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I’ve said this before (to myself) and I’ll say it again (to you) Mr Wrong by Sade is the perfect Cresswell song
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Save Me a Dance:
Cinder and Jacin in Cinderella
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Under the Firey Stars:
Cress and Kai in Rapunzel
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A Fools Errand:
Thorne and Scarlet in Little Red Ridding Hood
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A Warm Reunion:
Wolf and Winter in Sleeping Beauty
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ikosburneraccount · 9 days
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long haired Cress sketch
from my One Thing Different: Jacin Kills Sybil au
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ikosburneraccount · 9 days
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I can't believe it took me one "Hey, trouble" from Jacin to be completely obsessed with jacinter, and they didn't even have enough interactions
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ikosburneraccount · 9 days
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torin and rikan were dating. to me like torin was a widow
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ikosburneraccount · 9 days
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Okay, I'm posting this because @boardthatsinkingship teased me about how my Ao3 links to my writing blog with NO WRITING. So I'm posting a snippet of this fanfic that I'm NEVER going to write but I liked it anyways.
Premise: Modern!College!DrugDealing!AU where Thorne entices Cinder to start selling cocaine. Yes, you read that correctly. Rated M for the adult themes, of course.
The scene starts where they're mopping the cafeteria floor as part of their punishment (intended to be a college suspension that Thorne's father was able to knock down to community service):
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“You know, if you think about it…an orgasm is kind of like a body sneeze.”
She scrunches her nose. “Ew, Thorne. Gross.”
He scratches the stubble he insists is a beard. “Yeah, I knew that wouldn’t land.” 
When she glances over at him, he’s still looking down, hand to jaw, pinky finger curled against his mouth. 
“Thorne?” 
“You know, I’ve been thinking. What if we start a business?”
“A business.” 
“Yeah, like a real business. Tax returns, CFOs, LLC’s, all the acronyms. Commercial advertisements, Cinder. We’ll be big.”
“Okay…sure. What kind of business though?”
“Cocaine. Boom.” His hands mimic fireworks exploding.
“Are you fucking stupid?” Her head could not whorl around fast enough — what the fuck is he thinking? 
“What the fuck, Thorne? You can’t just go around saying that shit. Please tell me this is a joke. Dining cannot be that bad for you  — the heir to a prime military oligarch — to consider selling drugs. And cocaine out of all of them, too! You couldn’t just—“
Something hits her square in the face. A gentle something because it just falls down to the floor without any impact.
A tiny, tiny little bag full of white sits between her worn, yellowed Reeboks. She’s been needing a new pair, and for a while now, because the soles are starting to hollow and her heels cramp like a motherfucker when she stays too late in the lab. 
And the answer lays between her legs. 
For some reason, every moment in Cinder’s life flashes before her: the blankness of her foster care experience, memories of screams in black and smoke and so much coughing, like there was no more air; Garan adopting her, no elation but only a lingering sense of sorrow; Adri’s rejection; Garan’s death; Adri again, screaming, yelling, hitting and blaming her, you useless thing, you monster, you did this, you are the reason this family doesn’t exist. A ghost. A nothing. 
She bends down — more like squats down, sitting back on her heels, and gingerly picks up the baggie. Cups it in her hands, turning it over between her palms, watching the way the powder shifts and shutters downwards. 
“You’re considering it. I fucking knew it, I knew you would.” He runs a hand through his hair, smiling and his eyes are wild and shiny and incredulous. “Well, well, well, what do you say? Let’s start a business?”
His hand hovers in the air between them, palm open and fingers outstretched. The gold of his gold bracelet is beginning to rust into a nauseous green, rotten. Moldy pennies.  
She slips her palm into his and tucks her thumb next to his.
“Deal.” 
And they shake on it.  
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That's it. LMFAO! I hope you enjoyed because there will never be a full version of this.
Also, everyone say thank you to @boardthatsinkingship for teasing me into posting this snippet.
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ikosburneraccount · 9 days
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sick of the iko fangirl erasure she was literally cress before cress
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ikosburneraccount · 9 days
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girl who told Kai Dr. Erland died 😭
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jacin clay to me is what 90s leonardo dicaprio is to closeted lesbians
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ikosburneraccount · 9 days
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@thorneswife for you
carswell thorne knuckle tatts that say FREE SOAP
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scarlet benoit is NOT cottage core midwest pumpkin spice ugg boots coded she is dirt tractor mud boots and cornfields on halloween coded
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Now why are Winter's two most popular romantic interests both white people? I thought she was supposed to be free
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the scenes where cinder is sweating in her shop always have me dead af cause you’re telling me they’re like in 3000 CE and haven’t invented better air conditioning??? 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 CMON
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