Writer of MorMor Fic and Fantasy. Absinthe Faerie in disguise as a human. Do have a peek at my work as TheGreenFaerie on AO3, darlings... if slow burning-darkly romantic-vicious-delicious indulgences are your cup of drinking chocolate. This blog is for all things MorMor that I adore... Fic, RP, and my beloved idiots, The Kitten & The Tiger.  XOXO


Chapter Seven: The Lovers of Havik

I lead you into the tent, where a lantern is burning. It’s large and luxurious - soft carpets, cushions around a low table, chests, scroll holders, lanterns, all in beautiful colours and patterns. Red is my favourite and it recurs in nearly every item.

I gesture at you to sit on one of the cushions. They’re heavy camel hair, but lighter silk cushions and soft woollen throws rest on top - I don’t like sitting on the coarse thread; it irritates my skin. I settle down and lean back against the bolster, as Minaz comes rushing in with a sack of wine and a jug of water, nearly tripping over as he suddenly comes to a halt upon seeing you. If his eyes went any wider, they’d fall out of his head.

“Thank you, Minaz. Please pour us some cups and light the lanterns,” I say. He approaches carefully, almost reluctantly, like his feet are moving without his permission, reaches the side of the table furthest from you, hesitates.

Read it on AO3!

At last… the Tent. 

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Tumblr: *rolls out “best stuff first”*

My blog:

on the one hand this is a joke post because lol i have never made a good post in my life, but also, if i hadn’t made the connection between this update and my sudden nosedive in activity, i would have been really fucking discouraged about all the shit i’ve been working on lately. i guarantee there are people on tumblr right now who haven’t made that connection, and who are trying to figure out why suddenly no one likes anything they’ve made. and that fucking sucks.

Reminder to go into your settings and turn off ‘Best Stuff First’ because my activity’s tanked a couple days ago for no reason so this stuff IS happening.

You WILL miss content with that setting on.

i ain’t joking when i say that my activity looks JUST like this too and i wasn’t sure why

I can only find the option on the app under Settings > Dashboard Preferences.

To support content creators do us a favour and turn off “Best stuff first”. Open the tumblr app (Android or iOs) and go to “Settings > Dashboard Preferences. And please reblog this post, so that everybody will see this. Thank you very much!

I assumed I just wasn’t writing very well, but maybe it’s not just me.

Am I supposed to pay to get my writing in front of followers now?

We interrupt your regularly-scheduled sci-fi content because this is important for app users, and it sucks. We all follow blogs because we want to see their content, not to have a crappy algorithm decide what’s best.

This blog is down approximately 80%, which doesn’t affect me other than as an annoyance (as this is a hobby and @okayto is small-ish) but the issue undoubtedly hurts others.


Below are instructions for turning it off. You have to do it individually–it doesn’t matter if a blog you follow turns it off, you’ll still be affected unless you do the same.


We don’t normally reblog PSAs, but this is very clearly affecting us, too! If you haven’t been getting your daily dose of RPG humor, this setting is probably why. Turn it off so you can see all the silly shit players say!

Trying to reblog the versions of these instructions with the most notes, so they’ll actually show up for the people afflicted by this update.

So that’s why stuff’s been repeating out of order >:(

This makes so much sense now! I just thought people didn’t really like some of my writing, but then they started finding my chapters out of order. I have been told that they had to search to find the rest. Wow.

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Eerily accurate.

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Chapter Nine: Take Me Out

I break off from the kiss.

“Wait… A dangerous assassin may be on his way?” I stare up at you in mock terror, before my expression shifts to slyness. “I’d best get ready then… Don’t want to be dragged into a den of depravity without looking hot, beautiful and utterly fuckable, do I?”

You stare at me with such glowing desire and worship, I nearly forget to breathe.

I didn’t even plan to kiss you again - it just keeps happening. Even though we’ve *just fucked*, we’re snogging like there’s no tomorrow. Love makes absolutely no sense, I muse before losing myself in your lips completely.

Read it on AO3!

Jim preparing for his date, knowing Seb is impatiently waiting and forced to listen to endless Britney… 

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Oh gosh, what the frick is this?!?!?

“begin turning flame higher and higher”

“moon-walk” ?!?!!

“light explosives now …. and…… now”!!!!


Have a nice day…

Release the penguins…

Remove cattle from stage… 

Balance your chair on 2 legs…

continue “swimming” motion.

And the best part… ‘gradually become agitated’. 

Gradually?? As a former pianist and flautist, I am so stressed out right now… 

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tfw you read those first couple lines of a fic and your shoulders just relax because the writing is good and you know you can rest there for a while

@greenfaeriefeverdream @conduitstreetcat

That feeling when I open up the Symbiotic Criminal Psychopaths

Aww!! Thank you @wheresmybloodynauglamir​ !!

That sooo just made my day! <3

Enjoy our MorMor sanctuary. <3 

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Chapter 18: Let the Wild Rumpus Begin

Oh, Jim…

Witness the rumpus on AO3!

“Enough,” Kyrylo shouted. “Sit down, if you don’t want to get hurt…”

“I wouldn’t want to get hurt…” Jim agreed, and regarded him as he slowly sat in the chair. His eyes narrowed. As the man leaned over to retie him, Jim grabbed his tie clip and stabbed him in the throat. Looking shocked, the man fell over, gurgling sounds coming from his throat.

Kyrylo lurched up in a blind fury. He pointed his gun and grabbed Jim by the throat. “Little piece of shit…” he roared, and slammed him back against the chair. Then he pistol-whipped Jim, making him cry out.

Explosion of pain. Blood spraying. Shock. Jim gasped for breath, and forced himself to stay conscious. “Terrible mistake, Kyrylo…” he murmured in a daze. “Start making peace - with your pathetic excuse for a god…”

What did you say?” Kyrylo muttered incredulously, and stepped towards him.

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Chapter Four: The Pleasant History of the Cock and the Tiger

I raise my eyebrows. Part of me feels like I shouldn’t give you anything… but if I’m too stubborn, you’ll leave, and I’ve had it with being bored in a cage.

“My homeland…” I muse. “I live in a mountainous region, but close enough to the sea that we could access it by the river. The area offers good defence with mountains behind us, and arable land for the temperate seasons. The forests… you could spend a lifetime exploring them… they are magical places, not for the faint of heart…”

I regard you as I gulp down the water, and hand you the empty cup. “You strike me as someone who would not be afraid… but there are beings in my homelands not to be trifled with…”

Read it on AO3!

This, but golden hair and showing more skin… like, all of it. 

Jim likes… 

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Okay but after seeing this I started doing it too and it’s amazing how many men I’ve run into bc they expected me to move

Gotta try it

I work (and walk) on a college campus. I’ve lost count of how many men I’ve smacked shoulders with.

Recently, I was standing outside my son’s classroom waiting to talk to his teacher. I stood on one side of the hallway, not even close to the center. At some point, a man came walking along. I was standing right in his path, but the hallway was empty, so I logically expected him to swerve around me. Instead he kept walking right toward me, got to me, and stopped, as if waiting for me to get out of his way. I didn’t; I just smiled politely at him. He finally walked around me, clearly annoyed that I hadn’t leapt out of his manly path.

Now I’m wishing I’d leapt aside, taken off my jacket and laid it on the floor before him, then bowed deeply and said, “My Liege!”

I also work at a college campus. I smack shoulders sometimes, but I find that if I stare straight ahead and follow the advice below, people get the heck out of the way.


Honestly this post changed how I carry myself when walking alone in public, or in a situation where I’m the one leading. People definitely move for the murder gaze.

Confirmed. I once had to rush back inside a convention hall as the con was closing in order to a retrieve a sick friend’s medication, and I didn’t understand why people in the crowd were jumping out of my way (literally—one guy vaulted a table) until I realized I was dressed as the Winter Soldier and doing the Murder Walk because that’s just how I walk in those boots. I got the meds, got out, and made a mental note.

I repeated the experiment later, wearing the boots but otherwise my usual clothing and mimicking the expression I thought I’d had at that moment. People parted like I was Charlton Heston.

I now wear that style of boots whenever possible. I recently had a man do a double-take as I walked by and ask me, politely, where I had served because I “looked like a soldier.” I’m not current or former military. I was wearing a flowy purple peasant top and looked as un-soldierlike as possible.

Moral of the story: wear comfortable shoes, square your shoulders, and walk like you’ve been sent to murder Captain America.


It’s called the Murder Strut.

IT’S BACK!!!!!! I was searching for this to show my daughter the other day and couldn’t find it. I’m so glad IT’S BACK!! I will always reblog the Murder Strut!!

A guy on a bike went around me because he could tell I had no intention of moving. Thanks to this post.

One day and I bumped into a guy while doing the Murder Strut and he apologized to me even though I was the one who had bumped into him.

It works wonders.

In case you were wondering, yes you can do this in a wheelchair. Same look in your eyes and let ‘em know you will run them down. Just picture yourself in a sports car accelerating towards someone with the intention of flattening them.

If there’s anything more satisfying than watching Abled men leap out of my way when they realize I’m not moving for them, I can’t think of it atm.

Walk like you’ve been sent to murder Captain America.

Wheel like you’re gonna win the Indy 500 and don’t care how.

Your crutches are short swords; walk like you can see them buried in the bodies of anyone who crosses (in front of) you.

Tumblr: teaching women how to be Moses and part the fucking Red Sea with the power of their minds.

I had never seen these updates to the Patriarchy Chicken Game before and they are all a goddam DELIGHT

Oh hell yes I’m doing this


Can confirm - I also get bumped into by men if I’m walking normally and don’t move out of the way. 

Like, a lot. 

Project Murder Walk is on

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Chapter Three: The Merchant’s Night Adventure

I’m looking at the jug, idly wondering if I should ask for more, then thinking fuck it, when my train of thought is interrupted by - well.

My eyes lock on yours and I look at you hard.

“You can try…” I say in a half-purr, half-growl.

A smile spreads across my face slowly, then I compose my face to look as close to contrite as I can get without laughing my arse off.

“Oh, forgive me… Master… I have not been a slave for very long, and sometimes I just forget… my… position…”

I trail off, and blink lazily at you like a cat.

“Might I have some more of that refreshing wine, Master? This heat has made me quite thirsty…” my tongue darts out over my lips, and I look at you, feigning innocence.

Read it on AO3!


OK… This. But with golden hair. And way fewer clothes… 

Like, way fewer

Are you picturing it, you cheeky monkeys?

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Chapter Seven: Bulletproof Cupid

It’s weird being back in the flat. When we were out we were in this unreal fantasy world where anything was possible, but this is home… with the boots by the door and the horrible purple wallpaper and - it doesn’t seem the place where you would look at me like that, but you do.

I scoop you up and you squeal and giggle as I carry you to the bedroom and you keep looking at me like that which is astonishing, and I drop you onto the bed and grab my phone, and sit next to you, and take a selfie, because I never want to forget this look on your face.

Then I drop the phone and fall into your arms, because we haven’t kissed for at least two minutes now which is way too long.

Read it on AO3!

Our story that starts out porny and segues into feels and oh hey, more porn… however will it end?

All I know is Jim Moriarty and Sebastian Moran are so fucking sweet, and… I have no words.

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My beautiful co-writer @greenfaeriefeverdream commissioned the immensely talented @baroquegothik for this stunning cover for our vampire story In Sanguine Veritas

It’s SO beautiful! Suave vampire Jim… Ferocious Seb… Thank you so much!!

@baroquegothik​, this totally looks like a book cover!! I’m in love… 

Our beautiful vampire story is done, but perhaps our boys will make an appearance again… if they’re not too busy wreaking havoc to drop by… 

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just to fuel the discourse reblog this with where you’re from and whether you pronounce “twenty” so it rhymes with “funny” or “plenty” (in other words, with a short u sound and silent t or a short e sound and pronounced t). 

i’ll start: usa/california/”funny”

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Do you guys have some sort of master list with links to your collab fics? :D




Thank you for your question! :D
Nooo, we don’t, but… purrhaps we should…

On AO3 under ‘Works’ for either me or Conduitstreetcat, most of what you find will be our collaborations, aka Faeriecat Productions. ;)
There are a few other lovely collaborative fics for each of us, as well as solo works by the talented @conduitstreetcat.

So delighted that you’re enjoying our work!

Ah, @wheresmybloodynauglamir, do not ask such things of the fickle Fae! This is a job for a coordinated Cat…

Masterlist of FaerieCat Mormor fics

All works are rated Explicit, because Sebastian is a horny bastard and Jim likes to take his pleasure when he pleases. We have found out early in our path that it’s best to give Jim what he wants.
No matter what we put them through, all works end with the boys happy and together. We love them too much for anything else.

A) The Symbiotic Criminal Psychopaths Series

It’s a year after Rooftop Hell, and Sebastian Moran has had enough of pining for his heartless bastard of a boss. He decides to get out there and live again.
But Jim Moriarty has other thoughts…

Jim comes back to a Seb who’s not too keen to get back to his sadistic boss. Deep psychology, sex, and abuse of crockery.
38619 words.

Further psychology and sex, fighting, fucking, feels.
Contains what someone described as the best whipping scene they’d ever read. Also contains a coke and tequila orgy that we wrote drunk.
52933 words.

Jim and Seb dive into their pasts, which contain a *lot* of demons. Heartwrenching.
82972 words.

A bar brawls gets out of hand and Sebastian gets injured, resulting in Jim panicking, and a visit of a rather aggravating nurse.
Contains two adorable little shits slowdancing.
51311 words.

Santa Muerte is a very special Lady, who manages to intrigue even our hardened heroes. 
Contains a beautiful dark faerie tale and the Day of Domination.
96960 words.

Seb’s past catches up with him and chaos and violence ensue. Jim sings the Anthem of the Soviet Union in Russian.
64353 words.

What do you get a dead psychopath for his birthday? It turns out that Jim is not the only diva. Finally they have the hardest talk of all - why did Jim disappear? And there’s a kitten!
95001 words so far.

B) Standalone works

In a move no one could have foreseen, TheGreenFaerie and Conduitstreetcat decided to write a Faerie story - with a cat.Jim Moriarty gets a visit from a special cat, and even his cold black heart is moved. Sebastian Moran is less pleased about the new housemate, until he sees the effect it has on Jim… but then Jim takes a turn for the even weirder.
84381 words.  Warning: Attempted rape

Sebastian is inexplicably suffering from total memory loss on the eve of an important meeting. Jim is not pleased. Sebastian wonders who the arrogant git is who is trying to boss him around, but Jim manages to remind him quite effectively.
Will they be able to work out what happened before a spectre from Jim’s past manages to destroy them both?
160907 words. Warning: Graphic depictions of violence (even for Mormor)

Jim Moriarty would never go camping in a million years… or so he thought!
Until his Tiger hatches a scheme to kill a group of criminals in their compound in the woods… which involves setting up camp in order to spring their surprise.
But first… Jim will have to survive the horrors of the great outdoors (insects in the air! fish in the water! drinking too much and having feelings!)
And Sebastian will have to survive an adorable psychopath long enough to drag out his feelings for a lovelorn sniper.
Hilarious, with intense feels.
90607 words.

Father James tries to be a good priest. He’s aware how lucky he is to have got a parish in London, and he does his best, though he struggles, and disturbing visions plague him more and more.
One night his quiet contemplation is disturbed with the arrival of an ex-soldier to his church. He tries to help this lost soul, but has he bitten off more than he can chew?
And - who is this Jim!?
249251 words.

In Sanguine Veritas
Vampire AU.
Sebastian Moran is an excellent hunter. He chooses his grounds carefully, selects his prey, and never misses.
When he meets the beautiful, sweet, innocent, fascinating Richard Brook, he moves in smoothly.
Jim Moriarty is a killer. Cold, mechanical, ruthless. He chooses his victim, makes his move, takes his life.
When he sees the tall blond fascinating soldier, he knows he must have him.What happens when two infallible hunters come up against each other?
262277 words. Warning: Rape

Arabian Nights AU,  filled with the finest silks dyed with saffron, jinn whispering in the night, scented oils in bath houses, magnificent carpets, long camel caravans through the desert, magnificent jewels, mysterious harems, and exotic Tigers…
Abu Hamdan Jim Ibn Jinni al-Moghyarti is a wealthy, successful merchant prince, travelling to the trade town of Havik to purchase the mythical Lahjan Carpet, the largest carpet ever made, during its Spring Equinox Market.
While there, walking past the Slave Wall, his eye is caught by the most exotic man he’s ever seen… a ferocious, headstrong Northman warrior.
20749 words so far, many more to come.

Sebastian Moran is Jim Moriarty’s bodyguard with benefits. Money, adventure, travel, sex - what more could an ex-soldier ask for?
… no really, what?
Starts off porny, then moves into Jealousy and Feels. And more porn.
52409 words.

While I was still thinking ‘hmm, when can I work on this list, oh hey, look at that shiny thing’, the list was already posted!

Coordinated Cat, indeed!! <3

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Do you guys have some sort of master list with links to your collab fics? :D


Thank you for your question! :D

Nooo, we don’t, but… purrhaps we should…

On AO3 under ‘Works’ for either me or Conduitstreetcat, most of what you find will be our collaborations, aka Faeriecat Productions. ;)
There are a few other lovely collaborative fics for each of us, as well as solo works by the talented @conduitstreetcat.

So delighted that you’re enjoying our work!

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Chapter 21: Viva Las Vegas

Heh - alright, if you can live with my colourful past if we agree it was just gaining stamina for this… I grin.

“It’s the most intense experience I’ve ever had in my life, I can say that hands down. And well - I haven’t been lacking for intense experiences, and I don’t specifically mean the sexy kind - the Regiment is a thrill seeker’s wet dream. Unfortunately many of the thrills involve a lot of hardship as well, but you can’t have everything.

But - yes! Hot Vegas night! I’m afraid we seem to have got slightly dirty again - maybe another quick shower without incapacitating your Tiger?”

Read it on AO3!

Gods… did I fall this far behind in posting chapters? This story finished last decade, and we started two more since then. ;)

The Procrastinatrix strikes again…

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happy friday the 13th yall

@greenfaeriefeverdream Keith in London!


Check out the beloved faeriecat from Dark Fool. Now apparently loose in London! (We love you, Keith!)

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Victorian Bushfire Appeal WIRES-Emergency Fund for Wildlife Pics That Sum Up The Hell On Earth That Is Taking Place In Australia.

Help Thirsty Koalas Devastated by Recent Fires :

Mogo Zoo Fire Recovery

WIRES-Emergency Fund for Wildlife

Victorian Bushfire Appeal

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Chapter 17: Think That Was Your Punishment?

Jim toys with a declaration of war… what exactly did Tiger do??

Check out AO3 to find out…

God, that mix of incredulity, outrage and lust on Jim’s face was priceless, and more than worth a knife to the throat… no, even better for it. As the broad side of the blade pressed against his neck, there was another insane rush of adrenaline. The addict in Sebastian was tripping out on it madly.

Jim’s eyes glowed with the same kind of drunken crazy that likely burned in his own, as they were locked in a breathless moment of who would blink first. Feeling a slow, slow rotation of the steel towards its edge, Sebastian jerked his neck back from the blade, wrenched it from Jim’s hand and flung it away, but not before it had nicked his arm. Too late he realised his quick look to assess the minor damage was a mistake, as the right side of his vision exploded into stars. With blood dripping down his face and the sudden taste of it in his mouth, he finally snapped.

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NEVER take candy, gum or water from Uber drivers. This is exactly why.



Can’t even take a Uber to your destination with someone trynna do some slick shit

Damn..please reblogg

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