#hewncourt

[wistcrias-arch2]

SPREADING POSITIVY FOR @hewncourt : 

hey nola <333 ignoring all the haters in the world ( especially the spineless cowards that can’t even share their face / blogs with us ), remember that you are so adored and beloved on here. everyone on this website loves your writing, as well as everything you contribute to all the fandoms you’re in. I for one think you’re a great person, and I have never seen you be anything less than a polite, welcoming and understanding person. 

remember that no one can make you feel inferior without your consent. and that all of us on here will do everything we can to defend you when assholes show up to ruin your day. <333 sending you so much love. 

#hewncourt #if u wanna write smth similar just copy the banner if u want!

[pillageddeath]

thank you for being my friend for a little over a year now , @hewncourt . i remember our first interactions , our first threads , and i recall how each time you made me feel so welcomed . i’m a drifter ; i come and go with time , and when i usually come back here , it’s always to a new group of writers , and when i met you i was nervous as heck , and you made me feel more than welcomed . not only did you write with me , and with some of the best writing i have ever seen on this goddamn website , but you also made an effort to talk to me ooc . we conversed , we slowly became friends , and then you joined the cord server n the rest was history . i’ll always be thankful i met you ; i learned a lot about writing , about how to act as an author on here , even how to format my posts better . i love you to the moon and back , and i want you to know just how much you mean to me and how much we all appreciate you as a whole . 

#hewncourt #<3 #╰ *: ･ﾟ ❛ as unburdened as a piece of dandelion fluff. ❪ out of character ❫

[newborngods]

❛ i shouldn’t be jealous , you aren’t even mine . ❜ //  @hewncourt​  // azriel & elide

   why did this feel like a knife in her side? why did him dismissing the jealousy feel as bad as when she’d been jealous herself.  funny.  she’d thought it would be better to know he cared. but instead it feels like a dismissal. worst of all there was nothing to be jealous of.  the man he’d seen her with wasn’t someone she’d wanted to remember her.  he was one of the men her uncle had made her --- work -- with.  she’d wanted to scream when he cornered her.  wanted to run to azriel when the man had grabbed her elbow and asked what her rates were.  

   elide couldn’t breath, it was suffocating her. her past. her future. everything. the fragile control she had on who she was and what she did.  she was still living off azriel’s kindness. still just taking and being a burden.  there’s a shuddering breath, she grabs a champange flute off the meandering waiters tray and drains it in one long gulp.  her voice is steadier than she feels, dark eyes moving to him. 

              ‘  you find the strangest things to be jealous over.  and i can’t be yours because you’ve never asked.  ‘ 

    that courage fails -- and she heads towards the exit of the party. intercepted by rhysand’s wife, flush with the pregnancy blooming glow. but she pauses, talking to feyre briefly. the woman is kind, rhysand is -- powerful, if he knew the sort of man who’d come to this gala... she doubted he’d tolerate it. elide hadn’t even been a woman when that man had known her. but she is now. she’s a woman with a poker straight spine as she makes her way to the exit now, the way clear. the only sign of her anxiety the fact her hand trembles at her side, the slight limp to her gait as she tries to keep a low profile. she doesn’t want that man to follow, but she will defend herself if she has to. 

   the fresh air fills her lungs and she cannot help but take a long deep breath, relaxing that little bit away from the crush of people in fine clothes and with finer manners. her feet crunch on the gravel as she heads towards the side garden, still well lit -- safe, she thought. but there’s a heavy footfall behind her. she turns -- expecting azriel. he’d be the type to follow her, but it isn’t him.  it’s the man, perrington. 

  ‘ come come little dove -- you seemed so sweet and supple once.  does your leg affect your work? ‘  she feels his words slip around her like an oily ichor. but where once she would have bowed to that feeling, she straightens. turning slowly to face him, a small movement that takes his hand from its hovering at her arm.    ‘ go to hell. ‘  she bites out the words, trying to brush past him, better to suffocate in the party than be cornered outside by him. she’s unsteady, her leg throbbing with pain as she tries to step around him but he grabs her upper arms, pulling her back on the path, uncaring that he wrenches her and causes her pain, of course he doesn’t care. 

   .’ you weren’t so feisty before were you -- i think someone should break you of those nasty habits like talking back -- ‘ he’s shaking her now, his grip on her upper arms bruising. a cry catches in her throat, and she feels like she’s back in her uncles house. back in that basement bedroom. back where she didn’t have any power, where everything hurt and just blended together. and then -- as she cannot help but scream, struggling and fighting even as perrington slaps her to silence her... azriel is there. and that. is the last thing she remembers as perrington drops her, she loses her balance -- and falls. head making a dull thump against the narrow stone path. her last vision, her last thought -- of him. her fingers reaching for him -- then as she drifts out of consciousness, fall just short of him.

#( muse ) : elide lochan #hewncourt #this is #a hot mess

[illyriamade-a]

“It’s going to hurt for a moment, but I’ll need to clean the wound.” ( for ithaca from az )

   "   thats   fine   ,   as   long   as   i   feel   better.   "   she   winces   as   he   dabs   a   rag   on   her   hand   ,   closing   her   eyes   ,   jaw   clenched.   he   was   gentle   --   as   if   he   was   afraid   of   her   breaking.   her   eyes   open   again   ,   looking   toward   the   shadowsinger.   cool   ,   calm   ,   and   collected.   it   was   like   he'd   done   this   so   many   times   before.   somehow   she'd   managed   to   cut   her   hand   while   making   something   in   the   kitchen   ,   and   it   was   entirely   embarrassing   for   her   to   go   to   the   shadowsinger   with   red   cheeks   --   explaining   what   happened.   "   i   can   trust   you   not   to   make   fun   of   me   ,   right?   "   she   giggles   ,   smiling   widely.

#hewncourt

[acourtcfmuses]

@hewncourt​ said: ❝ i can’t remember the last time i did this with someone. ❞ ( from azriel to gwyn )

A tender smile tugged at her lips. “I hope this isn’t you backing out on me.” because Azriel had promised, albeit reluctantly and she’d pressed with the same determination that she wore when cutting her ribbon - but she wanted to hear him singing. Though should he truly not want too, she would accept that - begrudgingly - with a mind to broach the subject again in a few weeks. She wasn’t giving up after all, once she set her mind to something, she saw to see it through - hense how she ended up training to be a Valkyrie in the first place. “We could sing together.” Because that was also an entirely acceptable option.

#hewncourt #📚 [ Gwyneth 'Gwyn' Berdara ] #📚 [ verse gwyn: night court ]

[starsbore]

@hewncourt​ ( azriel ) ➵ simping softness  ❛ wow... you look... you look amazing. ❜ 

      𝐁𝐑𝐘𝐂𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐋𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐒𝐇𝐘. however, with the way azriel’s gaze ran over her, like warm water trickling down naked skin, she felt the first hint of shyness since she was thirteen and about to meet her brother for the first time. it was, of course, overpowered immediately by the same confidence that had drawn azriel to her in the first place. confidence in herself, and only herself. in fact, every morning, when bryce looked in the mirror, she felt certain of her own worth. and she didn’t need to tear down any other women feel that way. 

however, it did help to have a lover who stared at her like that. who said things like that. who looked, talked, walked and fucked the way azriel did. it couldn’t hurt, anyways. 

❛ you think so? ❜ said with a purr, and a half-cocked smile. she’d worn white to off-set him, the color bringing out the golden tan of her skin. every dip and curve was on display tonight, and in the heels she was wearing, bryce’s ass had never looked better.  she strides forward easily, fingertips pressing to his chest.  ❛ I can and should say the same to you. if you’re trying to tempt me to say fuck it and ride you up against this table right here and now, az... it might just work. ❜ a breathy laugh, before she’s reaching up to press a kiss to his cheek. ❛ you look gorgeous, baby. ❜ 

#i love modern verse stuff <3 #IDK WHAT THIS IS BUT TAKE IT OK <3 #hewncourt #HEWNCOURT : azriel . #𝐀𝐍𝐒 : ❛ with teeth and claws . ❜

[valkyrjah]

@hewncourt​ ; azriel said: ‘  you were never second best.  ’

embarrassment and fury drive her. elain had seen the necklace around her neck while they’d been in the library at the house of wind. she’d stilled, it was only for a second, but it was enough for gwyn to notice, it was enough for gwyn to ask her what’s wrong, enough for gwyn to not let it go until the seer finally tells her. she’d been quiet for the rest of the time, trying to process her feelings, but it all went downhill when she saw azriel later that evening.

she’d ended up removing the necklace and handing it back to azriel at dinner that night, the rest of their party frozen silent as she drops the beautiful jewelry in his hands. she hadn’t even sat down, gwyn had stormed into the dining room, placed the rose necklace beside azriel and turned around just as quickly.

the scrape of his chair as he stood up was only thing that broke the silence, when he finally does catch up to her, when he finally does speak, she turns on him, her eyes the churning sea during a storm moments away from drowning a sailor.

“was that elain?” the words are a wave crashing against rocky shores, and she takes a step forward. she’s every bit the valkyrie that she’d been trained to be. despite the height difference, despite having to tilt her head back to glare up at him, she’s still a force, still dangerous. she’s the sea moments away from claiming him in her angry depth. “who’s right behind mor. did you give her the necklace first?”

“cauldron help me, shadowringer, do not take me for a fool.” she takes a step back, and turns her back towards him. it’s only than that tears collect in her eyes. her back remains rigid as she heads for the stairs, for the safety of her dorm at the library. she refuses to let him to let him see the hurt, to let her cry.

“i’ll see you in the ring tomorrow.” and it’s both a threat and a promise.

#hewncourt #hewncourt . azriel #( sung memes . #v. ( ribbon cut valkyrie . #were you planning on angst??? #also unrelated this is a MESS

[cursebreakeur]

       she’s surviving on       a day to day basis  .  going from one problem to the next  ,  one emotion to another  .  feyre still dreams of the spring court  ,  the love she felt there tainted with the taste of her own blood  .  his face no longer a symbol of peace  ,  safety  .  the rooftop of the townhouse has become her sanctuary in the weeks since she arrived in velaris  .  she stands up there for hours  ,  right on the edge as she stares out and reminds herself over and over that she never has to goes back  (  even if there may always be a piece of her that grieves for that life  )  .  

      feyre doesn’t notice  ,  and maybe that in itself is telling of her mental state  ,  when azriel appears beside her  ,  her hand is already in his when she looks over  .  the slight widening of her eyes from the surprise lessens when he raises the hand he holds to his mouth  ,  presses his lips to her skin  .  he holds her there longer than polite company would expect  ,  long enough that if anyone saw they might begin to question  .  she hates herself  ,  hates that she’s so easily swayed  ,  that she’s so easily moved on  .  none of that self hatred prevents her from leaning into his side though  ,  from tucking herself under his wing and winding her arms around his waist  .  “  why do you smell like pine trees  ?  ”  she doesn’t mind though  ,  the scent is comforting and she tucks her head under his chin to chase more of it  ,  to find the smell of him underneath it  .

         @hewncourt​​​  said;             ❛  23 .   a  kiss  on  the  back  of  the  hand . ( from az )              ⋆｀.         𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 .

#eeek ! #⋆｀. interaction‚ who they were around the dark and the pain. #⋆｀. answered‚ to the people who look at the stars and wish. #⋆｀. verse‚ a court of mist and fury. #hewncourt

[hereticalsoulsarchive]

    azriel starter // not requested by @hewncourt​ // for manon

     several hours past dark there is a thunderous thud on the balcony that overhangs their bedroom and the valley beneath.  a muffled laugh,  a few murmured words - and he is slipping back through partly open doors towards the closet to leave his weapons and armor.  manon sits in bed, a brow arched --...  ‘ if i said that we lost track of time would you believe me?  ‘ of course he didn’t mean he and his brothers, no cassian and rhysand were home in time for dinner with their children and mates... no azriel and abraxos -- had been off training.  which from the scent of him, had meant throwing each other into pine trees and rolling in lavender fields.  which.. was exactly what it had entailed. 

#.azriel : thread. #hewncourt #hey #remeber mazriel

[illyriamade-a]

♡ ( for any of my muses but ig mainly azriel lol )

PRE - ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP MEME .

send a ♡ and i’ll fill this out for our muses !  i’ll bold what i want for their relationship, italic what i could see and strike out what i don’t .  for ithaca.

FRIENDS.   childhood friends  /  work friends  /  family friends  /  recently friends  /  turning antagonistic  /  turning into something romantic  /  stable  /  falling apart  /  friendship of need  /  friendship of circumstance  pen - pals or internet friends  /  coworkers  /  partners  /  other .

ROMANCE.   childhood sweethearts  /  newly entered  /  soulmates  /  skinny love  /  unrequited from my muses side  /  unrequited from your muses side  /  friends with benefits  /  awkward  /  fading  /  turning  toxic  /  toxic  and  destructive  /  other .

FAMILIAL BOND.   sibling bond  /  older sibling figure to your muse  /  younger sibling figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal  guardian  /  other .

ENEMIES.   dangerous to themselves  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  passionate  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into a sexual tension  /  developing into a romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based of misunderstandings or lies  /  other .

#hewncourt

[acourtcfmuses]

@hewncourt​ said: ❛    no,   i    cannot    just   be   your   friend.    it’s   not    enough   for   me.   ❜ ( for poppy from casteel )

Poppy fixed him with a look. One that told him if he didn’t shut up she was going to stab him. Lips parting to parrot those words but she halted. What did he expect her to say? He’d told her before that she’d forgotten, she’d forgotten it was real. "I’m agreeing to marry you, what more are you wanting Casteel?” She still didn’t entirely trust that he wasn’t planning on trading her to the Ascended for his brother either. Tongue dart over her bottom lip. He’d been the first thing, person, desire that she had wanted for herself; but she had to pull back, if only to protect herself.

#hewncourt #🗡 [ penellaphe 'poppy' balfour ] #🗡 [ verse poppy: from blood and ash ]

[penelaphe]

          emerald hues lower       into a fierce glare  .  a look only hawke seems to draw from her  , even though she knows he can’t see from his position behind her  .  a rush of heat runs through her body  ,  flashes of her night at the red pearl roll over her  .  poppy prays that her cheeks are not as tinted as she thinks they probably are  ,  and that none of the other guards are paying attention     “  you’re increasingly inappropriate  ,  ”  she grits out  .  just barely controlling herself before her elbow can connect with his stomach  .  the maiden’s grip on the horn of setti’s saddle tightens  ,  pretending it’s hawke’s throat  .

        @hewncourt​​  said;              “what kind of taste do you have, i wonder?” ( from cas but we know it’s honeydew 😏 )              ⋆｀.         SENTENCE STARTERS FROM MOTHY’S SEVEN DEADLY SINS SERIES.

#hewncourt #i saw this notif on m.obile #and read 'what kind of taste... and my brain #immediately went uhm honeydew duh #⋆｀. interaction‚ nothing is ever simple ‚ when it is ‚ it’s rarely ever worth it. #⋆｀. answered‚ i lost myself to the freedom. #⋆｀. verse‚ from blood and ash.

[evermxre-a]

@hewncourt​​ said :  “put your hand on my thigh” ( from manon. bc why not lol ) ​

manon’s words bring a faint smile to the high lord’s face. there’s a moment in which he contemplates saying NO, just to see what she’ll do. just to see if she’ll ACT, if she’ll take what she wants. he knows she will. that much is obvious about manon blackbeak ; the high lord of winter has learnt that about her in the time they have spent together— and he greatly admires it.          “ is that what you want, manon? ”  adam breathes, turning and glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. they’re at a gala, lingering on a chaise by the sidelines. one hand still clutches the glass in his hand, though the other one moves to her KNEE, not yet dancing upwards to where she wants it. a show! a dance! a game, played by two excellent players!   “ do you want me to touch you here, right where everyone can see? darling, do you have no sense of propriety? ”   still, who is adam to refuse her, especially when she is looking at him like THAT?                                  an alabaster extremity dares to inch its way further up, digits dancing across the fabric of manon’s dress at a slow and torturous pace before finally resting upon her thigh just as she had requested. that smile fades into a smirk, followed by the winter lord leaning in and whispering,  “ there. happy now? ”

#hewncourt #— * ❝ so‚ you've come to stare at the 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓‚ have you? ╱ answered asks. #— * ❛ every rose has its thorn. ╱ acotar. #suggestive tw #// so it goes by taylor swift was playing whilst i wrote this and uhhhhhhhhhhhh....... #spicy

[valkyrshe]

@hewncourt​ didn’t ask, but gets a starter for azriel . 

           𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐆𝐖𝐘𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐃 that she wasn’t alone in the auditorium was the prickling of her skin. she searched the darkened seats, but was unable to find anything worth her apprehension. still she had, in her gut, a feeling about just who was sitting out in the high balconies. she’d asked nesta for azriel’s number weeks ago, but hadn’t much use for it in the time since. she tended to see him often enough within their group anyways. but now... 

a moment of hesitance and she was tapping the call button. a second passed before she heard the tell-tale trill in the distance, up and to the left. when he picked up, she pressed the phone to her ear and took a seat on the stage, aware that while she couldn’t see him, he could see gwyn. ❝ next time you should avoid that balcony. the chairs in it are very old and creak terribly when it’s quiet. ❞ she smiled, pulling her knees to her chest. ❝ I hope you weren’t hoping to catch me singing before the show. you’ll just have to buy tickets like everyone else. ❞ 

#MODERN AU!!!! #for the assassins one i mean #I HOPE THIS IS OK I JUST WANTED TO WRITE U SMTH #hewncourt #HEWNCOURT: azriel.