#crescent city open

[tofeelthecold]

open to: anyone verse: main verse note: no icons atm sorry

"Careful, Syrinx will steal everything off your plate simply by acting like he's never fed," Byrce stated with a chuckle as she watched the chimera try to get the other to do just that.

[nyrvixfantasyarts]

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[hlizr50]

Fic prompts you say?????????

#12 for Gwynthan please.

I know you are skeptical, but this is my chance to convince you!

My OTP.

I’m doing this because I love you, and I can’t deny that these two would be disgustingly adorable and supportive of each other.

Word Count: 750

Pairing: Gwyneth Berdara/Ithan Holstrom

Prompt: “H-how long have you been standing there?” - “Long enough.” (I adjusted it a tiny tiny bit based on what I’d written.)

~~~

She ran a thumb over the cerulean stone, her reflection distorted over the smooth surface. While her evenings had become more restful over the years, the training ring was still her solace. It was a place where she’d grown strong, in body and mind and soul, empowered by the people who had become her family.

The Valkyries had outgrown the training ring at the House, though they still used it for any priestesses who still dared not venture out into the world. Which was why Gwyn could sit with her legs dangling over the railing, enjoying the peace and quiet of the winter afternoon.

Perhaps she wasn’t enjoying it, exactly. Perhaps she was more… hiding.

Another year.

The invoking stone was a lead weight in her palm, and she dropped her hands into her lap under its burden. Gwyn had never worn it as a priestess, though she couldn’t bear the thought of letting it go. Cat would have been an incredible priestess; devoted and compassionate and gentle. The redhead knew, now, that it had never been her destiny to remain hidden in the pale blue robes of the Mother. It had never been her call to remain huddled and hushed in the library.

Gwyn’s purpose was to be strong. To empower others who had been wounded to do the same. It had taken a long time, but she was finally proud of who she was, the warrior she had become.

But that didn’t make days like these any easier.

“Happy birthday, Cat,” she whispered into the winter chill, eyelashes fluttering to cool the burning in her eyes. Would it still hurt this much a decade from now? A century? Gods, she hoped not.

“I think you’d be proud of me,” she continued. Sometimes it was nice to talk to her like she was right there. “I try to help people who don’t know how to fight back. I’d like to think that—“ she sniffled, losing the battle against her pooling tears “—that I’m making sure that what happened to us doesn’t happen to anyone else. I just wish… I just wish it wasn’t too late to save you.”

The breeze was frigid against the dampness on her cheeks, and seeped through her leggings as if they were made of nothing more than lace. But she barely noticed, falling into the chasm that still remained in the wake of her twin’s death. Her head dropped, suddenly to heavy, and her drooping shoulders shook with the force of her grief.

Still.

“I’m so sorry, Cat,” she whimpered between ragged breaths. “I love you. I miss you so much. Nothing is the same without you.”

Suddenly she was wrapped in an embrace, two warm, strong arms banding around her and pulling her into the warmth of a broad chest. Then there was a kiss to her cheek, capturing one of her many falling tears.

“You do help people. Every day. It’s incredible to witness.” The gentleness of the voice made her slump in the comforting arms of the man who had become so dear to her. Ithan Holstrom was always so forthcoming with his feelings, unafraid to be vulnerable and honest if it meant earning Gwyn’s trust. She couldn’t thank the Mother enough for connecting their worlds, though the resulting conflict had been horrifying and bloody.

“H-how long have you been listening?”

Ithan sighed at her back, his exhale pulling her further into him. She didn’t want him to let go, and it seemed like the feeling was blessedly mutual.

“Long enough,” he whispered, his breath tickling the shell of her ear. “Your sister would be immensely proud of you. Just like I am. In fact, from what you’ve told me, the only thing that would upset her is the fact that you still hurt so much, and you exile yourself to a secluded roof to try to handle it alone.”

Gwyn squeezed her eyes shut, a desperate attempt to halt the fresh wave of tears from his heartfelt words.

Ithan released her from his grasp, but only long enough to step to her side and tilt her chin up toward him. His kiss was so warm and tender, protecting her from the winter chill.

“You’ll catch your death out here, Freckles,” he murmured. “Come inside. We’ll cuddle in front of the fire and I’ll tell you more about Connor.”

Connor. The brother he’d lost. His own nightmarish night, a world away.

Just another reason Ithan understood her better than anyone else.

[wiltingcrowns]

send your favourite ship/character in an ask and i'll do a moodboard for them <3

[celestial-moonlight-domain]

Welcome to the Looking Glass

🌖 Greetings travelers. I am Moonlight Cookie, the last guardian Wizard of the City of Wizards. I bid you welcome to our Celestial Moonlit Domain through the Looking Glass, for while the City of Wizards may not be accessible to many of the world’s inhabitants, know that we are always keeping vigil from the dreamscapes. Feel free to ask us anything about magic. Wizardry. Dreams. Astronomy. Astrology. Anything your heart desires! If you shall ask, we will try our best to answer.

🌌 Well said. I am Milky Way Moonlight Cookie, the guardian of all dreams’ endless twilight. If you have lost your way in the vast expanse of space and need assistance getting back on track, be not afraid to ask us for help, no matter what dimension you have found yourself in.

🌕 Magnificent as always. I am Moonlight Cookie of the Blissful Full Moon. It matters not the situation you find yourself in. Believe in yourself and others, and a happy ending shall await you under the brilliance of the full moon. Paint a lovely picture with the stars you see within your dreams and always strive for the heavens. Don’t be scared of what lies before you, for I’ll be there to help you through your darkest times whenever you shall ask.

🌙 Hmph. Sappy as always. I am Moonlight Cookie of the Alluring Crescent, and it is my duty to harbor nightmares across the dreamscape in the silence of everyone’s dreams. Go on. Follow the scarlet moonlight. You won’t regret it… much. However, it is my duty to know what entities I use to invoke nightmares in the silence of the night. Should you find any rogue nightmarish entities on the physical place beyond the dreamscape, report them to me at once and I will reward you handsomely. Or better yet, tell me what nightmares and night terrors trouble you and I may try to withhold them… for a more silent night.

☀️ And last but not least, I am Moonlight Cookie of the Primordial Light. As one of the first creations of the Wizards chronicled within the Labyrinth of Remembrance among the other faces of Moonlight, it is also my duty to chronicle the events and memories of Earthbread. Alas, not all memories are set in stone… and possibly not even within this universe. Share your ideas and opinions about the Cookies and events of Earthbread with us. No matter how extraordinary they may be, they are your own treasured memories to share with the world.

And then there’s me, the mod of this blog. Ask the Moonlight Cookies anything you want and I will forward your asks to them, but I have a few things to mention:

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Whether for the Moonlights or for the mod, Cookie Run headcanons, OCs, AU concepts, and questions about them are always welcome to be shared on the blog!

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While there are multiple characters here, there is only one mod running the blog, so please be patient if I don’t answer right away!

Have fun and enjoy your time here!

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More Cookies may appear in the future to answer questions, so stay tuned!

[houseofhurricane]

In honor of SJM Romance Week, I am opening my asks for 2-3 short ficlets.

I’ll write any pairing for ACOTAR, and you can try your luck for Throne of Glass and Crescent City.

[tofeelthecold]

open to: anyone verse: main verse

"Yeah I have no say in what the Autumn King does, trust me, if I did things would be different," Ruhn sighed as he looked at the other. "If you want I can see if I can get the AUX to do something but I don't make any promises."

[monsieurcourfeyrac]

who will join my army of celestina stans? ONE DAY WE WILL CONQUER THE CRESCENT CITY AND FORCE EVERYONE TO WORSHIP OUR QUEER ANGEL QUEEN!!!!!

[hlizr50]

Well this definitely speaks to me!!!

If you'd like to see a drabble/oneshot written with these, give me a prompt and a ship!

I'll try to get to them as soon as I can! <3

Noticing Trauma Prompts

1. “Who did this to you?”

2. “You don’t have to tell me what happened if you don’t want to, but I want you to know that I’m here for you.”

3. “I heard you screaming.  Are you okay?”

4. “Would you like a hug?”

5. “You do this thing with your hands when you get nervous.  Why?”

6. “That’s it, baby.  Just breathe.  In and out.”

7. “You’re safe.  I’m not gonna let anything happen to you.”

8. “I’m so sorry you had to go through that.”

9. “You don’t deserve to be hurt like that.”

10. “I’m here to listen if you ever need to talk.”

11. “I can’t make the pain go away.  But I can at least try to make it more bearable for you.”

12. “Did something happen to you that I don’t know about?”

13. “I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to trigger anything.”

14. “Talk to me.  What’s wrong?”

15. “Hey.  You know I love you, right?”

16. “I know it hurts, but you’ll get through it.  I promise.”

17. “It seems like that really rattled you.”

18. “Look at me, darling.  You’re gonna be okay.”

19. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

20. “You’re right.  I don’t understand.  I may never fully understand what you’re going through.  But please let me help you get through this.”

21. “How often does this happen?”

22. “Would you feel more comfortable talking about it if I turned around?”

23. “Don’t focus on them.  Just focus on me.”

24. “I know how strong you are.  I need you to be strong for me.”

25. “It upset you, didn’t it?”

26. “It’s okay.  I won’t hurt you.”

27. “You’re always safe with me, love.”

28. “Nightmares again?”

29. “Do you want to talk about it?”

30. “I’m not gonna make you do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

31. “You’ve been through a lot.  Too much.”

32. “I’m here.  You’re safe.”

33. “I’m gonna find the fucker that hurt you and reduce them to the sorry son of a bitch they are.”

34. “No one’s ever gonna hurt you again.  Not as long as I’m around.”

35. “I’ll stay as long as you need.”

36. “No one’s asking you to get over this immediately.  Take your time and heal.”

37. “Your health, safety, and wellbeing take precedence over everything else.”

38. “You’re doing great.  I’m proud of you.”

39. “It’s in the past.  It can’t hurt you anymore.”

40. “I wish I had a time machine so I can go back and stop that from happening.”

[hlizr50]

Hi, it’s the anon who screamed in your asks again. I was just wondering… when do we get our spice?

There is spice coming THIS WEEK!!!

And then, of course, more the following week. Which is the LAST WEEK.

It makes me a little sad lol

[storystartsanew]

"Once you hit a certain age, you become permanently unimpressed by a lot of shit."

[witchthewriter]

I've updated my match ups! Come get 'em while they're hot!

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 *OPEN*

Hello! I’m opening my askbox for ships - read and follow the rules and I’ll get to it! (EDITED!)

Keep reading

[thefirsthogokage]

Motaz lost another important person to him in another war crime against paramedics.

Pictures from Motaz' stories.

Captions from @a-captions-blog (thank you!)

[OP plain text: Motaz lost another important person to him in another war crimes against paramedics. \End PT]

[Image descriptions: Photos of Motaz Azaiza with Mohammed Omari, overlaid with text. Long descriptions follow.

1. The two pose together in Red Crescent clothing. The text says, ‘Another big loss for me. Like a father, Mohammed Omari. He got killed by Israeli snipers while doing his humanitarion work to evacuate injured people from Gaza city to the sout as the PRCS coordinated with the ICRC and they got the permission to do their job. They shoted him in the chest.

2. A photo of the two in an ambulance, with Mohammed at the wheel. The text reads, ‘I used to get my first aid training/first responder training with him.’

3. A photo of Mohammed in Red Crescent clothing, standing with a little person similarly dressed. The text says, ‘He was a human. Israel killed him.’

4. A photo of the two along with two other people, all in Red Crescent shirts. The text says, ‘First they killed Hatem then they killed four others. Now they killed Mohammed.’

5. A photo of two Mohammed and another person in Red Crescent clothing helping an injured person on the ground. The text reads, ‘Mohammed and Fadi. Fadi passed couple weeks ago after the Israeli tanks opened fire on the ambulance he rides.’

6. A photo of Mohammed in a blue zip-up jacket and jeans, sitting cross legged outdoors and smiling at the camera. The text reads, ‘Miss you my friend. I am sure you and khaled in a better place.’ \End descriptions]

[athena5898]

🚨 The catastrophic situation in northern Gaza continues as the siege persists for the seventh consecutive day. Hospitals are shut down, bombardment targets every location, homes are demolished, and dozens are wounded because they dared to move under drones. Entry of food, water, and fuel has been completely blocked.

The Red Crescent has declared that all ambulances in the northern Strip have run out of fuel.

Citizens have evidently been subjected to field executions in the north (Media 1). Civil Defense and medical crews have not stopped transporting martyrs. All Gazans are living under bullets under bombardment; every day, dozens are wounded by drones and bullets for trying to leave Jabalia camp.

Meanwhile, the situation at Kamal Adwan Hospital (https://t.me/PalestineResist/62084) in the north remains catastrophic, where patients have been evacuated due to overcrowding in the departments and lack of fuel.

Dozens of injuries were reported as the IOF indiscriminately dropped bombed on the tents of the displaced at the Faluja School in the northern #Gaza Strip moments ago. (Media 7) Dozens were wounded by drone bullets at the Al-Fawqa School, which houses displaced people in Jabalia; 15 wounded have been transported so far. A child that was just born was wounded by IOF targeting of homes (Media 2).

The attacks since dawn are distributed as follows: Jabalia:

Field executions and continuous bombardment.

Injuries in a bombing of a home in Jabalia, northern #Gaza Strip.

A martyr at the Namnam roundabout.

11 wounded, trapped in their home in Bir Al-Naja following IOF targeting.

18 wounded among displaced after a drone opened fire on a shelter for the displaced near Birkat Abu Rashid in Jabalia.

Dozens wounded by drone fire at the Al-Fawqa School.

Dozens of injuries as the IOF indiscriminately dropped bombed on the tents of the displaced at the Faluja School.

4 martyrs and 8 wounded as a result of the shelling of the Al-Azizi and Azzam families in the Faluja area.

Two martyrs from the Jarjawi family after the IOF bombed the Saftawi area.

Several wounded under the rubble of the Abu Rakba family home in Tal Al-Zaatar area in the northern Strip (Media 5).

A female martyr and several wounded as a result of the IOF bombing the Hasfa School in Jabalia Camp.

Gaza City:

Wounded after IOF drones targeted a group of 15 citizens in Zaytoun, south of Gaza City.

Martyrs and wounded in the IOF's bombing of the Al-Dayah family home southwest of Gaza City.

6 martyrs as a result of the IOF bombing a home in Al-Mughrabi Street southwest of Gaza City in the northern #Gaza Strip.

3 martyrs as a result of the IOF bombing a home in Sabra neighborhood, south of Gaza City.

Nusseirat, Deir Al-Balah, and Maghazi:

Injuries in a bombing of a home west of Nusseirat camp, central #Gaza Strip.

Two martyrs and several injured among displaced in the bombing of a home of the Kurd family in Deir Al-Balah.

Martyrs and wounded in a drone strike on citizens in Maghazi camp in the central #Gaza Strip.

A child martyr and several wounded in the bombing of the Bayoumi family apartment in Nusseirat camp, central #Gaza Strip. (Media 3)

A martyr and several critically wounded as a result of the IOF bombing a home in Nusseirat camp, central #Gaza Strip.

[theorphicangel]

𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐈'𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮. | sukuna x gn!reader

word count: 1k

tags: fluff, slightly mean 'kuna, he calls reader 'stupid' :(, modern au

synopsis: you call sukuna pretty knowing all too well how much he hates it when you say that. (or does he?)

You wake to a warm hand wrapped around your waist. Molded into a moon’s crescent, your body is wrapped within a warm embrace. Sukuna’s grip is firm despite currently being under the authority of slumber. The early August sun streams in through the blinds, welcoming you to another day with the sounds of city traffic leaking through the windows of your apartment. 

It seems like the two of you ended up falling asleep on the couch after staying up late the previous night, the tv screen glows with white letters reading  ‘Are you still watching?’

The scent of a husky cologne fills your nostrils, a classic scent of your partner. You don’t dare move to stir the man beneath you. In a deep rhythmic pattern his chest rises and falls, gentle snores leave his parted lips. You take the opportunity to study Sukuna’s features starting with his black tattoos intricately designed on his body and face. 

This may be the single moment where you fail to witness his usual grumpy expression on his face. Instead of the usual crease between his brows or the squinting of his eyes and his lips overturned into a grimace; Sukuna’s expression seems to be one of pure tranquility, unusual from his regular look of disapproval. You take note of the softness of his lips, pink and plump and ever so kissable. His cheeks are slightly puffy from sleep, you fight the urge within yourself to pinch them between your fingers. His overall demeanor is relaxed as he  unconsciously lets his guard down, a rare sight. 

The room remains so quiet you can hear his heart repeatedly thump in your ear, the rhythmic beat provides the gentle temptation of lulling you back to sleep. As stubborn you are, you fight to keep your eyelids open whilst simultaneously tracing over the black tattoos across Sukuna’s arm. With controlled caution, your fingers trace lightly over his skin. You’ve yet to ask him the meaning behind his tattoos wondering whether there’s a sincere backstory or if they were merely a creation from an impulsive moment. 

 In the early stages of dating he had subtly confessed that his first tattoo was an act of rebellion against his parents and as time passed he simply got into the habit of obtaining the rest.

Glancing up to his face, you study the intricate tattoos placed on his chin. You wonder if he designed them by himself or had aid from someone else. What prompted him to do it you wonder, where did he get his inspiration from? How did his parents react to the rest of the tattoos? But you know all too well how little Sukuna cares for others' opinions. 

Nonetheless, you find them pretty to look at. Whether he’s doing some mindless task or lazing with you on the couch, your eyes always fall upon his hypnotic black patterns. And it seemed he always caught you in the act. 

Even now.

“You’re always staring at me, creep.”

His voice is low. Raspy enough to send vibrations across your body. A stirring feeling in your lower gut appears ever so suddenly. So caught up in your thoughts you failed to notice the man beneath you stir awake, heavy lidded eyes gazing at you. A subtle pinch on your waist announces his return from slumber.

“You’re pretty.”

The words leave your mouth before you could even comprehend them. You feel his body stiffen beneath you before hearing a tut leave his mouth and witness him turning his head away. Presumably to hide the way that his cheeks burn up  and how the tips of his ears turn pink. 

Majority of people would be honored to hear a compliment, offering their gratitude or perhaps extend one back.

But not Sukuna. He got frustrated anytime you paid him a compliment. Instead of a compliment he throws back an insult.

“You’re stupid.”

“That’s mean, ‘kuna.”

“That’s mean, ‘kuna.”  he mimics despite his voice still being thick from sleep. A low groan leaves his throat, his arm leaving your waist temporarily to stretch above his head. 

A double tap on your waist indicates that he wants you to shift over, off from his chest. 

A simple pat on your head is given before he rises from the couch. His warmth immediately leaves  your body and a sudden craving sensation fills your body. His footsteps thump off to the bathroom to freshen up and his infamous scowl appears on his face paired with the crease between his brows. You observe his pink locks as he runs a hand through it.

 Messy.  Just the way you like it. Pretty, just the way you like it. 

It takes everything within your body to hold  back from calling him pretty again knowing all too well that he would end up irritating him further. 

At least that’s what he lets you think.

He wouldn’t ever admit it to you but each time your lips sound out another compliment it takes every bone within Sukuna’s body to not to hold you down and keep you hostage by laying you down and planting kisses all  across your body. 

 It takes everything in him to not reveal how much of an effect your words have on him; how as soon as you call him ‘pretty’  he creates a distance between the two of you, keeping you far away enough so you don’t hear the rapid beating of his heart; so you don’t see the way he avoids eye contact or the way that the tips of his ears burn.

You seemed to be some sort of illness that he couldn’t get rid of.  Something that he couldn’t find a cure for. 

But of course he would never admit that to you. Not ever. Not even if the entire world caught on fire.

But you’re okay with that.  Because even if the entire world did catch on fire, you’d still turn and call him pretty one last time.

And he’d still like it. 

thank you for reading!! reblogs are much appreciated!!

[solbaby7]

Masterlist

Last Updated: 10-30-24

REQUESTS OPEN — BLURB BAR

ACOTAR

One Shots

Rhysand

Psychological Warfare

While the Cats are Away, the Mice will Play

Put On A Show

Win You Over

Enchantress

Look What You Made Me Do

Temptress

Stuck Like Glue

Heat of the Moment

Azriel

A Guy Who Takes His Time [ part 2 ] completed

Run

Wanting You, Wanting Me

Tripping Over You [ part 2 ]

Make You Feel Something [ part 2 ] completed

Life of the Party

Tainted

Jolene

Still Your Best [ part 2 ] [ bonus ] completed

Hollow

Blurred Lines [ part 2 ] [ part 3 ] [part 4 ] completed

Teach Me [ part 2 ] completed

Maneater

Calypso part 2 coming soon

Drifting Away

Good Enough To Eat

Since You Have A Lover

En Cognito

Cassian

Take What You Need

Killing Me Softly [ part 2 ] completed

Angels Like You

I Dare You

Forbidden Fruit [ part 2 ]

Multi-Parts

Rhysand

shy!reader mini-series

summary: Poor Illyrian baby Rhys really needs a massage

[ 1 ] [ 2 ] [ 3 ] [ 4 ] [ 5 ] [ 6 ] completed

Azriel

summary: You wander somewhere you don't belong; don't get caught

[ 1 ] [ 2 ] part three coming soon

Cassian

summary: Cassian's been busy and you get his attention no matter how toxic the tactics may be

[ 1 ] [ 2 ] completed

BLURB BAR REQUESTS

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CRESCENT CITY

coming soon

The Fourth Wing

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