#Burning Frost

[midoristeashop]

Jack prost

Jack studies but I was only allowed to ref the rotg concept art 🤩

[mahoganyrust]

I was feeling a bit emotional after chap 32 of FIMT so I thought I’d do the observatory scene. First time I’m properly realising how Jack’s dressed XD bit goofy but I like it. He’s playing Pokémon catch ‘em all with sentimentally significant pieces of clothing/equipment jsksjksjsks.

Thanks for all the love guys.

"Uiscefhuaraithe"

The feel of coolness only water brings

There are some things that no one teaches you, love

That God in his awful wisdom first programs in

But darlin', all my dreamin' is only been put to shame

And darlin', all my dreamin' has only been given a name

But it happened easy, darlin'

As natural as another leg around you in the bed frame

[mellowmusings]

coffee for your head | part 3

part 2

Azriel x reader A/N- highkey dead rn, wanna kms :) let me know if you wanna be tagged. my dumbass confused it with blessed mistakes first lmao Summary-After loosing his mate Azriel falls into severe depression barely living and eating at all, his entire life had fallen apart and even after a century of grieving he still couldn't pull himself up to the surface, but in his hole of self pity a ladder reaches down to him.

part 3- The healing The nights were still hard. Shadows curled restlessly around Azriel, whispering fragments of his past and pulling him toward the memories he couldn’t escape. He didn’t sleep much, haunted by dreams that left him cold and aching. But lately, there was something—someone—that offered a reprieve from the endless cycle of guilt and grief.

You.

It wasn’t as though you had come into his life and magically made everything better. The ache of losing his mate didn’t vanish overnight, nor did the guilt of allowing himself to feel something new. But your presence was steady, warm, and—most importantly—patient.

That patience was what terrified him the most.

Azriel noticed the little things first. The way you brewed his tea just how he liked it, even though he’d never told you. The way you left space for him at the dinner table but didn’t press when he chose to sit alone. The way you laughed—soft and sincere, as if the world hadn’t left its scars on you the way it had on him.

He didn’t know how to handle it.

The first time you sat beside him in the garden, saying nothing but letting your presence fill the silence, he found himself gripping his hands tightly in his lap. The urge to speak warred with the urge to push you away, to tell you that you deserved someone less broken.

But you didn’t ask him to speak. You just stayed. And something inside him cracked.

The journey wasn’t smooth. Healing rarely was.

There were moments when Azriel felt like he was suffocating, the weight of the past pressing down on his chest. He’d wake in a cold sweat, his shadows coiled tightly around him, and he’d remember her—his mate. Her laughter, her voice, the way she’d looked at him like he was the only thing that mattered in the world.

And then he’d think of you. The way you smiled at him, the way your eyes softened when you looked his way. It was different, softer.

It wasn’t wrong, was it? To find comfort in someone else?

But comfort didn’t always come easily.

One evening, you had invited him to join you for a walk along the Sidra. It wasn’t unusual—walking had become one of the few ways Azriel could clear his mind. But that day, he was restless, his shadows unusually loud, their whispers biting at the edges of his thoughts.

“Come with me,” you said, your tone light, though he could see the concern in your eyes.

“I’m fine,” he replied curtly, his voice sharper than he intended.

You blinked, clearly taken aback, but you didn’t back down. “Azriel, you’ve been sitting in this room all day. A walk might help—”

“I said I’m fine,” he snapped, the words cold and biting.

The silence that followed was unbearable. You stood there, your expression carefully blank, though he could see the hurt flicker across your features before you masked it.

“Alright,” you said quietly, turning to leave.

The door closed softly behind you, and Azriel sank into his chair, his head in his hands. The guilt was immediate, suffocating. He hadn’t meant to lash out, hadn’t meant to hurt you.

But that was the problem, wasn’t it? He didn’t know how to let someone in without fear of losing them.

He found you later that night, sitting by the fire in the House of Wind. You didn’t look up when he approached, your focus on the flames, but you didn’t tell him to leave, either.

“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice low.

You turned to him then, your eyes searching his face. “I’m not upset because you snapped at me, Azriel. I’m upset because you keep shutting me out.”

“I don’t mean to,” he admitted, his shadows curling around his shoulders like a shield. “I just—this isn’t easy for me. Letting someone in. Letting myself feel…” He trailed off, the words stuck in his throat.

You softened, your gaze steady. “I know it’s not easy. But I’m not asking you to do this alone. I’m here, Azriel. For as long as you’ll let me be.”

Something about the way you said it, so quietly but with such conviction, unraveled him. He sat beside you, his shoulders brushing yours, and for the first time in a long while, he let himself lean into someone else’s strength.

The fights were never explosive, but they were frequent enough to be a reminder of how much he still had to learn.

There was the time he forgot to meet you for lunch, lost in his own thoughts, and you had spent the afternoon pacing in worry.

“I thought something had happened to you,” you’d said when he finally returned, your voice tight with frustration.

“I didn’t ask you to worry,” he’d replied, defensive.

“No, you didn’t,” you said, your tone sharp. “But I do. Because I care about you, Azriel. And if that’s going to be a problem, maybe I shouldn’t—”

“Don’t,” he interrupted, his voice soft but firm. “Don’t say that.”

The tension hung between you like a fragile thread, but eventually, you both stepped back, your anger cooling. He apologized, and so did you, and the rift between you mended just a little.

There were also moments of quiet understanding, of small victories that felt monumental.

The first time he reached for your hand without overthinking it, you’d smiled so brightly he felt like the sun had come out just for him.

The first time he let you into his room, the space he had once considered sacred and untouchable, you had treated it with the reverence it deserved.

The first time he laughed—truly laughed—at something you said, the sound was so foreign to him that it startled both of you.

And through it all, you stayed.

It wasn’t until months later, as you sat together in the same garden where this journey had begun, that Azriel truly let himself acknowledge what he felt for you.

You were reading, your legs tucked beneath you, the late afternoon sun casting a golden glow across your face. His shadows were unusually quiet, as if even they recognized the peace of the moment.

He didn’t realize he was staring until you looked up, your lips quirking in a soft smile. “What is it?”

“Nothing,” he said, though his voice betrayed him.

You tilted your head, studying him. “You’re a terrible liar, you know.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Maybe.”

You reached for his hand, your touch grounding him. “You don’t have to say it, Azriel. Not until you’re ready.”

But he was ready.

“I love you,” he said, the words slipping out before he could second-guess them.

Your eyes widened, surprise flickering across your face before it softened into something warm and radiant. “I love you, too.”

And for the first time in over a century, Azriel felt something he hadn’t thought possible.

Hope. Beautiful radiant hope.

@anarchiii @darkbloodsly @sunnyspycat @er1023 @clementine111002 @buubblles @onebadassunicorn @donnadiddadog @ren-ni @lilah-asteria @rcarbo1 @tele86 @sillyfreakfanparty @sopheeg @secretlyhers @isa1b2h3 @inkedinshadows @thesunloveschips

[whump-galaxy]

Thinking about some weather whump.

The Whumpee being chained up outside like a dog, no matter the conditions. They have a small shelter, but it’s barely enough for them on the best days.

During summer, they can’t protect themselves from the heat. Their skin is constantly red and peeling from sunburns. They struggle to breathe in the hot, humid air. They barely have enough water to make it through.

When it storms, they tuck themselves into their shelter, jumping at every thunderclap. Most storms cause their shelter to flood, leaving them freezing and wet. Tree limbs snap and fall, narrowly missing their only shelter.

In winter, all they can do is make a makeshift wall for their shelter with their freezing hands, hopefully creating a windbreak. Maybe if the Whumper is feeling kind, they’ll get an extra blanket.

On the days weather is too bad, which is rare for the Whumper to decide, the Whumpee is tortured in other ways. It leaves them to wonder if they’d rather be in a tornado or hurricane than inside with the Whumper.

[the-keroscenic-route]

I just love this piece by @seye_art over on instagram. I'm always interested in the idea of Emma at the school as a teenager. How that would have changed her, the team, and her relationships, particularly with Jean and Scott.

I also love her uniform. Incorporating the white (and sort of the off the shoulder shape of some of her costumes) into a more standard x-men costume is not something I've seen a lot and it really makes sense for this universe given her age and the rest of the team's slightly more standardized look.

He has a few other pieces around this idea, and just some generally fantastic x-men and original art. So def check out his insta or shop: https://linktr.ee/seye_art

[ouaw-facts-i-just-made-up]

Frost is sensory avoidant, whilst Gricko and Gideon are often sensory seeking. Torbek and Kremy depend on the sensory type and the time and place, Kremy preferring visual stimuli and tastes, Torbek preferring physical touch based stimuli

Frost uses his clothing like a barrier for sensory input, and so does Kremy to a certain extent.

[saturnniidae]

Hijack is like autism vs adhd rap battle to me

[w1yre]

favorite cookies in crk list. uhhhh don’t judge idk

(these are not in order)

caramel arrow cookie

why i like her: bad bitch, great cookie, loyal to her kingdom, very cute

2. dark cacao cookie

why i like him: cute, very interesting character, i like his sword :)

3. pitaya dragon cookie

why i like him: he’s pink and he’s batshit crazy and he’s cute. how could i not

4. burning spice cookie

why i like him: beefy, batshit crazy, and cool design

5. eclair cookie

why i like him: silly, pretty, very good skill, i like his costume. also a nerd

6. wildberry cookie

why i like him: beefy guy with red hair. just my type. also very cute

7. frost queen cookie

why i like her: pretty blue color, pretty in general, caused my fucking gay awakening um uh what else uhhhhhh also very good cookie

8. sea fairy cookie

why i like her: sea fairy,,,,she’s pretty,,,,i love her she was my first legendary ever and i will never forget her she’s outstanding

ok that’s it

[that-random-ink]

[TW: LOUD NOISE]

It's been 126 days, WHERE IS HE

[r4d-c1oudz]

what are your thoughts on the upcoming 10/2 update?

well, looks like the meta is DEFINITELY gonna be changing after this... 💀

oh and did I forget to mention about the new costumes too? (FINALLY FROST QUEEN GETS A COSTUME AFTER NEARLY 3 YEARS OF EXISTANCE)

which one is your favorite?

[zoethehead]

so, i edited one of the pages as i forgot that wizard cookie's not in this au

but yes, ODYSSEY 2, ELECTRIC BOOGALOO!

[hdra77]

i hired all my ocs (not all) to stare at you

[viaarts404]

I headcanon that the stronger a cookie's power in ice or spice, the less they can take the weather of the opposite. Like, Burning Spice Cookie has a very hard time in cold weather while Frost Queen Cookie can't take hot weather.

[l3m0nflavoredst1mz]

hii, I was wondering if I could request a stimboard of barbatos from obey me, please? any stims are fine! ^^

Barbatos Stimboard

🪣 ▪️ 🪣

🥧 x 🥧

🪣 ▪️ 🪣

[floatinglittlestars]

Imagine Burning Spice /Pre corruption Burning Spice Cookie meeting Frost Queen cookie. I think they hold similar beliefs but acts it out differently. They know nothing lasts forever. Frost queen cookie takes her guardian of nature role seriously and makes sure the cycle of life continues. Burning Spice was the herald of change and history.

Anyways, advanced Merry Christmas!

[dismas-n-dismay]

My favorite voices are the ones that should look utterly pathetic Broken especially because he has No self respect when it comes to Tower 😭

Bro saw her and was like “Me and my girl don’t argue, she bash my head in w a rock and I walk it off like a man”

Oh and also Cold is here and he has a design…this ain’t abt him tho /j