#cassions

[thehighlordishere]

Can I request How would yandere bat boys poly romantic mates from ACOTAR deal with a bratty male reader that has an attitude for example the bat boys saying “if you walk out that door you will regret it” and reader walked back and then opened the window and jumped out that would be hilarious 😂.

Yandere!Poly!bat boys x male reader

Drabble

Warnings: implied kidnapping, yandere themes,

“If you walk out that damn door you will regret it“ Rhysand snarled at you.

You looked at the three of them, Cassian, Rhys, and Azriel.

Before opening the window and leaping jumping out.

“Son of a BIT-“ Az lunged for window.

Cassian quickly flew around the window you were falling from and caught you as you were laughing. “You little brat-“

At least it was him who caught you. You didn’t last long till Rhys got ahold of your mind and awoke to a nice scolding.

[latimeria-fell-from-heaven]

secondary male leads that the female leads clearly don't want so i will happily take them as my husbands :))

[fluffyprettykitty]

'good looking boy'

Pairing: modern! Cassian Andor x female reader (no other specifications!)

Word Count: 600 words

Summary: There was nothing he could tell you that wouldn't forgive. Until...

Warnings: angst, emotional manipulation, potential infidelity, smoking and brief discussions of sex.

Author’s Note: inspired by Suki's Waterhouse "good looking" and based on Diego's character in the movie "Wander Darkly".

PS: dividers & banners by @saradika

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You look at him as he walks inside the wide room, a cocky look on his face, horny step on his heels, determined yet so calm that it makes your skin crawl.

If you smelled his neck right now you know you'd find a catalog of different colognes and he'd tell you that he can't help it that he walks among people in the office.

He takes off his jacket and throws it on the chair, takes a cigar out from his beloved box, and takes his time to light it up. He goes to the bar, opting for his favorite brand of drink, and then sits down on his big orange velvet chair and sinks down opting to turn on music on his phone.

Such exhaustion from being this good-looking, this desirable.

Only then does he call out your name? And you answer. Dressed at the nines and jolt down the stairs with the joy of a young child, crushing on his lap and excitedly kissing him on his cheeks and lips.

He's so good-looking.

The type to leave marks on your thighs and deeper ones on your heart.

And he is far too aware of that.

So he smiles and calls you his Babygirl and he puts his hand around your neck pulling you close, his other hand on your thigh possessively holding you.

And he'd tell you a lie for every secret you'd uncover.

And he'd always have a defense for himself, an alibi, a friend to back him up.

And he'd always blame it on a lack of maternal love growing up. A need for attention.

It would never be his fault and it was never anything more than a "she needed my help!" As if he was the most helpful man in the world.

You kiss him on the lips accepting all of his moods and all of his quirks and your hands end where he begins and his eyes stay focused on you until you give out.

And when the phone rings he'd tell you it's work and get up so fast to lock himself in the bathroom even if he'd tell you how his back was hurting him a minute ago.

And he'd give you a promise for each new lie and a gift for every lipstick mark on his white dress shirts that'd drive him to always opt for dark-colored ones.

And he'd never call you baby when the crowd was too much but he would call you his future when you'd be alone in the bedroom.

You'd go the extra mile, dress in his favorite colors, learn about the things he loves, discuss topics with him that you'd never be interested in, and unearth the politics of nations you never knew existed. Treasure his heart over yours always.

And it would all be worth it when he'd do that half smile half laugh and say "You impress me, baby". Finally achieving your goal.

Speeding up, tending to his every wound, caressing and closing all of his scars with your love, begging him on the floor to put you first as he'd watch you coldly from above.

"We share the same love. We're completely the same, I feel what you feel."

"I adore you."

God, he loved saying, hanged off his lips so easy, easier than all of his lies...

The first line of his you'd ever fall in. And he'd always tell you how he'd never see you coming.

Yet.

The hardest truth was how he'd never see it coming when you'd pick up your suitcase to bid him farewell.

But he's so good-looking.

Your good-looking boy.

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[jake-and-amy-are-married]

Even more Andor finale thoughts

That moment when the mournful music STOPPED & the band ramped up to cheerful music. And the citizens of Ferrix CHARGED towards the stormtroopers.

General Maarva gave her soldiers an awe-inspiring speech before they attacked!

This was not a riot. This was a battle.

[l-bluebirdblues-l]

ME AND MY SISTER ROASTING SYRIL KARN WITH HEADCANNONs

In puberty his voice got higher

All of his body hair is bleach blond

He thinks mayonnaise is spicy

His hearts on the wrong side if his chest

If he was a TV show he'd be static

His hands are always clammy

He smells like playdoe mixed with baby powder

He orders a hotdog at a Mexican restaurant

His dad left him to get something more flavorful than him, milk

He has a sternum dent

His fingers can touch the back of his hands

He thinks gingers are "exotic"

He think drag queens are women

He is virgin

He's gay for Dedra Meero

He started shaving at 25

He likes the smell of crayons

He has asthma

He has the personality of a white flag

His mother breastfed him till he was 13, he was taller than her

He only buys velcro shoes

He wears women's underwear

He looks like Robbie Rotten

His favorite color is white

He really enjoys unseasoned boiled chicken breast

He has the essence of a Victorian child

He only wears ankle socks

His favorite sport is lacrosse

He always had a cush on the mean teacher

His favorite dessert is carrots

His favorite soda is sparkling water

[ladythatsmyskull]

BRING BACK JYN AND ANDOR USING THE EMPEROR’S CLONING TECH YOU COWARDS!

[lostandbackagain]

the way I spent almost ten years distrusting Derek Landy, terrified he was going to throw some groomer shit in his books when it was incest I had to worry about the whole time

[manhawa17]

[princetonuniversitypress]

New year, old problems

By Jamie Kreiner

Discover the ancient wisdom of #JohnCassian and learn how you can focus like a monk without living like one. #philosophy

[lottokings]

Coisas Comuns Que Você Precisa Considerar Antes De Jogar Na Loteria

Como Jogar Na Loteria? Um dos tipos mais comuns de apostas é a loteria. As chances de ganhar são relativamente baixas neste jogo, e os participantes colocam suas apostas em uma série de números escolhidos aleatoriamente. Eles têm a chance de ganhar um prêmio se suas apostas forem bem-sucedidas. As pessoas participam da loteria para uma variedade de propósitos diferentes.

A frase “esperar contra as probabilidades” é a mais usada. Este conceito é o motor que impulsiona a jogabilidade. Investir em um bilhete de loteria pode ser uma excelente forma de realizar o sonho de acumular uma fortuna. Também é capaz de lhe proporcionar muita emoção. No entanto, antes de sair e comprar um ingresso, há muitas coisas que você precisa ter em mente.

Instruções Para Jogar Na Loteria

Mantenha seu senso de privacidade.

Como ganhar na loteria pode colocá-lo sob os olhos do público, você deve manter o máximo possível de suas informações pessoais em sigilo. Isso pode envolver a alteração do seu número de telefone, o estabelecimento de uma nova caixa postal e a criação de uma confiança cega com a ajuda de seu advogado, para que você possa manter os detalhes de seus ganhos privados e não atrair a atenção da mídia.

Fique longe de apostas até que se torne um hábito.

Se você quer ganhar muito dinheiro em um curto período, comprar um bilhete de loteria que acaba ganhando é uma das melhores maneiras de fazer isso, mas não é uma boa ideia jogar fora suas economias. Se você não se precaver, corre o risco de se viciar em apostas em loterias, o que pode resultar em problemas monetários significativos a longo prazo.

Certifique-se de estar bem preparado para lidar com suas vitórias futuras.

A falha dos ganhadores da loteria em planejar corretamente seus ganhos é o erro mais comum que eles cometem depois de ganhar. Isso ocorre porque muitas vezes eles desconhecem os impostos que precisarão ser pagos sobre seus ganhos.

Portanto, se você deseja ter uma visão clara de quanto terá que pagar de impostos após ganhar na loteria, é uma boa ideia consultar um contador qualificado. Isso garantirá que você tenha uma estimativa precisa.

Conheça suas chances.

Há uma possibilidade muito pequena de você sair com o prêmio. Acredita-se que a possibilidade de ganhar uma quantia significativa de dinheiro seja de apenas 0,3 por cento no Eua Mega Milhões, mas as chances reais podem variar muito dependendo de várias variáveis. Por exemplo, se o prêmio for muito alto, menos pessoas estarão interessadas em participar da loteria. Por outro lado, se o preço for muito baixo, as pessoas deixarão de comprar os ingressos.

Não se deixe vencer pelo entusiasmo.

Quando você finalmente perceber que ganhou o prêmio da loteria, primeiro tente se recompor e fazer uma pausa na ação. Isso ocorre porque ganhar na loteria é muito emocionante e faz com que você deseje dedicar o resto de sua vida a se concentrar em sua riqueza recém-adquirida.

Mantenha sua honra a todo custo.

Quando alguém ganha na loteria, a maneira mais comum de perder sua integridade é permitir que seus sentimentos melhorem. Eles podem começar a se concentrar excessivamente em suas riquezas recém-adquiridas a ponto de negligenciar o cuidado de si mesmos e de suas famílias. Isso pode fazer com que sintam que suas vidas não os satisfazem mais como esperavam.

Existem impostos sobre os rendimentos.

Embora ganhar na loteria possa ser incrivelmente emocionante, também pode ser incrivelmente estressante. Portanto, é essencial entender como sua situação fiscal mudará se você vencer. Felizmente, existem medidas que você pode tomar para minimizar os impostos devidos sobre seus ganhos.

Identificar sua classificação fiscal será o passo inicial. Sua faixa de imposto é baseada em sua renda, seja você solteiro ou casado. Se a sua faixa de imposto for maior, você deve pagar mais imposto de renda.

Além disso, sua faixa de imposto mudará ao longo do ano. Você pode encontrar uma calculadora de suporte de imposto on-line para determinar seu suporte de imposto. Usando a calculadora, você pode calcular quanto deve pagar de imposto de renda se ganhar na loteria.

Formular uma estratégia que olhe para o futuro em relação às suas finanças é do seu interesse. Depois disso, você pode discuti-lo com sua família imediata e conhecidos. Você também tem a opção de consultar um conselheiro licenciado. Você também deve evitar os erros típicos mencionados acima.

Se jogar na loteria é algo que você está pensando em fazer, é importante lembrar que as chances de você sair ganhando são extremamente baixas. Mesmo se você for vitorioso, existe apenas uma remota possibilidade de ficar rico.

[annisthree]

Someone please draw this, I beg you

concept: brasso has definitely at one point picked up cassian like a hissy kitten to get him out of a fight when he was younger. 

because you know big ol’ brasso who is the softest most wholesome ride or die person saw young cassian 1 time with the sad eyes and boiling anger and was like whelp guess this one is mine now. 

[janearts]

I'm still (still!!!) on my wishful thinking train. I was glad to get Cassian's POV, but I wish there was more prose about flying because Cassian is an Illyrian General dealing with Illyrian war camps. (I was thinking war games or demonstrations of formations, breakouts, vertical rolls, barrel rolls, zoom climbs, anything!)

And then there was this point in ACOWAR where Cassion bemoans that Nesta will never fly again after a flight with Rhysand makes her violently ill. She does, obviously, because there are few other options to access the House of Wind, but none of it was particularly ~romantic~. I wanted a Flying Scene™ à la Aladdin or How To Train Your Dragon, dammit.

[latimeria-fell-from-heaven]

since the fl doesn't want him, i will gladly take him <33

[aldbooks]

So, my friend @hlizr50 posted this lovely art during Gwynriel week and it inspired an idea that's been rolling around in my head until I finally spit it out in Word tonight. So, don't mind any typos or grammar, I did exactly zero editing 😅 Enjoy!

793 words

A distinctly masculine yelp called the entire training ring’s attention to the far end where Gwyn was…. Hanging from the Shadowsinger’s back… side? It was hard to tell from this angle. All Cassian knew for sure was Gwyn’s coppery head was much higher than it should be, and her feet were wrapped somewhere around Az’s middle, rather than on the ground. His brother stumbled at the sudden shift in weight, his wings flaring wide.

As Cassian watched, Az managed to pry one of Gwyn’s legs from around his torso but she quickly scrambled around his body, repositioning herself until she had somehow draped her body across the back of his neck, one of his arms grasped between hers, the other between her thighs.

“Son of a-” Az’s words cut off with a growl as he again attempted to free himself from her hold. He could hear Gwyn snarl at him to yield, which of course Azriel refused- as he should. He wasn’t defeated yet.

But cauldron, did they look ridiculous. 

Nesta and Emerie appeared at this side, wearing amused looks as they watched their friend make a proper fool out of the famed Spymaster. “What do you even call that hold?” Emerie asked with a snort as Azriel’s wings bent and stretched, trying to stabilize him while he worked to get free.

“I think it’s called a Nelson?” Cassion shrugged trying not to laugh as Gwyn “accidentally” kicked Az’s wing, drawing another strangled yelp from him. “But I’ve never seen it done like that…’ 

He finally loosed a grin as an idea came to him. Focusing his mind, he called out to Rhys, hoping his brother was paying attention wherever he was in the city. A moment later, a smooth voice spoke in his mind “Yes, Cassian?”

“You gotta see this.”

Rhys gave an intrigued hum. “Is that so?” There was a brush at his mind and Cassian opened a small window for his brother to see through his eyes. 

Just then. Az managed to find a ticklish spot behind Gwyn’s knee, loosening her hold with a squeal. Before he could pull her off of him completely, however, she scrambled around again, somehow hooking one leg around his back, one over his shoulder, ankles locked together, and both hands wrapped behind his neck.

This time the shift of weight unbalanced him entirely, sending him to his knees… Gwyn still hanging from his neck.

Cassian couldn’t help a chuckle then as a matching one sounded in his mind. He felt a pause on Rhys’ end before he felt another presence in his mind. “Oh my,” Feyre giggled. “How did she get up there?”

“I don’t know, I heard a shout and turned around to find her hanging off him. Everytime he manages to get an arm free, she moves and traps him again,” Cassian laughed. “We might want to consider ear plugs for the poor priestesses, Az’s been cursing up a storm the last couple minutes.”

Az wedged a hand beneath the thigh wrapped over his shoulder- dangerously high- and Nesta whistled. “You usually have to pay to get that handsy, Shadowsinger. Watch it!”

The hand quickly disappeared with a frustrated growl, and Gwyn, the cheek, laughed merrily at his predicament. From the corner of his eye, Cassian caught sight of Mor and Amren perched on lounge chairs, watching the show. How and when they had gotten here, he wasn’t sure. But they were turning his training ring into theater and he should probably say something, but he was too entertained by the spectacle.

After a few more moments of struggling - each attempt at tickling Gwyn now resulted in her thrashing about and shrieking, battering Az’s poor wings even further, even as she clung to him like a magnet- until finally, Az’s wings drooped with a sigh. 

“Do you yield?” Gwyn asked cautiously, still holding tight. There was a mumble and then- “What was that? I couldn’t hear you?”

“Yes, I yield. Gods damn it.”

Immediately, Gwyn dropped to the ground, rolling numbly from underneath him and springing to her feet with a triumphant crow. Nesta and Emerie burst out laughing while the other priestesses rushed over to congratulate Gwyn on besting the Symaster. Mor, who apparently wanted more of a show, booed loudly and tossed popcorn in Az’s direction, which Cassian had no idea how she’d gotten.

“Is he- blushing?” Feyre asked.

Sure enough, Az had slunk off to the side of the ring, his cheeks pink as he gingerly rubbed his shoulder. His shadows, which had been dancing around him and Gwyn throughout the entire bout, not interfering, now twirled in the air behind him. If he didn’t know better, Cass would think they were laughing. “Yes, Darling, I think he is.”

[jake-and-amy-are-married]

ao3 wrapped is always so interesting! 9, 19 and 30 if you want to answer :)

9. Favorite pairing you wrote for this year?

In the year of the lord 2023 I discovered melshian and all the angsty angst angst these two can inflict on each other, thank you(?) tony gilroy!

19. What’s one pairing you want to explore next year?

@faceofpoe has introduced me to the wonderful love hexagon that is bix x melshi x cassian, can't WAIT to do more damage to these three's psyche, can you imagine??!

30. Biggest surprise while writing this year?

I've genuinely improved??!! This was the first year after nearly three years where I wrote more consistently and more deliberately, with intent. My writing style has improved, and I can ensure that challenging characters like Cassian and Melshi don't lose their complexity in the context of a fic.

So. Yeah. Definitely the fact that I can see my writing evolve.

Thank you for asking!

anyone else wanna play? ao3 wrapped [writers edition]

[fluffyprettykitty]

this is absolutely lovely and comforting!

hold me through the storm | cassian andor

Summary: Sometimes, escaping TIE fighters during a storm means crash-landing and getting whiplash. Luckily, Cassian knows just how to make it better.

so, it turns out everyone’s thirsty for cassian fluff. yes, our followers have taste! warnings: mild injury, thunderstorms, teeth-rottingly indulgent fluff. note: this one’s special to me, because it’s actually based off a soundscape that i use to sleep on most nights. i recommend that you listen to the second half of it while you read this (the first half has cassian speaking, but it doesn’t quite match up with this)! find it on youtube here and spotify here, which i’ve started from my recommendation point for this fic (about 26 minutes in).  word count: 1989 requested by: @angstyvirgin001 and @minigirl87​. i hope you enjoy this, and that it makes you feel better <3 requests are open until sunday night! written by: archie

You hissed through your teeth, rubbing and squeezing at your nape to ease the strain.

That landing was far from your best. You probably took a crater out of the planet with how you plummeted, but there wasn’t much choice at all after those TIE fighters blew your freighter’s wing off.

Remarkably, the craft had landed without combusting or killing either of you inside, and the rumbling storm was severe enough that it would surely protect you from the searching starfighters. They were probably still looking.

You jolted to slam off the backup lights at the thought. The red bulbs instantly shut off, sending the whole ship into darkness, bar the tiny specks of red and green from the operation boards.

The freighter door slung open with a great screech of a sound. Howls of the thunderous wind and torrential rain deafened the cabin. “You wanna put on one light, maybe? I can’t even see!” Cassian’s voice battled the storm as he blindly clambered into the ship, a little clumsy in the darkness.

“Yeah, let me just-“ you flicked a couple of switches, and soon a single red bulb gave a dim glow, just enough to show you Cassian’s silhouette as he wrestled the door closed against the elements, the whole ship shaking with the force of his slam.

The overhead storm quieted instantly, now a low growl in the distance as he shrugged off his outer jacket, soaked through.

“We’re safe?”

“Yes,” he grunted, “There’s no one around and the storm gives us good cover. Let’s hope it keeps up until morning, and then we’ll look for damage or a way out of here.”

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