#bisexual mor just so you know

[separatist-apologist]

Hot To Go

Summary: During Nesta's bachelor party, everyone agrees to pick out an embarrassing shirt for someone else. Emerie is game to play along until she realizes her long-standing crush Morrigan will be at the same bar.

Good thing Mor has a sense of humor.

For @ablogofsapphicpanic | Read on AO3

Thank you @octobers-veryown for the last minute moodboard

Fic based on this tiktok

“Nesta, please,” Emerie complained, holding the tissue papered bag sitting in her lap. “We don’t have—”

“Open it,” Nesta interrupted, crowned queen of the weekend by a plastic silver tiara. A white sash crossed her body with the words BRIDE-TO-BE stamped across it in purple lettering. Nesta wanted a different kind of bachelorette party—one where they spent the majority of their long weekend indoors watching movies and reading books. There was a pool out back they’d spent the morning lounging beside but tonight Emerie Archeron had convinced her older sister that they should go to the bar just once.

And then meddlesome, annoying, stupid Elain had made the worst suggestion Emerie had ever heard. What if we picked out bad shirts for each other? What if Emerie slapped her across the face, what then? Nesta would be pissed and Elain would cry, that's what would happen. Emerie didn’t want to go to the bar where she’d be surrounded by men in too tight t-shirts and hair gelled to the heavens. And she certainly didn’t want to spend the night pulling those same drunk losers off her friends only to get called a whole host of slurs she didn’t care to repeat.

Their husbands and boyfriends will kill you for fun, I’m doing you a favor. 

If only you could casually mention that to strangers. As if those pathetic dudes would listen. Emerie would have to call up Azriel again, and Azriel’s general demeanor would destroy the vibe she had spent so much time cultivating. Even when he was incandescently happy he was brooding. Gwyn would spend all her time sitting in his lap while Nesta, Emerie, and Elain all blushed furiously every time he spoke, as if there was anything terribly special about him. Objectively, she supposed he was handsome but so what? A lot of men were.

Emerie was the last person at the table. With reluctance, she pulled out the glittery pink paper that had clearly been put together by Elain. It was simply too pretty to have been done by anyone else. 

Unfolding the black material, Emerie groaned when she saw the image printed on the fabric. A brown meatball wearing leather bondage gear stared back at her. Even if she hadn’t understood the pun, the shirt ensure everyone would get the joke thanks to the white lettering that read: Meatball Sub. 

Elain clapped her hands together, eyes bright with delight. “I thought that was so funny.” Don’t ruin this, Emerie thought to herself. Meeting the brown eyes of Nesta’s younger sister from across the table, she forced an easy smile on her face.

“It is funny,” she lied. It was stupid. But this was for Nesta, and Emerie loved Nesta more than she hated the shirt. She’d bought so many nice outfits for this trip—tight slacks and even tighter tanktops, bodycon dresses that weren’t her favorite but looked good, paired with tall heels that made her tower over her friends, and even cute little shorts and t-shirts that showed off her body should some hot girl in a bikini be wandering by.

“Lets change and then head out,” Nesta said, cheeks flushed with excitement. Emerie shot a look at Gwyn, who merely shrugged delicate shoulders in response. They were sharing a room in the cabin Emerie’s husband had graciously given up for the next four days—if cabin was even what it could be called. More like massive-beach-house-worth-millions, but Emerie wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. It was interesting to her the way rich people described their things. This was hardly a cabin and yet to Rhysand, maybe it was. Maybe he considered this slumming it, somehow. 

“It’s just a couple hours,” Gwyn reminded Emerie once the door to their shared room was firmly shut. 

“I hate these bars,” Emerie complained, flopping onto the twin bed closest to the window. “It’s spring break—they’re crawling with frat douche losers that have never been told no in their lives.”

“You know why she really wants to go, right?” Gwyn asked, pulling her shirt off to put the offensive one overtop. 

“If you say Cassian—”

“He’s somewhere around here, and I think she just wants to see him,” Gwyn said with a relish. “He was giving her all that shit about staying in when she should be going wild. Now Nesta can show him she’s having fun his way, too.”

“And what happens when Az catches some loser putting his hands on you?” Emerie asked, rising up on her elbows to look at Gwyn.

“He’ll have to deal with it in an emotionally intelligent way.”

“Is that what he’s calling his fists these days?”

Gwyn grinned. “Just let her have this. One night of embarrassment for a weekend of quiet.”

“Fine.”

Emerie got ready like she would for any other club-like event, putting a full face of make up on and carefully curling her hair to make it look as though she’d come straight from the beach once she finger combed out the waves into messy waves. All that was left was the stupid shirt and a pair of skin tight leggings beneath.

There were never any interesting women at these places. It almost didn’t matter what she looked like, except Emerie took a small amount of satisfaction knowing that when a man inevitably called her an ugly bitch they’d be lying through their teeth. 

Gwyn had done even less, slicking on some mascara and tinted chapstick before calling it a day. Of the three of them, these types of places made her the most uncomfortable. She’d go only for Nesta, and was likely only smiling because she believed Azriel was going to be there. Still, Gwyn never tried to accentuate how beautiful she was, nervous of the unwanted attention—as if what had happened to her was her fault.

“Want to stick together?” Emerie asked, noting the way Gwyn’s teal eyes filled with relief.

“Yes,” she breathed, rising to her feet. Emerie tugged at the too-big shirt that fell just beneath the curve of her ass, wishing she was wearing anything else.

“If it starts getting rowdy, we can go somewhere else,” Emerie promised, looping her arm through Gwyn’s.

“I was googling lesbian bars,” Gwyn said with a grin. “There’s one a couple blocks away if you want to…you know…” “Shut up,” Emerie said, elbowing her friend gently in the ribs. 

“It’s been a while,” Gwyn pressed on, undaunted by Emerie’s obvious embarrassment. “And I didn’t like the last girl, whatever her name was. Too…”

Emerie sighed. “Unfaithful?”

“That too,” Gwyn said with a scowl. 

“I don’t think you meet marriageable women at bars,” Emerie reminded Gwyn, annoyed that Cassian had met Nesta in a college bar and was now marrying her. It had started off a chain reaction in their tiny friend group—Azriel was so obviously just biding his time, waiting for Cassian to get married so he could propose.

And then Emerie would be the only single person among married women. Would they even want to hang out with her anymore? Would they stay friends? It kept her up at night. Emerie knew if she gave voice to these insecurities, her friends would rush to reassure her it wasn’t true and she’d feel no better. She just wasn’t having the same luck in the romance department.

Squeezing into one car, Emerie managed to snag the passenger seat from Elain, who pouted in the back but otherwise said nothing. If nothing else, Emerie considered that a victory even if she was out voted and Taylor Swift blared the entire way to the bar. 

“It’s busy,” Nesta said, eyes scanning the line of people waiting to get in. 

“Send Elain up,” Emerie suggested, glancing at her older sister.

“In this?” Elain demanded as she held out her comically oversized shirt. “Don’t make me.”

It didn’t matter, ultimately. The bouncer caught sight of Nesta strolling by in heels and waved her in while eyeing her up and down. Nesta pretended she didn’t notice but both Emerie and Emerie did, glaring daggers from just behind her before handing over their ID.

And then they were inside. The music was so loud Emerie could barely hear herself think, teeth rattling in time with the beat. It was her job to elbow through the crowd hanging around the bar and scream everyone's order over the music before doling out drinks while watching the man who made them. Just in case. She didn’t like the way he was open mouthed staring at Elain, who seemed to have the effect on everyone who saw her. 

While the rest of the group made their way to the dance floor, Gwyn and Emerie secured the last high top in a pretty secluded corner where the music didn’t seem to be quite so loud and they could talk. 

“I’m gonna sit closer,” Gwyn told Emerie, putting her hand over top of Emerie’s as a man began walking toward them. He turned abruptly, realizing he’d have no luck over here which had been Gwyn’s obvious goal if her triumphant smile was anything to go by. 

“Oh, look!” she said, pointing across the room. It was, just as Gwyn had predicted, Cassian and Azriel towering over the crowd, unaware that Nesta was a few feet away dancing in a god-awful shirt. As Emerie watched, she found Rhysand holding several drinks in one hand and cutting a path through a crowd that parted like the red sea. She’d have looked away, annoyed by the converging parties had she not noticed who was walking just behind Rhys.

There, in a red dress so tight it might have been painted against tanned skin, stood Morrigan. Emerie was embarrassed by how hot she thought Rhys’s cousin was, and yet… Christ. Her blonde hair cascaded like sunlight down her back and her brown eyes were crowned with gold just around the iris, visible even in the dim lighting of the club. Emerie had never been able to get words out in front of Morrigan, so she just avoided her, embarrassed to be a cliche. The lesbian with a crush on a straight girl—it was a constant theme in her life, especially when she was younger.

She’d asked Nesta about Morrigan once, who’d gone on a rant about Mor sleeping with Lucien’s dad, and Emerie had dropped the subject. There was no love lost between them—apparently Cassian and Mor had a thing a million years ago, too. 

Still. She was the most beautiful woman Emerie had ever seen, and it was a shame that beauty would be wasted on some loser that would never really appreciate her. 

“Oh, here they come,” Gwyn said, sitting up a little straighter in her chair. Cassian had caught sight of her and Gwyn, waving across the crowd as Rhys set drinks down in the booth she bet he’d paid actual money for. He beckoned for the two of them to join.

“Gwyn—”

“Rhys will pay our tab if we go,” she said, silencing any protests Emerie might offer. Rhys did always pay when they were all together and unlike Rhys, Emerie had to work for a living. If he was willing to foot the tab for overpriced drinks filled with more water than cheap vodka, who was she to say no? 

They sauntered over, Emerie’s heart racing as Mor’s eyes fell on her. She whispered something to her cousin, who stood and traded places so when she and Gwyn arrived, Mor said, “Em! Sit by me.”

Gwyn was already—and predictably—in Azriel’s lap, whispering something in his ear that made his cheeks darken noticeably. So it was like that then, was it? Emerie plopped down while Rhys shoved at Az so he could edge out space on the end of the booth.

“What are you wearing?” Mor asked, her laugh more like a herald of bells. Emerie was flustered, breathing the same air and unable to take her eyes off Mor’s red painted mouth.

“Oh. Uh…”

“It was Elain’s idea!” Gwyn called from across the table, shooting Emerie a wink they all noticed. 

Cassian rolled his eyes when he heard. “No offense, but…Meatball Sub?”

“It’s a pun,” Emerie explained in a deadpan, forgetting about Mor for just a second. Just until Mor scooted, her knee accidentally brushing Emeries. Had she meant to do that? “You know, like a meatball sub sandwich? But it’s wearing a gag, like a—”

“I get the joke!” Cassian snapped, eyes narrowed. Mor tipped her head back and laughed, unaware of how hard Emerie’s heart was beating at the sight. 

“Are you sure, Cass?” Mor asked, leaning back against the padded booth so her palm was flat against the seat. Her pinky touched Emerie’s, causing Emerie to jerk her hand back as if she’d been burned. Was that an accident, too? She was terrified to look over and realize she’d read it wrong, and more scared to look over and even more scared to look and find Mor had meant to touch her.

Mor was just friendly, she reminded herself. She was always draped all over Emerie when they were out together. It was nothing—a mere accident. 

Cassian scooted his way out to find Nesta, still scowling over at Mor and Emerie.

“So,” Mor said, turning entirely to face Emerie. She pulled her hand from the seat to rest her head against her fist. Eyes wholly focused on Emerie, she continued, “Tell me what you’ve been up to.”

“Oh…you know,” Emerie replied, suddenly embarrassed by the attention. “Nothing interesting.”

“I don’t believe that for a second. C’mon,” she cajoled, her free hand squeezing Emerie’s knee. “I want to hear about it anyway. I feel like we never get to talk and you’re so interesting!”

Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god—

“You first,” Emerie said, unsure where that came from. Mor grinned as she leaned closer, unaware of how the movement pushed her breasts up toward her neck. Emerie could see from the corner of her eye, though she was trying hard not to actually look.

“Oh, you know. I got dragged along to Cass’s bachelor party,” Mor began, looking around the bar. “This place sucks but if I smile at the bouncer, they let us all in for free.”

“Nesta did the same thing,” Emerie told Mor. “Where are you guys staying?”

She nodded with her head in the direction of the DJ. “ Rhys gave up the cabin so we’re at the resort. It’s pretty nice—I was at the pool all morning before Cass dragged us out here.”

“Same,” Emerie replied with a sigh as she leaned back in the booth. “Now I’m out…in this.”

“Stop,” Mor said as she toyed with Emerie’s sleeve. “I think it’s cute.”

“It’s not,” Emerie grumbled, heart racing all over again. Mor was so close and she smelled so good, it was making it hard to think. 

“Is…is that something you’re interested in?” Mor asked casually, eyes drifting back to the shirt.

“No!” Emerie hastened to say, embarrassed all over again. “No, nothing like that.”

“So you don’t like being tied up?” Mor pressed, eyes practically burning a hole in Emerie’s skull. 

“I…I’m not against it, I guess?” she managed, reaching for her glass to give her mouth something to do. 

Mor began twirling a lock of golden hair around a perfectly manicured finger. “What room are you staying in?”

“The upstairs one with the twin beds,” she said quickly. Mor laid her land back against the table and this time Emerie noticed that while the ring and pinkie finger were long and sharp, the middle and pointer were shorter. Blunter. 

Emerie looked up at Mor, who was watching her with cat-like intensity. Was she doing this on purpose? 

“I have my own room,” she said casually, a sly smile spreading over a truly beautiful face. “That’s the benefit of being the only girl on a guy's trip.”

“That sounds nice.”

“It’s quiet,” Mor continued, dragging her finger over the condensation that had dripped to the table. “Overlooks the beach.”

Emerie offered a weak smile. “I’m jealous.”

“Want to see it?” Mor asked bluntly, sighing ever so slightly. “I’m bored of this place. Too many drunk guys that think every ass needs to be touched.”

“What about Cass—”

“He won’t care if I’m missing. I was invited out of pity, anyway. I’m sure you know Nesta isn’t my biggest fan.”

Mor was scooting closer, indicating Emerie should get out of the booth. Fishing her phone from her clutch, Emerie sent a quick text to Nesta and Gwyn.

Heading out with Mor for a bit—gonna get some air and talk a bit. Meet you back at the house.

Mor slunk off to tell Rhys, who glanced over at Emerie before saying something that earned a vicious punch to the shoulder. Rhys only grinned, gripping his arm, as Mor made her way back to Emerie.

“All good?”

“All good,” Emerie agreed, still impossibly nervous. They said nothing as they made their way out, fingers brushing each time the crowd surged around them, forcing them closer before they could spring apart again. Mor seemed comfortable with the whole thing and Emerie was jealous. She wanted Mor’s easy confidence. 

“I heard you slept with Lucien’s dad,” Emerie blurted out the moment they were out beneath the starry summer sky.

Mor grinned. “Yeah? I did,” she said without embarrassment. “I didn’t know he was Lucien’s dad, in my defense. He was just…some hot guy I thought was interesting.”

“Is that your type, then?”

Mor’s eyes crinkled at the corners. “Do you not know?”

Emerie shook her head no, throat coated with sand. 

“I just figured…” Mor shook her head, her smile undimmed. “My type is tall, dark, and gorgeous. Lucien’s dad almost fits the bill…but I prefer women.”

“Oh,” Emerie said, unable to think of anything more clever to say. “I just figured…”

“I’m not opposed to men for a night, but I’d never date one. God, can you imagine?” she said with a laugh.

“No,” Emerie admitted with relief. “I saw Cassian and Azriel’s shared bathroom, I think I’ll pass.”

“I know, right? God, I used to clean it for them when they all shared a dorm room.”

“You’re better than me,” Emerie replied with a shudder. The thought of cleaning their shared bathroom made her want to vomit. She could only imagine how gross it must have looked. 

“Cassian got it together when he met Nesta. He knew she wasn’t going to tolerate pee all over the toilet.”

“He’s right,” Emerie agreed with a laugh. “Nesta is immaculate.”

“And you?”

Emerie’s stomach flipped over as Mor’s shoulder brushed hers. “I uh…probably not as much. I keep a lot of plants at my place so it’s…you know…crowded.”

“Plants? Anything else?” Mor asked, eyes burning like the stars overhead. 

“I have a cat,” Emerie told her, thinking of her little apartment back in Velaris. “Her name is Mist.”

“Like one of the thirteen,” Mor said knowingly, unaware of how Emerie’s knees shook.

“You like mythology?”

“Not really,” she admitted as they crossed the street toward the large resort just across the way. Palm trees swayed in the wind, breaking up the traffic nicely. “But Cass said you did, so…”

“Why would Cassian tell you that?” Emerie demanded without thinking. “That’s kind of weird.”

Mor’s cheeks flushed orange beneath the artificial lights overhead.

“I asked him what you liked,” she admitted. 

“Why?” Emerie, at least, could guess why. She wasn’t that obtuse, after all. Still, she wanted to hear the words leave Mor’s pretty lips, if only to put her mind at ease.

“You’re beautiful,” Mor admitted as Emerie rushed ahead to open the door for her. Mor thought she was beautiful? A breeze could have carried her away. “I just figured Cass blabbed.”

“Nope. He kept it a total secret,” she said, unable to help her grin. 

“Oh. Well…that…I just figured you knew and—”

“I have such a crush on you,” Emerie blurted out while Mor pressed the button for the elevator. “When I saw you tonight, and I realized I was wearing this shirt, I just…”

“Stop, I love it,” Mor lied, fingers skimmed the back of Emerie’s elbow. “You look so cute. Besides, I got to ask if you liked being tied up which made it totally worth it.”

“Is that why I’m here? To be your meatball sub?” Emerie joked, heart racing all the same.

“Hardly,” Mor replied with a laugh. “We can do whatever you want.”

“And if I wanted to kiss you?”

Mor sucked in a soft breath. “That would be nice.”

They were in an elevator—this wasn’t how Emerie imagined it. And right then, drinking in the sight of Mor who was nearly as tall as she was even in heels, Emerie thought he might die of want if she didn’t kiss Mor. Stepping closer, all Emerie could think about was how nice Mor smelled. Emerie just needed to know if Mor tasted half as good.

Sliding her fingers into Mor’s unbound hair, Emerie pressed her lips to Mor’s as Mor stepped back, hitting the mirrored wall with a soft, sweet sigh. Hell, she tasted sweeter than Emerie had imagined even as her lipstick smeared across Emerie’s mouth. She wanted to see it stained over her skin, too, proof that they’d been together. 

One chaste kiss became two, became a third, until Emerie was practically flush against Mor. She’d forgotten where they were until the doors dinged open and the sound of voices pulled apart. The pair looked behind them to find a couple staring right back, eyes wide.

Emerie wasn’t going to apologize and was grateful when Mor didn’t either. She merely burst into giggles before slipping her hand in Emerie’s and tugging her out. 

“Whoops,” Mor whispered, fishing her keycard out of her clutch. “Lost track of things in there.”

“Same,” Emerie agreed, heart thudding. “I uh…look. I really like you. And maybe I should go and just…call you? In the morning?”

“Or,” Mor suggested as she swung the door open wide, “you could stay with me tonight and let me buy you brunch in the morning? You can borrow one of my suits if you want and we could hang out by the pool?”

“I want to take you on a date,” Emerie said firmly, desperate to go inside.

“Okay,” Mor said, still standing in front of the open door. “So do I. Will you come inside, now?”

Emerie nodded, grateful to have gotten that out of the way. She’d sworn she wasn’t doing any more one night stands that ended in hurt feelings. That was especially important for her and Mor given they were going to be seeing so much of each other long after this ended.

Mor’s room was a suite, complete with a living room and a kitchen. The balcony doors were thrown open, allowing salty summer air to flood through the room. Taking her hand, Mor led Emerie down a short hallway to the room she’d obviously been sleeping in—the bed was still unmade. A little succulent sat on a nightstand and the room itself smelled like the candy sweet of Mor’s perfume. Emerie wanted to bury her face in the pillow and inhale deeply.

“You ruined my grand gesture,” Mor told her, closing the door quietly behind them. “Will you be my date to Cass’s wedding?”

The grin that spread across Emerie’s face threatened to split her in half. “Yeah. Of course I will.”

Mor exhaled. “Good. I’ll have the hottest date there.”

Emerie rolled her eyes, cheeks burning all the same. It would be her with the hottest date, but who needed to quibble, truly? Not when Mor was standing right in front of her, chin inclined with so much expectations. There was a bed right behind and if Emerie played her cards right, she’d know exactly how Mor tasted by the end of the night.

Indecision gripped her. Did she just kiss her? Touch her? Push her to the bed and strip her naked before committing Mor’s naked form to memory? 

“Get out of your own head,” Mor whispered, sliding her hand around Emerie’s neck. “I don’t bite. Unless you want me to?”

“Maybe,” Emerie admitted, the thought filling her with heat. 

This time, Mor took the lead. Slipping out of her heels, Mor had to lift up on her tiptoes in order to meet Emerie’s mouth and Emerie liked the sight of it. Or, maybe she merely liked the sight of Mor’s unabashed desire, a mirror for her own. It felt good to be wanted, especially by a woman Emerie had a crush on. 

She could admire her good fortune later. Right then, Mor was tugging her back, falling to the unmade bed behind them with a soft, dreamy sigh. She was so soft and smelled like almonds and cherry, her lips stick from the gloss over her lipstick. Emerie was drunk on the taste of her tongue in her mouth, obsessed with Mor’s soft skin beneath her fingertips. Blonde curls swirled around her head like an angel and when Mor opened her eyes to look, Emerie found her eyes so dark they looked as though they were all iris. Were it not for that familiar ring of gold, she might have been lost.

Mor reached up and brushed a lock of Emerie’s hair behind her ear. “You’re so pretty,” Mor sighed sweetly. 

“No, you,” Emerie replied like a petulant school child. Mor laughed and Emerie kissed her again, teeth clashing as they giggled. It took a moment for the silliness to fade back into undiluted desire. Emerie slid to the side of Mor’s body, one leg draped over her hip as she tried to decide what she ought to do.

Mor seemed to notice her indecision or perhaps knew that she was impossibly nervous. “Lay back,” she whispered with sultry eyes. Emerie did as she was told, fingers bunching the white sheets with more nerves. Mor straddled her waist before running a finger over Emerie’s exposed collarbone.

Mor pulled her leggings off, pausing at the shirt for a moment before sliding her fingers beneath the fabric to drag her knuckles over Emerie’s bare skin as she lifted it over her head. Emerie shivered, goosebumps trailing behind Mor’s touch, her desperation to touch and taste every inch of Mor reaching a fever pitch. She did feel a moment of embarrassment when  Mor looked down her body, hidden only by an unremarkable bra and a pair of nude panties. If she’d known…

Mor sighed, leaning to kiss Emerie again with more passion before. Emerie felt clumsy and almost embarrassed as she, too, unhooked Mor’s zipper and slid it down, but fair was fair, right? And she wanted to feel Mor’s breasts pressed against her chest, wanted to see if all of her was as smooth as she seemed. 

Mor was in a matching lace set and somehow Emerie imagined that was just how she always was. Every bra came with a matching pair of panties, every day was carefully planned. Mor was immaculate in a way Emerie could never hope to emulate, which only made her like Mor more. 

“What do you like?” Mor whispered, breath warm against Emerie’s face. “Do you like…?”

“Everything,” Emerie breathed. “All of it.”

“Everything?” Mor asked, amusement sparkling. With a touch, she had Emerie’s bra unhooked and when had she even gotten her hand back there? Mor cocked her head, golden hair spilling over her naked shoulder as she looked at Emerie. “Giving? Receiving?”

“Yeah,” Emerie began, rising up earnestly. “Let me—”

Mor pushed her gently to the bed, shaking her head back and forth. “Me first.”

“What do you like?”

“You,” Mor replied with a grin, unhooking her own bra casually before dropping it off the side of the bed. Emerie felt her brain short circuit, hands moving on their own accord to touch rosy nipples and soft skin. How was Mor real? Surely she was hallucinating and would wake up any moment in some dirty bar bathroom, still dressed in that terrible shirt while Mor continued to ignore her existence. 

Emerie got what she wanted, dream or not. Mor leaned down, pressing her breasts against Mor to kiss her again, and again, her tongue stroking Emerie’s with a feverish hunger that left her breathless and desperate. She could have died happy just kissing Mor. They were silk on silk, kissing like they had all the time in the world. Emerie wanted to savor it, to drag the moment out for an eternity.

Mor’s fingers slid down Emerie’s stomach, skimming over hip bones as she asked, “Can I?” “Yes,” Emerie panted, arching her hips just enough to offer full, unbridled permission. Mor removed her plain panties, leaving Emerie laid bare before Mor’s hungry brown eyes. Mor didn’t linger, dragging her lips over Emerie’s bare skin as she settled between Emerie’s parted thighs. Oh, god. 

Emerie gasped, tangling her fingers back in Mor’s hair, passion and need rising in her throat. Every little brush of Mors body against her own was a wildfire. Emerie couldn’t stop touching—Mor’s silky hair, her smooth back, the slope of her neck.  She needed to map out Mor’s body with her fingertips first, though she wanted to trace each soft curve with her tongue next.

Emerie gathered up Mor’s thick, blonde curls as Mor settled herself against the sheets, peering up for just a moment. Just to confirm, Emerie realized, that she still wanted this. Emerie exhaled a breath and tugged, silent permission to the unasked question.

I’ll die if you don’t, she wanted to say. 

“Tell me to stop,” Mor breathed, pushing Emerie’s legs further apart, “if I do something you don’t like.”

Emerie’s brain had stopped entirely. All she knew was Mor between her thighs, her finger slowly exploring the wet expanse of Emerie’s aching, tender flesh. Emerie had expected her to lower her mouth—or maybe she’d hoped, at any rate—but Mor was content merely to watch and touch, drawing forth Emerie’s undeniable arousal. Mor kissed the insides of Emerie’s legs, moving slowly upwards towards the thatch of trimmed curls just above her pussy. 

“You’re so pretty,” Mor whispered into the hair, kissing there, too. “I like this.”

Emerie sighed again, relaxing against the pillow. Excitement bloomed hot in her stomach, traveling past her navel like little frissons of electricity. Mor, too, took a steadying breath and Emerie wondered if it was possible the unshakable Mor was nervous, too. 

Emerie almost asked, but then Mor’s face was against Emerie, tongue licking and Emerie moaned, the only form of language left to her. Mor exhaled again, her warm breath fanning against Emerie’s overheated pussy. Emerie felt overstimulated already, keyed up and excited. Every fantasy she’d ever had of this exact scenario paled in comparison to the real thing. Every touch was soft and precise, the touch of someone who knew what she was doing and liked doing it. Mor moaned, fingers gripping Emerie’s thighs to push her even wider, until Emerie merely draped them over Mor’s shoulders. 

The sight was so erotic that Emerie could have come from that alone. Digging her heels against Mor’s shoulder blades, Emerie whispered soft encouragement.

“That’s perfect,” she hissed as Mor’s tongue lapped at her aching, needy clit. Emerie couldn’t stop staring, wished she had a camera so she could see everything Mor was doing with her mouth, too. Mor, too, seemed transfixed, eyes bouncing between Emerie’s face and what was happening between her legs. 

Mor’s eyes occasionally fluttered shut, the sight punctuated by the softest, appreciative moan. It looked as if Mor wanted to savor the taste of Emerie, wanted to drag things out as long as possible. Emerie wanted that, too, desperately counting in her head to stave off the building arousal pooling low against her spine. 

Mor’s finger rimmed around her opening, offering the lightest pressure without penetrating. Her tongue stayed firmly on her clit, slowly increasing the speed until Emerie was panting and tugging at Mor’s hair, needy and desperate. She was so close, was practically flying off that edge into nothing. 

“Oh God, Mor—” Emerie choked out her release, arching so hard her toes curled and white hot spots bloomed in her vision. Every muscle in her body was taut and she felt nothing, was nothing but the pleasure rolling through her.

Emerie sat up the very first moment she was able, reaching for Mor to put her in her lap, their legs tangled, bodies rocking together and Emerie kissed Mor hungrily. She could taste her own arousal on Mor’s mouth, her tongue chasing after it greedily. 

Emerie slid her hand between their bodies, delighted to feel Mor was practically dripping wet.

“You don’t have–”

“Please?” Was all Emerie could think to say. She wanted to reciprocate like she’d never wanted in her life. Mor kissed her again and again, each kiss sliding one to the other until Emerie was dizzy and needy again. Emerie forced herself to focus, repositioning them so it was Mor back against the pillows and Emerie straddling her body. 

Emerie could still feel the remnants of that orgasm throbbing through her, prompting her to rub against Mor even as she mimicked everything Mor had done. Feyer was clumsier, too needy to be half as sensual as Mor had been. Still, Mor whined when Emerie reached for a nipple, rolling it between her fingers until it was stiff and rosy red. The same color as Mor’s lipstick stained mouth. 

Emerie experimented, grazing her teeth just a little. Mor moaned, eyes rolling upwards in her skull as her body undulated against Emerie’s. It was enough to keep Emerie going, to suck and nip and lick until Mor was practically panting, her tanned skin flushed the prettiest shade of pink.

Every inch of Mor was a dream—smooth, lush curves were soft beneath Emerie’s wandering hands. She marveled as she slid lower and lower, suddenly eye level with Mor’s glistening, pink pussy. 

Fuck she was beautiful. 

Emerie stared a beat too long before she couldn’t stop herself from spreading Mor open wider, parting to truly look.

“Is this what you want?” Emerie whispered.

“Please,” came Mor’s trembling reply. That was the confidence Emerie needed to lower her mouth and take that first taste. 

It was nothing like she’d imagined and better than she’d ever expected. Her whole body lit up at the musky sweetness of Mor’s body and the way Mor’s thighs trembled around Emerie’s head. Emerie enthusiastically swiped again, licking only for herself in that first moment. Just to know, to become accustomed to the wet, slick, soft feel of Mor’s pussy and how it made her own body feel.

Her arousal sharpened when Mor dragged her long nails over Emerie’s scalp, holding her hair while watching with intensely dark eyes. Emerie focused, thinking of what Mor had done for her. She swirled her tongue over the trembling nub of flesh and was rewarded with a breathy, “Oh God, don’t stop.” As if Emerie could. She replicated what Mor had done with her finger, pushing just against the opening of her pussy and circling, her tongue steady and hot. Mor writhed against her face, coating her in the slick release building in her body. And when Mor came with a breathy cry, Emerie felt it reverberate in her chest. 

It was Mor who reached for her this time, dragging her up to lay on her side so they could press their bodies against the other and kiss. Emerie tangled her arms around Mors neck while Mor caressed her face, their combined release erotic in Emerie’s mouth. Nothing had ever tasted better and she found herself wanting Mor again just as soon as she caught her breath.

Mor leaned her arm over the edge of the bed, picking up Emerie’s ugly shirt. “Can I have this?” she asked, mascara smeared just beneath her eyes.

“Why?”

“It smells like you,” Mor said, pressing the fabric against her nose. “And I think it's funny.”

Propping her head up on her fist, Emerie smiled. “Is that all it takes? One bad shirt?”

“What can I say,” Mor replied, pressing a kiss to Emerie’s cheek. “I’m easy.”

Emerie only smiled.  

#emorie #morrigan #emerie of illyria #bisexual mor just so you know

[mycadences]

When Elain was about to be thrown into the Cauldron (so this was before she even entered the "oh so evil and corrupt" Cauldron that "definitely twisted and created fake mating bonds!"), notice who was the one who had a visceral reaction:

Also notice how I didn't include Azriel's reaction? Yeah. Because he had none. Azriel had no reaction to Elain's greatest trauma -- her transformation into a High Fae. I can't even find any quotes during that scene, and if you don't believe me, grab your copy of ACOMAF and verify it for yourself. This is why they are definitely NOT mates. Meanwhile, Lucien tried to help Elain although it was their first meeting, so how it possibly be that their mating bond is fake and created by the Cauldron when he felt the bond even before she went in?

In fact, during ACOMAF, Azriel was heavily implied to be shipped with Mor:

But Mor, as we all know, was likely retconned and revealed to be bisexual in ACOWAR (with a greater inclination toward females), putting an end to their ship.

Meanwhile, contrast Azriel's reaction toward Elain's violation to how Cassian reacted when Nesta was going through the same thing:

Cassian's wings were shredded. He was in a sea of agony. And yet when Nesta was being thrown into the Cauldron, he was fighting to stay conscious at her screams. Because Nesta is his mate.

The same way that Eluciens are undeniably, irrefutably mates, evil Cauldron be damned.

Alternatively, you can also contrast to this scene:

Azriel is the Night Court's Spymaster. Yet he didn't leave a single one of the Hybern soldiers alive for questioning? He killed them all immediately, suggesting that he was in a fit of blind, uncontrollable rage.

Which one screams mate behavior to you?

Edit to add: I finally found it! The evidence that Azriel knew to keep at least two enemies alive for questioning, so it was obvious he was incapable of thinking clearly when he killed every single one of the Hybern soldiers who hurt Gwyn.

In this scene (in ACOSF), Cassian and Azriel were attacked by Autumn Court soldiers, and if Cassian knew the reasoning behind keeping two soldiers alive, obviously Azriel (the actual Spymaster) would, too.

"But -- Elain was wearing a cobalt blue dress when she met Azriel!"

Yeah, so? Nesta was wearing an amethyst dress when she met Cassian...

... and she ended up with Cassian, didn't she? If cobalt is Azriel's color then crimson is Cassian's (these are the colors corresponding to their siphons btw), and if SJM intended the scene to be a parallel, wouldn't she have Nesta in a crimson dress?

Also tons of people wore cobalt outfits. Feyre, Eris, Helion, even Vassa in ACOSF. I guess we should start shipping Vassa and Azriel! Azris shippers should celebrate, since by Elriels' logic your ship is confirmed!

And if you really want to compare outfits, I think it's significant that both Azriel and Lucien draped their coats over Gwyn and Elain respectively in light of their traumatic experiences. This is how you do a proper parallel.

Even SJM herself alluded to being an Elucien shipper:

Yes, this was from her actual Pinterest account before she took it down. If you search online for it, you'll find other people talking about it and that this is true, it's not just some random fake account lol.

Elriels claim that Gwyn is the red herring in their ship. I propose the opposite -- Elain is the red herring in Gwynriel's ship, like how Azriel is the red herring in Elucien's ship. Because think about it, if Elriel were really meant to be, why would SJM need to introduce Gwyn as a potential love interest for Azriel? She already had one red herring in Lucien, did she really need a second one? No, she didn't. So why? Why does all the evidence, new and old, point toward Gwynriel and Elucien and not Elriel?

Because there was never Elriel. Elriel were never mates, nor would they ever be. There was only ever Elucien (which came first) and Moriel (but Mor was retconned into being bisexual), which eventually gave rise to Gwynriel and highly likely Emorie (Mor x Emerie).

#gwynriel #pro gwynriel #elucien #pro elucien #antielriel #now I sit back and sip my tea #ahh typing this was refreshing

[ofbreathandflame]

I think there’s a precedence in SJM’s work that subtly punishes her marginalized characters. This develops a kind of aversion to these conversations, as the unwritten narrative is that the any criticism of these characters will result in further punishment by the author. What I mean is, I’ve noticed this reluctance to criticize SJM’s work in some marginalized audiences is driven this idea that she will continually brutalize the character.  It seems obvious that, to some extent, SJM is aware of the problems in her stories (see: the “alphahole” conversation, the Mor situation). SJM actually does seek to address these issues, that is, in a way that I think emphasizes the point I’m going to make. Instead of just addressing the issues directly in her story (and the characterization in the story), SJM instead opts to mock the issue to her reader; she’s signaling that she’s aware of the issue, but still continues to write her characters in the same way. The issue is so unaddressed that readers interpreted her ‘alphahole’ conversation as merely another dig at unfavorable characters, such as Tamlin.

For example, Morrigan introduces our first openly queer character (of precedence) in the entirety of the series, yet immediately following this addition, Morrigan is completely phased out of the story. Her presence in the story is visibly diminished once she comes out as bisexual. Lucien immediately losses relevance once he is explicitly retconned as being a man of color. Even characters like Emerie, who potentially written to be queer, is still the most underdeveloped person in the entirety of the Valkyries. All I’m saying is, there’s seems to be a consistent negativity or erasure of characters that operate in marginalized spaces. I think that sets an environment in fandom and intellectual spaces, to tiptoe around these conversations, either in the hope that SJM will magically just improve after almost fifteen years of writing, or in fear that she will dimmish or remove the character entirely. Even the way these arguments sometimes are said echoes a similar sentiment; this proximity to the Inner Circle means that the character may/may not be treated a certain way. Even within that dynamic, characters of color such as Amren are still purposely written to take the brunt of the criticism (see: Amren, potentially Merrill, Madja). Even though Morrigan is ranked higher than Cassian and Az, she’s often not actually consulted in the story, with WAR taking it even a step further with diminishing her character. Think about how Eris (white, cis male) has now become more prominent than Morrigan and Lucien.  He’s written more prominently – even sympathized with. It’s also noted that, initially, Eris is an antagonistic character in both of their tragic backstories. I’m not saying its bad to elaborate on a villainous character, but I am saying that its noted to me that story has pushed two characters who are marginalized after they’ve been explicitly written as such. Not only that, the story chooses to retcon and elevate yet another white chatacter It sets a precedent for her audience to either stop asking for better representation or it vaguely establishes that criticisms result in canning. Either way, its yet another reason why I feel like the racism in SJM is much more targeted and intentional than just “you know Sarah….”

I think this thought could even be afforded to a broader understanding of marginalized communities. Characters such as Feyre I feel like operate in this space too; mothers are always characterized as vapid, nameless, or dead. Though, I think this thought is more so one that is nurturing in brain then a fully fledged thought.

Crescent City, in my opinion, is a bit more heinous with this as it seemingly mitigates all of its most prominent characters of color into the background. I talked about the way Hypaxia is actively phased out of prominence of the story by her white, blonde-haired, golden sister. Fury, Andromeda are paired together than pushed into the background of the story. Hunt is completely sidelined; by the end of the trilogy (I did not read hofas, so please correct me if I am wrong), all of the characters of color no longer remotely operate positions of importance in the story.

#anti sjm #anti rhysand #anti acosf #anti feysand #anti sjm: nesta archeron #anti acomaf #anti sjm: feyre archeron #anti acotar #anti inner circle #anti sjm: morrigan #anti sjm: lucien vanserra #srry for the spam #i never rlly have time for this acc so im posting as much as I can before i have to go back on hiatus🙂

[vagabondreamer]

A Night Out

Summary: This is a request! Reader X Nesta X Cassian. Y/N goes to Rita's for a night out, and ends up with more than she bargained for.

Author's Note: Thank you for the request anon, this was really fun to write, I hope you like it!

CW: Smut. Bisexual reader, afab!reader

Word Count: 2,923

Minors DNI

It was a spontaneous night out for you. Normally you spent your Saturday nights in your humble abode, drinking wine, and reading romance novels you could only imagine could someday be your life. Yet, all those lonely nights made you feel as if you were missing out on life. You were young, beautiful, and horny. Hell, you were growing tired of your own hand. And so, that’s why you were standing in the middle of a very crowded Rita’s – completely out of your comfort zone. Tugging down on your short dress, you wondered where the hell your confidence went. Bodies were moving all around you – bumping and grinding to the rhythm of the music. You stumbled your way through the crowd, reaching out to grab the bar top in front of you. 

A giggle escaped out of the female next to you, “you must not be used to this,” the gorgeous blonde said. A blush hit your cheeks immediately, nodding shyly. “Here, I’ll get you a drink,” she called the bartender over and ordered you both red wine. “My name is Mor by the way.”

“Y/N,” you shouted over the music. “Thank you for the drink.” Gulping down the drink, you hoped the liquid courage would come sooner than later. 

“No problem, Y/N,” she said into your ear. The proximity to this beautiful female lit a small fire in the pit of your stomach – you weren’t inexperienced with females or males, but you’d certainly never had a one night stand with a stranger. Before Mor could speak to you again, a large figure entered the peripheral of your vision. By the Cauldron, your eyes were blessed with a god-like male. His height towered over your figure, making you feel small and insignificant. To his side, a breath-takingly stunning female. Her stare alone made you feel stripped bare of your clothing. 

You needed another drink.

As if reading your mind, Mor ordered drinks for you and the mysterious gods amongst you. 

“Hey, this is Y/N, she’s all alone tonight,” Mor said flirtingly to the pair. Turning to you, she introduced the female as Nesta and the male beside her as Cassian – they’re mates. Of course they were. Two perfect creatures tied together by fate. Your stomach dropped, realizing they’d never look at you the way you were devouring them with your stare. And perhaps you had made it way too obvious, because Mor wished you good luck and left your side. Anxiety shot through your spine, what the hell were you supposed to say? Should you just leave? You certainly felt like a third wheel now. Grabbing your drink, you began to say your goodbyes and leave when two different hands halted your movement.

“Where are you going?” Cassian whispered in your ear, his breath tickling the side of your neck. “We just met, and you want to leave already?” He feigned hurt. 

On the other side of you, Nesta tucked some of your hair behind your other ear as she leaned in, “don’t you want to have fun? That’s why you came tonight, right?”

Looking up at the two, you felt like a deer caught in a snare trap. Cassian was intimidating due to his size, but Nesta’s stare and radiating dominance was just as strong – if not stronger. The fire that lit in your stomach was growing stronger, and if it weren’t for the other lust filled bodies in the club, you were sure they would discover how turned on you were right now. 

Laughter erupted from the male, “relax sweetheart, we don’t bite…unless you want us to.” Nesta just elbowed his side, and cracked a smile at you. At that small gesture, the atmosphere suddenly felt more familiar, like cracking open a good book. The breath you didn’t know you were holding in was suddenly let go, and you smiled back at the pair. 

“So, how come we haven’t seen you here before?” Nesta asked, taking a seat at the bar next to you. Cassian remained standing, showing off his large wingspan as he took in a relaxed stance. 

“I really don’t go out at all. I kind of just stay at home and drink some wine, maybe read a little.” You felt embarrassed admitting how boring your life is. 

Nesta’s eyes lit up, “ you read? What do you read?”

“Oh here we go,” Cassian playfully complained. This earned him an eye roll from his mate. You began to tell her what you read, but you explicitly left out the juiciest, smuttiest novels. She was intrigued, but the look she gave you went straight to your soul. 

“You know what I think?” She began as she scooted closer to you, her whole scent engulfing your senses. “I think you seem like the kind of girl to read some of the nastiest, toe-curling, orgasm inducing novels known to mankind.” She peered at your face, hoping to read your face like a book.

“And what if I said that I do?” The alcohol was finally hitting in all of the right places. Cassian wings fluttered, as he watched his mate flirt with the alluring female in front of him. 

“Tell me your favorite scene, from your favorite book,” she commanded, taking a sip of her wine. 

You pretended to put some thought into your answer, but you knew exactly what scene you were going to describe. It had been from the latest book you had just read, and it was the reason why your own hand wasn’t doing you any justice. 

“The book is called Letters to My Lovers. The main character is infatuated by two of her lovers, one male and one female, and they demand she chooses one, but she can’t. And so they have a competition, the one to bring the most pleasure out of the main character will win her heart. And what starts out as a competition, soon turns into a fuck-fest. Like all three were meant to breathe each other in, and taste one another.” Your breath sped up as you told the story, and it didn’t go unnoticed by the pair watching your every move. 

Cassian bit his lips as his gaze moved from your face to your now rapidly moving bosom. The swell of your breasts were the perfect size and he just wanted to take a bite out of you. His gaze raised to his mate’s face, wondering if she was going to make the move or if he had to. He didn’t have to wait long, as her arousal was dancing in the air around you three. Cassian shifted on his feet, trying to relieve the pressure that was brushing against his trousers. 

“Have you ever thought of re-enacting your favorite scene?” Nesta asked you, eagerness in her eyes. You’d be lying if you said you had never thought of it before.

“I have, but…” You stopped yourself, glancing between the mates. The alcohol loosening your tongue even more, “you’re mates…why would you want me?”

“Sweetheart,” Cassian took your chin in his large hands, making you stare up at him, “have you seen yourself?” Your heart fluttered in your chest, you looked to Nesta for reassurance. 

“Do you want to get out of here with us? It’s okay if you don’t,” she gave you a longing look. “We just think you’d make a perfect addition.”

You nodded as you stood up, letting the pair lead you outside. The chill air hits your bare skin, making your nipples pebble beneath your sheer dress. A loud groan escaped the Illyrian male beside you, making you clench your thighs together.

“I wish I could just take the both of you here,” he groans as he grabs both you and Nesta into his side. His wings jostle awake, stretching and warming up before taking off. “You ready, sweetheart?” You nod, and hold tight to his side, feeling his cock press into your thigh as all three of you shoot up into the sky. 

A sweet scream erupts from your lungs, and the pair just giggle at your reaction – finding it endearing. The flight is short, everyone entirely too eager to take the scenic route to the House of Wind. Cassian lands on the platform gracefully, loosening his grip on you but not letting you go completely. In mere seconds, Nesta’s slender hands find your face and she pulls you into a deep, sensual kiss. The kiss has you seeing stars, as you move your hands up and down the female before you, a deep growl erupts from the male beside you. Running out of patience, he tears you from Nesta’s grip and shoves his tongue down your throat. The heat emitting from his body is enough to make you moan heavily into his open mouth. Behind you, you can feel Nesta’s hands slowly unzipping your dress – leaving open-mouthed kisses with each inch exposed. The dress slips off your body, leaving you fully exposed to their eyes. The heat from Cassian’s body and the chill from the outside wind has you shaking like a leaf in anticipation. 

“Let’s get her inside, Cass,” Nesta slips her hand into yours as she leads you into their shared bedroom. As soon as you step inside, your hands find her zipper and hastily you take it off. 

“Looks like someone’s in a hurry,” his rough voice sends thrills down your spine.

“Oh like you aren’t,” you tease back as you undress his sexy mate. She smirks in approval at your statement, and begins sucking at your neck as her hands explore your naked body. Deciding to put on a little show for the male, you grab the flesh of Nesta’s ass and pull her even closer to you, both of your legs intertwined as you fall gently onto the bed. You can feel the slickness of her juices running down onto the thigh you have pressed up against her pussy. The moan she gives you is heavenly as you let her ride your thigh. Your lips attach to one of Nesta’s nipples, sucking and gently biting on the pink pebble. Your fingers slide through her folds, feeling the wetness between your digits. Slowly, you focus on her engorged clit, and her grinding intensifies. You continue rubbing her clit as a single finger slips into her and curls up into her g-spot, in an instant she is cumming all over your thigh. Switching over to the other nipple, you hear clothes being ripped off in the distance. 

“Nes, we’re supposed to be making her fantasies come true,” Cassian stalks over to his lover, gently pulling her off of your body. It’s then that you see just how hung this male is, and it has your lips pulled apart in awe. “Like what you see, pretty girl?” He smirks, knowing exactly what you’re thinking. In a swift motion, he carries you up further on the bed, giving him plenty of space to kneel in between your pretty thighs. He licks and sucks on your plush thighs, as Nesta makes out with you and plays with your nipples. Her hands move up and down your torso, discovering little spots that give you pleasure that you had never discovered yourself. Cassian gives you a teasing lick, a soft moan and buckle of your hips has him chuckling. But there’s only so much patience this male can have, he dives into your pussy and devours you. Slowly he sinks one finger into you, it’s way thicker than yours by a long shot. Then he inserts a second finger, and you think you’re seeing the gods. The noises that come out of your mouth are new to you, and you bite down on your lip in slight embarrassment.

“No, let us hear it all, Y/N”, Nesta demands of you. Letting your lip go, you let all your moans into the air. Cassian groans into your pussy, the vibration shaking you to the core.

“I'm going to cum!” You exclaim. Your legs try to shut on Cassian’s head, but his strong hands keep them pried open. The orgasm shaking out of your body. Slowly, your body falls into little shakes, and a smile reaches your features. “Fuck that was so good.”

“We’ve just started, sweet thing,” Cassian reaches over to Nesta. She licks up the juices that remain on his face, and captures his lips with her own. Another moan slips out of you as you watch the two feel each other up. They pull apart, and lean down to shower you in kisses and praises. 

“I want you in my mouth…fuck, I want you both,” you looked in between them desperately. Nesta gave you a deep kiss, and then gave her lover one.

“Cass, on your back, now. Don’t you want to see how well her mouth takes you?” She seductively asked her mate. 

“Hell, yes I do.” He leaned back in obedience, his wings spread apart beneath him. His cock sprung up and hit him in the abdomen, precum leaking out of him. Your mouth salivated as you leaned down and swiped your tongue from his base all the way to his tip. His body shuttered in response, his pupils fully blown out with lust as he watched you take him into your mouth. At the same time, Nesta was behind you, lifting your ass up and spreading your cheeks to see the sweet juices spilling out of your pussy. She groaned in pleasure as your sweet scent hit her nose, and she too, dived into your pussy. You took Cassian in as best as you could – he was so large, and no matter how hard you pushed yourself you couldn’t take him all the way in your mouth. Tears pricked in your eyes at the sheer size of him and from the pleasure you were receiving from behind. You moaned around him, the vibrations adding extra pleasure for him. 

“Oh fuck, sweet girl, gonna make me cum!” It was your only warning before he spilled his seed down your throat, in turn, your legs began to shake as your own orgasm began crashing down on you and onto Nesta’s plush lips. You licked him all clean, not missing a single spot. In an instant, he was rock hard again – as if he didn’t just cum down your throat. Nesta grabbed your face and you made out with her, switching your taste and Cassian’s taste between each other’s mouths. Pulling apart, you see Cassian’s smirk as he watches two of the most gorgeous females he’d ever seen fall apart for each other. “Nes, on my face, now. And Y/N, I want you on my cock.” 

An excited chill slivers up you, but as you straddle his waist, you wonder how the hell his cock is going to fit inside you. He’s going to tear you apart. 

“Hey,” Nesta gently grabs your face, giving you a light peck, “you want to continue?”

“Yes, absolutely, yes. I just – he’s so big.” A deep groan rumbles out of Cassian.

“Gonna make me cum just talkin’ like that, sweetheart.” Nesta sits on his face, shutting him up completely. 

“Come here, let me guide you,” she says. Nesta grabs Cassian’s cock and pumps it a few times, the moaning from beneath her grows louder. She gently grabs your waist, leading you to lower yourself onto her mate. The head of his cock slowly breaching your wet folds. Moans escaped the female in front of you, as Cassian consumed her entire being. Inch by inch, you sat down on his massive cock – letting it split you apart, deliciously. Reaching out, you engulfed Nesta in a passionate kiss, and began riding Cassian. As you rode his cock, Nesta rode his face, and you could feel the throbbing in your pussy by how good this all felt. The room was hot and sweaty, and ungodly noises could be heard throughout Velaris, you were sure of it. Reaching down, you rubbed Nesta’s clit, helping her climax on Cassian’s mouth. The guttural scream coming out of her mouth was one you wanted to hear everyday for the rest of your life. You continued to ride the male, chasing your high when you felt Nesta’s mouth coming in contact with your clit. She spit directly on your pussy and watched the spit dribble down to her mate’s cock that was still pounding in and out of your tight hole. 

“Oh fuck, Nes, Cas! I can’t hold on!”

“Cum, Y/N,” Nesta ordered. And so you did. You came, a huge gush of juice leaking onto his cock. Your tight hole squeezed him into his own orgasm, his large load spilling into you. 

For a moment, you all stayed in your positions. His cock still inside of you, and Nesta is still straddling his face. 

“Alright babe, I know I said I’d love to die by suffocating on your pussy, but not today” the male beneath her chuckled. You both laughed in response as she got off of him, and she helped you off of his now softening member. His seed leaked out of your now sore pussy, and everyone just groaned in pleasure. 

“How about we get a few hours of sleep…and then round two?” Nesta asked you as she laid you down, giving you soft loving kisses on your face. Cassian just snuggled into your side, embracing both females in his large embrace. 

“Sounds like a plan to me,” you replied, a smile forming on your face as you drifted to sleep.

#acotar #acosf #nesta acosf #nesta x cassian #cassian #cassian acosf #nessian #nessian x reader #nesta x reader #cassian x reader #nessian x you #a court of silver flames #reader insert

[dyemelikeasunset]

would you be able to include flag country names for the dom&mor characters lineup? ty!

(i love how diverse all your art and characters are, i wish i could read thru all about your ocs and stories like browsing through a wiki in an autism way)

THANK YOU!! In fact I can do you one better and write little blurbs for everyone! Including our leading ladies too of course Under the readmore:

Mor's side

Morgan: Jamaican American Lesbian. Mor's parents came from Jamaica but she was born in the US, where she grew up with her mom in Boston before moving to NYC. Mor went to university for a BA in Graphic Design and met most of her friends there. She works from home these days. Mor doesn't really realize she's the resident Pretty Girl in her group of friends (she has bad self esteem)

Lexi: American Nonbinary Lesbian. Lex met Mor in high school when they both played on the softball team, and they both came out to each other. They've been able to stay friends all these years cause their tastes in girls are wildly different. Lexi belongs to a different group as the rest of Mor's friends since they didn't go to the same college, but they're Mor's very annoying ride-or-die

Panos: Greek Ethiopian and Bisexual. Panos met Mor through their shared degree and has been a mentor and big brother figure for her since. They help onboard her to a lot of projects, and the two of them rely on each other professionally. He never really stops talking about his wife and daughter-- it's the price everyone has to pay, since he's so reliable and understanding and helping everyone all the time

Ryan: (Sansei) Japanese American and Gay. Out of Mor's art friends, Ryan is the one who's most practical about his job. Instead, he puts his energy into being a menace in his dating life. He loves to gossip about his and Mor's very messy love lives and is convinced Morgan is just as much of a heartbreaker as he is behind her innocent facade. She has unfortunately told Ryan all her dirty laundry so he teases her relentlessly every chance he gets

Barjis: Malay Trans and Bisexual. Barjis came to the US with their boyfriend to pursue their degree and also start their transition. They have a surprisingly cute illustration style and work with Panos and Mor often. They love to talk animated movies with Morgan, and it's one of the few things that gets them to talk a lot. Very skittish and tired all the time, and has a bit of a fear of "normies"

Elsa: Norwegian Lesbian. Elsa is Mor's unwitting rival in love because they always crush on the same girls (Ryan loves to tease her about this). Elsa is currently losing (Mor: 7, Elsa: 2) but she's not bitter, just single and sad. She's currently working in web journalism even though she wants to publish her novel. Friendly and considerate, but awkward

Dom's side

Dominique: Korean/Chinese and Asexual. Dom was born in Beijing but grew up in Seoul with her mother. She started working as a model at 16 and moved to the US alone when she was 18. She's currently coming back into the modeling world after a 2 year hiatus. She's charming and good at socializing, but she doesn't really know how to make friends, which frustrates model coworkers who want to be closer to her

Farid: Afghan French and Gay. Farid became a model in his late father's footsteps, so he's often accused of being a nepo model. He's fussy and annoyed easily, but he can never refuse helping people. One of Dom's only real friends, he's a bit like a little brother to her and relies on her a lot. He has a bad habit of dating married men and acting like it doesn't matter to him (it matters. A lot.)

Maithili: Indian Canadian and Pansexual. Maithili is breezy and easy-going, but behind her dreamy facade is a very level-headed personality. She works with Dom often for body diversity shoots, but she'd really like to do more high fashion. Very flirtatious, calls Dom and Farid her "work boyfriends" all the time

Wynter: British Trans woman. Wynter started modeling a little later than her peers. She was scouted after a big transition point, so modeling has brought her a lot of euphoria. She's one of the more mature personalities in Dom's life, and looks after her and the other models a lot. She lives with her boyfriend and is hoping he'll propose soon

Evita: Argentine American and Bisexual. Evita started as a social media influencer and has been able to make her way to the runway as a petite model. Despite their nonchalant persona, they work very hard and are very passionate about their job. Her current romance hangup is how oblivious Dominique is, and she knows she needs to move on

Inessa: Russian (and no fruity business). Inessa met Dom backstage at a Fashion Week while having a breakdown that Dom helped her through, so she's been attached like an inprinted duckling ever since. The type of straight girl who is obsessed with pretty women in a platonic way, so she really wants to get to know more about Dom's cute new girlfriend

#dom and mor #long post /

[korkiekenobiconfirmed]

I'm on a roll with the s/j/m hatred tn so I'm going to compile a masterlist of all her shitty lgbt/poc representation and why it sucks booty cheeks. it should be noted that none of this is meant as shade on any of the characters themselves... I actually happen to like quite a lot of them

EDIT: there are some nice additions to this post in the notes you can check out

LGBT rep

Aedion (Bi/Pan)

Literally known as “Adarlan’s Whore” (a nickname that references both his allegiance to the king and his tendency to sleep around)

His only same-sex relationship is with a vaguely-mentioned unnamed lover from the past (it’s not even said straight-up that they’re a man, but I’m assuming they are bc they’re mentioned to be a commander of the Bane)

He’s shown being attracted to women and only women for two and a half books. He’s a womanizer retconned into the slutty bisexual stereotype

His liking men & women is compared to prostitution

It’s insinuated in koa that he slept with an ex while he and Lysandra were fighting (because the cheating bisexual trope is such a new & creative one!)

Helion (Bi/Pan)

He’s always trying to have 4somes with three of the main characters

Realistically he’s probably one of the most powerful/interesting High Lords but this gets sidelined in favor of him flirting with eVeRyOnE

All we really know about him is his name and the fact that he’s a bit of a manwhore… very 2-dimensional

He has an affair & a child with a married woman… just the Slutty/Cheating Bisexual Trope (Volume 2) :/

Mor (Lesbian? Possibly bi?)

She’s never shown in any real relationships (with men or women)

She had tragic off-screen relationship with a mortal queen a few hundred years ago

We get literally no hints that she’s gay throughout the series, she just randomly mentions she likes women at the end of book 3

She gets no happy relationship, she stays closeted to spare Az’s feelings (as though he’s not a grown ass man), she’s retconned into her sexuality most of the way through the series… just shitty shitty rep all around

Hasar (Lesbian)

She’s a villain, and a shitty one at that

Lesbian rep from a side character in one novella that half the fandom didn’t read? What’s even the point?

Thesan (Gay)

A very minor character & his unnamed “lover” who serve no narrative purpose whatsoever… thanks for nothing sarah

Emrys & Malachai (Presumably gay)

Oh look! More minor, background mlm that might as well not exist for all they do for the story :/

They are cute though, I’ll give them that

POC rep

Nehemia

First (and only) black main in ToG

She dies to fuel the white protag’s character arc… a very tired trope

She was actually a pretty well-written, likable character up until her brutal murder, which made it that much worse to hear about her organs strewn all over the room

Sorscha 

Described as “plain” (particularly in contrast to the white women like Aelin & Lysandra)

We know she’s POC because of where she’s from, but the way her features are described suggest she could still be white

Dark hair, gold eyes, “tan” skin

She really just fawns over white-boy Dorian every 2 seconds before dying a violent death to fuel Dorian’s arc…

…Aaaand I’m sensing a pattern here

Nesryn

Much of her character (especially in QoS) is reduced to her beefing with Aelin (and thus being villanized by the narrative) because of jealousy over Chaol 

Simply described as having “tan” skin (again). I think sarah is allergic to calling people brown

She is also described as plain compared to white protagonist

She has a (presumably middle eastern) family that only wants her to stay home and be a baker/someone’s wife

Yrene 

Once again very racially ambiguous to the point where she could even be white, with “tan/golden” skin, golden hair, and golden eyes

She almost immediately ties her literal life force to a white man she hated like a month ago. Seriously, can WOC not fawn over a hunky white man for once?

She defeats erawan in the end — considering she’s been a character for such a short time, this just feels more like a deus ex machina the anything really set up by the plot

Helion 

Not going to fully rehash what I said above but generally… he has great potential, but is basically not a character

Tarquin 

He’s portrayed as very nice and reasonable, if young and naive, yet he literally only exists to get manipulated/robbed by the main characters

He seems like such a sweetheart. He deserved much better than Riceman and Feyrug doing him dirty like that

I’ve heard rumors of a High King/Queen F*ysand plotline in later books…if that happens, Tarquin will likely be bending the knee and forgiving the people who fucked him over just a short time ago

Lucien

He’s described as very caring and loyal (yay!) which seems to always get him taken advantage of (damn!)

He’s portrayed (especially in ACOWAR) as someone we’re supposed to dislike when all his actions are perfectly reasonable

He’s literally retconned out of being white when it’s revealed Helion is his father instead of Beron. I’ve seen ppl get mad at “white-washed” fan art but it’s hard to expect much else when his original character description was straight red hair, amber eyes,  and “tan” skin (holy shit agAIN)

The people of the White Fangs from TOG

They’re described as having black hair, black eyes, and “tan” skin

They live isolated in the mountains (away from civilization) and are described as “savage” and warlike, always raiding villages in the mountains and stealing women away from their homes… 

Cain, who’s from these people, dabbles in dark magic/religion nobody else understands

This is feeling, intentional or not, like a horrible Native American caricature. Idk maybe that’s just me

#anti sjm #anti acotar #anti tog

[infiniteetcetera]

To celebrate Pride month I give you: SJM characters ranked by level of gayness (this is for fun I know some of these aren’t true but also yes they are)

THE GAYEST 🏳️‍🌈

Eris (gayyyy)

Helion (serving pansexual king)

Cassian (i’m convinced he doesn’t like women and is in love with Rhys and Az)

Amren (should have been a lesbian)

Lysandra (same as above, free her, good luck babe plays in her head when she sleeps next to Aedion and thinks of Aelin)

Dorian (bisexual king literally)

Elide (bi queen)

Mor (in the closet, still? for some reason? I think she’s a lesbian but also maybe bi, she’s lower bc i’m confused)

Chaol (very closeted but still into guys and in love with Dorian)

IT’S GIVING BI 🚲

Lorcan (definitely done some gay stuff, a little in love with Rowan )

Emerie (confirmed bi i’m pretty sure)

Elain (“I don’t want a male” OKAY THEN pick a girl [i’d love for her to run off with Mor] )

Aedion (canon bi boi but he gives such straight frat boy vibes)

Rhysand (I consider him being bi canon tbh he makes too many threesome jokes with Feyre)

Manon (her sexuality is women + Dorian FS)

Nesta (it’s giving Bi but leans towards men)

Bryce (can’t ever convince me her + Danika were just friends, was definitely crushing on Nesta)

Fenrys (he’s giving bi but leans towards gals)

Gwyn (giving vaguely bi curious IDK why)

THE STRAIGHTS 📏

Aelin (I love her but she’s serving up straight girl who makes out with her friends when she’s drunk *cough Ansel/Lysandra cough*)

Rowan (straight but definitely experimented when he was bored)

Ruhn (Straight boi but bi wife energy)

Tharion (such straight frat brother vibes but he’d kiss the homies if they asked)

Azriel (I know this is controversial and I have nothing against Azris but Azriel just gives me such straight vibes. I think he barely stands most men platonically JKWKDKW least gay of the bat boys FS)

Ithan (silly little straight guy)

Lucien (just Straight but ally always)

Lidia (I know I said Ruhn has bi wife energy but I think Lidia is just giving straight ally)

Yrene (straight but very sweet ally)

Feyre (has her moments with Mor but overall such a straight girlie)

Hunt (Idk why he’s just so potently straight to me)

#a court of thorns and roses #acotar #throne of glass #tog #crecent city #cc #pride month #gay rankings #feyre archeron #nesta archeron #elain archeron #rhysand acotar #cassian acotar #azriel acotar #acotar mor #aelin galathynius #manon blackbeak #dorian havilliard #chaol westfall #elide lochan #lorcan salvaterre #rowan whitethorn #dorian x chaol #manon x elide #lorcan x rowan #cassian x rhysand

[magnolia-among-the-stars]

You Might Not Like Her [Natasha 'Phoenix' Trace]

A/N: This felt really personal for me as this month is PRIDE and it's my first summer out as a bisexual woman! I knew the minute I saw this prompt that this is the story I wanted to write and it made me happy to finally do my first female x female love interest imagine :) I hope you like it! Also, title of imagine is based on the song You Might Not Like Her by Maddie Zahm who is on TikTok - she's EVERYTHING.

Go stream that song if you haven't already.

PROMPT: Could you do #1: ' you sure you wanna do this? '' with Phoenix please:)

It goes without saying but I do not give permission for anyone to use my work or copy it somewhere else.

PLOT: Phoenix is finally introducing her girlfriend to the group.

You wiped your hand on your cute summer dress, a poor attempt to get the clamminess off your palms. Natasha watched your anxious tick once more from the corner of her eye and finally reached over from the driver seat to clasp her hand tightly to yours, resting it on the daisy floral pattern against your thigh. You took a deep sigh of relief, relaxing into her touch as you looked up with a sheepish smile.

“I’m nervous,” you murmured honestly as she stopped at the red light, interlacing your fingers as she took a glance in your direction. Her hair was down for once, a stark contrast to the tight bun she often swept it up into in the early mornings when she left bed. It framed her face delicately, brushing along her jawline as it felt. 

“I know baby,” she smiled back reassuringly. Natasha knew that things would be okay, she wouldn’t allow any of the guys in the class to meet you if she foresaw any negative energy. She knew that you still had a slight discomfort regarding your sexuality, with her as your first girlfriend. But Natasha deserved to show you off, her amazing partner, the person that kept her cool, calm and collected all the time. The reason she flew with such a precise nature up in the clouds. “They’re going to love you, I promise.” 

You relaxed into the material of the seat, letting the leather cool down your cheeks. Your tummy did a flip as she pulled into a free space in front of Penny’s house. Penny was hosting a BBQ for everyone, a change of pace from the familiar bar that the pilots had frequented to celebrate their safe coming home. When Phoenix arrived home from the stressful mission, she knew it was time to share you with her coworkers, her friends. Well, she knew the minute her plane landed safely back on the flight deck, nerves shot from the stress and the concern for Rooster. For Maverick. Natasha wouldn’t waste another minute not freely sharing the love of her life with the other love of her life. 

Bob already knew. Of course he did. She trusted Bob with her life, she had to with their shared metal coffin in the sky so one hard day after their comm systems were off and she was cruising them back to base - she blurted it out.

She watched from her mirror as Bob just nodded in understanding, eyes meeting hers and asking when he could meet her. That was the moment she knew Bob was better than the best of them. No questions, no confused looks. Just acceptance. 

So when she brought Bob back with her after they both had showered off the stench of their dogfight exercise and a messily fast text to you regarding the extra guest for dinner, she knew that this would be the trial test she needed. The two of you had gotten along swimmingly, you with your stories of the college you worked at and him, sharing stories of his travels in between missions - she knew you’d be a hit with the other boys. 

“Are you sure you want to do this?” you asked her once more as she closed your car door behind you, letting you intertwine your soft digits once more and clutching her bicep in your other hand for comfort. Natasha only stared deeply into your eyes with an intense look, leaning in slightly to catch your lips with hers. Her presence sent a calming wave across your chest and you stood a little straighter when you pulled away. 

“I’m more sure of this than anything in the world,” she replied, pressing a kiss to your nose.

You giggled slightly, shaking your head. “Well that can’t be right, I need you to be more sure about flying babe,” the comment made Natasha roll her eyes playfully, tugging you gently along as you made your way to the front door. You both took a small moment, but it was your small delicate hand that reached up to turn the knob and opened the door to a new group of people. She stepped forward, pulling you inside the cool room as AC buzzed in the window sills. 

Penny was first to notice the two of you squeeze through the foyer, smiling widely at your clasped embrace. She rushed forward with an introduction of her name and squeezed you both in a deep hug, Maverick not far behind. “So this must be the lucky lady I’ve heard so much about,” he beamed at his favorite cadet before holding his hand out for you to shake. You smiled shyly, shaking the man’s hand as you looked at your girlfriend. 

“Phoenix?” you heard from down the hallway, noticing Rooster with an unopened beer in hand. Confusion painted all over his facial features, as he took in your presence.

Natasha didn’t miss a beat, confidently pulling away from Maverick to put her hand around your waist. “Roost, come meet my girlfriend,” you glanced at each other, grins widening at her words as you stepped further into the house to meet the tall man, tanned and dressed in an ugly Hawaiian shirt. 

It wasn’t until you got outside to the backyard where the rest of the gang was that the air became electric. A blond man, assumingly from his good looks to be Hangman, caught your eye first and noticed Phoenix’s arm wrapped around you. He smirked slightly, though his brow quipped at the sight. Bob followed his gaze, jumping up in delight at your appearance. He called your name as he moved to hug you, wrapping you tightly in his arms with a warmth that made you smile. 

“Guys, this is Y/N,” Natasha announced, making you glance up at her with baited breath. “She’s my lovely girlfriend.” 

The men erupted in hoots and hollers, loud calls of delight echoing as they each came over to meet you and shake your hands. A few hours later, you were all sitting comfortably around a fire pit, roasting marshmallows and listening to stories of different adventures the group had been on. Hangman, gaze rarely leaving your site was beginning to become too much. You weren’t sure whether it was the surprise of Phoenix having a girlfriend or the fetishism that often had made you cautious of sharing your sexuality with men in your life.

“Is there something I can help you with Hangman?” you asked, voice cutting through Payback’s story as the group fell quiet. You shifted from your spot on Natasha’s lap, looking at him expectantly. His eyebrows rose and he cleared his throat before looking away at the moment. 

“Sorry,” he blurted, taking the group by surprise. Hangman apologizing? Not in his vocabulary.

“What’s your deal Bagman?” Natasha echoed your question, arms wrapping tightly around you in a protective nature as she pressed a few light kisses to the sun kissed skin of your shoulder blade. 

“I just,” he cleared his throat again, in discomfort. “I’ve never seen Phoenix as happy as she is with you by her side and I’m trying to understand why she kept you away for so long when you two look so happy.” His words brought a blush up on your cheeks as you glanced down at your lap. 

“Is Hangman getting soft on us?” Rooster asked, taking a drag from his beer before pulling his leg up to cross over his knee.

“Don’t ruin the moment,” Natasha tipped her beer appreciatively at the pilot, “It’s a nice moment.” You didn’t notice her mouthing thank you to Hangman but you did smile in his direction as Payback went back to telling his recounting of a mission that he went on overseas. You leaned back into your girlfriend’s arms, whispering I love yous as you settled into your spot in the family - feeling welcomed for the first time in a long time. 

#natasha trace #natasha phoenix trace #natasha trace x reader #natasha trace imagine #phoenix imagine #top gun #top gun maverick #top gun fanfiction

[gladosluver]

i cant fight all the lesbian allegations but just so yall know I AM ACTUALLY LIKE BISEXUAL 🗣🗣‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 STOP CALLING ME LESBIAN THERES NOTHING WRONG WITH LESBIANS I LOVE YOU ALL BUT IT IS LOWKEY ANNOYING 🌚 EVERY DAY I WAKE UP AND SOMEONE IS SLIPPING INTO MY DMS ASKING IF IM LESBIAN GUYS PLEASE IK IM SINGLE BUT PLEASE NO MOR

#bisexual #abrosexual #< maybe? #IDK!!! LETS FIND OUT TOGETHER 🗣🗣‼️‼️‼️ #words of wisdumb

[dejwrites]

DEJWRITES MANGA/MANHWA/WEBTOONS REC

❪ ♡ ❫ ─── under the cut are manga/manhwa/webtoon suggestions, i think you guys should check out. please be sure to read the warnings before the story to prevent you from reading anything that might trigger you or make you feel uncomfortable. so here's a list plus me trying to pique your interest using only three or fewer sentences.

if you like things that include fighting...you should read

get schooled — two hot people that work for an agency that protect teachers and children

out — badass teenagers that look like they pushing 25 fighting and shit.

castle — haven't read this one in a minute, but they be fighting and i like the art style

lookism — started off in high school, body switching, and they be fighting. for what? i don't even be knowing tbh. just know a lot of them are fine in this.

how to fight — once again they be fighting. that tik tok sound where it's like 'when in reality i just like to fight' that's sums this one up

bouncer — boy get fired from one job and get hired to be apart of a security team in japan

nine peaks — if you like tokyo revengers you’ll like this one…teenage boy time jumps back to when his dad was a delinquent

if you like thrillers/horror/crime...you should read

brutal: sataujin kansatsukan no kokuhaku — hot detective that kill horrible people

impossibility defense — a psychic slash killer for hire shows you that humans are indeed trash sometimes

juujika no rokunin — boy who got bullied come back and get that shit back in blood

chasing tails — a mystery about college students being trapped in a building and some of them whine up dying....shit had me scared lowkey

coffin jackson — hot dilf looking morgue worker do shady business with this group

bloodhounds — i watched the netflix series first. the plot is very unique also

raise wa tanin ga li — think of a yakuza au fanfic...yeah

if you like sports...you should read

windbreaker — they be riding bikes and be dripped down to the core!

fake out — a baseball team that is involved in some shady business with this gangsta. also has a himbo on the team and who doesn't love himbos?

if you like romance...you should read

the end of you — super protective gangsta boyfriend...super hot sunshine girl. also black representation...the lead is haitian i believe. someone on here suggested this one to me!

lmly — mutual pinning trope ! fake dating trope and very cute vibrant art style & diverse characters!

daybreak — discovered this through the creator popping up on my fyp and it’s just so adorable

dom & mor — just cute moments between two very pretty women characters hehe

if you like something steamy (18+)...you should read

bad thinking diary — super hot, wlw...mutual pinning trope & best friends to lovers trope !! yuna is so hot

fucked by my best friend — bisexual.

hot summer kiss — handy man a lil handy but with consent of course !! i guess you can say friends to lovers since they were childhood friends

dangerous convenience store — one of the best well-written bl's i have ever read.

wild eyes — historial plot line & the sex scenes in this are so hot! i got my babymaking nanami kento header from this manhwa lmfao and the male lead is hot!

#━━ ♡ book club [ non fanfic recs ] #pls i changed the color to that divider!it's so cute!

[a-court-of-moonlight-and-ire]

I re-read my post about chapters 22-30 and I realized that theres so much I just fully forgot to mention, mostly relating to the inner circle so heres a quick summary of my thoughts about each ic member now that Im about halfway through the book and have spent some time with them. To briefly recap my previous thoughts, I think their group dynamic is insanely uncomfortable because of how apparent their hierarchy is and also none of them seem to actually like each other all that much

Amren

I dont dislike her in the sense that I dont dislike her personality or the basic concept of her character, but I do hate that shes in the inner circle at all. Like, whats this eldritch creature trapped in a body thats not her own doing hanging out with all these boring people ass people FOR 500 YEARS dude, if I had to spend 500 years with Rhysand I would destroy the entire night court regardless of whether or not I had Amren-levels of power. Like, why on earth would she be satisfied playing second fiddle to Rhysand and living in an APARTMENT in his stupid °•~City of Starlight~•° when shes supposed to be like a billion years old and a thousand times more powerful than him. I feel like itd be interesting to explore that but I know that we really dont from watching cari can read's summaries, so she just ends up being a character thats supposed to be interesting because shes so mysterious but is actually so shrouded in intrigue that it turns around and she just becomes boring again

Mor

When I first met her I said that something about her bothered me but I couldnt put my finger on what it was, but that I still kinda liked her because she atleast annoyed Rhysand. She really hasnt annoyed Rhys in any way since her and Feyres first meeting so I like her less because of that and also because shes mostly just boring to me at the moment. I think another reason why I dont particularly like her is that she feels so intrinsically tied to the misogyny of this world that just suddenly materialized in this book and its really annoying, I would like to avoid that subplot as much as possible. She basically just exists to give Feyre a female friend at the Night Court and to show her that you can totally girlboss your way out of a misogynistic system! But you cant dismantle the system because uhhhhhhhh. change is like a glacier because its slow

Also, shes obviously meant to parallel Ianthe, like shes supposed to be the better version of her, but I cant even imagine her and Feyre making out sloppy style toxic yuri edition so I cant really see her as any kind of improvement. sorry

Cassian

One of my least favourite character types is Fratbro But You Put Him In A Fantasy Setting so Im not the biggest fan of this guy ngl. The one redeeming quality he has is that hes very obviously crushing on all of his friends bisexual style, especially Rhys and Azriel. Its almost a little sad but mostly its just very funny. Like whyd you wanna take their clothes at the illyrian camps so badly huh? You like seeing pretty boys squirm around naked?

Unfortunately, I know that hes gonna end up with Nesta and that hes not even gonna treat her well, my guy is gonna go from being gay because he likes men to being gay because he hates women and I am not looking forward to it

Speaking of Nessian, a lot of sjm critical anti nessian people say that Nesta and Cassian used to be so good and so genuinely romantic in ACOWAR and that their relationship got completely ruined in ACOSF and. I mean, granted they dont ever talk about Cassian behaviour towards Nesta during the meeting at her house in ACOMAF but I hated the way he was just so angry at her on Feyre's behalf when she wasnt even that mad herself, she just felt weird and bad. Of course, I havent read ACOWAR yet and I might change my mind in the future but right now, I'll just say it doesnt surprise me that Cassian would laugh at Nesta falling down the stairs

Azriel

My favourite guy!!! Out of this bunch I mean. My favourite guy in the entire ACOTAR series is probably Lucien, but if we're just talking about the jokers from the Night Court, then this guy is my favorite

I really wasnt expecting much from him, I thought he would have absolutely no personality from what Ive heard other people say about him, but hes basically exactly what I want in an edgy traumatized shadow boi. Ive talked about this before but I really dislike Rhysand and part of that is that I normally really like the archetype of the tortured edgy love interest with shadow powers but he makes it so goddamn annoying by being so flirty and cocky I just want to see him dead. But Azriel is quiet so he doesnt bothr me and also theres some intrigue about his backstory and the extend of his powes but he feels like a solid enough character that he doesnt become boring to me like Amren

I will say though, theres something particularly uncomfortable about watching anyone from the inner circle interact with him and vice versa, I think its because he seems like he doesnt actually like them more than anything else. Ive said this in a previous post, I think Cassian wants to be in a relationship good friends with him and he seems to think they have some good sunshine guy/grumpy guy banter going on but to me it just seems like Azriel genuinely dislikes him. And then he obviously doesnt trust Amren and I feel like hes in love with Mor and has been for a really long time but doesnt actually like her, I honestly feel like hes just sticking by Rhysand because he feels like he owes him and because it gives him an excuse to be close to his crush

Yknow, that I think about it maybe thats why I like him so much. I dont like the Inner Circle, he doesnt like the Inner Circle, thats a relatable king right there

#anti acotar #anti acomaf #anti inner circle #anti rhysand #pro azriel #somehow #anti nessian #flames and darkness liveblog

[mycadences]

SJM: But then sometimes I will write a scene with two characters that I planned for them to get together and then they have no -- it's like you know, like holding two dolls and being like "Now kiss" and like they won't and then I'm like "Oh okay", and it will only take one scene where I'm like "Wow this is not, like, even in my head what I thought would happen."

Hmm, I wonder which two characters almost kissed but got interrupted in a certain bonus chapter? 🤔 And this interview was from six days ago so it's pretty recent too.

Source: https://www.instagram.com/p/C2zgj5sRSKX/

I honestly think that while writing ACOMAF she planned for Elucien (it was very obvious; she even wrote a Facebook comment about it) and Moriel, but eventually retconned Mor into being bisexual. Then in ACOWAR she was wavering between Elucien and Elriel, but didn't know for sure which direction she wanted to go. So she sprinkled dashes of both. Now came ACOSF where she introduced ✨ Gwyn ✨ and something just clicked. The bonus chapter was written for her to see the dynamics of Gwyn-Azriel-Elain and she felt that Gwyn was a better fit for Azriel, hence why the chapter started with Elain and ended with Gwyn. She wanted Azriel and Elain to kiss, but in her own words, they were like "two dolls" who just... couldn't.

SJM has also said before that her stories all have HEAs. If Lucien ends up with Vassa like Elriel fans are saying, where's the HEA? She's mortal; he's immortal. And getting the seven High Lords to resurrect her for the third time in the series is just tedious at this point. The pairings are, in my humble opinion: Gwynriel - Elucien - Vassian - Emorie.

#gwynriel #elucien #pro gwynriel #pro elucien #her words not mine #antielriel

[urlocalnonbinarybastardwrites]

Could you do a matchmaking for the outsiders perchance ?

Physical appearence + gender and sexuality, personality, hobbies, fun facts

He/him, 5'5, bisexual, veryy messy overgrown curly black wolfcut with a grown out undercut that curls around my ears, constant confused-looking stare, soft features + freckles, idk the name of the style I usually wear, normally earth-tones and darker colors, lots of greens, browns, and faded colors with some jewlery rarely

For personality I would say top tier funny guy and joyous most of the time, very quiet when I don't know anyone and zoning out half the time if theres zero people to talk to around, a little joking bullying but only if its gonna be mutual

Very big with art, like painting, drawing, etc any kind of art I can do I will do, very big music fan like theres no genre I don't like, also enjoy walking around aimlessly in parks and nature trails, also love preforming (mostly theatre stuff) and collecting little things I find outside (cool rocks, sticks, feathers, etc.)

Sorry if any of this is worded oddly, never done one of these before 😭

Your Outsiders Ship: Johnny Cade

(Ok so the main reasons I ship you two more than anyone else is I can really see the dynamic- yk I can see him and you being quiet at first together but forming a really close bond after you two warm up- he would crack up at your jokes and I feel like your two kinda just can be in your own word together in really special way. I think he would find your style of mor earthy tones pretty cool and love going to your shows to come support you. If you ever made a portrait or something of him- bam. It’s his most prized possession)

BTW IM SO SSORRY THIS TOOK SOOOO LONG

#the outsiders #the outsiders hcs #the outsiders headcanons #urlocalnonbinarybastardwritesanswers #johnny cade

[simarcana]

🌸 TAG YOU’RE IT! Name your Top 5 OTP created by your fellow simmers. Spread the love and happy simming! 🌸

I HAVE SO MANY SHIPS. They're in no particular order because i don't have a "first, second, blabla" it's random and chaotic just like everything else concering me.

Bruno&Ivan by @rebouks !! I love them, I want more.

Aiden&Sam by @barbieaiden the content about them is stunning, they're stunning, I'm amazed.

Matthias&Theo by @mattodore I could talk about them for a while but let's just quote the author: "if you wanted to know the dynamic going on between theo and matthias using just one photo well here you are.... that's his attack dog fr" isn't it like the perfect dynamic between two people to ship

I have ONE pic for this ship but I will go down with it. Ledger&Aaron by @alinelie I don't know what's going on, I don't know anything. But this pic makes me feral.

Victor&Archer by @lilypixels !!! I love their relationship and their aesthetic. It's that kind of ship that I not only enjoy as "1+1" but also as they interact with others (mostly Morgyn. I love Lily's Mor) I ship me with Vic but pls don't tell Archer ok Don't try to be the hero and don't try to stop me: Milan by @void-imp and Rudy by @lre333 !!!! I DO WHAT I WANT I ship deeply what my heart tells me to.

I'M I don't know what to say for this one, they just melt my heart. Colt&Ronny by @nitrozem

"But the ask said five, they are seven" oh well I still have one more.

I'm leaving this one here because it's my ONLY F/M ship. Fallon and Hermes from @morrigan-sims RTQ! They are too beautiful to be true and gives me such bisexual man loves strong woman energy

And... I'm gonna be honest, my dash is a mess and I'm terrible with socials. I don't know as much ships as I'd like to and I'd love to discover some more!

#answers #morrigan sims #im a passionate person

[woltourney]

ROUND 2 / SIDE B / POLL 4

K'pehli Tia / Sae'pheli'ehva (@hallowed-nebulae) v. Syla (@mistdrinkersblade)

K'pehli Tia / Sae'pheli'ehva:

q. What is your WoL name and pronouns? a. K'pheli Tia or Sae'pheli'ehva (he has two names for worldbuilding reasons); he/they, but usually uses he/him.

q. What is your WoL's species? a. Miqo'te!

q. What is your WoL's class? Or classes? a. Started as Dragoon and Scholar, did Bard, is now primarily Dark Knight or Atrologian. If in doubt, Astrologian.

q. What data centre/server are you on, if you want people to find you? a. Aether data center, on Faerie!

q. Tell us a bit about your WoL! a. To sum up what would otherwise be a huge ramble: he is the vessel/reincarnation of an eons old god. He's chronically ill, has chronic pain, and gets attached to A'aba Tia, Aulie, and the other scions who all die in the waking sands incident. (He and Arenvalds are bros). He and his cousin Mehka trade on who's doing WoL things based on who's got the ability. K'pheli embarks on the crystal tower expedition with NOAH and falls head over heels for G'raha along the way. He has no strong feelings on being a hero, but does what he does because "I refuse to let Fate create more tragedies". In his free time he enjoys writing and trying to figure out how to lead Mor Dhona (the people all decided that the god should be the one in charge). He's a very self-indulgent self-inseet where I toss in a lot of worldbuilding that no one but me cares about. Also very important he has chronic aether sickness and chronic pain and simply refuses to die or go mad from said aether sickness. Rip to everyone else but they're different.

q. Why should YOU win? (Answer IC!) a. "It would make Raha happy to see me win. Also I was encouraged by my friends to do this, I didn't beat away my anxiety with a stick just to lose this competition."

q. Anything else you wanna add? a. As said before he's a very self-indulgent self-insert. He's bisexual, afab genderfluid, and has chronic pain and is chronically ill. Because I made him to play with divinity tropes, there's a religion that worships him! (G'raha started it because dramatic bisexual history nerd fell in love and decided if he's gonna love a god then everyone else should know that his god is a god. Because fun tropes and metaphors and such. Also worldbuilding potential.) He's called the Crystal God and he can expell excess aether as aether-filled crystals. Also he made a pact with a voidsent (a friend's oc) who eats his aether as well, so even though he's still got way too much aether for his body k'pheli has avoided death this far. He's just here to be bisexual and love G'raha a lot. As one does.

Syla:

q. What is your WoL name and pronouns? a. Syla (He/Him)

q. What is your WoL's species? a. Rava Viera

q. What is your WoL's class? Or classes? a. Gunbreaker

q. What data centre/server are you on, if you want people to find you? a. Crystal - Balmung

q. Tell us a bit about your WoL! a. A member of Lente's Tears who was kicked out for a premature / failed assassination attempt on Legatus Noah van Gabranth. Fled to Eorzea to seek help in freeing his homeland of Dalmasca, only to get picked up by the Scions like a stray cat. He enjoys being a hero, although it does get a bit tiring after so often to him. But Syla enjoys being a beacon of hope and relief for others.. His free time is spent either working and tinkering on his gunblade and cartridges or training with allies.

q. Why should YOU win? (Answer IC!) a. "Why shouldn't I win? You don't face the things I've seen and walk away a from mere contest of affections empty handed."

#💎 shout #💎 round two

[theladyofbloodshed]

I'm Indian and I feel like Illyrian culture is portrayed so similar to South Asian and Middle Eastern culture...and with all that when SJM portrays them as 'savages' it feels so....stereotypical and racist to me like-

The only POC subgroup within the NC and they are called 'savages' and all live in poverty and cannot be changed like-that just screams racism to me but sometimes I feel like I'm exaggerating or am looking too deeply into it.Like I was wondering what everyone else's opinion is on this.

I truly feel like some of SJM's portrayals are so- stereotyped.Like she pulls cultures from the actual world-puts them into her fantasy novel in such a way that it looks awfully racist.

But then it might just be me :/

Please don't feel as if your opinion is invalid; your opinion is always valued. Many people have expressed similar views. If you check the anti sjm tag, you can see a lot of people are not happy with her works, not just for the representation of POC, but LGBT representation, treatment of mentally ill characters, treatment of women - the list goes on.

Illyrians have brown skin and are savages. They're almost primitive with little magic and live in tents. The two most powerful Illyrians aren't like the rest - they're good and don't hold any of the values of the others. Mutilating a female's wings so she can't leave when wings are meant to be valued at all costs is an allegory to FGM. They won't change. They're just there to die in wars. Yeah, it's a pretty disgusting creation from SJM.

"The gift of a violent, warmongering people."

Obviously, that's all they are with no variance. The only two that are different are the most powerful two who are the good guys. There's no difference between how they celebrate Winter Solstice, any holy days, their food/culture etc.

Mor in ACOMAF says the whole place should be burnt to the ground - and then people ship her and Emerie together. I've seen a post that said Emorie would just be Pocahontas/John Smith.

When Feyre first goes to Velaris, she's given "Night Court attire" which is then never really seen again (except Amren wears a similar style but nobody else does).

My high-waisted peach pants were loose and billowing, gathered at the ankles with velvet cuffs of bright gold. The long sleeves of the matching top were made of gossamer, also gathered at the wrists, and the top itself hung just to my navel, revealing a sliver of skin as I walked. Comfortable, easy to move in—to run. Feminine. Exotic.

Which to me is as if she just wanted the aesthetic of an "exotic" culture then forgot about it/didn't bother actually developing it.

There's lots to be said about her various characterisations - and lots has been said. For example Helion being canonically bisexual but also falling into the bisexuals want to sleep with everyone trope. Or how Tarquin, a young black man, is treated as a stepping stone for Feyre to train; she flirts with him to get what she wants and steals the Book of Breathing from his court.

Another thing, is when they're discussing Rhys being high king

Azriel stepped forward, shadows trailing from his shoulders. “Kallias, Tarquin, and Helion might be willing to kneel. Thesan will kneel if the others do.”

3 out of 4 of those names who would be willing to kneel to supreme overlord Rhys are MOC which makes me feel very icky. Tarquin and Helion are both black and Thesan's mother is from Xian (which is likely another place that she's taken snippets from other cultures to suit the aesthetic she wants then will promptly forget about) and is brown skinned with "up-tilted eyes".

It's all very, very gross and there are definitely elements of racism ingrained to it. Other people have delved into it in a lot more detail - and have explained it far more eloquently than I can. Please know that your opinion is valid. If you are made uncomfortable and upset from the portrayals, do not push them aside. There is a reason why it is making you uncomfortable and that is because they are racist stereotypes.

#anon asks #anti sjm