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xander-wolk · 10 months
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Fine, I’ll make my own summer Hríd
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godly-feh-edits · 16 days
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(Mod Toto) Resharing Legendary Eliwood with Hríd's color palette! ❄️✨
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Hello! Hríd anon sliding another request under the door… can I get “I think we’re past the point of being just friends” with a fem summoner and my favorite icy boy? Thank you! (^∇^)
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Hríd may call you a good friend, but that title is merely a place holder for what he'd actually like to call you. Friend is what he uses to pacify rumours of late night dalliances, to lower raised brows at the closeness you and he share. But there is truth in their suspicions.
All it takes is for someone to take a long look at the pair of you together for things to begin falling into place. How between you both passing glances can turn into stares, how the normally stoic ice prince can't seem to stop himself from smiling in your presence, how no matter the distance between you both in a room, you always end up standing side by side.
When you leave the room his eyes follow and linger where you left, waiting to see if you return. Then he too leaves following your footsteps, it's no coincidence that somehow you both end up together again later on.
Then there's what no one sees, the late night encounters, the walking together through empty barracks, the murmuring of affections behind closed doors, the dancing around discussions about the future through passionate distractions. Friend isn't what you are to him. He knows it, as do you.
"A good friend, am I?" Which is why you grin at the title.
"Is there something else you wish me to call you?" And why he coyly responds.
"Whatever you want to call me is fine, but I think we're past the point of being just friends." He nods.
"I'd prefer to call you my wife." His forwardness leaves you stunned, despite already knowing what your answer to such a question would be. "But please let me ask you properly first," before you can give said answer, he sinks down to one knee, taking your left hand into both of his. "Will you marry me?"
"Yes!"
Wife is the most fitting title for what you are to him. To where when you head your separate ways for now. My wife. He says to himself in a whisper, glancing back at your fleeting form. And it leaves him feeling warm for hours on end.
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chascah · 2 years
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Guess who did not get invited to the beach this year either?
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tiredpassenger · 4 months
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Hríd, my beloved! Now with some great facial expressions.
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kitsunebishake · 1 year
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Redrew my first CSP illustration of Hríd!! You can see it here if you want to check the change.
It was also my first drawing using CSP, i had drawn the thing on traditional, then I lined it on ibis paint x with my tiny pathetic redmi 7a, and then finally colored it using my mouse on CSP (i was crazy enough to try to draw with my mouse...)
it was definitely an experience lmfao but i'm happy how much i've improved
and how much i continue to deface hríd for the sake of my agenda LMAO
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roelsfehblog · 1 year
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Hríd, the ice king
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heretoomuch · 4 months
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umiokami · 4 months
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BITCH IT HAS BEEN 300 YEARS, WHERE WERE YOU!?
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asterouslyaesthetic · 11 months
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so i know we already have the whole "older brother of a woman linked to us via dreams also dreaming of us" shtick covered by hríd, but we also have freyr apparently and it's been living in my head rent-free forever
this is his level 40 confession:
Long, long ago...I dreamt of a summer day spent beneath the sun's rays...And you were standing beside me in that dream, [Summoner]... There is no mistake. That was a true dream... It was a promise made by the future. How will the dream continue from here, I wonder... Of course, knowing would detract from the mystique. Dreams form our desires and shape the future...but for now, let us simply drift off into the summer sun.
how long ago was long, long ago...because for me, my mind immediately jumped to tiny freyr—with short hair and only a single braid instead of two and his eyes closed all the time still, but his face still manages to reveal his emotions when he does not give it permission to, particularly when his sister is involved—waking up as a voice inside his older self's brain, able to see and feel everything he does but unable to exert any influence, because he has always had some influence over dreams and that extends to visions of the future.
and there's this pretty mortal in a sundress who sits next to him as he's simply laying down, and when she says his name, his older self opens his eyes, only to be rewarded with salt water sprinkled at his face and a beautiful smile that makes his heart pound.
but he's so young and she's a mortal, and the only thing young freyr concedes that day is that it's nice to see freyja having fun with a friend.
the visions, bits and pieces out of context that show a wonderful future, don't stop after that day, as if to taunt him for when he disregarde, the clear signs that he grows to love her, because he does and how is it hard to when she cares for freyja so deeply that his sister is willing to trouble herself for the mortal's sake?
those in the palace begin whispering after the fifth time he bumps into the wall with a soft smile on his face.
he sees her past and sees her variable future—some things are fixed, but others are not. he sees her in a wedding gown, as a happy bride and a sad bride, he sees her with children, and he sees her grow old, whether alone or with her variable husbands; most of them are kings, but only three are of Midgard, and of those, one is only a grand duke, beloved brother to the empress.
(never with him)
he sees her in a beautiful deep red dress, on a balcony with only the company of fireworks; he hears the way his heart pounds, and remembers what he once thought; and though there is no recognition in her eyes, she welcomes him to her side all the same
but what should be the start of a two-sided relationship, an acknowledgement of him from her, becomes a time he hopes will never exist
because it isn't until much later that he learns what his sister attempts to do, how she traps the mortal in a neverending dream—about his death and the last thing he sees. to see her smile at him one last time...that much, at least, is granted to him.
but ironically, his desperate attempts to convince freyja to avoid such a path, to leave the beautiful mortal alone, are what drive her into consolidating her plans—and she never realizes, not until they both are willed into existence in Askr, that it wasn't simply a matter of loving mortals; that it was a matter of loving one mortal and wanting her to be happy to a self-sacrificial point.
because his death and freyja's, they are fated, they are fixed, and the prospect of them surviving even once means that they will have changed the future in all timelines. because they, like those of ymir, or hel, or vanir and asgard, exist outside of time—singular entities watching over all worlds—but are still beholden to it.
and then he is summoned, to her, and she smiles the way she did the first time. and freyr, he makes himself a promise. to be helpful in whatever way he can—to be the shoulder she can lean on when she's tired, the ears that listen to her sorrows.
and when summer brings along with it a warmth in the breeze, she takes him—and his sister, and his fairies, and her fairies, and all her other heroes—to a familiar scenery.
a familiar scene, salt water on his face, the beginning of his downfall.
the beginning of his love.
as a hero, his powers are restricted. he has no clue what goes on in the minds of his other selves summoned to other askrs, as he would've if he'd been alive. whether they're as lucky as he is, if they also "get the girl"
when night falls, he confesses his dream to her, his eyes still closed. she's quiet for a while, before she asks him about his words, about whether the dream formed his desires.
and when a quiet yes slips from his lips, and he tells her about wanting to be at her side, her smaller hand lightly grasps his own and feels something soft on his cheek, near his lips
"mine too. my desires...as well, since that dream. when you first approached me."
(telling freyja results in a tantrum from her and an attempted deescalation that his beloved takes far too much glee in.
by week 3, his sister pouts when he expresses his affection for his lover and mixes salt in her coffee, but there remains no malice in her actions.)
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soren-apologist · 3 months
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good news: with the tickets i got 3 duos in a row, one of which was altina, whom i actually wanted
the bad news: they are being sent to the meat grinder immediately
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i don’t even have anything against them i just think the art is creepy
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xander-wolk · 1 day
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Dunno if tumblr will bonk me for this but I’m risking it
FEH channel version☁️
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godly-feh-edits · 7 months
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(Mod Toto) Plegian Hríd arrives fashionably late!
But at least he got the funny dance moves 👀✨
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wat-dha-fak · 2 years
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i was expecting another kind of hot niflean summer
but no one readied me for Hot Necromancer Summer
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clusterfuck-yandere · 2 years
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FIRE EMBLEM SERIES.
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I don’t pick fights I can’t win.
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↳ ༉‧₊ ALFONSE
… Nothing yet!
↳ ༉‧₊ (M + F) BYLETH EINSER
… Nothing yet!
↳ ༉‧₊ CHROM
… Nothing yet!
↳ ༉‧₊ CLAUDE VON RIEGAN
… Nothing yet!
↳ ༉‧₊ DEDUE MOLINARO
… Nothing yet!
↳ ༉‧₊ DIMITRI ALEXANDRE BLAIDDYD
… Nothing yet!
↳ ༉‧₊ EPHRAIM
… Nothing yet!
↳ ༉‧₊ FERDINAND VON AEGIR
… Nothing yet!
↳ ༉‧₊ HAPI
… Nothing yet!
↳ ༉‧₊ HRÍD
… Nothing yet!
↳ ༉‧₊ LÍF
… Nothing yet!
↳ ༉‧₊ OPHELIA
… Nothing yet!
↳ ༉‧₊ RHYS
… Nothing yet!
↳ ༉‧₊ ROY
… Nothing yet!
↳ ༉‧₊ SETETH
… Nothing yet!
↳ ༉‧₊ SHIRO
… Nothing yet!
↳ ༉‧₊ SYLVAIN JOSE GAUTIER
… Nothing yet!
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soulcluster-moved · 2 years
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“Smash or Pass Sharena!” for hrid :3c
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Send me “Smash or Pass” + a name and my muse will answer with 100% honesty
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"That is a crude question, least of all toward a princess and the heir apparent to the Nifl kingdom. Besides that, what occurs between my fiancée and me behind closed doors is private." Which was to say, yes. Absolutely. 
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