#Cassian’s first dad joke

[thehighladywrites]

ACOTAR men x reader, meeting your parents

𐙚 summary: the acotar men meet ur parents for the first time, how will it go?

𐙚 warnings: crack, fluff

𐙚 amara’s note: thank u sm for the req anon!!💗 i need cassian so bad i’m not joking 🙁 | based on this req

Rhysand

okay so in my mind there are two ways this could go

either ur parents are scared shitless bc of him or they absolutely adore him

They’re real scared if your parents live in the Hewn City and have only seen Rhysand’s bad side, you know, when he was with Amarantha and just seemed like a real jerk overall

The part where they adore him would come into play if your parents lived in Velaris and witnessed Rhysand's true self, not the facade he presents to his court, but the genuine person behind the mask

I think he would act very nonchalant and act like its a casual thing meeting your parents but he is shitting himself behind the facades

He's just really eager for your parents to like him, so he ends up accidentally over-complimenting your mom, which might make your dad a bit irked.

“Mrs. L/N, your beauty is as radiant as the stars. And your cooking is absolutely divine,” he has a hand on his heart, his famous smirk playing on his lips

“Aw, thank you so very much Rhysand, how very kind of you. I’m glad you like it!” your mom beams at him sweetly

“Alright, Rhysand, let's not get carried away,” your dad mutters, staring daggers at rhys as he gets drags your moms chair closer to him

After a while they grow to love him and your father’s distaste for him lessens

Azriel

it’s kind like rhysand’s situation, your parents score is based on how much they know about him

okay, so if ur parents know he’s the scary night court torturer and spymaster who does dangerous things for his work, he might not be very well liked. not only that but they would be genuinely worried and very scared

but if they only know he works for the high lord, i believe the chance of liking him is big

I think azriel’s calm aura when he’s with you makes him very likeable and trustworthy

Your parents see how much he cares for you, the little things he does for you and they approve

they see the small things he does, like this vid right here

Azriel is actually so fucking nervous, he stalks your parents before meeting them. He knows what your dad likes and he knows what your mom likes. Azriel brings their interests up casually in conversations and see how their faces light up

of course you know about all of this but you let him think he’s slick

Eris

Just like rhys and az, it depends on how much they know ab him.

If this is pre berons death eris, they will probably not like him bc of the way he presents himself

I still think Eris is charming and will win over your parents

He’s an expert on charming people and he uses it when he meets ur parents

he is very respectful, tho not very talkative. He speaks when spoken to basically

He gets very nervous when he is asked questions about your relationship bc if there’s one thing he loves it’s privacy

Eris is super vague, i’m talking one word answer for everything

“So how did you meet?”

“at a meeting.”

“Okay! so whats the story?”

“we fell in love.”

Absolutely melts when ur parents decide to like him bc he has never had any parental figure like him that much except for his mom and he is very happy on the inside when ur parents love him

literally thinks of ur parents as his after a while

Lucien

He is extremely well liked, like right off the bat, they love him

We all now he is prythian’s most charming male

is the type to say “wow i see where my girl gets her beauty from” to your mom and “you raised her well, she is very smart” to your dad

I swear he will flirt with anyone. your brother, your sister, your mom, your dad

he brings gift baskets whenever u visit them and it’s always personalized gifts too

your younger siblings always greet him before you bc they think he’s wayyyyy cooler than u

he just basks in the attention bc slowly ur family basically adopts him and he becomes part of the family very quickly they all love him

Goes on walks with your parents, bakes with them, talks to them, literally becomes their fav in a heartbeat making u a lil jelly

This is SO him and ur mom LINK

Cassian

awww😭 bless his heart he is so awkward

he is so adamant about being liked, he goes all out

i’m talking gets a suit, shaves and gels his hair back even though you say it’s really not that deep

sweating bullets, wings drooping a tiiiiiny amount. not noticeable to anyone but himself

anyway

cassian knocks on the door w flowers for ur mom and his hands are literally sweating

absolutely doesn’t let you touch him in a romantic way. he literally swats of your hand on his bicep, “bae, we can’t do that right here, are you crazy??” he says in ur mind, looking around to see of anyone saw that super scandalous touch

at the dinner table he almost knocks over a glass and drops a fork on the floor

his tie is too tight and he carefully tugs on it for air until you decide it’s too much and take him to your childhood bedroom

“Cas, are you okay? They love you so much, there is really no need to be this nervous.”

“Are you sure they like me? Be honest.”

“Baby, I promise you, if they didn’t, you would know. Now get rid of this tie, pop a button and relax, let me get you a drink.”

After you kiss him and get him a drink, he calms down and goes back to his normal non nervous, lovely self

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[azsazz]

Midnight Muse (Part 23)

Azriel x Reader [Art School AU]

Summary: You and your best friend Feyre have just moved into a new apartment for your sophomore year of college at art school. What you didn't know when you signed the lease is that you'd be living next to three rowdy boys.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 3,470

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“So…” Feyre trails off and your gaze slides to hers in the mirror from where you’re brushing on blush. Your first date with Azriel is tonight and you haven't been able to focus on anything all day. “You and Azriel?”

“Yeah,” you respond softly, trying to fight the smile that’s tugging at your lips. She already knows the news since she’d come back home this morning with Rhys in tow, trying to get you to come out for breakfast with them. When they saw Azriel padding out of your room shirtless, her jaw almost hit the floor. She was sputtering like a child and her boyfriend helped her get her bearings, violet eyes glittering as he grinned at Azriel. You had shrugged at each other as Rhysand guided Feyre back out the door with a cheerful goodbye. “Azriel and I.” Her brown brows are still furrowed and you don’t like that look, swiveling around in the mirror to face her. “Is it that crazy of a concept? I feel like this kind of thing happens all of the time.”

“In movies,” Cassian pipes up, exclaiming. He’s sitting on your bed next to your best friend, having invited himself over an hour ago.

You eye him. “What are you doing here again, Cass? Shouldn’t you be hyping Az up or something?”

“Nah, he has Rhys for that,” he winks over at Feyre who only raises her eyebrows in response. “I’m here because I’m seeing you off tonight.”

“You’re not my dad,” you scoff, fishing in your makeup bag for your mascara.

“But I’d let you call me that anytime, (Y/N),” he jokes and you shake your head fondly at him. 

“I’m sure Azriel is going to love to hear that you’ve been flirting again.” 

Cassian hugs one of your pillows to his chest, flipping through a book that you left on the table beside your bed. You wonder if he’ll find the page Azriel bookmarked for you when he’d been flipping through it, saying he’d slipped in a cheeky note for you to find along with the naughty  passage. “He knows what I’m about. And if he feels threatened, that’s on him. I can just remind him of all of the times he used to—” The ringing of his phone cuts off his sentence and he slides it from his pocket, checking the caller before answering, murmuring a quiet hello down the line.

He frowns and you cock your head, watching intently. It’s not a face you think you’ve ever seen Cassian do seriously, and the way that his body tenses, you wonder who could be on the other line. 

“Yeah, I’m on my way,” he says finally, hanging up the phone and springing up from your bed. He tosses the pillow back to the head of the bed and strides towards the door, a concerning pull to his eyebrows that has Feyre calling out to him as he makes for the door.

“Everything okay, Cassian?” 

“I, uh—yeah, everything’s fine. I have to go,” he says but his mind is already in another place. “See you later.”

You and Feyre share a look in the mirror.

“So much for seeing me off.” 

She grins at you, sliding off of your bed to join you in front of the mirror. “Don’t worry, I’ll be here to do that.”

“Thanks,” you laugh, capping the mascara and putting it away. Leaning back a little, you admire your makeup in the mirror. “So, how are you and Rhys doing?” 

You feel like you haven’t spent much time with Feyre lately, with her busy with her boyfriend and you busy with yours. Your boyfriend, the words have you giddy. You and Azriel are officially a couple now and everything feels right. There are no more late nights spent trying to get him to shut his music off or glaring at him when his eyes wander your way. Now, your nights are spent talking and kissing and touching. Lots and lots of touching.

Your heart stutters happily in your chest. 

Feyre sighs dreamily. “He’s so great. I’m really glad we decided to move here this year, (Y/N).” 

“Me too,” you grin stupidly at her and the both of you break out in giggles. “Fey, will you help me pick out some jewelry?”

Azriel told you to dress casually, something with jeans because somehow he convinced you to get back on that death-trap he holds so dear to his heart. It’s a sunny afternoon out, no clouds in sight, and it eases you slightly that you won’t have to ride it in the rain again, no matter how much you enjoyed being pressed up against him.

Now that you’re Azriel’s girlfriend, you’re free to press up against him whenever you want. 

Naked, too.

“Here,” she says, hooking a necklace around your neck. She clasps it for you and you can’t help but stare at the blue gem that sits at the base of your neck, glittering in the light. It looks good, you think. 

“Is it weird to be nervous?” you ask, playing with the pendent. “We’ve already had sex but I’m still feel all jittery.”

“Being nervous is completely normal,” Feyre answers, patting you on the shoulder. “You have to promise to tell me all about it when you get home.”

“I will,” you shoo her playfully, “I promise.” 

You and Feyre chat lightly as you wait and it helps ease your nerves a little. She tells you about how excited she is about Halloween and asks if you think the both of you could convince the three boys next door to do a group costume with you. Cassian’s already been bragging about the insane pre-game party he throws every year before a night out at the bars, and you know you can easily get him on board. 

A knock at the door sends your nerves skyrocketing again. You smooth down your shirt as Feyre rounds the corner to open the door, crossing her arms over her chest like a stern mother meeting her daughter's boyfriend for the first time.

She squeals when the door swings open to Rhysand on the other side. He laughs, sweeping her into his arms and guiding her backwards in his hug. 

Your breath leaves your body at the sight of Azriel. He looks effortlessly handsome, his hair fingered through with a little gel even though he knows it’s going to be messed up from his helmet. His golden eyes gleam, crinkling at the corners with a smile when he catches your gaze.

He’s dressed in a simple black t-shirt but wears his leather jacket over it, the same one he had wrapped around your shoulders that night you spent in the rain. It’s pulled tight across his shoulders but he doesn’t seem to mind because the worn leather is comfortable.

Of course, he has his dark jeans on, and you catch his riding gloves peeking out of his pocket. 

You move to him like a moth to a flame, eagerly accepting the kiss he bends down to give you.

“You look amazing,” he breathes against your lips, never able to part from you. Never wanting to part from you.

“Thank you, you look very handsome,” you compliment, holding him close by the flaps of his jacket. 

“Ready to go?” he asks, and you nod eagerly, turning to say goodbye to Feyre and Rhys, who has his arms wrapped around her as they watch the two of you, grinning like fools.

“Where’s Cassian?” Rhysand asks, looking around the room. “I figured he’d be all up in Azriel’s business right now, playing the part.”

Feyre shrugs, answering. “We don’t know. He got a phone call and left right after.” Azriel and Rhys share a look that you can’t make out before Feyre’s continuing, sternly, “Don’t keep her out too late.” She points a finger at Azriel. He looks like he’s trying his best to stop himself from rolling his eyes and you stifle your laugh in the crook of your arm.

“Yes, ma’am,” he salutes, “See ya, Rhysie. Don’t have sex too loud tonight. Or on the couch.” 

Rhysand only smirks in response. “Why? Is it your turn?” 

Feyre smacks his chest and you drag Azriel out of the apartment before she can go at her boyfriend for that joke. You’ve all heard worse before from Cassian, so the quip rolls off of your shoulders easily…aaaand now you’re thinking about fucking Azriel on the couch.

“If we fuck on any couch, it’s going to be yours,” you comment as you step onto the elevator with him. Their couch is both bigger and comfier. You wouldn’t let Azriel suffer on your cheap, navy couch that you and Feyre got for a bargain.

“Fantasizing about fucking me on my couch, princess?” Azriel hums, his breath hot against the shell of your ear. The elevator feels almost stifling with the heat between you two, his eyes glittering with interest. “We can definitely make that fantasy come true. Do you have any others I should know about?” 

“No,” you answer all too quickly, and you try not to think too hard about the intrigue that flares in his gold eyes. “How about you?” you aim the question back at Azriel as the elevator comes to a stop on the first floor, doors creaking open slowly.

You can feel his gaze on your face as he studies you, and he doesn’t answer until you’ve left the building, Azriel holding the door open for you. “No,” he answers, but you know it’s a lie. 

It sparks interest in you, and when you cut him a glance from the corner of your eye, he’s smirking. 

Two can play at this game, apparently. 

Azriel shrugs out of his jacket and you’re taken back to the night when he’d given you a ride home in the storm as he helps you into it, admiring you in the loved leather before he tugs you closer. The smell of him is intoxicating to your senses and you don’t even care that the soon to be setting sun is warmer than usual because being encompassed in his jacket makes your heart flutter. 

You’re pressed all up against his front and Azriel can’t help himself but to grin along with you, dipping his head down for one more kiss. He chuckles as your lips chase his, pressing up into him on your tiptoes to follow. Azriel plucks one of the helmets strapped to the back of his motorcycle and helps you into it with the promises of more kisses to follow throughout the night.

You have to squeeze your thighs together when he shoves his own helmet over that dark hair of his. He looks hot as fuck standing there with his tattoos on display, peeking out from under the sleeves of his shirt and creeping up his neck. Said t-shirt clings tightly to his chest as if he’s worn it because he knows what it does to you, and you follow the lines down his long body to his tight waist.

“Earth to princess,” Azriel calls, rapping on your helmet with his knuckles. You startle from your ogling, glaring up at him. The crinkles around his eyes and the shaking of his shoulders are clear signs of his amusement, and you can’t resist that blush that stains your cheeks. “Are you ready to go?”

“Yeah,” you answer, but it’s a bit muffled from the helmet. Azriel helps you on his bike and when you’re settled behind him, he takes your hands and pulls them tight around his waist. 

“Hold on tight,” Azriel reminds you and your heart picks up its pace at both the proximity of your boyfriend and the fact that you’ve somehow allowed him to talk you into getting on the damned thing again. You tighten your thighs around his waist, wiggling even closer to him to make sure you’ve got a firm hold, and he groans like a man shot. “You keep grinding up against me like that, princess, and we’re going to go right back upstairs to that couch.” 

That doesn’t sound so bad, you think. You don’t have to endure a nerve-wracking ride on the motorcycle where all you’ll be able to think about is how much your body might slide if you fall and you’d get to see Azriel’s pretty dick.

As if sensing the direction of your thoughts, Azriel takes off without another warning. You squeak softly, squeezing your eyes shut tight as he pulls away from the building. 

You’re pretty sure he can feel the pounding of your heart against his back because at the first stop sign his hands come down to trace the length of your thighs, reassuring you with his touch. It helps settle you some, enough to peek your eyes open and watch the houses pass you by.

At some point in the ride, you actually find yourself enjoying it, muscles relaxing but your body still pressed in tightly to Azriel. You’re enjoying the feeling of the wind on your skin, pulling at your clothes and the feeling of Azriel’s warmth seeping through your front. You can understand how he feels so at ease like this, like a bat swooping through the night sky.

You arrive a few towns over where Azriel parks against a curb. It’s an artsy looking town, murals covering the sides of brick buildings, colorful storefronts calling to you left and right. The streets are bright from the streetlights and filled with laughter and a positive aura that stirs excitement in you, even more so when Azriel takes your hand.

“You okay?” He asks, a touch of concern flushing through those golden eyes. “The ride wasn’t too rough, was it?” 

You shake your head, smirking up at him. “I’ve had rougher.” 

He snorts, tugging you into him for a hug because your body pressed all hot up against his wasn’t enough. Azriel walks you down a block and down a pair of stairs. The walls are filled with graffiti and you look around in wonder while Azriel checks in with the young looking boy behind the counter. 

He finds you, head tilted and eyebrows furrowed as you try and discern the oddly shaped letters painted on the wall before you. You have no idea what the word is supposed to say, it’s bright red coloring stark against the deep teal wall it’s painted on.

“Here you go.” Azriel hands you coveralls and you scrunch your face in confusion. He has his own pair, a deep navy, and in his free hand he holds two respirators. 

“What’s all this for?” you ask, examining the beige jumpsuit he’s handed you. It’s clean and fresh, so you won’t complain.

“We’re spray painting,” Azriel answers almost sheepishly. At his tentative tone you look up, and you nearly grin. His cheeks are filled with warmth and you think this is the closest you’ve ever seen him to bashful. 

“We are?” you ask, eager all of a sudden. You know it’s something Azriel said that he, Rhysand, and Cassian have fooled around with, and you’ve always enjoyed seeing the many tags and artwork created on buildings and trains. You even researched Bansky for one of your high school papers, finding his reasoning behind his works vastly intriguing, but you’ve never tried the medium yourself. “This is going to be fun!”

Azriel’s shoulders droop in relief. He hadn’t been one hundred percent confident in this choice for a date, but he thought dinner at a restaurant wouldn’t be enough to impress you and that going to see a movie was much too cliche.

He smiles softly, reveling in the excitement in your eyes. “I think so too.” 

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“Where do you get your inspiration from?” you ask Azriel, voice sounding muffled through the mask as you watch him paint a long, black line down the wall. The fan’s in the room are loud so you have to shout. You’d seemed nervous when you stepped into the room, cans of spray paint littered around the floor, the walls filled with intimidating artwork that you hardly had the heart to paint over, but now you’re most definitely enjoying yourself.

Azriel had been a reassurance from the get-go, explaining that everyone who booked time here comes in knowing that whatever they paint is going to be gone when the next guests arrive, so there’s no pressure to put on yourself, only to have fun.

And it is fun, getting a feeling for the can in your hand, how hard to press, how far to hold the can from the wall. Azriel showed you some techniques, guiding your hands in different motions to create perfect circles, to get the paint drips you were eyeing from someone else’s work. The only complaint you have about this date is that the masks make it difficult to kiss Azriel, who you’ve wanted to jump since he’d pressed his body flush against yours when showing you how to paint funky letters, his other hand a solid weight on your hip. 

You’ve been in awe of him all night, sneaking looks over your shoulder at what he was painting; a skeleton stallion with a skeleton riding it, sword raised as if leading an army of the dead into war. He’s skilled in many mediums and your heart aches as you wonder how it’s possible that he hasn’t been able to receive an apprenticeship yet.

Something stings in your chest. The way that Azriel draws, paints, tattoos…there’s a confidence there that you’re envious of. Every spray he makes seems so sure, so well laid it’s like he can see the end result as he’s working. You yearn to feel like that.

“What do you mean?” he asks, eyes flicking to yours for a moment before returning to his work, letting you know that you have his full attention. You’re in the midst of painting the skeleton horse's eyes a bright neon green, whispers of black shadows swimming from its nostrils.

You sigh, abandoning your can of paint and wiping the remnants of the pigment on your coveralls. “All this time I’ve known that I want to be in art, that I want to do something with it, but everytime I make something, it never feels good enough. Like I’m not as proud of it as I should be. I don’t have a style like you or Feyre do, and, if I do, I haven’t noticed it yet.”

Azriel fully stops what he’s doing and turns to you. His hand comes up to caress your jaw, tilt your head up to look at him. His eyes are soft with concern and there’s a wrinkle between his brow that makes you want to reach up and smooth it out, suddenly embarrassed that you’ve brought this up during your perfectly good date.

“Is that how you feel?” he asks, and you shrug shyly. Maybe you shouldn’t have said anything at all, but it’s been something that eats at you, day by day. “It sounds like you’re missing a muse, princess.” 

You frown. “A what?” 

“A muse,” Azriel repeats simply. “Something that inspires you.” 

Something that inspires you. You toss the words around in your head, thinking. Surely, you find things inspiring. You wrack your brain trying to come up with something, something that keeps you captivated, gives you the urge to put your pencils to your paper and create something beautiful…but there’s nothing. 

“So, you’re saying you inspire yourself?” you tease, thinking back to his exhibition. You tease, because if you don’t laugh, you might cry. You can see the glint of amusement in his eyes, and you continue your soft jab. “How very narcissistic of you, Az.” 

Azriel rolls his eyes and before you can joke further, he’s lifting his can of spray paint and marking you with a big heart across the entire front of your coveralls. Your mouth drops open in shock but his smirk makes the feeling roll right between your thighs. 

“I believe that muses have the ability to change,” he answers your earlier question. He’s staring down at you intently, and maybe he’s waiting for you to pick up a can and retaliate. Or maybe he’s thinking exactly what you’re thinking: trying to find someplace to tear each other's clothes off. 

“Oh, yeah?” you ask defiantly. You want to cross your arms over your chest but you don’t want to ruin his work. It feels like you’ve been branded by him, claimed by his artistic talent, and something flares within you at the very idea. “What’s your muse now?” 

Azriel doesn’t answer but he doesn’t need to. The way he seems to be devouring you with his eyes tells you all you need to know about who his current muse is.

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[jeannineee]

hi j!

i was wondering if i could request a dad!batboys headcanon !!! maybe them meeting their baby for the first time, their first time alone w the baby, how they are during your pregnancy, etc.

up to you, i trust your genius!

<3 -v

The Batboys as Fathers, pt. 2

a/n: I kept the kids gender neutral, except with Cas because I 100% believe he’s a girl dad. Requests are open!! Part one can be found in my masterlist, on my pinned post.

warnings: mentions of childbirth

Rhysand:

He waited on you hand and foot during your pregnancy. Held your hair back when you had morning sickness, massaged your swollen legs and feet. Cooked any food you were craving

He swears the world stood still when he held your baby is his arms for the first time. He’d never loved something so much.

Wakes up with you during middle-of-the-night diaper changes, feedings, etc. doesn’t wanna miss a second with your babies.

The first time he was alone with the baby, he was SO confident. But within an hour of your being out with friends, his voice rang in your mind.

“Darling, the baby has been fed, and changed, but they’re still crying.”

“Is it normal for the baby to be staring at me like this?”

“We miss you.”

And then he’d send an image into your mind of him holding the baby to make your ovaries explode.

Cassian:

Went overboard during your pregnancy

“Do you need snacks? A blanket? Do you feel sick? Any headaches?”

Was lowkey scared of you when your hormones made you temperamental

“Don’t kill me, I’d like for our child to know their father,” he’d tease, further pissing you off.

When you were in labor, the faces he made at your wails of pain were PRICELESS. Feyre joked “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think he’s the one in pain.”

Cried like a little baby when your first daughter was born. She was so tiny in his large hands.

“Look at what we made,” he’d said to you, holding her to his chest. HELP ME

Was super nervous being alone with the babe the first time, but he was super-dad. When you got home, the baby was sound asleep in the crib, and Cassian was laying on the floor next to her, snoring so loud you were surprised the baby didn’t wake.

Azriel:

So attentive during your pregnancy. Always tried to minimize your stress and discomfort in any way he possibly could.

Was also sooo calm during your labors. Murmuring words of comfort and praise; keeping you cool and hydrated. Didn’t even flinch when you squeezed his hands so hard you swore they’d break.

Definitely shed some tears when he first heard your baby cry, even more so when he held the baby for the first time.

He was so good about making sure you got as much sleep as possible if the baby woke during the night.

Was a little nervous when you left him alone with the baby for the first time, but he was very prepared.

You’ll catch him sometimes, awake in the nursery in the middle of the night, just staring at your babe’s peacefully sleeping form. He’ll never understand how something can be so good, so perfect.

[readychilledwine]

hiii can i request cassian with single mom reader? she’s his mate, but she has a child from a previous relationship vibes

Girl Dad Cass is back. ❤️ just in a different situation.

To Have and To Hold

Summary - Cassian and reader are finally saying their vows after a few years of courting, but there's other vows Cassian finds just as important.

Warning - fluff? Cassian being mushy?

A/n - I wanted to leave the reader and her daughter as undescriptive as possible. I really need to try a boy dad cassian, but he just screams girl dad energy. Ps- peep the cute divider from @firefly-graphics tons of cute options

Cassian had seen the two of plenty of times. You two were constantly walking around the Rainbow, or in book stores, or shopping.

He never saw a male with you, though, and if his wife and daughter were as pretty as you two, you would have never been unaccompanied. He arrived to Feyre's studio one day to pick Nyx up from class. The little heir was playing with your daughter, beaming so brightly about being around another little one his age. He couldn't stop his curious nature and asked. He found out from Feyre who you were, that your daughter had no father, just a coward of a male who had packed up and ran as soon as he found out protection failed.

That is when you started noticing Cassian around Velaris more. He'd start coming to the bakery you and your daughter loved. Hed be at the children's book reading done by Gwyn at the library her and her mate had opened. He'd be helping Feyre with her art classes.

One day, you were running late picking up your daughter from her art classes. You were at a shift at one of the many pleasure halls and had to help the other bar mistress break up a nasty fight between a male you'd later learn was Azriel and an idiot who'd made a comment about forcing you into his bed. A few stitches gently put into the illyrian males cheek later, and you finally arrived with him at your side. Your daughter and Cassian were deep into a conversation. Her little hands and arms were moving so quickly as you figured out slowly that they were discussing the possibility of Helion and the Day Court hiding unicorns. 

That was the beginning of this beautiful journey. She had begged Cassian to join you two for dinner and snacks that next day, and you couldn't say no to her bright eyes and wide smile, writing your address on a piece of parchment and handing it to the Illyrian male. You joked now that Cassian courted her first. He took her flying long before he ever took you, took her out for ice cream once a week, took her to little dinners and play dates with Nyx. He began joining you two for meals twice a week. Sometimes a breakfast before flying her to school lessons. Sometimes a surprise picnic lunch on a weekend. 

It took a full 3 months of this for your guard to drop. He finally asked you out when it did. "Just the two of us," he had said, and with childcare already planned out by him, you said yes. He had thought of everything. Arriving with Azriel early so your daughter could be taken to the Riverhouse, bringing you beautiful flowers from the garden planted by the High Lady's sister, and even a pick up time for your daughter that night. 

That became the new routine. Once a week, Cassian would take you out, then your daughter would get her Cassian night the next evening. A year later, he had moved you two into the House of Wind where he ensured your daughter had a playroom filled with toys, another little study room with books for her lessons, and her own bedroom with a big girl bed and fluffy pink sheets.

She fell for Cassian as hard as you had. And now, 3 years later, that all felt like a fading memory as Feyre and Gywn helped you lace up the pretty off white gown you were about to marry him in. A soft knock had the three of you turning towards the door as Rhys strolled in, picking at his black suit with a soft smile. 

"I was sent to find the little princess. Is she ready?" As if your daughter knew she was being summoned, she ran into the room, throwing herself into Rhys open arms as he lifted her. She looked so beautiful and grown in her soft white dress that glittered like fresh snow, her long hair curled and pinned with a flower crown and gems. "Cassian just wants a few moments with her before the big ceremony. Is that okay?" You rose a brow but nodded. "Let's go see Cass, princess."

You looked at Gwyn and then Feyre, both of them had small smiles on their faces. "I cannot hide this from you," Feyre finally said. "Come on, but we have to be very quiet." The two of them walked you to a little area that had been set up without your knowledge. A floral archway with purple wisteria hanging from it came into view, and centered under that archway, glowing up the dying light of the setting sun, was your daughter, both of her little hands swallowed by Cassian's large ones.

He was on his knees in front of her, sitting back on his calves. A priestess stood near them, speaking to them about the importance of family, regardless of it being by blood, how it is always the male of the house's duty to protect those he loves, and how it is a father's duty to ensure his daughter is taught how a male should treat her. "Cassian, is there anything you'd like to say to (daughter's name)?"

Cassian cleared his throat and nodded. "I want you to know I'm not just marrying your momma today because I love her. I'm marrying her because I love you. I love your little nose," he placed a gentle kiss on her nose.  "I love your giggle," he tickled her sides making her bell-like laugher sing into the air. "I love our adventures, I love playing your knight in shining armor saving you from the dragon's keep or storming castles in your honor. I love bragging about you to my family constantly."

He paused and wiped a tear from her cheeks. "I know I'm not your dad, babygirl, but I want you to know I'll always love you like you're mine. I'll protect you with my life. I'll love you until my heart stops, and even then, I will love you when I find you in the next world and lifetime." A little I love you interrupted his speech, making Cassian's voice break for the next question. "Is it okay if I start calling you my daughter?"  You watched as her curls bounced with how aggressively she was nodding. You watched as she threw herself into Cassian's arms, and he lifted her, holding her against his chest before letting the priestess know they were ready.

Feyre quickly winnowed you back to the dressing room, fixing the makeup the tears you didn't know you were crying ruined. Rhys returned to the room, seconds later, "I hate to ruin you having a flower girl, but she refuses to leave Cassian's side. We are all ready if you are." He offered Feyre his arm and the two left to take their places as witnesses. 

Gwyn left with a soft kiss placed on top of your head, "Azriel and I will be the cute ones right next to where you and Cass will be standing!"

You paused at the doors to the ceremony chamber. Taking a few stilling breaths, you nodded for the doors to be opened, and you began the walk. The room was beautiful. Strings of fae lights echoed the stars. Candles adding to the illumination of the room, setting a soft warm glow to everything. You couldn't look at anything but Cassian in stunned silence, though. His jaw and face had fallen in shock, tears forming in his eyes. Your face mirrored his and tears started to genuinely fall. 

The scent of it hit Rhysand first. He started laughing silently. It made sense now. All of this made sense now. He told Azriel to take your daughter and he did instantly. 

Cassian moved to you, crushing you to his chest as soon as you were within reach. "Mate," he whispered softly. "I can't believe you're my mate."

"Cassian, babe, we're making a scene."

"It's our wedding. We can make as big of a scene as we want." You two didn't notice your daughter wiggling out of Azriel's arms until both of you were being pulled to the priestess by her little hands. 

"Hurry up and make him my daddy." She demanded before returning to Azriel with her arms up. "Tisk tisk momma." She looked at you, blinking her eyes as she stomped her foot like sass had become her first language.

You held your arms up in defeat. "Alright alright. So demanding," you turned to the High Priestess. "Could you marry me to this male so he can be my daughter's daddy?"

Cassian's eyes were watering again. He sniffled lightly before turning to Azriel to take your daughter back and holding her tight against his side. "General, are you ready?" He nodded, kissing her temple as she leaned into his shoulder. "We are gathered here tonight to watch the union of two souls," the words faded as soon as Cassian took your hand in his, you were focused solely on him, on that new string sparkling between you two, and the happy tears your daughter was crying as she held her dad. 

You wiped one of her tears gently with your free hand after the ceremony when the three of you were alone under that floral arch where he had made his vows to her. "Are you happy, babygirl?"

Cassian still held her tight, refusing to yield her to anyone since she had called him daddy. "Why wouldn't I be? I have my mommy, my daddy, and there's cake."

"Mmmm there is cake." Cassian agreed. "Specifically your favorite chocolate cake with a layer of fudge. Too bad Uncle Az is going to eat it all before you get to." She didn't realize the glint in his eyes was playful, that he was teasing her. 

"Siege the castle, daddy. Bring me my cake."

Cassian seemed to relish the word as it continued to fall from her mouth. Settling her on his back as she pointed to the room, a loud reception party was taking place in. "As my princess wishes." He took off running through the open doors and straight to the cake table Azriel and Rhys were currently admiring. The winged males jumped back, hands held up as your daughter demanded they handed over their plates of cake and sweets.

You looked up to the stars in their all knowing and twinkling glory and two simple words fell from your lips, "Thank you."

[azrielslightintheshadows]

Hello! I saw you were taking requests so if you don't mind can you do one with cassian where reader and him have a cute little baby girl and just some lovely bonding with their family. Lots of cute moments with their baby girl ❤️

Wings.

Cassian x f!Reader.

Masterlist

Warnings; Mentions of abuse (clipping)

Hope you enjoy it!

Clear sky, and bright sun the day was perfect and what made it even better is that Cassian put all his duties on hold to spend the day with you and your beautiful 14-month-old baby girl Alette. You and Cassian picked that name because it means -small winged one- in an ancient language. Alette recently started walking and you were exhausted, she would stand up, flare those little wings and run around the house, bumping into tables and breaking everything along the way. You dreaded the day she would figure out how to fly and the thought that you won’t be able to fly with her brought too much pain. You and Cassian met in one of his missions, he came to the Illyrian camp you were raised in because someone had informed them that they kept the clipping. When he landed, he was met with the sight of you, naked and blood streaming down your back, then the mating bond snapped and he went feral, he slaughtered everyone responsible for your clipping. No matter how much he tried he couldn’t save your wings and even though you were devastated he helped you so much that you got over it very quickly. Well not entirely because when Alette was born, and you saw her small wings you realised that you wouldn’t be able to teach her how to fly or play with her in the sky. Cassian of course noticed this and reassured you that he would help you experience all those things.

 Alette is the spitting image of her father, black hair, golden- brown skin and your personal favorite; hazel eyes. Other than that, she is also taller and stronger than the other kids her age. At first you joked that you would call her Cassian junior or Cassiana but when you saw your mate’s excitement you quickly told him no and never mentioned it again.

Alette’s giggle pulled you out of your thoughts, she was currently sitting on the floor in the dining room watching Azriel’s shadows slithering around as he got ready to leave. Cassian was still sleeping.

“I’m leaving do you need a ride?” Azriel asked as he patted his body probably checking if he has all his weapons.

“No, thank you… I will wake Cassian up if I need something” you replied. “He’s still sleeping?” Azriel quirked one eyebrow.

“Yes, Alette kept him up all night” you muttered. The shadowsinger nodded and with a kiss on Alette’s head he was gone.

“Dada” your daughter shouted. “You want dada?” you asked her and smiled when she eagerly nodded. She is such a daddy’s girl. You thought and picked her up.

You walked into your room; Cassian was sprawled on the bed in his underwear. His muscled body on display and his face soft with his full lips parted as he quietly snored. Alette was wiggling in your arms, trying to escape as she saw her dad.

You placed her on the bed, and she crawled towards him, when she reached him and tried to get on top of his chest Cassian grabbed her and started tickling her sides making her scream and laugh. “Got you little bat” he boomed and filled her face with kisses.

Alette was laughing so hard that you could swear everyone in Velaris could hear her.

Cassian stood up with her in his arms and approached you. “Good morning doll” he said and kissed you. Alette giggled and caressed your cheek.

“Good morning dada” you laughed making him grin proudly.

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After Cassian had his breakfast and you gave Alette her fruits you decided to go out and spend the day in the nature, so Cassian picked both of you and flew you to a field by the Sidra. You were sitting on the grass with Cassian, and you watched Alette running around chasing butterflies, both of you had smiles on your faces as you watched her. “Thank you” Cassian whispered and you looked at him, confusion evident in your expression. “For giving me Alette… thank you. I love you both so much, I feel like I’m the happiest male on the world.”

You teared up “Oh Cass we love you too.” You replied and opened your mouth to continue but stopped when you saw his worried gaze, your head snapped in the direction he was staring at and…

Alette was flapping her wings; her little legs weren’t touching the ground, and she had a determined look on her face. She was trying to reach one of the butterflies that was sitting on a tree.

“Cass…” your voice was shaky. “Got it” he whispered and got up. Alette was floating higher than before. Cassian tiptoed towards her and when he reached her, he stretched his hand and grabbed her making her yelp. She looked back and giggled when she saw her father. Cassian chuckled and brought her back to you. His palm was beneath her belly, and he kept her up in a laying position, her wings were fluttering, and she was acting like she was flying. You laughed and reached for her, once you had her in your arms Cassian grabbed you both and shot to the sky, making both of you yelp and laugh. He was flying in circles above the field, diving and then shooting up again. When you touched the ground again you wiped the tears from laughter and watched your mate and daughter both of them with bright smiles on their faces running around you as Cassian chased her.

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Alette was sleeping on Cassian’s lap; she was exhausted from playing with both of you and didn’t even eat the lunch you packed for her. The moment she crawled on her daddy’s lap, and he started stoking her hair she was out.

“Thank you for flying us around today” you muttered as you caressed his jaw.

“I told you doll; I will make sure you get to experience those things with her, I will fill the space your wings left empty.” He smiled.

I'm working on all your requests, I will post everything as soon as its ready. So please be patient and forgive me for any delay! Requests are open but delayed!

[chipthekeeper]

After many months of sporadically yelling my thoughts in various posts.........it is time.

*turns out there's like, so much competition for being the worst dad in this galaxy **a biased account from someone with their own very mid dad

Read on for an unnecessarily lengthy argument and just make sure to picture me like this the whole time

The Evidence:

Similarities/parallels between them

Shapeshifting -- They both transform so fully and easily from rebel mode to fancy rich asshole and back again throughout the show. Others do as well, but not nearly as often as they do and not nearly as sharp contrast from one thing to another

Quick tempers -- Evident from the way they snap at each other and the people they work with

Familiar framing -- There’s nothing accidental in this show. I believe the below photos draw a very deliberate, if subtle, parallel between them. We don’t see any of the other rebels using a stick like that, and Luthen's doesn't seem to actually have a function besides making youtubers believe he's a Jedi (I have a whole spin-off conspiracy theory on that we can get into some other day if you ask me)

Blonde -- Obviously. Though it seems Vel's hair is changing for season two. Perhaps a hint that she is trying to distance herself from her father's influence? (okay this part is mostly a joke but then I talked myself into something)

Also, this brand new page from the Dawn of Rebellion visual guide book that made me go !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! because, you know, proximity is everything. It would have made much more sense for Kleya to be on this page and Vel to be beside Cinta on the next page, right? Nope, not if there's a deeper connection here!

Their first interaction

Even before we meet Vel, Luthen predicts to Cassian exactly how she will react to them being there

He first tries to greet her with a big fake grin. Big time dad behavior to act like none of the past shit between you has ever gone down. But Vel remembers, doesn’t buy the act

Basically their interaction is just very familiar and informal, then breaks down quickly because of their attitudes toward each other

Vel is being very childish for most of it, pacing around, not keeping eye contact, then fully acting like a kid who doesn’t want to pick up their toys (see above picture)

Which then brings the Big Dad Energy from Luthen - "LOOK AT ME!!" he yells. The dadest dad behavior to ever dad. I can so easily picture this from my dad. "Look at me when I'm talking to you! Do what I say!" You have no choice but to shut up and obey unless you want to lose your allowance heist mission

Maybe he does actually care?

The night before the heist, Luthen is acting very strange, so much so that Kleya calls him out for being nervous. This is understandable given the stakes. BUT!

“They’re either going to be okay out there or they’re not” from Kleya is interesting. Be okay, rather than do okay. Like she knows he’s particularly worried about their safety, about one person’s safety especially?

And Vel’s mentioned in the very next line, reminding us of their connection again: "Vel's the only one who traces back" -- could be because she’s the only one who’s seen him, but who would actually be able to “trace” that??

Vel's need for approval

Veeerrryyyyy familiar to every eldest daughter constantly ignored by dad, seen most prominently in her interactions with Kleya

First right after the heist -- "Where is he?" ... "He read your message." "I really thought he'd be here?" Oh? Why's that? Why would he be there unless it was personal? Unless there was some sort of expectation of praise for the job well done, or comfort after losing so much of the team?

Later, before Ferrix, Vel won't give Kleya the information about Maarva's death until she secures the "I'll make sure he knows where it came from" promise from her

Rebellion is a family affair

"But Chip, Vel can't be related to Mon and Luthen!" Why not? There's nothing really that says Luthen isn't/can't be Mon's uncle

In fact, it might even make it easier to understand how a prominent Senator who's outwardly so centrist and careful could get Luthen's attention -- they always knew each other!

Anyway, a visual aid made months ago by @jedi-valjean, outlining the possible family tree, along with what seems to be the typical Chandrilan matriarchal naming conventions:

Vel Sartha, nepo baby

Vel absolutely does not have the experience or the stomach to be leading a mission like Aldhani. Why did he let her? That's right, nepotism

Hints to this in both her interactions with Kleya -- first "this is what revolution looks like" and then "You're off the rails. You're lucky he's not here"

She's clearly not ready and messing things up, but she's not facing any consequences for it because of her proximity to Luthen

Their second interaction

The convo on Ferrix is less loaded but still interesting

Vel looking at him and greeting him with a hint of "oh so you do acknowledge that I exist....but only because I have the information you need"

Again, the way they talk to each other is oddly informal for a boss and subordinate. Plus at the end he gives her tasks like a dad handing out chores

(also seems to like saying Cinta's name to her. supportive of his daughter's girlfriend, that gets him some good dad points)

Luthen's talk with Lonni

pound for pound, this is the most important part outside of their first interaction

As Lonni comes down in the elevator, Luthen congratulates him on becoming a father to a "healthy, beautiful" daughter. Tells him he must be pleased

Lonni thinks he's being threatened, asks "Do you ever think how it might feel from my side?" And Luthen tells him "I think about you constantly."

This. Shit. Makes. Me. CRAZY.

Because Luthen *was* Lonni. Just a guy with a daughter, trying to fight for something better

Also he sacrifices Kreegyr and all his men just to keep Lonni’s cover from being blown. Obviously that’s selfish on one hand, he gets to keep his spy, but also….Lonni’s daughter gets to keep her dad. I don’t think Luthen's just saying that to appease him. “You love your daughter," he says. The whole thing hits home for him and he thinks about it constantly

Basically the whole scene is a conversation between Luthen as he is now and Luthen as he could have been -- “Your investment in the rebellion is epic. A double life. Every day a performance.” He’s TALKING TO HIMSELF

And what does Luthen sacrifice? "...Kinship....Love" -- the love of his family? His kin? He may have his daughter in his life but they're hardly more than coworkers because of what they have to do. They're both sacrificing a real relationship with each other

"I burn my decency for someone else's future" -- he's sacrificed being a good father to fight and make a better future for his daughter!!!

!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The shoutout to his ego not having a "mirror" calls us back to Vel and Cinta's conversation, another probably deliberate thread supposed to connect them in our minds

"You'll stay with me, Lonni" can mean both that he's not letting Lonni out of this and, again, that he's always thinking of him (always thinking of that other version of his life)

The Conclusions

Putting together all the evidence and the fact that no one in the show seems to know about the connection between them, I can basically come to two possible conclusions:

Vel didn't find out this man was her father until she was already an adult

She knew him as a child but then he began making his calculations and left her and her mother

Either way, they would have gone years without interacting and thus it would be easy to hide their true connection once they've been reunited. And either way, their relationship would be as strained as it appears. Vel would want to have his attention and approval in a way she never did before, and Luthen would feel guilty enough to give her a job she hasn't really earned.

Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

[herharmonyenemy]

ACOTAR Headcanons

Rhys: 

Has had a skincare routine since he was a teenager. His mother taught him. 

And hair care (gels n everything)

Has like 15 university diplomas. 

Waxes. 

Has the highest bodycount. Everyone wanted to sleep with the crown prince (then highlord), and being as arrogant as he was, knew he had the females (and males) head over heels for him.

Plays piano because he’s a rich spoiled old money kid

To this day he sometimes blurts out some unchecked spoiled comment without realizing it. Cassian punches him as part of the deal. Once the archerons caught on, they also take turns. 

He once got a face piercing (nose/lips) just to spite his father. He got punished but kept it until he became highlord. 

Did a lot of things to spite his father actually. Including but not limited to: growing his hair out, dying his hair, getting a diploma in something not very legacy/bloodline like (sports medicine?), painted his nails (black ofc), got drunk in poor people bars like Nesta (when she learns about this…), and started wearing his shirts open to show his chest (which stuck until present day). 

Does in fact read smut. The best way for him to learn is by reading, so teenage rhys decided to read about sex to be better. It worked, but he got an interest in smut and still reads from time to time. Nesta never lets him live it down for the rest of their lives. 

Is the kind of person to correct your spelling and grammar. However, someone once did it to feyre and he responded that as the person to teach her to read, he is the one to correct her. 

Gift giving is his love language. 

Would watch game of thrones in modern and criticize every move. 

Doesn’t know how to do any chores. Feyre forces him to learn 

Doesn’t like animals only because he formed a bond with a dog when he was younger and when something happened (died/ran away) he cried and his dad told him to man up and it’s only a dog 

Out of all the highlords, he’s the worst at controlling his beast once it’s out but he’s the best at keeping it in 

Knows other languages (as hofas proved)

Is actually religious. 

Is a clean freak. Doesn’t even sit on the bed with his everyday work clothes unless sheet are already going to be changed. 

Had a stuffed animals that he brought to the Illyrian camps when he was 8. Cas learned and threw it off a cliff. Cas gave another stuffie for rhys’s 18 birthday, which was put on a shelf for the next 5 centuries. Nyx now plays with it. 

Picky about food. Feyre jokes that it’s a red flag. Once Rhys learn human slang and what a red flag is, he fixes it. Although Feyre laughs when he makes a face at the brussels sprouts.

Gets his fashion sense from his father, who also likes high quality pieces. 

Also gets his eyes from his father. 

Has toxic dating history that az and cas disapprove and hate 

He was like Simon from Bridgerton as a child: He learned to speak very late, which is why his father was borderline abusive and didn’t pay attention to him. He didn’t learn to speak until right before he went to the camps. Only amren knows, but rhys told feyre after nyx was born. 

Actually the nerd of the group but he hides it 

Wins the prize for best mouth action

Insecure about his ears since he grew up around Illyrians 

The first to learn how to tie shoes, so he was the designated shoe tie-er. Many jokes were made about the crown prince on his knees, mainly through Cas.

Az:

least body count - but he could actually hold a relationship for longer then one night.

As we already know, the kindest bat boy

Trims. 

Also got piercings with rhys so he wouldn’t be alone. 

Writes in all caps 

Doodles when he’s doing something on autopilot 

Knows hand placement 

Drinks way too much coffee

Had the most pimples as a teenager. 

He was the most romantic out of the three. While cas and rhys were going through their “never getting married, forever the bachelor life” phase, az was still after romance. 

Loves bread 

Loves loves loves traveling 

Is good at gymnastics 

Very good at winged eyeliner. When it’s eyeliner time, everyone goes to either az or feyre

Wins the price for best downstairs action

Likes watching the sunset

Always wins the scavenger hunts cas organizes 

Cas: 

once had a buzz cut. Happened because of a dare but he ended up being fine with it. 

Au natural

Has worst handwriting but doesn’t care. Rhys complains that it’s so bad he can’t read it (he can) 

Wears a chain necklace from time to time. After mating, he doesn’t take it off. (Nesta likes when it swings in her face) 

Out of the three, has the highest rice purity score. Az is kinky, and rhys is up for anything. 

Makes the most dad jokes 

LOVES fruits. And veggies. Eats the healthiest out of the three. 

Morning person. He used to wake up rhys and az at the crack of dawn to go hiking. 

He has a hair care routine - more complicated than rhys. Those locks aren’t just magically there. He oils his hair at least once a week. 

Wins the prize for best hand action 

Insecure about his nose 

Best at making scavenger hunts 

Has slow metabolism so whenever he eats really fast he falls asleep right after the energy high

Once used az’s toothbrush to annoy him, ended up using rhys’s. Being the clean freak he is, this started a war among them. 

100% takes dramatic showers like those scenes in movies

All three: 

on the camp, there was another trio that was everything they weren’t (pure blood illyrians from a noble line, got favored). The day comes when those three meet the archerons and the girls think they just want to be friends and the boys get jealoussss

Rhys takes them shopping. He’s up on the mini stage getting measured and tailored and cas is drinking on a couch. This is their gossip and complain time. 

They all speak Illyrian when they want to speak secretly. They never taught mor no matter how many times she asked because “it is a boys club” thing 

The archerons catch on and they eventually learn with help from bat boys, who then momentarily regret it because they don’t have a secret language anymore, but it’s the archerons who know crack the dirtiest jokes in Illyrian. 

When they were younger, they would share notes via this charmed journal that would winnow to whichever one wanted to write in it. Centuries later one of the archerons finds it and the boys jump over each other to get it from the girls cause it’s filled with teenaged thoughts (another headcanon)

They have a synchronized dance 

They used to have beach days but gradually stopped. They started again once the sisters said they have never been to the beach

They used to share a bed when they were younger. It was a hard fit, but rhys slept in the middle since he can disappear his wings. 

Cas and az didn’t leave rhys alone the first week he was highlord. Even in moments of silence. One of them was always within arms reach

They slap each others butt. At first it was a joke, but it became a competition of who could surprise slap the hardest. 

Once, az’s ex made moves on rhys, and rhys took the chance. This lead to the biggest fight between the two (up until the elain situation) until cas asked if they were going to let a girl get in between them. They made up and the next day rhys found out she was only with him for the power. Az comforted him when he cried. 

Engaged in locker room talk. Shared tips on sex. 

Rhys and az wear eyeliner/kohl on special but informal parties. Cas always smudges it so he’s quit. 

[starryhiraeth]

Pregnancy ACOTAR tropes

Pt2-

Acotar males x reader|w/toddler

Rhys-

•Fucking terrified,he doesn’t want you to get hurt

•does everything for you

•will stroke your belly at night

• “what if I’m a bad dad” to “I am the best fucking dad in the world”

•you have a daughter called Asteria

Azriel-

•carries you basically everywhere

•has a hand on your belly at all times

•will just stare at your belly

• “…baby…my shadows are saying there is more than one heart beat…fuck…”

•you have twin girls called Thea and Petra

Cass-

•he thinks your joking at first

•always has chocolate for you

•Talks to the baby in your stomach

• “CASSIAN JUNIOR,STOP KICKING YOUR MOTHER”

•you have a son called Jaxs (not called Cassian Jr)

Lucien-

•Nervous because he’s worried you won’t make it

•you spend most of your time in a small cabin,away from people who would hurt you

•stays up at night,making sure your okay

• “okay,Y/N,I’ve made a complete birthday plan for a boy and a girls so that nothing goes wrong”

•you have a girl,Kalea

Eris-

•Silent but then happy afterwards

•speeds up the plan to kill his father so that you can became high lady and your child to live a happy life

•threatens anything that looks at you

• “maybe I should make a tiny throne next to mine and yours for the kid”

•You have twin boys called Idris and Maël

Helion-

•Basically runs to the balcony yelling to the entire court that he is going to be a father

•a party a held to celebrate a new member of the family

•he would gossip with the baby in your stomach and it would kick back

• “yeah,I know and then he knocked over a tower!”

•you have a girl called Yuna

Dagdan-

•completely silent

•spoils you rotten

•literally kills anything that looks at you

“Just making it clear,you mother was mine first”

•you have twins. One boy,one girl called Rune and Zara

Tamlin-

•wants a son obviously

•gets the peasants to bring you anything you need

•tries to make your pregnancy the most comfortable it can be

• “I swear to the mother kid,you better be blonde”

•you have a girl called Persephone

I can do another when the kids are toddler/babies if you want

[chucktaylorupset]

9 People to Get to Know Better (Tag Game)

tagged by @immortaljailor thanks for tossing me a free one, badumtss

3 ships you like:

Kabru x Laius Touden (Dungeon Meshi) Autistic narrative foils who fuck. One is a blond bombshell of a knight and the other is a short king (well, not literally, but). I love ships where one is like, internally tearing apart their mental furniture about their dick getting them into this situation, and the other one is like hee hoo i love you!

Keeley Jones x Roy Kent x Jamie Tartt (Ted Lasso) Everyone here is hot and prone to hilarious stupidity. Roy is almost definitely internally screeching about willingly sticking his dick in Jamie.

Louis de Pointe du Lac x Daniel Molloy (Interview With the Vampire (TV)) Listen. Listen I know the entire point of this show is that Louis does not get better with every old man he hooks up with. I know that. But hear me out: third try's the charm

First ship ever:

This memory could not be retrieved. If you go in my blog archive, Cassian Andor x Bodhi Rook (Rogue One) is there pretty early tho

Last song you heard:

all eyes on me - bo burnham transposed to his original voice the way this hits different than the original haunts me

Favorite childhood book:

Calvin and Hobbes by Bill Waterson I don't know which volume, we owned a lot when I was growing up, but my dad would read them to me and my sister, and he would do voices. It made reading the hamster huey and the gooey kablooey comic very meta. The irony is I was very much a Susie growing up, and now I am nearly ideologically identical to Calvin. I did like the jokes, but also I just really liked Hobbes because he was a tiger.

Currently reading:

TCGF book 1 recommended by @sidecharactersdomatter, just want to be able to hang out in the same fandom/narrative spaces Babel by R.F. Kuang, given to me by a friend

Currently consuming:

Dungeon meshi anime, the magnus protocol kinda? I'm behind on both. I have a bunch of series I have ADHD wandered away from like the Bear s2, despite it being very good. I have entered the workforce and the things I do has decreased to focus on facillitating that. It is very sad.

Currently craving:

More Labru. More blonde bombshell knight bottoming. I know the labru fandom has mercifully universally agreed that the tall one gets to be the bottom this time, but I need more! (i have more, i just lack the mood and the willpower to write. i should probably post the concepts as bullet fics)

we're going to my extended family's soon for a belated lunar new year and i wanna eat my ba ngoais curry and the family egg rolls. let's GOOO

my mood's been in a gully lately but i wanna get back to the part where i'm ENERGIZED and DOING THINGS and it's not SO FUCKING COLD OUTSIDE

Tagging:

@sidecharactersdomatter, @fratgrl, @unbenchthekench @captainjonnitkessler @liesmyth @belovedblabber @professorsparklepants @twyrrinren @dabidagoose and anyone else who wants to join in!

[delulustateofmind]

ACOTAR Head Cannons: Batboys Getting a Tattoo

We know the batboys have their Illyrian tattoos, here's how I think they would react during and how they treat you when you get your first one!

A/n: This came to my mind while I was getting my 7hr tattoo done today :( These boys living in my mind rent-free. Didn't edit as I wrote this on my notes app during my session :)

Rhysand:

Would definitely be the type to talk to their artist the whole time.

I don't think he would overshare, but would hold a friendly conversation that could come across as flirting

His smile and laugh? Artist is now blushing.

Rhys could probably do an 8hr session easily with no breaks

Probably a high pain tolerance just talkative

Now...If you were getting your first tattoo

Rhysand would probably tap into your mind and make sure it doesn't hurt (with your permission of course)

Would hold your hand

Would say things to make you not focused on the pain (if you were feeling any) "Darling does that hurt? You're doing such a good job though. You're going to look so stunning when this is done, I'm so proud of you. Such a good girl" he'd whisper in your mind, his voice dripping with sultry warmth.

Cassian:

Cassian has fought literal wars and probably has been impaled more times than anyone could count.

HE FEELS NO PAIN <- For a fact, I think he would be talkative like Rhys, but he would be a snacker for sure.

Would bring his little snacks, I'm thinking gummy worms. Especially if he was having a long session.

Wouldn't need breaks.

Talkative-wise, I think he would ramble about little things, maybe share stories of his battles with various creatures.

Now for your first tattoo

Cassian would hold your hand, thankfully, you could grip his hand as hard as possible and this man wouldn't even flinch.

Would definitely playfully tease you anytime you winced.

I don't think he would be flirty in front of the artist out of respect but he would say words of encouragement in a teasing way.

"You're only halfway there mamas! You got this!" or some stupid dad jokes like "You're not just getting inked, you're becoming a masterpiece that I'll be worshipping later ;)" (Idk why but I think Cassian would have a collection of dad jokes)

Would bring you, your favorite drink and snacks of course.

Azriel:

Azriel would not feel any pain, if he did, he wouldn't show it.

I feel like he would for sure be a sleeper or would just stay quiet with his eyes closed.

Could do long sessions as well at the others, probably a bit longer than both Cassian and Rhysand. If there needed to be a 10-12 hour day he could do it.

For your first tattoo

I am a firm believer that Azriel would be an amazing tattoo artist, given his experience. His lines would be so precise.

Therefore I think he would honestly be your artist.

He would be the one to design/do your piece and would be super gentle when doing the ink. Constant check-ins with you to make sure that you're doing okay.

If you were feeling talkative, he would talk. Though I think he would be so gentle that you would fall asleep.

I don't think he would use his shadows (hygiene you know) but maybe for aftercare if your tattoo is wrapped he will use them to cool down any swelling.

Would say things like: "You're such a good girl for me." or "This area is going to be a bit sensitive, but you'll be fine, won't you, pretty?"

[the-savage-garden]

Nitpicking ACOWAR Ch 18

This chapter is just a continuation of the dinner from the previous chapter. More info-dumps and repeats like before. Messy and confusing worldbuilding. This is also where I realized why Nesta is such a hot button for Feyre stans (even though Feyre just blatantly tells Nesta she wants to use her trauma with Hybern for political gain in front of everyone, yikes).

Chapter 18

-[“Please don’t say we need to go to the Court of Nightmares,” Cassian grumbled around a mouthful of food.] I’m having bad flashbacks of that writing mess from ACOMAF. Ugh.

-[“What is the Court of Nightmares?” Nesta demanded.] Why is Nesta demanding to know this exactly? I’m guessing so that we can awkwardly explain the backstory.

-For some reason Lucien answers Nesta’s question. The rest is just the other characters info-dumping about the Court of Nightmares.

-Nesta is confused by all of this and I relate to that.

-Mor looks upset when her father is brought up and Azriel is hung up on her reaction.

-Excuses for why the NC can’t order around the Court of Nightmares. Rhys says his ancestor made the decision that the Court of Nightmares remain in that mountain and can’t bother the NC and also have the right to decide to assist them in war. I know it’s stated that they’re ‘subcourts’ but this almost reads like they were 2 distinct courts before, not sure if that’s the intent though.

-[“The steward of the Hewn City is legally entitled to refuse to aid my armies,” Rhys explained to Nesta, to me. “It was part of the agreement my ancestor made with the Court of Nightmares all those thousands of years ago. They would remain within that mountain, would not challenge or disturb us beyond its borders … and would retain the right to decide not to assist in war.”] I’m copy-pasting the quote just in case.

-[“And have they—refused?” I asked. Mor nodded gravely. “Twice. Not my father.” She nearly choked on the word. “But … there were two wars. Long, long ago. They chose not to fight. We won, but … barely. At great cost.”] Keeping note of this.

-[“We leave in two days,” Rhys said. “He’ll say no,” Mor countered. “Don’t waste your time.”] Wait, didn’t Rhys injure Keir in ACOMAF? Why exactly would he listen to Rhys at all?

-[“Then I shall have to find a way to convince him otherwise.” Mor’s eyes flashed. “What?”] I don’t like where this is going already.

-[“He fought in the War,” Rhys said calmly. “Perhaps we’ll be lucky this time, too.”] Which war? 3 were literally brought up, why just write “the War”?

-[“There will be new rules.” “You will not be in a position to make rules, and you know it,” Mor snapped. Rhys only swirled his wine again. “We’ll see.”] Rhys is both an asshole and an idiot.

-[I glanced to Cassian. The general shook his head subtly.] If Cassian is friends with Feyre why is she internalizing him as ‘the general’?

-[The shadowsinger held her stare, his face unreadable. Considering. I tried not to hold my breath. Defending the female he loved or siding with his High Lord … “It’s not my call to make.”] Is… is this the reason we’re getting this argument in the first place? Because of relationship drama?

-[“That’s a bullshit answer,” Mor challenged. I could have sworn hurt flickered in Azriel’s eyes, but he only shrugged, his face again a mask of cold indifference. Mor’s lips pursed.] And it continues.

-[“You don’t need to come, Mor,” Rhys said with that calm, even voice. “Of course I’m coming. It’ll make it worse if I’m not there.” She drained her wine in one swift tilt of her head. “I suppose I have two days now to find a dress suitable to horrify my father.”] This doesn’t make any sense, why does Mor even feel compelled to go at all? And why would her not being there make it worse?

-Apparently Mor’s comment about horrifying her dad is a joke because both Amren and Cassian laugh about it.

-[But Rhys watched Mor for a long minute, some of the stars in his eyes winking out. I debated asking if there was some other way, some path to avoid this awfulness between us, but … Earlier, I had snapped at him. And with Lucien and my sister here … I kept my mouth shut. ] Ugh, this dinner is all over the place.

-[Well, about that matter. In the silence that fell, I scrambled for any scrap of normalcy and turned again to Cassian. “Let’s train at eight tomorrow. I’ll meet you in the ring.”] Back to having an awkward change of topic.

-[“Seven thirty,” he said with a disarming grin—one that most of his enemies would likely run from.] Why would a disarming grin make his enemies run from him? I know it’s just a me thing but I hate the way this is written, it comes across as awkward and unnecessarily edgy.

-Feyre asks Nesta if she wants to join, Nesta says no. Honestly really relating to Nesta here.

-[Then I said to none of them in particular, “I want to learn how to fly.” Mor spewed her wine across the table, splattering it right across Azriel’s chest and neck. The shadowsinger was too busy gawking at me to even notice.] Some manufactured humor now. I’m also really confused by this reaction.

-[Cassian looked torn between howling at Azriel and gaping.] Another point of me hating Cassian.

-[My magic was still too weak to grow those Illyrian wings, but I gestured to the Illyrians and said, “I want you to teach me.”] I still don’t understand the magic system. Now, I don’t expect a detailed magic system or anything, but when shapeshifting is equated to ‘growing’ I’m going to be confused how that works.

-Apparently Feyre didn’t tell her friends that she can shapeshift. Lucien now understands why she had wings from ACOMAF.

-[“I can—shape-shift,” I admitted. “And with the oncoming conflict,” I declared to all of them, “knowing how to fly might be … useful.”] How exactly does having Feyre learn to fly be useful in a conflict? Wars are very different from a 1v1 fight. Ugh.

-[Cassian whooshed out a breath. “I don’t know if it’s technically even possible—time-wise. You’d have to learn not only how to fly, but how to bear the weight of your shield and weapons—and how to work within an Illyrian unit. It takes us decades to master that last part alone. We have months at best —weeks at worst.”] How exactly can someone fight in mid-air? I don’t think even SJM knows how difficult that would be.

-[“Then we’ll teach her what we know until then,” Rhys said. But the stars in his eyes turned stone-cold as he added, “I’ll give her any shot at an advantage—at getting away if things go to shit. Even a day of training might make a difference.”] I almost want to give credit to Rhys here for considering it as a way for Feyre to escape out of a fight but this sounds like he’s bringing her into the war and that’s stupid.

-[Azriel tucked in his wings, his beautiful features uncharacteristically soft.] I will continue to not get over how often SJM uses the word ‘beautiful’ to describe people. It’s also odd that it’s done in Feyre’s POV.

-Azriel says he’ll teach Feyre how to fly. Apparently Cassian and Rhys were taught to fly when they were too young they barely remember it.

-[But Azriel, locked in his hateful father’s dungeons like some criminal until he was eleven, denied the ability to fly, to fight, to do anything his Illyrian instincts screamed at him to do …] Azriel’s ridiculously edgy backstory. This was also info-dumped back during the awkward dinner from ACOMAF.

-[Darkness rumbled down the bond. Not anger at me, but … as Rhys, too, remembered what had been done to his friend.] I hate the way this is written.

-[It was an effort not to look at the brutal scars coating Azriel’s hands.] I completely forgot he has scars on his hands, I also don’t remember how he got them either.

-[“We’ve taught plenty of younglings the basics,” Cassian countered.] Whenever younglings are used I’m just going to think of Star Wars, I doubt I’m the only one either.

-[Azriel shook his head, shadows twining around his wrists. “It’s not the same. When you’re older, the fears, the mental blocks … it’s different.”] What does that have to do with flying?

-Azriel tells Feyre he’ll teach her to fly after she trains with Cassian and then tells Lucien he’ll meet him after lunch. Lucien doesn’t react to Azriel’s shadows.

-[I swallowed, but nodded. “Thank you.” And perhaps Azriel’s kindness snapped some sort of tether in me, but I turned to Nesta.] What does that mean?

-Feyre immediately changes the subject again to the King of Hybern. Tells Nesta about the Cauldron. Amren says she’ll help train Nesta tomorrow morning and tells Rhys the both of them will go to the Court of Nightmares so they can use objects of power there.

-“There may be opportunities to practice. Let the girl get a feel for what something like the wall or the Cauldron might be like.” Keeping note of this.

-[I waited for her outright refusal, the cold shutdown of all hope.] Why does Feyre assume this about Nesta?

-[But Nesta only asked, “Why not just kill the King of Hybern before he can act?”] Yeah, why aren’t we planning for this instead?

-[Amren said a bit softly, “If you want his killing blow, girl, it’s yours.”] What does she mean by that? Like the King is somehow too strong? As far as I know he’s not even a High Lord, couldn’t the other High Lords just kill him? Or poison him?

-[“What happened to the human queens?” I blinked. “What do you mean?” “Were they made immortal?” This question went to Azriel.] I find this interaction funny, like Nesta just wants to know what happened to the human queens but Feyre seems confused by this so Nesta moves her question to someone else.

-[Azriel’s Siphons smoldered.] How does this make sense?

-Cassian questions Nesta for asking about the queens. They gaze at each other while Nesta explains her motivations to everyone. She’ll only help if they kill the King and human queens.

-[“Fine,” I said. “And we might need your assistance during the meeting with the High Lords—to provide testimony to other courts and allies of what Hybern is capable of. What was done to you.” “No.”] Wait, why would this help at all? I can see why Nesta says no, it doesn’t make sense for her to do that.

-“People’s lives might depend on your account of it. The success of this meeting with the High Lords might depend upon it.” HOW? Ugh.

-“You have no idea what it was or was not. None. And I am not going to grovel like one of those Children of the Blessed, begging High Fae who would have gladly killed me as a mortal to help us. I’m not going to tell them that story—my story.” Huh, something I actually like.

-“The High Lords might not believe our account, which makes you a valuable witness—” How exactly does telling the High Lords about the King using the Cauldron help in getting them on your side?

-“Then it is not my problem if you’re unreliable. I’ll help you with the wall, but I am not going to whore my story around to everyone on your behalf.” Nesta is getting quite interesting.

-[“And if you even dare suggest to Elain that she do such a thing, I will rip out your throat.” Her eyes lifted from mine to sweep over everyone—extending the threat.] Ok, so I don’t exactly get why Nesta is so protective over Elain but doesn’t extend it to Feyre. Is it because Feyre is the reason that Nesta and Elain got in this mess so now she’s angry at Feyre? I remember in the 1st book when Nesta told Feyre she went out in the woods to rescue her, so this development is interesting to me.

-Mor gives Feyre a wine bottle and says she can drink from it directly.

-[“I’d say Nesta rivals Amren for sheer bloodthirstiness,” Rhys mused hours later as he and I walked alone through the streets of Velaris. “The only difference is that Amren actually drinks it.”] I find this kinda dumb honestly, because I’m pretty sure Feyre is far more bloodthirsty than Nesta. Feyre has literally upended the Spring Court just because of what Tamlin did and Nesta has only said words.

-Feyre and Rhys take a stroll down the Sidra river. Feyre notes there’s still destruction from what happened in ACOMAF. They reach some restaurant they’ve dined at before and apparently it was left untouched during the battle, what a coincidence.

-[Something tight in my chest eased as I beheld the untouched building, the potted citrus plants sighing in the river breeze. And on that breeze … those delectable, rich spices, garlicky meat, simmering tomatoes … I leaned my back against the rail along the river walkway, watching the restaurant workers serve the packed tables.] The grammar for this looks so messy to me.

-[“Who knows,” I murmured, answering him at last. “Perhaps Nesta will take up the blood-drinking habit, too. I certainly believe her threat to rip out my throat. Maybe she’ll enjoy the taste.”] It kinda bothers me how the story treats Nesta like this, her lashing out at her sister is apparently seen as some unforgivable crime and I find that weird.

-Rhys says Nesta is difficult. Feyre admits to making a mistake in asking Nesta publicly. Even though I’m pretty sure the problem is that Feyre told her sister that she was going to use her trauma for a political advantage but whatever.

-Feyre asks Rhys how he can balance between High Lord and family. He reassures her that it’s never easy.

-“I should have considered that telling strangers what happened to her in Hybern might … might not be something she was comfortable with. My sister has been a private person her entire life, even amongst us.” That too. And no duh.

-[“Earlier today—at the loft,” he said, pulling back to meet my eyes. Unflinching. Open. “I didn’t mean to insult her.” “I’m sorry I snapped at you.”] He doesn’t even use the word ‘sorry’ but then Feyre does.

-[He lifted a dark brow. “Why in hell would you be?...] Is… is hell a thing in this world? It’s jarring to see it every time the story uses it.

-“I didn’t mean to … undermine you.” That doesn’t even make any sense.

-[“I get why, though. A solid, unified front is important.” I scratched at the smooth wood of the rail with a finger. “Especially for us.”] Does this even make sense or is it just me?

-“We can make whatever rules we want. You have every right to question me, push me—both in private and in public.” I could swear Feyre had called him out before but now that she’s in a relationship with him, she doesn’t anymore?

-[“We can question each other through the bond if we’re around people other than our friends,” I said.] That is so lazy and boring.

-Overexplaining about calling each other out. They talk about Keir and Mor.

-[I considered. “The last time we went to the Court of Nightmares, I played your whore.” He winced at the word.] I will forever hate this.

-[“To get Keir to agree to aid us … Any tips on what mask I should wear to the Hewn City?” [...] “You’ve seen how I am there—how we are. It is for you to decide how to play into that.] Even more plot I hate.

-[“I doubt he’ll come, given that he is Hybern’s ally and knows we’d kill him.”] Assumptions being made on Tamlin.

-“The meeting will occur with a binding spell that forces us all into cease-fire. If someone breaks it while the meeting occurs, the magic will demand a steep cost. Probably their life. Tamlin wouldn’t be stupid enough to attack—nor us him.” I know this’ll be relevant later.

-Explaining why Tamlin is invited. Talks about the other High Lords. I get the impression that all this talking is more for SJM in trying to figure out her own world than to help the readers.

-[Rhys’s brows lifted. “Right now? Your work ethic puts mine to shame.” I hissed, “Tomorrow, smartass.”] Something I found actually funny.

-They talk about Lucien then Hybern. They’re literally talking about the same things again. Feyre doesn’t know if she trusts Lucien, she also doesn’t like using Elain as a pawn. They attempt to have a touching moment in between boring conversations.

-[“We deserve to be happy,” he said, his eyes sparkling enough to tell me that he recalled the words I’d given him on the town house roof after the attack.] No, you don’t.

-[Too much. He had given too much already, and still seemed to think it was not enough.] Haha, so funny. He’s a dick.

-“When you told Sevenda that you felt awake while eating her food …” Keeping note of a minor character’s name.

-[... when we’d heard that music he’d sent to my cell Under the Mountain.] I find this funny that Feyre had found that touching.

-[Let the debate over who’d give the most in this war rest for now.] Ugh.

-[“Walk with me—through the Rainbow.”] I’m sure SJM thought she was being real slick about this corny shit.

-[I linked arms with him before saying, “You and this city helped wake me up—helped bring me back to life.”] Uh huh, right. I still hate how Velaris exists just for Feyre to have a safe space while spitting on worldbuilding at the same time.

[emeriethevalkyriegirl]

Hey! I really luv your work 💖

It would be amazing if you could write a fic about:

Where Nyx’s powers are getting out of control ( he is too powerful) and the whole IC and his cousins help him out.

And also the celebration when they come to know that he would become high lord..

Also I would luv a fic of feyre coming back to ring after nyx was born and sparring with the Valkyrie, Cassian and Az and Rhys(maybe) …a lil competition maybe!

Thank you and continue to write fab stuff!!✨

Love ya sweetie 💖🤗

I can only do one at a time! But I shall write the other two soon okay? I choose…..THE NYX POWER UP! I’m not including the IC for reasons. Just read.

“Are you sure you can handle it?” Feyre asked her son for the umpteenth time. She and her mate were going on their first date in millennia. Ever since they had children, it was hard to get some peace and quiet. So, when Feyre and Rhysand received a reservation from Rita that never expired, they decided to take that chance. They were just about ready to leave but Feyre was cautious about Nyx‘a safety.

Nyx rolled his eyes. “Mom, I’ll be fine. I have powerful aunties and uncles and powers myself. Nothing can break me.” The confident 14 year old replied as his mother hugged him. Nyx, annoyed, tried to shove his mother away. “Mom, you’ve hugged me 5 times already.”

“I know. I just love you so much.”

“DAD!” Rhysand sighed and tapped his wife’s shoulder. “Come on honey, Rita’s isn’t open all night.” Feyre reluctantly stopped hugging her son. “Make sure you and your cousins are in bed by 8:00-9:30 okay?”

“Yes mom.”

“And that you eat dinner. NOT CHOCOLATE!”

“Mom, please! I can do this.”

“And make sure-“

“Feyre.” Rhysand kisses her cheek as Feyre calmed down. “Okay, I’m ready let’s go.” Feyre and Rhysand were about to walk out when Nyx smirked and said, “Wait!” Feyre turned around with a jump. “What!? Are you sick!? Is a fever? Diarrhea? Constipation? Flu? Illryian cold?” Nyx couldn’t hide his laughter at his mother’s reaction.

Realizing it was a joke, Feyre rolled her eyes making Rhysand chuckled. “Very funny. You just wait until you have kids!” With that, the duo left the house and winnowed to Rita.

Nyx smiled for a bit and turned around to face the house. “Okay everyone, you can come out now.”

One by one his cousins and sister appeared in front of him. First Cassandra. She was 14 years old and had wings just like him. Next was his 13 year old cousin Ariel, who had wings but they were little ones. She also was a shadowsinger like her father Azriel. Then, his cousin Czar who was 9 years old and had water nymph powers just like his mother Gwyn. Next, was his sister Regina who was 10 years old. She was spiteful but also loveable.

Nyx smirked and cracked his knuckles. “Now then, let’s get this party started.”

——————-

The house was a mess. Well, not a complete mess but the kids were eating nothing but junk food. Cassandra and Nyx were flying around the house. Ariel was using her shadows to play with her dolls. Czar and Regina were watching TV trying to decide on DC or Marvel. Yeah, the house was fine but just a little messy.

Nyx and Cassandra were having a race in the house. They were currently neck and neck with each other. “I’m so gonna beat you!” Cassie said as Nyx stuck his tongue out. “No you’re not!” They both flew so fast they burst the door apart. They both landed on the grass of their front lawn and began to laugh. “Told ya I’d win!” Nyx said as Cassandra only shook her head. “Yeah right. Hey, wanna work on our new powers?” Cassie asked as she got into a fighting stance.

Cassandra and Nyx have developed powers like their parents. Cassie had her silver flames like her mother while Nyx had high fae powers like both of his parents. Mainly winnowing and fire but the others are meant to come. Nyx got into a fighting stance as well. “Bring it on little cousin!” And at once, the two of them clashed their powers together.

They fought like regular children do. They would do the fighting techniques that Uncle Cassian would show them. The Valkyrie moves that Gwyn would teach them they would each correct one another in case they did it wrong.

When Nyx was about to throw a punch, a burst of power escape his fist. A fire technique. Before he could recoil, it landed straight at Cassandra. “CASSIE NO!” Cassie didn’t have time to duck. Only to shield herself before the fire slammed her against a tree.

Nyx screamed and ran over to his cousin. “Cassie, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean you I just-“

Nyx heard a sound of joy. It was coming from Cassandra. She was…laughing?

Cassie was on her back, holding her stomach and was laughing her ass off. “Wow! That was AWESOME! When did you learn that!?” Nyx was shocked. He sent her flying into a tree. A GODSDAMN TREE! And she was laughing?! His cousin is crazy. “Y-You’re not upset?”

“Are you kidding? That was amazing!” Cassie got up from the ground and dusted herself off. “You’ve got to show this to my mom. She can help you with containing the flames.” She said as Nyx blushed a bit. “You really think she’ll help?”

“Totally. Come on, let’s go tell the others.” Cassie said as she grabbed Nyx’s hand and pulled him inside the house. From then on, the younger cousins of the IC continued to praise the young High Lord. Regina kept asking him if they could use his fire to make marshmallows and s’mores. Cassie told them that it’s his first time so she’ll do that. From then on, the children made s’mores in the house thanks to Cassie’s silver fire.

Until Elain had awoken from her slumber and demanded an answer from the children. “….fire powers?”

[ghoulishpencil]

“I think you just enjoy cooking,” he said, reluctantly pushing himself back up. “Would your family be very upset if we just started carrying all the pieces over?” 

“Probably not. But you know what would be funny? If we put the wheel together and rolled it over.” Finley cackled at the face Cassian made. 

“We would destroy all this work.” 

“It’s a joke! Dear lord, you are the best Cassie.” Finley grimaced when some of the wire caught his bare arm. “Ow. Worth it. The faces you make.” 

Cassian felt for something, finding a scrap of wood to toss in Finley’s direction. He missed horribly, which only made Finley laugh more. “Put down the wire. We’re going to start moving things over.” 

“Shouldn’t we at least ask first?” He was still peeling his gloves off as he stood. 

“If your parents say yes, then we have saved a trip. If not, we can bring it back.” Cassian started on the the slats of the wheel, able to get most of them before he couldn’t see past them. “You’re going to have to lead the way.” 

“Or I can just — ” Finley had started gathering the rest of the slats, but he paused to pull some of the excess from Cassian’s pile. “You don’t have to overload yourself. It’s why I’m here after all.” Finley revealed a bright grin as he freed Cassian from his self made blinder. 

“Thank you.” He was at least getting used to Finley’s physical closeness. Didn’t stop him from nearly tripping when Finley shoulder bumped him, but still. “You should probably still lead the way. I’ve been to your home once.” 

“Not even. Technically, your dad owns the stables.” Cassian rolled his eyes, but he dutifully trudged up the hill behind Finley, mindlessly following him when they cut through the fields. 

He looked down at the soft green shoots just poking out of the ground, puzzled. Something seemed a little off, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. “When did you guys plant your fields?” he asked slowly. 

“A month or so ago,” Finley replied. “Isn’t it nice? It’s been just long enough the fertilizer doesn’t smell anymore.” 

“Interesting.” He squinted, trying to remember back a month. “You helped?”

“Planting and harvesting is all hands on deck. So, yes. I helped.” Finley didn’t seem too concerned about whatever it was niggling the back of his mind. Maybe it was just one of the days he couldn’t come over. Cassian certainly didn’t know how long it took to plant a field. Or three? The Meiers didn’t cover just their and the Marcadets after all.

Of course, he could just ask, but he didn’t want to seem ignorant. Finley wouldn’t judge him — but something just didn’t feel right. He pushed the feelings back even as he adjusted his grip on the slats. Ahead of them, he saw smoke and the top of a chimney stack, Finley’s modest little house appearing over the crest of the hill. 

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A low effort doodle based on a stupid joke my dad made while watching that one DnD movie with me and I needed to share my suffering from his puns. It's about elves, and Cassian was the first that came to mind.

Explaination under the cut.

As can be seen on the picture, 11 and elf are prounounced and written the same in german, something my dad thinks of as absolutely hilarious.

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#but also i have bought at least 10 whole games over the past 3 years thanks to microsoft rewards and all i do is a little search every day

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

I've seen a few comments that Mon Mothma's plotline doesn't seem to be progressing very far and she does not seem to have achieved anything whilst other characters have.

I believe that stagnation is the point. Of the three main threads, Cassian is actively working against the system from the outside, Luthen is playing on both sides, and Mon Mothma is trying to work within the system to bring the Empire down/champion rebel causes. We see both Cassian and Luthen achieve success to varying degrees, largely due to willingness to compromise and sacrifice.

Thus far Mon Mothma has been unwilling to do so and thus her attempts to progress have been stymied. I suspect in the final two episodes we will see her come to the inevitable realisation that it is not possible to bring down a broken and a corrupt system by working within its boundaries. A price must be paid.

52 notes - Posted November 13, 2022

#4

Can't wait to see Jodie Whittaker follow David Tennant and Matt Smith's post-Doctor Who career and head into her creepy pervert/serial killer phase.

57 notes - Posted March 29, 2022

#3

"House of the Dragon" has actually been pretty good but guys, we need to talk about Aemond.

Just fucking look at him. Look at this anime villain, Sephiroth-looking motherfucker. This dude is a fucking cartoon it's amazing. I cannot picture this guy doing anything but sitting in a castle smugly drinking wine whilst his enemies are tortured in his dungeons. I don't believe this actor is even wearing a wig, he just showed up to set one day, cheekbones designed by Tetsuya Nomura himself and the directors said "we gotta get this weirdo on our show."

81 notes - Posted October 20, 2022

#2

I know Tumblr has largely become anti-MCU because Disney bad, Marvel bad, corporations churning out cookie cutter movies bad etc etc but please, PLEASE watch Ms. Marvel.

I say this as a 30-something cishet white man who has no real reference point for its authenticity but it is just such a wonderful family story. It's a rare comic book property where not only do the powers take a backseat to the civilian lives of the characters, but it is better for it. Yes, they diverge from Kamala's Inhuman origins in the comics but they trade it in for something imo much more personal. It touches on how damaging partition was and the generational trauma it left behind as well as the experiences of modern Muslims living in America.

Even besides that it just feels so fresh and entertaining and has a great cast of characters and the first few episodes exude Edgar Wright/Scott Pilgrim energy in the best way.

It's a great show and deserves your time.

126 notes - Posted July 9, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Dad joke moment of the day:

Colleague: "Just going to pop out for a haircut, shouldn't be too long."

Me: "I would hope not after a cut."

198 notes - Posted April 21, 2022

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top 5 franchises

OHHHH MY GOD OKOK... I think . I can answer this I think

5. (Begrudgingly) marvel, it's gotten me through some years of my life with it's dumb predictable plots and now I'm old enough to basically just watch to simp over every silver fox and be like "that was ok" . But still I'm a sucker for the movies everytime .

4. Scream (1996) and onwards ! I fucking love these movies they're so fun and I'll always talk about them, no other slasher series comes close to Scream

3. Star Wars 🥺 honestly I hated star wars until I was like 11 because I couldn't stand the prequels as a kid and always thought they were boring so I never got around to the main actual films because my dad was so deadset on starting from the first episode - UNTIL my mom was like "no, just watch the original trilogy - we can watch the prequels if she wants afterwards"

Anyway I fell in love w Luke like. FIRST SIGHT and c3p0 and all the droids and ROGUE ONE and the new movies were coming out and the DROIDS!! Cassian and Jyn??? K2S0 !!!!? One of my favorite movies of ALL TIME... and now Andor is out and Mando's coming out soon too and not to mention TBOBF and how amazing that was I 😭✋- anyway I'm a star wars truther now. Just took me a bit to get into it

2. This is probably predictable but FAR CRY,

never have I ever played so many amazingly different stories in one franchise, 3 is classic, 4 is one of my favorite games of all time 5 is gut wrenching and 6 is still affecting me and I think it's been like ?? A year now.

These games hold such a special place in my heart for not only kicking my ass into developing my ocs - but also for inspiring me like SO MUCH for writing.

They basically make you question every choice and really destroyed "protag = good , villain = bad" and after you finish the games you're knee deep in theories and explanations and 'far cry ENDING EXPLAINED ' and then suddenly it's taken over your life.

I will never get over the slow corruption of Jason, Ajay getting pulled into a war that was never his, The dep being way over their head but not wanting to stop, and Dani feeling like they need to fight and realizing first hand how basically 'your actions have consequences' like . Major time.

1. LEGACY OF KAIN BABY!!

AHEM AHEM time for Gothie to be annoying and tell everyone to play 25 year old games again? I think so!

But one of the best stories of all time, homoerotic vampires, devotion, tragedy, and probably one of the worst miscommunication spirals of all time.

We got monster vampires, ghost looking vampires, DILFS, giant squids voiced by Tony Jay and - Mobius is here too I guess.

These are more games that have changed how I write, and perceive every character to their fullest, I know I joke, but I seriously can't recommend these games enough ♥️

Also the voice acting is STELLAR.

OTHER FRANCHISES THAT DIDN'T MAKE IT BUT I LOVE;

The Evil Within, Outlast, Uncharted, Grand Theft Auto, Red Dead Redemption