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azsazz · 3 months ago

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Over Ice (Part 2)

Hockey!Rhysand x Reader

Summary: Anon Req: She’s walking around Campus and BOOM right smack dab into Broody McBrooder!! She THEN finds out he’s the tutor for one of her hardest courses (personally Psych would be a good one) and they become super duper close with him and the team!!!

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 3122

(Part 1)

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“When you said you got me a t-shirt,” you sigh, once again adjusting the hem of the jersey Mor provided you. Notshirt; jersey. The bottom of the Velaris Bats uniform has been trimmed—startlingly low. Or is it cut too high; you wonder with a swallowed curse. The damned thing nearly shows off your entire midriff. “I thought you meant, like, a normal fucking shirt and not whatever this is.”

Mor scoffs, shoveling a handful of popcorn into her mouth as she weaves her way through the throng of people towards your seats. Her long strides in her black heels hard to keep up with. “That is a Mor Original, and I only made it cuter,” she huffs indigently, like your discomfort is the sole inspiration behind her “designs.”

This isn’t the first time you’ve allowed Mor to pick out your outfit, but it’s definitely going to be your last, you try to remind yourself. The handful of times you’ve thought this exact thing before is laughable, and you’ve never once remembered. She’ll continue to cut the hems of shirts and alter skirts into even shorter skirts until the end of time, probably.

She’s been the crafty type since you first met her. Anything that she could add personality to was subject for a good old shot of “Mor’s Touch:” clothing, home décor, even the cocktails she mixes—which often go from something as simple as a Dirty Shirley and turning it into a cherry-passionfruit with a hint of lime drink, mixed with tonic instead of Sprite and garnished with a frilly umbrella stuck through three Maraschino cherries because “one is simply not enough.”

You agree, and you’d never admit to your eccentric roommate that it’s the most delicious drink you’ve ever had. Goes down like lemonade and has you going from a corner-stander to someone in the center of the dancefloor in two drinks flat.

You wish you had one right about now to get you through the night.

Your mind wanders to Gwyn back at the dorms, wondering what she’s going to be getting up to tonight. You don’t need to wonder, you know how your red-headed roommate prefers to spend her nights, curled up on the couch beneath a thick blanket, a bag of chocolate-covered pretzels within reach, and her laptop in her lap, creating fantasy worlds for her characters to live in some day.

A surge of pride for your roommate fills your energy tank. Sometimes people truly do find exactly what they were made for in life, and Gwyn was born to write. You’ve only read a few snippets she’s been willing to share, but you can’t fathom forming sentences the way she does, creating worlds and characters from her mind alone, seeing a vision in your mind so clear that it would be a crime not to share it with the world.

You’re not sure you’ve ever loved something that much, but Sports Medicine is pretty damn close. Psychology, is not.

You shiver as the cold of the arena hits the sliver of skin that’s exposed itself once again while you were taking a sip of your drink. Goosebumps pebble in response, coursing over the entirety of your body within seconds, causing you to shiver.

You should’ve fought Mor harder about bringing your jacket, but at least she left you sleeves, her shirt has been cut into a tank that hardly reaches the bottom of her ribs, and there’s a deep cut down the collar, creating a perfect ‘V’ that shows off her incredible tits.

You’d know, you’ve seen them before.

“Oh. My. Gosh. You two look so good,” a girl gushes, steps into you and Mor’s path, halting you from your first steps down the stairs to your seats. She’s chipper, a camera poised in her hands, the thick strap around her neck. He shiny, chestnut hair is braided into two tails, draped across her shoulders.

Behind her thin-framed glasses, her bright blue eyes sparkle with excitement as she peruses you and your roommate up and down, admiring your outfits.

“I told you,” Mor murmurs, elbowing you in the side before raising her voice to answer. “Thank you so much! I spent all day on these, and this one doesn’t appreciate my hard work at all. It’s a refreshing change of pace to hear a compliment instead of ‘Mor, don’t you think this is a little too much?’” You scrunch your nose at Mor’s terrible impression of you. Too nasally, too annoying.

The photographer laughs like it’s her full-time job, and you scowl.

Way to throw me right under that speeding bus, Mor.

“Do you mind if I take your picture for the team’s social media account? You two would make a great first slide in a carousel for school spirit,” she gets this faraway look in her eyes as if she’s picturing it now. “The interaction you’d get us,” she sighs dreamily. “I might even get promoted.”

You groan internally when Mor perks up even further. “I think I love you,” she blurts, pupils heart-shaped. “Do you want to sit with us? We have an extra ticket.” She’s bought one for Gwyn, hoping she would join in on this sporty girl’s night, but your other roommate had been adamant about her dislike of the sport, and had gotten a pass while you were dressed up like a doll and dragged out of the dorm.

The girl’s laugh is like a windchime, soothing and melodic. “I wish I could, but duty calls,” she waves her camera around in answer. “Maybe I’ll catch you at one of the after parties, though. Here, you can give me your Instagram and I’ll DM you after tagging you in the photos.”

She and Mor exchange socials and names. Feyre. It’s unique and suits her well.

After adding your own Instagram on her phone, you hand the phone back, posing with Mor. Of course, knowing your roommate as you do, it’s not just one picture that Feyre takes. They’re both beaming, and one picture turns into ten. Ten poses, nine sips of your drink because you don’t know what the hell else to do. Eight frantic smiles, seven internal sighs, and six side-eyes from passerby, trying to find their seats. Five giggles from friends, four embarrassed blushes, three warnings that you are so done with this, two people ignoring you, and one announcement overhead signaling the start of the game in a few minutes.

“So nice to meet you, Feyre,” Mor calls as you begin guiding her away. You have no clue where you’re going, but any movement closer to any empty seat is better than the photoshoot you just had in the middle of the walkway. With a parting smile at the photographer, Mor continues, like she’s all for standing there all night instead of supporting her cousin on the ice. “Message me!”

“Clingy, much?” You grunt at the poke to the arm that gets you.

“Oh, come on! It’s not like I’m going to replace you,” she scoffs with a brush of her long blonde hair over her shoulder. You swear, the guys sitting in the front row swoon. “Besides, you can never have too many friends. It’s not possible.”

You’re pretty sure it is possible to have too many friends, but you keep that thought to yourself. You suppose you have one more spot in your life for a friend, but if the pictures turn out terrible and are blasted on the Bat’s Instagram, that spot might disappear. You’re already feeling mortified enough from the public display of taking photos.

“Yeah, yeah,” is what you decide to go with. “Now, where are our seats?”

“I don’t like the look of that,” you mutter wearily, squinting to see what’s happening on the ice. You might not know anything about hockey, but you know malicious intent when you see it. It’s in the way that the Penguin’s player leans closer to the Bat’s center, nudging his shoulder as he speaks, his slimy grin growing with each jab.

The game’s been fun so far, much to your surprise. The crowd surrounding you is all for the team, chanting songs that you need to learn immediately because they’re so much fun. The music that blasts around the stadium during every break is on-point, not too old of songs and not too overplayed like at the one football game you’d been dragged to last year (also by Mor, but not because of a family member on the team, because of an entirely different member.)

“Is that my cousin?” She asks, brown eyes sharp as she examines the players. Their fronts are to you, no seeing the names painted across the back of their jerseys. You refrain from mentioning how Mor should at least know her own cousin’s number—since their written on the sleeves—but you keep that thought to yourself when her red painted nails tighten around the box of popcorn, crushing the flimsy cardboard. The strain of the muscle in her jaw matches the boy on the ice’s, you notice with a fleeing glance at your roommate.

Tension coils your gut. You find your fingers wrapping around the edge of the seat you’re perched in, gripping the bleachers so tightly that you swear you feel the cool metal warming and warping.

You’re not the only two who have noticed the shift in the moods of the players on the ice, parts of the crowd are beginning to rise from their seats, cheering growing from a low rumble to a thunder of screams, caws, and jeering.

The puck is barely a millimeter from the referee’s hand before sticks are thrown to the ice, gloves following as the two players slowly begin to circle each other. It looks like something out of an animal documentary: two predators about to snap at each other’s throats in a fight for the territory.

The anticipation of them going blow for blow lights a fire deep within your belly, your core perking up for attention.

You shouldn’t be thinking like this, shouldn’t get getting turned on by the idea of two boys about to knock each other’s teeth out. Should be thinking about your best friend’s cousin like this at all.

Shooting a guilty glance at your roommate, you breathe a soft sigh of relief that’s swallowed by the shouts of the crowd when you see that Mor hasn’t picked up on your sudden shift in mood—both mentally and physically.

All the players on the ice slide back to make room for the brawl that’s about to break out and a sick feeling bubbles in your stomach, almost overpowering the arousal as you wonder why no one is attempting to stop them.

There isn’t time to voice your concern, isn’t time to do anything except bolt to your feet with a gasp so harsh it sears your lungs when the Penguin’s player is the first to swing. Your heart is lodged in your throat, your breathing holding in your throat as you watch in anticipation. He lashes out with a curled fist so fast that by the time you blink, it’s over.

His hit doesn’t land.

There’s no time to feel the relief trying to rush through your veins because the Bat’s center is retaliating, throwing himself forward after swiftly dodging the attack. He grabs the other boy by the collar of his ice blue uniform and hauls him into his closed fist.

His opponents helmet goes flying off with the snap of his head backwards. He stumbles, but manages to stay upright, snagging a handful of the Bat’s jersey to try and steady himself.

You look to the benches flanking the ice, wondering why no one is joining the fray. It’s now that you realize it’s not that they don’t want to help their teammate who is quickly ducking away from another fist, it’s because they can’t.

There’s a boy standing nonchalantly, hazel eyes pinned on the scene before him. He looks eager almost, leaning so casually against his stick, chin propped on the edge of it like he’s watching the newest action movie from the best spot in the house.

Even the goalie seems to be unconcerned, taking the few moments he has to take a swig of water and adjust his helmet, squatting low and shooting side to side in his box, as if trying to keep limber for when the game resumes.

One of the refs is attempting to hold back a burly boy who seems much too large to be skating at all. His helmet has also been shucked off, revealing long, shoulder length wet hair that clings to his face and neck like a bee on honey. His gloves are abandoned on the ice too, and his stick has skidded to a stop upon hitting the sideboards nearby. You can’t make out the words he’s shouting, but with the feral grin you make out, you know they’re fighting words. With each bark he seems to be inching closer, like the full-grown man in the stripes trying to hold him back is nothing more than a soft breeze, and his is a twister barreling right through.

When he shakes his head, you catch sight of a bloodthirsty grin that has a shiver sliding up your spine. He’s enjoying this?

“Mor,” your worry tries to escape, only for the words to stick in your throat as more noises join the fight, loud as gunshots. Both the Bat’s and the Penguin’s players are rapping their hockey sticks against the boards separating their benches from the ice, war cries falling from their lips.

They’re all enjoying this.

“That is my cousin,” Mor screeches, her perfectly plucked brows pulled tight as she tries finally makes out the number on the back of the jersey that’s gripped so tightly in the offending players grip that you’re pretty sure the stitches are popping with the force. “Kick his fucking ass, Rhys!”

Casting a frantic look to your roommate, you realize that not even she seems to be fazed by the fact that her cousin is in the middle of a fight that could very seriously end badly, especially with the knives on the bottoms of their feet.

But, if everyone’s rooting for their player to win this battle, you can too.

As gruesome as the scene before you is, you wish you had a better seat, somewhere with a better viewpoint than all the way on the other side of the ice. You can’t to be able to hear the threats they’re growling at each other, your attention completely enraptured now that you’ve shoved your worry to the wayside.

With his newfound hold, the Penguin’s player strikes again, and this time, his hit slams across Rhys’ jaw. His head snaps to the side with the nasty hook and his helmet slips to the ice, the sound eaten up by the goading of the crowd.

They swing around, unsteady on their skates as each of the boys tries to topple the other over. You catch a glance at his face. It’s hard to see, and his shaggy black hair is splayed across his face like a spiderweb, keeping you from making out his features. You catch the blood dribbling down his chin, the anger etched in the clench of his jaw as he grits his teeth, managing to twist himself into a position where he has the upper hand on the Penguin’s player: a headlock.

Your heart thunders in your chest as you watch Rhys pound his fist into the other boy’s face once, twice, three times before his opponent’s feet fall out from under him. Rhys releases his hold, allowing the boy to slip lamely to the ice.

“Atta boy, Rhysie,” Mor shouts, once again shoveling popcorn into her mouth with a grin so bright it could melt the ice in the rink before you. She turns to you, golden brown of her eyes glowing with excitement. “Our parents would be so proud.”

She turns back to the scene before you can voice your confusion on that statement, tucking away the information that if you win a fight in hockey, it’s a great accomplishment.

You watch Rhys as he’s escorted by referees who guide him towards the penalty box. He’s examining his knuckles, not caring that he’s abandoning his equipment as he goes, grimacing as the adrenaline begins to fade. He pokes at them, frowning at whatever he feels.

You pray they’re not broken.

The rest of the players seem to be getting back to the game, like one of their teammates isn’t being casted away on an island across the ice. Okay, so it’s just another bench and he’s not that far from them, but you’re shocked that this is the end of the fight, both players carted into separate timeout boxes away from their teams.

Rhys plops down on the bench, pulling a water bottle from a hidden holder, washing the blood from his knuckles before examining them for a second time. You watch him flex his fingers, twist his wrist this way and that. You can’t seem to keep your eyes off him, even with the game picking back up and Mor shouting cheers when the Bat’s manage to steal the puck right from the drop, carting it down the ice with a speed that rivals a racecar.

He must be satisfied with his examination because Rhys is throwing his head back, and it’s almost as if he’s squirting the water from the bottle directly onto you with the way that the apex of your thigh’s wet at the sight of him. He sips the water, holding the bottle a few inches from his face, and you watch the water cascade down his chin and over his throat, bobbing with each swallow. It mixes with the blood from his split lip and slides into the collar of his gear.

You swallow harshly, suddenly parched.

When he’s had his fill of the drink, he moves the bottle further back, using the spray to wash his hair away from his face, and your breathing shallows. It’s as if the hand he’s using to squeeze the life out of the bottle is constricting around your throat, because suddenly, you recognize the sharp of that jaw, the curve of those eyebrows and the straight of his nose. All his angular features come together in the perfect picture of hotness, knocking the breath fully from your chest when he straightens his chin, looking out onto the ice to watch his teammates score the last goal of the second period.

He's the boy from this morning: the overachiever, the one who called you darling.

Mor’s cousin.

Rhysand Cunningham.

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Over Ice Taglist:

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brittle-doughie · 8 months ago

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OH GOD THERE'S TWO OF THEM

hiiii Brittle, its me, Blue Bird Anon! I come bearing gifts of cookie sprites! Crowned Cupcake Cookie (based on Runebrave's lovely design) and her brother of my own creation, Royal Icing Cookie. I had a lot of fun designing and drawing them so I hope you and everyone enjoy as well! (pssst also my art blog is scarabeeart ;3)

I saw an anon guess that Royal Icing was the pure opposite of his sister, and while that wasn't my original concept for him, I thought the contrast between the two would be a very funny idea hjggffg him being a totally normal, genuinely good guy while his sister is. like that.

But the idea I had for him was a classic prince charming, but with the levels cranked to 11. Brave, chivalrous, humble, generous, rides a white horse, he's got it all! All he wants is to sweep Y/N Cookie off their feet like in a romantic fairy tale and ride into the sunset for their perfect happily ever after together <3 May let the prince charming thing go to his head as he has a secret hero complex and will often put Y/N Cookie into danger purely just so he can heroically swoop in and rescue them. And while his sister is more physical with her use of force to chase away those who get too close to Y/N Cookie, Royal Icing is more manipulative and unhanded. Not above willing to plant fake evidence on other suitors and use it as a way to turn Y/N against them and only trust him. "These Cookies are merely trying to marry you only to claim the throne, they want to usurp you, your adviser is scheming and plotting against you" and all the other fairy tale tropes. Will never fess up to sneaking around because his perfect prince image is incredibly important to him. You trust him, right? He's your fiance! Your prince charming, your knight in shining armor. Of course he wouldn't lie to you <3

(hehe sorry for writing so much! I've been thinking about this for too long hjgfhjgf)

First of all.

That’s some damn incredible work you made here. You are getting a follow from me!

Crowned Cupcake now actually looks like canon compared to my more simple style! She’s even pulling a Cherry Blossom with that triangle mouth there!

Royal Icing too! He looks just as amazing, definitely the charismatic type that no cookie would doubt has a dark side to him! Both of them are just wonderfully done and I really appreciate you taking the time out of your day to do this!

I did think about Icing being exactly like his sister rather than being a kind soul, with him taking the more psychological approach rather then the brute forcing Crowned would do. He’s willing to play any card in his hand to turn it in his favor, even if it meant falsely accusing other cookies if it meant getting them of the picture.

You would trust him more at first. After all, he hadn’t done anything wrong to warrant any kind of suspicion on him! These liars can’t prove anything against your Prince, so you’ll take his side more often then not.

Overall, this is spectacular and I greatly appreciate the work that was done here!

#brittle answers #cookie run x you #cookie run x reader #cr x reader #cookie run oc #cookie oc #oc cookie #royal icing cookie #crowned cupcake cookie #crowned cupcake cookie x reader

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figgrrr0 · 2 years ago

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Hey! can i request some fluff where tighnari has a significant other who is deathly afraid of bees. reader tries to hide it and play it off, but eventually tighnari figures it out somehow? thank you so much, i love your writing!

-cherry sprite anon

Sorry for the wait, getting Ayaka's materials has been keeping me busy 🙏

Tighnari's S/O is scared of bees

Reader: Gn // Genre: Fluff // No CWs

Over your time dating Tighnari, you'd come to learn that he was surprisingly in tune with your feelings; or, more so that he knew the signs that something was wrong. As your time together grew longer, certain things started to add up.

For instance, Tighnari had always wondered why you seemed hesitant to go outside during the hotter, more humid days of the year, particularly during the summer. At first, he just thought that you struggled to endure the heat. But when the excuses and soft letdowns became more common, he figured that it was something more. It disappointed him when you rejected his offers of coming out for the day with him, whether it be to join him on his surveys of the area, or even for a date that he'd planned. If it meant that you'd be out in the forest for longer than an hour or two, you weren't likely to go – especially when it involved a picnic.

Tighnari couldn't bring himself to be annoyed, though. There was obviously some kind of reason for you to be so cautious, and although he wanted to be able to relieve you of your anxiety, he could only do that if you told him the cause of your worrying. However, everytime he tried bringing up the mysterious topic, hoping to get some clarity to your thoughts, you'd gradually become more nervous as you thought about it. Things like biting your nails or scratching certain areas of your skin, the tensing of your body or the facial expressions you'd make; he'd catch onto them all, and when your difficulty to share the problem became obvious, Tighnari let it go.

Thinking about the topic was obviously uncomfortable for you, and while it wasn't causing a major issue with your relationship (maybe a few minor setbacks), he didn't want to put you under too much pressure. Plus, the nervous laugh and appreciative look you'd send his way when he dropped the topic let him know that he was making the right choice. You'd tell him when you were ready; he was sure of it.

Unfortunately, you wouldn't get the chance...

...

Tighnari runs through the forest, desperate to get to you as fast as possible. You'd screamed, a shrill sound full of terror, and he couldn't get to you fast enough – even though he was there within the minute. But the scene that he was met with wasn't as easy to discern as he'd expected, nor was it as dangerous...

You were standing there, breathing a bit faster than usual, and your eyes wide. But apart from that, nothing was wrong, visually. You were even trying to play it off as a near fall over a stray root and over-reaction. But you'd screamed for a different reason; and Tighnari needed to know what it was.

He'd hush your excuses, insisting on giving you a quick check over as you explained the situation. As sarcastic as he could usually be, Tighnari was far too worried to react in that way in the moment, even going so far as to use his "puppy eyes" against you when you tried to pull away and save face. It was super effective.

Once he understood, he'd click his tongue in annoyance. Of course, he's not annoyed at you; he understands that irrational fears can be... irrational, and that you can't really control what you're scared of. But he is upset that you couldn't trust him with this information outright. It's not like he'd make fun of you, right?

Wrong. Tighnari would absolutely tease you for this once everything is over and done with, even making little jokes at your expense about it. But it would always be light hearted. Tighnari's sass may be a bit much at times, but he'd never make you feel bad or cross the line, even doing a quick check in a minute or two later to make sure he hadn't gone too far.

During the big moment where everything had come to a head, though, Tighnari would automatically turn on his mentor mode: attempting to soothe your fears and trying to come to an understanding with you that bees are more beneficial than they are harmful to people and the environment. In short, Tighnari would try his best to convince you into a calmer mindset when it comes to these creatures.

Of course, he knew that he couldn't just cure you of your phobia by explaining things to you, but he hoped that giving you a more detailed understanding of the bees would be able to open a pathway in which there was a future that you weren't so paranoid in their presence. But even if that didn't happen, he'd always be there to play the hero.

(Tighnari wouldn't admit it, but he secretly likes being able to "save" you from the bees when you get scared. Now that he knows the problem you were having isn't as big a deal as he'd thought, he can appreciate how cute you are when you're scared before swooping in to save the day).

Want to send a request/brainrot with me? Check my rules!

Thank you for reading! 🩷

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the-pale-flame · 6 months ago

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I'd love to sit down and tell someone of my travels, if you're willing to listen.

This is Cherri! He's a pale nightmare kid I made way back in 2020 and I finally decided to revive him via this ask blog! He's known as both "the pale prince" and "the runaway prince"- he was the pale king's firstborn child, and one day he ran away from home.... It has to do with what happened to his other dad, the nightmare king Grimm. You'll figure it out as we go :)- but you'll need to send anons to get theree

Extremely old sprites!

#hollow knight #hk #hollow knight oc #hk oc #oc #original character #pale nightmare kid #hollow knight askblog #the pale flame :: cherri #mementos :: art #intro post

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zestylemonsz · 5 months ago

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if you receive this, you make somebody happy! go on anon and send this to ten of your followers who make you happy or somebody you think needs cheering up. if you get one back, even better! <3 (ik this isn’t anon but I hope you’re having a good day/night, idk!)

yippie!!

I am 😼

I chugged sprite mixed with cherry syrup and it hurt for a bit but I'm good now

#sprite and cherry syrup is called a Shirley Temple #but I really want to call it chrite

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randomnameless · 11 months ago

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@cherry-blossom-inferno replied to your post “Which are the biggest examples of cowardice from...”:

This is wrong though. We do have Holst's reaction to Claude's ideas. It's in his A support with Claude and Holst is cool with it. He even calls himself Claude's #1 fan.

Thanks to your comment, I realised I forgot a word in the earlier post lol (tfw you type on mobile)

If the Goneril issue was adressed, we could have had Hilda/Holst/their mom/their second degree cousin say that they are at least treating the Almyran children as human beings (lel) which is already giving them more care than what Almyrans do when they raid and pillage and “rampage” in Fodlan cities - maybe with some sort of Matthias-like example, Almyrans killing a pregnant woman, or, idk to keep in the “grandma from the 1800s tells me what the Orient is like” bias, captured women or what not

But as I typed it under this paragraph, it's only fuel for an AU (I didn't forgot the tag this time!) so yes, canon Holst and Claude support doesn't match this, because this is an AU, or a headcanon if you prefer.

That being said, Holst's reaction to Claude's ideas are sort of what the anon was talking about?

Canon Holst gives this :

And you also wish to establish relations with people from other lands, and those who follow other faiths. Is that accurate? Does this also extend to Fódlan's Throat? Will you throw open its gates and look to establish a friendly relationship with the Almyrans?

Logically, Holst wonders about "people from other lands" and the prospect of establishing friendly relationships with Almyrans.

And what of House Goneril, a family long seen as the enemy of the Almyrans?

Holst makes explicit mention of his house, who has been tasked with protecting the border since, well, idk when. Even if he sorts of reverse the issue for me, as the head of House Goneril, should he call himself someone who is seen as "the enemy of the Almyrans", and not put his people situation's first, saying House Goneril has been protecting Fodlan from Almyra, instead of being its enemy?

Would you send its only daughter to form a marital bond with the Almyran royal family? Is that a possible scenario?

And then all of the plot intricacies disappear in thin air, this is the equivalent of a Fjorming Bond or even worse, a FB being taken over by Ilyana with her "i love to eat" trope - this support might have tackled the year of prejudice Holst (and Hilda, as it is revealed in Houses!) have, arguably because they are protecting their people from Nader's weekly "rampages" or "tourism".

Or, idk, when Holst mentioned wanting to created "friendly relationships with Almyra", Claude might have added "friendly means feeding them everyday if you're taking prisoners, even children".

As the Nopes canon conversation goes, we basically have the equivalent of Caineghis agreeing with whoever was the sick fuck who enslaved Muarim to build "friendly relationships" between Laguz and Beorcs. And instead of talking about Muarim or the enslaved Laguz, we talk about Lyre's future prospects for marriage.

As @megafan1993 pointed out, even if we only have NPCs without a sprite, the Sreng/Faerghus conflict is tackled more seriously and with more gravitas than what was supposed to be Claude's core points (or one of his cores?), the prejudice between Fodlan and Almyra. We have a conflict based on ressources, resentment on both sides, civilians/non-fighters being targeted by both Faerghus/Sreng, extreme prejudice and an idiot who thinks it's time to stop and tries to stop the conflict.

On the other hand, you have an Almyran Prince who doesn't seem to be aware of the weekly raids, who wants to open borders regardless of said weekly raids, the House who defends their land from weekly raids has resentment against Almyrans, to the point of taking their children and "feeding them every 29th of February" - and yet we're supposed to believe the fissure between Fodlan and Almyra is mended in GW/VW off-screen because everyone loves to drink, to the point where Almyrans pillaging and rampaging in cities is nothing more than a joke, and no one ever gives a fuck about the "fed only every 29th of February" children?

We instead have a "joke" about Holst giving his blessings to marrying off his sister to Almyran Royalty ?

If Nopes (and arguably, Houses) didn't want to treat the "bridging the gap between two warring states" seriously and wanted to have a more Awakening-like resolution to conflicts only existing in the BG to provide sobby backstories to characters, then why did they brought more serious writing regarding Faerghus, and arguably, the CoS's writing?

House Goneril saw Almyrans as"rough and unreliable", people who "attack without reason and break treaties and tell lies" or are "brutes".

Holst seemed more open-minded than his sister regarding Almyrans (even if, apparently, you can still be "a prisoner fed once in a blue moon" and respected in Holst's mind?) but, once again, those previous bias are never adressed in Nopes, especially when Shahid apparently "attacks without reason", when nader is "rough" and a "brute" when he wants to bring souvenirs or pillage or rampage in cities the Federation is going to fight in, or even when Claude and his Almyran allies "break treaties" by letting Randolph die.

Tl;Dr : when canon sucks, people come up with transformative works

#cherry-blossom-inferno #replies #sort of?#3 Nopes #That's one of the issues with the Fodlan games imo #idk if you're watching DBS but it had one chapter where a character basically has to fight against a gag character #it's a sort or crossover chapter #and whatever he does he cannot win against the gag character #it's the same in the Fodlan games #the writing is so different between factions that you're wondering if Fodlan isn't just a crossover #one issue that is tackled seriously in one faction is but a joke or a footnote in another

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cherryrohan · 5 months ago

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hi! i love your sidebar a lot and was wondering if you have cherry's assets? 🥰

thanks sweet anon 🩷

i haven't gotten around to compiling all of the matchmaker assets yet as they used the same mechanic as season 4 meaning that all of the sprites are completely broken up. it's extremely tedious but so far i've finished cherry, jen, rohan, and sammi (and blake). anyway, here's cherry's assets!

#litg #love island the game #litg matchmaker #litg cherry #litg sprites #ask #litg s1

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meadow-of-mogai-melodies · 2 years ago

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redeepen!

redeepen-

a gender that feels like all/most shades of the color red but fluctuates between the neon shades that make you feel like cherry jello and a bouncy alien creature with little red fish swimming in its blood and roses growing in its veins, blossoming with its emotions and proudly demanding self care and the darker shades that make you feel like an omnipotent deity of wine and swirling cosmic displays, dripping through the soft fabric surface of the sky and reminding you that everything will be okay, and the hues of terracotta and unpolished ruby that feel like sharp teeth and a fire within your soul, possibly bringing light to the little red fish . . . you are a flame sprite, you are warm strawberry pie, you are a voice that cuts air. you are the color red!

[Image ID: A flag with two equally-sized columns of five equally-sized horizontal stripes separated by a vertical near-black stripe. From top to bottom in the left column, the colors are deep red, medium red, red, pastel red, and near-black. The colors of the right column are the same in a reversed order. End ID.]

term and flag by me, requested by anon :3

#reigns terms #xenogender #xenogender coining #new gender #gender coining

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scarletlizzard · 7 months ago

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Rank your anons on what kind of pop they are

Soda, anon soooooda, okay?

My anons as Soda :

🎀 - cherry coke

🐈 - pepsi

🧊 - code red mountain dew

🫖 - coke zero

🐶 - sprite

🐨 - dr pepper

🦝 - baja blast

🥃 - Jameson

🦮 - vanilla coke

✨️ - mellow yellow

🍄 - coke

#scarletlizzard asks #anons ranked #vibes only #what i say goes #this made me realize i dont know soda

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ilyuu-archive · 2 years ago

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Congratulations on your 400 milestone! May I submit Tighnari with the prompt "one talking to the other when they think they're asleep" for the milestone event? where Nari and gn reader are friends and he confessed this way, not knowing they were awake or something like that.

once again congrats on the milestone! i hope you have an awesome friday evening!

-cherry sprite anon

hi hi cherry sprite anon! (guess i’ll make a tag for you then, hehe)

i’m sorry so the long delay! it’s only until now and a bit of yesterday had i’d come around in trying to finish this and sent it out for you! i do hope that you’ll enjoy it, and thank you for requesting as well,, :)

warnings : a bit of angst at the start, confession.

he’d always knew how he felt about you.

when? he’s not sure; there are a many a moments he could choose wherein it could’ve been the start, a start.

you, the one who bandaged him whenever he came back with welts on his skin, even when he’s capable of doing do himself? (featherlight strokes that barely felt like anything, and with such consideration and care along with it.)

you, the one who tries and tries to follow in his footsteps, taking in every tip to improve your own salves? (there’s an eagerness in you, when he has some time to spare for a few lessons, that he finds himself attached to.)

(he soon finds out that maybe you take a bit more space in his thoughts than he’d, well, thought.)

he’s aware of how it crossed the confines of affinity, intimacy, whenever he saw (felt) you near him (his ears takes it all in - small streams cascading, a soft string of chirps in the air, rustling of leaves - and always hears your voice in the midst of it.)

why not tell them? he asks himself, too many times for his liking. it’s one of those questions that he cannot find an answer for, no matter how long he looks into it.

“of course. all those words of caution and it still had little to no regard for yourself.”

so he says - and yet, something that comes close to a softness of sorts sifts into his words, a bit sweeter, than he’d let on.

the sheets shrivel to the slight shuffling of the bed, leaving a wake of wrinkles - in a way, an answer in and of itself.

you’re sleeping, swathed in sheets as sleep has long held you in its arms.

the skies fell into nightfall a while ago, and the life around and within the forests started to still into a silence that he’s accustomed to this late. lights start to fade; voices an echo; and all that is left in the depths of the darkness is nature itself.

and his words.

“though unnecessary, it was at least a way for you to get some rest. it was bound to happen, sooner or later.” he sighs, shaking his head. “so, good for you.”

silence.

“…i’m not exactly the most skilled with words, though that goes without saying, so don’t mind the particulars of what i’m about to say.”

“it’s difficult trying to compose myself whenever you’re around. and that leads me to wonder whether you’re doing it on purpose - it’s not possible though, i doubt it, but… it has to be obvious, one way or another.”

“i say that because, if you hadn’t notice, which i doubt you haven’t, i have these unique features of mine,” he tugs at the tuft of his tail, “that react quite lively: i’m sure you saw it on occasion on how it reacts considering you.”

“i’m also sure where you know where i am heading with this and, though, i prefer to say it while i could gauge out your reactions… this is the best i can do for now.”

he sighs. his hand slowly settles atop of your head, running his fingers through your hair. unruly, he tries to untangle all the knots and, somehow, it did little to nothing to rouse you awake. if anything, you only found yourself closer to the unfamiliar (very familiar) source of warmth.

“i like you, [name],” he murmurs. his voice dips a bit. “i find myself tied to you by the hip, even when it feels like the other way. heh. always wondering, always asking myself where you are if not beside me. that’s really childish, and a bit cheesy, but that’s how i feel.”

“and it’s how i’ve been feeling for a while now.”

again, silence.

all that is a remnant of him is the phantom peck of left on your forehead, the space between your brows. (the way you scrunched your nose was… cute.) that spot of tepidness lingered, even after tighnari left.

(the light is put out this time.)

and even when you let your eyes open, the world now quiet.

even in the cold, the crisp puff of wind caressing in from the cracks, you feel your face heat up bit by bit within moments. the last few minutes had finally fell on you.

he likes you.

he likes me. he likes me. tighnari likes me.

those words - his words, his voice - is said over and over again in your head, reliving the moment if possible.

for you like him as well. a smile touches your lips, one that could counter the sun itself (was it awake.)

you know now. you’re now aware.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin imagines #genshin impact drabbles #genshin drabbles #tighnari x reader #tighnari x you #genshin impact fluff

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drizzileiscool · 1 year ago

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new pinned

yo. what's up. my name is azure, im a drizzile.. or something like that. this is my blog. I guess

i was created in a lab.... I think..... and these weird scientist people turned me into a shiny and stuck an everstone inside me during an extremely painful process. long story short, the experiment gave me sentience, they found out, and injected something into me that made me black out and next thing I knew I was in some forest.

i now hate (most) humans. especially scientists. actually if there's any humans on here I'd advise you not to interact. eebydeebies and humans that have only temporary been turned into pokemon are allowed, though.

currently living in a hotel in sinnoh. it's only temporary, though.

at the time of writing this, my only friends right now are the people over at @thatoneguy031. I've known guy since I first joined, but I've only just gotten acquainted with cherry and mx. suicune.

please feel free to send asks about literally anything (as long as it isn't anything nsfw), I like answering questions and I'm currently trying to talk to more people to grow my social circle

i feel like I should add more stuff, but that's mostly it for me. follow if you want, I guess

////pokemon sprite art created by ernmuffin on twitter!! please follow her!!! sprites downloaded from the pmd sprite repository!!!!

//more ooc under the cut

hello peoples!!!!!!!!!!! this is like my 4th time doing a pinned post lol

and I actually @ mentioned someone this time!! normally I'd be too nervous or shy but I actually did it this time yippee!!!

also follow @amber-bnnuy this is a spinoff sideblog taking place in the same universe but with a different protagonist, amber the eebydeeby lopunny.

pronouns/gender for characters:

Azure - Any/all, Genderless

Crys - She/her, Cis woman

Cobalt - He/him, Trans man

Unnamed human - She/her, Cis woman

ps: I know I said humans dni in the in-character part, but human characters are allowed to interact lol. I think it would be nice if people helped restore azure's trust in humans (this may be a thing for an upcoming arc! or it might not depending on how it goes. we'll see!) and also it would be funny to see azure react to finding out a human interacted with them

azure is bi and uses any pronouns. currently, they have No Gender and really couldn't care less about what people interpret their gender as. go wild with this. call them a man, a woman, non-binary, demigender, genderfluid, or whatever! neopronouns are also ok, feel free to come up with the most annoying pronouns possible for azure!

magic anons and pelipper mail are also on! send asks for any of those things (as long as it doesn't affect the story, or makes a part of the story finish faster. for example, no giving them items that they are currently searching for, and no offing people)

anyways now to the actual ooc stuff

about me

you can call me either sig, drizzile, or mod drizzile!

I am under 18, non-binary and use they/them pronouns. I like pokemon, persona, puyo puyo, tetris, and rythym games as well as a bunch of other stuff. pokemon and persona are currently the things I'm into the most right now, but I am still pretty good at tetris. I am also bisexual

This is also a personal blog, since this is the only blog I have

Also, I'm not good at interacting with people. If you wanna have an interaction with me, you're gonna have to start it

also to any irls who somehow find this, please refrain from using my real name on here! I don't like having people I don't know irl know my name

DNI if:

You are an nsfw blog. I'm ok with suggestive content, though.

You make/look at suggestive/nsfw/kink/fetish drizzile content. Ultra hell for you. Banished to eternal damnation. I will not tolerate drizziles in any nsfw thing, even if they aren't apart of the "main thing".

You dislike drizziles or piplups. drizziles and piplups are very important to me personally.

You are a terf, or are transphobic in general

You are lgbtq+phobic

You are a proshipper

You support israel

You are a pedophile. And yes, loli/shota counts as pedophilia.

You are a zoophile

You post spoilers for any pmd game. I've only beaten pmd2 and have basically no way of playing the other pmd games (citra runs like shit on my phone, and I can't get the pmd1 remake and refuse to play it any other way) but I would still like the chance to go into these games blind

azure's backstory

Azure woke up in a lab one day with no prior memories. It isn't amnesia, they were literally made in the lab. A group of unknown scientists were conducting experiments on several pokemon, azure being one of them. Azure's experiments involved getting made in a lab as an artificial pokemon, having a substance being put into them to turn them into a shiny, and having some scales on their neck being replaced with parts of an everstone, rendering azure unable to evolve. After azure gained sentience as a side effect of one of these experiments, the scientists quickly injected something into azure, causing them to block out and appear in a forest. After a few weeks, azure discovered galar mine #2, and decided to dig a hole in the wall and make it's home there. An unnamed human miner who was doing work in this mine discovered azure's home, and is now looking after her by giving them berries each day. This human also gave azure a piece of azurite, which lead to azure choosing their name to be azure.

Azure is currently living with the unnamed human, since they wanted an actual home after staying with her for a while at the crown tundra. The only other pokemon living with them is crys, a very shy lampent who is over 200 years old.

Azure is currently in their second arc. They have learned how to get out of their body, and have awakened the original owner, Cobalt the drizzile. This is more or less just a filler arc until I create more lore, and cobalt doesn't get have a backstory.