#The Open Flames

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SUBMITTED FOR YOUR APPROVAL #2

Introducing... Submitted For Your Approval #2. This playlist features new, independent, and underground music personally submitted to us by the musicians themselves. Welcome to the start of your music discovery.

[notacluedo]

andrew as that one scene in twin peaks

[puppetmaster13u]

Because it is Mermay:

Originally did this art for one of @radiance1 prompts/story ideas, which also gives an idea of colors so.

[vexdraticc]

new cub skin

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

I am celebrating my BIRTHDAY and here is my WISHLIST!

5 dollars, i would like 5 dollars (paypal / kofi)

$2+ ko-fi subscribers! (to help me build monthly income, you are my bread my butter and my cheese)

$10+ = a lovely restaurant meal

$30 = one day’s rent

grinch x tony the tiger original fanart because it causes psychic distress and i thrive on that!

i would absolutely love if someone could find a photo of a featherless flamingo bc i've looked but all i could find was this photoshopped raptor chicken

[lavampira]

D'ALIA'S EMPYREUM SUITE

zalera — ingleside wing 1, room 83, 1st ward

[addrai]

I can't stop thinking about the Olympic Spirit and the Final Torchbearer from the opening ceremony

I desperately need them to kiss

[tkachukisms]

happy saturday caturday everyone. sadly this doesn't work because there isn't a cats game today but if you look into your soul there can be! | yeah these are all going to be max images now. I'm also unsure how we got here, yeah

[firestorm09890]

man I love Hod she's so much more deeply fucked up and unbearable than I thought

also sorry for discord screenshots but here are my thoughts immediately after reading all of Hod's announcer lines

man. explodes

[kosalus]

commission for @shallitickleyournerdbutton

[eyplaylist]

EXPAND YOUR PLAYLIST - JULY 2024 PLAYLIST - PART TWO

EXPAND YOUR PLAYLIST: JULY 2024 – PART TWOSpotify – Instagram – Facebook – Twitter – Threads12 Songs – 41min 14secGenres: Pop, Rock, Indie, Alt, Alternative, Indie Rock / Indie Pop, Folk YOUR LISTENING STATION FOR NEW MUSIC EXPLORATIONIn the 7th edition of the EYP Playlist for July 2024, we continue from the June playlist, featuring more Indie/Alt Pop & Rock tracks from bands and artists locally…

[turtleblogatlast]

“Haven’t You Noticed (I’m a Star)” from Steven Universe works so ridiculously well for Leo

[seashawnty]

The idea is manipulative vamp bakugo 🩸

[lieutenant-of-darkness]

Mairon in Valinor

Artwork by @drawulan, commissioned by me

[princessofmerchants]

Nesta rolled her eyes and the gesture was so normal that Cassian's smile became more genuine, edged now with relief.

You wear your heart for all to see, brother, Rhys said without turning Cassian's way.

Cassian only shrugged. He was past caring.

—ACOSF, ch. 37

[clockwork-ashes]

A Second Shadow

Summary: Lucien forces Eris to spend an entire day with him (one-shot). Read also on Ao3!

Note: Thank you to the lovely anon who requested this one-shot!!! It’s definitely one of the least angsty ones I’ve written :)) Also huge thank you to @avabrynne for bringing the term “velcro child” to my attention, i had never heard it before and i LOVE it <3

Eris closed his eyes, rubbing at them roughly with the heels of his palms. He made a low sound, breathless and tired, kicking off his boots so he could tumble onto his bed. The covers were soft, the mattress sinking under his weight. 

The meeting with the High Lord’s advisers had drained him. His parents’ absence to attend a ball in Montesere had left him with countless responsibilities and obligations. Adding onto his already long list of duties, his day had seemed eternal. 

To make matters worse, Lucien had ultimately decided that he would spend the whole day following after Eris. 

A second shadow. 

Eris had always considered Lucien to be a rather emotionally demanding child, but the Lady of Autumn had been more than happy to cater to his every wish. Some might have thought that the boy was spoiled, but his dimpled grin was hard for even Beron to ignore. 

At breakfast, Lucien had insisted that Eris sit next to him. While that spot was usually reserved for their mother, it was something that pleased the child and was easy to do. 

When Lucien had finished his lessons, he had tapped the door to Eris’s study until he had been let inside. He had climbed onto the armchair and looked at the various reports Eris had flipped though, obviously unable to understand staying there for hours. 

Eris had managed to escape for a moment to grab a snack from the kitchen, but Lucien had been all too eager to share. He’d placed a demanding little hand out, asking without using words for an apple slice with sprinkles of cinnamon. 

Even at the meeting, Lucien had refused to let go of Eris, clinging to his leg until he simply abandoned all efforts. The most feared prince in the Autumn Court had resorted to offering a tax proposal with a giggling child attached to him. 

“Fuck,” he mumbled, the word muffled by the pillows, remembering the horrified looks the aristocrats had cast him. He could hardly remember the last time he’d gotten a good night’s sleep, exhaustion creeping over his bones. It had him feeling ancient and heavy, so he vowed to deal with the problems that might arise from his moment of weakness when he could keep his eyes open. 

Eris was still fully dressed, but he couldn’t be bothered to care. The laces at his throat were tight and his collar cut into the skin of his neck uncomfortably. He stayed laying there, sprawled inelegantly, despite knowing he would most likely regret wrinkling the expensive fabric of his jacket in the morning. 

Embers crackled in the fireplace, the rhythm almost like a lullaby. Eris found it comforting, how the Forest House was never silent. He could hardly bear it when everything was quiet, much preferring when soft sounds lingered. 

He had left one of his windows open, and a cool breeze danced into his chambers. He felt its familiar chill, the gentlest of kisses. 

Sleep came quickly, and in the space of a few breaths, Eris knew he was in between worlds. Reality and dreams twisted together, just until the darkness could claim him completely. 

Hinges creaking and graceless footsteps barely registered, even as Eris belatedly realised he’d forgotten to lock his doors. 

“Eris?” His name was whispered, the question soft. There was a small pause as his younger brother waited. 

In response, the High Lord’s heir pulled a pillow over his face. Small hands grabbed onto his arm, fingers tight, not willing to let go. 

“Eris,” Lucien said once again. “I think there’s a monster under my bed.” 

With an annoyed huff, Eris replied. “There isn’t.” 

“There is,” Lucien clipped, slight frustration leaking into his tone. “Can you come?” 

“I cannot,” Eris mumbled, hugging the pillow and tucking it under his chin. He opened his eyes only to raise a brow at his brother. Lucien was dressed in cotton sleeping clothes, his hair a tangled mess of auburn curls. His two front teeth were missing, and there was something about it that Eris found endlessly amusing. “Trust me, nothing can get in and out of this house without father knowing.”  

“I think it’s the naga,” Lucien continued, nodding once as if to confirm his own suspicions. He looked absolutely certain. 

Eris couldn’t help but allow his lips to quirk up at the corners. “Definitely not, they like to torment villages in Spring.” He wondered who might have told him about the dreadful creatures. 

Lucien was still holding onto his arm, fingers gripping onto his sleeve. He tugged once. “Please, Eris. I won’t be able to sleep if you don’t check.” 

With a sigh, Eris shifted on his bed. There was something about the trusting look on Lucien’s face that made his chest ache. “How about you stay here for now, and I’ll look when the sun is up.” 

Lucien did not need to be told twice. He grinned openly, dimples appearing and a flash of gold sparking to life in his russet eyes. He crawled under the covers hastily, tucking himself close to his eldest brother’s side. “Thanks, ‘Ris,” he murmured, yawning as he pressed his face against the pillows. 

When Eris was completely certain that Lucien had fallen asleep, soft snores falling from the boy’s parted lips, he placed a gentle kiss on the crown of his little brother’s head. 

“Good night, Lucien.” He said into the silence, not really minding that they had spent the whole day together. Flames crackled in the hearth, and Eris drifted off to a dreamless sleep moments after he shut his tired eyes.