#princess icicle

[shiftywing]

jade winglet wishes it was HALF as iconic as these divas

[wingsoffirenews]

Who were you HOPING Book 17's POV would be if not Kinkajou?

Mulberry

Harmony

Platypus

Quokka

Sora

Royal

Dugong

Icicle

Peacemaker/Dusky/Auklet/Cliff/Bumblebee/Mink

Harmony's Clutchmate

Someone Else

I Wanted Kinkajou

Voting ended onApr 23

[outsmartingbasilisk]

Ace Icicle icon commission Was given the okay for this version to be ftu for everyone like my other pride icons

[ieatsporks11]

[mothpawbs]

For requests: maybe Hailstorm or Icicle?

siblings siblings siblings siblings! sorry this took SO damn long lmao i've been prioritizing finishing huevember. also icewings hard to draw

[princeofuncertainty]

Gotta feel bad for Princess Icicle having "OCD", but she's actually right. Her parents WILL disown her if she doesn't take the seventh bath of the day. She DOES need to kill her aunt to avoid a lifetime of misery. Her quiet roommate who listens to her talk IS actually planning to kill her. Her big brother WILL actually die if she falls asleep. Then they throw her in the dungeons where she is never seen again.

[jewelbeeloop]

"Icicle's scales had always been whiter than everyone else's: her claws sharper, her teeth gleaming, and her spikes pristine.....Winter could never have imagined her looking this wretched"

Paperback Ch 8 pg 101

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For the spoopy season :3

Not that much time has passed since the volcano erupted but i cant picture the hardened lava rock, just regular rock ^^`

[dapandapod]

Icicle princess

Hi!

So my new office job is fun and all, but it is very mean to wrists and elbows, but here we are, sneaking in some floof for lovely lovely @writywritestuff!

Please enjoy, have a lovely time, stay warm! <3

On Ao3 here

Outside is cold. Snow is cold, ice is cold, rain is cold, mud is cold, air is cold, her boots are cold, and Ciri is cold.

Her jaw is chattering when she finally manages to open the blasted double doors of the keep, her fingers stiff inside her gloves and her lips blue. 

Indoors is not much better, but that is probably related to her clothes being frozen solid after falling into the snow slushies repeatedly while doing her laps.

She has not taken many steps inside before Geralt finds her. Ever since the bard fell into the lake and almost froze his toes off, he has been hovering over them all like a hawk. Or mother hen, as Lambert likes to say.

She kicks off her boots, they hit the wall with a thunk, sending more snow flying everywhere. Next is her coat and her gloves, then the thick wool shirt.

Throwing herself in front of the fire is a relief. The flames feel so hot they burn her face, and she holds out her hands to warm her poor, white fingers. 

Geralt throws a thick pelt at her, it is heavy and soothing, but doing very little to warm her up. Ciri wraps it around herself and inches closer to the fire. For a few long miserable moments she stays there, her teeth clattering so hard it hurts.

Then she is suddenly in the air. Geralt lifts her up with a big, put upon sigh. She weighs nothing to him, still curled up in the pelt skin she is lifted like a babe, and then sat down. Which is very, very strange.

Peeking out from the pelt, she realizes she is sat in Geralt's lap, side of her head is leaning against his chest, his arms are wrapped around her and hands rubbing her back to try to get her warm. It's nice.

"You feel like ice." He mutters, shifting closer to the fire.

"Mother hen." Lambert teases from the table, and Ciri giggles in her wrapping.

"Room for one more?"Jaskier asks, sitting down next to them and leaning into their sides. "Woah, princess, those are some white fingies! May I?"

Jaskier's hands are hot against hers, he holds them and rubs them gently, trying to get feeling back into them.

"Ah heck, my spot was taken." Eskel complains, joining them on the other side of Geralt. Ciri tips her head back to look at him, and he pinches her nose. "Did you stick your nose in the snow?"

"Is fine, I just fell down."

"Well that won't do." The scarred witcher announces, wiping his hand on his trousers. "I'll show you some tricks. Tomorrow." He adds quickly when Geralt gives him a glare.

When she retrieves her hands, Jaskier looks a little put out, but accepts her snuggling into Geralt. Three seconds later she finds herself with a lap full of bard. Both she and Geralt stumble sideways and they find themselves on top of Eskel.

"Jaskier! You're heavy!" Ciri laughs and wriggles, but there is nowhere to go. She is well and truly stuck.

"And you are ice cold!" Jaskier informs her, as if she didn't know, diving in to hide her under Geralt's arms. "You need a great big HUG to warm you up!"

"Mercy! Waah, mercy, spare me!" Ciri giggles, and looking up in a plea for help, she notices Geralt smiling too.

It's a good look on him.

"Alright. That's it."

All air is punched from their collective lungs as Lambert pounces. Literally on top of them all, limbs spread and face in Geralt's armpit.

"Fuck me, wolf, when did you last take a bath!"

"Too cold."

"Geralt!" Jaskier sounds offended as if it is an offense to *him*, and it makes her laugh even more with the limited air she got.

Her toes hurt a little from getting warm again, and her fingers are still a little stiff, but this is good.

It is warm inside the pelt, it is warm in her heart.

The witchers and the bard bicker around her, despite her sore muscles and her squished hands and smelly armpits, she is feeling safe.

Good.

At home.