#fae's sorbet

[barbiedragon]

It might be time to dip my toe back into writing for Henry Creel

#fae speaks #a little sorbet #one violent blond for another

[theladyofbloodshed]

Chapter 14 It's got a bit of everything: trauma-bonding, reverse cowgirl, face-sitting, soft sleepy azriel

Would Azriel’s breath ever not catch in his lungs when he looked at Nesta? She was a jewel unlike any Azriel had ever encountered before. The steady confidence, the classic beauty. A queen from a tale, shrewd and devastating in equal measure. There wasn’t a part of her he hadn’t fallen in love with.

They had found a quiet restaurant perched on a hill in the Summer Court by the coast. They arrived just in time to watch the sun begin its descent towards the sea. The sky was awash with pinks and gold and waning light gleamed off the calm surface of the sea. Nesta gazed out on it in wistful longing. He’d heard her breath hitch again when they’d arrived, overwhelmed by the power of the ocean.

She looked at home in the Summer Court, Azriel had to admit, with her cascading blonde hair and soft, blue dress. Nesta could have been the personification of the sea herself. So much power lay within her, untouched and untapped, but Azriel wouldn’t push her to use it.

‘A little bit warmer than the north Illyrian coast,’ she mused, pouring them both a glass of water from the jug.

Despite the encroaching sunset, the temperature hadn’t dipped. The evening was warm enough that Nesta’s body didn’t ripple with goosebumps. Her wolf-grey eyes were roaming over his face. He could always feel them cataloguing every inch of him, committing him to memory.

‘See something you like?’

Nesta blinked down at her lap, almost with shyness. ‘You’re so handsome. When I was a little girl, in my stories of brave knights rescuing princesses, I always imagined him with black hair and hazel eyes. Quiet and stoic. A good person. I was always dreaming of you.’

Azriel squeezed her hand then brought it to his lips. ‘I didn’t know how much I needed you until you were mine.’

They dined on seafood – which Nesta needed promises from him to eat. It wasn’t a staple of Illyrian culture. That was seeped with lamb and goat, rich with spices. But from his mother’s village where they relied on fish for survival in the hard winters, Azriel had grown fond of it. Nesta could manage salmon or haddock easily, but presented with prawns where she had to crack the shells, she said that she was reconsidering her love of the sea. Azriel bit back his smile when she scrunched her eyes closed and swallowed an oyster like a shot of alcohol.

Another plate was brought to the table and Nesta’s eyes went wide.

‘Do you want to try crab?’

She stared in complete horror in a mute silence as Azriel took his knife to the shell then began prising out the meat. Nesta shook her head at all of his offers, and only once the table was cleared, did she say, ‘The pudding isn’t from the sea, is it?’

Nesta was relieved to see none of the desserts had eyes or claws or legs. She settled for fruit and sorbet, light and refreshing for the hot night. No shells to crack either.

It still struck Azriel how easy it was to be in Nesta’s company. Neither of them needed to fill up a silence with idle chatter. She ate her pudding and gazed out towards the horizon, a hand in his, with nothing but the noises of the restaurant surrounding them. It was nice to do this – to be a couple who didn’t need to skulk in the shadows. The Summer Court allowed free access through its borders to those who wished to visit; it was a rarity in Prythian to not need to announce one’s presence or seek invitation to a court. Azriel thought it foolish, but then again this was a court that had no secrets to hide. Tarquin ruled as an open book, treating high fae and lesser the same, offering opportunities in equal measure. And if it meant that Azriel could whisk Nesta away to the sea at the drop of a hat then perhaps it wasn’t foolish at all.  

Nesta had given him so much – and Azriel still wanted more.

On their stroll down the hill to walk off dinner and to take a moon lit walk along the sea front, Azriel took a moment to just be present and enjoy the moment. Nesta led him by the hand towards the sea. In the moonlight, she scoured the sand for shells. Every now and then, she paused to examine one. If it was a good one, she asked him to keep it in his pocket. Azriel had no idea what her criteria was, but Nesta seemed to be able to tell which shells were the good ones. He’d gladly fill his pockets with them for her.

Once Nesta had collected enough, they walked together, with his wing coming around her back. He bolstered his courage. It wouldn’t be an easy conversation, he knew, but Azriel had given Nesta every part of himself and she had seen it all. Seen it all and not reviled him. He wanted to see all of her too. Wanted her to know that she could show herself to him. That he loved her no matter what.

‘Nesta, can you tell me about your mother?’

Her body tensed in an instant as if frozen in a memory.

‘Why do you want to know about her?’ The defensive tone told Azriel enough, that there was nothing good to say – and yet it was a stone he could not leave unturned. They deserved to heal from their pasts together.

‘Because I want to know everything about you.’

‘She’s a worse version of me.’

Azriel would not let her tug her body from his. Wouldn’t let her try and march away to avoid the topic. She tried to pull out of his embrace, but he held her still.

‘Everybody pales in comparison to you. There is no other like you.’ Nesta’s face was stormy as he held it in his ruined hands. He shouldn’t be allowed to touch someone as lovely as her. ‘I shared my past. I’m asking for the same courtesy.’

‘You’ll feel differently about me,’ she whispered, voice giving way to her insecurities. And they had been guilty of judging her too soon, too unfairly.

They found a place to sit on flat rocks where the sea rolled close by. Azriel had offered to take her home to talk in private, but he had the sense that she preferred this conversation in the dim light of the moon with the waves rushing by – the sound giving her something else to focus on.

‘I don’t know what to say about her.’

‘What was she like?’

‘Not like yours,’ she said bitterly. ‘I don’t know. If you spoke to her peers, they would say she exemplified what it meant to be a high-ranking lady of society. Beautiful, beguiling. If you spoke to the servants, they would not have a kind word to say of her.’

‘You had servants?’

‘Lots. When my father was a merchant, we were very rich. My mother treated them how lesser fae are treated. Not worth her time. Barely human. She could be horrid to them. Dismissing them in the middle of winter when they had families to feed. If they begged to stay, they were too desperate. If they didn’t then they weren’t worth her coins.’

Azriel took a section of Nesta’s hair and sectioned it off into three parts. ‘And as a mother, what was she like?’

‘Cruel. Spiteful. Jealous. Calculating.’

It was easier for Nesta to speak if she did not have to look at him. Even if Azriel wanted her to, he had to give Nesta her allowances. He’d rather her words than silence. She spoke of a mother and father who had primed her to be the darling of society. Every hour of her childhood was spent studying books or learning instruments or how to dance. Nesta had not been a daughter to either of them but an investment to bolster their position in society. She would be the daughter to broker an alliance with a duke or a prince. Nesta had been taught to see a ballroom like a battleground, to think three steps ahead in a conversation to work it to her family’s advantage, to carve down any other girls who threatened her position. Elain was discounted; too soft and gentle to go through her mother’s flames, but doted on by the father for being that way. Elain would wed for love and Nesta would conquer. Feyre had been the forgotten child, unwanted and unloved by either parent.

‘She resents me because I spent so much time with our mother, but they were not hours she would want. I used to wish she’d dismiss me so I could escape her scrutiny. Then I’d crave her affection again once I’d been sent away. Pathetic. All I ever wanted was for her to tuck me into bed. Not chests of jewels and dresses to show me off to her friends, just a mother who loved me.’

And Nesta continued and spoke of a grandmother who beat her for missteps in her dancing while Azriel continued plaiting strands of her hair to keep his own hands busy. She spoke of a mother who would stand and watch with a grim expression or a sneer each time her daughter lost her footing or cried, rather than comforting her or protecting her. A mother who seemed to delight in Nesta’s misfortune as much as she hated her failure as if she both wanted and loathed a daughter who might rise higher in society than her. There was a mountain of pressure on Nesta’s shoulders to be perfect.

Then she spoke of her mother’s death with a voice devoid of any emotion at all as if it wasn’t her story she was telling. Nesta had locked those emotions away long ago and had lost the key. It was a complicated relationship. On one side of the coin, there was resentment and the other, that desperation to be loved by her still existed. After her mother’s death, Nesta grew to despise her father. She had lashed out at him for not doing more for his daughters – in fortune and loss. Nesta had lost her one avenue in life. Without a dowry, she had believed she was nothing. All of those years training her to be a perfect wife had gone to ruin. Their father had been too proud to seek work for another. Despite a ruined leg and worse reputation in society, Nesta believed he was too cowardly to seek work managing accounts or using the mind that had once earnt him his fortune.

‘He’s dead and I am still so angry with him. Angry that he won’t ever pay for his negligence. His death absolved him of any wrong doing. Then I hate myself for thinking such a thing about him.’ She brushed a hand across her face. Azriel was torn between stopping her from talking to ease the pain, or to letting Nesta go on so it could all be out in the open for the first time. ‘He brought armies to the war. Shouldn’t I be thankful? Armies that Tamlin’s money paid for. He only moved off of his backside once Tamlin exchanged Feyre for hordes of wealth and he could make himself richer. When the high lord sent her home, do you know what my father did? Him and Elain threw a ball to see which wealthy suitor might marry Feyre. I spent the whole night guarding her from males. Then when she returned to Prythian, my father didn’t even say goodbye to her. He’d locked himself in his office weighing rubies and diamonds. It’s not fair, Azriel. He has as much blame on his shoulders for Feyre hunting but nobody would ever say such a thing to his precious memory.’

Azriel could bear it no longer. He couldn’t hear Nesta’s voice cracking like glass and not reach for her. The pain of a ruined life bracketed her body, hunching her shoulders, curving her spine. His arms enveloped her. Azriel pressed his chest to her back and kept his arms around her front as she cried. His wings cocooned them.

Only the parts of Nesta that jutted above the surface had even been visible. The depths of her were finally in the open. Now, Azriel understood exactly why she was so guarded and fierce, why her anger smouldered in her veins. Because everybody who should have loved her had made it conditional, had forced her to earn their love. Feyre might have hunted for their family to keep them alive, but their father and Elain were never blamed for it, only Nesta. Nesta who endured a grandmother beating her, a mother withholding her meals if she made a mistake in her learning, who would have married whatever mortal male her parents told her to for the benefit of her family. In another life, it would be Nesta who the family relied on for survival. Would she hold it above their heads too? Remind them of it at any occasion? Azriel was furious on her behalf.

‘I know that wasn’t easy for you. Thank you for talking to me. I want your past as much as your future, Nesta.’

He’d made a mess of her hair with haphazard braids scattered through it, but as Nesta turned her face to his, Azriel knew he was looking at his wife. One day. He was sure of it. There was no other for him.

Nesta leaned forwards to kiss him. ‘My shadow singer.’

As if summoned by her, shadows blanketed both of their laps, curling around them in a thick, black swarm. Azriel hadn’t realised that his shadows were a non-negotiable part of him until Nesta had accepted them fully, let them curl around her own body or brush against her cheeks. They had never gone near other females before. They’d watched occasionally or a daring one might dart forwards, but never had they been so happy to engulf another like they did to him. The shadows had been with him since he was a child, but they seemed to love Nesta’s company now too.

‘I have always wanted to a mother,’ she confessed, eyes flicking back to the black sea. ‘I tell myself that she taught me everything not to be but then I’m afraid I will still become her. Or worse. Will I laugh when my daughter cries over a failed test because I excelled in it? Will I take away food from her and pinch her stomach?’

The same fears were reflected in Azriel’s heart. His mother had loved him – still loved him as if he were a small boy – and that was likely the only thing that kept him reaching for the light. There was always that doubt that he could be his father’s son, that maybe his temper would get the better of him and he’d strike his son or lock him into a room as punishment. It was a fear that broke him into a cold sweat.

He was repulsed by a future that might never come to be.

Azriel pressed Nesta’s hands over his heart. ‘Your heart is filled with love that is desperate to be given. You are a good person.’ He swallowed and hesitated on his words. ‘We are good people.’

***  

It was so easy to be with Azriel. The understanding that had grown between them was better than anything Nesta could have imagined. They remained in the Summer Court then when she had been ready to ask him to take them home, he did unannounced, as if he’d known those words were about to spill from her lips.

Compared to the warmth of Summer, her apartment made her shiver. Azriel would not have that. He covered her with her body, rubbing her bare arms before reaching for the blanket draped over the back of the couch. In silence, he wrapped it around her body. Nesta liked these silences where his face would grow pensive and serious. He’d purse his lips as the task consumed him. Shadows would skitter across his shoulders, curious to know what had rendered him so determined.

He had settled her into the chair while he set the kettle to boil over the fire that he was lighting. Sometimes, Azriel still reared back from the flames if they spat too harshly or diverted towards him. He touched it only the necessary amount to wake it, never to play with it like Feyre was fond of doing.

Once heat had been pumped into the room and Nesta had her bedtime cup of tea in hand, Azriel had her in his lap. His fingers worked through her hair to unravel all of the plaits he’d made by the sea. Nesta must really love him to let him fondle her hair. Even Elain wasn’t permitted access to it.

‘What was the criteria for a good shell?’

‘I could tell which shells wanted to come here and live with us.’

‘Oh, could you?’ He kissed below her ear. ‘Worth filling my pockets with sand then.’

‘Absolutely. Could you think of a better way to spend your evening?’

The sensation of his lips against the back of her neck was unparalleled. It had Nesta tipping her head back like a cat.

‘I have an idea.’ The low timbre of his voice sent shivers running down her spine. Nesta knew that tone. She’d always liked what followed. ‘Tonight, you can do whatever you want to me. I’m yours to command.’

It was a chance to explore – and more than that, it was a chance to tease. They were both excelling at that.

Shadows restrained Azriel onto the bed in a sitting position. If he was made uneasy by the arrangement, he didn’t show it. More than anything, he seemed intrigued about what Nesta might devise for them.

Nesta had selected black lingerie although he’d want to tear it off her soon enough.

‘What’s your first command?’

‘You get to watch,’ Nesta said brightly. She sat opposite him, tangling her legs with his as she spread them open.

Lazily, she circled over the lace fabric, already feeling her arousal seeping through. Azriel’s eyes tracked the movements.

Nesta pulled aside her underwear to display her sex to him. His cock jutted upwards, hard as a rock. Within the shadow manacles, his wrists strained. They were caught between pulling itself free or obeying her. She gave him a little, satisfied smile.

It was a performance more than anything. Each unhurried stroke wouldn’t bring her anywhere near climax – a fact Azriel well knew. He could make her come better. Harder. It was more fun to see him strain like an animal, fighting against his instincts to dominate and take charge.

‘Put your finger inside. Please.’

Nesta made a show of ignorance. ‘Like this?’

She pressed her finger in as deep as the second knuckle.

‘Should I move faster?’

‘Yes,’ he bit out, voice guttural.

Nesta spread herself with one hand and pulsed her finger in and out, observing Azriel throughout.

‘Two fingers.’

Nesta withdrew it. ‘That sounded like an order. It’s not your turn tonight.’

She let go of the underwear, let it cover her then closed her legs. Shadows bubbled up around him. Azriel was practically glowering, his desperation simmering beneath the surface.

‘Be quiet and watch.’

To torture him a little more, Nesta followed the same motions, moving teasingly slow as if it was the first time that she’d ever touched herself even if her heart was hammering at the control she was exhibiting – and at Azriel’s restraint.

Azriel let out a quiet noise of desperation when Nesta entered herself with two fingers. Pre-cum beaded on the head of his cock in response. What would win out – his stubbornness or his desire?

‘These are in the way,’ she murmured, crawling across his lap to get to the floor. Nesta removed her underwear as slowly as she could, ensuring Azriel’s view was impeccable. She bent over in front of him and allowed herself a moment of pride when she heard his groan.

‘What?’ She cooed. ‘What’s wrong?’

Nesta traced his soft lips with her finger. And she was surprised when Azriel’s tongue came around it, sucking the taste of her away.

Nesta caressed his face. ‘Should I let you go so that you can touch me? Would you like that?’

‘Yes,’ he begged, eyes pleading.

‘But I’m not ready to give up my power just yet,’ she said with a teasing pout. ‘You’ll just have to wait a little longer.’

She traced a finger along one of the thicker tendons running through the middle of his splayed wing. It caused his whole body to tremble. Azriel tipped his mouth to hers, lips parting.

‘No,’ Nesta chided. ‘No kissing there.’

It gave Nesta satisfaction to deny him of what he wanted, to see him tip his head towards the ceiling with eyes screwed shut. If he wanted to, Azriel could tell those shadows to release him. Nesta merely wanted to see how long he could last, how long could he give up control for.   

When she stood on the bed, legs either side of his body, his gaze snagged on the lace of her stockings half-way up her thighs. It had been his money that had paid for them. His choice in the store. And he wasn’t allowed to enjoy them the way he wanted.

Nerves butterflied in her stomach at this new position as Nesta lowered herself towards Azriel’s mouth, but she needn’t have worried. His tongue licked up her seam then circled her clit. He moaned as if it was the first food for a starving male.  

Despite the restraints holding him firmly to the bed, Azriel manoeuvred his face, brushing his nose and lips with abandon to generate friction. The flat of his tongue glided over her sex, pressing inside to taste her.

The shadow singer had fallen into a frenzy. Nesta’s legs quivered as she settled herself on his shoulders. Heat pooled in her core. Fingers threaded into Azriel’s thick hair as her climax built.

Briefly, Azriel prised his face away to throw her a conquering grin. His lips glistened with her arousal, plump from their pilgrimage, then he dived back in with renewed fervour until Nesta was quivering around his face.

As Nesta came, shadows drifted up to her back to support her. More snaked over her breasts as her chest rose with her gasping breaths.

On shaking legs, Nesta stood for moment, only to turn her body then sink down onto his cock. She was still breathing heavily from her orgasm, savouring the stretch that he elicited. Blood scorched in her cheeks, more from her daring than anything.

The searing heat of Azriel’s chest pressed into her back. His lips brushed against the back of her neck.

Shadows cooled her skin as Nesta rolled her hips in Azriel’s lap feeling every inch of him. She tilted forwards on the bed, offering Azriel a view she was still shy to display.

She had made him wait a long time. From the hiss of his breath through his teeth, it wouldn’t be long until he came too – much to Nesta’s delight.

He drove his hips upwards to meet her in a punishing rhythm so Nesta had to grip the bed sheets to keep her balance.

Shadows scattered away as he came, releasing his arms so that Azriel could heave Nesta against his body. The sharp press of his teeth met the flesh of her shoulder, and she heard the hard crack of his wings as the bone snapped together.

Nesta did not know how Azriel had been able to surrender his control until the last second, but it was worth it.

He was everything.

Hazy spring mornings were meant for quiet embraces beneath the covers, Nesta decided. Although work called to both of them, neither could find it in themselves to drag themselves out from the bed in a hurry.

‘The tavern we went to has another band playing tonight.’

‘Let’s go then.’

Azriel hadn’t even opened his eyes. Nesta doubted the words really registered. He seemed to catch up on the sleep he’d missed in his life in her presence. If she ever opened the curtains too early, his shadows would cover his eyes like a blindfold to keep him asleep or smother the window itself to not let any light in as if they wanted both of them to stay in bed as long as possible. They were mischievous things.

As she made breakfast for him, Nesta felt lighter than she had in a long time. She had not realised how heavy the baggage from her past was until she finally put it down. It was difficult to leave it behind when it had always been something she carried. It had been a drowning man that she’d tried to keep afloat even if it would have taken her down in the process.

Nesta was not her mother, just as Azriel was not his father. Their parents’ cruelty was not to be mirrored in their children. They would heal, they would learn, and they would grow.

And part of that growth included tackling her fears.

‘What do you say we pay a visit to my sisters today?’ Nesta asked as she settled a tray of breakfast on top of Azriel’s body.

He forced open an eye. ‘Did I hear you correctly?’

‘I can’t hide behind your skirts forever.’

‘My skirts?’

‘It’s a figure of speech,’ Nesta said, waving a hand. ‘You’re so tired today.’

Never did Nesta think she’d find a male half-asleep and yawning through every word so attractive. Then again, no male looked like Azriel in the mornings with shadows draped over his bare body like garlands and sticking-up black hair. All she had ever known him as was the mysterious, put-together shadow singer. Here, his eyelids were heavy, face still lined from sleep, but he was perfect.

‘A wicked female abused my generous offer last night.’

She pressed a slice of buttery toast into his hand. ‘I recall you saying to do what I wanted to you.’

‘And you did. And it was very unfair,’ he replied, wings twitching at the memory.

‘You can have your turn tonight. I’ll give you free reign over me then it’s fair. Eat your crusts.’

Obliging, Azriel pecked at the crusts that he liked to discard. ‘Are you sure about today, after what Elain said.’

‘Don’t make me doubt myself, Azriel. I’d rather stick pins in my eyes, but I will go. I’ll go and broach peace, but don’t think I won’t wage war if I must. I won’t be backed into a corner or convinced to accept a silly magic bond that means nothing to me. You are mine.’

In appreciation, a shadow drifted up and nuzzled against her cheek. ‘I can’t decide if I like you or the shadows more.’

More came to swamp her, slithering in from nothing, their touch cool against her skin. Azriel rolled his eyes at their blatant favouritism.

‘They’re not playing tonight,’ he groused. ‘I feel like a third wheel.’

#nesta vs the buffer #nesta archeron #azriel #nesta x azriel #nezriel

[somelazyassartist]

Holy shit I finished it!!!!! This attack took me AGES but it was so worth it!!! (Click for better quality)

Links to characters pictured: Aavrhian, Adagio, Adella, Annabelle, Asteria, Azriah, Basil, Binny, BlueBeary (who belongs to my little sister and I'd really appreciate it if you checked her out!!), Cheesecake, Clemency, Clementine, Covette, Devil, Dottie, Egon, Eleanor, Ent, Eragon, Euros, Fae, Fizzy, Flora, Francisco, Glade, Hana, Harvey, Iris was hidden before I could submit the attack but they belong to Otherbuttons, Jax, Jewel, Leota, Lillith and Orion and Diego and Taro and Nox, Livia, Mammon, Maverick and Goose and Rooster, Mischief, Molotov and Ken, Nemphis, Pearl, Plum, Poppy, Portent, Prince Taffington, Sorbet, Thalia, and Veronica!!!!!!

#artfight attack #team vampire artfight #artfight team vampires #artfight 2023 #artfight #artfight friendly fire #artfight revenge #artfight mass attack #three eyed cats in my living room

[chrismerle]

it is a balmy 98 degrees F in Atlanta right now, and a dude was ringing bells and pushing an ice cream cart down the street, attracting basically every household on the street. He then immediately disappeared, so we're pretty sure we just bought sorbet popsicles from the fae, but it's very good sorbet

#actual journaling #i got cantalope

[thingamagob]

i had a dream con o neill moved specifically to my town to get a job cutting hair and i got my hair cut twice by him and was like hehehehehe con o neil touched my hair 💞💞💞

also i had to make my way through an office building run by the fae with a friend and we got pretty far but when we got to a level that was more like a mall than anything we got distracted and i had the most AMAZING sorbet or something, something sweet and frozen

#it was fun times

[cursedcrest]

FEATURING, twisted wonderland.

IN GAME ALBUM.

"a quiet and withdrawn, reclusive, and animal loving, the draconic first year from diasomina, marianne adairevna maurijenia, prefers the company of animals to other students. outside of a handful of dorm-mates, few students have ever heard them speak louder than a mumble, and even fewer students have been able to hold a meaningful conversation with them."

STATS.

Night Raven College [DIASOMNIA DORM.]

Full Name: marianne adairevna maurijenia.

Other Names: seahorsie, mademoiselle dragonne, mari, mars.

Grade/Class: 1st Year/Class B(No.10)

Birthday: November 23rd (Sagittarius)

Age: 16

Height: 163cm

Dominant Hand: ambidextrous, but favors right hand.

Homeland: briar valley.

Club: equestrianism.

Best Subject: astrology.

Hobbies: dance.

Pet Peeves: themself, sebek's attitude about humans, people bothering them.

Favorite Food: peach sorbet, food with fish in it.

Least Favorite Food: smoked meats.

Talent: swordsmanship.

Magic: star magic, ice magic, healing magic, pocket dimension creation, shapeshifting between human and dragon form.

Likes: small animals, horses.

Dislikes: themself, tidying up, intrusive questions.

BACKGROUND.

a teenage half human-half dragon from briar valley, who's ancient and draconic mother is a long time friend and semi-retired advisor of the current regent and quite a few past rulers. marianne is the withdrawn and depressed only child of professor astra maurijenia, marianne struggles to make friends or even speak to any other students outside of what is necessary, and prefers solitude.

despite their mother's ancient age, marianne is only a first year in their mid teens, and due to their draconic heritage, they have the potential to be one of the most powerful sorceresses in briar valley, outshining even malleus and the queen regent- but is hampered by their rejection of said heritage, and by their abysmal mental health.

SIGNATURE SPELL.

Name: Phantasm Fimbulvetr

Effect: summons and blankets a 20meter radius around marianne with a magical winter storm. while in this winter storm, visibility to those who are not marianne drops to only a foot, and summons powerful blasts thorns of ice, frost, and snow, to be directed at enemies.

Incantation: my blood compels me! phantasm fimbulvetr!

TRIVA

astra, marianne's mom, is old enough to have both cared for lilia and malleus's mother as small children, and refers to any nrc student as 'child'- it becomes a running joke whenever astra shows up, increasingly older charcters will refer to her as auntie.

marianne's mother is a dragon (not a fae), and marianne's late father was a human.

sebek and marianne once got along as children, but as they grew up, they began butting heads over their opinions on humans and humanity.

astra teaches an elective around magical combat and an elective on politics, and is one of the main reasons marianne attends nrc to begin with.

marianne can do traditional briar valley swordancing.

marianne's tail is constantly out, and they struggle not to let it get stepped on in between classes.

marianne's cosmic magic is light themed, like kalim, silver and rook.

they still have the urge to rampage, but have carefully taken steps to repress and manage those feelings- mainly by "sneaking off campus" and flying around the island to burn off steam.

📚 * dragonchild of briar valley. ‣ tome / twst.

#⚔️ * out. ‣ manakete marianne supremacy. #⚔️ * worldbuilding. ‣ keeper of the lore. #⚔️ * blog updates. ‣ god help us all. #long post / #📚 * dragonchild of briar valley. ‣ tome / twst.

[faetarou]

kei who lets you wear all his clothes, realising that he never liked them as much as he did when you wore them (we are not talking about the matching dinosaur onesies).

kei who has the default smile of a very self-confident smirk, but he smiles genuinely at you – a soft curve of the lips, his eyes crinkling at the corners, no sarcasm to be found, just affection.

kei who pretends to begrudge things like study dates and lunches together in the library, but feels so warm and satisfied when he leans over your shoulder to help you with a question, and you smile at him.

kei who holds your hand under tables, beneath jumper sleeves, in the midst of enormous crowds, because it makes him glad to feel your fingers twined with his.

kei who beats himself up for not being able to express the way his heart races at even a mention of you in words and tries to show it in kisses – slow, desperate, sometimes tasting of salt as he cries.

kei who loves it when you lie on top of him, so he can easily wrap his arms around you and intertwine your legs and know that you're here, you're safe, you're his.

kei who flicks your forehead affectionately, usually with an accompanying comment like "dumbass", every time you say something sentimental, though there's love in his eyes as he does it.

kei who makes endless playlists for you, each song picked so carefully, somehow conveying his love through the array of music so powerfully he can bring you to tears.

kei who reads books and then gifts them to you, his neat handwriting making notes in the margins and underlining sweet passages with the caption 'this made me think of you'.

kei who shows his love through the little things rather than grandiose gestures, but you can still feel acutely just how much he cares from every brush of his lips.

࿐ 𝐟𝐚𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐭, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 !!

#fae's sorbet #mini ice creams #strawberry sorbet #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu fluff #tsukishima kei #tsukishima #tsukishima kei x reader #tsukishima kei headcanons #tsukishima x reeader #tsukishima headcanons

[str4wb3rrycr3p3c00k13]

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When one of my friends learn about my spamton obsession

Based on actual events

#clover cookie #sour belt cookie #sorbet shark cookie #strawberry crepe cookie #cookie run comics #cookie run #spamton #deltarune #oh wow me first comic #clover is paint (she/her) sorbet is toto (she/fae) sour is moon (she/they) and crepe is obv me (she/they/crepe) #toto #moon #paint #friends shenanigans

[shsl-gay-nurse]

First ever attempt at the sprite edit I did a few days ago- gender fae lesbian sorbet shark! its really not great, but its not the worse thing ever, plus I learned a bit from it so dsljkfljkfds note this is not a headcannon thing- just me being self indulgent with my identity and a comfort character free to use for- idk what you’d use this for but, if you wanna use it for smthing go ahead

#sorbet shark cookie #cookie run #lesbian #gender fae #sprite edit

[liv-laugh-die]

IM SCREAMING I SAW YOU INTERACTING WITH A FEW OF MY POSTS AND YOU'RE A KUNIMI STAN TOO OMFG MORE OF US EXIST DKSDJWdLJWLJDE

AKJFDHGKJ YES KUNIMI STANS RISE

HES JUST SO- UGH

WORDS CANT DESCRIBE THE PERFECTION

also i hope you dont mind im just slowly going through some of your works since i cannot find the motivation to write the fic im working on rn so youre probably gonna see me quite often ehe

i really want to write something for kunimi now oml ill be thinking for sure

ALSO CAN I JUST SAY I ABSOLUTELY ADORE YOUR THEME AND THE WAY YOU'VE ORGANIZED YOUR BLOG LIKE SERIOUSLY I LOVE IT SM

#liv chats <3 #sender: samu-sorbet / fae ! <3 #KUNIMI STANS UNITE #he's just too amazing #i love him sm

[triflesandparsnips]

Am I being Peak Aquarius if I open all my windows and let the rain-scented wind throw all my papers around while I listen to Hozier, or do I just read too many aesthetic blogs

#afternoon questions #Alexa play fae bog music #my cats are Unimpressed by these papers whacking them in the face #I also have raspberry and chocolate sorbet should this be part of the equation

[lilypadedits]

☆ | COOKIE RUN LGBT HC ICONS

Agender Bi Millennial Tree Cookie (they/he/she)

Trans Masc Gay Ace Wind Archer Cookie (he/they)

Trans Masc Bi Fire Spirit Cookie (he/it)

Ocean Lesbian Sea Fairy Cookie (she/wave/fae)

Mavrine Bi Ace Sorbet Shark Cookie (they/sea/mer)

Moon Lesbian Moonlight Cookie (she/star)

Nonbinary Pancake Cookie (they/he)

Trans Masc Gay Strawberry Crepe Cookie (they/them)

Agender Squid Ink Cookie (they/it)

#cr #crk #cookie run #Cookie run kingdom #pride icons #icons #lgbt hcs #millenial tree cookie #fire spirit cookie #wind archer cookie #moonlight cookie #sea fairy cookie #sorbet shark cookie #pancake cookie #squid ink cookie #strawberry crepe cookie #grim fairytales ; mod grim

[tenthgrove]

The Vampire AU is becoming my new obsession. I may legitimately turn it into a fic eventually, but for now, more lore:

Formaggio

Place of Birth: Southern Italy, 1514 Occupation in Life: Ambassador to the English Court Unique Ability: Can commune with fae-folk, convert humans to fae size and vice versa. Place in the Castle: North Tower

Illuso

Place of Birth: Spain, 1347 Occupation in Life: Poet and Troubadour Unique Ability: Concealing areas behind intangible barriers that reflect back their surroundings (reflects anything except humans) Place in the Castle: East Tower

Prosciutto

Place of Birth: Rome, 31 Occupation in Life: Legionnaire/General Unique Ability: Instilling a profound state of weakness Place in the Castle: Top floor of the gatehouse, above the barracks

Pesci

Place of Birth: Rome, 1981 Occupation in Life: Had just left school when he became a vampire Unique Ability: Hypnosis Place in the Castle: Has a room in Prosciutto's quarters

Melone

Place of Birth: Paris, 1740 Occupation in Life: Court Doctor Unique Ability: Can find vampires' soulmates through visions Place in the Castle: A small, neoclassical-style house situated on top of the main keep, overlooking the roof garden and observatory.

Ghiaccio

Place of Birth: Italy, 1901 Occupation in Life: Street Gangster Unique Ability: Can bring the effects of winter to his immediate vicinity; frost, dying plants etc Place in the Castle: The rooms in the back half of the top floor, underneath Melone's place.

Risotto

Place of Birth: Sicily, 948 Occupation in Life: Minor Sicilian Noble, later a Viking Warrior Unique Ability: Ripping blood out towards him with telekinesis Place in the Castle: Front half of the middle floor, area surrounding the great window

Sorbet

Place of Birth: Constantinople, 762 Occupation in Life: Byzantine Soldier Unique Ability: Rage state which heightens his physical abilities but tires him out quickly Place in the Castle: Jacobean-style extension to the lower two floors of the keep, facing west.

Gelato

Place of Birth: North Italy, 1615 Occupation in Life: Italian Noble Unique Ability: Siren powers; Can create immense, incapacitating emotions with his voice Place in the Castle: Same as Sorbet, naturally

#sorry if any of this is a repeat I changed some stuff and wasn't sure what I'd already told you guys #I'm pretty sure I said like 3 days ago Formaggio was from the 1920s but nvm that's changed now #la squadra #tenthgrove

[volfoss]

Part 5 gender and sexuality hcs:

So uh i didnt forget about part 4 i just wanted to indulge in my favorite part before <33 as always, long and under the cut:

Giorno Giovanna:

genderfluid (he/they/she/fae)

aroace

Bruno Bucciarati:

transmasc (he/him)

bisexual

Leone Abbacchio:

transmasc nonbinary (they/he

pansexual

Guido Mista:

transmasc (he/him)

bisexual

Narancia Ghirga:

trans (any pronouns)

bisexual

Pannacotta Fugo:

transmasc nonbinary (he/xe)

greyace

Trish Una:

nonbinary (she/her)

lesbian

Diavolo:

transmasc (he/him)

straight

Doppio:

transmasc (he/they)

biro ace

Cioccolata:

doesn't really use any labels (they/e)

nblnb

Secco:

agender (it/its)

panromantic asexual

Squalo:

transmasc (he/xe)

bisexual

Tiziano:

transfem (they/she)

bisexual

Carne:

cis

bisexual

Mario Zucchero:

transmasc (they/xe)

demisexual

Sale:

cis (he/they)

bisexual

Risotto Nero:

transmasc (they/them)

literally does not know

Formaggio:

transmasc (he/him)

bisexual

Illuso:

agender (any pronouns)

aroace

Prosciutto:

transmasc

bisexual

Pesci:

cis

straight

Melone:

genderfluid (they/ae/it)

pansexual

Ghiaccio:

nonbinary (he/they)

lesbian

Sorbet:

transmasc (he/him)

bisexual

Gelato:

nonbinary masc leaning (he/they)

bisexual

Scollipi:

genderfluid (any pronouns)

aro bisexual

#twist's jojo hcs #jjba #vento aureo #giorno giovanna #bruno bucciarati #leone abbacchio #guido mista #narancia ghirga #pannacotta fugo #trish una #diavolo #doppio #cioccolata #secco #squalo #tiziano #carne #mario zucchero #sale #risotto nero #formaggio #illuso #prosciutto #pesci #melone #ghiaccio #sorbet #gelato #scollipi

[lasquadrasfuckhouse]

i am once again thinking about la squadra x reader high fantasy AU and im here to give y'all the deets of what i've thought of so far

kind of a dnd inspired setting, what im thinking is human reader got lost in a creepy forest and injured and chased by some Mystery Monsters (probably cioccolata and secco cause i always make them the scapegoats lol) and was happened upon by la squadra who took them in to let them recover from their injuries + maybe get some info on the Mystery Monsters encroaching on their neck of the woods + reader doesn't have anywhere else to go

la squadra are sort of a found family of assholes who didn't have anywhere else to go anyway so it's not like this is new to them lol

they live in an abandoned crumbling fort/very small castle? with a vast forest to the north, cliffs and rocky shoreline to the west, and a city further south

the exact reason for why the place was abandoned has been lost to time but people stayed away from it under the assumption that it was cursed when it was actually just fae sorbet and gelato who took up residence and decided to cause problems

risotto is a vampire and his vampire ability is his stand ability basically, he can control iron. he stumbled across the place in need of shelter and used his ability to keep sorlato in line (cause y'know, fae and iron), they struck up a friendship, the rest is history

prosciutto and formaggio are sorcerers (as opposed to wizards; they were born with magic inherent to them)

sorcerers have some sort of mark of their magic, idk about formaggio's yet but prosciutto has five eyes like the grateful dead. his specialty is shapeshifting, so often he keeps to having two eyes but sometimes he'll blink and then you'll have five eyes glaring at you and if he gets mad he turns purple and that fog starts rolling from the corners of his eyes lol. and he can sprout claws or teefs or shit like a scorpion tail on command (as well as, obviously, being able to age himself or others and back again). occasionally he'll fully shapeshift into an animal. do not suggest he turns into a horse to pull the wagon into the city or he will dust your ass.

formaggio is more on the charms and telekinetic side of magic. he'll often just zoop whatever he needs across the room into his hand, pulls out chairs, will occasionally magically drag his friends over to cuddle. you're not sure you've ever seen him just pick something up normally.

melone learned his magic through lots of studying. he and ghiaccio are werewolves (melone is good at tracking so like, wolf nose!!!!)

pesci is a selkie who wound up in a similar situation as you, he washed up injured on the shore to the west and decided to stay 🥺

illuso is a gorgon. the stone-turning thing is at will so no worries there lol. he ofc has a massive collection of mirrors and took up residence in the rookery tower to lurk over everyone and has a bunch of ravens as his little minions (they also send letters and such and are very good 😍) and he's named them all things that are reminiscent of mirrors: reflection, gleam, etc. if u thought prosciutto glaring with five eyes was a sight to behold wait til u see all illuso's snakes turn and hiss as one

they kinda just vibe. try to make a life for themselves. take up a lot of odd jobs as enchanters or alchemists (that's melone's specialty) and ofc, hired swords. and there's that trouble brewing in the forest that they're very sus of, but at least they have you

you absolutely have nine magic husbands lol

#THIS GOT VERY LONG I JUST.... MMMM...... FANTASY AUs #maybe i should give this its own tag and go back and tag those other posts too lol #high fantasy AU #which is different from werewolf pack AU which is different from vampire coven AU lol #la squadra #la squadra x reader #long post -/ #risotto nero #prosciutto #pesci #formaggio #illuso #melone #ghiaccio #sorbet #gelato #vento aureo

[mo2k]

hello bambam :>

do you have any favourite ships from people you follow? like people's selfship and all? i see them on my dash and smile when i see them, so i was wondering if you had any that made your heart warm too! take care lovely

Oh hello to you too dear anon ! ❣︎ And oohhhh yes I have ! <3 Tbh I kinda love everyone’s selfship ! But I’m gonna choose only a few I could think of here (but remember that I love all of your selfships ! And they are all my fav ! 🥺💗) Also I can totally understand that ! Seeing others selfship make my heart warm too !! And awie — pls take care as well ! ♥️

My fav’s ship + random thought I had ab. it ♥︎ :

@quirrrky — tetsurei (kuroo x rei) : This one’s… Are you kidding me ?? They’re practically soulmates like she always got him in her matchup or quizzes, their mbti even clicked ! They’re meant to be — yeah, I shipped this two v. much ♥︎ I also have the thought of kuroo teasing you non stop, trying to get you mad and flustered, and then apologize to you by giving you kisses & cuddles — oooooo

@madeofsaltiness — dabisey (dabi x sey ?? I’m sorry but I have no idea ab. your ship name T^T) : Yeah I know I once give sero to you. But I’m just so terrible at matchmaking and that I completely forgot ab. lov at that time whoops — nvm let’s not talk ab. it, anyway after I got to know you better, learn your type and stuff — I now shipped you w. dabi my bby シ A random thought I had ab. you two… dabi would hugged you tight when you fall asleep (maybe due to his bad past or something— so he’s kinda want to make sure that you’re safe :D), kissed the top of your head while mumbling a good night (??) Lol I somehow got this thought out of nowhere bahahaha ! 😂

@moon-mars-ikemen — mars x fat gum (I’m so sorry 😭🙏) : You both will be such a v. cute couple ! You are such a sweetheart & fat gum is one of the best boi ever uwu. I lowkey have the cute thought about you two going to the local market looking for some delicious food for a date asdfghjkl —

@koushisbutterfly — anasuga (anastasia x sugawara) : Yeah, they’re perfect for each other. Although I love suga too but they’re just so perfect for each other 😔👏 I bet suga must be dying to hear you play the piano (might eavesdrop too if you don’t let him — lmao imagine him putting his ear against the door just to hear you playing, and then got caught by the door slammed against his face bc you’re gonna go the bathroom bahahahaha !! 😂) bc you’re just so talented and have such an amazing person. 💕

@just-pepperbean, @joykamado , @yui-san0 — the triple tanjirou’s stan, I love them all v. much :> And I’m sure this precious bby boy will be whipped for you three too bc ya’ll are just so kind and sweet, and it’ll be v. adorable, too !! >w<

@samu-sorbet — faesamu (fae x osamu) : eh… I’m so sorry but I just couldn’t ignore the urge to include you, fae ! I wanna tell you that I love this ship so much ! It’s so so cute ahhhhh — trope I wanna give you two ; strangers to lovers. Samu met you in one of the local ice cream’s shop, you could practically sense that someone’s eyes were glued to you even when you don’t turn around. After a while you confronted him since he’s been making you uncomfortable, he then apologized profusely and offer to walk you home, what a cute lil love story huhu —

@maipxilia — maitsuki (maia x bakugou) : there’s one trope I wanna give to you both, and that’s opposite attract. You are so caring & sweet and bakugou is a tough on the outside (soft on the inside but there’s no way he’ll let anybody see that side of him, well *cough cough* you is an exception, of course *cough cough*) He’ll def look away from you to hide his blush when you’re being too cute ! Which is almost all the time but that’s just — ugh — >////<

@tooru-luvs — ahh zizi, I remember that you said once that you simp for nanami. If I’m not remember wrong, and I often had this random thought when I think ab. you & him… imagine nanami sometimes become distracted bc he’s been thinking of you <3 He know he should focus on work more, but he just can’t, and ended up come over to your house to confess his feelings to you that night bc he can’t just keep it anymore. Wow —

@kitacharm — nat ! my fav’s ship for you could be no one else but kita. Yeah yeah ya’ll fit each other so much and I can practically see kita simping hard for you but have no idea how to convey or say his feelings nor did he know how to come and talk to you hahahaha. Might also try to throw some flirty jokes — as he’s been advised by the twins & the team. but end up failing miserably and embarrassed himself, bby boy face would be so red & suna would take a quick pic of it and secretly send it in the team’s secret group chat whoops —

@animated-moon — ooh yes, moonten (moon x tendou) & @shirari — riri x shirabu, I’m kinda surprised (but in a good way, I’m excited too, actually —) at first that you both simp for character that came from shiratorizawa. Bc there’s not a lot of ppl (or at least for the ppl I’ve met before) who love character that came from shiratorizawa, they’re so underrated T^T. But overall I think you will be such a lovely couple ! (moon x tendou & riri x shirabu)

Riri — I think shirabu will silently ask (beg) to see your artwork bc they’re all so beautiful !! By giving you the looks that only you will understand. With his face shaded in light pink ofc, he’s too embarrassed to say it out loud but he really wants to see them ! (Both you and I know that he’s v. stubborn and not in the million years will he even try to voice his feelings *sigh* :<)

Moon — Awie, you & tendou will def practice volleyball w. each other !! And you both will go to each other’s game to cheer one another !! And it’ll be so cute asdfghjkl — tendou’s eyes would go soft, and he would also grin and winked at you when his eyes landed on you <33

@mysterystarz — keinova (akaashi x nova) ofc, could not think of anybody else ! I shipped you two v. much !! I have a feeling that bokuto would encourage (nah pressed) akaashi into confessing to you, being such a fantastic friend he is. And akaashi’s face would heat up & get flustered everytime bokuto bring this up ! >w< “Bokuto-san ! I told you to keep quiet ! She might hear you !” Ooh ooh lal laaaaaa~

Okay okay, enough — I might turn this into a short scenarios, might. Stress on that part, might. I’m not sure but I’ve been lacked in inspiration lately… nvm, anyway pls take care and have a great day everyone !! Remember ya’all are v. amazing & important !! I luv u so much for just the way you are !! ♡´･ᴗ･`♡

- With love, BamBam 🦢🌙

#bambam 🦢🌙 #dear anon ☽ #this is a random thought I had behind all of your selfship — #sorry if you don’t like it :< #feel free to ignore if you hated it too… #I love ya’all so much <33 #tysm dear anon ! pls have a nice day & take care as well !! >w< #bambam answer ♥︎