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mayhaps-a-blog · 7 months

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Rewatching Andor (as you do) and I'm more and more convinced that the kids on Kenari are the survivors of some devastation in the mines; even an attack, maybe.

If Kenari is known for its "big dark eyes" off planet, enough people have left to give them a reputation. That means spacefaring, which makes a regular mining colony more likely, rather than the simple hunter-gatherer life we can infer from what we see in the show.

Looking closer, a lot of the clothing looks looted - it's the same quilted pattern as on Ferrix, standard work gear. The buildings and stuff are pretty simple, could be something even a bunch of kids can put together given enough time and reason. There's not a single adult in the camp. And the one girl tried to wave down the ship, as if they were stranded.

Still, they were wary when approaching, and ready to fight the people in it, so they have some experience with Bad Guys.

So, were they some quiet colony, until the parents were press-ganged into the mines or otherwise killed? Or were they the survivors of a mining town, attacked or sabotaged during the Clone Wars, hopeful for rescue but fearful of enemies?

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jmoonjones · 1 year

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To stop Feyre and Rhysand using their daemati abilities to cheat at charades, Amren borrows a helmet from her old pal Magneto

I still think that Nessian remain the undefeated charades champs tho. Cassian knows the looks on Nesta’s face so well (eg. “I will eat your eyes for breakfast”) that they’re unstoppable:

An eyebrow quirk? Hamlet.

A tilt of her head? Oh, that’s Swan Lake.

A flick of her left hand? The Wicker Man (1973) and not The Wicker Man (2006)

They get hyper-specific. They’re just THAT GOOD.

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anghraine · 1 year

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The secondary D&D group I complained about before got worse, and I just remembered one of the highlights was the DM's absolutely terrible take on alignment.

He's not strict about it, which is good, I guess, but his rationale is that Lawful Good = your character's idea of what is good is entirely determined by the law, Chaotic Good = compelled to immediately act on noble impulses, no matter how stupid, while his takes on True Neutral and the evil alignments were fairly normal.

I've always gone with "Lawful" not as "goodness is defined by the law"—which could very easily just end up at functional Lawful Evil—but as a shorthand for lawful characters' drive towards systems of order, even if it's not uncritical acceptance of any system of order the character happens to encounter. There's a reason that the Lawful Evil stereotype is "villain with a code" and not "villain who obeys every law ever," but idk, some people seem unwilling to extend the more functional version of Lawful in Lawful Evil to Lawful Good. Like ... no, a Lawful Good character is a genuinely good person by definition, and no more restricted by every legal code in the world than a Lawful Evil character would be.

I think a lot of interesting character dynamics are lost in "goodness is the law if you're Lawful Good" rather than "Lawful Good characters are driven by noble motives and by adherence to a systematized order or code." If it's the intersection of Lawful and Good and not Lawful = Good, then the lawful and good motives might reinforce each other at times, but can also collide in interesting ways.

And no, Chaotic Good =/= Chaotic Stupid.

#/grump #anghraine babbles #long post #alignment #anghraine rants #you can rebel against bad literal laws and still be lawful good bc you adhere to a different system of order #like. cassian disobeying orders from the rebellion in rogue one bc they're contextually wrong is a super big deal for him #and actively difficult to do #but he doesn't care about disobeying imperial laws obviously #his struggle is still a classic lawful vs good one #even if they lived (which they did!! ahem) jyn is never going to care about structure and orders the way that cassian does #anghraine's gaming

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incognitajones · 1 year

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Happiest and warmest of new years to you, @rebelrainfall! I was your Secret Santa this year, and here is your present!

[photo source]

shining is where they touch [2900 words, rated M]

Without proper survival gear, they’d spent last night huddled side by side under a windswept rock ledge. Instead of sleeping, Jyn had listened to the rattle in Cassian's chest deepen. And the brushed grey steel of the low clouds overhead told of more snow coming.

#therebelcaptainnetwork #rebelcaptainsecretsanta #rebelcaptain secret santa 2022 #rebelrainfall #jyn x cassian #rebelcaptain #my fic #yes it's a stranded in a cabin fic #it's a classic for a reason

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saccharinerose · 2 years

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fanart of sjm characters is so funny bc most of the characters are literally only differentiated by hair style/color or eye color so fanart inevitable makes them look almost identical. we have feyre + her sisters looking like triplets, rhys and his 2 bat buddies looking like triplets and the protagonist from all sjm’s 3 series together looking like the same girl in different wigs

#still remembering the scene where sjm introduced cassian + azriel #and the only concrete physical diff between them and rhys is that he has blue-violet eyes and they have hazel eyes #and then she gets weirdly philosophical about actually describing their physical differences #cassian being ~rough-hewn~ and azriel being ~classically beautiful~ like ok?#but what does that actually mean?#no wonder people give them the exact same face #saccha's thoughts #anti sjm

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the-kittylorian-writes · 2 years

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ANDOR is giving me Les Misérables in Space vibes. Many are already comparing Syril Karn to Inspector Javert for his possible obsession in taking down Cassian… the show is already building that up (although the comparison is a bit uncouth as Valjean stole a loaf of bread and fled parole, while Cassian did kill people and has a legit criminal record. Ya go, boi) 💀

…So when does everyone burst into song in an epic Space Opera rendition of “One Day More” while the likes of Karis Nemik is the nerdy version of Enjolras with his freedom manifesto and such, so when do they build the barricades and do we hear the people sing, singing the song of angry men, it is the music of a people who will not be slaves again 🎵

And Cassian finally finds his footing to the tune of “my place is here, I fight with you” after bouts of lamenting “Who Am I?” and Syril Karn assembling the troops bawling in vibrato about nipping the rebellion in the bud

Bix Caleen in the shadows pretending that Cassian was beside her as she’s on her own because really, she loves Cassian (poor Timm)

But then again we all know how this ends, and no one there to sing “empty chairs at empty tables” besides Mon Mothma because ya know, everyone dies

This is lowkey hurting me but also giving me the tingles

Yay Victor Hugo in Space 🚀 🎶

#andor #andor spoilers #cassian andor #victor hugo in space #andor the musical #lol okay that would be weird and cool i guess #when andor explores the classics #starts with a heist then a siege and then rogue one #the road to rogue one #les miserables in space #star wars: a freedom story #syril karn #bix caleen #mon mothma #diego luna #move over saw gerrera while we sing the song of angry men

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vidalinav · 2 years

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His body twists between the leaves. The gnarled tree limbs curl around his torso, ripping apart his shirt, baring flesh. Nesta doesn’t even bother to hide her enthusiasm at the golden skin peeking out from beneath that gods-awful flannel. Good riddance, she thinks.

“I’m afraid they haven’t fed in a while,” she says, smiling.

Cassian’s face blooms a delicious red, his brow dotted with sweat. She can practically taste his fear. Right on the tip of her tongue. Sweet like this tree’s tantalizing fruit. What wouldn’t she give for just one bite?

“That was a joke,” Nesta offered with a raise of her brow. “But you’re lucky you didn’t go past the bridge over there. The weeping willows in those parts are particularly carnivorous.”

@arinbelle

#A House Full of Spiders #This is the only fic I'll be working on #Or so we'll see #nessian #nesta archeron #the trees have poison apples btw #Nesta also hates Cassian's clothes #she herself dresses very classically old fashioned

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illyrianbitch · 20 days

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Words of Affirmation

Pairing: Reader x Cassian

Summary: Even the Lord of Bloodshed gets insecure sometimes. As his mate, you always know the right words to say.

Warnings: established relationship fluff :)

Word Count: 2.3k

just a quick sweet fluffy piece to make up for all my angst. dedicated to the one and only @sarawritestories

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Cassian would never admit it, but the assumptions of his intelligence bothered him. He was always a brute, a mindless warrior, a soldier— nothing more. He knew, deep down, that his brothers rivaled him in all matters of the mind. They were more collected, more capable with familial matters and court affairs. Simply put, they were smarter.

And he had accepted that— at least, he told himself he had. After all, he was talented where it mattered. He was a good male, a good friend, a good brother, a good commander— and amazing in bed. So truly, it shouldn’t have bothered him as much as it did when his meeting with Eris went sour.

Cassian entered the room with heavy steps, a frown on his face as he began to peel off his coat, each movement slow and heavy with frustration. A part of him hoped that he could shed more than just the layer of clothing, hoped that coming home would rid him of the insecurity that had threaded itself through his ribs.

You observed him quietly, taking in the way his muscles tensed and released with each motion, the subtle clenching of his jaw, the deep exhale. He hadn’t looked at you yet, hadn’t made his classic entrance. On most days, Cass would return home with a huge grin, door thrown wide open as he bellowed out your name with a burning heart.

But he was quiet today. And you knew exactly why– you could feel it through the bond. Cassian was sad.

Your footsteps were quiet against the wood floors as you slowly walked towards him.

“Things didn’t go well?”

Your voice was soft and gentle and the sound of it sent a ripple of relief through his body. Still, he felt heavy. Tired. He sighed, his shoulders slumping as he finally discarded his coat onto a nearby chair. “I don’t know how Rhysand does it.”

“Does what?”

“This whole diplomacy thing, even Azriel. I just… I couldn’t. I'm too stupid for it. Just an idiot.”

Your heart clenched at his words, a heaviness settling on the glowing bond in your chest. You wanted to console him, to fight and kill whatever it was that was unsettling him so deeply. But the thing that was causing Cassian pain wasn’t anything you could fight yourself. It was his own mind, the insecurities he was too afraid to acknowledge.

Before you could open your mouth to respond, he waved you off with a frustrated gesture.

“I know, I know,” he murmured, his tone heavy with defeat, “I’m just whining. I’ll get over it.”

You frowned, letting out a small breath.

“No, don’t say that,” you said gently, taking a step closer to him. “You’re allowed to be frustrated. But you’re not giving yourself enough credit.”

Cassian’s brows furrowed.

“I’m not?”

You took in the sight of your mate for a moment, took in his long hair and brown eyes, took in the stubble on his jaw and the way he let out a small breath. You extended your hand to him, voice low as you murmured, “C’mere, honey.”

He hesitated for a moment before he gently took your hand and closed the distance between you, large arms wrapping around your waist as he looked down at you.

“You are a big ole’ dummy,” you teased lightly, a soft smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you put your hands around his neck. You felt Cassian melt into your touch ever so slightly, eyes shuttering closed as a small hum left his lips. “But you are brilliant. Like really fucking smart.”

Cassian’s eyes opened to meet yours, somewhat narrowed in skepticality. You rubbed the nape of his neck with your thumbs.

“I mean, you’re a war general. You’ve commanded hundreds of soldiers, have won countless battles– wars, even. You couldn’t get away with those things as an idiot.”

Cassian grumbled, but you caught the hint of a smile dancing in his stormy eyes, felt the tension in his shoulders beginning to ease. A wry chuckle bubbled up from deep within him as he shook his head, his lips quirking up in a brief smile.

“Well, I don’t know about that one, we have Beron and Tam-”

You rolled your eyes.

“Would you just let me compliment you?” You interrupted with a gentle shake of your head, eyebrows raised as you looked at him.

A soft chuckle escaped him. “My bad.”

“You are so incredibly smart,” you repeated earnestly, slightly pulling him down and urging him to place his forehead against yours.

He stayed quiet for a moment, his gaze heavy as he searched for something in your eyes. He seemed to find it as he gave you a small smile. “You really think so?”

You pulled yourself back gently, dropping your hands from his neck to take his in your own. Then, you gently guided one hand to your chest, letting him feel the steady rhythm of your heartbeat beneath his touch.

“Does it feel like I’m lying?” you asked softly.

Cassian’s expression softened as his gaze flickered to where your hand held his. You watched as a glow of warmth lit up his eyes.

“No,” he said quietly, “It does not.”

And then he was bringing his hands to hold your face, leaning in to kiss you tenderly, his lips a gentle caress against yours.

He wasn’t sure if he believed it yet, if he was comfortable enough with considering himself to be smart, let alone brilliant. But you, his beautiful mate, the love of his life— you thought he was smart, you thought he was brilliant.

And truly, that's all that mattered to him.

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It wasn’t that he was insecure about his looks, no, that wasn't it.

Cassian knew he was attractive, knew that he was hot and ruggedly handsome. He knew from the looks that he got from females and males alike, from the scent changes that he caused, and the lovers he had bedded.

But sometimes, when standing next to Rhysand and Azriel, Cassian would catch himself wondering if he was rough around the edges in ways that his brothers were smoother, more appealing. After all, they were the two more classically pretty males, the more softly attractive and very often audibly complimented.

And then there was him, the rough warrior.

Attractive, yes, but pretty? Elegant? Those were never words used to describe him.

There was a soft glow in your room tonight, gentle shadows casted across the bed from flickering fae light. Cassian let out a deep sigh as he prepared to climb into bed, his muscles aching and head heavy as he shed the remenands of his day.

You watched him with a tender gaze as you lay on the bed. The faintest hint of a smile played at the corners of your lips as your eyes traced the lines of his face. Cass caught your gaze with his own, a warm hearty brown that made your heart flutter.

A playful smirk tugged at his lips as he noticed your lingering stare. "You like what you see, sweetheart?"

You grinned, bringing your bottom lip between your teeth as you tilted your head. "Always.”

With a grin of his own, Cassian began to crawl towards you. The mattress dipped beneath his weight as he closed the distance between you, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Admiring how absolutely handsome I am?” he said, “How Incredibly sexy?"

You let out a small laugh as he reached your face, his body hovering over yours. With a gentle hand, you pushed back his tousled hair, your touch feather-light against his skin. A soft sigh escaped him, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment as he savored the warmth of your touch. His lips wore a content smile.

"So beautiful," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper as you traced the contours of his face with your fingertips.

He pulled back slightly, his eyebrows knitting together as his eyes scanned your face. You ran your finger along the crease that they created. "Beautiful?"

You nodded, a soft smile gracing your lips. "Yes, beautiful. Maybe I don't tell you enough."

He chuckled softly as he leaned into your touch, heart swelling with warmth at your words. There was a new flutter in his chest that he didn’t recognize. For a moment, Cassian felt shy— he wasn’t quite sure why. But he laughed it off all the same.

"That's a word reserved for you, sweetheart."

You shook your head, your fingers trailing down his cheek to cup his face in your hands. "My beautiful mate,” you whispered, "My handsome, gorgeous, incredibly sexy, and beautiful mate."

For the first time in a while, Cass was stunned, unable to respond as quickly as he was used to. Your words held a certain reverence to them, a sincerity that made him melt into your touch— made him melt into your voice itself. Before you, Cassian never knew himself as something gentle, as something capable of softness and sensitivity. But here he was before you, in all of his warrior glory, feeling like a child with a playground crush. And there you were, staring at him like he was the most exquisite thing you’d ever laid eyes on. So when words failed him, Cassian did the only thing he saw fit.

He leaned in to kiss you tenderly, bringing his lips to yours softly. You wrapped your arms around his neck and brought him in closer, feeling his warmth against you as he smiled into the kiss. From deep within your chest, you felt a glow— a deep, ethereal, and overwhelming glow.

Beautiful, his mind echoed, beautiful.

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You let out a soft sigh as you settled onto the couch with Cassian, pushing yourself further into his warm chest as he wrapped an arm around you. You’d spent the night at the River House, drinking more wine than you could handle and eating almost all of Elain's sweet desserts. There was a smile on your face as your eyes closed, your hearing quickly tuning into the heartbeat of your mate below you.

You frowned when the sound began to quicken, echoing like a drum in your ears. You pushed yourself up, slightly turning your body and placing a hand on Cassian's chest. When you looked up at him, his face was scrunched, his gaze distant as if lost in contemplation.

Cassian wore a specific face when he was troubled, furrowed brows and a downturn of his lips. He wore it was he was sad or frustrated, when he had thoughts that plagued him at night. The face before you was a troubled one, indeed. But it was less rough than the others he bore, more vulnerable.

You slightly tapped against him with your palm. Cassian blinked at the sensation, then he slowly looked down to meet your eyes with his own. You let your chin fall gently on his chest.

“What's wrong?”

Cassian managed a smile, shaking his head as he brought his hand to run over your hair. “Nothing.”

You frowned. “Tell me.”

For a moment, Cassian’s thoughts traveled again. Mor’s laugh echoed in his mind, wine glass in hand as she pointed at him. You have the subtlety of a war horn. You’re so loud I can hear you across Prythian. I don’t know how Y/n handles it all the time.

"Am I too loud?"

His voice came out rushed, drenched in a tinge of what you could only describe as worry— even doubt.

A flicker of surprise passed through your features. “What?”

He let out a sigh. “I don’t know. Mor said something tonight, it just got me thinking.”

“Mor says a lot of things. Especially when she's drunk.”

“I know.” He nodded in agreement, tongue running across his teeth before he let out another sigh. “But she had a point tonight.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Did she?”

He took a moment to take you in, to trace the features of your face with his eyes. Absentmindedly, he ran his hands through your hair.

“Maybe I am too loud.”

Cassian's voice was defeated now, lips naturally falling into a frown. The crease between his eyebrows was still there as he peered down at you, hand still caressing your head.

You stared at him for a moment before you responded. "You're so loud."

A flicker of disappointment crossed Cassian's face. But before the thought could spread through his mind, a soft smile graced your features. You gave his chest a small kiss. “But I love it. So very much.”

Cassian’s eyes lit up, a sense of release evident in his features as his lips curved into a smile. The crease between his eyebrows faded. "Really?"

"Absolutely," you affirmed, your voice filled with a sincerity that made his heart flutter. "My world would be too quiet without you."

Cassian’s eyes softened as he looked at you, his thumb gently swiping loose strands away from your forehead. “Yeah?”

You nodded against him, chin still resting on his chest. “I hear everything I love in your voice.”

He smiled, the bond deep within him singing as he stared at you. He felt you tug at it, felt a roll of warmth run through his body— something gentle, something loving. And for a minute, Cassian could have cried at the sensation, could have cried at the way you looked at him, at how happy he felt.

With his heart swelling, he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

“I love you,” he murmured, voice filled with a depth of emotion that he couldn’t quite express in words. He hoped that you could sense it, that you would hear those words and know everything he was trying to say— that you would understand just how much you meant to him, how your love filled him with a sense of peace and belonging he never knew he needed.

With a contented sigh, you snuggled closer to him, feeling his now steady heartbeat beneath your cheek. “I know,” you said, “You practically scream it from the heavens.”

Cassian let out a deep laugh, the sound reverberating through his chest. You felt his body move from under you, felt as the sound caressed you like a pair of warm hands.

As his laughter subsided, Cassian pulled you closer to him. “I’ll keep shouting it so you’ll always hear it,” he whispered.

A warmth spread through you at his words, a feeling of love so strong it was tangible through that sacred tie that connected you.

“And I’ll keep listening.”

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me not writing angst?? (i’m about to write the most gut wrenching pieces ever) unheard of. but we love a sweet established relationship <3

permanent tag list 🫶🏻: @rhysandorian @itsswritten @milswrites @lilah-asteria

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everythingacotarbxm1012 · 1 month

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They're Mates - with Y/N

Summary - Feyre meets Rhys's Inner Circle and witnesses the strength of the mating bond.

Warnings - abusive family mentioned.

Other Notes - 1k words; Please note that most of these lines/plot points are inspired or directly quoted from ACOMAF; I originally posted this where Reader was given the name 'Vee' but am putting this one out for anyone who might prefer y/n.

Part Two

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Feyre looked up to see the same two males from earlier standing in the doorway, grinning, and a new presence. A beautiful female with wings like the others. She wore a deep blue gown that reached the floor––her hair resting over both her shoulders. The two males wore black leather with a sword strapped against their backs. Feyre noted the power each of them seemed to hold.

The male who was a bit large than the other, spoke up with a light chuckle. “We don’t bite. Unless you ask us to Feyre.”

The female shot him a pointed look. “Last time I checked, nobody wanted to take you up on that offer, Cassian.” The male who stood between the female and Cassian let out a light, short, laugh before whispering something into the female’s ear making her eyes twinkle subtly. Feyre watched as Cassian gave his own pointed look.

“No secrets in front of our guest, Az,” Cassian said with a grin.

The light danced across their faces allowing Feyre to observe their physical features for a moment. Similar to Rhysand, all three were dark-haired. Both males had tanned skin and hazel eyes. Feyre couldn’t quite tell the eye color of the female standing next to Az, but she gave off an air of beauty and power.

Cassian grinned again, looking Rhys and Feyre up and down. “You made poor Feyre dress up, brother,” he said before winking in her direction. His features were rough like someone had molded him, from the earth.

The second male was more classically beautiful, though hard to read. He was certainly the one who would be a surprise in the dark, the hidden knife. Feyre noticed the light sparkle in his eyes anytime he looked at the female to his left. It piqued a curiosity in Feyre.

Rhys said, “Azriel––my spymaster,” indicating the one in the middle. He then indicated the female. “Y/N. An emissary for the Night Court.” A name, Feyre later learned, Az had adopted for the emissary after she declared she did not want the name her abusive family had given her.

She immediately offered her hand with a warm smile. “Welcome, Feyre.” She gently squeezed Feyre’s before she quickly let go and Feyre does her best to not seem eager as she stepped back to stand next to the High Lord of the night Court, again.

“You’re brothers?” Feyre asked. The two males before her looked similar. The kind of similar where people who come from the same place do, not familial similar.

“All bastards are brothers in some sense,” Rhys responded, sticking his hands in his pockets.

Before Feyre could ask Cassian said, “And I command Rhys’s armies.”

Feyre nodded, shifting on her feet slightly before her eyes glanced to see Azriel taking another glance in the emissary’s direction. She looked right back with a smile that showed a clear fondness for the spymaster. The moment went as quickly as it came when Az turned his gaze to Feyre. “Cassian also excels at pissing everyone off. Especially amongst our friends. So, as a friend of Rhysand, good luck.”

Feyre was giving more attention to not being recognized as the girl Under the Mountain. She wondered, for just a moment if they knew––maybe they didn’t. That was quickly answered when Cassian nudged past the Night Court’s spymaster requiring Az to flare his wings to keep himself balanced. Feyre watched Y/N’s hand fall to Azriel’s lower back to assist. Feyre noticed the fleeting moment of eye contact between the spymaster and the emissary, but it quickly became a second thought as Cassian asked his question about how Feyre had made the bone ladder in the Middengard Wyrm’s lair, when as he put it, “you looked like your own bones could snap at any moment.”

Y/N shot Cassian another pointed gaze, but it turned into a grin after Feyre made a sarcastic comment of her own. The general laughed and Azriel’s eyebrow lifted with approval as the shadows swirled around him, tighter. Feyre’s need to understand the gift only furthered when the shadows swirled up and around Y/N’s wrist playfully, before weaving around the ends of her hair.

Her curiosity once again was pushed to the side when Feyre heard, thankfully, a familiar voice…Mor. “I hope Cassian’s howling means Feyre told him to shut his fat mouth.”

Y/N quickly whispered something into Az’s ear, his shadows lightened slightly from around him. Feyre’s curiosity about the nature of their relationship increasing.

“I don’t know why I forget you two are related,” Cassian told Mor, while glancing over at Rhys for just a moment. “You two and your clothing.” The High Lord rolled his eyes, but Feyre had her own focus on the emissary and the spymaster who were both standing in silence, stealing glances at each other.

“I wanted to impress Feyre. You could have tried to make an effort to comb your hair,” Mor responded.

Cassian braced his feet a little farther apart on the floor in a fighting stance Feyre recognized, perhaps too well. “Unlike some people, I have better things to do with my time than sit in front of the mirror for hours,” the general bit back.

“Yes,” Mor the said, tossing her hair over her shoulder, “since swaggering around––”

“We have company,” Azriel said in a soft warning, spreading his wings as he tried to herd everyone.

“Relax, Az,” Mor said as she dodged the spymaster’s outstretched wing. “We won’t fight. We promised Rhys.”

Feyre barely noticed Az stop in his tracks, letting out the smallest of huff and his shadows seem to become thicker. She then watched as Y/N took one of Az’s hands in her own, gently pressing her lips to the back of it. His shadows lightened around him. Apparently the question about their relationship reached Feyre’s face because Rhys leaned down slightly to say, “They’re mates. Azriel and Y/N. They’ve known each other a little over 500 years and been mates just under 500.”

Feyre considered that fact, thinking there was something delicately beautiful about nearly 500 years of commitment between the two. Now she just had a few thousand more questions about the court’s spymaster and emissary. Question she decided were for another time as Mor indicated the empty seat beside her. Feyre knew the image of Az whispering into his mate’s ear and the twinkle in her eye would be etched into the back of her mind forever.

#azriel x reader #azriel x you #azriel shadowsinger #azriel spymaster #acotar fanfiction #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #a court of mist and fury #acomaf #rhysand #feyre archeron #rhysand x feyre #cassian #morrigan #mor #3rd person pov

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rotzaprachim · 1 year

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literally i’m sooo glad andor isn’t being commercialised within an inch of its life but. listen. i want cassian’s space! jean jacket from the first couple episodes it is a dear friend2me

#also an interesting character detail like #just as ferrix is probably our most grounded location yet with the very real-world material of bricks #we have the very classic quasi workman's denim jacket like #cassian is LITERALLY a blue collar hero he LITERALLY has a blue collar

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glisteningpecs · 2 years

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one thing i am loving about andor is that so many people are dicks. mon mothma is a supercilious and self-absorbed and dismissive of her family. cassian is manipulative and flighty and angry. luthien treats people as disposable puppets. vel is cold and distrustful and nearly blows the heist by panicking. nearly every ‘good’ character is flawed and selfish and serving their own purposes alongside the greater good and it’s so nuanced and human i love it.

the rebellion isn’t composed of selfless, kind, courageous martyrs, they’re real people, with real flaws, working towards a common cause but each with their own angles and agendas and goals and wants. this doesn’t diminish the rebellion at all, it makes it all the more inspiring that such diverse, flawed people can work together and make such sacrifices for what they believe in, and all their individual stories and journeys and struggles and sacrifices can be coordinated and shaped into one single overarching fight against the empire. this is so much more interesting than the classic narrative of a heroic chosen one defeating the big bad all on his lonesome, against the backdrop of his selfless, nameless mentors and underlings and foot soldiers and cannon fodder.

every act of bravery, of kindness, of sacrifice means so much more when you make it a deliberate choice, a struggle against fear and anger and selfishness. show me how the sum total of those choices can become something so much bigger than the sum of its parts. show me how the empire was defeated not by any one grand gesture, but a thousand, million tiny ones.

#andor #star wars #andor spoilers #is this a bit melodramatic im sorry i just have so many Feelings about this show and this universe

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