱𝖠𝖢𝖤𝖲 , against it's cage it rattles. jean isn't too sure he'll ever catch up to it at this point, his movements reflect his race , 𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘺 and fever induced .

𝑠𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑘 is the mold , open mouthed and hot . however , still , as is his nature, it's benign. the wait is worth the bounty. heaven. elysium . nirvana . 𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ. not for this. he's drowning, the emotion invoked through his pulse and it feels like nothing he's ever felt — but he stops. realization dawning over the man like the sun and the moon , how they drape themselves over the earth every day. an apology fast at his tongue , ❛ i'm sorry , uh — ❜ but he has no excuses, nothing he can blame it on . so a laugh echoes from his lips, jubilance still carried in the person. 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐲, he plays with a strand of her hair , eyelids halfing hazel , ❛ — i've wanted to do that for so long . . . ❜ a confession whispered in the space between , 𝑎𝑛𝑥𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 is the spirit.

[t4tdanvis]

You’ll have something that like makes it so you lose your hearing and they go hm. “This Bitch Is Ignoring Me On Purpose disorder” sounds like a good name for it.

i cant get over npd its literally named Like That One Guy Disorder. not to mention its literally an insult ppl use and have used for a long time. like oh yeah we diagnose ur son with That One Fucking Guy Who Thought He Was So Hot And Died About It disorder which means hes suffering every day. and it cant be fixed but u should treat him worse for it btw

[maeido]

Deirdre is absolutely thrilled when she learns her husband's new best friend has a wife of his own. They had never had friends like this together before the way she and Lord Sigurd did. Of course, she never minded that their time together was shared with just the two of them or with their children--how could she! She loves him!--but she had not realized just how much she misses the company of a group.

The thought does not occur to her that Felicia might not want this.

"Professor Felicia!" She bursts through the other woman's office door the moment she learns she has returned from her trip. "I understand that our husbands are friends and, well..." Deirdre reaches for Felicia's hands, quite surprised that they are much colder than her own. She is unused to being the one with the warmer hands when she reaches for someone. "We simply must become dear friends too!"

              surprised & frazzled,  she knocks over a pile of papers ,   followed by a few tomes wind up all over the floor. her heart pounds in her ears from the sudden outburst of her door swinging wide open, it rebounds slightly off the wall only brushing past her newfound guest's wispy locks. the woman quickly approached her with no real time to react as the only thing she manages is a look of relief as her hands managing to catch the bottle of ink that nearly fell on the floor, maybe that was a sign that this day was luckier today than usual.  

 “   eek! w-w-wh-hat the— oh...!  i mean, i-i,  um , hi there... is there something i can help you wit— !  ”   a squeak is squeezed out of her lungs. the woman who seemed as soft as wool snatched up her hands, feeling the warmth of her skin jolt slightly against her gelid ones.  her shy smile curve on her lips as felicia grows flustered ; not used to being touched so casually like this, it was rather embarrassing — she couldn't help it — as spring blooms in hues of fresh rosebuds on her pale flesh. she was consistent :  the woman before her held a gaze filled with affection, stretching to the ends of her hair, curled soft like silk against her shoulders. her words hardly connected to felicia's ears but when they did it stunned her for a moment.

  hold it.   jakob made a friend?  no, no, no. she doesn't think he'd be able to befriend someone as sweet as her... to be fair and with all due respect and love felicia holds for her husband... but jakob was a tad insufferable towards anyone who approached him regardless of status and carried a different kind of appeal and was  the very opposite of her charm.  regardless, she loves him,  thorns & all,  but even he says companionship isn't curated to his tastes, surely this is all mistake. after all, hardly any of the faculty and knights and much less the students knew that felicia is even married.     “   i-i... um, my husband...?  a-and your husban— wha- wait are friends wha- what... do... um, are you... are you... sur-sure you got the right person, pr-professor d-deirdre... ?   ”  

 felicia pauses shortly after the name fell off her tongue. deirdre .  ok so, not to fall under the stereotypes but felicia knew about her quite a bit but uh...  not directly, that is. she'll admit it, she's a maid... but she isn't fond of rumors or gossip. it's typically crude in nature even for her and she tends to avoid it overall. yet, there are some situations that are harder to ignore than others, especially when her dear students don't shut up about deidre's husband, arvis being probably the strictest teacher next to her own... husband.... a silent gasp then left agape. oh my. okay. that... makes sense but more importantly...

   “   wait... waitwaitwait ,  so you're saying that  jakob.  professor jakob.  m-m-made.... a fr-fr-friend?!?!  ohmygod, i-i'm— i'm so sorry. i'm...  ”   the words choke on staccato as beryl hues blur it's visions against the struggle of the ebb and flow her tears, lashes making a mess of them with every blink she took. to put it nicely she was a bit of a mess, but that was felicia. she gently pull away from deidre's hold for a moment as she uses her sleeve to wipe away her tears, then hovering her mouth. a smile tickles her lips as tears spill over her hand.    “   i'm ju-just... hck! — so h-happy i worried so much about him !  and o-of course, deirdre!  i would love to be your friend, i'll protect you and our friendship for as long as i live.  ”     the maid beams, laughter weaves between the hitches of her teary sobs as she returns her hands into the other's and pulls her in closer to a near-hug.  “   thank the —hck!  h-heavens, ahaha...!  i'm going to have to tell flora about this later, hehe !  ”  

[icemde]

@ariannog asked : 📂 📂

001. THE MOST BIZAARE SIDE EFFECT TO GRAY'S ICE MAGIC is the fact that spicy food doesn't have an effect on him. Like, nothing is spicy to him ?? For those who don't know, how spice works is its like, tricking your nervous system into thinking its overheating, but because of his magic this just ?? doesn't happen to him??

002. WHEN GRAY WAS SUPER YOUNG ( THINK PRE DELIORA ) his favorite color was actually red. He would beg his parents for the red version of toys and wanted really cool red clothing. After the attack though his favorite color shifted to dark blue / black. One because red was associated too much with the destruction of his village and two he thought it was weird to be an ice mage who liked the color red ( remember, he was like 7 )