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rainingriversofyou · 3 days
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Crescent City characters - Artist: elithienart / @elithien
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rufousnmacska · 2 months
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No context Hofas spoiler??
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rosebudsarts · 2 months
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Day and Night 🌞🌚🖤
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madschofield.
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abruisedmuse · 2 months
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Ithan: Bryce your cat is so sweet
Bryce: I don't have a cat
Ithan:
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nanstgeorge · 2 months
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let's burn it all down.
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morgana0anagrom · 1 month
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https://www.instagram.com/omniscientdarkness/ I decided to create a new account for a different art I'm planning to create. This page will be used for my original dark art and not fan art. It would mean the world to me if you guys follow and share @omniscientdarkness I would be forever grateful xoxo
this artwork was commissioned by @fairyloot character is Ruhn from the Crescent City book series by @sjmaas hope you all will like it xoxo
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Just thinking about how Hunt went from having no really close friends, no family, no real hope or dreams for the future, just a slave stuck in a terrible situation he would never get out of. To finding a mate that loves him, a family of brothers who would do anything for each other, and dreams of a happy future and kids
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airiruriru · 2 months
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“I see you, Quinlan" he silently conveyed to her. "And I like all of it."
CC3 IS FINALLY OUT!!! Please don't share this post with spoilers because I can't read it now 🥲
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freyjas-musings · 23 days
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Ah I am in love with this art piece of Bryce with Syrinx by @venusfolk
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ariadnethedragon · 2 months
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“I want you all the time”
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throughstarlitfields · 2 months
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𝙋𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙪𝙭'𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙚𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚. 𝙃𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙩 𝙪𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩, 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙝𝙚'𝙙 𝙨𝙣𝙖𝙥 𝙃𝙪𝙣𝙩'𝙨 𝙣𝙚𝙘𝙠 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨.
𝙃𝙪𝙣𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙖 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙨 𝙍𝙞𝙜𝙚𝙡𝙪𝙨 𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙙, 𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙚𝙖𝙧-𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩. “𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙄 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚,” 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘽𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙃𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙.
𝙉𝙤. 𝙉𝙤. 𝘼𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨.
𝘏𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝙋𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙪𝙭 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙢, 𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙪𝙣𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜.
𝙍𝙞𝙜𝙚𝙡𝙪𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙜𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙃𝙪𝙣𝙩'𝙨 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙬 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙚𝙧𝙪𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙠𝙪𝙡𝙡, 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙘𝙡𝙚𝙨, 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙. 𝘈𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵.
𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘼𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙞'𝙨 𝙥𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙬𝙚𝙗𝙗𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨 𝙃𝙪𝙣𝙩'𝙨 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙬, 𝙥𝙞𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙤'𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙍𝙞𝙜𝙚𝙡𝙪𝙨 𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚.
𝙃𝙪𝙣𝙩 𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣. 𝙄𝙩 𝙚𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨, 𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙖𝙩𝙚.
𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚂𝚔𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙱𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚋𝚢 𝚂𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚑 𝙹. 𝙼𝚊𝚊𝚜
𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟽𝟽
𝙿𝚐. 𝟽𝟿𝟶
🎨: @kotikomori
Commissioned by me
𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓. 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐍.
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harperbrynne · 2 months
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CC1 Reread:
Just two redheads asking their shadow boi a question
Quinlar:
“Did you make up your nickname? The Shadow of Death?”
Hunt set down his spoon. “Do I look like the sort of person who needs to make up nicknames for myself?”
“No,” Bryce admitted. (CC1, Pg425)
Gwynriel:
"They call you shadowsinger. Is it because you sing?"
“I am a shadowsinger--it's not a title that someone just made.”
She shrugged again, irreverently. Az narrowed his eyes, studying her. "Do you, though?" she pressed. "Sing?"
Azriel couldn't help his soft chuckle. "Yes." (Az POV)
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rainingriversofyou · 2 months
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B.
Crescent City, House Of Earth And Blood
Art by aiphos.s / @aiphoss
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azsazz · 9 months
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Lean into Me
Ruhn Danaan x Reader
Summary: Anon Request: I’m begging you to write for Ruhn or Ithan from CC (After all Ruhn Danaan knew three things with absolute certainty 😏)
Warnings: Not really any spoilers for CC I don't think...but plz mention anything you see 💙
Word Count: 1,080
Notes: Trying something new here, hopefully you like!
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Ruhn hasn’t moved in an hour.
An hour since your inebriated self had collapsed on the crowded couch next to him and cuddled up into his side, eyes bright with the drink nearly sloshing over the rim of your cup and onto his shirt. Ruhn didn’t care if it did, he’s wearing all black for fucks sake, but he had taken it from you nonetheless, heart fluttering in his chest when your lower lip jutted out in a pout. He wanted so badly to lean forward and nip at it, suck it into his own mouth and run his piercing against it to see your reaction.
Instead, he’d smirked, settled back into the couch, brushing your hair from your face when you placed your head on his shoulder, kicking a thick boot onto the coffee table littered with pipes and butts and tins of mirthroot. The air inside his home is thick with it, and the familiar scent he inhales deeply helps to calm his racing heart down.
Until you’re nuzzling into his neck. Dec and Flynn snicker from their spots in the surrounding chairs, passing a thick roll of the drug shaped in an intricately formed dragon around the smoke circle. The head of the dragon is lit and Dec takes a long drag inwards from its tail, holding it deep in his chest while he passes the blunt to Flynn, before exhaling the smoke Ruhn’s direction in rings, which the fae male bats away with a glare.
“What?” Dec grins wolfishly, the whites of his eyes red and lids lowered blissfully over amber eyes. Flynn chokes, waving the greedy hand reaching out for the drug as he falls into a fit of coughs. “Just giving you a little smokey confidence.”
Ruhn rolls his eyes but the hair on the back of his neck stands as your lips part and you release a soft sigh that feels oh-so right against his skin. Your eyes have drooped closed and your body leans heavily into his side, utterly comfortable with falling asleep at his parties if he’s the one looking after you. You trust Ruhn with your life, with more if you ever mustered the courage to tell him how you really feel.
Flynn’s voice is nothing but a rasp as he joins in the teasing, “He’s gonna need much more than that, Dec. He hasn’t made a move in years, what makes you think he’s going to now?” 
The glare Ruhn sends his asshole friends doesn’t faze them in the slightest. His fingers tighten on the cup he’d taken from you, and the plastic will be crushed if he doesn’t calm down. Ruhn drains the contents with a grimace. Whoever had made you this drink had been more intent on getting you drunk than it actually tasting good, which, he could admit, was pretty much the point of his parties anyways.
“Don’t know what he’s been waiting for,” Declan replies, and are they still not over this yet? “Clearly she’s into you.”
Ruhn glances down at you to make sure you’re still asleep. Your fingers are clutching his arm, so close to where the skin is fucked and covered with ink. You don’t know, no one really knows why he has them, but he thinks that if you ask, he’d find himself telling you.
Are you into him though? You’ve been toeing the line of more than friends for years–flirty jokes and the occasional drunk touches, but neither of you had let it go further than that, burying your feelings deeply inside yourself so as not to ruin the friendship you share.
Ruhn’s a playboy. Always fucking this fae or that shifter, he hadn’t been ready to settle into a more exclusive relationship and you were never bothered by it, it was just the way that it was; their faces his strong hands would be cradling, his long, dark hair they’d tug on, his piercing they felt whenever he’d put those plush pink lips to work.
You’re way too good for him. He’d fucking ruin you in more ways than one.
“Fuck off,” he growls, tossing the empty cup their way. Their movements are sluggish from the mirthroot and it hits Flynn in the chest, droplets of leftover booze speckling his shirt and face like the freckles smattering his cheeks.
“Can smell it from here,” Flynn scrunches his nose. He’s clearly not sensing the tone in Ruhn’s voice, even Dec slaps the fae male on the arm in warning.
Ruhn’s had enough. One hand hooks under your knees, the other supporting your back as he lifts you into his arms with ease. It’s a gentle motion, one that has you rousing only slightly, to wrap your arms around his neck and nuzzle further into him, setting his heartbeat racing once more.
He leaves his roommates at the circle, ignoring their parting catcalls because they’re free to do so now that his hands are full. They know that Ruhn wouldn’t dare drop you to come at them, you’re much too important to him than that.
“C’mon Deer,” he whispers against your temple as you part, headed up the stairs towards his room where the music isn’t so loud and you can be alone. “Let’s get you to bed.”
Deer, because you’d accidentally walked in on him and a deer shifter once upon a blue moon. It had started off as a joke and stuck, both of you using it as a term of endearment to make the other smile. Now, it has a different meaning to Ruhn, because he wishes that it had been you instead.
You hum softly, and he can barely pick it up over the pounding bass that’s rattling the walls, even with his fae hearing. “I like the sound of your heartbeat.”
His chest rumbles with laughter and you can’t help but smile along with him. You’re tired, but you force your eyes open to look at him as he chuckles, his smile your favorite thing in the world. 
And just as you thought, he takes your breath away. Ruhn is already looking down at you, the deep blues of his eyes sparkling with enjoyment. His smile stretches wide and your gaze brushes over that lip ring because you just can’t help yourself this time. 
“Perfect,” he breathes, taking you in.
You haven’t heard his admission over the loud music. “What?”
Ruhn answers, loud enough for you to hear, to feel it in your bones. “You’re perfect.”
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ruhn danaan, crown prince of the valbaran fae....
aka my lil' pookie wookie bear
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