#mor definitely has the biggest wingspan of them all

[acourtoflostandwanderingstars]

ModernCollegeAU! ACOTAR headcanons

p.1 -- the bat bois

i loved writing this, addign all the little detail and working on fleshing out this world

i may or may not already have a fic in the planning stages

anyways, enjoy the sfw version of the bat boys (slightly suggestive but nothing super explicit)

BAT BOYS:

They met each other by joining the same fraternity

That’s where the whole ‘brother’ thing started

Ever since, they’ve been pretty damn inseparable

They are drop-dead gorgeous

Like, everyone on campus wants to sleep with them

And, to be real, it sometimes feels like they have

They’re in a band together, and it would be called ‘The Bat Boys’ [inspo elenana.art on insta]

They play at shitty, underground clubs because as rich as Rhys’ father is, and as little as he seems to care, Rhys kinda doesn’t want him finding out

And Rita’s, of course

He is paying for a majority of the amenities the school has implemented

And most of his tuition

The band does make them more appealing – adds an edge to already ridiculously attractive men

They are the upperclassmen that freshmen are warned about going into college

Now that they have moved on from the fraternity, their apartment has become a hotspot for parties

The biggest parties on campus

Landing an invitation to one is akin to being personally invited by a celebrity to hang out with other celebrities

I feel bad for their neighbors

They are decent enough in the day though

They keep their yard clean and trimmed, they are considerate of parking regulations, they know the names of their neighbors

Which, by the way, is a pretty big deal because their neighbors cycle in and out fairly frequently

On campus, they have a gig revolving around tutoring going

Rhys heads up the operation, Azriel is elusive and can be hard to book, and Cass is usually just there for moral support

But they are frequently booked out

(Some are suspicious that studying isn’t the only thing that happens)

It can make finding free-time very difficult during finals

So they designated Rita’s as their hangout place

They can be found there most Saturday nights

They pregame there most of the time too

Y’know, since they have to host a party during the game

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AZRIEL:

Azriel is the quiet, elusive homebody

He’s definitely bi

And everyone positively drools over this man

And the rumors that spiral around him?

Don’t get me started 

(They mostly revolve around bedroom behavior and wingspan [iykyk])

They are well known on and off of campus, somehow

One of the bat boy’s neighbors is an old, grandmotherly lady

And she teases him endlessly about the rumors

(Much to Rhys’ chargain and Cassian’s endless amusement)

He’s in school for business and computer science, but he’s dabbled in some art– [because i read Midnight Muse by @azsazz ~ 10/10 would recommend]

Nothing too specific, just art

He loves things that revolve around the dark lines and spaces in between

Like inks and charcoals

So he’s considered ditching computer science for art school after he graduates in business

No one’s 100% sure where he works

He’s very dodgy about it

He is totally a cat dad – he found three black kittens in the dumpster

The one behind the dormitories and the greasy pizza place next to them

(He and Cassian had gone dumpster diving for pizza)

So he picked them up while Cassian enjoyed his pizza

The first two he kept and named Wisp and Wisteria

The third Cassian requested for a girl he was seeing

Azriel didn’t find out until much later that he gave it to Nesta (who named him Bryaxis)

Anyways, he used to have a major crush on Rhys’ cousin, Mor

Until Cassian’s current gf brought her sister to a party

He’s figured out where she works

He figured it out quickly – within the first week following the party

The little flower shop

Now he needs to figure out an excuse to go there

He owns a motorcycle

It’s like the one big purchase he made for himself

It adds to the intrigue

To the untrained eye, he’s a man of the shadows

The mysterious bassist that rides a motorcycle, ever elusive

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CASSIAN:

Cassian is in school for Project Management and a minor in the Science in Health and Human Performance

He works at two of the campus’ gyms, and one off site

No one is sure where he gets the time

Or the energy

Which he seems endlessly full of

His freshman/sophmore year, he signed up for the dorm warming committee

He got kicked out because he brought barbells and beer

(Which were not meant to be served to the freshman)

(The beer, that is)

Morale had never been higher, though

He’s a junior on the books

But because he’s failed enough classes to count for a semester or two, he’s technically a senior

The only reason he didn’t flunk out was because of Rhys

Actually, he started (aka was the first customer of) Rhys’ monopoly over the tutoring business, and now shows up purely for ‘emotional support’ (Rhys’ customer’s are hot)

He’s the drummer for the Bat Boys

And, although you might not guess it, he actually manages the band most of the time

Like he makes sure they have a place to play when they feel like it

Because a lot of the bars owe him favors (we won’t say why)

Rita’s is, of course, his favorite location

He’s befriended the owner

Or intimidated

The man is nearly 7 ft tall of solid muscle with a reputation round the block

He drives an old, run down truck

It has issues – with the exhaust, the muffler, sometimes the oil leaks, and he’s had to have the cylinders re-aligned multiple times

But he loves it

It’s one of the ‘tests’ he puts his dates through – how much do you love (or tolerate) the truck

The noisy, stinky bucket of bolts

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RHYSAND:

Rhysand is in school for business and law

His father is the CEO of the ‘only’ law firm in town (the others disappeared without any real explanation)

He is passing all of his classes with flying colors, miraculously, though the way he carries himself you’d never know he’d be the type

Like, he radiates spoiled rich kid who’s dad is paying his way through college

Which isn’t true

Feyre hates it

She just can’t understand how 

How his grades are so good, how his ego is so high

To make it worse, he’s her tutor

Much to his delight

He’s a junior, so he qualifies as a tutor if he keeps a certain grade

(He probably only keeps the ‘A’ for Feyre, be real here)

He has a sort of monopoly over the tutoring program and makes a pretty penny off of it

It doesn’t hurt that most of his tutoring sessions could end in something MUCH more personal if he was in the mood

Everyone who hangs around him has become known as the ‘inner circle’

Often abbreviated to the ‘I-C’

Everyone knows who the ic are

Everyone

So, of course, they have enemies

And they have taken to referring to his friends as the ‘ick’

A play off of ‘ic’

A cheap, uncreative insult in Rhys’ opinion

His cousin, Mor, keeps a fair amount of people off of it though

He doesn’t want to know what she did to scare them off

Because of his charming, well presented nature, he has been able to climb his way to success

And he’s only a junior

He lands every scholarship, he has internships lined up, he’s gotten into several vacation plans

The guy is insane

He plays guitar for the band

But he can also sing

The guy can sing

Smooth, rich, almost throwback quality but still modern

Perfect for a bittersweet love story

Perfect for sweeping his lovers off their feet

So the rumors about his pillow talk

Gods

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||| ~ mk mk loves, i'm finishing up Feyre, Elain, and Nesta's, and i have Mor, Gwyn, Amren, and Emerie written out. Then I'll slowly eat my way through Tampon, Lucien, Eris, and the other high lords [and then maybe i'll do some nsfw headcanons, and perhaps move on to some reader x character headcanons] ~ |||

anyways enjoyyyy <3

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[hellacioushag]

fuck it nesta totally had a daydream about mor teaching her to dirty dance and no one can convince me otherwise. 

#acosf #acotar series #nesta archeron #mor #the morrigan #would have preferred this sexy fantasy over nesta thinking about azriel #because let's face it #mor definitely has the biggest wingspan of them all

[viktoriakosci666]

I'm sorry, but I'm just ASTOUNDED that people, mostly Elriels and Gwynriels, are able to ship Elain and Gwyn, females who are so GOOD and kind and caring, with a boring and bland ass torturing Azriel. Like, SURELY if you liked them both truly, you wouldn't want to ship them with a man who tortures for a living, enjoys it because he's sadistic and has never show to not regret it, and whose actions Elain and Gwyn would definitely NOT find attractive. Like, Gwyn is a valkyrie, but even I know that she wouldn't be all smiley and happy about torturing those Autumn Court Soldiers in Acosf. And Elain? She would detest that. One reason that I DO ship Elucien is because I know that both Elain and Lucien have the same morals, and unlike with Azriel, Elain wouldn't have to change her morals to be able to be in a relationship with Lucien. And Gwyn? She should be getting shipped with ANYONE but Azriel! Like, cmon SJM! Make Gwyn x Tarquin happen, you coward! Fire and Water.

And I'm sorry, but I've NEVER in a book series felt so BORED when reading about a man. And black haired book men are all shown to be quite interesting, so Azriel hit a new low in my case. Like, he can sing, he has a nice laugh, he apparently has the biggest wingspan, he's kinky in bed! Great, right? No. Because what EXACTLY does that tell us? That his torturing job should be ignored and Gwyn/Elain should get with him because he CAN SING? because he's KINKY IN BED? Sorry, but I'm not sure WHY people were so 😮😳 surprised when it was said that he was kinky. The guy is like 500 years old, has a weird possessive stalking crush on Mor since the day that he met her 500 years ago, and SOMEHOW him experimenting in bed is surprising?! I would be worried if he DIDN'T experiment.

So WHY do Elriels send suicide notes to Gwyn stans and Gwynriel stans send Elain stans suicide notes?! Like, you're fighting over a MAN?! These two women are hardworking and they earn their money properly, and you simp over the man who tortures people for a living!? Where did the feminism go? You bastards and bitches need a good slapping from your mama or a visit to the physiatrist if you're gonna act like barbarians! Simp over Elain and Gwyn instead, who deserve the best after what had happened to them.

May God be with You.

#anti azriel #anti e*lriel #anti gw*nriel #elucien #gwyn deserves better #elain deserves better and she will get better (lucien ;) )

[jihyeojin]

Flame in the Shadow: Chapter 2

When Azriel arrived at the House of Mist the next morning, he was confused.

       The night before, he went on his usual flight, the one to clear his head, and felt a strange presence in the forest near the City of Starlight. Not a threatening one, for if that were the case he would have taken out the Truth Teller and seen what was below. It was a sort of fluttering in his chest, one that he never experienced so strongly. He felt like he should have known what it was, but then again, he wasn’t really good about confronting his feelings.       

       So when Az felt that flutter on the top of the pine tree he was resting on, he abruptly stretched his wings and headed back to Velaris.

       His general confusion only grew when Cassian dropped a pile of blades onto the dining table at breakfast.

       Az was sitting across from Mor, who reached to grab a bowl of fruit, when Cassian decided to plop weapons between them.

      Mor was not amused.

     “Right in front of my berries?” she exclaimed with an annoyed look.

      Cassian just waved her off and plucked a serrated blade from the table. “Look what we have here,” he said as waved the blade in front of Azriel’s face.  

     “What is the meaning of this?” Az asked as he took the blade from Cassian’s waving hand.

      Cass had a stupid grin plastered on his face. “This is what Zo brought me from her hut.” He gestured to the pile.

      Zo, short for Zoraida, was one of Cass’ best Iryllian fighters. She had a disproportionate body (her wings were far too big for her tiny frame) and the face of a fifteen-year-old, but she was agile, stubborn, and fierce; the perfect way to deceive ongoing attackers.

     Cauldron help those who underestimate her.

    “And why are Zo’s blades on the breakfast table?” Az persisted, which earned Cass a similar look from Mor.

    “Because—“ he clapped Az on the back, making him grunt. “You two, along with everyone else, are going hunting.”

     Mor stabbed a strawberry with her fork. “What the hell are you talking about?”

     Only then did Az realize that Cass was in full Iryllian armor. He even had the siphons, all seven of them. “Cassian?” he asked. 

     Cass’ grin faded. “Well, the thing is—”

    “Cassian.”

    “Zo said she saw something while she was sharpening her knives. It’s probably nothing—“

    “If it’s nothing then why are you in full body armor—?” said Mor.

    “Cassian,” Az’s shadows perked up. “When was this?”

    “Last night, by the woods.”

    “The woods…” Az stiffened.

    “She said it was a blur of gray. Not like a Suriel, it was crouched down and had no legs, just clawed arms. And looked like it was made of smoke and shadow.”

     Smoke and shadow. That was oddly specific. Az has heard of monsters made of night, but this was unlike something that was encountered. “You seem very casual about this.”

     Cass merely shrugged. “Like I said, probably nothing. Zo said it wasn’t that big. And there hasn’t been anything for the past sixty years.”

     That’s exactly what Az was concerned about.

     Mor rose up from her seat. “And what exactly is your plan?”

     Cass picked up two blades. “We search for it, see what the hell it is and what it wants, and then just go on from there.”

     Not exactly an organized plan, but what else can you do? 

     Az straightened and rose up from his seat. “When do we start?”

     Cass’ wicked smile returned. “Now.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Mor wasn’t happy about not finishing her breakfast.

     Az heard her mumbling about stupid Cassian and his stupid hunting and the stupid thing that was the root of this problem. She was even less excited about dressing in her fighting armor at this time in the morning. 

    “If it’s no big deal then why are we dragged into this?” she asked once they were at the forest’s edge.

    “Because,” Cass twirled the serrated blade he showed them earlier. “if I’m forced to do this, I’m taking you all with me. Besides, you’ve all been getting lazy.”

     Az rolled his eyes. “I’m telling Amren you said that.”

    “Like hell you are. Besides, she’s not coming.”

    “I see,” said Mor. “Threaten to eat you alive when you proposed this idea?”

     “She doesn’t scare me… that much”

     “That’s the biggest lie you've ever told.”

      Cass is most definitely afraid of Amren, but he’s not going to admit it (even though it was obvious). 

     Feyre and Rhys arrived together, both dressed in fighting leathers. 

     “This better not be a joke,” said Rhys.

      Cass barked a laugh. “What, are you too pompous for some dirty work at this hour?”

     “If it gets me out of this stupidity, then yes,” 

     “Nice try, High Lord,”    

     “I didn’t even try.”

     “Yes you did,” said Feyre with a smile.

      Finally, Zo came with two hunting knives, armor, and her brown curls in a ponytail. Az keeps forgetting how short she is (even shorter than Amren).

     “Here to gawk at my height, anyone?” Cass opened his mouth, and Zo quickly said “Don’t answer that,” 

     “I was only going to comment about how unfair it is that you have the largest wingspan.” 

     She stretched her wings to their full wingspan for effect and smirked. Cass took out his tongue and then positioned himself in front of the forest. Everyone else did the same.

     Az cleared his throat. “What exactly are we up against?”

     Zo’s serpentine smile grew wider and her eyes shone like her blades in the sun. “We’ll soon find out.”

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Helene’s villa was covered in vines, inside and out. 

     Her own vines, of course, for she had the power to manipulate the earth around her. 

     Sarai, one of her sisters, found them to be unnecessary and was constantly annoyed whenever she tripped over them in the middle of the night to get a glass of water (which happened last night). Helene thought they added character.

     They remind her of what she truly is. 

     So when Helene woke and saw nothing but green, she smiled softly and then remembered.

     Last night was still fresh in her mind. The golden flowers, the Iryllian male…

     The flutter of her chest once he left. 

     Helene couldn’t explain it, but she knew it was there. It haunted her thoughts, her dreams, her skin. She probably would have kept thinking about it if she didn't have something to do today. 

     She rose and crossed her bedroom to retrieve the basket that Grace, her other sister, had handwoven. It was made of beige straw and smelled of her sister: lilacs, roses, and sunshine. 

     Helene exited her room, using her powers to move the vines out of her way, and went to wake her siblings. Her brother Xander was already awake by the time she arrived and sensed what was going on. Grace needed a light shake on her shoulder in order for her to be woken up. 

     Sarai, however, slept like a bear during hibernation.  

     She was snoring, every breath lifting a dark curl from her face. A tap on the shoulder wouldn’t do, so Helene thought of something else.

     After filling the basket with pieces of jewels (that she conjured from the soil), Helene threw the whole thing at Sarai’s face. 

    Sarai woke with a face full of rubies and a heart full of anger for her sister.   

    “What the hell!” she yelled.

    “Get up, we’re going.”

    “Where?”

     Helene picked up her basket. “Velaris.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ In the woods there was a creature of smoke and shadow.

     It fed on the fear of its victims and continues to eat until bones are left to dust.

     It could sense every creature in the forest: the owls in the trees, the insects in the dirt, the hunters of the nearby city.

     The creature crouched on a bed of flowers; golden ones, which were strange. It stared at the city in the distance and waited to make its next move. It couldn’t just barge in; not after that girl spotted him in the woods (he considered taking her as a prize, but it knew that she would put up one hell of a fight). It needed an easier target, someone wounded or…

      A child.

     The thing swiftly veered from the golden blossoms, which were slowly turning to ash, and appeared at the base of Velaris in a matter of seconds. Not many fae were out in this area (perhaps because there were no shops, only houses). It scanned the area and found something to prey on.

      In the window of a nearby house, a young boy sat on the edge of his bed with an older girl, who was ushering him to keep silent. They looked ready to leave the house. Alone. 

      So the creature positioned itself, retracted its crescent-shaped claws, and waited.  

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Thanks for reading! Here ya go @christina-dh. On another note, the spacing is extra, but whatever

#flame in the shadow #azriel #azriel fanfiction #helene #acotar #acomaf #acowar