#sim: Azriel

[theroyalthrones]

BEHIND THE SCENES | Chantilly, Picardy, Lavande

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"Aubrey Faye Stuart grew up in a tiny world, in an even tinier town. Her parents, as normal as you can get, adhered to the ideology of staying within one's means. This upbringing left Aubrey with a small perspective, limited dreams, and a repressed personality. All of these qualities were perfect for a guy like Laurie — a man who didn’t really need the girl, just the face. From the outside, no one knew what Laurie could want in such a plain girl; his motives were never clear. The two didn’t fit very well on paper but got along fairly well. And to Aubrey, what others might perceive as just 'okay,' she regarded as exceptional. In her eyes, Laurie was the love of her life, and she his."

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Laurie] Mother’s given her permission. ...you’re to attend engagements with me, be seen with me offically.

AUBREY lifts her head, offended.

Aubrey]sarcarstically How generous.

Laurie] annoyed You're the only one benefiting from this.

Aubrey] scoffs

Laurie] I’m just saying, it wouldn’t hurt to actually be thankful.

Aubrey] of course I’m grateful…

Laurie] Don’t be mad, maybe I can take you shopping.

Aubrey]…

Laurie] contemplative Black hair… and more eye makeup, It’ll make your eyes stand out more.

AUBREY touches her hair; confused, a bit sad.

Aubrey] My hair?

AUBREY in the shower, a shot of her feet in a puddle of black water (hair die)

AUBREY getting her makeup done

AUBREY putting shoes on

AUBREY in a chair, with people fussing over her. A shot from the back.

Laurie and Aubrey walking out of some establishment. Completely decked out in their new looks. He has even changed a bit, they are getting photographed from every direction

As the light bleeds into her sight, her unease slight loosens. To be on the other side of the Cameras is something that she never would have imagined for herself. People call his name, People call her name. She might be happy she thinks. How could she not? She looks beautiful, a concept she never thought she could grasp, and maybe never again. For once she likes all eyes on her.

Now she’s a room, a very pretty one. She’s on the phone with her mother. Aubrey is a commoner from Caledonia. She’s a long way from home.

THE SHOT comes in. Her face isnt shown until the end possibly. She’s on the floor painting her toenails while on the phone. Very girly I’d say.

Mom] Are you okay?

Aubrey]… Did you see me on tv?

Mom] You loved your hair, sweetpea.

Aubrey] I know…

Mom] You know you can come home?

Why you? You’re not made for this.

Aubrey] …He’s not like you imagine, mom.

They’ve finally make their relation public. And life is supposed the be good. But they aren’t really.

EXT. Toussaint Estate - Afternoon

A very idillic afternoon at the toussaint estate. The party is happening around the pool. People are swimming, people are having fun. [Aubrey Caroline ~~~~is capturing this on her old camera, the images look as if they are shot on film. She films Laurie and Giselle getting risky, and also Aubrey laying alone, with Az approaching her. And also a shot of her fiance in the pov of the camera. He’s close, moving the camera away laughing.]

Laurie and Giselle are being a fit to friendly, they are roughhousing around. And laurie films her with his camera. While laurie is almost shameless with his advances, it is Giselle who is trying to hold it out. She is visibly uncomfortable, trying (not extremely hard) not to get caught.

As they so shameless project their feelings, Aubrey watches it all from the vantage point of her pool chair.

She already does not feel in her element, dressing in something way more revealing than she would have worn herself. Laurie has been dressing her as of late. She can’t say they’re ugly outfits, just not hers.

As she watches her boyfriend play with another girl (she doesn’t really know what to make of it, she’s got nothing to say),

Someone comes up behind her. It’s Azriel, a person she met a while ago, known to her as a best friend of Laurie.

Azriel] whispers So you’re not blind.

She looks over to him, a bit dumbfounded and suprised.

Aubrey] cautious I don’t know what you’re talking about.

Azriel] “Poor Aubrey…” That’s what they call you. You don’t know how to play the game, you’ll get eaten alive. you’ll get eaten alive here, if you don’t learn to play along.

Aubrey]…

Azriel] Do you love him?

Aubrey] offended Of course I love him! Az] chuckles Your first mistake.

Aubrey] He woul- He’d never betray me.

Azriel] You can’t even convince yourself. laughs mockingly.

He walks away, leaving her with more questions that she isn’t willing to have answered.

[reveriste]

the stars are blue...

[therealmissmagoo2]

The Sims 4 - Gwyneth Berdara (9.20.24 edit)

A Court of Thorns and Roses series by Sarah J. Maas **Spoilers** Titles: Carynthian, Priestess, Valkyrie Age: 28 Species: 3/4 High Fae & 1/4 River Nymph

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CC List - Patreon

Gwyn & Azriel Sparring 💢

Gwyn, Emerie, & Nesta 👭

[ceechalla]

[magnoliadale]

More Baby Shower Photos <3

I had so much fun putting this shower together for Maverick and Stella. From the colors to the gift table, it’s truly my best one yet! Everyone looks so good and a time was truly had for the Torrance family and friends. Stella is excited about becoming a mom and Maverick cannot wait to meet his spawn lol.

** Georgia Clarke created by missamelies on the gallery

[honeycombsims4]

🦇 my elriel sims 🌹

[violet-the-simmer]

UPDATED Bookish Sims:

My sims are all available on the gallery at violet-thesimmer. Feel free to check them out there too!!

Sims Done ✅

TOG:

Aelin Galathynius

Manon Blackbeak

Dorian Havilliard

Rowan Whitethorn

ACOTAR:

Azriel

Rhysand + Another version of Rhys

Feyre Archeron + Human Feyre

Cassian

Nesta Archeron

Elain Archeron

Lucien Vanserra

CC:

Bryce Quinlan

Hunt Athalar

Ruhn Danaan

Next Up:

Amren and Mor

[shadowsingerdraco]

sjmU modern university fic

PART TWO

(part one linked at the bottom)

summary: cassian deals with his hangover and the lingering affects of nesta… more on azriel and lidia’s history

pairings: rhys/feyre, azriel/elain, azriel/lydia, cassian/nesta (these are all insinuated or hinted at but nothing explicit happens… thats for later hehe)

warnings: this fic contains sjm multiverse characters so there may be spoilers regarding characters. this is a modern au so i wont stay close to cannon most likely. but i just wanted to put that in here. also, drinking and smoking mentioned, partial nudity mentioned

notes: i want this to be a multi part series. i hope to include many smjU characters so stay tuned!

words: 2.5k

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Cassian felt like a right asshole as he nursed his hangover. Azriel sat across from him, sipping his own cup of coffee while Cassian’s remained untouched. He was afraid if he ate or drank anything, he’d puke it up.

“I need to apologize,” Cassian rasped, and rubbed his fingers into his temples.

Azriel raised a brow at him. “And how do you plan on doing that? You’ll likely never see them again.”

Cassian let out a groan. A wordless agreement to Azriel’s claim.

The day passed by in a haze. Beer bottles and sticky red solo cups that none of them had bothered to pick up were scattered around the apartment. Azriel usually took care of it, but he had locked himself up in his room all day with Lydia. She had stayed over last night—though that wasnt unusual. After Cassian and Az’s chat this morning, Azriel had silently made another mug of coffee with two sugars and some milk and brought it into his room. They haven’t come back out.

It was aproaching three o’clock and Cassian was begining to get hungry. He went over to Az’s door and thumped his fist against it a few times before saying, “I’m going to get lunch, do you guys want anything?”

There was some rustling before the door creaked open to reveal Lydia, who was wearing Azriel’s hoodie and her hair tossed into a bun. The fabric fell to her knees, but Cassian had a hunch she wasn’t wearing any pants. He was going to tease her about it but she spoke before he could.

“Where are you going for lunch?”

“The deli,” Cass replied.

Lydia pursed her lips with a small nod. “Alright, get me and Az regulars. One with no pickles, the other with no onion.”

Cassian gave her a mock salute and she shut the door. On his way to his truck he dialed Rhys, asking him to come to lunch with him. He responded with a quick sure.

When the boys were sitting down at their table, Rhys was looking down at his phone with a schoolboy grin on his face.

“What the fuck are you so giddy about?” Cassian said with a mouthful of bread and salami.

Rhysand looked up, the smile still on his lips. “This girl, man. She’s funny.”

Cassian almost choked on his sandwich at the statement. The sisters. Nesta. Her name clanged through his head, ringing and ringing and ringing.

“You got her number?” Cassian asked, unable to school his wide eyes.

Rhys scoffed. “Of course I did. Best shag I’ve ever had in a bathroom.”

Damn. Nesta might have been a bitch about it, but she was right about her sister and Rhys.

Cassian let out a low whistle at Rhys’s confession. He was going to start giving his brother hell about it, but Rhysand was already looking back down at his phone, tapping away and chuckling to himself. Rhys never kept contact with his one night stands. Damn, these girls were turning their worlds upside down it seemed.

A few more moments passed, and Cassian coughed out, “So, uh, do you think you could see if Feyre and her sisters wanted to meet up tonight?”

Rhysand looked up from his phone, brow raised. “I don’t see why not.”

Cassian just nodded his head in acknowledgement and dove back into his lunch, not wanting to face Rhys’s knowing gaze. Bastard.

Back at the apartment, Cass sent Azriel a text letting him know that their sandwiches were on the counter and went into his bedroom. He definitely didn’t spend the remainder of the afternoon playing video games to ignore the five hour countdown until he saw Nesta again. Definitely not.

Meanwhile Lidia and Az sat on Azriel’s bed with their lunches spread across their laps, Lidia’s computer propped between them, Home Hounds playing on the screen.

“That house is so ugly,” Lidia said through a mouthful of turkey, lettuce, and pickles. “They should pick the first house instead.”

“No way,” Azriel responded, mouth just as full. “The husband likes this one better. He definitely will win her over to this one. She seems like a pushover.”

Lidia hummed in agreement. The show continued to play and they continued to make idle commentary. This was how the two usually spent their nights: Lidia and him lounging around, eating and watching casual T.V. They would occasionally smoke a blunt of murthroot, but that wasn’t usual and typically reserved for parties. Azriel only liked to do it when he was feeling particularly anxious, and Lidia did it so he wasn’t doing it alone.

The pair had been best friends since they were kids, growing up next door to one another. Azriel used to sneak into her room, climbing up the large oak tree that sat between their windows. The first time it happened, Azriel’s step brothers were banging on his bedroom door trying to get in. Those boys terrorized him any chance they got. They would put tacks in his shoes, steal his lunch at school so he wouldn’t have anything to eat, and beat him up whenever Azriel did so much as breathe wrong. Not that his parents cared all that much. His dear mother worked nights at the hospital so she never really saw him, whereas his step-father thought his demon children could do no wrong. Everything was Azriel’s fault and would turn a blind eye to his bruises.

Azriel felt panic sliding up his spine at the constant banging on his door, his step-brothers shouting threats at him. Then, there was sudden quiet. A stillness. Azriel calmed, thinking the boys must have given up or gotten bored. His hopes were shot down quickly as his door handle began to rattle. Not a harsh, insistent jostling, but a gentle wobble. Azriel felt his blood run cold. They were picking the lock. His one place of solace was about to be destroyed, ripped away on its hinges.

Azriel darted his eyes around, trying to think think think. He had nowhere to go, nowhere to run except—except the window.

They were still working on the doorknob as he hurried to the window on the farside of his room, undoing the latch with shaking hands and slid up the glass pane. The gods must be real and giving him a wink as he looked at the large oak tree that seemed to be reaching out to him with it’s sturdy branches. Azriel sent a quick thank you to the Mother and climbed out of his room and into the chilled night.

Once he was sure of his footing, he turned back and slid the window closed, not wanting to leave any evidence behind. He didn’t know what his step-brothers would think about his empty room, but he just hoped they didn’t follow his footsteps. Azriel continued to make his way across the expansive oak, hiding himself in its leaves. He kept going, looking back periodically to make sure he was alone.

He took his eyes off his path and towards where he assumed his window was one time too many as his foot met air. Azriel had nearly fallen to his death, or at least to a broken arm, but he was able to catch himself. With his heart thumping in his chest, he looked up to find not only the end of the branches, but another window. And a girl. She stared at him with wide eyes, her hair dripping wet from what Azriel assumed was her shower.

Azriel gave her an awkward smile and a wave. She let out what seemed to be a laugh. They both stared at each other for what felt like hours to Azriel, but then she snapped her head to her door, smile now gone. Azriel’s stomach dropped. She was going to get in trouble for this, he thought. But then she looked back at him, face set in what could have been determination, walked over to her window and slid it open.

“Hi,” she said.

“Hi.”

“I’m Lidia. Do you live next door?”

Azriel debated lying but then that would be weird for him to be in this tree. So he said, “Yeah. I’m Azriel.”

Lidia smiled at him. She was missing her front left big-tooth. Azriel had just lost one on the bottom himself.

“That’s a cool name,” she said. “What does it mean?”

Azriel hated the blush that he felt bloom on his cheeks. “Uh, thanks. And I don’t know. Does it have to mean anything?”

Lidia nodded, as if she knew the answer to all his questions. “It has to. It’s a word, after all. And all words have meaning.” Her eyes got big then and she snapped her fingers together. “Oh! I have a book for this!” She quickly turned around and disappeared into a corner that Azriel wasn’t privy to.

She came back into view with a large orange book in her hands. Azriel furrowed his brows in question. When Lidia noticed, she explained, “It’s a baby name book. My mom kept it from when she was naming me.”

She began flitting through the first couple of pages before asking, “How do you spell it?”

Azriel told her and she continued to frown at the book, pink blossoming on her own cheeks this time.

“What’s wrong?” Azriel asked. She had been quiet for a minute now.

She looked up, lips pulled tight and eyes hard. “I can’t read the stupid thing.”

“Oh,” was Azriel’s response.

“My teacher says I’m not reading on the expected level for a second grader,” Lidia confessed quietly.

“Well if it makes you feel any better, I’m really bad at math,” Azriel said. A burst of wind rippled through the tree then, making him shudder. Lidia gave him a funny look then and asked why he was in the tree in the first place. He almost blurted the truth, but second guessed it. He didn’t know this girl, why should he trust her? People haven’t proved themselves to be kind to him.

“I like to climb trees,” he said with a shrug.

“At night? In the cold?”

“I like the night time,” Az said. This wasn’t a lie. He did like the night time. It was the only part of the day where he had come to peace. Well, usually.

They continued to chat for some time before Azriel heard a distant voice call Lidia’s name. She looked to the door again before turning to him, frowning.

“That’s my mom. She’s calling for me to turn out my lights and go to bed.”

Azriel felt like a stone dropped in his stomach. Don’t go, he found himself thinking. Don’t make me go back.

But she smiled at him and said, “Do you want to play after school tomorrow?”

He opened his mouth to say yes, but then he remembered, “I can’t. I have chores and I won’t be done in time to play before dinner.”

Now it was Lidia’s turn to seem disappointed. But she seemed to be full of solutions because she said, “Well what if you came back to my window? I have some chalk and we could play tic-tac-toe on my window seal!”

She seemed really excited about this, so Azriel agreed. And he did show up the next night. And the next. And the one after that for the rest of their adolescent lives before they packed up their things to move away for college.

Somewhere in there, they shared kisses for spin-the-bottle or smoking games, but they never passed this threshold. They were of the same breath by the time they reached teenage years and there was nothing embarrassing or too much for the other. As for them falling asleep in the same bed with Lidia in nothing but her underwear and his t-shirt was something they had done for the first time on their senior trip to Avallen..

Lidia’s piece of shit boyfriend (per Azriel’s assessment as soon as he met the guy) cheated on her with best friend. Lidia had no interest in sharing a room with her that night and went straight to Azriel, who went straight to her ex and gave him a busted lip. Lidia wasn’t sad at first, but instead dove into deep anger and had no patience as she snapped at Azriel by telling him that she would not be sleeping in her jeans and would not be wearing a bra and that he would just have to get over it if it was weird. He had simply chuckled and raised his hands in mock-innocence and laid on the floor, resolving to only his boxers and a t-shirt himself. It wasn’t until he heard her soft sobs in the middle of the night and couldn’t stand the sound of it and crawled in with her, holding her tight to his chest.

They never really went back to modesty after that.

So here they were, eating a Cassian bought lunch in bed without a care in the world but one another. That is until Azriel’s phone buzzed with a text inviting him to a small pub with the boys and the three sisters from the party last night.

“You wanna go?” He asked her, his dark hair falling above his golden eyes.

Lidia shrugged with a nod of acceptance. He told her that they would need to leave in the next hour. So they watched another Home Hounds episode before they got up and Lidia dug around in her drawer of clothes that Azriel kept for her. She threw on a light blue v-neck tee and jeans, her hair in a pony-tail. Azriel settled for one of his many black shirts and black jeans and they walked out into the living room to see Cassian picking up the aftermath of last night. Lidia thought she must be dreaming.

“Cass, are you okay?” she asked, half teasing.

He paused in his movement of putting a red solo cup in the open trash bag he was carrying. “Yeah, why?” His voice was labored, as if he had paused his run instead of a clean-up.

“Because you never clean. And here you are doing just that. Not to mention you’re doing it right before a night out.”

Azriel leaned as if to whisper in her ear, but said it loud enough for Cassian to hear, “He’s antsy because he is nervous about seeing Nesta again tonight.”

Lidia made a silent, overdramatic oh.

“Fuck off, Az.” Cassian snapped, but just chucked the cup into the trash before picking up another one.

The pair just laughed at him as Rhys walked out of his own room, looking impeccable in his black denim jacket and styled hair. “Let's go,” he said, throwing his keys up in the air and catching them.

Cassian just dropped the trash bag onto the floor and followed Rhys out the door.

Lidia and Azriel just shook their heads and headed out the door.

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[ladypixeldown]

AZRIEL

Bonus 🦇🔥:

Note: This is Azriel from my point of view!

[theroyalthrones]

Behind the Scenes | Parc de la Un Lys |Grenoble, Lavande

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LAURIE ALAIRE Az? AZRIEL HOTTINGUER You'd think a guy would seek his best friend out after years apart. LAURIE ALAIRE So you tracked me down? AZRIEL HOTTINGUER Laughs Nah, I just wanted some cream. They go in for a bro hug. LAURIE ALAIRE Don't tell me you're still with Esther? AZRIEL HOTTINGUER You'd think she'd let me out of her sight? AZRIEL HOTTINGUER We're done. Too clingy to keep me down. LAURIE ALAIRE You're terrible Man. AZRIEL HOTTINGUER You used to like that about me. LAURIE ALAIRE I can't get into trouble, Az. Not anymore. AZRIEL HOTTINGUER So you're still following mommy's orders? LAURIE ALAIRE Maybe I've grown up. AZRIEL HOTTINGUER Oh, I doubt that Chuckles 8 LAURIE ALAIRE … Giselle is back. AZRIEL HOTTINGUER (Wide eyes, shocked) You've seen her? LAURIE ALAIRE So you knew? AZRIEL HOTTINGUER … Uh, no. You know, gossip and all that. Awkward laugh

AZRIEL HOTTINGUER Speaking of Gossip, She's been in a lot of it. Who's this? LAURIE ALAIRE None of your business, Az. LAURIE ALAIRE This is Azriel Hottinguer, a total prick. AZRIEL HOTTINGUER Full chested Laugh All of those, along with the title of his best friend. He leans in and kisses her hand. Laurie pulls her away from him. LAURIE ALAIRE Az, come on, man. (fade out)

[gracie-rosee]

I’m a simple gal. I play a new farming sim game and I put my favorite characters in it. It’s the closest I’ll get to seeing them in real life.

[lainalit]

RIP Rhys you would have loved making street interview videos where you ask women what they think about feminism

RIP Cassian you would have loved going to the gym and filming a bunch of homoerotic tiktoks with your gym bros

RIP Azriel you would have loved Sims 2 emo machinimas with my Immortal playing in the background

RIP Tamlin you would have loved going to Anime conventions and walk behind cosplayers while playing the theme songs on your violin

RIP Eris you would have loved going to dog parks and instigate drama between dog owners

RIP Lucien you would have loved fishing with a bunch of middle-aged dads and trying to make them laugh with dad jokes

[therealmissmagoo2]

The Sims 4 - Lookbook Rhysand

ACOTAR series by Sarah J. Maas

Half Illyrian & Half High Fae

Titles: High Lord of the Night Court & Carynthian

Age: 538

Powers: Darkness Manipulation, Winnowing, Daemati Abilities, Glamouring, Flight via Wings, Misting, Shape-Shifting

Tray

[ceechalla]

[magnoliadale]

"Tell me you don't never wanna lose me..."

A night with Maliah and Azzy

[sapphicmsmarvel]

modern au! competition

notes: in elains part i talk shit about The Exorcist. i’m sorry guys that movie is so so bad. Some of these are really short because i didn’t know how to elaborate LOL but yall will get the point. 

Azriel: 

This cranky bitch has beef with your kindle paperwhite. 

You took it everywhere, always made sure it was fully charged and loaded with books. You even used the app on your phone until one day you decided you would always carry your actual kindle with you everywhere. 

When he wanted snuggles and you were reading? You had pushed him away. Until one day, he’d had enough. 

It was a rough day at work, he wanted his girlfriend. He saw you on the couch, with your emotional support water bottle, his hoodie, fuzzy sock-clad feet and a blanket. And you were holding your kindle. 

He knew he wanted to join you in that cuddle pile, so he did. 

He took away your blanket which caused you to yell an indignant, “hey!” Then he spread your legs which had you saying “oh?” 

He rolled his eyes at your dirty mind and laid down on top of you. Your kindle was in the air, he laid his head between your boobs and snuggled in. 

Breathing in your scent, he hummed contentedly. 

He felt you shake with suppressed giggles, “you comfy?”

“Mhm.” He hummed, his eyes closing. 

“My big baby.” You said softly, kissing his head and running your nails through his hair. 

He didn’t need to look up to know you were still reading, just multitasking now. After all, that’s what the pop socket is for. Multitasking while reading. 

(get your heads out of the gutter) 

He loved how happy it made you, though. He also loved the sex that came from the books that you’d want to reenact. 

Cassian: 

don't get him wrong, he loves that you wear makeup because you love it. 

however that damn plumping gloss is gonna kill him. 

“It’s spicy!” 

“You’re being a baby, it’s minty.” 

“it’s fucking spicy!” 

It’s not his fault that your gloss is out to make him croak. He can’t help kissing you though, your lips look so plump and juicy, just perfectly kissable. And the gloss tastes like vanilla cupcakes until the spice kicks in. 

Rhysand: 

He's got beef with the sims. You’ll go missing for hours in your “cozy room” as you call it, and 9 times out of 10, he’ll walk in and see you hunched over like a cave creature playing the sims. It kind of scares the shit out of him because sometimes he’ll walk in on you like that, with a murder podcast playing on your TV. 

Eventually, he loves the game. Because he discovers that you can make your own families. You two have five kids in the sims, because even Sim-Rhysand is horny. 

Eventually he gets his own PC, he’s very excited. Owns and buys you all of the sims packs. 

Feyre: 

Your IPad. You do everything on that thing. Work, planning, reading; writing, even. It’s with you all day, sometimes all night depending on the activity you’re doing. You can’t stop playing candy crush or some other game. She’s fully pulled the IPad out of your grip before to cuddle.

She didn’t get it until you got her her own with procreate installed. And now you’re the one who has to pry her away. She, like Rhysand, has learned the naughty things she can do with her new hobby. AKA, lots of drawings of you. 

Naked, clothed. You two together being naughty. 

She’s learned to love the wonders of an IPad. 

Morrigan: 

fucking theme parks. In the beginning of your relationship she didn’t know how to feel, eventually she fell in love with them. She used to be against them because she hated being sweaty (who doesn’t) but with your help she was able to be comfortable and enjoy a nice theme park day with her girlfriend. 

You two are out of state disney pass holders. Taking random flights on random days for a day at disney. Flying in that morning and leaving that night. Or driving for a long weekend. 

Amren: 

her competition is concerts. you’ll go to any show at any time. Your friends favorite indie band is having a show with 20 dollar tickets? sold you’ll be there. 

She’s not a fan of intense crowds, mosh pits aren’t her scene. But if there’s an artist you wanna go see and your friends can't go? She’s buying you the tickets as an early birthday or christmas gift. She’s even used mother’s day as an excuse to buy you tickets. Or Veterans Day. 

And she calls you dramatic. 

Nesta: 

she genuinely doesn’t understand how you can play video games for hours. She does love it though because you’ll leave her alone to read while you play. 

You rarely play intense games, if you do you’re playing with friends and not some random lobby (because being a woman, a queer woman no less is not fun in random online lobbies). And that’s when you go into a different room because your friends and you are quite loud. 

But when you’re playing stardew valley or any zelda, mario game, or nintendo in general; you’re sitting by her. 

Your usual set up is you both on the couch next to each other, some asmr room video in the background and a few candles lit. 

She can even admit that your video games have awesome soundtracks. 

Elain: 

horror movies. you were a fanatic. On your first date you brought this up to her, nervous she’d be against it. She was all for watching them. She had never seen them, growing up her mother forbid her daughters from watching them. It didn’t stop Feyre and Nesta, however she was a bit of a rule follower. 

She thought it couldn’t be that bad. After all, they're fictional and the effects can be very cheesy. 

However, she hid that she was scared pretty well in the beginning and then when you two saw Jigsaw that killed her “street cred” with you. (her words, not yours) 

So after the intensity of Jigsaw, you had her watch The Exorcist, a movie you thought was ass but was a good movie to introduce her to horror with. 

She ended up thinking the movie was shit, too. But, it gave her a bit of a baseline to go off of.  

After that was The Conjuring universe, then The Paranormal Activity franchise ended up freaking her out in a good way. 

She liked watching supernatural, ghost hunters, and american horror story with you though! And she did enjoy the scream franchise as well as the scary movie franchise! 

She began to love them, and loved the adrenaline. 

She liked the idea of going to a haunted house during halloween, but it scared her a bit more. It was different with a screen in between her and the scare. 

Lucien: 

Your stuffed animal collection. You personified almost everything you owned (which made it a bitch to declutter when you knew you needed to; but you couldn’t stop imagining objects with personalities). 

He loved how passionate you were, how cuddly you always looked however: 

You’re supposed to be cuddling him!! Not a damned stuffed animal! 

Then one time, he came home after a long work trip and found you asleep on the couch, you were waiting for him. 

He found you hugging a fox build-a-bear with one of his shirts on it.  

How can he hate that? 

Eris: 

His own dog is his competition. 

The fucker will cuddle with you then give him a smug ass look like “haha she chose me, she dont want you.” 

He loved the immediate love you had for his (son) pet. And he reacted to you the same way. You two formed a bond, the dog would follow you everywhere around the house. 

His dog was supposed to be a hunting dog, then when you (mom) came into the picture, that’s when you began babying him and forbidding Eris from taking him hunting. 

“My son will not go through the mud! He’s a baby!”

“My love, his whole life’s purpose is hunting. He’s a hunting dog.” 

“His life purpose is being the cute snuggly idiot he is!” Said snuggly idiot was wagging at your feet with an expression on his face that Eris could only describe as a “you go, mom!” look. 

“What if he gets hurt?” Your bottom lip wobbled and he knew he couldn’t say no to you. 

You were sensitive when it came to animals. It was pretty easy to make you cry, you just had to look at the dog being cute and you’d start bawling. 

But, he loved waking up in the morning to you snuggled into him with his beloved (but an asshole) dog with you two. 

Even when the dog pushes in between the two of you in the middle of the night. 

Tarquin: 

Surfing. He can’t believe he’s competing with his own hobby. 

He introduced you to it, but you cannot stop. You spend hours out in the ocean, and he wishes he could be out there with you all the time. But he’s always working with the city's ocean conservation teams and is the leading man in marine biology in your city.  So he can’t leave the office a lot, but when he can, he does join you in the surf. 

You two began a surfing contest to raise money for ocean conservation too.