#insomniac!azriel

[azsazz]

Coal Lined Lens

Modern!Azriel x Reader

Summary: You’re Azriel’s muse.

Warnings: Mentions of insomnia.

Word Count: 2,183

Notes: Living for this.

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You look as beautiful as you always do.

Lying on his bed in nothing but your skin, he wishes the evidence of last night still marked your body, but like a gentleman he’d helped you clean up before tucking you in close to his warm chest, where you fit like puzzle pieces, right where you always belonged.

He’d watched you all night, unable to sleep with his everything in his arms, so gorgeous and sated. It wasn’t even fair to all of the other girls, your beauty. You truly were one of a kind, and you were all his.

Creative, was what he called it, insomniac others called him. But he wouldn’t dare sleep a wink when you were there to draw his attention. Much like you are now, sleeping prettily, the sun cascading across your body from the light colored curtains like a blanket of gold, making your eyelashes shine in the morning light and casting shadows across the rest of you in the most interesting way…

Azriel slips out from his bed, silent as a mouse. He searches his room for a notebook and quickly, before the sun moves too much, jarring the flawless picture you paint in the early hours of the new day. 

He has minutes to get this down. If that.

He finds the sketchbook shoved between two others, one for his figure drawing class and the other for the graffiti he’s trying to teach himself because Rhysand and Cassian want to start working full scale instead of drawing concepts in their notebooks.

They have their tag finalized after filling two sketchbooks with ideas. Three mountain peaks with three matching stars. Rhysand, Cassian, and him: the mountains with their adorning stars, Feyre, Nesta, and (Y/N). Their beacons of happiness that brighten even their darkest nights.

The sketchbook’s cover is worn with love, the spine cracked because of how much he’s used it. The corners of the hardcover book are bent inwards, even though he tries to take the best care of it he can, as the contents are precious.

He snags a kneaded eraser, blackened with use. There’s shards of charcoal strewn about his desk, pushed to the sides because you’d tried to clear a space so that you could work on that paper that was due in the upcoming weeks.

There had been so much of the sooty chalk that it had turned the entirety of your forearm black. Even though you complained Azriel’s heart had picked up double, the pounding of it was almost painful because of how you looked with the essence of his art, of him, on you.

His fingers had twitched. Either to draw you or to take you straight to bed he couldn’t decide.

You should’ve been used to it by now. The black fingerprints you’d find on your clothes, on your skin were reminders of him in the best way. You could imagine Azriel with a pencil clenched between his teeth, charcoal in hand as he drew messy lines that would somehow turn into an incredible piece of work. 

He didn’t even have to try. His strokes were so sure, so confident that it made your thighs clench together tightly. He had that thing about him, covered in tattoos and never smiled at anyone except for you, but in reality he was quiet and docile. He’d do anything you asked.

Azriel plants himself on the stupid bean bag chair that Cassian had gotten him for his birthday. Something he swore he’d never use, he didn’t want, but his friend had only grinned, unbothered by Azriel’s unimpressed response. He was used to it by now and loved him for it anyway. He had let Azriel know that it would be his special chair that he’d sit in when he came over.

Azriel couldn’t throw it away, no matter how ugly the thing was.

But it’s comfortable, and that’s something he would never admit to Cassian.

He tucks his legs under him, scrambling through the book to a fresh page. It’s filled with drawings of you. Images from your first date when he’d memorized exactly how you looked when he’d made you laugh for the first time. He skips past the page with the drawing of tears running down your face, a side profile from when you’d forced him to watch that movie that always made you cry. He still didn’t understand why it was your favorite if it made you upset.

There’s a sketch of you grinning wildly, eyes glossy from the night out you’d spent with him and his friends. You’d forced him into a selfie, but he hadn’t drawn himself. This book is all you, all for him. 

It’s fascinating, his infatuation with you. Some pages hold multiple, smaller drawings, while others are portraits that seem to fall off of the edges of the page. 

Each one is both different and the same. Lazy, languid strokes. Harsh lines when he’s rushing, trying to get something down quickly before you move or he forgets. Loose sketches from moments he wants to draw but doesn’t have the heart to. Like when you’d had your first fight. The utter devastation on your face isn’t one he’d ever forget, never wants to see again. His thumb swipes over the lines of the face that’s barely there, like if he does it enough it’ll erase that crease between your eyebrows, or separate your lashes from how they’d clumped together with tears.

The smooth cream paper he turns to is fresh on both sides and the blankness should calm him, make his aching eyes fall shut so he can get a little bit of rest before you wake up, but his mind is racing with a thousand different images he has yet to add to the rapidly filling book.

He doesn’t dare look over to where there’s two more exactly like this hidden in the bottom desk of his drawer, also filled with artworks of you.

Azriel takes a deep breath, lets himself bask in the picture of you again, sheet pulled down, just barely covering your sex. He hadn’t been so fortunate that you kicked off the thin sheet while you slept. Maybe next time.

He’s quick to get your shape. Your face, a quick little circle for your cheek where it’s pressed into the pillow. A line marking the bed. A box for the window so he can draw the rays of sun washing over you. Maybe he’ll add a halo to your messy hair.

The curve of your body is drawn in such a fluid motion he doesn’t even have to look up. He memorized that a long time ago with his blackened fingertips, and subsequently, his mouth. It spans across both pages. He needs it to fill both this time. One wouldn’t be enough to capture the beauty of this morning, though he might have five other sketches of you sleeping throughout his books. This one is different. He always tells himself that.

He doesn’t even have to think, years of practice and admiring you have trained him for just this. Azriel draws the swell of your breasts, your hand, relaxed at your hip, just getting the general shapes of you down before you shift. Realize that he’s missing from next to you.

There’s two quick drags of his chalk and there are your eyelids. His hand is moving on its own, he does nothing to control it. He almost doesn’t draw the lines of the sheet, instead there’s a fleeting moment in his exhausted brain where he thinks about drawing that sweet little cunt of yours but it’s gone in a flash, draping the bending lines across your hips before filling them with color. He uses his eraser to make the highlights and smudges the lines with his finger until they’re buttery smooth.

Azriel hates his hands. Hates every pink little scar of marred flesh on them. Hates that you say that you like them and when you press kisses to them because he feels like you’re lying. No one could ever love them. How could they? 

He, however, loves the way his preferred medium sticks to his skin. The onyx dust coats his hands and covers the blemishes adorning his hands. He loves it because he can’t see the tainted flesh and you won’t press your lips to the dirtiest part of him, the part that makes people stare and ask questions.

He shuts it down before he can think too much about it, tracing the lines of your fingers, adding in the finer details now that he has the base. His mind always tends to wander through the self hatred shadows coloring the corners of his brain dark when he’s tired. Which seems like always.

He studies the way the light highlights certain areas of your body and hides the others, filling in the paper with the thick stick of charcoal in his hands. The eraser is in the other, ready to really pull out those highlights from the chunk of black he’s just colored in.

Occasionally he blows the soot off of the page. It lifts, swirling around in the rays of the morning sun and he’s distracted by how pleasing it looks. Reminds him of the whorls of swirling black ink across his own shoulders.

Scrubbing the chalk powder into the grains of the paper. His hands are a mess. Kneading his eraser into a point so he can carve out your nipples peaked from the chilly air. The eraser is filled with the dark powder he reminds himself to get a new one today. He looks back up at you. Maybe he’ll ask Rhys to steal one for him while he’s working at the art shop.

It’s a shame that you haven’t woken up yet. He’s done with his picture and he doesn’t know what to do, what to draw because you haven’t shifted in your sleep. He thinks about climbing into the bed behind you because every blink is like there’s sand in his eyes.

He knows that he needs to sleep. Knows that there’s dark circles around his eyes and that his skin is getting that sickly look that his mother used to tell him about when he was in high school and stayed up all night studying anatomy on the internet.

Instead he pulls the chair closer to the bed. He could move behind you and draw your back, but he thinks better of it, wanting to sketch the more intimate parts of you like your face or where the crook of your arm is barely covering the curve of your breast.

He focuses on one thing at a time. Your hand. Specifically the fourth finger of your left, where he’s tempted to draw that ring he saw the other day in that display window in town. He’d stood there for so long staring at it that the security guard had come outside and told him to scram. 

He draws that breast and the love bite he’d left on it last night. Chalks up that scar on your shoulder that you got from when one of the neighbor kids had thrown a dart at you at a barbecue and it stuck. The curves of your ear and the piercings shoved into them. Sketches the column of your throat, also mottled with marks from his mouth. It’s the weekend so he’s allowed.

The page fills quickly and with the rest he draws thick twisting lines that remind him of the shadows he sees sometimes when he’s so deprived of sleep he starts seeing things. It’s the ones he’d had inked on him permanently, a reminder of the dark side of him, the side that he didn’t ever think anyone could love, or show him how to.

Azriel looks at you again. Watches you for even longer, hand frozen on the page. He’s staring again but he knows that you don’t mind because you’d caught him before, when he didn’t even know your name but saw you sitting down the row from him in some class he couldn’t give a shit about. You’d noticed and you had smiled when anyone else would’ve looked away from the brooding art student with dirty hands.

For the first time, instead of ducking his head to pull out his sketchbook, he’d smiled back.

Your body comes alive like a work of art. Long, even breaths turn rutty, your pretty colored eyes moving behind your eyelids as your brows twitch at the incoming light pooling across your face. He should’ve pulled the heavy curtain shut so the room would stay dark, is what you’ll probably say when you’re fully awake. Right after you ask if he’s slept.

The sigh you let out is his favorite song. All of the noises you make are. You shift, searching for him behind you, eyes fluttering open when you realize that his body is not beside yours.

They immediately meet his own, sharpening to focus on him before you melt back into the bed.

And he wants to draw you all over again.

#Azriel #azriel x reader #azriel x you #azriel/reader #azriel/you #acotar #acowar #acomaf #acotarxreader #art school au #modern au #modern!azriel #artist!azriel #slightly unhinged azriel #insomniac!azriel #azsazz

[glossamerfaerie]

Gwyn 🤝 Azriel

Insomniacs who exhaust themselves with training until they fall asleep.

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When they get together, I can think of a better way for Gwynriel to exhaust themselves if they can’t sleep. 😌🥵🔥 If they’re going to be sleepless, might as well be productive. 😂

#gwynriel #OK we don’t know that Gwyn is an insomniac #but it’s a decent assumption considering her past trauma #also she was cutting the ribbon at night in the bonus chapter #I foresee many a sleepless night for Az and Gwyn 😏 #gwyneth berdara #gwyn x azriel #azriel #my acotar thoughts #pro gwyn

[punkeropercyjackson]

Live footage of Thad and Azriel on the most middle school ass date ever (affectionate)

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

#insomniac-jay #thadriel #thaddeus thawne #azriel morningstar #trans girl thad #flashfam #morningstar sisters #rhato #the outlaws #the unbreakables #lesbians #askies #goth4pastel #💌

[cauldron-be-damned]

You guyysssss the fact that Azriel

(this icy cold, fearless powerful being who tortures bad guys for information for a living and wields a dark magical dagger, and controls dark shadows)

is all torn up over Elain and he agonizes over his feelings for her and he stares at her solstice gift at night just thinking about her and can't sleep because omigod he just loves and wants her so much and he can't have her and 🥺😭😤

#elriel acowar #elriel #elain x azriel #azriel x elain #elriel endgame #elriel supremacy #elriel canon #azriel insomniac #elain archeron #elriel acofas #elriel bonus chapter #azriel bonus chapter

[jasontoddssuper]

I have a ship idea for Thad: Thad x Azriel (Lilith's little sister)

Lilith: This is my little sis Azriel

Thad, knees shaking and hands sweaty: Am I feeling what they call Black girl magic?

AWWWWWWWW💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

#insomniac-jay #rhato #the outlaws #the unbreakables #thaddeus thawne #azriel morningstar #thadriel #askxaquestion

[broodybatboy]

Gwyn: *sleeping peacefully besides Az*

Az: nice

Gwyn: *still sleeping, gets close and cuddles Az*

Az, tearing up: n-nice

#soft cute babies #so precious #our insomniacs need a ton of sleeping together #and not sleeping together #if ya know what I mean #acosf #azriel #incorrect acotar quotes #incorrect quotes acotar #gwyneth berdara #gwynriel #incorrect acotar #shadowsinger #acotar memes #acotar meme

[yaralulu]

A lot of azriel’s actions start making a lot more sense when you realize he’s literally just a touch deprived insomniac who gets like 4 hours of sleep every week.Like I know the Az bonus chapter was jarring for a lot of us but this is the same guy whose been getting rejected everyday for the past 500 years so is it really that surprising that he almost bust a nut because elain was just standing near him 🤷.

#when you really think about it he was actually acting very IN character in the bc #fanon az needs to die lowkey #i like canon az as he is he’s my bbg #azriel #azriel shadowsinger #azriel bonus chapter #pro azriel #acotar #a court of thorns and roses

[thefangirlofhp]

13. early mornings

Cassian didn't have serious business warranting his early morning flight from the House down to the riverfront estate—some would say checking on his baby nephew is considered one of dire responsibilities one cannot afford to delay or ignore but he is forced by the Inner Circle’s rigorous rule enforcement and competitiveness to adhere to the turns they’ve taken time to dish out for overlooking the little lord. Morrigan had death promised in her eyes staring daggers of dark omen into his soul as Amren insisted on them fairly divvying up their time so as not to interfere with one person’s quality time with the child. A stranger would think them fighting for the opposite cause, but no. Cassian suffered dark looks as he was warned against coming early to fetch his charge for the day.

So his flight to the estate was not dire. Nyx currently is with Morrigan till noon where he shall be passed on to Amren for the next twenty four hours and Cassian has to bid his time. No, he’s flying down to the estate to check on another lonely soul spending their time without company. Nesta had offered Elain to come share the House with them ‘till Rhys and Feyre are scheduled to come back from their short holiday but she’d declined the offer.

And here Cassian is, making his way through the estate at this early time to bring Elain for breakfast with them. His chipper morning energy finally is coming in handy.

That is, until he walks into the kitchen and comes to a dumbfounded halt at the doorway as chortles and strained laughter is squeezed out from between contorting lungs and heaving ribs.

“What—?” He mumbles, blinking at the sight of his insomniac night owl of a brother sprawled on the kitchen floor and leaning against the cupboards beneath the sink, eyes squeezed shut as he laughs himself into prompt near oxygen-deprivation. A wheeze snaps Cassian’s bemused attention to his sister-by-law thumping her head against the kitchen table, her shoulders shaking as she drapes her arms over her head and leans forward in her chair.

“What’s going on?” Cassian demands. “Sorry—good morning.”

Azriel gasps, puffing out his chest as he hauls himself sitting straight up against the cupboard and grins meekly at his lap. He presses his hands into his face and Cassian hears a deranged little series of muffled giggles through them.

Elain sits up, her face red and eyes shining with tears crystalizing paths at the corners as she tries to muffle her grin. She wipes her tears, before glancing at the shadowsinger on the floor and snorts hysterically in such an unlike-Elain manner that has Cassian’s brow furrowing .

“Elain?” He gapes and she muffles her mouth with a hand before standing up.

“Hello, Cassian,” she finally manages, voice strained behind a suppressed smile as she collects empty plates off the table and stacks them on the counter. “Would you like some tea?”

“None of that piss water,” he shakes his head. “What’s going on?”

“Azriel was just telling me an anecdote,” Elain says, grabbing the tea pot and pouring steaming hot brown water into two cups, one she holds out to the grounded shadowsinger who manages to suppress himself enough to reach out and collect it with a murmured word of thanks. His eyes are bright, the way they never really are, when he looks up and locks eyes with Cassian.

“Morning, Cass,” he toasts him with his distasteful drink.

“What’s gotten into you? Don’t you have to find a corner to darkly brood in, you sullen brooder of all brooding moping males?”

Azriel smiles, charmingly, with bright eyes. “There’s nothing to brood about. For now.”

“What are you doing here?”

Azriel takes his time drinking his tea. “I don’t know.”

“Nyx is at Mor’s if you wanted to steal him,” Cassian reminds him.

“Now that I know. I was just keeping Elain company.”

“Keeping himself company, he means,” she interrupts, settling down in her chair once more. “I’m sorry, Cassian, if you too think I need the reprieve from the quiet, you’re going to be disappointed.”

“I only thought to share the silence with you,” Azriel reminds her and she concedes with a shrug.

“Breakfast,” Cassian manages to say, still unable to get over several factors in this unusual morning (Azriel at the estate, Azriel awake so early, Azriel laughing, Azriel telling anecdotes, Azriel sharing his time with Elain) as he blinks at his brother. “Nesta invited you for breakfast.”

“Oh,” Elain says in a small disappointed voice. “I didn’t know. We’ve already had it.”

“What? Sorry—when—what did you have for breakfast?”

Azriel jerks his thumb at the plates, coated with pastry crumbs and sponge cake remains that Cassian has to breathe in very deeply to control his agitation from strangling his windpipe.

“You had cake for breakfast?”

Azriel picks himself up, dusts his legs off before sitting down in a chair. When he meets Elain’s eyes, he quickly looks away as a grin fights its way on his face.

“Mhm,” Elain nods. “And puff pastries. And yesterday’s tarts.”

“Stop calling them yesterday’s tarts,” Azriel admonishes. “They’re seven hours old, Elain.”

“They’d have been ten hours so if you’d listened to me and didn’t leave them to burn in the oven.”

“Slander,” the shadowsinger announces, slumping in his chair, and only now that he’s looking closely at him does Cassian notice the sugar dusting on his collar, a small streak of flour at the nape of his hair he seems to have missed dusting off. He’s in a plain shirt and pants, none of his usual attire. His eyes sharp the way they are when he’s been awake for hours.

Elain hums into her tea cup.

Cassian blinks. “You’ve been here all night?”

Silence, in which the early morning is the loudest sound. Birds and breeze and the waking world as Azriel stares at Cassian, hands steeled together before Elain sighs.

“Goodness, Cassian,” she mutters. “Full of innuendo, isn’t that?”

“S-Sorry, I’m just figuring out what’s going on here.”

Azriel breathes in deeply. “Only a good morning.”

“Cheers,” Cassian shrugs. Then, he glares at Azriel. “What have I told you about the importance of a balanced proper breakfast?!”

“Oh fuck off,” Azriel shoots back, slapping the table. “I’m happy, leave me alone.”

“You’ll crash during training!” Cassian insists. “And I’ll have to take over your group of priestesses! And they don’t like me as they do you! It’s bad enough my own group constantly makes gooey eyes at you across the pit, and then I have to deal with unmotivated students because their trainer can’t understand the concept of maintained consistent energy as opposed to fast crashing energy!”

“Sounds like a you problem, then,” Azriel quips. “Leave me alone, I can still out-tire you for days.”

“Like hell you can.”

Azriel cocks his head. “Cass, last time you didn’t last five hours.”

“That doesn’t count!”

“And the one before that—“

“I was newly mated! It was unfair!”

“And the time before that—“

“We were at war and I was recovering from—“

“Excuses, excuses, excuses,” Azriel softly taunts, forcing Cassian to slap his hands on the table and leap to his feet.

“Boys, boys, enough peacocking,” Elain interrupts quietly, pressing her fingers to her head and closing her eyes. “It’s a beautiful morning. Enjoy it in silence or leave me alone.”

The Illyrians settle back, Azriel cupping his hands around his tea and Cassian staring holes in the table.

I’ll get him one day. He promises himself. I swear I will.

Glancing up briefly at his brother, Cassian pauses at the soft open expression with which he discreetly watches the female sat before him, whose eyes are thankfully closed and unaware of her quiet observer. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen Azriel look so…young. The youth that is tied to innocence and hope, and being unaware enough to look forward to something.

A shadow curls its treacherous way around Azriel’s ear, and his eyes snap to Cassian’s but instead of disappearing behind a wall of stone and impartiality, Cassian is dumbfounded as a blush spreads its away along Azriel’s cheeks before he ducks his head and his hair shades his eyes.

Well. The sun and its rays, all-right. Never understanding why Azriel did what he did or why he felt what he did. Only that he did. Only that he was being offered the opportunity of seeing.

@casuallivi based on your request, for you 💞

#azriel #elain archeron #acotar #cassian #early morning #that sounds like a you problem

[gwyns]

In Azriel’s bonus chapter there’s a part that says “Too many wants and needs left his skin overheated and pulling taut across his bones. So he slept only when his body gave out, and even then only for a few hours.”

And this is also said (idk how many chapters before Az’s chapter) "Can't sleep?" Cassian took up a fighting stance. A shadow curled around Azriel's neck, the only one brave enough to face the sunlight. "Something like that," he said.

Was this a slight reference to him jerking off to the fantasies of Elain (the fantasies that E/riel’s think are romantic💀)? It could be a mix of both Azriel pleasuring himself and him being an insomniac/trauma preventing him from sleeping. I still can’t believe he jerks off to headache medicine. It lowkey makes me cringe.😂

NOOOOOO everytime... every single time i manage to wipe this memory from my brain, one of y'all brings it up... you've cost me 20 years off my life, anon i'm kidding ok ilysm <3

anyway this is an interesting catch! i'm not sure honestly. like you said it could be both but i do lean more towards him not being able to sleep because of trauma reasons but... we all know how weird guys can be when they're horny 😭 or maybe i've just been lucky enough to encounter the weirdos

WHY did sarah write that. that's probably the least sexy thing ever, like WHO THE FUCK GETS OFF TO IBUPROFEN?????

#how do i tag this omg #anti azriel #not really but whatever it has to go SOMEWHERE #asks #anonymous

[e-dollly]

About me -->

I'm E or Dolly but you can call me anything you want honestly

She/her, bisexual ( you can also use they/them, I don't really mind )

OBSESSED with Stranger Things, Marvel and the Maze Runner

Max Mayfield, Lucas Sinclair, El Hopper, Wanda Maximoff, Newt >>>

Stranger Things : I love Max, Lucas, El and Will ( and all the other obvi )

Marvel : Wanda, Natasha and Yelena can step on me. (Might write about Spiderman and Felicia Hardy- Insomniac)

The Maze Runner: I want Newt to marry me

A Court Of Thorn and Roses : I NEED AZRIEL

I will probably write about Stranger Things, maybe later another of my favourite shows/books.

I ship wayyyy to many things such as Elmax, Lumax, Elumax, Byler, Ronance, Steddie, Jancy, Hellcher, Chricky, Buckingham and so much more ( I love how my phone is thinking all the ship name exist cause of me always taping it )

@lilac-fangirl is my wifey I love her

Also @caulfield-ley (she'll hate me for this but she's funny and if you're horny just go to her account )

Mhmm, what else ?

Have a nice day !

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#stranger things #marvel #the maze runner #acotar

[azsazz]

Midnight Muse (Part 20)

Azriel x Reader [Art School AU]

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

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 4,679

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Part 8] [Part 9] [Part 10] [Part 11] [Part 12] [Part 13] [Part 14] [Part 15] [Part 16] [Part 17] [Part 18] [Part 19] [Masterlist]

Notes: Some of this might seem familiar hehe

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You look so beautiful, lying in his bed like that, nothing but your bare skin on display. 

The evidence of last night is still marked on your skin; bruises littering your body from your neck to your breasts, from your hip bones to the inside of your thighs. Azriel had gotten over eager at all of the different noises you’d made as he’d explored your skin into the early hours of the morning, and after another round of raucous sex, you’d fallen asleep in the warmth of his arms.

Even with your comforting presence beside him, sleep evaded Azriel.

Last night must have been some sort of dream. There was no possible way that he had taken out the one person who’s been a pestering annoyance all year, and somewhere along the way that irritation became infatuation.

And you’ve seen through his harsh exterior, the barrier he puts between himself and others. He hasn’t allowed anyone to touch him like this since after the accident. Hell, he still flinches sometimes when his friends come up behind him and slap him on the shoulder. It was that same motion his step-brothers had given him before they beat him into the ground and drug him in his fathers backyard.

But you are a whirlwind of fresh air, infatuated with the scarring of his hands, before you even knew the harrowing story, the trauma that came with them. You never shied away like other girls. No, you had kissed them and touched them and…and it means everything to Azriel.

He held you for a while, long after his fingers began itching for the familiar feel of his pencils in hand. Wide awake, he snuck out of his bed and over to his desk, flipping the sketchbook filled with images of you—the very same one that had your eyes tearing up—to a fresh page.

He had gotten lucky that you didn’t react poorly to what is essentially a shrine to you. Pages upon pages of drawings of you, in this one sketchbook he normally keeps hidden on his shelf. How had he been so stupid as to leave it out? Right, because he’d be so fucking nervous to pick you up for his exhibition that the only thing that could ease his racing mind and shaky hands was drawing you.

The apartment is silent, had been all night from what he can remember. He doesn’t care if his roommates hear anyway, they’ll all figure it out eventually and tell him that they told him so. 

He can’t fucking wait.

Sleep wears on his body, trying to pull him down, but his mind is wide awake. Creative, is what he calls it, insomniac others called him. He won’t dare sleep a wink when you’re there to draw his attention. You sleep so prettily, the morning sun cascading across your body as it rises, casting shadows across your skin in the most interesting way, highlighting those marks he’s left on your skin…

For now, the marks are hickeys, but his head is already filled with tattoo ideas for your body. 

He takes his pencil to his paper. He has minutes to get you down in his book, if that. He doesn’t know when you’ll shift, if the sun will wake you or if everything that happened will come flooding in like a nightmare. He wonders how you will react, if it will be poor or if you will pout, telling him to come back to bed. He shoves the thoughts from his mind and focuses on his sketchpad.

Azriel snags a kneaded eraser, blackened with use. There are shards of charcoal strewn about his desk, brushed to the sides for a cleaner workspace. The chalk clings to his skin instantly and he breathes out a sigh of contentment at its familiar texture. He rolls it between his fingers and looks back up to you, the sudden urge to press his sooty fingertips against your skin barreling through his thoughts.

His heart skips a beat at that, the idea of you covered in the essence of his art, of him, on you.

The drawings in his sketchpad are both rushed and not. Lazy, languid strokes when he has all of the time in the world to recount how you’d glared up at him. Quick, harsh lines of a fleeting look, your gaze brushing across his.

The smooth, cream paper is fresh on both sides, a blank canvas inviting him to soil with his charcoal. The blankness, like the void of night he often shies away from, instead of letting it cocoon him with sleep. Azriel’s eyes ache to fall shut but his mind won’t allow it, a thousand different images of you from the night he has yet to add to the rapidly filling book propped up on his knee.

Azriel takes a deep breath, lets himself bask in the picture of you again, sheet twisted around your body, barely covering your sex. He hasn’t been so fortunate that you kicked off the thin sheet while you slept. Maybe next time.

He’s quick to get your form down. Your face, a quick circle for your skull, a tinier one following for your cheek where it’s pressed into the pillow. A line marking the bed. A box for the window so he can draw the rays of sun washing in over you. Maybe he’ll even add a halo to your messy hair.

The curve of your body is drawn in such a fluid motion it surprises him for a moment, but after last night, he knows the dips of your silhouette better than he knows his beloved bike. The drawing spans across both pages. One wouldn’t be enough to capture the raw beauty of you this morning, though he might have five other sketches of you sleeping from when he’d found you in his bed that night. 

Azriel draws the swell of your breasts, your hand, relaxed at your hip, sketching the general shapes of you down before you shift. Realize that he’s missing from next to you.

And his hands don’t shake.

With two quick drags of his chalk there are your eyelids. His hand moves on its own and he does nothing to stop it. He almost doesn't’ draw the lines of the sheet, instead there’s a fleeting moment in his exhausted brain where he thinks about drawing that sweet little cunt of yours but it’s gone as fast as it comes, even if his dick does twitch in response. Instead, he drapes the bending lines across your hips before filling it in with the flat of his stick. Azriel uses his eraser to make the highlights and smudges the lines with his finger until they’re buttery smooth.

He loves the way that the chalk sticks to his skin. The onyx dust coats his hands and covers the blemishes adoring his fingertips. It feels like a second skin, a plate of armor against unwanted stares, except for yours, of course.

Tracing the lines of your fingers, Azriel begins to add the finer details now that he has your base. His mind always tends to wander through the self hatred shadowing the corners of his mind when he’s tired. The loud music only helps on some nights, but in your presence, it seems as if you’ve scared them away like a beacon of light.

He studies the way the light highlights certain areas of your body and hides others, filling in the paper with the thick stick of charcoal. The eraser is in his other hand, ready to really pull out those highlights from the chunk of black he’s just colored in.

Occasionally, he blows the soot off of the page. It lifts, swirling around in the rays of the morning sun and he’s distracted by how pleasing it looks. Reminds him of the whorls of swirling black in twining between the tattoos on his shoulders.

He scrubs the powder into the grains of the paper. His hands are a mess, and the medium sticks to the eraser he’s kneading into a point so he can carve out your nipples tight from the chilly air. He looks back up to you and then back at the page, his tongue poking between his lips as he focuses on the important task at hand.

It’s a shame that you haven’t woken up yet. He’s done with his picture and he doesn't know what to do now, what to draw because you haven’t yet shifted in your sleep. Azriel thinks about climbing back into the bed behind you because every blink feels like there’s sand in his eyes.

He knows that he needs to sleep. Knows that there are dark circles around his eyes and his skin is getting that sickly look his mother used to scold him about when he was young and stayed up all night studying anatomy on the internet.

Instead, Azriel pulls the chair closer to the bed. He could move behind you and draw your backside, but he thinks better of it, wanting to sketch the more intimate parts of you like your face or where the crook of your arm barely covers the curve of your breast.

He focuses on one thing at a time. Your hand. He draws your breast and the hickey he’d left surrounding it last night. Chalks up that scar on your shoulder that he has yet to ask you about. So many things he doesn’t know yet, but your body is not one of them. He draws the curves of your ear and the piercings shoved into them. Sketches the column of your throat, also mottled with marks from his mouth. 

He wonders if you’ll be upset with him when you look in the mirror and see those, knowing that you have class tomorrow.

Azriel smirks at the thought of that copper haired fuck getting a glimpse of those. He hadn’t sucked them into your neck so high because of Lucien, but the thought of him seeing them anyway makes Azriel’s chest puff a little. You hadn’t had sex with Lucein, no, your tight cunt is all for him. Only him.

He peers down at you again. Watch you for even longer, hand frozen over the page. He’s staring again but you’re not awake to catch him. 

From somewhere behind him, the buzz of his phone goes off. Azriel places his sketchbook back on the desk and rubs his filthy hands on a tissue he pulls from the box on the shelf. Black streaks the thin material but it’s not enough to clean his skin. Uncaring, Azriel crumples the tissue and tosses it into his trash can.

He finds his pants haphazardly discarded on the floor. It’s too early for Cassian or Rhysand to be texting him, and all of his notifications for social media are set to off. It’s a Sunday, so he’s not entirely sure who it could be.

The screen of the phone lights up with the text and the floor falls from beneath Azriel’s feet.

It’s his father, demanding to meet.

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“Here you are boys,” Rita says with a kind smile. She sets a large stack of pancakes with extra butter in front of Cassian and a breakfast special before Rhysand. Azriel’s hands haven’t stopped shaking enough for him to be able to pick up a fork yet, nor the hot mug of black coffee in his hands. Rita offers him a consoling glance—she’s always had that mothers instinct—that Azriel ducks away from. “Nice to see you around here again.”

Azriel is thankful that Rita refrains from asking any questions. He hasn’t shown up to her diner with Rhysand and Cassian since after their freshman year when Cassian figured out he could pull almost anyone he wanted and Rhysand found other places to frequent, more sophisticated to the trust fund he’d inherited for his high grades his first year away.

It feels like he hasn’t seen them in ages even though they live together. Rhys has been too busy with Feyre and Cassian’s been chasing tail as usual, but the both of them had formed a group with you and your roommate, and since Azriel has been so stubborn as to not force himself into your presence, he hasn’t seen much of his best friends as of late.

Little do they know that he’s more than acquainted with you now.

Azriel had used their special code this morning after reading the text his father sent him. The one that would ensure both Rhysand and Cassian would drop anything at any second and meet him here, at Rita’s diner.

It still looks the same as it did two years ago, with its funky neon boomerang pattern adorning the tables, straight from the 80’s. The bright blue booths and barstools have been replaced since then, but some of them are still worn, pleather ripped open and showing a yellow foam inside.

The food is just as good as it’s always been, and he doesn’t understand why they’d stopped coming here, but he always found solace in the quiet diner and the company of the owner. It became a safe haven for Azriel, when he had a bad day and needed a milkshake to make him feel better and he couldn’t ride his motorcycle. He could barely grip the straw in the cup after the accident, his hands so burnt up he’d been almost embarrassed to leave his apartment at all.

A jukebox sits on the far side of the restaurant, and he remembers shoving loads of quarters into it and setting a queue so long that it had the other patrons moaning and groaning on Friday nights while he, Cassian, and Rhysand sat in this very booth and had the time of their lives.

These days, he feels like he doesn’t know a thing about what’s going on in their lives. He doesn’t know how they’re doing in their classes, what Cassian got on his sculpting project. He doesn’t even know if Rhysand still works at the art supply store. He’d steal Azriel a kneaded eraser every other week, but since he’s met Feyre, nothing. 

It’s not that he needs the eraser, but Azriel expects his friends to check in on him, and he knows that these things go both ways, that he’s been an irritable prick the last few months, kept his own secrets from them, but they’re all best friends, damnit, and he wants someone to ask after him, too.

Cassian doesn’t seem to notice any of the tension keeping Azriel’s shoulders rigid, glancing behind him with a slight furrow in his brows, but Rhysand’s violet eyes are tinged with the only worry Azriel’s emergency message could cause, and he hasn’t touched his meal.

“What’s going on, Az?” Rhys asks.

“Is this about those noises we heard last night?” Cassian tacks on, stuffing a bite of pancakes into his mouth. 

“What?” Azriel coughs. Chokes, really. He manages to take a sip of the hot coffee, but it does little to soothe the lump in his throat. He hadn’t known they’d been home at all. 

“Cass,” Rhys scolds, elbowing his friend. “I told you not to bring that up.” 

“A whole fucking year since Azzy’s been laid and you want me not to bring it up?” Cassian shoots back, “That’s impossible. I’m only a man, Rhys. I need details.” 

Rhysand rolls his eyes, shooting Azriel an apologetic look. He spears his fork into the fluffy eggs on his plate, looking expectantly at his friend for an answer as to why they’re all here at the asscrack of dawn.

“I can, uh, explain that part later,” Azriel scratches his head awkwardly. “But that’s not why I called you here.”

“Is it because of everything that’s been going on recently?” Rhysand asks, and he seems almost ashamed as he sets his fork down again. “Look, Az. I know we haven’t been best friends as of late, especially with the whole (Y/N) thing, and I want to apologize for that. I hadn’t realized how my relationship with Feyre might be affecting you and—”

“And we fucking miss you dude,” Cassian interrupts. “Where are you always running off to? Is it to that girl’s place?”

Azriel shakes his head. So they’ve noticed what’s been going on with him, how he’s always having to find something to occupy himself with while they’re hanging out next door. The last time he’s properly hung out with either of his roommates was when he’d heard you through the wall as you touched yourself.

Fuck, just the thought of you has Azriel shifting in his seat, his cock stirring at the thought of you lied up in his bed, your bare skin on display. He had left you a note with his number and an excuse so lame he cringed as he wrote it, regretting it as soon as he fled the apartment. 

He hopes that you text him, or that you’re still asleep by the time he is done with this. He could use some comfort after this.

“No,” Azriel sighs, playing with the handle of his mug. “She’s not the only thing I haven’t been completely honest with you about.” He waits for a reaction from his roommates, either Cassian to start guessing what he’s been up to or Rhysand’s touch of betrayal, but nothing comes. His roommates stare at him, waiting for an explanation. “I’ve been, ah, interviewing for apprenticeships.” 

“What? That’s awesome Az,” Cassian grins widely, but it’s not awesome. 

Azriel shrugs. “Nothing’s come of it yet, but maybe soon.” He doesn’t tell them about how many times he’s interviewed and failed to score the job. It’s too mortifying. “And I had an exhibition last night. At Opulence.” 

Rhysands eyes nearly bug out of his head. His father is an investor in that gallery. If Azriel wanted a showing, he could’ve pulled some strings.

But Azriel didn’t want that. He wanted to earn something on his own, knowing that it isn’t his art that’s keeping him from chasing his dreams. He has a backup plan if tattooing doesn’t pick up, and this is the first step in that career path. Drawing is still something that he loves, and it will be nice to have some sort of income until he can hone his tattooing enough for someone to take a chance on him.

He wants to shrink under his friends’ wide-eyed stares. They’re looking at him like he’s just announced he’s having a child or something, and the silence is making him a little uncomfortable. He checks the time on his phone, cringing, and notices that there isn’t any message from you yet.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Cassian asks, tone low. He looks like a kicked puppy right now, with a wounded look on his face.

“I thought you guys might be too busy,” Azriel answers, just as soft. His throat tightens and he doesn’t like the feeling, doesn’t like the looks on their faces, the hurt in their eyes. “I didn’t want to bother you.”

“Fuck, Az,” Rhys says, pushing his plate away from him. “We’ve been shit friends lately, haven’t we?” 

“It’s not that big of a deal, Rhys—”

“It is that big of a deal!” Azriel can tell that Rhysand wants to explode, but he’s always been too good at keeping his composure. It’s a trait he got from his father. “We’ve been parading around, leaving you to your own devices all semester and now we don’t even know what’s going on in your life anymore? Fuck, I feel like the shittiest person in the world right now.”

Rita swings around to check in on the three of them and senses the tension immediately. Azriel sends her an apologetic look for all of the commotion and Cassian’s avoiding everyone’s eyes altogether, craning his neck around the owner towards the counter. Rhysand’s heavy violet gaze doesn’t leave Azriel’s. 

“Are you boys doing all right over here?” She asks, brushing a strand of graying brown hair behind her ear. She stands closer to Azriel’s side of the booth, a protective wall should he need her.

His chest warms.

“I’d like to put in an order for blueberry waffles, please,” Rhysand says, “To go.” 

Azriel deflates a little in his seat when Rita walks away. So this is how it’s going to be, then.

Cassain takes the reins because Rhysand seems too worked up to continue. “When those waffles come, we’re going to the store and buying ice cream, and then we’re going home to talk about everything we missed,” he says, and Azriel finally looks up. They ordered the waffles for him. They remembered that? When he said his ultimate comfort food was blueberry waffles and ice cream when they’d all gotten a misdemeanor for spray painting one of the buildings on the outskirts of town. They’d only gotten a fine for it, and an escort back to town, but it had spooked the three of them enough that their reign of spray painting started and ended in one night. Azriel thought his father would kill him when he found out and they found themselves right in this very booth, with enough waffles and ice cream to feed a small army. It turns out, Rhysand had called his father and pulled some strings, and the incident was cleared from their records. “We’re sorry for being such pricks lately.”

“I’m sorry too,” Azriel admits, and even though he hasn’t called them here for this, he feels lighter. “For not telling you.”

“I’ll forgive you if you tell me who you were with last night,” Cassian shrugs, stuffing another bite of food into his mouth. “She sounded like she was having fun.” 

Azriel’s spine straightens and his grip around his mug tightens. He knows the walls are paper fucking thin but he doens’t like the idea of his roommates hearing the noises you make when he fucks you into his bed. 

“Later,” he answers again, and it comes out sharper than he’d intended. Rhysand’s brows furrow and Cassian’s grin widens. Instead of allowing them to ask any more prying questions, Azriel blurts, “My father texted me this morning.”

“Fuck,” Cassian spits, then shouts over his shoulder, “Rita, we’re going to need two more orders of waffles!”

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Azriel sits across from his carbon copy, and he doesn’t like it one fucking bit.

He hasn’t seen his father since before the accident, when his new step-sons had lit his hands on fire in an attempt to fuck with his art career. He knows that his father doesn’t want him to be an artist. It’s business, the man across from him would rather see him in. Following his footsteps, however…small they might be.

Azriel’s hands are clenched tightly in his lap. Rhysand and Cassian sit at the bar only a few feet away. His father either hadn’t noticed his two friends or didn't care, calling for a black coffee as he slid into the booth, a crinkle of disgust to his nose.

Azriel had almost smiled at that.

Neither of them have spoken yet. His father is typing something on his phone, his thick gold ring catching the light shining in from the window. His gray suit is pressed perfectly and his sunglasses are pushed up into the dark hair styled perfectly on his head.

Azriel waits.

He doesn’t want to be anywhere near his father, thought he made that clear with his lack of responses to phone calls and texts. He thought that they were on the same page, actually, when his father hadn’t visited him in the hospital after the incident that happened by his step-sons in his house.

Azriel’s hands tremble with rage.

“What are you doing here?” he asks, only because he knows his father will wait him out, and he wants the fucker gone as soon as possible. He has things to get back to, like you and his artwork. Mostly you. 

His father doesn’t bother with niceties. No greetings, no ‘nice to see you’s’ because it would all be a lie, anyway. They’ve merely put up with each other their entire lives, and that doesn’t stop today.

“I’ve found an opportunity nearby,” His father says, finally slipping his phone into the interior pocket of his suit jacket.

“And?” Azriel asks, boredly. He doesn’t fucking care, but the idea that his father might be in this town more often should he invest makes him want to squirm.

His father pins him with a scathing look. One that used to terrify Azriel when he was young. Now, it only makes him hate the man more. 

“And,” his father taps that thick gold ring against the ceramic of his mug impatiently. The sound makes Azriel’s teeth grit. “I want to know about the area.” His gaze lingers on Azriel’s hands. He sucks his teeth, “If you’d consider it profitable.” 

“Take a walk around,” Azriel waves lazily towards the windows. There aren’t many people milling about this early in the morning, and he hopes the lack of them drives his father away from this town. “I certainly don’t have the time to do it.”

“You don’t have the time to do it between drawing those stick figures and nonsense you ruin your body with?” His father quirks his brow and from the corner of his eyes he watches the way Rhysand and Cassian’s spines lengthen. 

Oh, he knows that Azriel’s still not taking the classes he wants to force him into. Azriel doesn’t want a fucking thing to do with his father’s business, even if he’s owed it by name when he retires. He wouldn’t dare give it to those step-sons of his, they’re not his by blood. Azriel knows that the fucker won’t. 

When Azriel doesn’t answer, his father continues. “I’m looking at the 3rd street apartments,” he says, and Azriel’s world stops. His breath catches in his throat and he’s lucky that he hadn’t eaten anything. That’s his apartment building, and by the smirk on his father’s face, he knows it too, even if Azriel’s been paying his own rent through odd summer jobs and tutoring. “It could use some updating, and when summer rolls around and there aren’t as many students on campus, it will be the perfect time to renovate the building. My assistant just told me about the elevator getting trapped with some students inside. Have you heard about that?” 

Of course, he knows about that. He was one of them. But he doesn’t say anything.

Azriel’s stomach shrivels. If his father buys the building and is wanting to renovate during the summer, that means he, Rhysand, and Cassian will be out of a place to live. Not only that, but you and Feyre will be thrown out too. 

He doesn’t like the thought of that.

But his father doesn’t care. He’s already taking a final sip of his coffee and grimacing at the taste. He looks around the diner as if he might just buy this place next. If he does, Azriel doesn’t know what he’ll do. 

“If the deal goes through you might be seeing a lot of your old man around this summer,” his father taunts, standing. “Wouldn’t that be nice?”

Azriel glares. He throws every ounce of hatred at the man who fathered him because there’s nothing that he can do. If his father is talking about buying the building that means that the plans are already in the works. He’s truly and utterly fucked. 

His father throws a twenty down on the table. “This should cover that. You can keep the change too, Azriel. Spend the rest on some paint, or something.” 

Gods, does he want to fucking bare his teeth at the fucker.

His stare doesn’t leave his father’s back until he’s settled into his sleek, black sports car. His breathing is heavy, fingers clenched so tightly he knows they’ll ache when he uncurls them. Rhysand and Cassian slide back into the booth, deep frowns on their faces.

And his phone is still empty of notifications.

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@cami26cami @torchbearerkyle @a-frog-with-a-laptop @sevikas-whore @endless-worldss @vellichor01 @bangtans-jagiya @kalulakunundrum @pinksmellslikelove @sakurafrost3-blog @imxnotxhere @bookishbroadwaybish @justdreamstars @i-am-infinite @whichwitchisthebitch @i-am-a-lost-girl16 @sia-r @homeslices @quinzzelx @carlandonorri-s @juniper-july19 @ssmay123 @blackthorngirl @haivenhoule @18crazybutcutealsopsycho @bloodicka @wilmalovegood @jw83 @acourtofbatboydreams @hannzoaks @judig92 @aaronwarnerobsessedmylove @ilikefictionalmen @harrystylesfan2686 @dr4g0ngirl

#midnight muse #acotar #azsazz #acowar #acomaf #azriel #azriel x reader #azriel/reader #tattoo artist!azriel #art school au #artist!azriel #azriel series

[glossamerfaerie]

Masterlist of Theories, Analysis, and Headcanons

Hi! I love a lot of books and media, but this account is mostly devoted to ACOTAR at the moment. I don’t write fiction but I do enjoy sharing analysis and headcanons.

While I enjoy reading non-canonical ships because fanfic writers are amazing, I am not interested in debating what ACOTAR ships will be canon. Full stop. Feel free to block or scroll past silently if you don’t like my posts. I stay within my tags and don’t invite confrontation.

Below are links of my posts in an organized fashion.

✨Headcanons✨

🐴 Nesta’s pegasus really does NOT like Cassian

⚔️ All the Valkyrie headcanons!

🌈 The Valkyries exude sapphic vibes

☀️ ACOTAR characters during the solar eclipse

🍼 Nyx’s first word is Nesta (Nes)

💔Cassian’s reaction to Gwynriel going public

✨Theories✨

Gwynriel

- Screw the Cursed Necklace: what kind of jewelry is Az going to get Gwyn to make up for his stupidity? Bonus: the invoking stone might become attached to Gwyn’s weapon.

- I’m worried that Gwynriel’s prologue will start in Sangravah

- Gwyn will feel like a fraudulent Carynthian who didn’t deserve to win the Blood Rite

- Gwynriel’s connection with religion / Azriel is very religious

Multiple Ships

- Future cover prediction for Gwynriel (harp) and Elucien (crown)

- Every couple will make a bargain in their book (here are possible ideas for Gwynriel and Elucien).

Valkyries

- The other weapons in the Nesta-made trove will go to Gwyn and Emerie

✨Misc✨

- I am 100% confident in Gwynriel and Elucien because I’m a longtime romance reader and I’ve never been wrong about a ship.

- Meta Analysis: why Elucien and Gwynriel make sense from a meta structure of plotting next two books and addressing unfinished plot threads.

- Meta Analysis: why Vassien (Vassa/Lucien) doesn’t make sense because it makes zero sense for Vassa to become immortal.

- Meta: House of Flame (Nesta) and Shadow (Azriel) was hinting that their books would bookend Crescent City

- Gwyn’s scent is similar to Catrin — can secret family members be identified by scent alone?

- Accidental Incest: I have Secret Baby anxiety!!!

- Gwynriel can be insomniacs together 🥵

- Y’all are saints for surviving three years

#acotar #gwynriel #elucien #nessian #emorie #feysand

[punkeropercyjackson]

Red Hood and The Outlaws rewrite

Co-made by me,@insomniac-jay,@moonage-gaydream,@mayameanderings,@theautisticcentre and @refrigeratedboombursts.It is a BIG ASS FUCKING MONSTER

Starts in 2010 and ends in 2020 with 120 issues

The lineup is,in joining order:Jason Todd(Red Hood and briefly a Star Sapphire),Eddie Bloomberg(Red Devil),Rose Wilson(Ravager),Summer Kent(Ignite and and brierly a Black Lantern),Pepper Jackson(Star Sapphire),Thaddeus Thawne(Inertia),Kahali Roy(Bloody Mary),Duke Thomas(Robin),Imani Javiera(Panthress),Kyle Rayner(Green Lantern),Artemis Grace(Artemis of Bana-Mighdall),Venus Sparks(Star Sapphire),Mathew Wayne(Batboy and briefly a Green Lantern),Lilith Morningstar(Hex)and Daisy Hilliard(Paradisia),Jennifer Williams(Batgal) and Azriel Morningstar(Ghoul)

Jason,Eddie and Rose are the 'Original Outlaws Trinity' and them and Summer are the 'Dark Core Four'.Jason is the founder and leader and Summer his right hand man who takes over when he can't

Almost all trans and autistic with Pepper as the token allistic and Mathew the token cis.Jason is afro-dominican,Rose and Artemis are brownskin and brown eyed,Summer is a half white afrolatina(dominican),Thaddeus is half black too,Kahali is indian(sindhi-bengali),Imani is afro-puerto rican and Venus,Lilith,Azriel,Daisy and Jennifer are monoracial black women.Jason,Summer,Imani and Lilith are also fat and Jaysumm is tank4tank

Sometimes a found family can be 17 crazy ass vigilantes who some of weren't even vigilantes at first

The series is very goofy and silly often and in it's fundemental spirit but equally dark and layered in the same sense and is heavy on gags,jokes,violence and social talk.It also takes place over 3 in-universe years

The canon couples are Jason/Summer,Eddie/Lilith,Rose/Pepper,Thad/Azriel,Kahali/Tim Drake,Duke/Luna Vasquéz,Imani/Vicia López,Kyle/Venus,Artemis/Daisy and Mathew/Jennifer.The other adult Outlaws view eachother with very strong platonic love that can be taken as polyamorous love except Summer and Imani who are sisterly and the kid Outlaws are seen as younger siblings by them with Thad also being considered their adoptive son-By Summer especially and he straight up views him as his mom

Jason is goth punk,Eddie is a metalhead,Rose is goth butch,Summer is pastel punk,Pepper is y2k,Thad is a skater,Kahali is whimsigoth,Duke is a fashionista,Imani is black y2k,Kyle is losercore-i mean distinct,Artemis is a jock,Venus is ghetto fabulous,Mathew is weirdcore,Lilith is scenemo,Daisy is a softgirl,Jennifer is a prep and Azriel is kidcore

Summer is the Team Mom and Jason the Team Dad and they're nicknamed 'Supermom and Dadhood' as a teasing joke that they only embrace post getting together(And yet somehow this dosen't stop Jason from saying Summer is a milf with complete honesty and zero hesitation)

Their base is called The Fortress-named by Summer obviously-and it's an old abandoned huge residence that they started living in after exorsicing it due to investigation leading them there and the moving in decision was made because the beings in it agreed to bless it with eternal running water and electricity as a thank you for helping them move onto the afterlife at last.Everyone has their own room with their own tricked out aesthetic but it's common for them to share their beds and Imani refuses to actually sleep alone,not that any of them mind after a while despite her unconventional sleeping habits

Small note:Kyle is in the same age group as Jason but because i feel he's even more interesting if he starts out being a power ring bearer as a teenager and it adds extra tragedy and opportunities to his plots.And they don't actually meet until adulthood-Their mutual connection is Kyle and Summer having been a thing for a short time when they were both teens and Jason being Summer's childhood best friend since they were 11.This notion also applies to Artemis,she gets introduced as a teen hero too instead of that oversexualization bs and keeps her history but just adjusted so she's still Artemis Grace!!

As stated,Jason,Eddie and Rose were the original trio and Jason got them to become Outlaws pretty easily thanks to Eddie having been sidekick besties with him and Summer too and Rose is always up for moral grayness(and is coincedentally another one of Summer's exes-His first ever girlfriend in fact!)and Summer joined post Ember/Red Hood thanks to him and Jason reuniting in Utrh and the series being about them reconnecting as he unintentionally influenced him to become more sardonic and brutal like they were as a kid so the Metropolis media framed them as 'evil all along' and that hurt them so much combined with smear campaign Lex did against them as a kid he worked so hard to disprove for so long that they finally ran away from home and joined The Outlaws like Jason wanted him to so they'd be a team again.He gifted him a black domino mask as 'giving him a piece of himself' to finish off the new costume Summer made.After a decent while of just The Dark Four Core,Pepper came along as the fifth member because of her crush on Summer she'd gained due to their flirtatiouns back in Metropolis that he still both returned and they accidentally rescued Thad from dying in a chaotic and quick incident and took him in since he had literally nowhere to go

Pepperose was just a natural thing that happened-They flirted on first meeting mutually and Rose was shellshocked Pepper actually hit on her back and then kinda became obsessed with in a non-creepy way her LMFAO She acts like a booktok bf💀Peps is very happy about it though and they're 'gal pals' for about 50 issues before sealing the deal and doing the official girlfriends thing.Rose calls her Pinkie Pie and Pepper calls her 'my favorite rose'.Pepper dosen't really change all that much other than improved self-eestem and getting stronger but she also kills Slade for good out of love for Rose and that's when Rose kisses her,no holding anymore and they're married by the 2nd to last issue and Rose's codename dosen't stay Ravager for the whole series as she eventually uses the 'Willow' mantle and her arc is a heavy but good one that's all about her being human despite what others say

Kahali was gruesomely murdered by The Joker as he filmed the whole thing and sent a physical copy to Summer with a note that said 'history repeats are as sweet you,Dearie Em'.Summer was catatonic but also stuck in his dragon/Kryptofang form and when he snapped back to conciousness,he flew to Gotham before his cremation ceremony to dunk him in the Lazarus Pit,knowing it's exact location thanks to Talia helping out The Outlaws now and then as Jason's adoptive mom.Kahali came back with Pit Powers that were much stronger than Jason's and he rubs it in his face,along with it having turned his hair completely white but he still dyes it red and Summer mother hen's him more than ever for obvious reasons(well those and the additional one is Summer also got killed and ressurected by a Gotham Rogue as a sidekick)and Kahali updated himself to 'Blood Maker'.Tim and him were a very atypical couple on every level but that only made them happier with and better for eachother and Tim entered his villain era as 'Dove' over what happened because he believed Kahali was his soulmate and saviour and even had plans to marry him despite not asking him out yet and ironically enough they reunited on the battlefield without recognizing eachother at first until Tim did first and unmasked himself in shock just like Jason and Summer.Time stood still until they rushed up to kiss in relief and disbelief in Tim's case and they started a secret long distance relathionship after that

Artemis joined for reasons that are a bit complicated to match her origin story but the jist of it is she was living in the normal world and deemed them worthy of her companionhood despite how annoying she found them(especially Jason)and they helped her out with her emotions and better translating her mannerisms and technically turned into a goddess permanently(and willingly)and Kyle had a lot of crazy ass Lanterns shit happen that had him be forced by his mentors to take a breather and he choose a crosscountry roadtrip and he met his teammates by almost running Eddie over because he was trying to eat freshly made ramen and it got in his eyes.He a bit of morals trip with his new friends and old ex boygirlfriend he's still mutually flirty with sometimes to say the least(and ends the run a White Lantern).There's heavy featuring of his parents and past in this because hooooooo boy,he is a character of all time!!

Duke is the 5th Robin because of Summer's involvement and he got a year in pretty good but then him and Bruce nearly broke apart over a fight and he got so scared of being fired as Robin because of being only a 12 year old technical orphan(jokerized parents)he followed Summer's footsteps by ditching Gotham and that was how he meet Jason,who introduced himself as his true identity to him because of Summer's positive talk of him and accepted Duke's ask for shelter and so Duke was now an Outlaw.He wasn't forced to kill but he did become pretty harsh in fights and this caused him angst only for a bit as he was reassured by the older members.Duke says to Jason in issue 110 '.....I was never a real Robin.I've been with you guys way longer than i ever was with Bruce-' and Jason cuts him off with 'Yeah,no shit you were never Batman's Robin.You're The Outlaws' Robin-You're my Robin and you always have been and you always will be' and Duke breaks down so Jason comforts him and that's when Summer walks in with their Dairy Super and Batburger double flight orders and asks what happened but helps before either even get to explain with Duke thanking him for being the reason he got to take the first step to heroism to which he gets platonically bubbly and flattered and tells him he's the perfect Robin and Duke does a toothy happy grin that takes up most of the last panel in that issue

Duke is also a reality warper because of Gnomon so he stopped the N52 from existing in his Robin run🙏🏼Duke is our god,please praise him

Imani gets hired because of her reputation as a leathily effecient spy and she fits right in,crying herself to sleep a few times after they'd been together long enough to call eachother family.She's a gremlin from the start and influences Mathew to be the same and she's close to everybody but Summer and her are interdimensional sisters soulmates a la Percy Jackson and Hazel Levesque and he was the first one to break down her walls and they go out of their way to defend the other nonstop and this helps Summer's eldest daughter syndrome trauma.Catblooded/Vimani starts in a remastered Gotham War which is about them and The Watchers and lest to say they're perfect together and Jason,Kyle,Mathew,Lilith and Jennifer NEVER let them live it down.Lilith's intro is a parody of Batman 357-Instead of stealing his tires,she hacked Jason's computer to leak his old Undertale chats and he begged her to join in humiliating ways only for it to be revealed she only did it for fun and came to join because Summer and him were close friends in their teen years but got seperated due to Hell bussiness.She made sure to take pictures 'to send to Summie of his cringelord ass hubbie'.None of these words are denied by anyone at all

At the same time this was happening,Artemis,Azriel,Thad,Pepper and Duke were on a mission and Artemis was almost fatally wounded but Daisy came in as her angel with healing oitments made with her chlorokinesis and Artemis saw her with a glowing pink halo around her head,too enchanted by her to care about almost dying.Daisy was a duo with Lilith and had the same reasoning as her for being there but they got seperated thanks to a villain attack and they're the team hacker and team medic.They picked Venus up at a party she was DJ'ing and she started as only an ally but joined them officially in a parallel to Teen Titans 2003!Tara Markov after an angst arc and it actually took her and Kyle a hot sec to get officially together due thinking their attraction was purely physical and her and Pepper did a toon girlypop squee sequence after she got the official Outlaw title as Star Sapphire solidarity.Mathew kept getting told by Gotham City-The sentient city itself-he needed to leave for now since Jennifer was missing so he gave in and he was welcomed with open arms,platonic kisses,food and appropriate training

But in a mini arc called 'Batboy's Breakout' the adult Outlaws go on mission without him despite him being the eldest and it makes him feel not good enough after the buildup of not being able to protect the other kids a few times before so when he hears of a breakout at Blackgate at bedtime,he sneaks out,stops it and kills Penguin(his birth parents' murderer)and stops an Arkham breakout too and then goes solo after leaving a note at the Fortress.They're super upset but almost all of them trust him to take care of himself with Summer as the exception thanks to how maternal he is and how he was the only one other than Kahali who was really close to him pre-Rhato.Mathew is a solo hero for roughly half a year and defeats Slade during his run before he comes back to The Outlaws and tackled in the world's biggest group hug and showered in words of love and reminisced sadness and he's misty eyed touched because he missed them too after the resentment wore off.His new hero name is 'Bladebat' for his magic sword he crafted himself while on the run

Jennifer was missing because she'd been given Lian's teleported across time and space multiple times storyline due to an accident that happened while on a quest for Solana Banks to restore her lost home dimension Helioas because she thought she'd found an articifact that would but misenterpreted it's powers.Lucky for her,her journey only lasted 1 year instead of multiple and she found her way back to Mathew's spot-Her safe spot.She wasn't ready to live normally again just yet so she stayed in the Fortress and became an official member as a result under 'Batika'.And to complete our family,Azriel had the easiest and most simplistic one-Lilith asked Jason to let her join them because of how strong she is and not having many friends so he accepted and she's actually the goriest of the Outlaws beating even Thee Red Hood in it and this is part of her demonic nature and carries no secret undertones to it.Like Flowergrace,Thadzriel was love at first newbie sight and they have such a sweet middle school dating dynamic

Luna appears in a significant amount of issues but since she's Aquafam she sticks to her own territory most of the time and her and Duke are purely platonic with love not blooming until Duke becomes The Signal and leads a new team he made called The Lights with Luna joining as 'Moonguide' and they have a slowburn that spans until their adults years as Eris(Duke)and Selene(Luna)

Jaysumm's dynamic is childhood best friends and sidekick partners > Enemies only in the technical sense > Best friends again but Jason flirting with Summer constantly and Summer not buying Jason isn't joking because of their history together > Being insuferably obviously in love and Summer's literally the ONLY one who dosen't know > Fwb who act like a couple already with Jason still only knowing it on his side and angst for him as a result > Sneaking off to take Jon off trick or treating in opposite costumes(fairy and werewolf)and Summer's epiphany finally happens so he confesses when they make it home and Jason confesses back so they make out > Official couple when exactly 11 issues remaining in a 120 part series LMFAO

🎶They don't give a damn about their reputation🎶 < Had to make that joke,mb kings.But yeah they generally don't care about perception from normies and ARE here to unteach propaganda as they fuck around and make people find out the systems are fucked.It's very embarrasing for certain superheroes that the eco-terrorists without the no kill code are better parents to their kids than they are to theirs and their legacy stays even post quasi-dispanment(They keep in contact forever ofc,it's just the plot needed them elsewheres and there's common reunions and video calls)

Culturally fused team,both race and species.Afrolatino and brown latino,kryptonian and amazonian,speedster abonimation and macabita demon,human and meta and so forth.Subculture fused too as they frequently participate in eachother's aesthetics and interests and they're all multilingual.Clashes between them occasionally but never too bad

The genre is like.Superhero comedy but also horror but also fantasy but also sci-fi but also urban fantasy but also surrealism but also romance drama but also psychological thriller????????It's the Homestuck of DC,everything ever happens in Red Hood and The Outlaws 2010-2020.This includes the catgirls and the hyperspecific lore and the weird ass art that's somehow good and the-

The covers always fuck NO exceptions,Summer does meta commentary telling fans to not buy their merch officially and to instead get it secondhand or they'll be dissapointing him but Pepper full on breaks the fourth wall,it has it's own official opening on the official DCAU channel and a few shorts and this includes a pride video like the Bubbline one by Cartoon Network and it stars Jaysumm,Pepper is the most well-known and beloved trans DC character,they're SUPER popular in in Latin America and with latino-americans,it has multiple lego sets and The Outlaws Girls even got their own doll line and they have crossover mini series with Young Justice that's 24 issues and called 'Just Us,No Laws'

#rhato #the outlaws #jason todd #eddie bloomberg #rose wilson #summer kent #pepper jackson #thaddeus thawne #kahali roy #duke thomas #imani javiera #kyle rayner #artemis grace #venus parks #mathew wayne #lilith morningstar #daisy hilliard #jennifer williams #azriel morningstar #tim drake #jaysumm #pepperose #thadzriel #timkahali #thomquez #vimani #kyve #flowergrace #jennibat #summerposting

[shadowsandtea]

Your girl is back from her shadowban in time for some Gwynriel week 😈

Here’s some love for our adorable insomniacs:

Gwyn: How long does it typically take before you start hallucinating from sleep deprivation? Because I—

Azriel: About 72 hours.

Gwyn: Wait, how do you know?

Azriel: 👀

Gwyn: ..Az?

Azriel: I’m sorry Gwyneth, it’s really hard to answer your questions when the tree behind you is laughing at me.

@gwynrielweek2022

#gwynriel week 2022 #gwynriel #pro gwynriel #gwyn x azriel #incorrect acotar quotes

[secretlovelybeauty]

Gwynriel Week Day 2: Favourite Headcannon

Reading together:

As our resident insomniacs Gwyn and Az do lots of reading together

They both come to love the quiet intimacy of sharing a good book

They’ll read mysteries and see who can guess the villain and plot twists first

Sometimes they read quietly but they’ll also take turns reading out loud because they love the sound of their partners voice

Whoever is reading will often adopt elaborate voices for the different characters (Az loves to do voices for Gwyn’s romance novels)

Azriel always brings books home as gifts when he’s returning from his missions

#gwynriel #gwynriel week #reading couple

[broodybatboy]

Azriel: Maybe we do need a nap.

Gwyn: You needed a nap six weeks ago. At this point, we need a fucking coma.

#our resident insomniacs #relatable honestly #gwynriel #azriel #gwyneth berdara #incorrect acotar quotes #incorrect quotes acotar #acosf #shadowsinger #incorrect acotar