It amazes me when people say Feyre isn't biased because one of the things she says is Mor, Cassian, and Az were three of the deadliest people in the room during the HIGH LORDS MEETING.

Cassian, Azriel, and Mor were still as death--their fury rippling off them in silent waves. But whether Tamlin noticed or cared that three of the deadliest people in this room were currently contemplating his demise, he didn't let on.

There are seven high lords in the room. The High Lords ARE power, as it is often described. Az, Mor, and Cassian are nowhere NEAR the most deadly or powerful. And Tamlin, as one of those High Lords could destroy those three in a second.

Please be real, Feyre.

Hi!! read some of the beaf that you had with some anons and honestly, i can kinda agree and kinda not agree.

(Let me first establish that I don't write lucien but if someone wants to diss him i will throw hands)

Okay, Azriel: Azriel's character and morals on a whole are questionable and not that great and a lot of shit that he's done especially with Elain is not...ugh just not it. Which is honestly why 70% of fanfiction I write is just ignoring canon or using his shitty character to create angst. He's hot, and the main reason I like him is because he's willing to risk his life for people he cares about. Does that excuse him from being biased and favouritism towards his brothers and Feyre? no. That's where delulu comes in and I erase that part of his character from my mind. So Azriel is the kind of character where since he does not exist I choose the parts of him I want to acknowledge and which parts I don't want to. Also, yeah, Elain should not be with him that dynamic is just...no.

Rhysand: I understand anti-rhysand just as much as I understand pro-rhysand. Both don't make sense to me, tbh i kinda ignored his existence his death did not affect me whatsoever and neither did his revival.

Cassian: He's...interesting. See I like the parts of his character where he's a goofy and funny dude but where it starts going downhill is he does his job with no questions asked and the way he treated Nesta is an ick. I'd like to be his bestfriend when it comes to his blatant sense of humour (not including when he pushed Nesta cause that's just plain messed up) but I would not want to be his lover. Not for a billion years.

In conclusion, get rid of Rhysand, teach Azriel and Cassian to have a backbone (or at least more of one), teach them how to have a guilty conscience, and also we need an Eris POV because I need to start justifying why I love Eris so much T^T My fics are honestly always reader leaves Azriel for Eris.

It's the Fae world. Everyone is "hot" so Azriel being "good looking" doesn't mean shit to me. If you mean his personality being hot? He has no personality aside from being delusional and crazy. Cassian I was cool with mostly until ACOSF. UGH I hate that SJM did that to Cassian because she wanted Nesta to wind up part of the Inner Circle. Rhysand? He's a dick in every sense of the word. The only way Cassian and Azriel could redeem themselves to me is if they destroyed Rhysand and his shoddy system, treat the Archerons right, and bow down to the king Lucien. For fuck's sake it's impossible to find a character who hasn't done Lucien dirty. Except maybe Tarquin or whatever. As for daddy Eris, this man could make Azzy PAY for how he treated Lulu. Lucien is too nice to do it himself. But Eris has no such qualms. Lucien and Eris together have too much power, that's why SJM hasn't had them made up yet 🔥🔥🔥 Anyway, the bat boys should just drop dread and Lucien should become High King. Eris can be his right hand man. Elain can be his High Queen and Nesta can be Eris's wife. Tamlin gets on his knees for Lucien who forgives him and adopts him as his pet dog. Feyre can go to therapy sessions with Thesan.

Is Suguru a virgin tho? To me he’s a whore (affectionate) but since he hated 99% of humanity I can’t really picture him with anyone. Also, he’s obsessed with Satoru AND a loving “Dad” so I don’t see him messing around with strangers. BUT then again, he’s a whore so idk. I really need to know if that Blue Spring of theirs included sex or not ( Gege please give us a hint)

In most of my fics, he’s a little bit experienced but that’s just because I like it when he leads. I love the idea of him teaching Satoru how to do stuff

My parents would disown me if they saw this. OMG

What do you think??

oh, now this…this is a topic i’m very biased towards.

whereas with gojo, who i assume was more sheltered outside of jujutsu related things, i assume geto led a non-sorcerer-esque life before enrolling, so he’s most likely known about dating and what that could entail even before he met gojo. i imagine he’s received the occasional valentine’s chocolate, and he might’ve even given chocolates back on white day to the odd, fleeting crush (or he might’ve done it to avoid embarrassing someone—he seems the type to be that considerate, pre-defection). i also imagine that this naturally continued in high school, too, but we don’t know much about geto before the hidden inventory arc, so take this with a grain of salt.

we do know that he’s very, very good with people, though. and he’s described as good looking and quite popular. he knows how to use his surface-level personality and his appearance to his advantage.

exhibit a:

exhibit b:

exhibit c:

(though it’s likely mei mei was talking to gauge at “geto” in this panel, who i’m sure she later knew as kenjaku, her words probably have some merit. also, “charming, nihilistic smile” is a crazy way to describe someone’s smile.)

as opposed to gojo, pre-defection geto probably did put meaning to sex, having the black-and-white thinking he did, but not in a way that made him sex-avoidant; more in a way that made him nicer to the people he slept with. post-defection? i wouldn’t put it against him to sleep with sorcerers who admired him (including the people in his inner circle). he probably had a member of his cult look after mimiko and nanako whenever he slept with someone. i could see him using sex as a distraction to quiet the ringing doubts in his head.

i don’t think he ever slept with non-sorcerers because even being in their vicinity warranted constant sanitation, but it would’ve been strategic to fuck a monkey to wet his dick and steal their money. perhaps. maybe. perchance.

Who in Enstars would you be lucky to have in an apocalypse? Discuss.

My reasoning under cut

Tier 1: JACKPOT

Kuro: He can cook, he can sew, he can beat people up, he can restrain them, he can keep calm and calm others. literally what else do you want from a man

Wataru: He can do magic, his hair is sentient, I’m sure he can’t die and he can probably ensure you won’t too

Tier 2: not as good as Kuro but still jackpot!!

Hajime: It might be a bit of a problem making sure he doesn’t faint at the sight of gore, but! He can cook well (Tsukasa compared it to his professional chef!) and he is very strong (beat a lot of people at arm wrestling, this might include Adonis but I can’t rmb). Maybe you wouldn’t send him out to clear zombies, but he would be indispensable at the home base.

Mitsuru: he can dash dash real fast and climb on walls so he can probably keep himself safe. He's one of the best people to send out of home base. He’s normally pretty noisy & cheerful, which can boost morale! He can be quiet and serious when needed, and is able to keep calm and think rationally when everyone around him is freaking out. He’s also very creative, although you might need to tweak his ideas to make them more feasible. 

(I can’t tell if I’m just biased towards Ra*bits, what with 2 of them being in tier 2, but I tell you they’re talented and good kids.)

Hiiro: He can hunt and fight and probably debone and cook his catch too.

Twins: Have experience on the streets, they’re very resourceful. Could probably cook? Also very athletic as well!

Adonis: He is strong and calming and additional bonus of reminding you to eat well

Shu: He can cook and he can sew (born out of perfectionistic tendencies so you can be sure he is GOOD). he can also jump out of the 2nd story window no problem so he’s pretty athletic too. Unless that was just a nazuna-inspired miracle. If it’s in !! era he’s probably pretty bearable and would even make sure you’re safe and doing okay.

Tier 3: p good, but their personalities...

Rinne: Same as Hiiro, and he’s great at cooking up schemes. Except he doesn’t share them with you, so it’s stressful having to stick to him and not know what he’ll do next.

Madara: Can fight people and can be merciless so you don’t have to worry about him being scared to pull a trigger. If you’re not someone he considers his inner circle though, that might backfire on you. Once he gets serious about protecting you, he will also continuously remind you that he will abandon you anytime. Fucking mess and stressful to be with. I’m not sure if he can cook. Edit: he can, he's had years of experience manning festival stalls, which probably don't have nutritious food but he probably has the skills!

Yuzuru: Child soldier; so he definitely can fight. He might be able to cook. I don’t read enough fine to know his personality, but I feel he would abandon you if it meant saving Tori

Tori: Package deal with Yuzuru

Ibara: Child soldier too.

Tier 4: not as skilled but still really good!!

Kohaku: I’m sure he can put some of his assassin skills to good use (Edit: Kid's terrified of zombies. He's willing to deal with humans but not the undead or supernatural. Tier 6.)

Mao: King of doing adequately well, and that’s when keeping up with geniuses. Also would not complain at doing lots of work, would even be happy if you gave him more things to do.

Shinobu: nin nin! I’m sure he can put his ninja skills to good use

Souma: sword

Tetora: idk enough about him but he can fight and has lots of energy!! Can’t cook though.

Koga: can also fight. idk anything else about him.

Anzu: can sew, will look after your emotional health, always eager to pick up new skills so she probably knows a lot of strangely useful ones

Sora: didn’t he jump out of the building once

Nazuna: can cook, will look after all the juniors and boost morale. not afraid of killing even humans if he perceives them to be a threat to his juniors, so don’t worry about him being afraid to pull a trigger. Unfortunately, if he sees a junior get hurt in front of his eyes he’ll lose all reason. Might freeze up. Might go beserk. who knows.

Jun: idk much about him but I know he has abs so that will probably be useful

Tier 5: extra pair of hands, can be good company

this tier consists of people with no apocalypse-specific skills, but who aren’t absolute pains to deal with. notable mentions: arashi being p strong, mika being able to sew. you might find leo too noisy and this drops him to Tier 8 with the rest of Knights

Tier 6: oscillates between “still very good” and “absolutely useless”

They could do night watch, but also might be very useless during the day when the rest of the group is trying to move. You might need someone to carry them around. Physically fit. (Rei carried a grand piano no problem once and Ritsu definitely doesn’t exercise but can do backflips no prob when he feels like it.)

also Ritsu has produced guns out of nowhere thrice as of 2022 Jan.

Tier 7: oscillates between “extra pair of hands” and “absolutely useless”

Chiaki: has a tendency to overwork himself and not tell others, resulting in him falling sick and becoming absolutely useless. also tends to not rest when he clearly needs to. but he can be a great morale booster!

Eichi: he might drop dead while running. idk if his health has gotten better since the start of ! MS1

Tier 8: extra pair of hands that can be annoying to live with

they’re not afraid to act selfishly and to yell very loudly until you give in. They don’t mean to get on your nerves, but that’s what happens anyway and it can be very hard to deal in an apocalypse where everyone is perpetually stressed.

Tier 9: idk enough about them

they might be useful, they might be okay, they might be annoying, i have no clue. (Edit 2: Mayoi can cook anything he's seen once and does woodwork so he probably would go to tier 4 "not as skilled but still rly good"!) (Edit 3: Hokuto is dumb as rocks. Tier 7.)

Tier 10: good luck not getting eaten first

Niki can barely stay alive without an apocalypse. Yes he can cook really well, but you might become the food (I joke. He probably belongs in Tier 6. His cooking skills can really lift your mood, but first you need to find enough ingredients to keep him alive.)

i’ll say this once and once only (who am i kidding i’ll repeat this to my grave and it’ll possibly be engraved on my gravestone):

NESTA ARCHERON IS TOO GOOD FOR EVERY SINGLE PERSON IN RHYSANDS HYPOCRITICAL INNER CIRCLE (MORE LIKE INNER CULT)

i’m sorry but i’m getting the craziest deja vu between how tamlin treated feyre after UTM and how feysand treated nesta in this book (legit same abuse just in different fonts). this is not to excuse nesta’s previous behaviour but like sis was traumatised??? and they wanted her to jump into work as part of their happy little court like her father didn’t jus die in front of her and she didn’t behead a guy?

alcoholism and sex are common ways people deal with trauma… are they the healthiest? no, ofc not but locking her in the House of Wind (idc how pretty her prison is it’s still a prison) is legit equal to tamlin locking up feyre in his manor. she should have been given interventions, of course, and been offered more help but like to force her to train which may have been triggering so soon after the war is fucking evil. and the audacity of mor and amren to suggest even worse locations (the prison and the court of nightmares) like what the fuckkkkkkkk.

everyone in this book showed their true colours and the entire inner cult SUCKS. don’t even get me started on the lack of reading the mf room when feysand built their palace right after a war. moreover why tf does their so called high lord care about nothing else in the night court but velaris ??? they really said fuck illyria and everything else y’all fend for yourselves. and they want him as high king ?? colonising is not the solution for prythian babes and even if a high king was needed rhys would legit be the worst kind ever since he’s so heavily biased towards his little twinkle city. i would take beron over him as high king fr.

anyways rant over but acosf PISSED ME TF OFF. i literally got so mad i had to put it down multiple times. i don’t think i can handle much more of this. since azriel didn’t annoy me as much as the rest i think i’ll be able to handle a book from his POV as long as i don’t have to deal with the rest of his merry men much.

hello may i request dom brat tamer!doyoung and yuta please 💘 love ur johnny smut btw

Yes you may!~ Uhhhffghh gotta love brat taming mennn. Hope this was what you wanted, love! & thank you🥺

Pairing: brat tamer!Yuta x brat!Reader x brat tamer!Doyoung

Genre: Smut (obv.)

Warnings: brat taming ahead, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), dirtyyy taLK, threesome, discipline kink, spanking, deep throating, degrading-just read it guys....

Summary: Your boyfriends Doyoung and Yuta take pride in overwhelming and disciplining you. Doyoung takes on the role of being the manipulative and authoritative dom in this ordeal as for Yuta who’s sadistic and loves to watch you react to his roughness.

(A/n): I LIVE for a dominant doyoung guys... and he’s not even one of my top nct biases! Lol okay, enjoy.....

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Double Stuffed

“Aww look at her whine.” Doyoung curls his lip into a smirk as he tilts his head to come to your level.

You glare at Doyoung from the bed while Yuta’s behind you holding your hands above your head. Yuta strokes the side of your wrists as he watches the look on your face.

“Fuck you.” You mutter, knowing that using profanity against Doyoung always brought out a harsher side of him.

“What did you just say?” Doyoung leans close to your face; eyes dark and unwavering.

You press your lips together trying to hide how his voice was turning you on.

Yuta’s hands tighten around your wrists. “Speak up.”

“I said, Fuck. You.” You articulate louder, watching Doyoung chuckle in disbelief.

“That what I thought you said.” Doyoung turns his attention to Yuta. “Looks like she still hasn’t learned to listen to us even when we spoil her, Yuta.”

“Guess we’ll have to teach her till she does.”

Yuta and Doyoung talk above you as if you weren’t there. You loved it when they built up their aggression towards you. It’s what made sex with them so exciting.

Yuta interrupts your thoughts by roughly grabbing your face. “I think she likes it. Right, sweetheart? You like when you test our limits.”

Your legs close because of the abruptness of his strength. Biting the inside of your lip you daringly stare into Yuta’s eyes. He smiles back at you, knowing that you’re becoming putty in his hands just from a simple touch of your face.

“Not in the mood to talk, Little one?” Doyoung unbuttons his shirt and strips himself of it. All while Yuta lets go of your jaw and wrists.

“Strip.” Yuta orders while taking of his shirt as well.

For a spilt second you think of actually listen to them but that wouldn’t be any fun.

Instead, you simply sit up on your knees and watch them strip until they notice. Which seemed to be seconds.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Doyoung stops unbuttoning his pants.

Yuta lifts a brow and sees that you haven’t moved an inch. “You’re just asking for it.”

“I don’t kno-“

To your very pleasant surprise, Yuta grabs your arm and sets you over his lap. His hands find the waist line of your jeans and he yanks them down along with your underwear to expose your bare ass.

Behind you, on the side of the bed, is Doyoung. Where he can perfectly see your ass and core exposed for his eyes to see.

“Fuck...” Doyoung groans, unable to resist as he slides down his pants and goes to spread your cheeks. “You’re already fucking wet.”

You arch your back, ready for the contact but it never comes. Doyoung looks at Yuta and nods.

Yuta’s hand strikes over one cheek and you cry out from the impact.

“Start counting.” Doyoung reminds you.

“o-One.”

Slap. The other cheek.

“Two.”

Slap!

“Three!”

Yuta’s bulge grows against your side and you can feel your pain turning into his pleasure.

The spanks are slow and hard. He waits for you to feel calm before blowing the next one. Loving that your squirming in his lap from pain. While he spanks you and while you count, Doyoung comes to where you head was. His fist is pumping his hardened shaft while he takes in the sight of your eyes prickling with tears.

“You seem more and more turned on as Yuta spanks you Little one...” Doyoung smirks before aligning his tip towards your mouth.

You count the 15th spank and Yuta smiles at his work. Your ass bruised red. He guides your jeans off your legs. You can’t help it but your core leaks on to the inner most parts of your thigh. Yuta is quick to pointing it out.

“Aww what a little slut for pain...” As Yuta massages your bruised ass, Doyoung forces his length as far as he could into your mouth. Simultaneously, Yuta delivers a quick spank to your ass. Slipping from under you and making you go on all fours. Lettting Doyoung enjoy the newly gained position as he fucks into your throat.

Doyoung smiles at you as you gag on his cock. Throwing his head back and cupping your hallowed out cheeks. You keep your mouth open and try to focus on allowing a clearer passage way for Doyoung to thrust into you. “Look at you. Drooling and gagging on my dick like a good little girl. Maybe this will teach you how to behave.”

Yuta lines his fingers around to your leaking entrance. Your legs begin to shiver. Even your core clenches over nothing as he teases you. As sadistic and rough as Yuta was with you, He never failed to give you the best head you’ve ever received. Yuta places his head underneath your core. Sucking on the skin of your soft thighs as he begins his assault towards your core. Yuta builds the suspense well before finally placing a long lick to your clit all the way down to your leaking hole. Your sweetness reaches his tongue and he cant help but circle his tongue into you.

You moan around Doyoung’s shaft and he shuts you up with a sharp thrust. Earning a wet gag from you.

“God, she tastes so good....” Yuta groans in between slurps. His two fingers finding themselves pushing into your entrance. You start getting light headed. You couldn’t focus on anything. From Doyoung’s dick thrusting into your mouth to Yuta’s rough fingers curling into your g-spit. It was as if Yuta and Doyoung were purposely coordinating with each other to thrust and finger you at different tempos.

If it wasn’t overwhelming enough that Doyoung was practically throat fucking you into his climax, Yuta finds it fit to come from under you and kneel at your entrance. Abruptly thrusting his entire length into you without much warning at all.

“Fuck!” You retract form Doyoung to cry out from the sudden stretch of your core. It was on the brink of painful since he was already balls deep.

Yuta’s grip on your hips is painfully strong as he yanks your arching body back towards him. Making sure you felt every single inch of his shaft penetrating you.

Doyoung fists over his shaft as his other hand goes to grab your hair. Tipping your head to him. “Eyes on me, little slut.”

It amuses him to see that you physically cant. Your roll into the back of your skull as Yuta fucks you into submission. “Oh, Yuta if you could see her face right now....”

You shiver again from his words and you feel yourself hug Yuta’s shaft harder.

Yuta glances up and flashes a smirk towards Doyoung. “Keep talking like that, her pussy keeps clenching around my dick...fuck!”

Doyoung feels his climax nearing and he positions himself closer to your face. You prop yourself up. Arms shaking and weak from how tired and spend you were becoming. “Beg for my cum.”

“P-Please, sir...” You start losing the strength to breathe. Even your voice is small and weak. “Please give me your cum...”

“Louder, Slut!” Yuta forces a deeper arch into your back and gives you a deep, rough thrust. Hard enough to make your voice jump.

“UughhH! Sir! Please give me your cum!” Doyoung throws his head back and makes a mess over your face and into your hair.

Yuta losses control from the sight in front of him and he chases his orgasm. His thrusts are sloppy and erratic until he stills in you and an immense warm sensation fills you.

Doyoung bends down and starts kissing your lips to as a reward while Yuta gently massages your sides, slowly pulling out.

Your body crumples into Doyoung’s arms and Yuta finds a spot on the other side of you.

Doyoung’s hand cups your face. Yuta’s hand gently stroking your shoulder.

“Think you learned your lesson, sweetheart?”

Of course, not.

[ end ]

Well, I caved to the AU gods and wrote this... It’s untitled but it is 1506 words of a fashion designer rivals AU; I hope y’all enjoy! --

It’s them. Skrael’s eyes narrow when he sees that flame-bright hair appear among the flurry of attendants backstage. No way.

He nearly snaps his clipboard in half when he sees what they’re wearing. 

He waits until they are nearing him to ensure that they see him in profile, ordering about the poor lighting technician who happens to be nearest him. He passes off the clipboard to one of two personal assistants flanking him, and then shoos them away, turning his back deliberately to his approaching industry rival. He hopes distantly that he’ll make them have to tap his shoulder to “get his attention,”-- they already have it, of course, but he cannot let them know that-- but that does not happen. They clear their throat instead. 

Even that sounds dignified. His face goes sour for half a moment, before it smooths into elegant surprise as he turns around to face them.

“Oh! Bellroc! I had no idea you’d be--” a kiss to the air, “gracing the backstage area--” a second, “today.” I did not give you permission to, he doesn’t say, but it isn’t hard to glean that this is his meaning, especially not when he gives a honeyed smile, as he stiffly returns la bise, a tradition that he can’t even remember which of them started. Neither of their kisses connect, though; it would be practically indecently familiar. Their la bise engagement is purely for show, entirely a part of the game they play. 

The game which he will win this time, he vows. 

They smirk beneath their-- oh, fuck off; are those Vivienne Westwoods?-- sunglasses, and Skrael’s eyes briefly stick on that smirk, before he forces his gaze back up, to stare them down, despite the fact that even in Demonias, he’s shorter than Bellroc. 

“Frankie let me in; after all, how could he say no to a friend with well wishes?” Bellroc’s voice is colored by an amused sort of delight at Skrael’s clear disapproval of their presence backstage. 

Skrael mentally swears. For how much he always personally hires Frankie, he really needs to stop forgetting that Bellroc also hires Frankie for their own shows. Just one more thing the pair of them compete in. He suspects, however, that neither of them will ever win the battle over Frankie, who’d likely simply keep collecting on the higher and higher amounts they’d pay him to try and sway him to their side. 

At any rate, Frankie is absolutely going to be biased toward giving Bellroc what they want-- Skrael should have known that. If what Bellroc wanted was backstage access to Skrael’s show, then backstage access to Skrael’s show is what they’d get from Frankie. Foolish bleeding heart...

Skrael shoots them another sweet smile, “How kind of you. I wish I could talk for longer, but I unfortunately have a bit of business to attend to; you know I accept nothing short of perfection, of course.”

“Oh, certainly.” There is almost a bitter edge to Bellroc’s tone, and Skrael briefly wonders what it’s about, almost-- oh gods. ...Concerned? Is he almost concerned for them? What is happening to him today? 

He shoves it down in the back of his head and immediately forces his mind to focus up. He can’t allow himself to get so distracted, not when Bellroc is still speaking. Had he missed anything important?

“--know you’d only ever demand the best of the best. I presume that must be hard, though, when Nari-- once again-- isn’t attending, hm?”

Skrael narrows his eyes, and he feels his fists ball; that was a low blow. 

He knows he is officially declaring himself ruffled by not bothering to hide his affected tone, but that doesn’t matter. He can still win the fight. He doesn’t even bother to ask how Bellroc knows that-- he doesn’t need to. Because-- “You know that Nari hasn’t attended either of our shows for years. You aren’t doing any better than me on that front.” He hisses.

Something dark passes over Bellroc’s face for just a moment-- so fast that only Skrael’s eyes could have caught it; Skrael’s eyes which know Bellroc nigh intimately-- before they cover it up with a passive look, glancing at their nails. He knows it is meant to show confidence, but it reeks of a fidget for the purposes of silencing emotion. They casually say, “Of course not. But I have her contact information, now.” 

It is a bombshell, with the intent to stun, and, accursedly, it works. Skrael lets out a sound like he’s been punched. “H-...” he curses himself. His attacks are going up in smoke, “How?” He chokes out. 

Bellroc, for half a second, seems to look remorseful, that is, perhaps only in Skrael’s mind, as they drop their hand back to their side, placing it in the pocket of their no-doubt pre-public-release designer slacks. They have more friends in high places than Skrael does, or at least, he thinks they must. Not many have collaborated with his… intense designs. (Or perhaps the more likely culprit is his equally intense personality, but he chooses to believe that it is the fashion community being too afraid of boxing themselves into an alt-fashion subculture; no high-end-claiming-to-be-everyperson brand would willingly associate themselves with his chains and leather and fishnets). 

At any rate, Bellroc snaps his mind back to, as they answer his question with, of course, as little information as possible, “Doesn’t matter. Won’t work a second time.”

Right. Nari is extremely careful with who she allows into her inner circle these days, and anything that works once for one of them-- who are very much not allowed-- would pointedly not work for the other, as Nari fixes the issue. 

He collects himself, then, and takes a moment to glance at his watch; he does not need to know the time, but he wants to rub it in their face-- it is a Hermés Arceau Squelette-- and, more importantly, make a show of just how little he cares for their answer. 

“Of course,” he mimics Bellroc’s previous comment, eyes sliding up to meet theirs once more. He immediately gathers that his distaste for their answer has clicked in their head, though they do not look particularly perturbed by the flash of his watch. Of course not. They have him beat today in general apparel decisions. He’d opted for something stylish during the show, lest he be caught in the limelight for any reason, but it is also comfort-based, for ease of movement. Were he to truly try to compete with them outfit-wise, he’d need to wait until the afterparty-- something which they were actually invited to.

Because-- speaking of fashion decisions-- they needed to see him, then. He’d settle for nothing less. His outfit is going to be a knockout.

They roll their eyes behind their glasses at his display, and Skrael bites down on his tongue to resist the smirk that threatens to reveal itself at that, as they say, “Too busy to speak to an old friend properly, Skrael? Should I be concerned that you’ve sold out?” They are not happy about his taking the subject off of Nari. It must have been their trump card.

Well, it’s not his fault they played it too early.

“Only if you have,” he teases, nearly amicably.

This wins him a begrudging smile from the other designer as they say, “Right. Because we do everything together, don’t we? Even separately.” 

Skrael’s second-long good mood tanks. “Certainly.” He says, and his voice is almost too soft, too genuine, for him to pretend that it isn’t. So, he quickly glosses over that, fixing it by saying, “I just happen to do everything better.”

It is a weak jab, and Bellroc-- infuriatingly-- knows it. They make this clear when they do not rise to it. “Sure, Skrael.” They say, and it is almost fond, which throws Skrael into an internal tizzy. How dare they play at fondness? They have no right to do that to him.

“Sit in the front row, won’t you?” He asks, although his tone is not friendly.

“I always do.” They grin back at him, the grin of a victor, before going to do just that, thoroughly finished with this brief stint; though, despite winning it, they are not sure if it was worth it.

As they walk away, Skrael stares at their retreating back, boiling over with all kinds of emotions that he doesn’t name, for fear of what they could be. 

...And then, to vent some of his frustrations, he begins to stalk over to Frankie, ready to righteously chew him out; it might help get his mind focused on the show again, instead of on Bellroc, and memories he doesn’t wish to dwell on. Young-looking crew members nearly leap out of his way upon seeing his expression, and it is almost enough to fix the mood that they have left him in.

It is almost enough to clear their smirk from devastating his mind. 

Almost, but not quite enough.

You've been visited by the random OC question fairy! :D ~☆

What influences your character's morality more - their own moral code, or the moral code of the people around them?

Thank you for the ask 😊 I’ll throw in pretty much all my characters into the mix for this one because I love thinking about their morality or lack there of.

Umbrolus: Umber’s moral code is very simple because of his sheltered upbringing. You’re either nice or mean, and either bad or good. You can be mean and good, or nice and bad, but if you’re bad you have to be stopped, and are fair game to be fought against. If you’re good he can work with you and maybe even be friends, even if you’re not always nice (see: Celeste sometimes). If you hurt Kleio, you’re automatically bad. Or his other friends, but Kleio especially. And it is very hard to move from that category in his mind, he holds a grudge. He does tend to look to Kleio for moral guidance to a certain extent because he’s aware he doesn’t really know what’s socially correct in many situations, so he tends to trust their judgement on if someone should be labeled good or bad.

Kaius “Hawke” River: Kaius doesn’t so much care about morality as he does debts. You do something to hurt him or his family, and he’ll hold a grudge and seek vengeance. You do something to help him or his family, and he’ll owe you. Do something to protect his daughter and he’ll lay down his life for you. The closest thing to morality for him outside of that is that he has a soft spot for young people who made bad choices because of their situation in life but who can still turn their lives around. He very much believes in people ability to recreate themselves and to become better, especially young people, and he highly encourages it. As far as who affects his morality...just himself, and maybe his daughter. He’ll definitely try to put a little more effort into doing the ‘right’ thing if she’s around. Usually. Unless he’s teaching her to lie and steal. ‘Because those are useful skills in the real world.’

Roland Terrasold: Roland is pretty set in his ways about his morality, he follows his moral code, which is based on the teaching of Sarenrae, and changing his stance on moral questions is anywhere from difficult to impossible. He believes in redemption, and the ability for anyone who truly wishes to better themselves to do so. He believes a second chance should be offered to those who sincerely seek to atone. He also believes those who do evil gleefully and who can and will never seek to be better deserve to be destroyed before they can do further harm. He believes in protecting the weak and defenseless, and in seeking out evil and corruption and stopping it before it can spread and fester and do more harm. He’s opposed to excessive and gleeful violence, preferring to subdue an enemy or kill them in the most quick and merciful what possible, even if the enemy in question is a particularly vile person. He doesn’t believe in an eye for an eye, vengeance begets more vengeance and doing excessive harm just leads to you being more okay with violence it doesn’t solve any problems or help anyone to be sadistic or take joy in killing. This might have a lot to do with the sort of person his extremely sadistic ex Ashton was. Also due to Valoria’s teachings after Sarenrae’s death, Roland also believes that the use of necromancy is not necessarily evil by default, if used on willing volunteers and towards noble ends.

Kiyo Alvara: Kiyo is extremely set in their way about their morality. Like Roland, they believe in doing the least amount of excessive harm, although unlike Roland they don’t have any qualms about revenge. They don’t believe in harming someone who’s helpless, even if the person in question was a vile person. Although they might make an exception if Rolth Lamm were helpless in front of them. I don’t know if they’d feel bad about it afterwards. That’s pretty personal. They believe in honesty unless a secret or lie is vital to someone’s safety, or the safety of Korvosa as a whole (ie they have no problem with keeping Blackjack’s identity secret since that’s vital to keeping Korvosa safe). They are slow to trust again when their trust has been betrayed, they’ve lived for so long and seen so few people change their innate nature, that it takes a lot for them to believe someone’s changed their ways.

Sai Gwenn: Her morality is extremely black and white, and extremely influenced by Hayden. There are good people and bad people, and the bad people need to be taken care of before they can harm the good people. Failing to get rid of a bad person is itself bad, because it enables bad people to harm more good people. Sometimes good people are in a bad situation which makes them have to do bad things, and those people should be given a second chance to be good in better circumstances. Who is good and who is bad is entirely based on Sai’s perception of them. Her morality is a little fucked up honestly. She’d forgive an assassin despite trying to kill her and her friends because she was conditioned into her position her entire life, but was so angry at a gargoyle for harming her friend that she polymorphed it into a bug and kept it in a jar until her friend was healed, then released it into the wild to inevitably live a short and terrified life trapped in the body of an insect with the mind of an intelligent creature.

Lucien Anasia: Part of me wants to say Lucien doesn’t have a moral code since he decides so much on the flip of a coin due to his worship of luck. But he does have some moral qualms. He believes in helping people suffering in front of him. He believes in sharing, and trying to help people to feel happy, and in leaving people’s lives a little brighter. He wouldn’t feel comfortable doing excessive harm to people, although that’s exactly what his cursed starknife does.

Haruki Himura: Haruki’s morality has been shaken to the core recently. He used to follow the teachings of the Nameless Father, but since being turned into a drow and the Nameless Father turned His back on him, Haruki’s been unmoored. Without something to believe in, he’s pendulum swung in the opposite direction, being willing to assassinate people he doesn’t like, violently slaughter creatures with his crystalline curse, and all around give into his anger and desire to make others hurt the way he currently is. He draws the line at harming innocents. He does harm to those who did harm first. Random civilians deserve to be able to just live their lives.

Khazrae Kulata: Khazrae is an erinyes devil, and as such she doesn’t have much in the way of a moral code. She gets her morality 90% from Maxwell and 10% from the rest of the Shadow Slayers. Her morality typically boils down to ‘if I do this will Maxwell be upset I did’. She sincerely likes the party and she owes them an eternal debt for how they saved her from a millennia of torment, so despite very much being an evil creature by nature, she does sincerely want to do right by them. However since she doesn’t always have a firm grasp on human morality, she does make the wrong call on occasion and does something evil without thinking it’ll be a big deal to everyone else, such as when she helped Claudia to kill a helpless prisoner to help another devil get revenge.

Eccardian Drovenge: Eccardian’s morality is a bit grey at the moment. He spent much of his life manipulated and possessed by his infernal father Mammon, so now that he’s finally free he’s feeling out how he actually feels about things without a literal devil whispering in his ear. He takes a lot of cues from Erik on how to be a better person, and considering whether Erik would be disappointed in a choice does go into his decision making. He’s okay with grave robbing and is gleeful about getting revenge on those who have harmed him. He has no qualms about killing to remove a threat to him and his organization. However he’s not going out of his way to do harm anymore, and is actually trying to funnel his resources into doing good for the city and the country as a whole, to help make things better for tieflings like him and ‘lesser’ citizens as a whole.

Chammady Drovenge: Chammady is a pragmatist. Her morality centers her family—which in this case means her brother and the Shadow Slayers—and anyone outside of them is fair game. She took the lessons of both nobility and the thieves’ guild to heart, and is willing to do what has to be done to protect herself and hers. She is skilled at the double talk of nobility, and the necessary manipulations to navigate politics. She’s good at making others underestimate her, playing the role of vapid noblewoman and leaning into people’s expectations and biases, although she’s done that less since becoming mayor as now she has a position of true power, where a different sort of face is both expected and necessary. Like her brother, she has no qualms about killing those who might obstruct her goals or harm her inner circle. She is fiercely protective of her inner circle.

Rant

Honestly i feel like this is a long time coming. But I just....I sometimes hate being in any fandom. Because of other people. Someone went off on me completely. Over simply commenting reasons because i see the situations for the greyscale (not the basic black or white) events that they are.

Earlier today I was scrolling through tiktok. and came across a video that was listing some of the things Rhys has done that aren’t great. (Including: allowing those under the mountain access to velaris, him treating tamlin better than he did nesta, and not telling feyre about the bond). I just replied that Rhys had little choice because they’re preparing for a war, that he held a deep resentment for Nesta because of how she was a total bitch to feyre for no reason while they were humans (i love nesta, but i really don’t think there’s anything in the world to justify why she mistreated, used and took advantage of feyre and found her reasoning to be a little less than sincere but appreciated her going after feyre), and that he didn’t want to force the bond on feyre.

They lost their fucking shit. like made another video and was like “say it” and acted like I was excusing Rhys. And like...no. But they also commented that we shouldn’t “normalize doing shitty things in war”. Like.....first of all...that’s...that’s literally war. 

Second of all, in real life, there aren’t always pretty decisions between “good choice” and “bad choice”. Sometimes there’s “shitty choice” and “bad choice”. 

For Rhys, letting Keir and those under the mountain was the “bad choice.” And if someone else has other feasible options for getting the darkbringer army that they needed feel free to share. But I can think of two others. And i’m saying this assuming controlling Keir into it isn’t an option otherwise that would have been the choice i think

1) Attempting to find something else he wants just as much. Which, with keir being who he is was likely impossible, or would take more time than they could afford and not guarantee anything

2) Murder Keir. Which....is not how you get an army to follow you. You don’t kill their commander and have them willing to fight for you. 

So unfornately, Mor’s safe place being invaded by her abusers was his “best” option. And he still fucking owes her an apology for it. He should have warned her and Feyre. But he prepared for the fallout preemptively, making sure Keir would not find Velaris welcoming. And Mor of course still has permission to kill her family any time she wants to, and she likes to remind them of that.

Then we already know the inner circle disliked Nesta and Elain. I think more towards Nesta because of her overall attitude. They all were (even Cassian towards nesta at first). They were biased against her from the start, and Rhys had an especially strong distaste for Nesta. (Again, not an excuse for mistreating someone with ptsd just a yeah he’s gonna treat someone differently than someone else because there are different connotations to the relationships). And this...this part was ridiculous. because I had said that Nesta was a bitch (because you can’t really say that she wasn’t), they looked at my profile...with my new Elain videos and just...”i see you like elain. and she’s just as if not more so toxic than nesta” and i’m seeing people’s arguments. And i just. I feel like because Elain was the second sister, the middle child, she gets pushed to the back both in the narrative and by people saying she’s boring.

Elain started to atone in ACOMAF. She recognized that she and Nesta fucked up. And that Their sister needed their help. So despite being engaged to a man who was anti fae, risking the relationship with the man she loved, she insisted that they help Feyre. She wanted to help.

And then she was kidnapped, and forced into the cauldron. Came out suffering PTSD. And this same person said it was elain who wallowed in self pity thinking about herself. PTSD as much as Nesta and Feyre. She was also struggling, dealing with visions that no one understood until after Nesta and Feyre were attacked in the library. Then she began to be free of that fogginess and lack of understanding. And once she did, she was the only one to find a potential solution to the humans being abandoned. And knew she needed to be the one to face. In fact, she started to resemble her sisters in that moment, with her strong stance. Which was so unlike her, because she’s soft. And it’s okay that she’s soft and not a fighter.

And Rhys, rhys not telling Feyre aboutt he bond was a misguided decision. He thought telling her would force it on her (in contrast to Elain and Lucien). He wanted Feyre a chance to sort through the things she needed to sort through and come to her own decision about her feelings and about her wants. And she did. 

But all of this....because someone couldn’t handle looking at the whole picture instead of focusing on little pieces. And then this same person said “i don’t mind discussing peacefully” and “I respect others opinions” while deleting mine (which hadn’t been disrespectful) and others comments. And has since basically posted several videos essentially vaguing about me (and maybe others?) continuing to accuse me of excusing characters and acting like discussing characters reasons means i’m saying that those bad behaviors are acceptable.

No.

Explaining does not equal excusing. 

And i can’t believe i ever would have to say it but....neither does cosplaying. Just because I cosplay a character, doesn’t mean i excuse their actions. It’s the dumbest fucking logic i’ve ever seen

I admit to making a few vague videos myself in response. 1) the elain video i posted here. Where I discuss her flaws. 2) one mentioning that explaining doesn’t equal excusing that it’s often looking at all the events that create an event. Which is more interesting anyway. 3) one stating the actions of the conversation

Personal opinion: Nesta Archeron deserves better

Nesta is definitely closed off and hurt by what had happened to her, and for completely understandable reasons. It angers me that Rhys is so heartless and an a**hole when it comes to Nesta—like Feyre did go through trauma too, some from their childhood (everyone’s trauma is different yes) but y’all didn’t just expect her to be okay the next day, why would Nesta be any different!

Mor as well is bugging me and she is just acting like a straight up b*tch for no reason besides being jealous and petty over Cassian and Nesta’s budding relationship and Feyre’s hurt feelings. Mor more than anyone should understand what Nesta is going through considering the sexual assault. I hope the two of them realize how wrong they’ve been to treat her so cruelly. Personally I’d like it to be a dramatic Nesta is about to die and they’ve found out the truth about her past and that she’s always loved her sisters and they are like “I’m so sorry please forgive me for being an a**hat” but who knows;)

Nesta’s character is so complex, intelligent and dark, she’s my favorite character out of every book I’ve ever read—and I’ve read A LOT of books. She’s so relatable to anyone who’s felt like the mistreated, worthless, unloved, unwanted, charity case of the family or friend group, when no one valued your side of the story to favor a biased version. And everyone goes through this feeling at least once in their life. This attitude towards Nesta becomes a single story mindset that is so toxic, and the “inner circle”—minus Cassian every now and then( haven’t forgotten about the “your sister care for you and I don’t understand why but they do” part)—is falling into it.

They are so protective of Feyre that they aren’t realizing they are ignoring someone who clearly needs help but doesn’t know how to or doesn’t want to ask for help yet. You can’t pressure someone into asking for help, the have to want to be helped before anything can happen.

I’m not sure how I really feel about her being BANISHED to the mountains with Cassian, I really love them together and want them to be endgame. But how they went about deciding her life without her opinion upsets me. Yes she isn’t in the best to be making life decisions alone, but it’s still HER LIFE she should have a say in what’s happening.

When Feyre was brought to the Night Court it took her months to open up to them, longer for her to even fucking smile! She’d been kidnapped and killed and then she was stuck in a toxic relationship and she needed to figure out how to love herself and be okay with her new body first before she started any type of relationship with Rhys and the inner circle. She didn’t just click her fingers and wish away the pain, it took her a long time to cope with what happened.

Nesta should be given the same courtesy. She at a young age was told she was only good for marrying for status and wealth and having children by her mother who never showed her much attention, her father was always gone and lost all their money putting them all in jeopardy. She wanted to believe her father was the knight in shining armor that would fight for them and save them—but he didn’t. She was almost raped and was sexually assaulted by someone she thought cared about her. Was then later dragged out of her bed and was DROWNED&KILLED turing into a thing she had feared her while life. But not before having to watch as her sister was killed right before her eyes and turned as well. You don’t just get over that with a snap of your fingers.

It kills me that people are so upset about Nesta not stepping up and helping as the oldest. SHE WAS A CHILD, yes so was Feyre but don’t forget that Nesta too was a little girl, heartbroken that her family life was destroyed, her mother dead and her father not the hero she thought he would be. Everyone deals with pain different. She was raised to believe her only purpose was to marry and have children, not go out and kill animals in the woods.

Feyre being the youngest daughter was probably not subjected to the lessons Nesta was to become a perfect wife, giving her more time to be kid and play and be a little bit more outgoing—most likely what lead her to be the provider.

(the reading lessons I feel was unfortunate, she forgot overtime for not practicing—not saying that was her fault ether, but I 100% believe that if Nesta had known she couldn’t read she would have taught her. Just think about it, Nesta loves to read, it’s empowering and she would definitely teach her had Feyre asked for it, because no one knew she couldn’t read, they even mention that in the books, Nesta said she would’ve taught her had she known she didn’t know how.)

Nesta wasn’t raised to be like that, so don’t expect her to just wake up and forget the years of programming her mother had drilled into her head. Let’s also not forget Elian is older than Feyre too, they really just brush over her and ignore that she too didn’t help provide for the family ether, yet the inner circle welcomed her with open arms because she’s quite and shy and won’t fight back or lash out for her feelings being hurt.

Nesta also was probably embarrassed that she didn’t know how to help, and didn’t know how to ask. People tend to skip over parts that they don’t like to focus on the parts they only want to see. Nesta went out and cut the wood when Feyre asked, Nesta went into the woods to go get Feyre back, she offered up her story to the high lords for the war, she wanted to learn how to fight so she would be helpful, how to use her powers, but do we hear anyone talking about that in the inner circle? No. And that pisses me off.

When the two Ravens came after them in the library she didn’t want to leave Feyre alone to fight them. She stayed and only went when Feyre told her to go find help. She wanted them to have an advantage in the war so she stayed and fought, made herself a distraction so they could get to the cauldron and keep the king distracted. Cassian was about to die and instead of running like he told her to she picked up his sword and tried to fight and when it failed she covered his body with her own, they wouldn’t die alone, they’d go together.

Her charter traits amaze me because if she were a male character I’m almost 99% certain none of us would be having this conversation about how “he” is a bitch that doesn’t deserve to be happy. If she was a male it would be socially acceptable that he is this way because he had a “troubled past” and he’s “dealing with it” he can drink and fuck whoever because he’s “healing” and that’s what guys do. No one would question it. The allure of the bad boy is so captivating that we ignore that they’ve made mistakes. But the minute you make them a female the are automatically a bitch and deserve to be hated because that’s not how a female should act.

Double standards exist in the books we read as well as the world we live in. It’s easy to forget that because we want to believe that the fantasy we have created is perfect when in reality it’s flawed. Flawed characters make for the best stories because they are the most relatable and REAL.

Nesta is probably the most real and relatable character to ever be created. She’s made mistakes, she’s made up of flaws, she been hurt but continues to go through life with her head held high. She doesn’t give two shits about what people think of her. She runs her life how she wants it. She doesn’t stand for people treating her like crap. She’s quick to say something back to defend herself or deflect it to something else. She’s intelligent and smart. She knew how many ships were needed to save the humans she cares about others.

But she is also flawed. It’s hard for her to feel emotions, to be open and understand other peoples emotions. She’s quick tempered and hot headed, but she’s also caring and passionate about the people she cares about. She would lay down her life if it meant she would save the people she cares about.

At the end of the war she’s hit with the reality that her father actually cared about them and she watched him be KILLED right in front of her, if that doesn’t speak volumes about scaring emotional trauma I don’t know what does.

She also has to come to terms with the fact that shes killed people. Jus because they were bad doesn’t mean that killing them was easy and didn’t effect her. The power burst saved them all but it also ended thousands of lives, regardless of what they did she has to live with the fact that she has ended another persons life. Even the King of Hybern’s death might not be easy for her to deal with. She ripped his head from his body, that would give any sane person nightmares.

She has had less that three months to cope with her new body and magic and is thrown into a war and watches the people around her are dying. That’s probably why she helps out in the medic tent and tends to the wounded, she can’t really fight so she finds something to do to help.

Side note: when she was helping in the medic tents during the war do you all remember the scene when she noticed Cassian’s hand was hurt? She literally took care of him. She might not show emotion often but when she does it speaks volumes. And then Cassian had to go and rip his hand away from her when Mor walked in. That probably made her feel like he was embarrassed to be seen with her. That’s she’s not worth being around if people don’t like her and will judge him if he’s seen with her.

For her PTSD It mentions how every time she lights a fire all she can hear is bones popping and necks snapping—I wouldn’t want to light a fire ether if that’s all I thought about and heard. The bath tub has me reeling. She’s forced herself to get over her fear because she thinks she deserves the pain is causes her. She stopped eating and taking care of herself because she thought she deserved to punish herself.

And the biggest problem I had with the inner circle—Cassain included this time, was solstice. Not one present for her besides Elain(and whatever the hell cassian threw in the damn river!!), and they practically forced her to go and they didn’t even get her anything! What the heck!!! I mean sure she didn’t get them anything, but she’s never celebrated this before how would she know? And it’s not like she had the money ether. Yes it was Feyre’s birthday but she also probably didn’t know what to get her with the bad place they were in at the moment. And there was not one painting of her in the entire house. I would feel uncomfortable and unwanted too if I was her. They don’t like how she chose to deal with her pain and they try to fix her pain, instead of listening to her pain and what SHE needs verses what THEY think she needs.

They only do what they want because they want to sweep it under the rug and move on. Because they don’t want poor fragile Feyre to feel sad. Fuck them honestly. If Nesta’s not ready to deal she’s not ready to deal giver her her damn space and time.

She needs to hit rock bottom before she’s ready to climb back to the surface. And all the the inner circle has had hundreds of years to cope with their pain and know what works for them. Nesta is a 22 year old women. She’s not developed the right ways to cope with death and tragedy yet, she needs to figure out what works best for her and that’s okay, she should be able to learn what works for her, not be forced to try what works for others.

Nesta is Depressed, she’s shown clear signs of PTSD, as well and Anxiety. You don’t just get over those because people are done with your mopping, they take time and sometimes they never go away you just learn how to cope with them when they flare up. You can’t just stuff it into a jar and hope it never comes out. It doesn’t work that way. And the 500+ year old Fae should understand that!!!!

Her drinking and having sex is her way of trying to feel something as well as not feeling anything. Again if she was a male character no one would be having a problem with this. Cassian and the other go out and drink for no reason and no one gets on them about it. Rhys said the day Feyre was going to marry Tamlin he was going to be piss drunk to not feel anything. And can you imagine what he would’ve been like had Feyre actually married Tamlin? He’d be wreak, and probably end up destroying himself because of his broken-heartedness.

Another thing about her going to the camps is, she has extreme PTSD from the war and from her sexual assault with Tomas. And now she being sent into what will probably be another war. A camp where all males do is fight all day—not good for someone who has PTSD about fighting. A place where women are treated like breeders and objects—not good for some who has sexual assault trauma. And they just expect her to be fine?! Noooooo!!!

She is going to struggle and not in the good way that gets her to feel again. She’s going to be pushed beyond her limits in a bad way and this could ultimately be what destroys her. My only hope is that the other females recognize what’s she’s going through and find a positive way to support her. I want her to have her own group of strong empowering and compassionate females and males in her new friend group.

The inner definitely doesn’t deserve to have Nesta in their “happy little circle” as Nesta puts it. She is someone I’d want to be friends with because she’d go to the ends of the earth to help her friends and the inner circle doesn’t understand that she DOES have a heart, she is just scared of it getting hurt and broken because she let herself love someone and be loved by someone, to only end up getting hurt the same way she did by Tomas. Trust is hard to build when it’s been broken time and time again.

Things I want from ACOSF is for Nesta to get better all on her own. To ignore the inner circle—minus Cassian sometimes, I do love their banter and I want to see some fluff and sexual tension/frustration and smut from them, as well as a good heart to heart with some tears on both sides about their pasts. Her to United the camp lords. Befriend Devlon—have a father daughter relationship with the dude, change the way females are treated in the camps. Come into her powers. Have Cassian stand up to his family and defend Nesta(she’s probs had no one EVER stand up for her before). For her to ABSOLUTELY NOT apologize to the inner circle, they should apologize to her only for treating her like crap and holding her last mistakes over her head like a sword waiting to cop her head off if she makes one wrong move . For Nesta to befriend Bryaxis—OMG how awesome that would be!!! Hahahaha. Maybe The Court of Nightmares cameo. Find out who Cassian saw in the prison, as well as WHAT THE BLOODY HELL CASSIAN THREW INTO THE SIDRA ON SOLOIST!!!! And hopefully the Ilyrians will become independent from the Night Court with the help of Nesta as their newQueen—Sarah has called her a queen without a throne, if this doesn’t happen then I quit. And maybe Cassain ruling with her. Oh and of course NESSIAN MATES AS ENDGAME!!!!!!!!

I hope Nesta gets her deserved happy ending, regardless of whether or not the inner circle is involved in her healing and empowerment. She is a Queen, and nothing will stop her from owning her life and getting her happiness like she deserves!<3

Sorry for the rant:)

#nesta #acotar #acomaf #acowar #acofas #acosf #sarajmaas #cassian #nessian #queennesta

you know I can't choose just ONE this is veronarchie we're talking about!! Voice, Beg, Check-In :)

[ Send me a word & a ship and I’ll write a drabble or starter about… ]

becca….. rebecca………. beccothy………………..first of all one of these was the smutiest things i’ve probably ever attempted to ever write and the other two were a mess but everything is Long because i had a lot of feels and sO…… i am sorry.

VOICE

[ DID I BASE THIS PROMPT OFF OF THIS????? SURE DID!!!! ]

what’re you wearing?

well, i’m not wearing any underwear. ;)

because you never put the fucking laundry into the fucking dryer like i asked you to 100 fucking times

call me and i’ll make it up to you

please?

Archie watched as text bubbles blinked across the lower left of the screen before stopping, and finally her contact photo with her and Mia at a hockey game crossed the screen. He wasted no time in accepting the call, knowing she could practically hear his fucking grin over the telephone.

“You’re an idiot.”

“But you love me. Seriously, though. What’re you wearing?”

He could hear her sigh at the other end of the line. “What do you want me to say? Nothing but your jersey?” her voice teased deeply before he heard her soft snort.

Archie laughed as he settled back against his hotel bed, his gaze turning up towards the ceiling as he imagined her in their bedroom back home. “No, because I don’t want some dumb fantasy. I just want you. Which dorky pajamas are you wearing? The ones with the sushi rolls?” he continued to tease, resting his hand on his abs.

“Fuck you, they’re comfy. And I’m wearing the sushi shorts, but I do have one of your shirts on, too. The Naperville Soccer League shirt with the hole in the armpit. Super dorky.”

“Mmmm, okay. Now this I can picture. Lose my shirt, I’ll wash it when I get back.”

“You’re not going to wash shit, Payne. You’ll toss your suitcase in the closet until you forget about it and then you’ll complain that you don’t have anything to wear.”

“Well I always have said we should adopt a no clothing policy in the home.”

“Yeah, that’ll blow over well with your 9 year old daughter.”

“Spitzke,” Archie groaned out a laugh, rolling his eyes. He might have put a ring on her finger just a few months back, but the old surname rivalry would always stick with the two of them. “Can you please stop talking about Mia and my laundry and just stick your fucking hand down your ugly shorts?”

——————-

BEG

Veronica tugged sharply at the short strands of hair on Archie’s head, the move practically causing tears to form in his eyes as he hissed against her nether lips. He shot a sharp glare up at her from where he lay between her thighs, though Veronica was wholly unaware of the look; her head tossed back against her pillows, dark hair surrounding her, sheens of sweat covering her heaving chest. Archie moved his hand from where it had been wrapped around her thigh and moved it up her body to give one of her nipples a sharp twist and a pinch in retaliation for taking his hair out. The move only seemed to spur her on more.

She held onto his head tightly, attempting to anchor his head just right as her hips ground up desperately against his face. He could feel how close she was in the way her body trembled against him; he could hear how close she was by the way her breath grew ragged and her moans grew louder; he could fucking taste how close she was. His tongue moved up from her dripping entrance to circle her clit before he wrapped his lips around it, and her thrusting seized as her body clenched in concentration, just a few seconds longer, and…

Archie pulled away just before she could come apart, his lips moving instead to kiss and nip at her inner thigh while he waited for her to catch her breath.They’d been at this for what felt like hours. Well, for Veronica, maybe. Archie loved nothing more than to tease his girl senseless, and what better way to spend an evening than between her thighs?

Veronica was growing more desperate by the second. And really fucking angry. He hid his smirk by placing a sharp hickey to her thigh, but she slapped his head away, her eyes like fire as she met his juvenile gaze.

“Fuck you, Archibald. Fuck. You. Go away,  I can finish it myself, you stupid piece of shit. Asshole.” She ranted and raved; continued to try and push his head away, her heels kicking against his back before her free hand moved between her legs, her fingers circling her clit and —

“Ah ah ah,” Archie quickly wrapped both of his hands around both of her wrists, overpowering her hits and folding her arms over her stomach, pinning them there as he shot her with another glare, now that she could see him. 

He knew she was desperate to cum. He’d been hard from the moment he tossed her on the bed and fell between her thighs with the promise in his eyes to make it worth her while. Every shift against the sheets caused his cock to twitch painfully in his boxers, but he was still bound and determined for one thing:

He wanted to hear her beg.

Veronica had always been quite vocal in bed. If he could record the sounds of her moans, he thinks he’d gladly make it his alarm every single morning. She was loud and it was one of his most favorite things (on top of everything else about her, but still). But hearing her so desperate that  she literally begged for him? It was at the very tip top of his list.

“Veronica,” he whispered, his lips brushing ever so softly against her clit, his eyes glinting as his breath hit her nether lips. “Ask me nicely…” His hands gripped her wrists tighter before his lips descended back to her pussy once more, avoiding her clit as he softly licked a single stripe up her entrance. “That’s all I want.” He didn’t have to look up to know that she was wild with fury and a deep seated need to release herself in the pleasure that Archie was refusing to give her, but he knew she understood just what he wanted. He chanced his luck releasing one of her wrists to drag his hand back down, over her thigh, through her wetness, continuing to avoid her clit and instead sticking a finger inside her dripping heat. He curled his finger up, dragging slowly against her walls. Her thighs tightened where they splayed over his shoulders and he heard her sharp inhale at the move, but she otherwise remained stubbornly silent.

That was, until he surprised her with a second finger the same time his lips curled back around her clit, sucking relentlessly before slowing down, letting his tongue languidly circle the bundle of nerves. She’d been on edge for awhile now, and building her back up to that sharp peak took barely any work at all. But there was only one way he’d let her get what she wanted (and by default, what he needed as well). “Veronica,” he repeated her name breathlessly, almost positive that the manic look on her face mirrored his own need for release.

And maybe that’s what it took for the dam to finally break. “Please!” Veronica yelped, her free hand moving to grip the sheets tightly, learning her lesson although nothing could stop her hips from desperately moving against his face. She let out a short, sharp, throaty scream when she rubbed herself right up against his stubble, and the accidental brush had only made her more wild. “Fuck. Please, Archie. Pleasepleaseplease pl-please. I want… Need, baby, please.”

If Archie was a stronger person, he’d probably have it in him to ask her to tell him in detail just what she was begging for. But as it was, Archie simply dropped her other wrist, held onto her thigh for dear life as she bucked up against his face… Just as he dragged his chin back over her clit, he added a third finger to piston inside of her and his lips found her bundle once more, another loud smack of his lips as he sucked, and…

Veronica’s back arched up off the bed, her mouth open in a silent scream. Meanwhile, her thighs were trembling over his shoulders while her insides tightly squeezed his fingers and he practically shuddered at the thought of how good it would feel when he was finally inside of her. Her release was fucking gorgeous, she was fucking gorgeous, not regretting for a second just how bad he had to tease her in order to witness this moment. His fingers slowed and his thumb put a circular pressure on her nub to help her come down from her orgasm, his lips kissing over her thighs and up her stomach as he dragged himself up her body by way of his mouth.

Archie fucking loved it when she begged for him.

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CHECK-IN

Their dinner date had started out innocent enough. Archie had managed to sway the manager of Chicago’s latest and greatest high-rise dining at a new hotel overlooking the lake for a 6 o'clock reservation on a Saturday night only a week in advance, and after seeing Veronica in her black, backless dress… Well, the hefty deposit to get a reservation so late was turning out to be well worth it.

Despite the tightness of his chest (among other extremities) when he picked her up around 4 and made their way downtown, it really truly all was very innocent. Getting Veronica to go on an actual date with him had been like pulling teeth (who could blame her?), but the two of them were actually pretty good at it. They still argued, a lot, about literally everything but their common interests and dumbass family made conversation flow in and out of their teasing and bickering effortlessly. Veronica held his hand in hers while she animatedly talked about all of the clients at work that she couldn’t stand (it was all of them) and Archie pulled his phone out to show her all of the cheesy photos he’d taken of Mia at soccer practice (and how he so wasn’t biased but Mia was the best kid on the team).

Conversation was so easy, one bottle of wine turned to two, and even long after they’d finished their dessert, night long since fallen, the skyline reflecting beautifully off of Lake Michigan but Archie only had eyes for the fiery brunette who was glowing in the soft candlelight across from him.

Conversation stilled as Archie paid the check. The duo made their way out of the restaurant while Archie took full advantage of the open back of her dress, his hand softly resting at her lower back to guide her, but he was man enough to admit that it was mostly his innate need to be touching her.

The restaurant had been at the very top of the hotel, and just as Veronica reached out to touch the down button for the elevator, Archie reached out to grip her wrist, tugging her into a tiny alcove off to the corner where there was nothing but a utility closet and some tropical, leafy plant. Trapping her between his hands as he pushed her back to the wall, blocking her from view of anyone who passed, he let his fervent gaze trail over her now that they weren’t separated by a whole table and 30 other random onlookers just trying to eat their dinner. Archie licked his lower lip as his eyes settled on her own wine stained lips, and he leaned forward to close the space between them, needing to steal a quick kiss.

“I mentioned already how beautiful you look, yeah?” he kissed her once more before his lips moved down over her chin, to the crook of her neck as he inhaled her scent; his favorite scent. He felt her chuckle against him, her hand running up his torso, up and around his neck.

“Might have mentioned it once or twice. Not getting tired of hearing it, though.”

He grinned boyishly against her skin before pulling away to meet her captivating gaze, practically suffocating himself with the need to be with her just a little bit longer — before work and life and family and Mia butted back in. Archie loved his life but he was starting to come to terms with just how much he loved Veronica, too.

“You know, we did polish off two bottles and with Saturday night traffic it’s probably best we don’t risk the ticket…” One hand dropped from the wall to run down her side, over the soft, silky material of her dress. The tips of his fingers touched the skin of her back like fire as his graze trailed lower and his hand finally encompassed her back, tugging her body to his, knowing she would probably immediately feel his need for her. Let her call him out for it. “We’re already at a hotel, plenty of beds to sleep it off…”

He’d wanted to drag her back to his place and peel that fucking dress off just to see what kind of underwear she was wearing (he had been very aware from the moment she stepped out the door that she was braless), but Archibald Payne would never go down in history for having any Self Control when it came to Veronica Spitzke. The drive back to Naperville felt far too fucking long.

Before he could even get an answer out of her, Veronica was biting her lower lip between her teeth to hold back her grin, taking his hand in hers and dragging him back to the elevators, reaching out to push the button for one of them rather impatiently. It had been close by, and Archie had been rather thankful for having the elevator to themselves so he could continue to kiss her all the way back down to the lobby for check-in, but before he could pull her back against him, Veronica had her hands pressed to his chest, shoving him indignantly into the corner of the elevator, underneath the security camera, reaching out to grab the emergency stop. She fell against him with the inertia of the quick stop, and Archie’s arms came around to catch her. “Jesus, Veronica, you-”

Archie didn’t know how his pants could come undone so quickly, but she had his zipper yanked down and her hand in his pants before he could even get his words out.

His head fell back against the wall, her grip around his dick causing his vision to go a little blurry but his attention perked right back up when she fell to her knees in front of him, taking his pants down right along with her. Her gaze was teasing as she looked up at him, giving him a couple jerks, feeling himself grow harder in her pliant hands. “Let me take care of this for you first,” she licked up the underside of his cock, a challenge in her fiery gaze as her lips surrounded his head and slowly pulled away with a wet pop. “I don’t want the lady at the front desk to get the wrong impression of us.”

{[M]} Post Concert

Summary: Everyone needs a little love sometimes.

Group: Block B

Type: Zico x Reader, Smut, Date, Shower.

Word count:  3244 words

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"Come on! Just 10 minutes, ok?" Kihae says, a wide smile on her face as we walk down the stairs towards the now deserted stage. The Block B concert had just ended and we had waited until everyone had left the concert hall before going down to the stage- just so she could dance. "Ok, ok. That's what? 3 dances roughly?" I ask, smiling as she eagerly runs to the stage, trying to pull her short body up onto the high flooring. I help her up before taking a step back, running and jumping to lift my leg up for leverage. Once we're both on stage I sit down criss cross in front of her, my eyes focused as she takes position for her first song choice. "Ready?" I ask, gaining a nod from her. I start to sing shall we dance, enthusiastically rapping my bias's part. I always feel giddy rapping his part, hearing his sexy voice in my head and feeling one with him. She dances to the beat, her movements fluid and smooth. I start to dance awkwardly but happily as I sing, grinning at her as she lets loose a little and enjoys dancing on a big stage. My eyes widen as I see two tall figures walk onto the stage quietly behind her, trying hard not to miss a verse as she continues on unaware. They jump in, joining her, causing her to pause temporarily from shock. Beside her, dancing to their song, is Zico and P.O. I suddenly get extremely self conscious of my singing, my pitch faltering as I watch them all dance, Zico's body moving with cool, memorized motions. I can't believe it, here is my bias in front of me- dancing with my best friend like it's totally normal. This can't be real. The song ends and Kihae moves away from the two men a little bit, still shocked by their presence. "You both did really well," Zico smiles. "However, your pitch was too low on Taeil's parts," he says looking at me before turning to Kihae, "and you were slow on Ukwon's dance." "Where'd you learn to dance like that?" P.O smiles, going over to Kihae and dancing a little with her. "You keep up well, and you memorized it!" "Oh, well... I practice every morning for exercise and fun." She responds shyly, staring at him with wide eyes. "That's good! Learn more of our songs and dance more with us." "Did you two stay around just to dance and sing on the stage?" Zico asks, coming to sit beside me, nudging me playfully once sitting. "Or were you hoping to get us instead?" "You showing up was a more like pleasant surprise." I say softly, giving him a side glance. Dear god, he's even more handsome in person, despite performing a whole concert not even an hour ago. A lot of his make up had been sweat off, or maybe wiped off, with just a little darkness left around his fox eyes- making them stand out drastically. Butterflies start to rise in my stomach as my inner fangirl finally starts to take over- realizing the situation. Zico. Is. Sitting. Next. To. Me. "So, ladies. I have to ask, who is your bias?" His smile is large when he asks this, looking between us but his eyes lingering on me longer. Kihae is standing next to P.O, his arm on top of her head like a rest and a big grin on his face. "I'm guessing I'm this shorty's." She blushes and tries to move away flustered, "no! It's, it's Taeil!" A lie and a truth. She has dual biases- both of them. "Did I hear my name?" A voice asks as he walks on the stage to join us. "Oh, fucking hell." The three of them begin to go around in a circle, both men playfully joking that they're hers. Zico leans closer to me, his face only inches from mine- a distance where only we could hear each other. "You seemed to really enjoy my parts of the song. Is it safe to assume you like me?" I bite my lip, shrugging a little innocently. "Haha... I just like rap." Lying. I'm lying. Yes I like you, why are you so close to me. Kihae, stop flirting with them and help me. Is this how all concerts are? Are all idols like this? Like, oh! Hello fan of mine! Am I your bias? Show me your love.

He examines my face intently, a look of amusement in his eyes. Can he see the inner distress that I'm feeling? "You look like you could use something to drink," he states as he jumps up, grabbing my hand and pulling me with him. "Lets go get some drinks." "Uh, Zico, I don't know..." "Hey Taeil, P.O, I'm going to take her to the coffee shop down the street. You two good?" He nods towards Kihae and both men nod. Kihae and I swap confused glances before she looks down and sees Zico's hand around my wrist. She comes over to me and whispers in my ear as Zico talks to the other guys about some plan. "Blow it. Blow it like a flute." "This is not the time for memes, Kihae!" "There's always time for memes. Y/N, just go for it. He seems to be into you." "It's just so random, how is this real?" Zico turns to us and smiles, "ok, lets go!" "Wait, wait!" Kihae says, grabbing my other hand as he starts to drag me away. She leans close again, "blow it. Like. A. Flute." "Why are you like this. I'll see you later, I guess?" "Yeah! Have fun!" "Take care of her, Zico!" P.O says, putting his arm on her head again as I'm dragged off stage. ---------- We walk around the park, coffee steaming in our hands as we admire the Christmas lights still left up from the recent holidays. "I'm sorry, I assumed that it wouldn't be an issue because I'm in (your/country)." "You had no way of knowing," I say softly, thinking back to the catastrophe at the coffee shop. We were SWARMED by fans who had already left the concert hall. They were shoving me away, touching him, asking for pictures. It took us 40 minutes just to get our coffee and leave. "Zico..." I say slowly, a tinge of fear building in my stomach. "Call me Jiho." "Jiho..." I shift a little uneasily. "Why did you want to get coffee with me? I'm just a normal fan." "I have a few reasons. Some of them innocent, some of them not." I blush brightly, "what do you mean?" "When I heard you rapping my part so passionately it made me happy. It was nice to see and hear someone so into my music, it was also kind of hot. You did it really well." He says this nonchalantly, taking a sip from his coffee after. "Oh, did I? Thank you. Yeah... I really love your rapping. You're my favorite rapper..." He grins and puts his arm around my shoulder. "I also haven't been able to be this close to someone in a while. A normal person, not just another idol. Just relaxing." I bite my lip, curious. "Sorry for being forward, but what did you mean by some reasons not being innocent?" I feel embarrassed asking this, but when he said it there was a flame that had grown in my body. He looks at me and grins, stopping his walking to look at me seriously. "You're really beautiful, and I wanted to get close to you. Honestly, I want to get even closer in many ways."   This is some fan fiction level shit. Is he implying what I think he is? "Closer...?" Suddenly his arms are wrapped around me as I'm pulled close against his strong body. He smells so good, a masculine smell from his earlier performance mixed with a nice cologne.   I guess this is the moment I need to make a decision. Go on with this and get farther. Or stop it and chicken out. Maybe I'll regret it after, but right now my body is on fire. "Jiho," I say, making eye contact before crashing my lips into his. They're so soft and plump against mine. He kisses me back, tightening his grip with one arm as the other moves up to my hair, grabbing it harshly. I smile against him, taking his bottom lip between my teeth and biting it softly; he tastes like bitter coffee, but I like it. I've dreamed about doing this for so long. "This isn't something I do..." he says against my lips. "I don't just lure my fans for coffee to get at them." "Do you want me, then?" I ask, confidence now oozing from me. I've read enough smuts involving him to where I'm more than wanting to see how accurate they are. He puts his forehead to mine, his eyes full of lust as he stares me down, "we can't do this here." I look around, remembering we're in the park, and thankfully no one is around watching. "Where should we go then?" "We can go to my hotel room. P.O shouldn't be in there right now." "Sounds good," I say, grinning up at him as I brush my hand against the front of his pants, feeling what I was hoping to feel. "Looks like we should hurry." ---- He opens the door to the hotel room, looking in cautiously before pulling me in with him, pressing me up against the door as he kisses me fiercely. I put my arm up, locking it and grinning against his lips as I jump up, wrapping my legs around him. He grinds against me, both of us moaning from the friction caused by our clothes. He gropes my ass, squeezing and slapping my cheeks as he moves to sucking on my neck, leaving marks down my collar. "You know what would be fun?" I ask, biting my lip as I look down at him. "What's that?" He asks, looking back up at me curiously, having just left a bruise over my left tit. I motion for him to put me down and he hesitantly complies, watching me lustfully as I start to strip, throwing all my clothes to the side before doing the same to him. I leave him, sneaking into the bathroom and starting the shower, quickly being joined by his warmth behind me when he realizes what I'm doing. "Do I smell that bad?" He says in my ear, his voice joking in a deep tone. "You smell amazing," I say, turning to kiss him softly, "but this always makes things more sensual." "Ah, a romantic, are you?" He rests his chin on my shoulder, wrapping his arms around my bare waist- his length pressed against my upper ass. "You could say that, how about you?" "I actually am," he kisses my temple before leaning forward to test the water. Without any warning he picks me up and places me under the hot water, quickly joining me as he grabs the shampoo. "Let me do you." "You can do me in any way you want," I say with a sly smile, causing him to laugh. He changes places with me so the warm water is falling on his back as he rubs the sweet smelling shampoo into my hair. "You're so cute with your eyes closed like that." I stick my tongue out at him playfully but shampoo slides into it, causing me to spit it out in disgust. "Here," I hear him say before a stream of water hits me in the face. I immediately know what he did, even more sure of it when his lips press against mine, water flowing into my mouth from his. I spit out the soapy water and laugh, "thank you for spitting on me as well." "It was water, would you like me to really spit on you?" "Wash my hair so I can play with you." "You make it sound so dirty." He says, a grin etched into his words. He finishes massaging my scalp, easing me under the water to wash out the shampoo. I rinse myself before opening my eyes, seeing him staring at me hungrily. We continue on with the playful banter, washing each other's hair. Once he's rinsing conditioner from his I can't help but run my hands over his body, sliding down his toned stomach and chest. "Like what you see?" He says cheekily and I remain quiet, crouching down as he continues to wash out his hair. I take his dick in my hand, slowly stroking it causing a surprised moan to leave his throat. "Y/N...." Without any more words I take his cock into my mouth, causing him moan louder, wrapping his fist into my hair as he leans forward, shielding me from the water streaming into my face. Once I can breathe better I start to bob my head, sliding him in and out before deep throating him spontaneously. "Oh shit..." he groans, his eyes still closed as he tightens his grip, starting to thrust into my throat as I softly run my thumb over one of his testicles. "Stop... you're going to make me cum," he breathes out heavily, pulling me up by my hair before crashing his lips back to mine, shoving me against the shower wall. "What a bad girl, not yet, we can't be too impatient." I moan against his lips as my scalp burns from the hair pulling, as well as the pressure of his hard length against my abdomen. He has a bottle of body soap and he grabs it, pumping a generous amount into his hands before rubbing them together, sliding his soapy palms over my body. He stands with my back to his front, his hands roaming up my arms then over my breasts sensually before moving down my waist and hips. "Your skin is so soft and smooth," he whispers into my neck as he shimmies down my body, grabbing and rubbing my ass then down my thighs, his hands traveling down every inch of my body. My mind is starting to get cloudy with lust as I turn around to look down at him, his eyes focused on every curve of my body. I pull him up, dragging him under the hot water with me as I wash off. I then turn off the water and look at him pleadingly. "I need you." He picks me up again, my legs wrapped around his waist but this time he slides his hard cock into me, causing my eyes to roll due to the pleasure; he feels so amazing inside me. He carries me into the bedroom, our bodies still soaked as he drops onto the bed with me, his cock sliding painfully farther into me as we fall. He stays still for a moment, both our bodies taking in the pleasure from putting this off for so long. He then starts to move his hips, long powerful thrusts going deep into me, causing us both to moan in unison.

I wrap my legs tighter around his waist, pulling him closer as he starts to drill harder into me. He leans down, kissing me softly on the lips, his tongue sliding slowly into my mouth as I run my hands over his body, our skin cold from the shower but we don't feel it.

He suddenly starts to move us, sitting up on the edge of the bed with me on his lap, straddling him. He puts his hands on my hips, helping me grind him into me as I wrap my arms around his neck, kissing him deeper than before.

“You feel so amazing this close,” he says softly, pulling away from the kiss to get air. He thrusts up into me harder, each thrust hitting deep inside of me.

I don't answer, I just move to his neck, placing hickeys down his shoulders. “Even if it's for a short time,” I say softly, “you're mine, Jiho.”

His arms wrap around my waist and he squeezes me tightly, bouncing me up and down aggressively, my eyes rolling back from the strong thrusts into me. “F-fuck… if you keep doing that..” I struggle to say, burying my face into his neck as my body starts to become overwhelmed, “I’m going to cum…”

“Then cum for me”, he says with a grin in his words. He continues bouncing me and I can't help but cling to him, every inch of my body feels inflamed as he throws me back onto my back, holding my wrists above my head as he pounds into me.

“Oh fuck…” I breathe out, my body finally reaching its breaking point as I suddenly cry out.

Jiho stiffens as I tighten around him, moaning out loudly as he explodes into me, slower thrusts slamming all of him into me as he releases.

I twitch with every thrust, my body reacting to it sensitively as my high is still fresh. He pulls out of me and rolls over onto his back, breathing heavily.

We lay in silence for a couple minutes trying to compose ourselves as our hearts race.

“How would you feel about traveling?” He asks abruptly, turning to look at me.

“What?”

“I want you to go with me. Travel with me for concerts, be with me.” His voice is soft along with his expression as he pulls me closer to him.

“I’ll have to think about it… I have so much here. I can't just push it all back to leave with a man…” I place my hand on his cheek, debating back and forth with myself. I'd really like to say yes to him. So badly.

“I’ll have to talk to my friends…” I say softy. “But maybe.”

“Please consider it greatly.” He smiles and kisses me on the lips, pulling me into his chest. Our hair is still wet but our bodies are dry and warm.

Loud voices appear outside the door and it suddenly swings open, revealing Kihae, Taeil, and P.O.

P.O’s hand is up Kihae’s shirt and she slaps Taeil’s ass playfully as they walk in, not yet seeing us.

Taeil turns to kiss her, sandwiching her between him and P.O.

“Hey guys,” Jiho says, bringing attention to us. They all look up surprised, guilt written all over their faces. I hide my body behind Jiho and under the blanket as Kihae looks at me proudly. “I thought you were going to the mirror maze?”

“We already went,” Taeil says, scratching his head nervously. “We didn't expect you to be here, we’ll leave.”

The guys quickly rush from the room, Kihae turning to look at me as I give her a thumbs up. “3 SOME.” I mouth at her and she laughs before running out behind them.

“Well that's something I didn't expect…” Jiho says softly.

I climb on top of him, straddling him with a wide grin on my face. He looks at me with surprise and amusement as I start to grind against him, “since they know we’re here, let's take advantage and play all night.”

“As long as you keep in mind traveling with me; if you do, then we can do this every night.”

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-Bean

i’m still trying to make sense of narti’s death scene because no matter how hard i try i just can’t wrap my head around what actually happened there

my main beef with it is that it seems extremely out of character for lotor to kill anyone, not least one of his inner circle. i’m not saying this because i’m biased toward him and “uwu my precious boy can do no wrong” -- i guarantee i would have loved him even if he’d been a murderous asshole. but that’s the thing: he wasn’t. he was portrayed as someone who values mercy and poetic justice over mindless killing. yes, he’s a bad guy -- he sent throk off to rot with the ice worms -- but he’s not a murderer.

the fact that his killing narti drives the others, even acxa, to turn on him also seems to suggest that this was something very extreme on his part. so either he had a sudden fit of insanity, or else what he did was motivated but the rest of the team wasn’t up to speed with his reasoning. lotor was shown in season 3 to be a thinker and a strategist, and for that to work he has to be used to discussing plans with his team. if the deed was justified, how come he didn’t explain why? the team barely flinched when he killed narti -- he had plenty of time to talk it out with them.

here are some more of my fuckin questions and if you have answers PLEASE let me know

if lotor is actually prone to fits of instability and homicidal impulses, wouldn’t his team... know that? there could definitely be something up with him but it would’ve been nice if that were... indicated at all???

why bother to portray acxa as so devoted to lotor specifically, when she ends up turning on him for the sake of another team member? acxa and narti’s bond wasn’t explored at all, nor do we ever see the women bonding with one another without lotor there as part of the team.

compare and contrast mai and ty lee turning on azula: that shit made sense because azula was shown to be extremely volatile and ultimately self-absorbed, and mai and ty lee were shown to be good friends who genuinely cared for one another, so it made sense for them to pick each other over her.

meanwhile lotor only seems to lose his cool when his daddy issues are brought up, and he doesn’t direct that anger toward his team, so lolwhat

what was the relationship between lotor and his generals actually like? WHAT’S THEIR HISTORY i feel like that’s where the answers would lie, if there are any

i figured, since they are all half-galra, that there was some sort of deeper kinship there and a reason for them banding together, aside from him just selecting the strongest battle commanders. their unwavering trust in him would seem to further support this.

however, considering how quickly they decided to just turn him in, it would seem that there wasn’t much emotional attachment on at least zethrid and ezor’s parts, which again seems contradictory

what was narti actually doing? the way i initially interpreted things was that haggar was seeing through kova, and that kova may have been a sort of bug unbeknownst to narti. alternatively, narti could have been brainwashed/brought under haggar’s control involuntarily. this would make killing as opposed to incapacitating/interrogating her seem like... well... overkill

others have suggested narti was a traitor and a spy, but again -- there was zero buildup to this. nothing to show us beforehand that she was anything but loyal or that there was dissent within the ranks.

it’s not a good twist if it doesn’t make sense in retrospect

again, if lotor’s reasoning was sound and there was no option but to kill her, why is the scene so incredibly ambiguous? if he has reason to be suspicious of his people, why are they established as a united front?

there is such a thing as too much subtlety.

or maybe the writers just don’t fucking know either which is the feeling i’m getting at this point

i don’t fucking understand anything???????????

Star Wars: The Rise Of Skywalker

So this is about... 3 months late? I usually post reviews a couple weeks following the film’s release, but the last few months have been nothing short of awful. Maybe this quarantine has a good side - I can finally finish writing this! As I write this at the end of March 2020, I have literally 90% of this review finished. I don’t know what held me back.

But here we go. My thoughts, discussions, and a generally unbiased review of Star Wars: The Rise Of Skywalker. Major spoilers ahead, obviously.

Many people continue to emphasise the fact that the Star Wars films that have been released under Disney are all horrible. Although I do agree to an extent, The Last Jedi did end up being one of my favourite Star Wars films, and the trilogy wasn’t all that bad. But, Star Wars: The Rise Of Skywalker surpassed my predictions in so many ways. It was hilarious, emotional, shocking, disappointing, and aggravating to the point where everything left me crying anyway. So what am I gonna do to cope? Write about it.

Straight off the bat, the most important point I will continue to emphasise for all my time - Finnpoe should’ve been canon. I will ALWAYS stand by this statement and there were numerous scenes that prove my point. They have such an incredibly tight bond and it continued to grow tighter throughout this film. Always having each other’s back no matter what, with such a deep-rooted connection. I wish they had kissed after the hug in the reunion at the end - it was perfect. I would also like to send out a special thank you to Mr. Oscar Isaac for genuinely speaking out about the injustice done towards finnpoe and overall LGBTQ+ representation. He was so incredibly vocal about how scared Disney is to have this happen, and how amazing and impactful it would have been if they were canon. John Boyega said a lot about finnpoe too during press, which made me incredibly happy to see such support from the actors. Not a lot of actors speak out against poor decisions made in their movies, which is why there’s almost no change for the good.

On the topic of ships that were done injustice, let’s talk about Reylo, shall we?

The topic of Rey and Ben as a couple is extremely controversial. Another reason it took a while for me to finish this review is because I’ve done a LOT of research for evidence from both sides of the argument. Due to the incest factor, I’ve looked into if Palpatine is 100% Anakin’s father, but everything I’ve found has been contradicted with another point, or just speculation. But it’s a very important topic, so I’m going to discuss it in a non-biased manner, and as if the incest of it all has not been confirmed or denied. Please do feel free to send over any sources, I’m always open to look at it and discuss! Because whether or not their bond is considered romantic, it’s intimate and has a deep meaning to it.

Okay, that being said: they deserved better. Ben did not deserve to die the moment he finally felt loved and finally made a decision that was his own. All his life he’s been nothing but tormented by Palpatine, been told what to do and always had such awful inner conflict. Rey saw that conflict, she chose to try her best to help through everything. You cannot excuse the fact that what Ben has done in his life has been awful, but what we can do is understand that the voice that’s been telling him to do all this hasn’t been himself. He took control, he fought (WITH A BLUE LIGHTSABER, HOLY SH*T) side by side with Rey. The moment they finally got to hold each other out of war, he smiled for the first time; and then he died. The whole point of this was to see him redeem himself, and although he did, death should not always equal redemption! His story was supposed to be different, he was supposed to live. They were supposed to have a happy ending. And after reading several conspiracies, I’m fully convinced that he was supposed to live. Ben Solo DESERVED to live and it is beyond me that they chose to end one of, if not the most important film saga in cinematic history by letting him die in the hands of his LITERAL soulmate. It’s painful, and traumatising for people to watch.

Not only was his death painful, it just didn’t make any sense! The whole point of this trilogy was that Rey and Ben were a dyad in the force, and it was shown through certain scenes from The Last Jedi, and verbally mentioned by both Ben and Palpatine.

“A dyad in the force. A power like life itself.” (Palpatine)

“We’re a dyad in the force; two that are one.” (Kylo Ren)

So why the hell did Ben die? They built up this bond and portrayed it for 3 fucking movies just to have Rey defeat Palpatine herself? This bond was supposed to bring balance to the force. Rey and Ben are literally two force-sensitive beings, who share the power of one, which is BY FAR the most complex and influential relationship between 2 individuals that could possibly exist in the galaxy and you’re telling me that they touched on this topic for 5 minutes at the end of the entire trilogy and then threw it all away by killing off Ben? Seriously?

They had the capability to defeat Palpatine TOGETHER, and that would have been one of the most acclaimed scenes in Star Wars history. The symbolism of a Jedi and the Supreme Leader of the First Order fighting side-by-side would’ve been the most ideal representation of balance in the force.

I’ve also heard several contradictions towards Reylo and how it’s an abusive pairing? As an abuse victim, I believe that these two were at war as the Resistance and the First Order. Did you expect them to hold hands in TFA and TLJ? Hopefully not. All the hurtful things they did were just out of spite towards each other, if anything. And I think this is where I’ll go on and disagree with the Reylo kiss. It just didn’t make sense! There was tension throughout the film and just because he became Ben Solo again, they’re suddenly in love? I don’t know, if they wanted the kiss to make sense, Kylo Ren should have become Ben Solo in TLJ, so TROS could have worked on their positive relationship. The kiss was purely fan service, and it clearly did not please people anyway.

Moving on, the idea of Palpatine returning is absolutely beyond me. What was the point of the celebration at the end of Return of the Jedi? What was the point of the entire last two trilogies if they were just going to bring him back for shock effect? What I can say though is that the shock effect did work, and that the climax of the film was BRILLIANT. I’m sorry, but the scene where his force lightning makes contact with all the resistance ships, the scene when Rey fights his lightning with two lightsabers (Ben should’ve been there, but anyway...), it was visually stunning and deserves only a bit of praise.

But Rey being a Palpatine is the most RIDICULOUS plot twist in Star Wars history. Not only was it a terrible attempt at shocking the crowd in a “No [Luke], I am your father” way, the whole point of Rey’s arc was that she is from nowhere. SHE IS SUPPOSED TO BE REY FROM NOWHERE. And now she’s Rey Palpatine. Force powers don’t have to be hereditary. Like she did the same mind-controlling thing that Obi-Wan did at one point so why couldn’t she have been a Kenobi? They showed her letting out force lightening so they could justify her bloodline, and I think this is one of the most severe flaws of the film.

The sidelining of Rose was so disappointing to me. Not only of Rose, Finn too. JJ Abrams literally confirmed that we were going to get Finn’s backstory and we never ended up getting it. All we got was him yelling Rey’s name another 40 times. And, the one person’s story which we got, aka Poe, turned out to be a drug dealer. They made a Hispanic man a drug dealer. I will never, ever forgive them for doing all of this.

Another problem was of how rushed this entire film was. An incredible amount of information to put in a 2 and 1/2 hour film, and it wasn’t done all that well. Just when the audience had genuinely believed that Chewie had died, we see that he’s alive. If you’re gonna do a death-scare, make it believable? 3PO getting his memory wiped but then getting it back from R2 was rushed as well; what was the point of the whole emotional “Taking one last look sir, at my friends” if he was just going to get his memory back anyway? Overdramatic AND unnecessary. Once again circling back to Reylo; they started off the film indicating no signs of romantic tensions but they ended up kissing at the end? You could pull the enemies-to-lovers card on this, which would make sense to an extent but also could not justify how rushed their romance was. I wouldn’t say that such twists in the film weren’t interesting, but if they carried out the concept to a point where it made sense, it would have been better. This was just unnecessary and ruined the film even more.

Back to Finnpoe once again; the idea that they were each given a heterosexual partner in this film AFTER all the hype and the shipping was done, is queerbaiting at its finest. Maybe that’s not the right word, but it’s something shitty. Jannah and Zorii had a lot of potential as their individual characters but were reduced to love interests because Disney is homophobic and it really, really is disgusting to me.

Since when does the Force do all these things. Resurrecting people? Being dead and still being able to force lift things? Not to say that such powers couldn’t have been discovered by each individual, but to have brought them into the film as a plot device rather than a power each respective character has developed during their arc, is once again, unnecessary.

After the release, the fans got all but concept art and excerpts of the film, and what COULD have been. Explanations of what was trying to be conveyed in the film. If you are forced to explain the film you have just released through interviews, it sucked. There’s a saying that as a filmmaker, you must “trust your audience”. Abrams trusted his audience, and all we could see were the flaws and missing details.

Generally, several flaws of this film spawned out of the petty film-feud between JJ Abrams and Rian Johnson. What Johnson tried to do in The Last Jedi was outstanding, and was a very unique concept compared to other Star Wars films. Sure, it had flaws, but a Star Wars film is not a Star Wars film without plot-holes and shitshows. But what Abrams attempted in The Rise Of Skywalker was to contradict almost everything in the previous film. The Force Awakens was outstanding, don’t get me wrong, so I couldn’t really say that Abrams isn’t good for Star Wars. But the two directors’ creative differences should NOT have gotten in the way of telling a good story. This trilogy had potential, and this film was beyond important for millions of fans of all ages.

Adam Driver’s performance was brilliant. It’s upsetting that he didn’t even get much to say in the 3rd act other than “Ow” but he managed to do so well even without dialogue. He didn’t even have to speak to show the true transition between Kylo Ren and Ben Solo, you could see it through the tenderness of the emotions portrayed by Driver overtime.

It’s upsetting that Domhnall Gleeson didn’t get half as much screentime as he did in The Last Jedi, and the way they finished General Hux’s character arc was honestly pathetic. For a character with such antagonism to be reduced to a plot device that dies like THAT? Regardless, still an amazing performance by Gleeson as per usual.

John Boyega and Oscar Isaac continue to be my favourite people ever. Their characters deserve so much better and I am GLAD that John is speaking his mind on social media, regardless of the... aftermath of it.

If I talk about the way that Han and Leia deserved better, I will not stop talking. Just know that is a point I want to get across. And, Rest in Peace Carrie Fisher. We love and miss you tremendously and it hurts me to know that had you been around, you would not have let this film be so awful.

To conclude this extremely lengthy and overdramatic review of Star Wars: The Rise Of Skywalker, I would like to push aside the numerous flaws of this film and try my best to look at the bright side of the disaster. The rainbow after the storm. Whatever.

I believe that this film was really good if you disconnect it from the rest of the franchise. For round 3 of this film in theatres, I went with a friend who had only seen The Force Awakens and about half of The Last Jedi; and she loved it. It’s definitely not a clear judgement, but I tried to look at her perspective and I got it. Disconnect the story, the expectations, and the background of each character which inevitably leads to expectations of the end of their character arc. It’s difficult, and honestly stupid to look at it like this, but as someone who just wants to smile during a film; I think there’s no fun in hate. Most of the effects in this film were gorgeous (let’s forget force ghost Luke). Take that, the larger-than-life scale of events, the emotions, the impeccable score, I believe it to be nothing short of a cinematic masterpiece. I’ll take the tomatoes you throw at me because I have to admit, watching this film in theatre was an experience I’d love to have again. I cheered my ass off when Ben pulled out the blue lightsaber in the climax.

I don’t think I could ever be a real film critic solely because I will always find some way to enjoy the film no matter how awful it is.

As usual, honorary mention to the phenomenal score that is present in every Star Wars films. Hats off to John Williams, thank you for making the audience cry for 40+ years. We love you!

It’s 5:45am as I’m finishing this off and as a side note, since I’m overly-emotional, I’d like to say something. The hatred and conflict created by The Rise Of Skywalker has blinded us of our true love for what Star Wars once was. Star Wars is a film saga about hope, love, faith, and the way (almost) every film has managed to convey it, always brings tears to my eyes. It upsets me to see it, and I hope that everyone slowly grasps back onto their once-love for Star Wars.

May the force be with you.

First Lines Meme

I got tagged by @thevikingwoman, @galadrieljones, and @princessvicky01. Thank you, ladies!!! <3

Rules: List the first lines of your last 10 stories. See if there are any patterns. Then tag 10 of your favorite authors!

“Fucked Up” - How to Win Wars and Influence Nobles (Ch. 19) (coming really soon!)

Belle had bad habits. She had bad habits and she had vices. She touched her mouth too much. She occasionally talked for the sole purpose of filling the silence. She enjoyed cheese more than any one person had the right to do. She had a quick temper. She held grudges. She could be brutal and unreasonable.

She yammered on and on and on about her argument with Cullen as Dorian watched her pace. Unconcealed laughter danced in his gray eyes while she blathered about how angry she was, how obtuse Cullen was being, and how fucking stupid the entire fight had been. She would not allow the mage a word of counsel or retort as she recounted the play-by-play of the entire event in excruciating and undoubtedly biased detail. It was only when she collapsed in a cross-armed huff into the chair opposite his that he managed to ask her a question.

“Cake” - Cullen and Sera Friendship

“Eat it.”

“What did you put in this?”

“Things. And other things. Eat it.”

“Why did you bring this to me?”

“Maker’s hairy danglebag, just eat it, Commander Fuzzy Shoulders! It’s good, yeah? So put it in your face.”

“Oh Give Me a Home (Ch. 1)” - Old West/Wild West AU

The weight of the six-shooter on Cullen’s hip grounded him. He rested his right hand on his belt, fingertips brushing against that dark metal and ivory handle. A part of him hated standing out in the heat and the dust waiting for the daily stagecoach, though he did it every afternoon like clockwork.

He stood there, sweating under his hat, the wide brim of which bore the small mercy of keeping the sun from his amber eyes. He could feel more sweat beading under his arms, and he shuffled his stance to prevent the moisture from touching the smaller pistol tucked against his ribcage. The windless heat bore down on him like an old corpse, rank and heavy and stale. His office would not be much better when he returned. It would have even less airflow, if that was possible. He could not voice these complaints, however. Such was the nature of Solace in the Western Approach. Such was the nature of midday in the summer months. Such was the nature of his position as Sheriff of Val Sable, a small city named for its expanse of sand. Fitting.

“Brother Mine” - Cullen and Mia Rutherford Childhood

The first nips of autumn chilled the sunset air as Mia made her way toward the lake. She took all her shortcuts through wheat fields and herds of sheep and goats. She ran from the mean gaggle of geese in front of the Woodridges’ house, and they chased her for a little while, honking and shouting until she ducked through the far fence. She wished her feet were bare, but she remembered the last time she left muddy footprints in the house and wore her shoes.

“In His Arms” - Cullen Rutherford Fatherhood

Cullen’s neck was sore, but it was not sore enough to stop him from looking down. He had been watching his infant daughter sleep since her birth-swollen eyes had drifted shut. Tiny snores rattled out of her as she slept, and her small chest rose and fell beneath her swaddle.

She was perfect. Down to the speck of a mole on her cheek, she was perfect. She was perfect and she was his.

“Salt Air” - Cullen and Cassandra Friendship

The Waking Sea was not the largest sea in Thedas. Cullen knew that well enough. Their voyage would only last another week. Cullen knew that well enough. His entire life would be changed when they made landfall. Cullen knew that well enough.

Still, his nerves would not be calmed. Perhaps it was because he got seasick. Perhaps it was because he knew that he would stop taking lyrium once they made it to Haven. Perhaps it was because he was expected to command an army following his crushing failures in Kirkwall.

“Among the Bound” - Baby Templar Cullen

The library was, far and away, Cullen’s favorite place in the Circle tower. It may have been his favorite place in all of Ferelden. The sight of it and the scent of it and the way the air seemed to change when he crossed the threshold gave the place a grandiose mysticism that made his heart race. He grew closer to the Maker the closer he came to those books.

In the Circle, time was as material as it was immaterial. Cullen’s life was lived in a series of unvarying rituals and routines. As much as time passed, as much as things always seemed just on the cusp of changing, nothing ever really did. Every moment was planned and accounted for from before dawn until well after the fall of night. There was a time for reciting every Canticle of the Chant. There was a time for every meal. There was a time for every duty.

“The Blood of the Wicked” -  How to Win Wars and Influence Nobles (Ch. 18)

Hauling Samson from the Arbor Wilds to Skyhold was proving more problematic than Cullen had anticipated. The first problem was the limited cadre that would allow them to travel fast enough to get to Skyhold before any of Samson’s information became useless to the Inquisition. Due to their diminutive ranks, the soldiers alternated watch and guard shifts with the members of the inner circle who had not gone into the Temple of Mythal with Max. Not only was it a logistical complication, but Cullen was constantly forced to intervene when Sera decided she was going to kill Samson after he ran his mouth during her guard rotation.

And Samson did run his mouth. That was the second problem. It was all too likely that the man sought to get himself killed by one person or another before reaching Skyhold where his knowledge of Corypheus’s plans would be plucked from his skull by whatever means Max deemed appropriate. Samson pecked and gnawed at everyone around him, and was spat on an punched more than once for his efforts.

“War is Hell (And It’s Not Just a Fucking Cliche” -  How to Win Wars and Influence Nobles (Ch. 17)

Forced marches could suck a fucking dick. Better yet, they could suck two dicks and a left nut.

Belle’s entire body ached from tip to tail. Her head ached more the further south they marched because, apparently, there were still allergens in Thedas to compress her sinuses. Her neck, back, ass, crotch, and thighs ached from riding in the carriage and riding on horseback. She walked when she could, but she almost snapped her ankle on the third day and had to stop trying.

“This Happened Once Before” - Cullen x Belle Dream

“You should not be in here.”

Belle startled beside the kitchen fire, sending her half-eaten Orlesian bread roll hurtling into the fireplace and slamming closed the massive tome between her thighs. Her hand flew to her chest. “Jesus balls on a bike!” She hissed in a breath. “Fuck.”

Things I Noticed: I tend to start with dialogue or scene-setting. Sometimes, with the chaptered fic stuff, I’ll use the first few paragraphs to fill in the gaps between chapters. But it looks like I really like to paint a picture with the first few lines/paragraphs. I want the feeling of it to set in before we go too far. If there’s hear or exhaustion or inertia, I want my reader to have a sense of it.

Hmm.

It looks like most everyone I can think of at the moment has already been tagged, but if you haven’t and you wanna do it, I tag you!!!