#aerin edits

[the-unconquered-queen]

The cast of Blades of Light and Shadow and their Perfect Match types

Ever since I did my Blades/Elementalists attunement crossover to mark the anniversary of the Blades series, I’ve known I wanted to do something like this to mark the wide release of book three, and I love me some Perfect Match and the types system, so what better way than by incorporating that into a piece?

So the match types you see here are based on what we’ve seen of these characters up to book two, so any character evolution they may undergo in book three is not accounted for. You might also notice that, when deciding each character’s type, I went off of the core four traits instead of the match name or description, unless I needed a tiebreaker.

Finally, MC’s type is pretty subjective, as I’m sure everyone has a different idea of what their MCs are like, so for the sake of this edit set, Raine’s type is based on which traits she displays most in canon.

So, are you swiping right?

[zhoras-bitch]

Blades, but it's just ✨ women ✨

[outofangband]

This painting by Harald Slott-Möller, “Evening with two women having a conversation” has always reminded me of Morwen and Aerin. I wanted to make a board based around it and them because I love them

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[thepwhlrookie]

I finally finished it after 3 months! I hope you guys like it!

had to post this on YouTube because the file was too big. feel free to repost this edit/share it on Instagram, Twitter, or Tiktok, I don’t have a hockey account on any of those platforms so as long as you credit my tumblr it’s totally fine by me!

let me know how you feel about it! I love to hear from you guys, it’s so encouraging.

[vivalgi]

[bedtimegiraffe]

Crossover Time!

Enjoy all the BOLAS love interests in the world of The Cursed Heart! With a bonus elf MC to round out the numbers (which feels like cheating, because I just 100% took an outfit from fem Kieran).

I have trouble getting an exact vibe on the two Courts. Sun is more rigid courtly expectations (be polite over honest) and Moon is the land of misfits? Sun is warm and loving while Moon is brooding and dark? They kind of map onto Light and Shadow, but not really?

Anyway, I sorted them based on the bathhouse scene, whether they folder their clothes nicely or just threw them off <3 (Aerin and Valax aren't in that scene, but I think they'd both be clothes folding people).

I'm happier with some than others (of course), but I am done with this little project and figured I'd share! And I learned quite a bit. (How to liquify! Use layered outfits to hide your sins!)

(I wanted Mal to show some ab, curse the way he's twisting his torso! And I like to think Valax would immediately protest having a flower in her hair, then eventually become adorably fond of it.)

[niaerinisms]

12 from the micro-prompt thingy! (would definitely not mind if it ends up being a nia/aerin altar scene 👀)

This ask has been rotating in my mind for the past few days…. Finally finished though it ended up longer than I intended…

Prompt: Candles

Summary: Empires and gardens grow, nourished by the bones and blood of those laid to rest. Nothing can be born if something else does not die in its place. Aerin lays Nia’s body on the altar and he knows what must be sacrificed; is she Aerin’s to sacrifice? (Has that mattered before in the name of Empire?)

Or; Raptus: to be seized

WC: 1064 | Rating: M | Fandom: Blades of Light and Shadow | Content warning: Kidnapping, referenced non-consensual possession, mild sexual imagery surrounding possession, implied canon-typical grooming

The Dreadlord spoke to Aerin. Except, he didn’t truly; he didn’t ‘speak’ per se, not in the way the word was traditionally used, but rather… He had this sort of presence; dark and foreboding, distinct yet nebulous, powerful, and so intense. Rather than hearing him, it was more so that Aerin could feel him, and this was an experience unimaginable to those who have never felt it themselves and indescribable by those who have...

It had terrified Aerin when he was a child; now it was almost comforting.

The presence was so much stronger than Aerin had known it for a long time, a heavy weight, as he spoke to him, guided him on how to prepare the vessel (-Nia Ellarious, his mind supplied, a priestess of the Light, a member of Kore’s party, a gentle, pure-hearted woman who smiled at Aerin and told him his dream was beautiful-) for the taking.

The chamber was dim and gloomy, so different from the Temple; yet the act was the same; a sacrifice. Theirs would have continued the old regime, allowing Baldur to ascend; through Aerin, Whitetower could be ushered into a new age, a better age. They didn’t see it now but they would.

A Light-user would have been able to light candles in a manner of seconds; Aerin, however, lit them one by one.

For the believers of the Light, the act of lighting candles was considered almost sacred; thought to be the closest one could come to reaching the Light when not chosen themselves.

Aerin had no such notions when doing so.

The Temple’s residents, the Light’s Chosen, tended to use their own Light, some even believing it sacrilegious to do otherwise. The Light graces you with power; so that you may be a conduit through which It can grace the world.

Aerin’s mother used to light candles in her chambers; Aerin was born irreverent. The Light hadn’t chosen either of them; but Aurinae chose the Light and surely resides in Elhalas. Aerin, on the other hand, was set in his fate of shadow and darkness, surely to be thrown into the lowest levels of Hell.

The night she died though… Aerin sat surrounded by lit candles till morning had broke.

When he was done, Aerin turned back, eyes resting on Nia’s sweet face–the vessel's face illuminated with warm amber, the only source of life in the dark, cold chamber. Aerin had positioned her head on the slab of stone; yet it lolled sideways, exposing her neck. Her robes spread across the altar where she lay, almost giving the illusion she lay on rose silk bedding (the first of a bride; the last of a corpse).

Aerin had encountered very few records of dubious legitimacy surrounding possession, of forces of great power exerting their presence onto another being, inserting their presence into their body and laying claim, making it their own. It wasn’t until the Dreadlord had told him about it that Aerin even considered the concept.

A vessel, and this is what the Dreadlord told him in that voice that no one else knew to hear, must be prepared for the taking. Such an act could be considered near sacred, with roots believed to be extended to the time of the Old Gods…

Sacredness held little meaning to Aerin; still he followed the Dreadlord’s instructions on how to prepare the vessel. He was used to tending the various plants of the palace garden; tending the Dreadlord’s vessel wasn’t so different he told himself (or did the Dreadlord tell him… at times like these, he had trouble distinguishing between).

Traversing through the Shadow Realm’s terrain had left dark stains on her face, and with gentle hands, he dipped the cloth into the vessel of water and wiped her face and hands. He then reached for a bottle from his bag, the flowers tended and later crushed by his own hands, mixed into a sweet-smelling perfume, and now sprinkled it over the vessel’s body (-pushing down the feeling of unease and shame-).

The vessel did not stir (-he must have knocked her out cold-)… Nor did she when he took out the amulet the Dreadlord had requested, brought in by one of the members of the Shadow Court. For a moment, Aerin’s thumb outlined the symbol engraved, and through the Dreadlord he knew it was from a time long gone, of a language unfamiliar…

He slipped it over her neck.

(It all rather reminded him of his mother’s burial rites…)

The hands act as conduits of the power that resides within us, or so the Temple would preach. This was what the Dreadlord told him now and this was the thought that settled in Aerin’s mind as he took out a dagger, and with steeled breath, cut across the vessel’s palms. He stilled as deep crimson pooled and dripped onto her robes, staining the silk (-was this truly necessary, my Lord-)

When his mother had died, High Priest Solerne had personally attended to her body, reciting words from scriptures Aerin had never dared to touch (-because he was impure-)(because he was greater than the Temple, than the Light, look at the power he holds). As such, Aerin was at a loss for what to say now as he kneeled beside the vessel (-Nia Ellarious, one who served the Light, one chosen by the Light, one devout to the Light-).

(This… This was what was right… Aerin was doing what was right…)

With trembling hands (his hands never trembled when tending to the garden; they had when he kissed his mother’s cheek in goodbye), he cupped her cheek one last time. (This… This was…)

Suddenly, the Nerada stone in his chest flared, the pain bleeding through his veins, burning through him, and drawing out a sharp gasp of agony, killing any words attempting past his tongue.

Aerin clenched his teeth, attempting to stabilise himself against the excruciating ringing in his ears, product of his pain, grip on the vessel tightening momentarily, shadow bleeding through as copper erupted on his lip, and tasted on the teeth that worried on it. Bones clicked as his body was wracked with gasps, until they slowly but surely died.

When he finally returned to his senses, he glimpsed one last time at the vessel. Perhaps it was a trick of the eye, but Aerin could have sworn her skin turned several shades paler (-like a corpse, robbed of life, robbed of Light, soon to be robbed-)

Any words had long died, only leaving behind conviction.

It was time.

[storyofmychoices]

Since F!Elf is currently winning my who should be my OC to pair with Aerin, I thought I'd make some Elf possibilities.

Elf 1:

identifies as female

she/her

possible name: Nyssa (meaning "to test" and "beginning")

Elf 2:

identifies as nonbinary (I know female is winning but as I said, I might not go with the poll anywayyy... and look at them!!!)

they/them

possible name: Nyx (meaning "night") after the Greek personification of night. I like the idea that the night isn't really dark, there's always light and hope, you just have to be patient and let your eyes adjust to a different perspective

I'm really kind of in love with both of them right now... I mean, Aerin who? Maybe these two just belong together? 🙈

[a-cloud-for-dreams]

I saw a TikTok use this sound and I immediately thought of Aerin so…

[thedezzler]

BOLAS LI’s as irl/modern-day…

I would say this is a scrap to make me feel better about half of them being wonky but I worked hard on it so please be kind

Honestly by the time I knew how to make them not wonky I had already finished Aerin, Tyirl and Imtura

Tips and tricks are very welcomed, as long as you keep being kind!!

Apps used:

Picsart

ibisPaint

Hypic

Credit to @cassiopeiacorvus for the wonderful transparents which helped me a lot creating these!!

[the-unconquered-queen]

The consequences in question being getting to have him around for 39% of the book instead of 28% 🤩🤩🤩

[zhoras-bitch]

Blades of Light and Shadow, Book 2 || Aerin Valleros

[outofangband]

Another (mostly pre occupation) Aerin board because I love her

x x x x x x x x My various designs for the middle squares can be found here and here

some further thoughts (Note my description of the imagery is adding on from my previous board)

most of my Aerin posts tend towards the darker parts of her life so I wanted to make another pre Nirnaeth board for her. It's a longstanding headcanon of mine that she was both adventurous and gentle and loved animals and the outdoors, especially horses. The isolation and confinement, being unable to ride and explore and just be outside was one of the worst aspects of her captivity. the restless energy it caused was obviously not the entire reason for her defiance in aiding Morwen (the primary reason of course being love, courage and loyalty) but it certainly galvanized her 

[jocelynwus]

ok wait fuck it aerinmc edit soon

[nostofeld]

BOLAS canon divergence AU: What if Aerin was romanceable in the first Blades of Light and Shadow book?

SPOILERS FOR ENDGAME UNDER THE CUT.

[simsimulation]

so I made my very first occult sims ever & it’s mostly cause i never play with any occult sims, but i love these ones so much that i might change my mind