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Hellooo Pookie do you have any WIPs https://ih1.redbubble.net/image.925298497.5443/flat,750x,075,f-pad,750x1000,f8f8f8.jpg (image cuz I'm anon 🧍)
hello my chicken nugget❣️the only wip i have that isn’t eiteio and is like actually in progress and not just quietly incubating in my brain is modern!azris at a music festival, but it’s lowkey in purgatory until i can make myself not hate it. (i was going to post it for the azris week free day and literally could not make myself finish it.) also one of azriel in the cuck chair talking another fae through fucking eris until his restraint snaps that i have lovingly temp named cuckriel. but that one has like nothing written so … here’s a lil festi!azris below the cut<3
The crowd is swallowing him whole, an endless miasma of willow-branch limbs and grinning, starry-eyed faces. The air is clogged both with the dust displaced under so many feet and the crunch of noise rattling into the stuff of his bones. So burdened, it chokes each breath he forces in, then stutters out. His skin is too-tight over his flesh, trapping his heartbeat, pushing on it until he can feel its fluttery pulse in his throat, his fingertips, his belly.
Eris, having been staring at the technicolor stage without seeing much of anything at all for some time now, abruptly turns away. He shoves out towards the nearest edge of the dancers without so much as a word called to those who dragged him to this wretched hippie hellscape. They pressed the crystal-filled capsule into his palm like he should already know what it was or what to do with it, and he could not bring himself to admit that he did not. He cannot now admit to not being able to handle whatever it is going to do to him.
But it is harder to hide that certainty from himself.
Even where the bodies become sparse and the air begins to clear, this dread in his chest remains heavy. Worse yet, it is no longer content to stay contained. Thorny tendrils of it crawl up his throat, no matter how he tries to swallow them down. They weave around his veins and constrict him from the inside, pin-prick gouges into each rush of his blood.
His heart is going to burst out of his chest. He can feel it trying—succeeding. It is going to stop, here, surrounded by these filthy, obscenely dressed children, suffocated by the truest perversity of music as an art form: electronic dance music.
What is left of his reputation will be ruined the moment his body is found. He will be yet another stain on the Vanserra name, known to the tabloids forevermore as the petulant heir found overdosed at a music festival and to his father as an even more bitter disappointment than he has been over the course of his life. Even posthumously, he will be able to outdo himself one final time. It would be better, he thinks, to go back into the crowd before this happens, let himself be trampled to nothing underfoot so that, at the very least, he is unrecognizable when the medics pu—
Someone sprays water into his face. Someone has the audacity to spray water into his face. As if he is some sort of misbehaving dog.
Eris claws towards awareness enough to look over at the mass of a man standing beside him, large and imposing, currently tucking a small spray bottle into the side pocket of his backpack.
“What the fuck?” Eris demands.
The guy frowns slightly, then shrugs. “Helps,” he says, unhelpfully, and adds nothing more.
Eris stares at him. “Helps—what?”
From beneath the fabric he has draped as though a hood over his head, the man only watches Eris, seemingly in wait for something.
Eris is about to ask if the drugs he’s obviously on have damaged his brain when a rare breeze flutters through and settles the mist into his skin. In a thousand small, separate dots, it cools. Each one travels down beneath his skin, into muscle, into bone, unwinding at the tightness throughout his body. Even his heart rate is no longer a startling thing.
The beat of it feels only like being alive.
“Oh,” Eris sighs, rolling onto the balls of his feet and bouncing on them. He settles and says, “Yes. That did help.”
The man nods, then turns back to the stage. As he does, the lights spearing through the night sky in bursts and beams catch on the planes of his face—all different colors, painting him fleetingly but richly, saturating him through.
Green and yellow. Red and blue, then purple. Orange. Green and yellow again.
Like looking through a kaleidoscope.
“Eris,” he says suddenly, hearing a smile in his words. He hears the music more for what it is now, too, and that brings him back to bouncing on the balls of his feet. “My name’s Eris. What’s your name?”
The man looks to him as if startled to find him still there, which strikes Eris as particularly funny. He says something, but with the music between them, Eris cannot quite make it out.
Eris moves closer so that he can hear better. With this proximity, he must tilt his head back to see the kaleidoscope-face properly.
“Azriel,” the man repeats. His lips are full and blue around the shape of his name, then red when they tip up into a smile, like he finds Eris amusing.
Distantly, far in the back of his mind, Eris thinks he should find this irritating, to be a source of amusement for someone who attends this sort of event — but he smiles in return, enjoying the stretch of his own mouth across his face. He smiles even brighter into that feeling.
“Cool name,” he says. A warmth is suffusing his body, and tingles have begun running from his scalp to his spine as the air takes to flirting with his skin. “This is my first time at something like this.”
“Y’don’t say,” the man—Azriel—responds.
Eris only halfway hears this beneath the waves of sound rolling through him from the stage, beneath the distraction of two glowing girls nearby. Their hands are dancing between them. A flash of color, then another.
It takes Eris a moment to make sense of it: bracelets, beaded and every-hued, being traded between them.
He looks down at his own wrists, which are bare. All of him, in fact, seems rather drab compared to the bright world around him. He remembers that he had been offered a bracelet earlier in the weekend, but he had turned it down, thought it garish. He cannot imagine how he thought that, now. There is a story within their colors, a string of tiny planets to form a whole universe—and if he got a red one, it would match his hair.
The girls look kind, and their skin sparkles under the lights besides. He thinks they would be kind enough to give him a bracelet if he asked.
“Do you want one?”
At once, his focus is pulled into the voice at his side, which is richer than he remembers it being when he heard it last. The sort of voice that pebbles at the skin in the hearing; the sort of voice that feels like a lover running a finger down the spine as they pass by in a crowded room, beckoning you along, bidding you to follow.
“What?” Eris asks.
The man—Azriel—tips his chin in gesture to his side. Eris follows this from the sculpt of his upper arm down to the tattoos peeking out from the sleeve at his elbow down to the bulge of veins webbing along his wrist, where he eventually alights upon a trove of bracelets he had not noticed before.
Eris gasps. He bounces back up to Azriel, not having noticed how he had begun gravitating towards the girls he was watching, and leans in close as the other man holds his arms up between them.
“Do you— Well, I really wanted a red one. For my hair. Do you have a red one?” No, Eris thinks, Azriel is being so kind in offering at all; he doesn’t need to be picky. “Actually, it’s alright if you don’t.”
“I do.”
Eris spots it then. In the same moment, a rogue strobe light flashes between them. It draws his attention lower, and—
“Woah. What happened to your hands?”
Azriel makes to move them away, but he doesn’t get very far, and Eris does not notice that he tried to besides. He is already cupping them both in his own, running the pads of his fingers along the rippled texture, which shines brightly where he turns them into the painted light—a mosaic on his skin.
“They look so cool,” Eris says. “Seriously, I wish my hands looked like this.” He tips his head back to smile up at Azriel, who he finds looking very intently down at him. His smile wanes, just slightly. “Oh, fuck. That was fucked up of me to say. I don’t know why I said that.” He blinks, realizing for the first time that he has well and truly succumbed to whatever it was that he took. “It, uh— I wouldn’t have said that if—”
“It’s alright,” Azriel says.
“No, I—”
“Really. People usually pretend they don’t notice. It’s cool, you thinking they look cool.”
Eris does not just smile now. He grins, one with the other starry-eyed faces constellated around him—one with the proper joy on the mouth his attention has been captivated by. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Azriel lifts his wrist between their tangled eyeline. “Want your kandi now?”
“Mhm,” Eris sounds, nodding—or otherwise just bouncing again. “Will you teach me the,” and here, he wiggles his fingers, distracted momentarily by the wind dancing in their crooks, “the, ah, handshake, too?”
Azriel holds up two fingers, and Eris presses the tips of his to them. “Peace.”
Azriel makes half of a heart with his hand, and Eris completes it with his own. “Love.”
Azriel holds his hand out flat, and Eris presses his palm against it. “Unity.”
Azriel intertwines their fingers, and Eris feels this down to his toes. “Respect.”
Across the bridge of them, Azriel rolls a red, beaded bracelet from his own wrist to Eris’s. There is a cherry charm dangling from it, as well as white, bold-lettered beads. It takes Eris a moment, what with the dark of the night and the slight fluttering of his eyes, but he eventually makes out: FEST VIRGIN
Eris laughs then, like he cannot ever recall laughing before. Free and without reservation. When he rights his head again, he notices that Azriel has gone starry-eyed, too.
#ask#sabrina writes#acotar#azris#eris vanserra#azriel#idk what it is about modern verse#it always feels like my characterization is Wrong#which is ridiculous because eris is liiiiiiterally on molly#so like#trauma gone head empty pretty lights Only#and azriel is on acid#prolly like a double dipped tab too#but idk#smth abt it wasn’t working#gives u forehead kiss#thank u for the ask🥰
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Why Do You Have So Many Fire Extinguishers
#c22f3a | #57434b | #f8f8f8 | #c2a288 | #896654
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i knownthat you sent this adora cause you confessed but kill yourself <3
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if i had to see it, so do you 🫵
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My baby boy !💖 Jesus MC gave birth to a giant sweetheart we as people need to protect that boy ! -sarah
He is ! He does have a temper and does hurt people but hey... He's a sweetheart and he will protect his loved ones. <3
I LOVE EMIL SM, i can't wait to give him trauma :3
#pearl.txt#pearl.ask#woesoftheirwretched#wretched ; emil#my son#w.sarah#w. emil & mc#wretched ; emily(emil)
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Chapter 3 to The Horse And The Infant is out!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/63889075
On top of that, the Saiouma baby has an official design and name! It's below the cut since it's a spoiler to the newest chapter!
By no means will I claim to be an artist, but I did pretty good here!
My reference was Kaede's baby photo and a clown doll I googled.
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I feel like I’ve seen somewhere where Seb was saying he liked 80s and 70s music. What if he was with a driver!reader who’s like a total rocker. Like she loves it and she’s just like covered in tattoos and piercings and seb just always looks at her like-
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this is actually such a good concept because as someone who is tatted and pierced up.. i would love for seb to look at me like thatttt
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omg hi do you by any chance do this on real hardware? I assume this is done via photo editing software but I would love to replicate this palette on my SGB
Due to circumstances out of my control, I am unable to initiate conversation in the designated area for replies in the Tumblr user interface. All posts are screenshots of mGBA taken with ShareX. All three palettes have been edited to #f8f8f8, #5bcefa, #f5a9b8, and #000000, which can be replicated in the Game Boy section of the Settings menu. I do not own a Super Game Boy myself, but according to Slashinfty's Super Game Boy Palette Creator, it should be possible to use the code 6416-4613-1243 to get a similar palette. If this is not actually possible, please let me know. Thank you for your inquiry @hyrule-warriors!
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Let me make some introductions here I think we've missed Me8, meet Bon Iver Bon Iver, meet Me8
I don't know about you but I'm expanding 8 theory to include circles. Exibit A: https://genius.com/Bon-iver-8-circle-lyrics
Exibit B: https://pbs.twimg.com/media/GAYMZHpWoAAoYKi.jpg:large
Exibit C: https://ih1.redbubble.net/image.2998008591.6744/st,small,507x507-pad,600x600,f8f8f8.jpg
Why I Bet You Think About Me? Because: The numbers on the cake were 13 and 26. What's 2+6? 8! What's 1+3? Half 8. FULL CIRCLE!
And then there's also the song Me! I bet you think about me. I promise that you'll never find another like me. FULL CIRCLE!
*mic drop*

8 theory revival is going to be EPIC
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DJHFGD THE SEA PIG IS SO CUTE?!? And of course, the blobfish is an icon, a legend, and it IS the moment 👌😩
asdfghjk And please tell me more about them!! They all seem so cute! :D (Tbh, I only really know about the blobfish from that one meme- https://ih1.redbubble.net/image.452304237.8122/flat,750x,075,f-pad,750x1000,f8f8f8.u5.jpg
Jackdaw Anon 🐦
HAGSD IM GLA DYOU LIKE THEM !!!!! ofc i can tell you all about them hehe <3
the pink meanie!!! i have a general post about jellyfish that covers basically everything (+ talks about a few more jellyfish, bonus!!) right here!!
2. sea pigs are adorable :(( they're sea cucumbers which means they're bottom feeders!! they'll break apart if they're brought too close to the ocean's surface though :((( crabs hitch rides on them sometimes too which is SO CUTE HELLO
3. sea slugs!! i have a post about them here!!
4. betta fish are carnivorous!! they eat insects and insect larvae :D also, they're greatly mistreated by the pet trade so please please please do tons of research before getting a betta fish as a pet. they require a lot fo mental stimulation and are very curious fish!! they need to explore!!! they need to LIVE!!!!
5. blobfish have been done so dirty by the internet. they have a very kissable snout you guys are just mean as hell. they actually dont look like that underwater!! the only reason they look all squashed on teh surface is because of the pressure difference. blobfish live really deep in the ocean (roughly 600 to 1200 meters or 2000 to 4000 ft. deep) and their bodies are very soft. they have weak bones and no swim bladder. they actually look like this!!
but yes, this poor guy has been memed to death ^^;
THANK YOU FOR ASKING <33333333 :D!!!!
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The way this entire can of coke fits exactly in this coke glass
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