#but god I miss this Lucien lol

[lucienarcheron]

Harlot behavior 😏

#lucien vanserra #he was with me naturally #but god I miss this Lucien lol #gigi reads acotar #SARAH LET HIM LIVE DAMN IT #STOP HURTING HIS FEELINGS

[moononastring]

Inspiration [ Elucien ]

Prompt: Modern AU | Aspiring writer Elain Archeron is looking for some inspiration for her new novel when she happens to meet the perfect man for the job.

Pairing: Elucien <3 Genre: Romance with some humor and a dash of spice 🌶 Warnings: Lots of feels?

Author’s Note: Happy birthday to me 🎉 This Modern AU has been living in my head rent-free for a few months and originally, I was planning to make it a few parts but alas, this felt like a better fit for me now! I hope you ENJOY! Let me know how you like it :)

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It wasn’t strange that she, little ‘ole prim Elain, was sitting in a booth at this high-end downtown bar with a notebook and pen, people watching. Her laptop would’ve been too obvious and she didn’t want to get distracted on her phone so an old school notebook and pen seemed like a better fit. 

So far, she'd been propositioned by three older gentlemen. While flattered, Elain wasn’t exactly sure what about her simple black dress screamed hooker. Maybe it was the lipstick. It was a gorgeous red. 

Even though it was a Wednesday night and she hadn’t expected too much action, Elain’s eyes continued to watch the room carefully. She needed all the details she could get to properly set the scene for her next novel. 

Up-and-coming romance author Elain Archeron was on a new mission with her next book. She’d written several sweet romances that had her readers on a fluff overdose sprinkled with a little steam here and there. But now, she wanted to step out of her writing comfort zone for a bit and...spice it up. 

Her next book would be a spicy mafia romance.

A small giggle escaped her as the excitement of a new plot and characters bubbled inside her. Writing had become as glorious of an outlet for her as was gardening. Nesta working in publishing had given her a great doorway into the writing world and she would be damned not to take advantage of this new passion. 

So, she had dived into Pinterest and created moodboard after moodboard of what she was envisioning for this book. The plot would be a little gritty, a little darker than her usual books but Elain knew exactly how the story would unfold from start to finish. She knew how her characters would meet and be thrown together. Most importantly, she knew the tropes that would bring this story to life. Elain planned on destroying her characters in the best way and then gluing them back together again with love. 

All it needed was just a smidge more inspiration. A dose of experience to really help her write from the heart so she could turn a morally grey, murderous asshole into a swoon-worthy lover that fucked like a god. She narrowed her eyes as she scanned the room again, tapping the pen to her chin until her gaze zeroed in on a gentleman sitting at the bar, alone.

And Elain felt her heart skip a beat. 

She had noticed him as soon as he walked in and had tried not to stare at him too hard but in reality, that’s all she’d been doing since he arrived ten minutes ago. Her eyes would take in details of the room then eventually find their way right back to him.

Currently seated, Elain knew without him needing to stand, that he was tall and well-built. Judging by the way his dress shirt hugged his magnificent back and broad shoulders, he was quite a man.

The moment she had seen his face though, she knew he was the one. His features were sharp and elegant, handsome in a way that had knocked the wind out of her. The scar she had noticed on his face when he had walked in did nothing to make him any less attractive. In fact, all Elain could think about was how perfect he was.

She bit her lip and continued to discreetly watch the beautiful stranger as he sat, frowning down at whatever message he was reading on his phone. His sleeves were rolled up to expose toned forearms and Elain felt her face flush at the way he picked up his drink and brought it to his lips to take a sip and oh, was Elain Archeron starting to feel things.

The very vanilla sex she last had with Graysen many months ago clearly did as little for her now as it had done when she had it. 

Pulling out her phone, Elain texted the group chat.

morons<3

Elain: I found him.

Rhys: That’s not ominous at all.

Cassian: Shitsen? I told you I accidentally shoved him into a locker at the gym the other day. He’s not that hard to find. 

Rhys: Because he’s ugly. You can spot him a mile away. He’s probably still in there.

Feyre: How was it an accident if Rhys was filming it?

Rhys: I was trying to film myself flexing at the gym babe. It was for you <3

Cassian: *barf emoji* Cassian: But also you can smell him a mile away too.

Rhys: Musty.

Cassian: Gnarly. 

Nesta: Can you two shut up for a moment please?  Nesta: Elain, please don’t tell me you’re stalking someone.

Elain rolled her eyes at her phone. Typical of them to turn the conversation elsewhere or think of her as a creep.

Elain: I am not stalking anyone. I’m at a bar. I found the ONE. The man who will help me with my writing inspiration.

Feyre: ...Elain pls don’t approach a strange man for inspiration.

Elain: I’m at the Sunshine and Rose. It’s a fancy place. He’s a fancy man. Could be the mafia man I’m looking for!!

Cassian: ...Rhys is right here, Elain.

Rhys: True. I’m offended you didn’t think of me. I am a mafia man.

Elain: Well, you’re not MY mafia man.  Elain: Plus you’re not hot. Esp since you’re sleeping with my sister.  Elain: You’re really gross <3

Nesta: I knew this was about your book. Don’t do anything crazy. I can’t publish it if you cause a scandal. Do you even have your NDA?

Rhys: Still offended but valid reasoning. Rhys: And you’re wrong. I’m VERY hot.  Rhys: Feyre says so.

Cassian: I say so too, bro. You’re really hot.  Cassian: Besides, you know I’m your muscle guy, Lanie. I’m offended you didn’t think of ME.

Rhys: so honored to be validated by a sexy beast like you bro. Rhys: I’m also offended on Cassian’s behalf. We’re both offended.

Elain: Suffer in silence pls <3 Elain: Yes, I have the NDA. I am merely notifying you of my whereabouts. Elain: He’s so hot. I think I will take him home. Elain: I hope to update you after I have spent the night located beneath him!!!!

Cassian: Right on. Get that D!!!!

Rhys: Make sure you have a condom. If he says he doesn’t have one, he’s lying.

Nesta: Elain. No. Nesta: Why are you idiots encouraging her?!!!!

Feyre: Elain don’t go home with a stranger.

Elain: Elain YES. Elain: Also, don’t pretend the two idiots in this chat weren’t strangers when you took them home.

Cassian: Hottest night of my LIFE.

Rhys: Second that. I was wrecked by the sheer beauty that is my Feyre darling.

Feyre: RHYS. Can we focus on my sister trying to creep on a stranger at some bar?

Rhys: I really want to focus on you instead.

Cassian: Nesta destroyed my body and soul that night. Should’ve filed a police report but I enjoyed it too much.

Nesta: Cassian.

Cassian: Sweetheart.

Feyre: SIGH. Can you PLEASE GET IT TOGETHER?? Feyre: Elain, take a picture of his face at least.

Elain snorted then sent a kissy face emoji as her final text. She straightened, her eyes immediately zeroing in again on her target who was now watching whatever was playing on the bar tv.

Standing, she smoothed down her dress and grabbed her purse then made her way towards him.

She would be casual about it. Smooth. She would just slide onto the barstool next to him and dazzle him with a smile. Then make him talk to her first. 

Sliding up to the counter, Elain stood with a barstool between them and snuck a glance at her beautiful stranger. A jolt of pleasure coursed through her body when she found him staring back. Elain gave him a pretty smile then turned back to the bartender. 

“Hi Jerry!” she greeted with a smile. “Sick of seeing my face here yet?”

“How could I when it’s so pretty?” the older man said with a laugh and Elain chuckled along. “Let me guess, a little rosé while you do your research?”

Elain pointed at him with a grin. “You know it! My favorite kind of pink drink.” 

The bartender walked away with a chuckle and Elain took a breath, pretending not to feel his gaze on her. She fiddled with her napkin for a moment, then looked up to find the beautiful stranger watching her curiously. She arched her brow and the man glanced down at his drink with a small smile before looking back at her.

“Hi.” 

“Hello.”

They glanced at each other quietly for a moment, her cheeks heating lightly at the curve of his sensuous lips. 

“I couldn’t help overhearing what Jerry said to you,” he began and angled his body to face her. “If you don’t mind me asking, what kind of research are you doing that requires you to be at a bar on a Wednesday night?”

Elain willed her body not to shudder at the way his voice washed over her like honey. His voice. 

Oh, she would need to describe that very explicitly. 

“Well,” she began and curled a strand of hair behind her ear, angling herself to face him as well with an empty seat between them. “I’m a writer. I’m trying to set the scene for my novel.” 

His face lit in interest and Elain took a moment to openly admire him. Up close, he was even more handsome than she imagined. His eyes were such a distinct color, she was itching to grab her pen to describe them. The scar was even more striking up close and Elain desperately wanted to touch it. 

“Ah, I see. What kind of stories do you write?”

“I’m a romance writer.” She said with pride and grinned at the chuckle that slipped from his lips. 

“Are you trying to write about two strangers meeting at a bar?” he teased. “Love at first sight?”

She rolled her eyes with a good-natured smile. “No. I’m writing something very different.” 

“Is that so?” he asked and leaned back to observe her. “So the story isn’t going to be about me then?”

Elain laughed. “That depends.” she said with a cute head tilt. “Has anyone ever told you, you look like you could be a mobster?”

The man stilled and blinked then let out a hearty laugh. “No.” he replied, amusement lacing his tone. “But what if I was an actual henchman in the mob? You just put a target on your back.”

Elain snorted and shot him a look. “A henchman in the mob wouldn’t say he was.” she replied knowingly. “You probably do something boring in marketing.”

“PR actually. Not quite as boring.” he said with a smile and raised the drink in salute. “But we can pretend I’m your mobster. I’m already wearing suspenders.”

Elain laughed, shaking her head with a smile. “All you need is a gun holster and a cigar then the look would be complete.”

He waved a hand. “Noted. Give me ten minutes, I’ll be ready to show you the complete look.”

“Is that so? So eagerly giving away your secrets.”

“Sure. You’ve already uncovered my identity. I can’t risk my reputation now. First impressions are everything.”

Elain rolled her eyes, pleased he was following along with her conversation even as he was joking. She watched him as he watched her, doing her best not to shudder under his gaze. She only took her eyes off him when Jerry returned with her drink.

“So.” her handsome stranger started. “What’s the name of your mafia man?”

“That also depends. What’s your name?” she asked boldly and was pleased to see color bloom on his cheeks.

His lips curled into a smile. “I thought you said the story wouldn’t be about me.”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself now.” she said and he grinned. “All I asked was your name.”

“My name is Lucien.” he said. “And yours?”

“Elain.”  

“Do you always just walk up and start talking to strangers like this, Elain?”

“You’re the one who started talking to me.” she said with a cheeky grin and Lucien couldn’t help his laugh.

“Fair enough.” he said and raised his drink, taking a sip as his eyes roved over her body. “Couldn’t really help myself.”

Elain smiled, taking a sip of her own drink before she tilted her head sweetly and said, “Since you can’t help yourself do you mind if I pull out my notebook and jot down some ideas. If I don’t write them down, I will lose the thought.”

Amusement colored his face and he waved a hand. “By all means.”

Grinning, Elain quickly took out her notepad and pen, and then so shamelessly, her eyes cataloged every single inch of him. She savored every detail of his facial features, the way he was dressed, and the way he held himself. She watched him as he watched her until finally, Lucien was the first one to look away with a laugh.

“It’s the scar, isn’t it?”

“Oh, the scar is beautiful but it’s your eyes I’m focused on,” she said and quickly jot down her initial thoughts. “They’re a lovely shade. You also have a great nose.” 

“You’re giving off real weird vibes right now.” he finally said, his cheeks a lovely shade of red that Elain was eager to describe. “But I can’t say I’m not into it.”

Looking up from her notebook, Elain flushed with a laugh. “Well, it definitely helps that I’m pretty.”

Lucien grinned. “It absolutely helps.”

She fought back a grin but failed when he shot her a knowing look. “You flatter me, sir.” she said sweetly. “All I’m trying to do is write me a good ‘ole fashion mafia romance. I can’t help what kind of questions emerge to get inspiration.”

“Mafia romance, huh?” he asked and leaned in, a finger tracing the rim of his glass, and Elain’s eyes immediately followed the movement. “What kind of inspiration are you looking for then?”

This made Elain pause and watch him silently for a moment. She couldn’t exactly just blurt out that she wanted him to fuck her so hard she saw stars. To manhandle her just a little bit. 

Her eyes flickered to his very nice, very big hands then back to his face. 

That would be weird. She took a sip of her drink.

“Well,” she began carefully. “My romances have typically been tamer than what this one is but the market is really seeing an increase of love for more…intimate romances. I want to give it a shot.”

Lucien’s brows rose and Elain watched as a shit-eating grin formed on his face. “Is that so?”

“Yes.” she said slowly. “You see…I’ve only had minimal experience in that department.”

His brows rose. “Impossible.”

Elain nodded somewhat sadly. “Unfortunately, yes.”

“What kind of men have you been seeing?” he asked in such an offended tone, Elain flushed.

“Well. It was one guy.” she replied. “And he was more boy than man.”

Lucien’s face blanked and it took him a moment to speak. “Do you mind sharing his name? And home address?” he said calmly. “Asking for a friend.”

Elain laughed. “And you say you’re not a mobster?” she said and Lucien had the audacity to shrug with a small smile. “But no need. My sisters and their partners gave him enough grief. I’m pretty sure he has a restraining order against us.”

“If he had you and put you in a position where you have to look for inspiration elsewhere, he needs a good thrashing.” he replied. “Please, let me speak to my associates about him.”

Elain bit back a grin. “Your associates.”

“Gotta check with the big guy before we order a hit.” he said, having no issues grinning widely and Elain couldn’t help the hearty laugh that escaped her. 

“Well now, that’s very nice of you to offer.” she replied then paused before Elain gave him a coy smile. “But it’s not really the area I need inspiration for.”

He watched her silently for a moment and even as she felt her cheeks flush, Elain kept her gaze locked on his, watching as his eyes darkened. Then a slow smirk blessed his beautiful face.

“So if you don’t want me to use my associates to give someone a good thrashing,” he asked quietly. “How can I help you with your inspiration, Elain?”

Elain bit her lip, cataloging every detail of his toned body seating opposite her, every article of clothing, and every inch of his handsome face. Was she bold enough to tell him exactly what she wanted from him? Was it safe? Or was she being insane?

“Cat got your tongue?” he said, his voice low. “Or are you just trying to find a good way to ask me to fuck you senseless?”

Elain straightened and clenched her thighs together as she gaped at him. He clocked the movement and his smirk widened.

Letting out a chuckle, he took a sip of his drink and Elain watched him swallow, thinking about how she’d really like to lick his neck. 

“All you have to do is ask, love.” he continued. “I wasn’t planning on going home with a beautiful girl tonight but I am more than happy to change those plans.”

Elain watched him carefully. Did she? Should she?

“Well.” she stated and cleared her throat delicately. “What were your plans then? Being alone in this bar on a Wednesday night? One would think you’re up to no good.”

“I’m an angel.” he said in that low tone that told her he was anything but.

“Sounds like a sweet, sweet lie.”

He laughed. “Can’t a mafia man blow off some steam in a bar once in a while?” he said with a shrug and Elain rolled her eyes with a smile. 

“So just letting off some steam?”

“Yes. But I’m happy to find myself doing other things instead.”

Elain tapped her glass, her heart beating wildly as she watched him watch her. Good lord, she was already sweating. Was it because she was sex-deprived? Was it all the mafia and smutty books she’d been reading lately for inspiration that was getting to her? She was really going to ask this strange beautiful man to fuck her. 

Granted, he seemed eager. Which was great for her ego but…

“I want to be very clear about something.” she finally said. 

“Yes?” he asked with a raised brow and cocky grin. 

“This is all in the name of research.” she declared. “And research only.”

“Of course.” he said. “I’ve gone home with pretty girls for much less noble causes.”

Elain’s lips twitched. “And you’ll need to sign an NDA.”

His brows shot up. “An NDA?” he said. “How very Christian Grey of you to have me sign a contract.”

“To protect myself and you.” she said simply. “I can’t have you running around telling people I was propositioning you.”

“Isn’t that what you’re doing?” he said with a smirk.

“Need I remind you that you asked me how you could help me?” she said with her own little smirk. 

He hummed and Elain smiled.

“If I never mentioned I was a writer and looking for inspiration, would you still want to take me home?” she asked boldly. It wasn’t like she could embarrass herself further at this point. “Be honest, my feelings won’t get hurt if you say no.”

“Elain,” he began and her heart thumped at the curve of his lips when he said her name. “Bold of you to assume I wouldn’t have already had you in my home doing unspeakably delicious things to you.”

She flushed in delight. She couldn’t help it. Elain knew she was pretty but after her horrible breakup and the way Graysen had broken down her confidence in herself, it was nice to hear it. 

Also, she really needed to write that line down.

“Anyone ever tell you, you have a way with words?” she asked and he grinned.

“A high compliment from a writer.” he replied. “But I also have a question for you.”

“Yes?”

“We could've just flirted, went home together, and had a great time without you telling me about the writing part.” he said, his finger tapping against the glass. “Why tell me?”

Elain’s brows furrowed. “Because you have a right to know. I like being honest about these things.” she said. “Granted, as a writer, anything I hear or see is up for use as inspiration.”

He hummed softly, watching her. “Have you written about your ex?”

She flushed, frowning slightly. “Only once but shitty ex-boyfriends are common in romance reads.” she replied then shrugged. “And it was more about the way my character felt than about her crappy ex.”

Lucien nodded sagely. “Understandable.” 

Elain straightened suddenly. “Has this weirded you out?” she asked and blinked at him with wide eyes. “I usually curb my weirdness to close friends and family only, I just haven’t interacted with a real man like this in a while.”

“A real man?” he asked, amusement lacing his tone and Elain promptly wanted to die.

“I mean — “ she started with a flush, taking a quick sip of her drink. “I’m a writer and reader. I spent a lot of time with fictional men.”

“Ah. And those are infinitely better than real men, I take it?”

She gave him a small smile. “Most of the time.”

It fell silent between them and Elain watched him as he watched her. Now that she’d finally stopped talking, embarrassment was slowly starting to catch up to her. She had fought with herself tooth and nail to not feel bad about herself and her quirky personality but at times like this, it crept up. When she forgot herself and forgot that not everyone liked her as she was.

Graysen had ridiculed her so much about her writing. Once he had gotten to know her, he pretty much ridiculed everything she did but especially her writing. Anytime she’d ask him a question or about his thoughts, he never had anything nice to say. He always laughed at her and her silly little ideas.

“Stick to your plants, it’s what you’re good at.” he had sneered at her when she had first told him she’d written a book. Elain had been so excited to share. It had been so hard to keep it a secret from everyone but he had only given her an unimpressed look and said, “Isn’t Nesta the one into books? Keep to your own thing, Elain.”

Maybe she’d gotten carried away in this little game. Elain had only wanted to have a little fun. She could use her imagination and Pinterest and other books for inspiration. She didn’t need to keep embarrassing herself. This was weird. Sure, she wanted to have some of that good sex that everyone else keeps talking about for once but she could probably do it without all this. She could’ve just gone with him without saying a single thing and —

“Show me the NDA.”

Elain blinked, focusing back at the very handsome man across from her. “What?”

He gave her a simple smile. “Either you’re overthinking this really hard or…your mind went down the gutter faster than mine did.” he said. “And if it’s the latter, I assure you, my gutter is much, much worse.”

Elain’s cheeks heated. “Big words for a mafia man that’s not a mafia man.” she said with a small chuckle.

Lucien’s lips curled into a smirk. “Elain.” he started. “The moment you sat across from me with your pretty face and pretty dress, I knew we would have a good time together.” She watched as his finger tapped the side of his glass and then met his gaze. “You seem like the kind of girl who likes being told what to do but doesn’t know it yet.” He leaned forward and her breath hitched. “Lucky for you, I love telling people what to do. Especially in my bedroom.”

His hand left his glass and instead of letting his finger trace the rim of his glass, it was now lightly tracing Elain’s hand.

“And to answer your earlier question, I am not weirded out.” he said, the corner of his mouth lifting. “I find you and this entire conversation fascinating.”

Elain blinked, her gaze on his hand touching hers and she wondered if one could orgasm from hand touching alone. “Right.”

“You’re clearly passionate about what you do.” he said in that charming voice of his, gently turning over her hand so that his fingers could slide across her palm to her wrist and settle on the pulse point.

“Very passionate.” she said quietly, her eyes still on his long, beautiful fingers.

“Then give me the NDA. So I can sign it and take you home.” Lucien continued. “Where I can fuck you the way you deserve.”

Elain’s head shot up and she met his eyes. “That’s awfully straightforward of you.”

“Just as straightforward as you aimed to be, I imagine.”

She finally remembered herself and shrugged, a coy smile blooming on her face. “I just came here to look for inspiration.”

Lucien flattened his hand over hers and Elain flushed at the way her hand was dwarfed beneath his. “I daresay, I can help you with that.”

She swallowed. “And how are you so sure of that?”

Lucien glanced at her for a moment then slowly slid off his barstool to stand before her. He towered over her slightly and Elain relished in the way he stood so close. His hand left hers and instead, his fingers found their way to gently lift her chin to meet his gaze.

“I’m sure of that because,” he began quietly and leaned closer until he was a breath away from her lips. “I felt your pulse jump when I touched you.” His hand slid from her jaw down the column of her neck. “I feel it in the way you swallow.” That same hand cupped the back of her neck and Elain shuddered beneath his gaze and touch. “And I guarantee if I slid my hand beneath your little black dress, between those lovely thighs, I’d find something hot and wet waiting for me.”

Elain’s lips parted in surprise, her skin hot all over. His words had slid across her skin and down her spine and good lord, if he only knew how soaked she’d become. Gooseflesh erupted on her skin when his thumb traced the column of her neck and she tried not to be too obvious inhaling the scent of him. 

“What do you think of that, Elain?” he said with a devilish smile that she knew would be impossible to describe because it was distinctly him. This stranger she met in a bar. This stranger that felt like no stranger at all.

She was thinking she wanted him to lay her right here across this bar and have his way with her. Elain was thinking she’d probably let him do things to her she never thought she’d let a man do. Except for this one. Because Lucien sure as hell seemed like the type to want to do those things to her. 

“I’m thinking,” she began and swallowed, her skin heating at the smirk he gave her. “That I’d really like you to kiss me.”

“It’s a good thing you mentioned that,” he replied quietly. “Because I’ve been dying to smear that lipstick.”

With the hand holding her neck, Lucien tugged her forward and devoured her. Elain whimpered against him, against his surprisingly soft lips as he kissed her, his kiss bruising — hard — a claiming and she let him claim her. Her hands found their way to his suspenders and she tugged him closer, her grip tightening when his free hand cupped the back of her head and his other hand slid to trace the column of her neck again. When she felt his tongue, Elain eagerly opened for him and Lucien stole kisses as he stole her breath. He kissed her, his mouth nipping, biting, and imprinting his lips on hers. And when Elain had fully melted against him, fully surrendered to his mouth and tongue and hands, when he had her gripping his suspenders tightly enough that her knuckles had turned white, did Lucien finally pull away.

He most definitely had smeared her lipstick, she thought as she glanced at him in a slight daze. Half of her lipstick was on his lips. He had the audacity to grin wickedly at her.

“Now that I’ve satisfied your request, should we be on our way?” he asked calmly as if he hadn’t just scrambled her brains with that kiss. She hadn’t been kissed like that since — since well, since ever. 

Elain blinked, catching her breath, her hands still clutching him tightly. She wanted to let go, she really knew she should but the feeling of his body beneath those suspenders caused her to shudder.

“I need to take a picture of your face.” she finally said. “For my sisters.”

He smiled, his hands smoothing her hair back. “Would you like me to grab your phone? Your hands seem a little occupied.”

She flushed and aimed to let go when his hands settled over hers. “Don’t let go just yet.” he said quietly. “I like your hands there.”

If possible, her flush deepened. And, oh she was feeling a lot of things at the moment. She kept her hands where they were and said somewhat hoarsely, “My phone is in my purse.”

Lucien’s lips twitched and he moved a hand to slip inside her purse, the other still covering the hand locked on his suspenders. He held up her phone to unlock it with the Face ID then glanced at the screen, his face lit up in amusement. 

“I assume the group chat titled Morons is the one you’ll be sending my picture to.” he said, his thumb stroking the back of her hand still holding on to him. 

Finally shaken out of her stupor, Elain cleared her throat and licked her lips. Her lips that still tingled just a little from the force of his lips on hers. She flushed and suppressed a giggle. “Yes.” she said and released one suspender, leaving her other hand happily held hostage beneath his. “It’s my sisters and my brothers-in-law.” 

“Let’s take a selfie then, shall we?” he teased and Elain pursed her lips, willing herself not to smile. Or launch herself at him again. 

He turned his back to her, and kept her hand locked beneath his so it looked like Elain was hugging him from the side. Raising the phone, Lucien grinned and Elain couldn’t help her own smile at the camera. Snapping the photo, the two inspected it together and Elain laughed at the clear evidence of their make out.

“Oh, they’re going to have a hoot with this.” she mumbled. “Send it.” 

Lucien tugged her into him closer so that she hugged his back and he glanced over his shoulder at her. “You okay with me opening your group chat?”

She would be okay with him opening anything, but most especially her legs. Rather than embarrass herself further by saying that, she only nodded and watched him open the text chain, chuckle, then attach the image and send it.

Elain: *attached image* Found my mafia man ;)

“I didn’t say that.” she objected and Lucien twisted to face her with a knowing look. 

“You were absolutely going to text that.”

She was. But she wouldn’t admit it. Squinting at him, she opened her mouth to respond when her phone pinged and Lucien arched a brow.

“Do you want me to open that?”

“Nope.” she said quickly as several pings followed. “They can’t be trusted to behave themselves.” Finally, tugging herself away from him, she held out her hand for her phone. “Especially with how many texts are coming in, these assholes could be saying anything.”

“Well, it hardly seems fair that I can’t read what’s being said about me.” 

“I think we can find other ways to fill our time.” she said and instantly felt the shift in him.

“Ah, yes.” he said quietly. “Your research.”

“Yes. My — research.”

Lucien chuckled lightly and Elain watched as he glanced at her, his thumb coming up to gently graze her cheek. “Are you having second thoughts? Do you need me to kiss you again?”

Her cheeks heated as she watched his expression. She was very nearly ready to have him take her right then and there. “No second thoughts but I definitely, definitely think you should kiss me again.”

“And where would you like me to kiss you, my lady?” he asked, his voice dropping low and Elain had to swallow hard. She was past embarrassment at this point. She wanted to feel and be seen and touched. And god damn did she want this man between her legs in whatever way he was willing to be.

“Everywhere.” she answered. “I want you to kiss me everywhere.”

Lucien’s grin was wolfish at her response. “Well, aren’t you such a good girl.” he said in that voice she would have a grand time describing. “You gave me the exact answer I wanted to hear.”

~ 

morons<3

Feyre: Oh…oh wow Elain.

Nesta: Well that was fast.

Cassian: YOOOOOO

Cassian: RHYSSSSSS

Rhys: yo isn’t that Spell-Cleaver?

Cassian: iT’S FUCKEN LUCIEN

Cassian: love that guy he’s hilarious

Rhys: Holy shit it is Lucien

Feyre: You guys know him???? Feyre: Is he a normal person???

Nesta: He already has her lipstick on him. Nesta: Is she going to be safe with him?

Rhys: Oh yeah. He’s a good dude. Rhys: I remember him from uni days Rhys: We did business with his company a while back too. Straight forward, cool guy. 

Cassian: We see him in Az’s bar sometimes.  Cassian: But yo. Wasn’t he like, a hoe in college? Cassian: Elain is about to get her world rocked.

Nesta: CASSIAN.

Feyre: Cassian no.

Cassian: WHAT.  Cassian: I’m just saying based on the rumors we heard 

Rhys: Elain is def going to have a good time.

Cassian: Lulu is foxy in bed

Rhys: Gentleman on the streets

Cassian: freak in the sheets. Cassian:: AYYYYY

Rhys: AYYYYY

Feyre: I hate you both.

Nesta: I’m going to stab both of you in the throat the next time I see you.

Cassian: *smirk emoji* *heart emoji*

Nesta: *knife emoji*

Feyre: At least he’s hot. He really does give off mob vibes with that scar.

Rhys: You can’t say that Feyre darling. I’m right here.

Feyre: *middle finger emoji*

Nesta: I wonder if he’d be willing to be on the cover if he shows Elain a good time.

Feyre: I think so. He so willingly took the picture and gave his full name.

Nesta: He is attractive. His face would sell it. Nesta: Feyre. Nesta: FEYRE. Nesta: Her hand. Look at where her hand is.

Feyre: Oh…OKAY ELAIN.  Feyre: I like that he’s wearing suspenders. That’s attractive.

Rhys: Cassian. My feels are hurt bro.

Cassian: my feels are hurt too bro. they’re just ignoring us.

Feyre: Nes, take out tomorrow for deets?

Nesta: Yes, I want Chinese while grilling her.

Rhys: I’ll bring the drinks.

Nesta: You’re not invited. 

Cassian: Can you order me the dumplings?

Feyre: You’re also not invited.

Nesta: Sisters only. *X emoji* Nesta: I’ll bring us those nice face masks.

Cassian: I want a face mask.

Feyre: no<3

Rhys: But I love me a good face mask too.

Nesta: No. *middle finger emoji*

Cassian: Nes, if I let you peg me, can I come for face masks and chinese?

Nesta: for fucks sake cassian.

Rhys: HAHA

Feyre: god damn it Cassian

Rhys: I mean, Feyre darling if that’s what gets me a face mask and the tea…*smirk emoji*

Nesta: you’re both disgusting.

Feyre: *eyes roll emoji* No. Feyre: unless? *side eye emoji*

Nesta: FEYRE

Elain had finally stumbled home the following afternoon after being fucked six ways to Sunday and she found her sisters waiting for her with face masks, food, and wide eyes. Elain only grinned sheepishly and slumped against her door.

“I’m glad you’re alive.” Nesta said dryly and Elain waved her off with a hand, her grin wide on her face.

“That good, huh?” Feyre asked with her own grin.

“Yes.” she breathed, still thinking about Lucien and what he had done to her. At the way he had kissed her and touched her and fucked her. It hadn’t been good. It had been great.

Elain couldn’t remember a time she had been so enthusiastic to have someone fuck her. Then again, she had had only one partner and even in her fantasies, it hadn’t been like that. Elain bit her lip as a blush bloomed on her cheeks, her mind drifting back to a night like nothing she’d ever experienced before…

~

“I’m going to take, and take, and take from you, Elain.” he had whispered in her ear darkly. “And then my god am I going to give you. You understand?”

“Yes.”

“You’re going to be a good girl for me?” he had asked her while his hands caressed her bare skin. “Will you be the best girl for me? Because if you are, I’m going to make you come so hard you’ll see stars.”

“I’ll be the best girl.” she whispered and shuddered when his lips had kissed and licked their way down her neck, to her collarbones, and then to her exposed breasts. Her hands had come up to immediately cover them, flushing lightly as he looked up at her, quirking a brow in question.

“They’re — they’re small.” she said and Lucien shot her a look so disapproving, she thought he’d spank her. 

He had spanked her later on but at that moment, his hands had cupped one gently, and giving her one last look, his mouth descended on the other. Elain’s moans were breathy as he sucked and squeezed her breasts, switching between the two. He had only pulled away to ask her in a husky voice, “You like my mouth right here? Because I love these pretty little things so much.”

A strangled cry was the only reply she could give when he bit down on one gently and squeezed the other. Then switched and did it again. The sound that came out of her mouth had him pulling away with a smirk.

“Such sounds coming out of that lovely mouth.” he whispered, kissing the valley between her breasts. “You’re going to take my cock in your pretty little pussy and come when I tell you to?” he asked softly, sliding his hands up and smoothing back her hair. “Because I want to fuck you very, very hard, Elain. May I do that, please?”

She knew he could feel the wetness that pooled between her legs at the words and resisted the urge to arch against him. “I’ll take whatever you want to give me.” she breathed.

“You’re just an angel, aren’t you?” he whispered and left a light kiss on her lips. “So ready for me to use you and then take care of you. You want me to take care of you?”

“Please.” she nearly begged. “Please take care of me.”

“Then spread your legs a little wider for me, love. Let me see you in all your glory.”

And take care of her he had. 

It was like Lucien was made for Elain and Elain was made for Lucien.

After he had worshipped her between her legs, he lined himself up to her entrance with her legs around his waist, and Lucien watched her face as he slid into her the first time. And that moment, the moment he had filled her up to the hilt…Lucien knew this was different. Elain knew she wouldn’t be the same. The way he fit her had Elain never wanting to be without his cock again. And by the gods, had she wanted to feel how he fit her without a condom and have his come spill out of her.

Which would be insane of course, considering they had only met that evening. But these feelings, these intense emotions. Oh, she had all the inspiration she needed. 

It had only gotten better from there. He had flipped her over and feasted on her again before taking her hard and fast from behind. 

Elain never thought she’d be the kind of girl who enjoyed her face being pushed into the mattress like that but when it was Lucien’s hands holding her and his cock fucking her, she found she liked it a little too much.

And she also found that she liked it even more when he talked to her. In between their rigorous activities, they took breaks to chat and get to know the person they were baring themselves to. 

Elain found she liked Lucien and the way his mind worked a lot. Lucien found he felt the same about Elain.

And then Elain found she really wanted to suck the cock that made her feel so good. She had crawled toward him on his bed and draped herself across his legs, blinking up at him innocently.

“I want to make you feel good too.” she had whispered and Lucien had smiled at her, brushing her hair to the side.

“And how do you want to do that?”

“By taking you in my mouth.”

“No, you need to phrase that better, love.” he commanded softly, his thumb sliding across her bottom lip. “How do you want to make me feel good?”

“By sucking your cock.” she answered breathlessly. “I want you to come in my mouth.”

“It’s a good thing I want to come in your mouth too, princess.” he replied and then sat back, a king on his throne of a bed. “Show me what a good girl can do with that pretty mouth.”

And Elain certainly had, savoring the way he swore, the way his hands had tightened in her hair, and the way he barely held it together while her tongue played with him, especially as her own wetness dripped down her legs. Lucien had spilled in her mouth with such intensity, come had spilled down the sides of her mouth. She had swallowed as much as she could, like the good girl she wanted to be for him and Lucien’s grin had been feral at the sight.

Shortly after, he had spread her legs and returned the favor with his mouth and fingers then flipped her over and took her from behind a second time, pulling her up, his fist wrapped around her hair. “Look at your pretty swollen cunt, flower.” he had growled in her ear as she whined and panted to the rhythm of his thrusts. “You’re doing so good. It’s a perfect fit for my cock.”

“Please.” she had begged. As if he hadn’t been giving her everything she wanted and more. 

Lucky for Elain, Lucien had wanted to keep giving and taking. It was well in the AM that Elain had been fucked in every corner of his bedroom. She had come riding his dick and his face and his cock again, flopping rather unattractively on his bed with a little whimper after what she thought was the final fucking.

He had chuckled, his hands gently caressed her back and Lucien had paused for just a moment then smacked her plump little ass firmly. He had given her just one moment of reprieve then — a ragged cry escaped her lips as he pulled her hips back towards him, pulling her ass up the way he wanted. “I’m sorry, flower. I thought we were done but then your pretty little pussy —” he started as his hands slid to play with her and Elain couldn’t help the rocking of her hips against his fingers. Or the little needy moan that escaped her lips at how sensitive she was. “ — looks like it needs my cock one more time.” He had whispered and pulled his hand away so he squeezed her ass instead and slid it soothingly up her spine, his other hand fisting his cock slowly. “I love my hand on your throat,” he continued in his ear, and she shuddered against him. “But I love your face pressed in my sheets and the sweet, sweet sounds you make. What would you like?”

Elain had only arched her hips further for him and turned her head to meet his gaze. “Whatever you want to do.” she breathed. “I’m all yours.”

With a wolfish grin, Lucien had pulled her lips to his for a searing kiss and thrust into her to the hilt once more. He had told her she had one more orgasm in her and just like a good little girl, she obliged. 

Elain hadn’t remembered her name or anything about herself for the rest of that night. She only knew that she was in the arms of a man who had her body trembling in need and pleasure. Pleasure he had given her all night, pleasure he had given her the morning after he had made her breakfast, and pleasure he had given her right until he sent her home.

She had kissed him goodbye, her hand on the doorknob when his hand had slid up her dress and he had pushed her panties to the side, rubbing his fingers in the wetness of her heated center. He thrust two fingers inside her with a pleased hum.

“One more time before you go.” He had whispered in her ear as she braced herself against his door and rocked her hips to match the thrust of his fingers. “So I can savor your taste until I get you to myself again.”

She had made a desperate, filthy little noise as he played with her and pumped his fingers into her. He had whispered such dirty things in her ear and Elain had slumped against the door as she came with a choked cry. Lucien had only chuckled when he pulled away, his eyes locked on hers as he licked his fingers clean. 

Elain had left his house on shaking legs and her legs nearly started shaking again just reliving the memories.

“Well, shit. He must’ve really rocked your world.” Feyre said with a cackle and Elain blinked, her blush deepening as she finally remembered she was back at her apartment with her sisters waiting on her. Waiting on her to explain and not on her knees in front of Lucien and letting him do whatever he wanted to her.

Her sisters shared a look, both clearly holding back more laughs but Elain…well, she knew she had gotten all the inspiration she needed. Inspiration and maybe…maybe something more.

“Are you seeing him again?” Nesta asked, quirking a brow.

“For dinner tomorrow night.” she whispered. “And then for a date he’s planning the day after.”

“And more fucking, I presume?” Feyre asked, her lips twitching.

“Definitely more fucking.” Nesta added on with a snort at Elain’s flushed face.

“If I’m lucky.” was Elain’s reply and she straightened, feeling the effects of Lucien everywhere. “And I think I’m going to be very, very lucky.”

#elucien #elucien fanfics #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #elain x lucien #myfics #I hope yall enjoy! #Here is Elain just being unhinged because I love this look on her #she's hilarious #I hope you all get a laugh #I tried tagging people but oh my god tumblr is going nuts on me #so please forgive me if I missed you #shoutout to Becca for reading this through for me #and for Tat and her naughty posts haha #please tell me you find the texts as hilarious as I did lol

[offtorivendell]

My thoughts on the Bryce, Azriel and Nesta HOFAS bonus chapter...

Disclaimer: as suggested by the title, the following discusses the Walmart HOFAS bonus chapter featuring Azriel, Bryce and Nesta. I haven't read the main text, so it won't feature anything related to that, but there are massive Maasverse and HOFAS spoilers ahead regardless. Please beware.

These are just my initial thoughts, not expanded upon in any substantial way and, as usual, I could always be way off the mark.

Also, yes, fair warning that I'll be mentioning the ACOTAR characters a lot. If that's not your jam, and you'd rather avoid any of the possible implications of the crossover, then I'd give this post a miss. On the other hand, if you're interested in how CC/HOFAS may affect Prythian going forward, please read on.

Music:

The Stone Mother song has me 👀 especially as the stone and water were "talking" at the start.

@cassianfanclub and @wingedblooms have already posted about the Stone Mother (here and here); @ladynightcourt3 has found the Phrygian goddess Cybele, also known as the "Mountain Mother," who sounds very relevant.

That being said, am I crazy to think Elain could have been listening in? Is Azriel stone and Elain water? His stone siphons - which Elain called beautiful, did she hear their song, as kin? - and Elain possibly as water? Was she using salt water to boost her powers, or a reflection pool to scry, and keep tabs on her sister and friend?

Or is it the space between linking worlds? Are the old gods talking?

Alternatively, could stone be referring to Nuala and Cerridwen, who are capable of manifesting stone around themselves and others (ACOTAR).

Is this what SJM meant when she said we'd see Elain in "some form" in the next book?

@psychee92 said she wished that SJM had somehow included Mr Brightside, and now I wish the same; even a mention of indie rock. 😭

Josie and Laurel - "He/god will add/increase" "(laurel) trees/victory"? Elain? Lol sorry, but it's either giving gardener, or Elain killing Hybern.

Wraith-like harmonies? After the description of Josie and Laurel's voices? It's crack, but is it a metaphor for Nuala and Cerridwen?

The musical similarities between what Juniper dances to and Prythian's music?!

Azriel's humming/singing made the shadows dance, once more suggesting that shadows dancing is a response to power, not mate bonds

The music Az liked was death metal. Could this link to any sort of metal artefact, like an iron crown for grounding? Or wyrdstone jewellery?

The glass coffin?

"Nineteenth century literature presents the glass coffin as a prison within which sleeping women are frequently mistaken for dead or vice versa." (Source). It's giving Sleeping Beauty (credit to @elriell for the OG SB theory), and a little Snow White.

Check out this tale from The Brothers Grimm, which sounds... suspiciously relevant to Elain.

@cassianfanclub also suggested that it's giving necromancer vibes, and I'd love that for Elain.

Feyre once said she could sleep for a hundred years after coming back from the Prison, right before going to the Hewn City in ACOWAR. After Elain had left the room, and before Feyre went to check in on her to find her "asleep—breathing."

Let's not forget Elain's assistance in rescuing the human COTB, Briar, from Hybern's camp.

Will Elain prick herself while weaving?

I was tired enough that I could barely summon the breath to ask, “Do you think the Cauldron made her insane?” “I think she went through something terrible,” Lucien countered carefully. “And it wouldn’t hurt to have your best healer do a thorough examination.” I rubbed my hand over my face. “All right.” My breath snagged on the words. “Tomorrow morning.” I managed a shallow nod, rallying my strength to rise from the chair. Heavy—there was an old heaviness in me. Like I could sleep for a hundred years and it wouldn’t be enough. “Please tell me,” Lucien said when I crossed the threshold into the foyer. “What the healer says. And if—if you need me for anything.” I gave him one final nod, speech suddenly beyond me. I knew Nesta still wasn’t asleep as I walked past her room. Knew she’d heard every word of our conversation thanks to that Fae hearing. And I knew she heard as I listened at Elain’s door, knocked once, and poked my head in to find her asleep—breathing. - ACOWAR, chapter 27

Azriel specifically said Nesta "beheaded" Hybern, after looking down at Truth-Teller.

This is not Azriel giving Nesta credit for the assassination. If anything he's hiding Elain's involvement.

I've said before, and I'm sure I'm not the only one who has done so, but I would expect Azriel to protect his LI with silence, whoever they are.

He had to have been thinking about Elain, who I've theorised could now/soon be known as "The Shadowsinger's Knife" after she became the "knife in the dark" in Azriel's place at the end of ACOWAR.

The young girl sitting on the mushroom:

I'm still looking into the carving of the young girl sitting on the toadstool with the hound sprawled on the ground beside her, as I find it really interesting. My initial thought was that it seemed like a convenient place to drop a mention of a garden-like fairy carving with a hound right after Bryce had quizzed Azriel about his hypothetical mate, or lack thereof (Elain being both heavily associated with plant life, thanks to her "little garden," as well as dogs, after Nesta called her one in ACOSF).

I also wonder if it has anything to do with the Czech tale that amanita muscaria - while psychoactive/toxic - are said to protect from lightning and other ill fortune. If this is correct, it reminds me a little of the markings - wyrdmarks - on the Archeron cottage.

I don't know where Bryce and co were walking, as I have only read this bonus chapter and the prologue, but given it was carved on an underground wall, and I suspect that there are underground portals in at least the Hewn City and the Prison, and maybe the waterways... could it have been for protection against the invading lightning Asteri? Or did the Asteri (Daglan?) put them there to protect against Thunderbirds, or whatever Hunt is?

Miscellany

Maybe Bryce hadn't been sent there by Urd? Who then? Was @silverlinedeyes right all along?

The mention of pleasure halls seems like a call back to Azriel's bonus chapter, but it's also likely that they aren't all brothels (see Rita's).

Azriel listening closely about Nesta now liking being Fae; he could extrapolate her responses to Elain. Maybe she's no longer miserable, and in need of their pity. And maybe she's changed her mind from ACOFAS, when she said to Feyre "I don't want a mate, I don't want a male."

Azriel said "no" to whether or not he has a mate rather quickly. Hmm... the shadowsinger doth protest too much?

It's also potentially important that Nesta said "yes, WE are" curious about Azriel's mate status. Her, Azriel and most of the fandom! 😂

"Okay, okay," Bryce said. "But it'd be cool to know something about your world. Or about you." They were both silent. Bryce asked Nesta, "You have a mate, right?" She nodded to Azriel. "Do you?" "No." Azriel said quickly, flatly. "A partner or spouse?" "No." Bryce sighed. "Okay, then." Azriel's wings twitched. "You're incurably nosy." "I think that's the nicest thing you've said about me." Bryce winked at him. "Look, I just... I'm curious. Aren't you?" Azriel didn't answer, but Nesta said, "Yes. We are." - HOFAS, Bryce, Azriel and Nesta bonus chapter

All in all, while there were no overt mentions of Elain - and really, why would SJM do that in a series that wasn't Elain's own - imo we got the Elain-shaped holes in the text that I was hoping for, and I can't wait to see if there are any more in the full book.

#hofas spoilers #hofas bonus chapter #bryce azriel nesta bonus chapter #crescent city spoilers #hofas #hosab spoilers #acotar cc tog crossover theory #bryce quinlan #azriel shadowsinger #nesta archeron #elain archeron

[sapphicmsmarvel]

acotar character headcannons: perfume

in case yall were wondering, i sat my perfume tray sniffing everything i owned and matching it to characters 

also !! i have sniffed every single one of these fragrances in store and the ones i own to write this! Some of them i really love, some i like, some i loathe. 

(if anyone ever wants to talk about perfume my dms are open im a perfume nut) 

azriel: he loves sweet and fruity. his personal favorite is a straight up juicy almond-y cherry scent. 

fine’ry not another cherry (the dupe for tom ford’s lost cherry (and it lasts longer than tom ford!!)) 

snif co tart deco

kate spade cherie 

cassian: pure. vanilla. I'm telling you the most strong men crumble at vanilla. Frankly everyone does but that’s another story. 

byrosiejane dulce 

dossier floral marshmallow (dupe for kilian love don’t be shy).  

ellis brooklyn bee 

rhysand: he loves sweet violet scents. Violet is a darker, richer note. It’s sweet and dewy but not overpowering. It's home. 

dolce and gabbana’s the only one 

sol de janeiro 59 

fine’ry magnetic candy 

feyre: a baked good. if you smell like a baked good she’s on the floor. While she loves a plain vanilla, she also loves a more complex, unique scent on you. It makes you easier to find in crowds and a part of her loves watching people crumble at your feet because of your scent and then seeing that you’re always gonna go home with her. 

snif co’s crumb couture 

nest madagascar vanilla 

replica coffee break

morrigan: she loves sweet and fruity as well, but her vice is strawberry. she likes when you smell like a delicious baked strawberry cake with vanilla frosting. she also is a sucker for lychee and rose scents. 

bath and body works strawberry pound cake

ouai’s melrose place 

kayali’s eden sparkling lychee  

amren: she’s not one for strong scents, she gets headaches and irritated. But she loves when your natural scent has a hint of something. Very clean smelling. 

clean reserve’s radiant nectar 

replica matcha meditation 

jo malone london nectarine blossom and honey

nesta: rain, earth, musk. She loves to smell that fresh just cracked open a book, dark academia type smells. It’s very homey to her and reminds her of peace. Which, the poor woman does not get often. 

replicas when the rain stops 

phlur missing person 

juliette has a gun not a perfume 

elain: she loves flowery/fruity smells or you smelling more masculine with flower notes. She loves lavender on you specifically, 

ariana grande god is a woman 

snif co’s house of 8 

phlur mood ring 

lucien: he loves citruses. specifically the smell of tangerines/oranges. He loves when you smell like a juicy, sun-drenched orange in the summer. 

phlurs’ tangerine boy 

dolce and gabanna’s devotion 

nest seville orange 

eris: like azriel (azris lol) he loves a cherry scent but his favorite is a darker cherry. He loves when you smell woody and fruity. Something dark and decadent. He’s also a rum guy. 

kayali’s lovefest burning cherry 

replica’s jazz club 

kilian paris angel share

tarquin: this man loves beachy and summer. He likes that lighter sea breezy citrusy scents but also the sweet tropical ones as well. 

replica’s beach walk 

dolce and gabbana light blue

sol de janeiros 62

#acotar x reader #morrigan x reader #azriel x reader #acotar headcannons #cassian x reader #rhysand x reader #feyre x reader #nesta x reader #elain x reader #lucien x reader #eris x reader #tarquin x reader

[gwyns]

If Elriels think the next book is about Elain and Az then for the love of God someone please explain to me FOR WHO WILL BE THE NEXT BOOK??? There are still one novel and one novella missing.

Fine, let's say the book series is only about the Archeron sister. Then what? Is Lucien going to come out as a long lost Archeron sister?

Okay, another argument - Az and Gwyn are not MC, they can't have a book.

AND LUCIEN AND VASSA ARE MAIN CHARACTERS???

Let's move on to the last argument - the last book will be a multi POV.

SARAH SAID EVERY BOOK WILL FOLLOW ONE COUPLE!

Why do I have the feeling Elriels failed Math?😭 There is no sense the next book to be about Elain even if she did end up with Azriel. Do they really want to Sarah to finish the series with Lucien and Vassa - side characters and definitely not Archeron sisters (since these are their only arguments why the next book is about Elriel)

that's just it, as far as we know we're still getting two novels and a novella. sjm and bloomsbury have confirmed this and there was no mention of any plan changes in the new book contract she signed recently. like if this series is about the archeron sisters only who the fuck is getting the final novel?

sjm has stated multiple times that each novel is about one couple getting together. no multi pov with every acotar character ever and certainly no e/riel duology. isn't it funny how a new potential love interest for az was introduced in the last book and shared part of his bonus chapter with him? and isn't it also funny how elain and lucien are still mates and he's still looking at her with longing? amazing how that works. almost as if sjm wrote it that way for a reason

i loooove vassa but lucien is not interested in that woman, at all. did they skip over the fact that jurian and vassa are at each other's throats "as they like to be"? that's pretty fucking clear to me that they want to bang, if they haven't already and poor lucien is a third wheel yet again lol. however, i'm also realistic, i understand vassa's not going to get her own book. although i'd kill for a vassa and jurian novel after her curse is broken but you know whatever, i accept that'll likely never happen (please sjm i am on my knees)

bottom line is e/riels are hypocritical. gwyn can't be an mc because she's a side character but vassa can even tho she's a fucking bird. elucien and gwynriel can't happen because they're crack ships but e/riel and vucien can even tho they're the literal definition of it. like pick a side and stick to it for more than a day, you can't have it both ways babes

#antielriel #anti e/riel #asks #anonymous

[turningtummyrubs]

Hii

I'm so glad you are taking requests again! I missed your writing. Can we please get something with your OCs Henry and Lucien? Maybe one of them is feeling really sick to his stomach at an event he tried to get out of but his parents didn't believe him. The other one is the only person who actually notices how unwell he is and tries to take care of him.

Thank you so much in advance if you decide to fill my silly little prompt!!

hi!! so i forgot to mention that i'm no longer really taking requests for my old OCs, just taking ideas to apply to whatever new OCs i choose. totally my fault for not specifying. BUT i still wanted to do something for this prompt, so here's a very (very) loose interpretation of the request with some random people i made up on the spot lol

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Breathing in through his nose, Sanders hooks his fingers into the chain-link fence and rocks forward into the metal. The chill permeates his fever in a brief zap—dissipates, gobbled up and swallowed. He touches his tongue to the roof of his mouth and suppresses a low burp.

At the rhythmic pound of footsteps, he tilts his head and drawls, “If you leave school premises, you will not be allowed to return unless you repurchase tickets at the entryway of the south parking lot.”

The group of kids bumble forward. One girl, one of Sanders’ students, says, “Are you alright, Mr. Chao? You look…” The trail-off is rewarding, as is the sheepish look on her face.

“Yes, Priya, I’m fine. Move along.” He makes a curt shooing gesture. A boy laughs and grabs her arm. They stumble out into the street.

Sanders shuts his eyes, opens them again, then turns his attention to the gleaming square of the field, where students churn along booths of food and carnival attractions. He checks his watch. At 7:30, he’s meant to man the cornhole station. It’s 7:28.

Sighing, he straightens and makes his way over to the main event. This task mainly involves standing around watching teenagers swear and make jokes about objects and holes, which is what he does for another half an hour, until the low-level discomfort that’s been swelling in his abdomen reaches a crest and he’s forced to make a quick break for the bathroom.

There are porta-potties set up along the perimeter of the carnival, but Sanders will be damned if he takes a chance on one of those. Grabbing his key card from the back pocket of his pants, he taps it to the reader and slips into the dark empty school. The change in environment is refreshing—no more butter-thick air and screaming children—but it does little to detract from the pain in his gut.

He strides for the nearest staff bathroom and flinches back when, upon flinging open the door, he finds Rufus White, the freshman English teacher, pissing in the urinal. Eyes wide, Rufus yelps and zips up his pants in a clumsy rush. “Oh my god. Sandy, what the fuck.”

“Why didn’t you lock the door?” Sanders demands.

“No one else is supposed to be in here!”

“I wasn’t using one of those Godforsaken porta-potties!”

“Neither was I!”

“Jesus…” Sanders slides a hand across his forehead wearily. “Look, this didn’t happen. It’s fine. Get back to the carnival, please.”

Rufus looks at him funny. “I’m not penciled in for another twenty minutes.”

“Lucky you. Get out.”

“Are you okay?”

“Rufus.”

Rufus just continues staring at him until a soft wet rumble emerges from the caverns of Sanders’ belly. It echoes in the silent dimness of the bathroom. Rufus’s eyes move down, then back up again. “Oh, dude, you should’ve said.”

Sanders rolls his eyes and pushes past him, dropping to his knees in front of the toilet. The toilet water is blue with disinfectant, and as he inhales, he catches an acerbic antiseptic whiff. His nose wrinkles.

To his chagrin, Rufus locks the door behind them and comes to crouch by Sanders’ side. Rubbing a hand up Sanders’ back, he says, “Do what you gotta do, man.”

“You don’t have to be here.”

Rufus doesn’t say anything, just staring at him with that big friendly face.

Sanders sighs heavily and leans forward, another unsettling noise rising up from his intestines. He palms the area and feels irregular vibrations—short rough bursts of matter moving through his system. Eyes fluttering shut, he stifles a burp into his forearm, then groans weakly.

“Are you gonna actually throw up or what?” Rufus asks.

Sanders levels him with a glare. “It doesn’t just happen.”

“It does for me.”

“That’s because when you throw up it’s because you’ve eaten three large pizzas and a loaf of garlic bread.”

“Well, what did you eat?”

“A—a corndog—oh fuck.” Sanders clambers forward and heaves into the toilet, the memory forcing it back up. Half of the slurry is thin as water, acidic, and the rest is composed of thick chunks of meat and soggy bread.

“There ya go,” Rufus says with a grin, thumping Sanders on the back. “You’re doing great.”

Between retches, Sanders reaches back and digs his nails into Rufus’s thigh. His head empties out and fills with static, like someone inserting a mass of bees into his skull via syringe. The bridge of his nose pulses with a dizzying ache.

Rufus makes a sympathetic noise and wraps an arm around Sanders from behind, tucking his hand up and into Sanders’ shirt and pressing on his lower belly. Two meaty fingers encircle Sanders’ navel, over and over—a slow warm slide. The tiniest addition of pressure has another gush of vomit splashing into the water, and Sanders squeezes his eyes shut further, curling imperceptibly around the contact.

Once he’s done puking, he flushes the toilet with a limp hand and remains slumped on the floor. The back of his throat is slick with oil and fat, and those greasy substances bloat up his belches, rendering them viscous as they spill from his mouth. He presses a thumb to the center of his forehead and inhales slowly.

“Still churning pretty bad,” Rufus murmurs, moving his hand from one section of Sanders’ stomach to another to another.

Sanders shakes his head. “It’s fine.”

“I don’t know…” The top of Sanders’ belly remains tender and firm, but lower down, his clammy flesh moves noticeably against Rufus’s palm, swelling and rumbling in certain places before capsizing like a black hole. The gentle massage of any of these rumbles results in a spasmodic tightening of Sanders’ abdominal muscles, and then a similar ripple of mixed pain and relief on his face.

“I have to get back to—to cornhole,” Sanders murmurs, head lolling onto Rufus’s shoulder.

“They can find someone else.”

“Who?”

“I don’t know, a fucking PTA mom or something.”

Exhaling a breathy laugh, Sanders relents.

#belly ache #belly kink #belly rubs #bellyache #upset stomach #stomachache #belly kink writing

[acircusfullofdemons]

🗡🏆 HUNGER GAMES SIMULATOR 🏆🗡

INTRO

Because of the posts by @maddgical-boy [link] & @nevermore-grimes [link], I will now be subjecting my paras to the Horrors. I have a lloottttt of paras, so to make this simply I used a random number generator to select the new victims tributes.

I will also be adding commentary on how accurate this would be to my paras. Because I can’t have fun without criticizing their every decision, despite forcing them to make those decisions in the first place. Bullying my paras is a full time job and brother, I just clocked in >:3

TRIBUTES

District 1: Edward Nixon [Mad as a Crow: Missing Piece of the Puzzle], Lucy Fisher [Phantasmagoria: DreamSet Circus]

District 2: Loyd Nixon [Mad as a Crow: Missing Piece of the Puzzle], Benjamin Graves [Mad as a Crow]

District 3: Marzipan Velveteen [Fractured Fables: Illusions of Life], Neil O’Brian [Mad as a Crow: A Plague of Octopuses]

District 4: Beelzebub Honeyblood [Phantasmagoria: Crossfire], Reign Blanc [Fractured Fables: Illusions of Life]

District 5: Phineas Glazier [Fractured Fables: Illusions of Life], Luciana Potenza [Phantasmagoria]

District 6: Phoebe Sparks [Phantasmagoria: ElectroGear Software], Prism Raymond [Phantasmagoria: DreamSet Circus]

District 7: Thackery Velveteen [Phantasmagoria: Illusions of Life], Rosemary Velveteen [Fractured Fables: She Trusts me, He Loves Me Not]

District 8: Victor West [Mad as a Crow], CaterpillarOS [Fractured Fables: Illusions of Life]

District 9: Mary Crowley [Mad as a Crow], Ketrill Hyde [Phantasmagoria: As the World Falls Down]

District 10: Khole Banner [Mad as a Crow: Assembled Monsters], Alex Grimm [Fractured Fables]

District 11: Stacy Collins [Mad as a Crow], Orion Guerrero [Mad as a Crow]

District 12: Vincent Hyde [Phantasmagoria], Lucien Jekyll [Phantasmagoria]

BLOODBATH

Yknow what i just realized. CaterpillarOS is, uh, a giant robot caterpillar. Khole is a weird mix of species but yeah there’s no way he’d win that fight. 

Aint no fucking way Neil would loose to a blind girl. She has the power of accuracy but is smaller and younger than Neil. He’d rip her to shreds!!

HOW DID PHINEAS SET KETRILL ON FIRE LMAO

DAY 01

I like to think she read him, ironically, one of the brother’s grimms books. It’d be so funny for various reasons. 

NNOOO MARY 😭 say goodbye to our only licensed nurse everyone…

uuuuhhh something something phineas in the wrong paracosm. insert joke about d//c or para!jervis here.

Interesting team up! No idea why Eddie would work with Loyd since that’s his father and they hate each other. Same with Stacy, she hates Eddie bc that’s her dad. I fully believe Prism and Lucy are being held captive here, folks.

Accurate !!! sorry rosemary BUT ALSO. WOW. I CANNOT OVERSTATE HOW ACCURATE THIS IS OH MY GOD??? GIRL HOW DID YOU LIVE OUT YOUR TALE ALL THE WAY OUT HERE IM SCREAMING. also wow accurate for Neil too. Killing another innocent child, I see. At least this one’s intentional!

Our fallen tributes are: CaterpillarOS, Ketrill Hyde, Mary Crowley, Rosemary Glazier.

NIGHT 01

Bee! Don’t kill the bunny!! But fair lol

Debating on if Neil would keep a victim alive. I think for a little bit, for the psychological torment. He always liked to play with his food. 

That is a VERY tense truce lmao, Stacy hates basically everyone Eddie is associated with, which includes the Crowley Family bc ooo boy, that family is a Certified Mess.

Luce 🤝 Phineas: ripped away from their home at a young age thanks to a random dimension portal. Not the same case here but wow I never noticed that. 

DAY 02

Nothing interesting to note.

Our fallen tributes are: Marzipan Velveteen, Phineas Glazier

NIGHT 02

Khole winning is just…perfect. All 3 have to do with experimentation (Khole & Neil are from the same lab/facility/organization, actually!) but Khole was made first, both in a story context and meta context. So. yeah. Older Sibling Rights.

TWIN TEAM UP HELL YEAH!!!!

Either Orion or Eddie is winning those ghost stories bc Orion knew Aurelia, and she worshiped the god of fear, while Eddie knows Jonathan, Aurelia’s descendant and uses fear in his villain schemes. Then again, Bee is literally a demon, so….

YAY STACY!!! sorry loyd just…sucks lmao fuck outta here

DAY 03

Nothing interesting to note.

ARENA EVENT

Our fallen tributes are: Victor West, Neil O’Brian, Loyd Nixon, Reign Blanc, Orion Guerrero, Luciana Potenza, Khole Banner, Vincent Hyde, Thackery Velveteen. Only 9 people left!

Nothing of interest to note for NIGHT 03.

THE FEAST happens, aka The Cornucopia is refilled.

Nothing interesting to note for DAY 04 & NIGHT 04.

Our fallen tributes are: Benjamin Graves, Lucien Jekyll.

Nothing interesting to note for DAY 05 & NIGHT 05.

DAY 06: Eddie dies by accidentally drinking his own poison. Get wrecked, idiot.

NIGHT 06: Prism bashes Alex’s head in. Get his ass!!

Nothing interesting to note for DAY 07, NIGHT 07, & DAY 08.

NIGHT 08: Stacy poisons Prism. Lucy dies from thirst.

Stacy wins!! Wow. Fucking lame as shit I don’t even like her. Wish she stayed wherever the fuck she was before moving to Prism Pulse. Whatever! Realistically speaking she would’ve been killed way back at that random family reunion thing. Yes, by Eddie. he would’ve killed his own daughter. what of it.

#paraportal #luka.txt #dlc: hunger games #system: eternal labyrinth #console: phantasmagoria #console: mad as a crow #console: fractured fables #sorry i kinda lost steam / got bored lmaoaoo #it is funny to me that they only lasted 8 days. like yeah. that checks out.

[bucketsofmonsters]

HM. YKNOW, with as many times as I've personally romanticized the story of Eden (in an ex-christian, probably heretical/blasphemous way) myself, you'd think I'd've realized sooner.

Her name is EDEN.

His is LUCIEN.

I'VE DEDICATED SO MUCH OF MY BRAIN SPACE TO THINKING, LIKE, "wow it was honestly based af for Lucifer to go and bring knowledge to the humans stuck in Eden, I'd smooch the fallen angel fr fr" AND YET. IT TOOK ME UNTIL THE LATEST CHAPTER TO REALIZE THE NARRATIVE PARALLELS FJJFJFND

god I do love the story so far tho 🥺 gnaws on my phone... we love the allegory. We love the themes (even if we're a little slow on the uptake lmao).

No one ever believes me when I say this but this was not 100% intentional lmao. 

Eden is an old oc, she's incredibly flawed and frequently has ill intent. She is selfish and values her own goals more than most other people’s well-being. I called her Eden not only to call to the faux sense of safety she inspires, but also bc more than anything it was important to me that she felt human. Not redeemable or misunderstood, mind you, but fundamentally human and flawed in ways that show aspects of her that are worthy of being understood (something that flawed female characters often do not get as much as male ones do)

For a long time her name was Eve actually, before her apprentice and Lucien were ever created, but it never felt quite right. I really like Eden bc it does give you that sort of sickly sweet sense while I think, also really rooting her in that story of base, fundamental humanity.

She is so incredibly flawed in the way that humans are wont to be. She thinks of herself first, she seeks power and control, and she does it in the name of her own base humanity. (just in the way that readers overwhelming sense of trust and empathy is in the name of hers)

All of that and the whole isolation thing and some other things that I can't mention bc they're spoilers are intentional. 

The Lucien thing fully wasn’t. When creating Lucien I had the reader character (she was not a reader character at the time lol, rip Valentine, ur still the same character but ur name was so cute) in mind and I wasn’t rlly thinking about the whole Eden situation lol, the fact that it lined up so well is either a happy accident or (more likely) my catholic upbringing doing a number on my subconscious lol. 

His name is so close to Lucifers bc I wanted it to feel like he was an archetypal demon, not some exception to the rule. I didn’t want readers to be able to dismiss that fact or distance him from it, it's my way of keeping that front and center.  

The connection between those two names is so serendipitous I frankly cannot believe it lol. Stories have a way of doing that, I’ve found. You form all the themes you can but try as you might, a story will form its own. You just have to adapt to it and make those themes the best they can be. 

So just know ur not alone in missing it for a little longer than you should lol, happens to the best of us my dear

#shout out to snowkissedmonsters for being the first person to comment on it and the reason that I realized the connection lmao #I too would smooch the fallen angel #This was so lovely to receive thank you so so much mwah #I could talk about Eden all day long‚ believe it or not this is Significantly editted down lol #She is everything humanity could ever be‚ everything it never was #the sin that existed long before Eve #I love nothing more than a good character foil #asks

[mediocredoots]

i was tagged by: @selkymaiden thank you chu~

i tag: @swordmaid @flowerzages @rruhos7 @asuraid @saiikavon @hopefulstarfire or @ anyone who wants to can steal it from me.

OC TAG GAME

✨ favorite oc ✨

This one's hard to answer because I have favorites for different reasons but not all of them good. Like Akira is a favorite because he's genuinely messed up in the head and everything he does is a product of that missing link he has. Haru however is my favorite because I love to draw him in his god mode and use pinks & other bright colors.

runner up: Ren, Mitsuki, Cassian, Maya, Alistar, Huang fu

⏳ oldest oc ⏳

I think Haru is my oldest oc out of all of my 237484934 million ocs. He was originally a girl and was a sailor moon oc lol. Over the years I separated him from that world and made him a new one but he's clearly got a lot of magical girl inspo that mostly pull not only from sailor moon but cutey honey too.

❣️newest oc❣️

Technically my little Minotaur girl is the newest OC of mine but since I haven't really thought of her much or fleshed her out it would actually be Amir. I don't know a whole lot about werewolf lore but I thought it'd be interesting to have a black werewolf pack/friend group in the rpc I was in.

runner up: Callahan, Hua Liang, Ying Tao, Theo

💥 meanest oc 💥

Depends on what we consider mean. Vince, Ren, Kaze, Axel and many more are mean sometimes even without being provoked. Like very rude and dickish. But on terms on who's the meanest cuz their morality differs it would probably be Lucien. He'll happily screw someone over with a smile on his face even if it ruins their life.

runner up: Hua Liang, Alistar, Roxanne

💘 softest oc 💘

Haru again! lol he is just a very positive ball of light literally and figuratively. He's very kind & patient who always sees the good in everyone. He's the type of guy you'd feel comfortable around because he'd make it a safe space.

runner up: Victoria, Maya

☢️ most aloof/standoffish ☢️

Probably Alistar. He is a very no nonsense kind of guy but he does have a minuscule sense of humor in him it's just super dry. He has a resting bitch face that repels most people away and he likes it that way. He speaks pretty coldly, direct, one word sentences to get his point across.

runner up: Kagami, Fubuki, Akira when he's not "performing", Helios, Tenjou

🎉 dumbest oc 🎉

Toss up between Ren and Flynn. Rocks for brains. One's an ex yakuza heir the other is a werewolf that was turned from a bite yet both of them would eat raw chicken because they don't know how to cook it.

runner up: Kaze, Ying Tao

✔️ smartest oc ✔️

Akira all the way. I'm just too much of a dumbass to write him. He's supposed to be very calculating, conniving, and know all there is about human/criminal psychology since it's what he went to school for to learn why he was the way he is.

runner up: Tenjou, Hua Liang, Victoria, Mitsuki, Vincent, Kagami

👼 ocs i’d be friends with 👼

Oh man I would love to be friends with Amir. He'd be so goddamn fun and chill to be with. We could road trip together in his van and just be one with nature. The only bad thing is having to make sure to stay far far FAR away from him every month of the full moon lol. Other than that we'd have so much fucking fun.

#oc tag #tag game #one of these days i'll properly put up each and every oc of mine on my toyhouse but that's so much work

[lucienarcheron]

Big Baby [Feysand]

Prompt: Modern AU where Rhys gets drunk at the bar and calls Feyre to rant about how much he loves her.

Genre: Humor/Fluff Rating: SFW Author’s Note: Rhys would 110% be the type of guy who gets super aggressive about telling people how much he loves them while drunk lol. | Originally posted on 11.12.2017

Feyre sat back for a moment to admire her handiwork and her lips curved into a smile. She had been working on the painting for the past hour and was very satisfied with where it was going.

Cassian had decided the guys needed a night out and had practically blackmailed Rhys, Azriel, and Lucien into coming. She’d been at it ever since and it had been a while since Feyre had the apartment to herself and could lose herself in her painting.

Not that Rhys was a bothersome person to live with. But he certainly knew how to be distracting.

For example, he had distracted her in the morning when they tried to take a shower.

He had distracted her when they tried to make breakfast.

He then distracted her the second they set foot in the apartment after work and it took ages to get something to eat.

She chuckled quietly to herself. His distractions were always worth it though.

That gods damn mouth of his.

She shook her head and bit back a smile. He was finally out and enjoying himself. Before he left, however, Rhys had made all kinds of promises for what he would be doing upon his return and she had no doubt he would fulfill them.

Her gaze fell back on her painting, determined not to let him distract her, especially since he wasn’t home. It would be another to add to her collection of starry night sky paintings because she simply couldn’t help herself when it came to this particular image; it gave her a sense of peace in every way she painted it. However, as she started to really get into the zone, her phone began to ring and she blinked. Then smiled. Pressing the green button, she put the phone on speaker and then back on the table next to her.

“Well, if it isn’t my big baby.” she teased. Feyre could hear the sounds of people getting rowdy in the bar and it was silent for a few seconds before she got a response.

“F-Feyre!” came Rhys’s slurred voice and she snorted. “THE LOVE OF MY LIFE.”

“Hey babeeeee.” she replied with a laugh. “Everything okay?”

“Oh yeahhhhhhh.” he said, drawling out his words followed by a giggle. “We’re having a g-great time!”

“Yeah? You sound hammered, babe.” she replied, smiling as she mixed two colors together.

“I am so fucken hammered, babe.” he said, his voice dropping on the phone and she laughed softly. “I just...I m-missed you.”

“Aw babe, it’s barely been two hours. Stop being so clingy!” she replied playfully and laughed again when he started whining.

“But I l-love you so much.” he said and Feyre could practically see the pout she was sure he had going on.

“I love you too, handsome.” she replied and Rhys snickered. “But won’t the guys want your attention?”

“Nahhhhhh.” he slurred and she rolled her eyes, her paintbrush making light strokes. “T-they’re trying to convince Az to strip and let people t-take shots off his body for money but he’s just trying to talk about his feelings.”

Feyre burst out laughing. “You guys are trying to make a business out of Az’s hot bod, huh? How dare he ruin business prospects with his emotions.”

“Ugh, right.” she heard him say and grinned. “Like buddy...just s-shut up about your dog and get licked.”

“Are you going to let people lick shots off your body instead then?” she teased with a laugh and he hummed on the phone.

“Only if those people are y-you, Feyre darrrrling.” he said with another snicker and she shook her head with a smile.

“When you come home, I’ll lick you all you want.” she promised and he groaned.

“I w-want to come home now.”

“Noooo. You’ll ruin the fun for the guys.”

“But I want to have fun with you.” he whined and she rolled her eyes again. “I love you so much, d-darling.”

“I love you too, baby. We’ll have fun when you come home, okay?” she reassured him with a chuckle. “Go back to the boys.”

“Okayyyyyyy.” he whined then started making kissing sounds into the phone. Feyre laughed then made one obnoxious kiss noise in return.

“Go, you big baby!” she playfully shooed and he groaned loudly before disconnecting the phone. Feyre took a look at her phone and then laughed softly, imagining what kind of nonsense must be going on and how distracted the others had to be that Rhys had sneaked off to call her. Considering Lucien would be the sober, responsible driver of the night, Feyre knew she would be getting video and photo evidence of it all.

Barely five minutes had passed when her phone rang again and she snorted.

“Yes, Rhys?”

“I just realized,” he slurred. “Y-you honestly have the cutest nose.”

“Are you serious right now?” she asked incredulously but laughed nonetheless.

“Yesss, oh my gods, Feyre darling,” he said excitedly with a hiccup. “I love your n-nose so much. It’s so cute I just wanna b-bite it.”

“Why thank you, my love.”

“And babe?” he started and hiccuped again. “I loooove your butt.”

Feyre snorted. “I love your butt too, Rhys.”

“And you k-know? I love your little freckles. They’re soooo cute.”

“I love your whole face, babe.”

“F-Feyre, shush.” he said suddenly and Feyre arched a brow, looking at her phone. “I’m t-trying to list all the things I love about y-you.”

Even though he couldn’t see her and even though he was being absolutely ridiculous, a blush blossomed on her cheeks and Feyre couldn’t even begin to describe the depth of her love for this man.

“So I’m not allowed to say the things I love about you? Or to comment?”

“S-save if for when I come home and you lick me everywhere.”

She grinned, dipping her paintbrush into another color. “Fair enough. Continue with that beautiful mouth of yours.”

“W-wait, Cassian is bringing me another drink.”

After listening to a few minutes of Cassian and Rhys drunkenly arguing about whose drink was for who, she finally heard Rhys breathe deeply into the phone.

“Figured out the dilemma of your drinks?”

“Yeah...stupid had the same drink. Go aWAY CASSIAN. I’M TALKING TO F-FEYRE.”

Feyre rolled her eyes and snorted softly as the argument seemed to escalate quickly and when the two started swearing at each other, Feyre clicked the call off.

“Idiots.” she muttered and rolling her shoulders back, Feyre brought the focus back on her painting, dipping her brush into the needed colors.

This peace lasted for barely two minutes before her phone rang again and Feyre tilted her head back with an exasperated laugh.

“Babe, this is getting ridiculous.” she answered the phone and she heard him whine.

“B-but babe...you don’t want to talk to me?” he asked in such a hurt tone that Feyre couldn't help her chuckle.

“I love talking to you but you need to go have fun.” she said and heard him whine again.

“B-but I want to tell you how much I love you.” he slurred. “I need you to know.”

“Baby, I know. You are very good at telling and showing me you love me.” Feyre replied with a smile. “Something I am very grateful for.”

“Iloveyousomuch.” he said in one breath then hiccuped and she laughed.

“I love you so much too.”

“Hey Feyre.”

“Yes, Rhys?”

“Feyreeeeeee.”

“Rhysssssss.”

“Darling.”

“My love.”

“I love your face.”

“Oh yeah?”

“And your butt. I love it.”

“You’ve mentioned that, yes.”

“And I l-love that face you make right before you come.” he hummed and heat colored her face.

“That got dirty quickly now, didn’t it.” she said, amused.

“I can get so much more dirty, darling.” he murmured and Feyre grinned.

“There is no doubt in my mind that you could.”

“I love the way you taste.” he said then hiccuped and she bit back a grin. “And the face you m-make when I first thrust in you. Gods.”

“Are you turning yourself on right now, babe?” she teased and he groaned.

“I’m so hard right now, babe. Thinking about you and your BEAUTIFUL body.” he whined and Feyre really laughed now.

“Oh babe. What do I do with you?”

“Don’t laugh at my pain!”

“I’m sorry, Rhys. It’s just really funny.” she said and when he made an offended sound, she rolled her eyes. “It’s very cute too.”

“I’m gunna tell everyone at the bar how much I love you.” he slurred and before she could protest, she heard him shuffling and a thud then a soft ‘whoa.’

“Rhys? Whatever you’re about to do, don’t do it.” she warned, her hands frozen in place because he was piss drunk at a bar and being really stupid.

“EVERYBODY.” she heard him shout and her brows shot up. “I LOVE MY WIFE SO MUCH. SHE’S SO BEAUTIFUL AND I GET TO GO HOME AND SLEEP NEXT TO HER EVERY NIGHT. WHOO!”

If her hands weren’t smeared with paint, Feyre would’ve facepalmed, instead choosing to groan audibly.

“Rhys, are you serious right now?” she asked with a laugh and all she got in return was muffled noises and incoherent yelling. “Rhys?”

It took another moment and Feyre sat blinking, her forehead creasing in worry before Rhys finally huffed into the phone.

“Is everything okay?” she quickly asked. “Are you okay?”

“No.” he mumbled and then hiccuped. “They told me to s-shut up.”

Relief washed over her and she laughed softly. “Aw, I’m sorry baby. It’s okay. I loved your announcement.”

“Someone said I’m lying and you must be ugly.” he choked out and Feyre clamped her lips together tightly, holding back her laughter. “I w-would’ve fought them but I can’t tell who s-said it.”

“It’s okay, Rhys. They don’t know me. Their opinions don’t matter.”

“B-but I love you so much. You’re so beautiful.” he stuttered and Feyre froze.

“Rhys...are you — are you crying?”

“No.” he croaked. “I’m just a-angry!”

Quickly pressing the mute button, Feyre burst out laughing as Rhys continued to pretend not to be sobbing on the phone. Fanning her face, she took a few deep breaths and cleared her throat so as to not burst out laughing again and hurt his feelings.

Unmuting the call, Feyre cut him off mid-rant. “Rhys, I think you should come home now. I just — I can’t take it anymore.” she said with a grin and she heard him hiccup again.

“Me either, d-darling.” he muttered and then sniffled. “‘Mm find Lucien.”

“Okay. Be safe, please. I’ll miss you till I see you.”

“Loveyousomuch.” he slurred and started making obnoxious kiss noises into the phone again. She laughed and as she was about to end the call, she heard him yell out, “MY WIFE IS HOT AND YOU’RE ALL A BUNCH OF J-JERKS.”

“Oh gods.” she mumbled and wiped her hands clean, shooting a quick text to Lucien that he needed to locate her husband and bring him home.

She had just started placing the finishing touches on her painting when her phone buzzed with a text. Feyre opened the message and blinked in confusion at the photo attachments then burst into another fit of laughter. Lucien had sent her two photos: the first was a picture of her husband with tears streaming down his face and the second was Rhys sobbing on the counter.

Text from: Lucien Someone called you ugly again and he didn’t take it well. It was me. I called you ugly just to capture this glorious moment. Thank you for the opportunity to see how much of a big baby your husband actually is, I will never let him live it down. See you soon!

#feysand #feysand fanfiction #feyre archeron #rhysand #acotar fanfiction #fic: bg baby #gfics #I just like rhys dumb and in love

[captainsspnanon]

C2E62 - Domestic Respite - reaction

The things people don’t say about hyperfocusing is that it’s really fucking annoying when you are only interested in the one thing despite having other things you want to do.  I have been hyperfocused on a youtube channel for like, two or three weeks, and each time I’m like ‘hey I’d like to watch this other thing’ and my brain is just like NOPE THIS ONE CHANNEL ONLY.  Last night (future me note: last night being like almost three weeks ago lol) it finally broke (woohoo!) so back to the mighty nein!

(also I did end up buying the Nine Eyes of Lucien, so we’ll see how I like that.  And reunion special coming soon!!!! *intense vibrating*)

…...why do they all look super sexy this episode what the fuck

also top table blurry again :(  at least it’s not AS noticeable when they go to the stacked shot

though I’m also distracted because it looks like Matt’s wearing foundation?  That maybe doesn’t match his skin tone?  Not actually sure if this was a screen test experiment that just didn’t work, or if they’ve been doing it for ages and for whatever reason it’s just more noticeable this episode.

Sam’s bit starts with the dndbeyond bundle, and as someone who has looked at the prices of those, HOLY FUCK that’s a lot.  I was contemplating it once I started playing until I actually saw the price and said FUCK THAT.  The legendary bundle?  IT’S OVER 900!! /meme   sourcebook bundle is over 400, and it’s just like…..nope.  To be fair, prices make a bit more sense when you consider that a lot of the people who would buy it all would slowly accumulate it over time which makes the impact less, but if you’re like me and joined late, hell no.  I will save my cash for dice.

First – watching them slowly plan out the layout of the house warms my heart so much, it really makes me wish we could have seen Vox Machina planning out the keep.  Second – despite having only watched an episode of this a few weeks ago, I’m astonished how much I’ve MISSED these voices!  I’m genuinely loving C3, it’s my second favorite out of the three, but the Nein just means SO much to me.  I swear, I’m going to be so emotional with the reunion special!  Though I’m going to be very sad to be missing Caduceus T.T

The Xhorhaus isn’t the Xhorhouse until the tree has been planted.  *giant dopey grin* I love this so so so so much.  Soon the hot tub and the mural and life will be good.

Holy fuck Liam that creaking sound!!!  Sometimes these voice actors smack you across the face and remind you that they’re professionals.

Caduceus putting in micro-shrines for everybody MY HEART.  Also, is C2 the campaign with the most PCs with deific relations?  Fjord and the Wildmother, Caduceus and the Wildmother, Jester and the Traveler, Yasha and the Storm Lord, and then Caleb and Beau have respect for a deity without it being worship (the Archheart and the Knowing Mistress respectively), so only Nott without a connection.  Even Molly had a connection to the Moonweaver, unknown if it would have become more prominent than the few offhand mentions we originally got.  C1 had Pike and Sarenrae, Vax and the Raven Queen, and then Vex and Scanlan got ‘championships’ of Pelor and Ioun respectively, but I honestly consider that to be tangential considering how much it felt like last minute powerups versus any type of actual worship.  Keyleth has the staff of Melora but not any even tangential relationship there, and Percy was also solidly non-god.  Tary we never really got into the details of.  I don’t know how much I’d count Grog with whatever-the-actual-name-of-the-Stormlord-is-I-forget, he enjoyed the fighting, but I don’t know if there was ever any worship or godly respect there aside from fighting?  I’d have to wait til the rewatch.  Kord?  I think Kord. C3 seems to be getting into deific stuff now, but still less than the others.  Huh.  You know, I never would have thought of C2 being the ‘religious’ campaign.  To me, it feels more like VM would have been the worshippers, but it’s really not.  I don’t have analysis for this at the moment, this is something I have to chew over for a while.  (and also, there is a distinct possibility that I’ve come to this exact realization earlier in my rewatch and then completely forgot it.)

THE MURAL!!!!!! also, I just rewatched this bit again but only focusing on Travis’s face.  I miss so much by focusing only on the people RPing!   This is why, despite some of the nonsense I see, I do love following the fanbase on tumblr.  Because other people notice this shit and gif it so I can see it later.

Fast travel activated!  I’m glad that even with the options that they get, there’s still a lot of slow travel in C2.  C1 was so much fast travel all the time (wind walk and transport via plants), and C3 it feels like the travel is skipped over so much.  I love love love the slow travel.  Looking forwards to Eiselcross and its slow travel now.

I love Fjord so much.  Travis plays the dry wit SO well!

(for those watching C3 live right now, who else agrees that they need a decompression episode like this right now?  They need to breathe!)

Huh, head of the Gold Chain Mercenaries vanished into Darktown 10 years before the campaign began.  One shot NPC?  Honestly doubt it, but would be thrilled if that ended up being a bit of an easter egg.

One thing I adore about the Fjord and Jester RP scenes is that there’s this level of uncomfortableness to them from Fjord, a case of being unwilling to open up fully, even as he trusts Jester to a significant extent.  If I recall correctly, these RP moments get more and more open and honest as the campaign goes on and as Fjord slowly continues to shed his hesitation and bravado.

LOL at Liam being like “I have a bunch of RP stored up, gonna grab a few!”  I forgot about this letter conversation though.  Once again, fuck you Liam and your RP ripping out my heart. Talk about minute facial expressions and mannerisms to tell a whole fucking story.  I’m entitled to financial compensation for the distress he puts me through.

Calianna’s package!  I wonder how long it’s been sitting there.  I’ll be honest, the only gift of hers that I remember is the wand, and it’s because Caleb uses it for the tower.

I know Liam really likes to emphasize that Caleb was in a poly relationship with Astrid AND Eadwulf, but when he says things like Astrid was ‘the one’, I’m not surprised that people focused on that aspect and pushed away the Eadwulf part.   I’m actually trying to remember, at this point in time, I think it’s very reasonable to only think that he was in a relationship with Astrid.  She’s been brought up several times (best dancer, the letter, this comment) whereas Eadwulf has only been brought up in the initial story.  In fact, I’m wondering if the Eadwulf ‘reveal’ (which wasn’t even that much) was only when Caleb saw him guarding the beacon and asked Matt if his arms were still as sexy as he remembered (paraphrased).

HOW DID I MISS SAM’S REACTION WHEN CALEB DENIED BEING IN LOVE WITH NOTT!  These goofballs.

I do see why people may get irritated with Liam for his big RP stuff.  After all, here he’s doing three scenes back to back to back.  I get it, but at the same time, I also get Liam’s point of view.  How long has he been trying to have these conversations but there hasn’t been time for it.  They’re in two weeks of downtime now, but since it’s not played out in real time, he’s got to make sure to get the RP in before the group goes down a rabbit hole of another thread.  I honestly can’t say how I feel.  I really enjoy all the scenes, but I also feel for the other players.  It’s not super fun to just sit and spectate for a chunk of time!  With these three conversations, I most feel like the Beau and Caleb conversation could have been skipped, but you never now how things are going to turn out in the moment.  Hmmm.  Looking at the timestamps.  For those two scenes, it was still only 13 minutes, which actually isn’t bad.  The Caleb and Fjord (of which the other players interject a section before it happens) is under 10 minutes.  Okay, that’s actually not bad at all.

Not only that, but they’re all really respectful of each other and the time.  Laura interjects at a break in the scene, and Liam immediately gives a thumbs up to Matt and/or the table, indicating that he’s fully cool with sitting back and waiting before he hits his next point.  I recently saw a few clips from the second episode of VM, and oh boy things were so so SO much worse then.  So much talking over each other CONSTANTLY.  I know part of it was just them improving the show quality, but also I feel a lot of it was also them respecting it as a performance just for themselves.

Nott crafting things!!!  While Taliesin was always close to the chest with WHAT Percy was creating, I did enjoy having the PCs that actually made stuff.  And Matt being adorable and having Yeza and Veth act as partners instead of lead and assistant (which makes super sense).  We got some good crafting stuff from Nott, though I always could go for more.

Oh Yasha and your bracers.  Do they EVER get picked up after being enchanted??? …episode 91.  We’re in episode 62.  Okay (okay okay), she gets mind controlled.  That’s episodes 70 through 85.  (well, 86 and 87 as well I think?  Ashley is back as of 86, but that’s the fight where the mind control is broken, and then the Obann fight I THINK goes into 87 as well?)  And the bracers were still being enchanted during the first stretch.  SO.   Actually, that’s not that bad, is it?  That’s only like 3 or 4 episodes of her being back before she picks up the bracers.  Looking at the timeline, it’s maybe 6 in game days from when she is returned to her normal mental state? That’s actually super reasonable!!!  I guess it just feels so long because 29 episodes is over 6 months of actual play time.

3,000 gold and 10 weeks.  Hmmm, Beau’s were only 1200, I wonder if it’s a Rosohna markup?  Or maybe Beau’s are only plus one whereas Yasha’s are plus two?  Nope, they’re the same.  Huh.  One of the mysteries I’ll never know.  ALSO, I re-discovered that while Yasha picks up the bracers in 91, Ashley doesn’t have her swap them out until 110, so THAT explains that.  That’s 23 episodes from her being back to putting them on, nearly half a year AGAIN.  So almost a full YEAR between her purchasing them and using them.

LOL at Travis “no you need the defense.  I know, almost as if I was there and it was happening to me”

Also, considering my little spiel up there in regards to Liam and his RP?  I take most of it back, this was broken up very well with everyone being respectful. Any complaints of Liam this episode are invalid.  *slams gavel*

CALEB AND ESSEK CALEB AND ESSEK THE 12 PERSUASION AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

*cough* Look I’m not immune to Shadowgast, okay???  Anyhow, many many people have written about this moment, far better that I could even try.  My impressions are very muddled though.  I am not smart enough to keep up with the 20+ INT wizards and their layers and layers of subterfuge and veiled statements and hidden context and fear and enticement and strategy.  I’m akin to Jester, an open gasp when Essek even invites the idea of starting to teach Caleb.  Regardless, I love every second of it.  (I’m a fan of the honeypot4honeypot theory, even if it doesn’t meet actuality.)

(subtitles have Caleb saying “do come in”, but I think it’s actually “willkommen”)

(also I LOVE how everyone gets so stoked with Essek teaching Caleb magic.  Even though it’s technically only a bit moment for Caleb/Liam, it feels like a bit moment for everyone)

Oh man this conversation between Fjord and Caleb.  I truly wonder if Fjord would ever have come to Caleb if he hadn’t had his powers stripped away and been left defenseless.  Was it just a deflection?  Was it something that he was intending in the moment but then later changed his mind?  Was there just no time for it before his whole thing happened?

WAIT WHAT IS THIS PERCEPTION CHECK THAT FJORD FAILS AAAAAAAAAAAA

We’ve had hints, but this is the first real descent into Sprinkle’s memedom.  The entire thing just went SO BADLY, it’s PERFECT.  Everyone at the table just absolutely DYING as Laura keeps rolling bad and worse and it’s such a glorious disaster.

…….Fjord just called Professor Thaddeus a shithead.   …..PROBABLY NOTHING PROBABLY NOTHING

Whoops it’s now been over a week since I touched this episode again.  Will I finish it before the first episode of the M9 reunited?  WHO KNOWS (probably not).  Brain went and fucked me again.  It’s been a time.

Back almost a week after that week comment.  The first of the two parter airs tomorrow, I’M FINISHING THIS BITCH TODAY.

It’s funny, I’m honestly not sure if it was Fjord or Travis resisting using the flirting angle, but then he just goes whole hog into it and it’s amazing.  I don’t think I’d heard a clip of Travis singing before this, so I thought he couldn’t for a while.  I know better now XD

Thinking on it, I cannot recall if Grog flirted more than like one or two times in the entire C1.  I remember a goliath drummer when Tary was there, I think?  Fjord certainly used the tactic more (Avantika and Maruo), but Travis is such a good RPer that while I THINK it may have been him slowly getting more comfortable with it by leaning into the absurdity, it could just actually be how he’s playing Fjord and Travis had no reluctance at all (at least for the Fjord/NPC stuff. We know from Talks he was highly reluctant for the PC/PC stuff). ...insert relevant C3 comment here.

Sorry not sorry but the fact that Maruo’s name is spelled Maruo and not Mauro drives me nuts.  NUTS.

Somehow it seems really fitting that Nott can’t pick the lock but CAN blindly cast mage hand to flip the latch.  I’ve mentioned this before, but Sam for a lot of the campaign never really felt to me like he was super interested in rogue.  Based off of the subclass and seeing C1, it made a good argument that he enjoys playing a support caster a LOT. While Nott certainly swiped a lot of things early on the campaign, she really did reduce her stealing pretty dramatically, rarely remembered to search for traps, and frequently got prodded to scout ahead or to pick locks.  I don’t want to call her a bad rogue because she certainly isn’t, but it’s a very interesting take on a non-standard way of playing one.  It works incredibly well with her character and the choices that Sam ends up making throughout.  He mentioned early on in a Talks that he hadn’t planned her subclass, had been considering Thief, but ended up going Arcane Trickster based off of the RP he had with Liam.  It’s very hard for me to picture Nott as a Thief Rogue, one of those curious What Ifs that will never be explored.  (looking at the features on dndbeyond right now, I REALLY can’t picture it.  I’m sure Sam would have played it well, but these don’t feel like they would lend to Nott at all.  The only thing I can think of off the top of my head would have been using Fast Hands as a bonus action when fighting the Iron Shepherds the first time, which would have let Nott attack and then try to lock pick, possibly helping to keep Molly alive?)

LOL they only got the residuum and suude because they weren’t sure what they should be doing and so were like ‘yeah we’ll just pry some random shit open’.  Also, first time watching I 100% missed Matt saying it was spices and them whispering it was suude.  I get the reference now XD

Huh, I forgot that Caleb/Liam pushed to have the Xhorhouse called the MT House for Molly.  Sorry dude, Xhorhouse is a million times better, and I’m pretty sure the MT House / MT Spa literally never comes up again XD

MAP!!!! MAP MAP MAP MAP MAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Matt did a pretty good Shakaste.  He couldn’t nail the exactness of how Khary spoke, but he captured a lot of the personality.  Ended up being a little ‘sexier’, but that’s probably just how they took in Khary’s performance XD

One – the fact that Caleb had to roll a history check and didn’t know what a Scourger was seemed bullshit, but Matt explained it nicely by clarifying that Caleb knew the term Volstrucker and didn’t initially piece the two together.  Two – ‘royal assassins’.  So this is something known by the crown.  In the fan base (and I feel like by the end of the campaign as well?) it’s more understood almost to be Trent’s private army.  I’ll have to pay attention and see if this is just fan interpretation forgetting things, or if this was genuinely altered during the campaign.  It certainly adds a new level of complexity to the story...though perhaps it’s only Trent’s METHODS that are what gets him tossed under the bus, not the existence of Scourgers themselves.

Holy shit I’m checking out the wiki and it talks about how Volstrucker can send messages to each other through sending letters through the fire and I TOTALLY thought that was just an invention in one fan fic that I read!!  Also, looks like they report directly to Trent – not stated necessarily in the campaign but confirmed in the EGtW.

Once again, I forgot how hard Caleb was pushing to essentially be a double/triple agent. It doesn’t happen, but he typically went there first when thinking about strategy and plans for moving forwards.  Once again, props to Liam for how deep he leans into the RP of his characters, holy shit. Layers upon layers upon layers….and he always jokes that he’s dumb.

“Real question, do you care about the Empire?  No judgement.”  “I didn’t think I did.” FUCKING STAB ME THROUGH THE HEART MARISHA RAY FUCK YOU I love beau so much it’s not even funny

Ending the episode on the Brjeaus being emotional and supportive, and then Matt and Marisha being adorable about her birthday.  GOOD EPISODE.

#critical role #the mighty nein #cr c2 rewatch

[longsightmyth]

anti-sjm sentiments increase after every book she releases, which is great, but something deeply uncomfortable I'm realizing, especially in the anti-acotar community, is that ... a lot of new antis do not actually care about the deeply problematic elements and patterns of sjm's works, but only care about them in the context of their favourite character. It's the same mindset as the stan community with the "anti" name.

some Feyre stans, for example (or rather Feysand stans, idk if she has stans of her own because sjm hasn't given her a fucking personality to stand on) are very disillusioned and pissed off with the crap Rhys pulls on her in acofas and acosf, but fail to understand that it is not a random 180 degree character change, it's a perfectly predictable pattern of behaviour from the time he abused her in acotar, something they still continue to dismiss or deny.

Tamlin is another character - while there has been renewed attention given to the way he's treated very unfairly in the narrative (which is good!), some new fans of his veer very close to outright woobificafion. I read a post that criticized Feyre for getting together with rhysand so fast after Tamlin, because it was - I kid you not - disrespectful to Tamlin and her relationship with him. yeah. the dude who emotionally and physically abused her - that's who she should be respecting. I've seen his relationship with Lucien get romantisized as well.

Nesta fans (and I'm one of them so it's doubly irritating) are rightfully furious at how badly sjm treats her, and how the narrative harps on that while blissfully ignoring the crap that other characters have done. But there's...no need to deny & dismiss the fact that she genuinely was very shitty to Feyre in the beginning of acotar (and feyre is very shitty to her now). Like, it's fine to acknowledge it lol, it doesn't mean to have to like Nesta less as a character. And so many stans also ship her with Cassian, which I genuinely do not understand because if they really cared about her, why the fuck are they shipping her with her abuser? Some of those people were rightfully outraged after Silver Flames, but it's the same as feysand fans - they ignore the pattern of abuse that's been existent since Wings and Embers. and some Nesta fans ship her with ERIS of all characters, good god.

Mor's treatment is a fucking mess. She's dismissed by a lot of people, and from what i've seen, there are quite a few Nesta stans vehemently hate her. Which I get to an extent, because she was terrible to Nesta in acosf, but maybe acknowledge that this is the same person who helped Feyre contrary to Rhys's wishes in acomaf, and the fact that she's queer was a complete retcon by sjm followed by a downgrade in her narrative importance, her powers, and her likeability. And that Azriel pursuing her for 500+ years is is fucking CREEPY, she is terribly unnerved and uncomfortable by it, meaning she in *also* in a deeply toxic situation. and I think sometimes she's blamed for sleeping with Cassian, too, idk. People who write pages describing how unfairly other female characters are treated but make no room for her are automatically disregarded by me lol.

... anyway, yeah. I'm not sure this makes sense, I don't remember exact details of the series so maybe I've missed my mark at places, but this is what I've observed.

No I think you're right - it's frustrating when there are problems with a series (especially serious ones) that people either don't see or ignore until it impacts a character or facet of the story they care about.

And yes, while the treatment of women in the series is pretty crappy, the treatment of women IN the series by fandom is even crappier. Whatever you (general you) feel Mor's sexuality is, it shouldn't matter: someone who has shown no interest in another person for 500 YEARS is not at fault for the other person continuing to lust after them, and it rubbed me the wrong way that the only way Feyre could excuse Mor not being into Azriel was that Mor is into women.

In short, the books tie into and encourage protagonist-centered morality, and while the books themselves hold Rhys up as the ultimate protagonist, fans are going to have different favorites.

(I’m sorry this took so long to answer, apparently I typed it up and put it in drafts?!)

#myth rags on a court of thorns and roses

[youngbloodbuzz]

Buzzy hi, I'm here with a crit role question if you are okay with it. So the last couple of episodes a Lot has happened, a lot of lore was dropped, especially the last two episodes and I didn't see Fearne's connection to Rudius coming. And I've seen a lot of posts lately about how people are feeling about the pacing of this campaign in comparison with the VM and MN and that it is different in more than one way, for examples more characters with well established relationships pre campaign, also they all seemed to click with each other faster and the backstories were revealed earlier and there was a clear goal for most of them. So first I wanted to ask you what is your take on that? Because to me it doesn't feel like they are speedrunning, I think they are setting the stage for something bigger. Secondly, there is no denying that Imogen has the greatest main character vibes. And I love it, I mean I love her very much, Laura is really killing with this role. Also when they came to Bassuras all that had connections to this place, their stories moved forward which is what was expected to happen of course and Matt's storytelling is brilliant. But that leaves out Laudna and Chetney. And more than anything I'm worried about Laudna and her story. Worried is a strong word probably but yeah. I don't want her to be in the background and the supportive character because I know how much she loves Imogen and that they came to Jrusar because she wanted to help Imogen find out more about herself. But I have so many question about Laudna and things that I'd like to ask Marisha. For example I'm pretty sure Imogen is in love with Laudna because of all the hints Laura's been dropping but I don't know about Laudna I see it I see that she loves her but also it feels like Laudna herself has never thought about it?? I don't know what I'm talking about but like with Dusk Marisha had her suspicions, she and Travis were sharing glances and stuff but Laudna had no suspicions, she was the most open and welcoming towards Dusk so I'm just here like miss Ray I'd like to have a word with you? Sorry this ask got a lot longer than I intended it to be. If you want to share your thoughts/feelings on any of this, thank you!

oof yea that's a lot so much is happening I don't even know where to start.

i think...people underestimate just how much meandering goes on in a sandbox campaign at the early levels. it happens in every game but with BH it feels like matt's been building up to something big since day one with everyone's backstories and the political backdrop in jrusar (and now bassuras). and yea i don't think matt's speedrunning, it only feels like it is only because matt's dumping a Lot of lore, and that's because like....there's just...So much fucking lore with what they're dealing with regarding backstories (and I bet matt's been dying to go on about it since cr1). plus, this arc is almost piggybacking off of exu calamity because of the upcoming apogee solstice and we all know how well that went in calamity lol what the fuck.gif

i was telling a friend that this ruidis arc feels almost exactly like the briarwood arc and molly/lucien's arc, it's a stepping stone to something bigger much much later down the road. defeat delilah/lose molly, and find out a year later that delilah's ritual was successful/lucien rose from the dead almost a year later and is bringing basically the apocalypse. this arc here feels kinda like that. a small pebble in a lake with ripple effects that'll influence the rest of the campaign. i have no clue what to expect or just how much BH will have to do to prevent......whatever is happening cause god knows we still don't know shit for all the lore we got lmao.

so yea, i don't mind the pacing. it's dnd. things can be slow for ages and then suddenly crank up the gears to 11 without warning. vm went through it and so did tm9. and besides like, the crew did say that all bets were off in this campaign. expect everything and nothing.

oh god yea imogen's main character vibes is off the fucking charts, I'm so glad laura gets to show off her acting chops even more this campaign she's nailing it. and imogen is so fucking fascinating, it feels like how percy and fjord had main character vibes with arcs that lasted throughout the entire campaign, I'm so excited.

as for laudna though, i'm...i understand the worry. she is very much personally disconnected from this arc but I think we're all forgetting the little friend that lives inside her brain who still clearly craves power and vored a gnarlrock which did....Something. and guess what they're surrounded by right now? lol everything is fine. delilah isn't getting a front row seat to all this potential worldbreaking shit and thoughtfully steepling her evil fingers. she's not buying her time to absorb more power and take over laudna's body as her own at all. (yall I wonder if she knows that sylas is Dead lmao). honestly....i'd say not to worry about laudna getting a centerstage arc but also lmao I'm shaking in my fucking boots matt pls don't hurt me or my dead girl

and, we can't predict how relationships will pan out on cr but...i think laudna will figure it out. this is a slow burn to end all slow burns, but either way I just...want them to have a happy ending together so bad.

#asks #anonymous #critical role #cr3 #cr spoilers #long post

[acourtofthought]

I don’t want to bring this up with this op as they don’t ship elucien and I don’t want to be antagonizing, but the bit in their theory/analysis about Odin having sacrificed an eye in exchange for knowledge screamed Lucien to me. Also Aemond Targaryen but that’s not related lol

I think they are on to something about Elain representing rebirth and a possible influence from Ragnorock in her book. But I think there’s some some room here for an Elucien storyline, if that’s the case…

I'm a little confused on what they're exactly hinting at with this theory, it seems like a few random thoughts that don't all work together. How does Elain possibly living in the townhouse tie into anything? I'm not saying it's not a possibility, I just don't understand how it goes along with the theory. And how did we jump from Odin to Koschei's soul?

SJM could give a nod to Ragnarok considering she's already hinted that the Asteri are looking to find their way back to Prythian to seek revenge (and we know they basically destroy life) and the horn has already shown to have meaning.

But to me Feyre / Rhys seem to be "Birth / Rebirth" considering they repaired the Cauldron (the thing that basically created everything) which would have destroyed everything and are mentioned as "the beginning" (and the more blatant fact that SJM included her giving actual birth).

I definitely see Nesta as "Death" but as far as Elain, I've always seen her as Life. SJM tagged her under Blodeuwedd who is the Welsh Goddess of Spring and this is what's said of her:

"Blodeuwedd is considered by some to be the Welsh Goddess of Spring bringing warmth and new life, in the form of flowers, after the cold and barrenness of winter."

SJM also has hints tying Elain to Silba, the Goddess of Healing. Healing is sustaining life, not birth.

And I do agree with you, the only character currently missing an eye like Odin is Lucien. And I'm cool with anything connecting him to a God 😁😂

[notproofread]

so i finished a court of wings an ruin pt.2

let us talk about the men... even though i don't really want to talk about them. for the most part they really disappointed me lol

Tamlin

tamlin is.... trying to be better (at least in the beginning) i guess but there will be no way that he will actually heal & get to move on if not only feyre but lucien as well betray him, use him, destroy him & his court

I was very much interested to see where the story leads him though I had no actual hopes for him to get a redemption arc (which he deserves, I stand by that point argue with the wall)

then he was not trying to do better anymore but now I think he is fully leaning into the villain role which FINALLY gives him the edge that has been missing

because now i see and feel that he has turned his back to prythian because he has really lost EVERYTHING that had importance to him (feyre, lucien, his court, ...). now we can make a good villain out of him, you know?

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make up your mind tamlin god fucking damn it, im getting tired of your back and forth DO YOU WANT TO SEE THE WOLRD BURN OR DO YOU NOT YOU ARE WORSE THAN ME AND I AM A SUN LIBRA MOON GEMINI

also sorry but how tf did he survive until the end my mans should have died or been killed on so many occasions bruh

Lucien

see this is what I was hoping for after the first and second book, lucien is so cool & such an interesting character especially considering his (still kinda unexplored) backstory

•so WHY is his ONLY character trait now elain??? please there is so much more to him, give me literally anything else

the descriptions of him fitting into the surroundings of the autumn court are so amazing though I am literally in love

i think its cool how he gets to work with the people at the night court and i hope he gets to work more with azriel and maybe rhys especially with things about autumn and spring court

also loved to see his inner feelings regarding elain and jasminda!! that was such a nice detail to show that he is falling (hard) for elain but still feels guilt about his first love (still annoying though)

... great, written off to go find a human queen... guess thats one way to get rid of a character... could've just killed him if you didn't need him bye

Rhysand

rhysand ... why fuck first talk later? war is coming my dude you can get your dick wet later, after you have heard news and planned accordingly???? Im disappointed 100% ew

but nooooo, instead we get this weird horny political talk... am I supposed to enjoy this?

apart from that he was kinda boring

unfiltered thoughts after he "died": i CANT BELIVE CAN NOT BELIEVE that he died AND THEN WAS RESURRECTED THE SAME WAY FEYRE WAS bro that was the most unnecessary scene i have ever read why make me go through all that tension (again bc it happened with feyre before) just to make him come back to life this is so shit i don't know wether to laugh or cry

but tbh i didnt believe for 1 second that he was actually dead, im sorry but there was no way SJM would have the balls to kill of Rhys lol

Tarquin

unrelated but I miss Tarquin he was cool I have a crush on him <3

he is way too good for the other high lords, i'd rather read about him

Cassian

eh... boring at best, annoying at his worst.

bro what the hell why are you so fucking obsessed with nesta YOU DONT EVEN KNOW HER and clearly she is trying to avoid you take a hint (no that is not romantic its creepy and annoying)

like "no means no" also applies to fae or other magical beings leave her A L O N E

he was so cool in the first book but this time it also feels like his only remaining character trait is nesta (giving very much lucien and i hate it) and maybe a bit of fighting/training stuff

Azriel

stays true to his character (at least in the beginning...)

if feyre is going to butt into his love life more I am going to riot, leave the man alone!

only one who actually pays actual attention to elain (yes, not even lucien does this as well as az) & figures her powers out first

also love how he is obv in love with mor but is neither making this his only character trait (looking @ you cassian & lucien) nor doing everything for her. he is NOT changing but staying true to his self i hope this stays the same

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ah nevermind he just tried to suffocate eris... honestly though I get the like pride & protect my family stuff but arent all of them a bit too easily riled up? all high lords & courts are assholes after all, you guys included. you should know this by now

slay for saving elain

Jurian

now what is this?

wha- why does SJM want to give everyone a redemption so bad (except for tamlin ofc we been knew)

am i really supposed to believe that Jurian has reached clarity after witnessing everything through Amarantha? it was so such a good concept, having a human turn insane and helping those he despised

and (even if its a bad example) would have showed that humans and fae CAN work together after all

all men do is lie. only tarquin slays. bye.

#no characters die in here anyways #except when theyre the villain or unimportant #i fell in love with lucien and then i was given NOTHING #go rhysand give us nothing #tamlin #lucien #rhysand #tarquin #azriel #cassian #jurian #actoar #acowar #a court of wings and ruin

[gwyns]

Omfg YES to Lucien being the most respectful man in the series!! He has always been one of my Top 3 ACOTAR Men since DAY 1 because even when Feyre was in the spring court, he at least seemed to respect her. God forbid he extend a fucking olive branch to Elain. I love Lucien, he’s one of the best

YOU GET IT. i miss the feycien friendship so much 😭

it's so weird that they think lucien is abusive simply bc... he wants to get to know the woman who is his mate? didn't rhys want the same thing?? cassian, too??? i mean cassian said he "couldn't stay away" from nesta and no one had any issue with that but when lucien fucks off to the human realms he somehow thinks he's entitled to elain?? no, sorry. that's azriel i'm afraid :/

neither elain or lucien asked to be mates, they're both in shock about it and i'm sure both are also very curious. and they can scream about their 4 BoOkS oF bUiLdUp all they want but in a ROMANCE series you're going to get all the bits about their relationship developing so the fact that elucien haven't been around eachother much is actually very encouraging bc it means sjm is going to SHOW us their relationship instead of just writing about the smell of bread lol

#antielriel #anti e/riel #asks #anonymous