#eris makes a minor appearance as well

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New Chapter of my fanfic out now on ao3!!!

[surielstea]

Guilty Pleasures

Based on this request.

Pairing: Azriel x Vanserra!Reader (fem)

Summary: Readers secret relationship with the Shadow Singer can’t be suppressed when Azriel finds himself in Readers room after a meeting with her brother, Eris.

Warnings: smut | pwp | minors dni | p in v | rough sex | mating press | controlled orgasm | creampie | praise/degradation | name calling | pure filth

3.4k words

The Forest House is crawling with night dwellers. That's what Eris had told me when he woke me up this morning, throwing a gown at me and telling me to get dressed before attending the meeting between Night and Autumn. Since my brother was the new high lord I could do little to argue with him, if he wanted me to participate I would be forced to do so. I was the farthest from the throne, and even less, a girl.

Though Eris seemed to look past the imbalance of power between us, even if it was blatantly obvious I had no choice but to do exactly as said.

I may not have not been the strongest fire wielder in my family, hel, Lucien practically started glowing whenever he conjured fire, but then again he's always been a little different from the rest of us. Without flame, I was dealt with the same cunning tongue as my father. It was a wicked trait to inherit, but also my best weapon. I could do more damage with my words than a sword because let's face it, internal wounds never really heal, and my father made sure he taught me that.

So I put on the deep green dress and tied the corset around my waist and bust tightly, keeping my retorts to myself about the style of the dress, wishing it wasn't so flashy. But this was a meeting with the Lord of Night he was flashy if anything, and so was the rest of his court. So I understand what Eris had been planning.

When I stepped into that meeting room I made sure I was making an entrance. Whatever discussions that had been ongoing before I walked in ceased. As his courtier, I was familiar with the members of Rhysand's court, specifically the two Illyrians flanking his left side. I flash the blue-siphoned male a sinister smile, reveling in the way his eyes drank me in, trekking down me from head to toe with an incomprehensible amount of lust, the kind that's guaranteed to have dropped panties before.

When his eyes return to mine I playfully look away with a smirk, making it clear that I'd caught him in the act. I take my place next to Eris at the other end of the table, his side comparably smaller in group size, void of friends and family like the High Lord of Night. But Eris did what he had to in order to survive, even if that meant pushing everyone else away— well, everyone but me. Because even with sheer determination, he wasn't able to get rid of me, who has been clinging so tightly to him since I was a child.

The meeting had already begun by the time I walked in so I didn't waste my time trying to catch up. I was only there to make an appearance, Eris had claimed it puts people at ease when they see a familiar face, invoking a more positive response. That was all I managed to pick up when he was explaining his schemes, I knew they'd stay true to our alliance. They needed us, we had one of the strongest armies, and even if they were guaranteed a win they didn't need to add bodies to the death toll.

The Shadow Singer's eyes tracked my every movement, he stared as I played with the ends of my hair, and practically started drooling when I flicked my eyes up to look at him every now and then. Gods he was so obvious, and they called him a spymaster?

I smirked down at my lap at the idea, picking at my nails to distract myself but it did little to help when I could practically feel his need for me from across the room.

The meeting went on for what felt like hours. I thought it'd be fairly straightforward when Eris explained it to me yesterday, I guess I underestimated the dramatics of the Night Court's strongest. Not to say it wasn't entertaining, but I found myself nearly laughing at some of the remarks made throughout the meeting.

Eventually, it was brought to an end. Rhysand had inevitably agreed to continue the alliance, just as Eris had suspected, and soon everyone was filing out of the meeting room.

I had beelined straight back towards my bedroom, aching to rip myself free from my revealing dress, in need to slip back beneath my sheets and go back to bed.

But as soon as I entered my room, I noticed there was someone's presence already occupying it. I was startled, staring at the Shadow Singer as he gazed at all the trinkets lined on my shelves. Most of them were souvenirs Lucien had collected for me during his travels across the continent. I was always jealous of him for that. While he was out exploring the world, I was still here, stuck in the same house I was born in.

"What are you doing?" I immediately question and Azriel whirls around, facing me with pure stoicism.

"Got lost," He shrugged.

"This is my room," I say with stern brows. He looked around the space, at the books on the shelves, the messy papers on my desk, and my unmade bed that was calling my name.

"Is it?" His eyes returned to mine and he took a bold step forward.

"Yes, if you need me to call a maid to escort you back to your room I'd be happy to oblige," I offered him a kind smile but he only continued with his strides, another pace, slowly closing the distance.

"That's kind of you," He takes one more step and suddenly I have to crane my neck up to look at him, my chest nearly pressed to his. "But I don't think that's necessary," He leaned against the door, closing it to peering eyes. At the newfound privacy, my smile widens and I practically tackle him to the ground, my arms sling around the nape of his neck as his lips crash onto mine.

I melted into the kiss and I swore for a moment he was holding up most of my weight. His hand comes to the back of my head, pulling slightly at my air and forcing me to back away.

"Gods, I missed you," He confesses through a breath. I beam, rising onto my toes and pecking him, pulling away as quickly as I came.

"I missed you too, Az," I murmur, pulling him so much closer. He stumbled forward and my back came into contact with the door, trapped between him with no exit. I couldn't find it in myself to complain.

His lips find mine again, like magnets pulling us together we slot into each other perfectly, filling every crevice and meeting every rendezvous of his touch. I reacted to his kiss in such a way that the first time our lips collided I thought I had lost my mind. It made me feel powerful and made me feel I was capable of so much more.

"It's been too long," I murmur as his hands trail down my sides, putting pressure on my waist, brushing along my hips, then curving along the side of my ass before reaching my thighs and hoisting me up.

"I know love, I know," He sighed onto my lips. I open my mouth wider, inviting his tongue as I wrap my legs around his torso while he holds me up.

His tongue dances with mine, like the last two warriors left on a battlefield, needy and restrained, torturous and passionate.

"I need you," I confess into his mouth and he grunts lowly at the words. "That meeting was cruel," I mumble while he begins to kiss down my neck.

"I know," He repeats, his voice desperate and raw. "The whole time I've been here I've only wanted to rip your dress off and fuck you on the floor," He admits and the apex of my thighs thrums with a chant of need.

"Then what are you waiting for?" I retort with a foxlike smirk. He pushes off the door, and rather than the floor he carries me over to my bed.

I grin against his lips in anticipation as he begins untying the back of my dress, the corset loosening and allowing me to breathe fully.

He pulls me free from it entirely, tearing my dress off and discarding it to the floor before he mounts over my mostly nude body. He lays me down, his lips coming to mind in a moment of need. I begin unbuckling his pants, tugging at them with needy movements. He helped, taking off his shirt for me while kicking off his pants.

His hands roam my body, over the curve of my breasts, past my waist, then finally to my hips where he found the waistband to my pink undies, toying with the lace.

"You wear these just for me?" He purrs into my mouth and I nod, capturing his lips with mine yet again. He pulls the lace down my thighs, allowing the cool air to hit my soaked cunt. I gasped as two of his fingers immediately delved through my folds, drenching his hand.

"Gods, you're soaked baby," He admires and I flash an embarrassed smile. He smirks at the reaction, pressing his dripping fingers to my clit with rough circles. My breath hitched before I let out a string of moans, pawing at the imprint in his boxers with an unquenchable need.

"Please," I beg.

"I have to stretch you out first," He tuts and I whine in protest. "I know, but it'll hurt otherwise be patient," He explains. Tears well in my eyes as I look up at him with a dramatic pout.

"I want it to hurt," I confess. "Make it hurt, I swear I'll be good." My pleads are met with a stern look from him. I palm him, my hand wrapping around the tent in his boxers, gripping him slightly and he grits his teeth at the feeling.

"I'm not stopping when you tell me it hurts," He threatens and I nod in agreement, my hunger becoming too strong to ignore as I pull down his boxers and his heavy cock slaps up against his abdomen.

My mouth waters at the sight, my pussy thrumming against his hand with anticipation.

He swipes his length through my folds and I revel in the feeling of his warm length running through my cunt, the ridges of his thick member adding friction to my sopping folds as I continue to lube him up.

"You sure?" He says, looking at me pointedly and I nod. "Be a good girl and use your words." He prompts and I swallow thickly.

"Yes, Az," I plead. "I want you," I add and before I know it he's aligning his tip and pushing the head of him inside of me.

I gasped, clawing at his tan back, drawing blood with my nails but he didn't seem to mind the marks I made as he pressed into me.

When Azriel fucked, he fucked good and hard. He didn't relent his pace and he only sped it up. He knew I was teasing him in my dress earlier, how tortuous it was to have me in the same room as him yet he couldn't have me, not how he wanted to have me. Not like this.

He made each of his movements rough and pleasurable. He snapped his hips into mine, my base meeting his as he began to roll his hips into me. "There Az, right there," I cry out as he finds a sensitive bundle of nerves nestled deep inside of me that only he could reach with his impressively long cock that he's molded me to, so it's only him I can seek pleasure with.

"Yeah? Be a good girl and open wider for me," He says and I do just that, spreading my legs as far as I can, allowing him to his me deeper as his balls slap against my ass. "Atta girl, taking me so well," He hummed and I smiled hazily up at him. It didn't hurt, or maybe it did and the pain hadn't settled in over the adrenaline— but all I felt was pleasure, I was too wet for there to be any discomfort.

"You feel so perfect wrapped around my cock baby," He admires, looking down and watching the way he disappeared inside my entrance. "Fuck, you're so tight," He grunts, bringing his scared hand down and pressing it to my stomach. I mewled at the feeling of him rubbing harder against my walls, clamping down around his base and making it harder for him to drive into me.

"You feel that? Feel how deep I'm in your pretty pussy?" He smirks and I nod with a whimper leaving my lips. He continues his brutal pace, pushing me up onto the bed with the force that he was fucking me with.

He grabs the back of my thighs and pulls my legs up, putting me into a mating press.

I wailed at the new position, practically feeling him thrust into my womb. "So good," I murmur and he only smirks.

"Yeah? You like it when I'm using you like this?" He asks and I flutter my lashes up at him, tears dripping down the sides of my face.

"Yes, love it when you use me Az," I confess and he twitches at the words. "All yours," I sigh out.

"That's right," He leans down to press a kiss at the corner of my jaw. "My perfect little slut," He purrs at the shell of my ear and I gasp, my orgasm nearing rapidly. "You like when I call you a slut don't you? Dirty girl," Azriel rolls his hips over mine as he speaks, creating a loss of words to form on the tip of my tongue, being replaced by moans and screams instead.

I pulse against his cock, my puffy pussy twitching around his base as he continues his vile movements.

"I'm gonna— Az, m'close," I warn and he kisses me with a smile, toying with me, seeing how long I can hold myself back from sweet release.

"Not yet baby, want you to cum with me," He directs and a whimper falls from my lips in defiance, the pain beginning to set in as I drag out my climax, forcing it away per his demand. I squeeze around his tighter, attempting to spur him on to find his release quicker.

"Az— s'too much, it hurts," I cry out and he smirks against my skin, nipping at the side of my neck before lifting up to meet my teary gaze with his lustful one.

"Poor girl, you said that's what you wanted." He kissed up the side of my face, licking away my salty tears. "Keep to your promise and I'll let you cum soon, alright?" He offers and I rapidly nod. "Good."

He presses me into the mattress, my thighs still at my sides as he folds me in half and forces his the head of his cock into my cervix. I gripe at the feeling, writing beneath him but fighting off my impending orgasm nevertheless. Moans spilled from my swollen lips and he basked in them, in all the noises I made as his cock pushed deeper into my cunt.

He twitches and I thank the gods, the signal meaning he was close and my torture would end soon.

"My perfect little slut, so good for me," He croons, his words ghosting over my lips but not quite attaching them, loving the way I gasped out with moans into his mouth.

I clench tighter around him and he grunts, his jaw feathering as he grits his teeth.

"Go ahead, make a mess all over yourself." He allows and I immediately meet his request, my release dragging screams out of me. I don't even know when my hands got into his hair but I pull at it as my climax takes me full throttle and I fall beyond words to describe just how glorious the euphoric feeling is.

"That's it, keep milking my cock just like that," He groans in pure pleasure, his warm seed seeping into each and every one of my crevices as his thrusts slow and he attempts to pull out from my tight cunt that was still clenched around him, not wanting him to disappear quite yet.

But eventually, he removed himself from me and I was left panting on the bedspread, pulsing around nothing.

"Alright, let's get you cleaned up before I have to leave." He scoops me up into his arms and I whine, my brows bunching into a knot as he carries me into the connected bathing chambers.

"I don't want you to leave," I whine and he settles me down onto the cold bathroom counter.

"I don't want to leave either." He meets my gaze, looking down at me with soft eyes that contrast with his rough movements from only a moment ago. "But I have a mission passing through here next week," He said, grabbing a cloth from beneath the sink and wetting it with warm water. "Maybe we can meet at an inn and stay there for a few days," He plans and a small smile spreads across my face.

"I hope you know I'm not planning to leave that bed the entire time we're together," I hum and he smiles cheekily, his dimples making an appearance. I cup his jaw in my hands, admiring the panes of his face as he begins to wash the insides of my thighs.

"Sounds like a perfect plan to me," He flicked his eyes up to mine, away from my pink folds, still irritated from his harsh actions. I gasp slightly as he runs over my clit with the cloth, my legs jolting with overstimulation.

"Sorry, I was so rough," He uttered, continuing his gentle ministrations. I shake my head, not accepting his apology.

"Felt good," I tilt my head back as if reminiscing about five minutes ago. "I wish you could stay for another round." My fingertips dance down his chest. He looks at me sternly, catching my wrist before it can get too low and placing it on his broad shoulder.

"You know I won't be able to leave if I get back in that bed with you," He stated and I nodded, biting into my lower lip.

"Exactly," I say and he hoists me up into his arms, discarding the dirtied cloth into the hamper and placing me back down onto my bed.

"I'll see you next week, alright?" His shadows bring me a pair of clean panties and the softest nightgown from my wardrobe.

"Next week is too far away," I groan and flop back onto my bed while he hikes my undies up my thighs and snaps them against my hips with a satisfying sound.

"I think you'll survive," He lifts me upright. "Arms up," He casually muttered and I did as he said, lifting my arms so he could slip the comfortable nightgown over my head.

"I don't think I will," I sigh once the gown is past my head and he offers me a soft, reassuring smile.

"Maybe I'll sneak by sooner," He dips down and presses a gentle kiss to my forehead. "If you're lucky," He warns as I wrap my arms around the nape of his neck and pull him onto my lips, kissing him with the same amount of heat as earlier, but also with an addition of love, my last ploy of getting him to stay. But he knew what I was doing, and he pulled away before he could fall for it.

"I'm sorry baby," He whispers and I frown. "I'll move things around and I'll come earlier than next week," He says but my frown remains. "And we'll spend days in bed, how's that sound?" He offers and a small smile forms over my pout. "Yeah? Good?" He asks and I nod with a cheeky grin. "Okay, I'll see you soon my love," He presses one last kiss to my lips, relishing the taste of me against him one more time.

"Bye Az," I murmur against his lips. He pecks me once again before shadows swarm around him and he is consumed by darkness, slipping through my grasp and leaving me alone.

But he'll be back sooner than next week, and his promises gave me more than just one thing to look forward to.

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Cowboy Like Me - Part 1

Azriel x Reader

Azriel meets his match in a contract spy while attending a barge party in the Summer Court. Together, they are tasked to investigate rogue shipments coming into Prythian. Will they be able to tolerate each other? Will they fall in love along the way?

Inspired by the queens of my heart, Taylor Swift and Sarah J. Maas.

Part 2

Warnings: Language and some suggestiveness.

These functions were odious. Hundreds of elite fae from throughout Prythian gathering to spread gossip, exaggerate how deeply their coffers ran, and boast of their latest voyeurs in both the sheets and battlefields. Yet, amidst all of the cock measuring, bits of truth revealed themselves to those with the proper skill set. So yes, while odious indeed, a lucrative affair for me.

Tonight I’d found myself aboard a pleasure barge on the Adriatic Sea. Several High Lords accepted Tarquin’s invitation to a summer soirée honoring some milestone birthday of Cresseida’s. I couldn’t remember her age, I didn’t care honestly. The information I sought was of a more confidential manner.

Whenever any High Lords made their appearance at such gatherings, nobility from their respective courts came out in droves in hopes of rubbing elbows with the upper cress of their kingdoms. Minor lords sought advantageous matches for their heirs, esteemed merchants networked to expand trade routes, tittering courtiers cozied up to nobility in an effort to advance whichever cause they were pursuing that night.

A well-trained ear and eye lusted for occasions such as this. Those Minor Lords so easily letting details slip of their needs, allowing a glean of where their courts higher nobility were failing them. The merchants whispering confidential details of questionable consignments slipped in with their usual fare.

And the courtiers, it was too simple to read in between the lines of their oh-so-cryptic conversations. The courtiers of lesser nobility who hadn’t yet mastered the art of subtlety were easy to read, even easier to trade gossip with.

My glamour skills were exceptional. Some would call the statement arrogant, but it was truth. On top of my assets as a spy, my ability to work my way into high profile events with subtle changes to my hair, eyes, and scent made spying a lucrative profession.

A contact from Adriata’s Port Authority had contracted my services for tonight. A shipment of jewels, spices, and varying textiles procured from the continent had arrived days ago with fake gems, missing rolls of fine silk, and poison laced spices that had been set aside for the royal kitchens. I’d been tasked with garnering any information that may lead to the perpetrators.

Initially it was suspected that the act had occurred before leaving the port of origin. However, Tarquin’s own contacts had accounted for everything at the port and again halfway through sailing. I had my suspicions of who was behind the act which led me to my current position, pretending to be engaged in conversation with the pompous son of some Minor Lord from Dawn.

Honestly, how many “Oh”, “Wow”, and “That’s very interesting”’s could I throw into the conversation before he realized I wasn’t paying attention.

Yet, what I saw behind the male was quite interesting. Eris Vanserra making a rare Autumn Court appearance, far too casually winding through the crowd toward the High Lord of the Night Court as the lovely High Lady shared an animated story about, “Water Wolves”, whatever those were. The story just interesting enough to garner the attention of the surrounding audience long enough for the High Lord to stride off to a more secluded area toward the bow of the ship. The same place Eris had conveniently found himself at.

Feigning ill, I excused myself from the one-sided conversation. Quickly, I glamoured myself to look a bit more pale, and padded toward the bow. Fortunately there was a blind spot within earshot perfectly hidden by a few crates of spare items for the night should any dishwear or wines run out from the various tables spread around the barge. Keeping up my ruse I leaned over the rail, quietly dry heaving.

“All I’m saying is watch your shipments. An influx of boats have been reported leaving our ports recently. He’s up to something.” Eris’ hushed voice warned.

Oh, this was very interesting. Autumn’s heir apparent heeding warning to the Night Court.

The High Lord’s voice lowly inquired, “Do you know wh-“

The atmosphere suddenly turned dark as shadows swirled next to me. Raising from his perched position in the dark stood the High Lord’s spymaster.

Shit.

“Did the oaf you were speaking with bore you to sickness or is this washed out complexion a new glamour?”

Shit!

“People are staring, Shadowsinger. Are you going to ask me to dance or should we make a spectacle of ourselves?” I smirked cooly. Unsure of how I managed to pull off the collected facade in the face of the feared, and…. devastatingly gorgeous? Spymaster of the Night Court.

He smirked - a deadly, seductive smirk, extending his hand. This was a dangerous game. “My lady, honor me with a dance?”

I stepped toward him, aware of every weapon carefully placed underneath my silken cobalt blue dress. His shadows keenly aware of them too as they swirled around the location of each hidden sheath.

Oh, they were good.

His fingers gripped tightly atop the most easily accessible of my daggers, firmly pressed to my waist as a herringbone corset would be. His opposite hand gripped mine just tightly enough that it couldn’t slip free.

“You know, beautiful, it seems you’ve got a couple of weapons under your dress. You’re quite the double threat.” his face remained relaxed but those hazel eyes promised strife if I didn’t comply.

They stepped in rhythm to the Summer Court medley that played “It takes one to know one, handsome.”

He twirled me outward and pulled me back in before I could dare consider escaping. “I’m protecting my High Lord. Weapons come with the territory. Who are you serving?”

I batted my eyes innocently “I’ll serve you if you ask politely.”

I could have sworn the slightest shift in scent invaded my senses, “Ah, but you’re not a courtier, darling. You’re a spy. And I don’t take kindly to spies listening in on my courts affairs.”,

“Luckily for me, our interests seem to align.” I countered.

He dipped me back just in time to lock stares with the High Lord, stars twinkling in his eyes as he looked down at me, “Ah, brother. Who is your lovely dance partner?”

Once again,

Shit.

And then everything went black as we winnowed.

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“Welcome to the Hewn City - My name is Azriel. Care to share your name?”

“Elyse.” I lied.

Azriel stepped forward, “No dear, I don’t believe it is. Let’s not get off on a worse foot than we already have.”

I rolled my eyes. Fine. “Y/N.”

Good girl. He purred. The heat that pooled in my core at his tone was pathetic. Traitorous body.

“Why were you spying on Rhysand?”

I was a spy for hire. Being tortured in the name of Adriata’s Port Authority was not how I was going down. So I told him the truth.

“Adriata received a shipment with stolen goods and poison laced spices. I was simply seeking information on the matter.”

“And you felt that my High Lord was involved?”

I scoffed. “No, not exactly. While your High Lord is rather cunning, he’s not one to risk sparking a Civil War. Especially against his own ally.” I looked intently to the Spymaster with a smirk, “That bastard Eris Vanserra on the other hand…”

I could have sworn amusement briefly flashed in his eyes at the statement as he sat before me. “I’ve seen you at several functions recently. You are sly, I’ll give you that. But you have tells. The way your eyes wander off of those you are in conversation with. The slight lies you give the courtiers in an effort to bring their guard down and let information slip. Your glamours are excellent but not enough to disguise you once you’ve been spotted.”

Confusion swirled in my brain at this tactic. Certainly the willingness to share was an effort of bringing my guard down.

I stiffened. “Why are you telling me this?”

He raised an eyebrow “You shared information with me, I am simply returning the favor.”

“How generous of you , Azriel.” My tone was sharp. But his name… Oh how it tasted like honey on my tongue.

He shrugged. “This doesn’t have to be hard. Despite what you may have heard about me, I am a reasonable male. From what I’ve seen, up until tonight, you’ve never been a threat to those I’m allied with.”

I relaxed a bit at the statement. “You’ve watched me that closely?”

“What kind of spymaster would I be to not keep tabs on potential enemy spies?”

“I am not your enemy, Azriel.” Damn my tone for coming out so softly.

He looked at me earnestly, “I know.”

“Then why am I here?”

His gaze once again shifted to that of the infamous spymaster, “I want you to work with me.”

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Thank you to everyone who voted in my poll and/or took the time to read this! I hope to post Part 2 this week. Stay tuned!

[throneofsapphics]

hi, i’ve recently found your page & i’m obsessed with your writing! i have a request, i’ve had this idea for a while now.

we’re in the court of nightmares, eris walks up to the high lord & lady and the inner circle to ask nesta to dance BUT he sees reader instead. either feysand or nessian gets jealous, but reader does dance with eris. feysand or nessian gets so jealous that eris and reader gets interpreted. reader gets a reminder who they belong too. reader would be mated with whatever couple you pick.

i would like angst, smut (maybe a little bit darker), jealousy, just do your thing girl 👀

thank you, i can’t wait to read more of your writing 🖤🖤🖤

a reminder 

Feysand x f!Reader 

Summary: She played her part perfectly, laughing and smiling at all of the right moments. The High Lady watched as Eris grew more and more smitten through the entire dance. Then - his hand drifted lower, squeezing tightly around her hip. Rhys moved before she could. 

Word Count: ~2k 

Warnings: smut, almost all smut, a bit of angst, light bondage, d/s dynamics, impact play, jealousy, possessiveness, i think thats it?, minors dni!!

A/N: ah thank you! and thank you for the request!! this was fun to write & I loved this idea, sorry it's not too heavy on the angst,

She’d rarely gone to the Court of Nightmares, only on a few occasions. She hated the cesspool, but when Feyre and Rhys asked her this time, she agreed. You’ve always been exceptionally skilled at reading people, and body language - even without being a Daemati, and sometimes it came in handy when dealing with those extensively trained against your mates powers. 

When the male they told her to keep an eye on, Eris, approached her, it was the perfect opportunity. 

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Feyre watched in amusement as Eris approached the Dais. Every time he visited, he would always seek out Nesta for a dance. She agreed - and she had a feeling her sister only did it to spark some jealousy in Cassian. They always disappeared shortly after, coming back with slightly flushed cheeks. 

But, she watched as his eyes passed over Nesta - straight to y/n. They brought her here this time to try and get a read on Eris, without invading his mind outright. She didn’t notice his attention, scanning the room instead. Eris’s eyes gleamed as he approached her for a dance. Rhys went dangerously still next to her. Maybe it was a mistake disguising her scent, hiding the traces of them. 

Y/n agreed with a smile, taking his hand and following him to the dance floor. They did tell her to act as if she had no close relation to them … It’s what we told her to do, she spoke to Rhys. 

Not to dance with him, he growled. His bored mask was perfectly in place, but she felt the jealousy rolling through the bond. Her sentiment echoed his almost identically.  

She played her part perfectly, laughing and smiling at all of the right moments. The High Lady watched as Eris grew more and more smitten through the entire dance. Then - his hand drifted lower, squeezing tightly around her hip. Rhys moved before she could. 

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She would admit Eris was a good dancer, and she was enjoying herself. Charming, funny, and trying a bit too hard. After the first dance, she’d gathered almost everything she needed to. Watching him for a bit longer, how he interacted with everyone else, would finish that up. But - he asked for another, and she felt rude turning him down. She forced her heartbeat and expression to remain steady as his hand drifted further down, right on her hip. Not obscenely low, but slightly suggestive. An invitation of sorts. Y/n knew this wouldn’t end well. 

“May I?” Rhys’s voice sounded, cutting in, so smoothly nothing seemed off to any outsiders. He cut a sharp look to Eris, one that would make most Fae shake immediately. To his credit, Eris only gave a polite nod and made himself scarce. 

Rhys’s hand tightened around her waist as he led her around the dance floor. Bruises would appear there tomorrow. He didn’t speak, but she could feel the anger, jealousy, and pure possession rolling through the bond, and immediately went on the defensive. 

I wasn’t- she tried to send down the bond. 

Not here. He replied sharply. She bit harshly on her bottom lip, nearly drawing blood. Her mate’s eyes gleamed as he caught the motion. We’ll be cutting our visit short. 

I still need to - 

No. She bristled as he cut her off again. I’m certain you have enough. 

Y/n realized when she wouldn’t win a fight, and kept silent. 

You need a reminder of who you belong to, he purred into her mind, showing her a preview of what would be coming later. 

Arousal and fear flooded through her. A delicious but dangerous combination. Her heart started beating faster, tension coliling in her stomach … Rhys didn’t wait for the dance to end, he brought her back to the Dais, muttering a few instructions, and they left within minutes. 

-

“What the hell was that?” 

She was surprised Feyre raged at her first. 

“It - it’s what you told me to do.” She stood still, her eyes darting between the two of them. They were both pissed. But she couldn’t quite figure out why, she’d done exactly what they wanted to her. It’s not her fault Eris asked her for a dance. 

“You let him touch you.” 

She fought the urge to roll her eyes. “I did no such thing, it was a dance, dance partners touch each other.” 

Her words seemed to roll right over them. “You belong to us, don’t you?” Rhys’s tone was mild, and she saw all of the warnings signs - the gleam in his eyes, the way he held himself, how his fist clenched slightly. 

Even as fear lanced through her, she ignored them. “Yes,” she did roll her eyes this time, and her filter completely disappeared. “It’s not my fault you wanted to hide my scent. You’re the ones keeping me like a secret, he never would’ve asked if you hadn’t.”

Rhys stalked over to her, every inch the predator. His fingers tilted her chin, “you need a reminder, don’t you darling?” 

“I-” 

Before she could answer, Feyre cut in, moving to stand shoulder to shoulder with Rhys. “I believe she does.”

Her hand trailed down her shoulder, catching her wrist in a vice-like grip, but she couldn’t look away from Rhys, not with his hand gripping her chin. 

“Do you think he could please you?” she cooed, and she knew exactly what game they were playing. 

Y/n shrugged casually, “I haven’t tried him.” She waited a few seconds, “but you never know unless -” 

She didn’t get a chance to finish her sentence before Rhys’s arm wrapped around her waist, winnowing her to their bedroom. One thing she knows for certain about her mates, is they get very jealous, very easily. And that she usually loves the results of that jealousy. Feyre winnowed in a second later. 

“Scared?” Rhys asked as she took a few steps back. 

She was, but she wouldn’t admit that to him, and she shook her head. 

“Foolish,” he tutted, and her clothes disappeared. Waves of magic bound her arms behind her back, before forcing her to her knees. She hit the floor with a soft thud, the carpet dulling some of the impact. 

“Right where she belongs,” Feyre teased, circling around her. Her hands gently gripped her hair, tugging her head back to expose her neck. She struggled, trying to yank her head back, but the female’s grip was firm and unyielding. Still, she knew her safeword if she needed it. 

She crouched behind her, her other hand gripping her throat. “Don’t make this any harder on yourself.” 

“Where’s the fun in that?” She panted, and the small coil of arousal started building. 

“I don’t know what else I expected from you.” Feyre let out an edged chuckle, and left a deceptively gentle kiss under her ear. “Look at him.” 

Her eyes shot up, meeting Rhys’s - standing right above her with a smirk. Her body stiffened, she knows exactly what that expression means. “Stand up.” 

She swallowed and Feyre released her grip on her hair. She rose to her feet, and he merely pointed at the edge of the bed. Y/n didn’t move, and his eyes narrowed. She felt the tension growing in the room. She’s playing a dangerous game, walking a very thin line. 

“I won’t tell you again.” 

“You never said anything,” Y/n gave him a sweet smile and he snarled, shoving her towards the bed. The push knocked the air out of her, but she was left bent over the bed, hinging at the hips and leaving herself completely exposed. They’d be able to see just how wet she is. 

She feels Rhys’s body pressed over hers, his hands, gently brushing the hair away from her face as he kicks her legs further apart. He kisses the side of her neck, one hand between her shoulder blades, pushing her further into the mattress. “Remember Darling, you’ve earned his.” She shudders, having an idea of exactly what’s coming next. A silky rope replaces the magic tying her hands behind her back, winding tightly from her elbows to her wrist. 

Then, his hand slaps down on her ass. She whimpers, but the first one isn’t that bad, it’s more of a warning. 

She can tell Feyre is next, by the difference in size, and Feyre hadn’t been holding back - her body rocks against the bed. They don’t relent, each of them timing it perfectly until her ass and the backs of her thighs are burning, bright red. Tears stream down her face, leaving wet spots on the mattress below. 

Her leg kicks up involuntarily, and Feyre shoves it back down with a delighted chuckle. It’s almost too much, her word is on the tip of her tongue, but just as she’s hurling towards her limit, it stops. Rhys’s body folds over hers, his pants painfully brushing against the raw skin. Feyre’s knelt next to her on the bed, tugging her head up. Y/n thinks she might kiss her, let her taste the wine she can smell, the sweet scent of her, but she kisses the tears on her cheeks, her tongue darting out to lick one. The sign of her submission, of them breaking her down in a way only they can. She’s whimpering as they tug her further up the bed, Feyre’s legs spread, guiding her down towards her pussy. 

Gods, she loves the taste of her - sweet and musky at the same time, and doesn’t hesitate. She nips at the soft skin next to her thighs, dragging her tongue up between her folds. She wiggles at the bindings holding her back, but they don’t relent. 

Her hips are tugged up. A strangled mix between a sob and moan left her as Rhys pushes into her - giving her no time to adjust before he sets a brutal pace. 

Feyre presses into the back of her head, switching her focus, trying to put all of her attention on making her feel good. She alternates dragging her teeth over her clit, sucking, and giving small but firm kitten licks. All of the things she know will send Feyre over the edge. 

Another smack on the bare skin of her ass draws a moan out of her - and Feyre, the vibrations finally sending the High Lady over the edge. Y/n doesn’t stop, but slows to small licks, bringing her down from the high. 

Rhys’s hand snakes around to circle two fingers around her clit. She finds herself screaming, her head resting on Feyre’s thigh. 

The female ran her fingers through her hair, “so good now,” she murmurs, “taking him so well my love.” 

“A good little slut, just for us,” Rhys accentuates his words with another slap to her ass, squeezing her hips so tightly she knows she’ll bruise. 

It doesn’t take long before that coil in her stomach tightens, 

“Please, please please,” she chanted. 

“Please what?” Rhys asked, with a cruel tone. 

“F-finish, please let me cum,” 

“Do you think she’s earned it?” He asked Feyre, who’s still stroking her hair. 

She hums, “I think so.” 

“You’re too soft,” He growls, but increases his speed, tilting his hips to hit that perfect spot. 

She’s screaming - maybe their names, maybe to the Gods, she has no idea, but her body goes limp, Rhys still pounding until his cum fills her. 

He yanks her back by her hair, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her flush to his chest. She feels the burn of him against her raw skin and relishes in it. 

“Who do you belong to?” He nips at the space where her neck and shoulder meet. 

“You, Feyre, both of you,” She mumbles, barely coherent. It seems it was enough to please him, because he releases her into Feyre’s arms, letting her mate hold her, stroke her hair, murmur sweet things to her that fly in one ear and out the other. Rhys returns with a rag to clean her. She’s blissed out, her eyes glazed over, and a satisfied sleepiness is starting to take over her senses. Still, they take the time to quickly bathe and clean her before tucking her into bed between them. 

[codenamesazanka]

My far-fetched theory of who Mystery Person is and what their deal is and what I want to happen:

They're a teenager with a 'dangerous' or 'taboo' quirk and/or has behavioral issues arising from having such a quirk [à la Toga]. Given the muzzle, maybe it's a quirk that involves the mouth [à la Tabe, Moonfish]. Their parents tried to get them 'fixed' via quirk counseling, but it didn't work out, so - fearful that their child will turn Villain or just inconvenience others in some way; or there already was a minor incident once - locked up the kid in a room inside the house. Muzzled them and tied them up with zipties.

Specifically, they took inspiration from the police and Tartarus - if the police and government are doing this to prevent crime and harm from happening, why shouldn't they do this as well? [criticism of the use of such restraints. my dream]

This started long before the League ever appeared on the news. (Or maybe, coverage of the League scared the parents and escalated their treatment of Mystery Person)

When the war started, the parents either:

decided this was the perfect opportunity to abandon this burden; they evacuated to a shelter but left the kid

can't bring themselves to free the kid and all go to a shelter (where they may inconvenience others) [call back to Ordinary Lady being banned from a shelter because she had a heteromorphic quirk - an unacceptable quirk. seriously, that should be addressed. that's fucked up], so the kid and the parents stayed in the house best they could. However, the parents are killed - jailbreaker attack, went out to get supplies and never came back, whatever - so Mystery Person is left all alone.

After days or even one or two weeks(?!) of being abandoned, Mystery Person reached their limit and broke free. They clawed their way out of their restraints - explaining the frayed cord on their arm and bloodied fingers. They went to find a pair of scissors to cut away part of the muzzle.

Now they're leaving the house. They're barefoot - as if they don't have proper shoes ready for them; or because they're so confused and eager to leave, they didn't bother. Does this seem like the type of scenario where they left the house with any supplies or money? Do they sound like the type of person who has any supplies and money? Unlikely. The only thing they have in their possession is maybe the scissors and their quirk. Should they try to use them to survive... they'd be a criminal. A Villain.

Now they're out in the world. They're disheveled and creepy-looking, so no one wants to help. [à la Tenko, Twice] Worse, they might even look like a prison escapee, and so needs to be captured.

This has been crazy preachy fanfic territory already, but to make it even more so:

UA Kids out on patrol encounters Mystery Person, who looks the way they do and is scavenging/stealing, which conflicts with the kids' stated goal of "maintaining public order".

It would be interesting if after the kids attack and capture Mystery Person, when trying to take them into custody, the Mystery Person resists being tied up - again. Resists being locked up - again. Resists being sent back to their parents' guardianship and that house; resist being sent back to their previous, 'normal' life. And as the reasons get revealed, the kids are forced to reckon with what bringing things back to 'normal' means.

It's not enough to save Mystery Person from their recent predicament - they can bring them to UA and cut off the rest of the zipties and give them proper clothing and food and maybe even a concert to get them smiling and Nedzu can take into UA's care yet another ward... but there are other Mystery Persons out there. Other Togas, other Twices and Tenkos and Eris and Spinners and Tabes and Moonfishes and etc, etc, etc. Never going to run out of other [insert name]s!

Heroes can't just hope that they'll encounter all these victims while out on patrol - if Mystery Person had never cut themself out of their restraints, Heroes might not have ever known. Heroes can't just play catch up and only turn 'minuses' into 'zeroes'. They can't save hearts only after the initial damage was already done. Something else must be done, as long as the root cause of rejection remains.

Shigaraki tasked Deku with the continuation of 'destroy everything'. This is what he meant.

[sharksscripting]

Eris Vanserra x Azriel Shadowsinger

Nipple Clamps — KTober

Word Count: 1.7k

Includes: Nipple Clamps, Rough Sex, No prep, Light Bondage, Love making, Hickeys, Cross Dressing, Mating Bond, Revenge Sex.

Dress that Eris is wearing at the end!

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Eris would get revenge for Azriel fucking him on his own throne.

He rummages through his clothes, and quickly looking for an outfit that he could tease the spymaster with.

Eris’ sighs as he can’t find something but suddenly, his eyes land on a light maroon dress, a beautiful golden band is hanging around the waist—the same golden bands hold up the sleeves connected to the flowing gown along with a neck piece. He also notices minor accessories with the outfit, he smirks.

“Perfect.” Eris whispers to himself.

Quickly, the ginger slides on the dress, adding the golden accessories afterward. He manages to find some golden earrings in his large room, pinning them onto his pointed ears before checking himself out in the mirror.

Eris smacks his own ass, making sure to leave a mark so the spymaster sees it later—perhaps to make him jealous.

Before leaving to the Night Court he finds golden hook-like clips and attaches them to the sides of the dress—the sides of both his thighs now revealed. He

Finally—after checking himself out once more—Eris decides he needs one more thing… he kneels before his bed and grabs a box from underneath, he opens the wooden crate then pulls out a pair of shiny, gold nipple clamps. He hooks them onto his hardened buds then winnows to the Night Court. He arrives in the main hall of the Court, the only person there was the High Lady—Feyre Archeon.

Her blue eyes widen in shock at the High Lord of the Autumn Court’s appearance, she has never seen a male dress that way let alone Eris.

“High Lady.” Eris greets with a mischievous expression. “Would you mind telling me where your dearest spymaster is?”

“Y-Yes, of course!” Feyre stands from her seat at the table and walks over. “Beautiful gown…” She mutters.

“Thank you.” Eris smiles.

Feyre nods and hooks her arm around Eris’, she leads him to the room where Azriel resides then swiftly takes her leave.

Eris takes in a deep breathe—mentally preparing himself to tease Shadowsinger—before knocking on the door. He spots Azriel’s shadows peek under the door, gently brushing his ankle before it retracts back under the door.

“Vanserra.” Azriel growls as he opens the door, he quickly takes in his mates appearance—Eris watches the tent build in his tight Illyrian pants.

“Shadowsinger.” Eris chirps then pushes past him, Azriel instantly shuts the door behind him and within a second his scarred hands find the gold belt around Eris’ waist.

“What are you wearing.” Azriel tugs the shorter against his throbbing bulge, his chin nestling between Eris’ neck and shoulder—dark wings instinctively flexing out.

“A dress, why?” Eris glances over his shoulder with a sly smirk. “Do you like it?”

Eris feels Azriel’s shadows swarm around his legs, tracing up his thighs and squeezing them tightly.

“I like it for my eyes.” Azriel growls, his right hand grabs Eris’ ass—where the handprint is. “What is this?”

“What is what?” Eris asks, putting on a fake innocent act.

“Eris.” Azriel warns, his shadows squeeze Eris’ thighs harder and his hand tightens on the others rear.

“Azriel.” Eris hums.

“Why is there a handprint on your butt?” He asks, his tone sharp and cutting.

“There is?” Eris’ smirk grows.

Azriel turns the ginger around in one swift movement—he holds him close to his chest, his left hand grabs his chin so Eris is forced to look up at him—his right doesn’t dare to leave Eris’ asscheek.

“You know damn well there is, who gave it to you?” He snaps.

“No one, my mate.”

Azriel scoffs the winnows them to the bed, Eris is now pinned to in by Azriel’s thighs—his shadows still tightly around his thighs while some new ones form ropes around his wrists—tugging them to the sides—pinning them to the headboard.

“Tell me.” Azriel demands.

“I said n-“

Azriel undoes one of the shadows holding his wrist and drags Eris’ hand to his ass—placing his hand on top of the mark.

“You did this?” Azriel laughs. “Trying to make me jealous? It worked.” He snaps.

Eris smirks but Azriel makes eye contact with the smaller man—he grips the back of Eris’ head before his lips crash against his, Azriel’s mouth moves hungrily invading his own and his tongue quickly beginning to explore.

He moans into the kiss as Azriel deepens the kiss, the shadow connects around Eris’ wrist again and tugs it back up—pinning him back to the bed.

“Was this your attempt as revenge?” Azriel smirks and bites Eris’ neck when he hears a jingle, in a second Azriel rips the cloth covering Eris’ chest.

“Nipple clamps?” Azriel’s cheeks flush a light tint of pink. “What a nice accessory, little fox.” Azriel tugs on the golden chain connecting the clamps.

Eris’ breath hitches. “For you, Az.” He seems to already have forgotten his original plan—to focused on getting pleasure from his mate now.

“Oh really, my mate?” Azriel bites his neck again, causing Eris to moan. “Then why did you try to make me jealous, hm?”

“So…” Eris looks around as if he is trying to find an excuse.

“So what?” Azriel kisses the pale skin on Eris’ neck before sucking on it—leaving a dark, purple love bite.

“So I could get back at you.”

“Hm, for what, Eris?” Azriel hums and kisses his neck then chin.

“You fucked me on our throne!”

“Our?”

Eris’ cheeks flush a deep red. “Yes, our throne, Az.”

Azriel smiles at the nickname and even more at the confirmation. “What does that mean, my mate?”

“I want you… since Beron is gone… to be my High Lord.”

“You are the High Lord though?”

“Rhysand has a High Lady, why can’t I have another High Lord?”

Azriel smirks. “Keep that name out of your mouth, little fox.” He quickly connects their lips in a deep, passionate kiss.

Eris smiles back and tugs on the restraints, he hooks his legs around Azriel’s waist and tugs him closer—the thin, maroon fabric of the dress making it impossible not to feel Azriel’s hard cock.

“I want you, Eris” Azriel whispers—he leans forward and his voice is quiet as he murmurs. “Your body. Your lips. Your eyes. How your face flushes. The way you beg. How you squirm and beg. How you moan….” He tilts his head to the side, awaiting an answer from the small, ginger male.

“Yes, I want you too, High Lord.” Some tears form in Eris’ eyes. “So much, I crave you, I… I love you.”

Azriel’s eyes form tears of his own and he instantly connects his lips onto the other males again except, now it is a soft and delicate kiss. Gently and loving. Proving how much he cares for the shorter one.

“I love you too, my mate.”

“Good, now…” Eris bucks his hips, Azriel’s breath hitches. “Get to work.”

Azriel nods and flips up the thin fabric of the dress, he quickly finds that Eris was comando the entire time.

His eyebrow lifts. “No underwear? And you are wearing such a short dress…” His shadows find Eris’ hips again, gripping them tightly—almost bruising. “What if someone saw you, my little fox?”

“Maybe they’d get to enjoy me instead of you, I’m sure you’d feel it through our…” Eris tugs on the bond. “Little bond?”

Azriel growls and quickly removes his pants, harshly shucking them to the floor—he then rips off his Illyrian leathers, not caring for the fine fabric.

“No one else will have you, my High Lord.” Azriel makes sure to put extra emphasis on the word ‘my’.

“Yes, and no one else will have you, my High Lord.”

Azriel hums in agreement then kisses him again.

“Do you need prep, my love?”

“No… no, I want to feel you.” Eris pleas. “Can you strip me?”

“No.” Azriel smirks. “I want to fuck my little Lord in his dress.”

If Eris’ cheeks could burn any brighter they would.

Azriel uses his shadows to hold Eris’ hips up, Azriel tugs on the mini chain holding Eris’ nipple clamps together before aligning the tip of his cock with his hole.

Slowly, Azriel begins to slide in. Eris groans in pain before it slowly fades to pleasure.

“I need you! More, please!” He begs. Azriel happily complies, he pushes himself further into Eris’ tight rear until he can’t anymore.

“Fuck, little fox…” Azriel grunts. “Can I move?”

“In a moment…” Eris whimpers. “Remove the restraints.”

He nods, Azriel’s shadows quickly move from Eris’ wrist and in a second Eris’ hands fly to Azriel’s shoulders—tugging him closer. His mate smiles then begins to slowly thrust.

“You feel so good, my mate.” Azriel smiles and kisses Eris’ temple.

“As do you, my High Lord.” Eris winks then moves his left hand to Azriel’s temple—bringing him down for another heated kiss.

Azriel begins to pick up his pace, fucking the ginger headed man faster and harder. His shadows begin to play with Eris’ clamped nipples causing him to moan loudly.

“I love you, little lord.” Azriel repeats and one of his hands get placed on the back of Eris’ nape before he kisses his mate again.

“Love you… too!” Eris moans and moves one of his hands to stroke his own cock when suddenly it gets smacked. “Huh?”

“Allow me, as a reward.” Azriel smiles. “Even if you were being a brat earlier.”

Eris chuckles before it fades into another moan, Azriel’s scarred hand begins to stroke Eris’ cock, using his leaking pre as lubricant.

“Fuck!” Eris shouts. “So.. s-so close!” He moans.

“Cum for me.” Azriel begins to pound harder—now hitting Eris’ prostate with every thrust. He kisses him again, Azriel’s hand movements not stopping for a second.

Within a few more minutes Eris cums with a loud, “Azriel!”

Azriel’s movements don’t stop as he continues to thrust. “I love you.” Soon enough, Azriel’s own load shoots in Eris, filling him. He slowly thrusts and then gently pulls out. “Are you alright?” Azriel asks, worry filling his tone. “I know you didn’t want prep-“

Eris kisses him again, slowly sitting up. “I am fine, Az.” He smiles and Azriel swore his heart stopped from the sight.

“Promise?”

“I promise, my High Lord.”

Azriel laughs and kisses his temple. “Alright then, my High Lord.” He emphasizes the word ‘my’ once more with a wink.

The dress/fanart this is by! (Not my art, credit to the artist!)

[gettingfrilly]

Where is Peach Creek?

People have been theory crafting this for decades and the canon answer is somewhere in America and that's about it. BUT if you have my flavor of autism and require accuracy and details then here's my own personal headcanon.

Here's all the canon information we have:

According to the series bible, Peach Creek is an American suburb.

Peach Creek experiences all four seasons. We've seen a hot summer, fall foliage, and a snowy winter, so it can be assumed there's a spring time as well. This combined with the broad leaf forest between the cul de sac and the trailer park places Peach Creek in a temperate deciduous forest biome.

Peach Creek has a peach orchard that was there since settlers first arrived in the area. The peaches native to North America grew solely in the southwest.

Peach Creek was founded over 300 years ago by pilgrims. We don't have an exact canon time period for when Ed Edd n' Eddy takes place, but its safe to say it's somewhere towards the end of the 20th century, which would mean Peach Creek was founded some time in the 17th century (the 1600s.) This would place Peach Creek east of the Mississippi, as the west was being colonized by Spain at this point.

In BPS, we learn that Peach Creak is a day's walk away from what APPEARS to be the ocean (more on that later.)

Between Peach Creek and the possible Ocean exists rural farmland, a desert, and a swamp. There is also a snowy capped mountain range visible from Peach Creek Junior High.

This is all a lot of conflicting information! There's no place in America that checks all these boxes. I commonly see people place the Eds somewhere on the north or central Atlantic Coast, because of the possible ocean seen in BPS and the fact that Peach Creek was founded by pilgrims in the 1600s. This checks the most important boxes for me, too, and I would agree, however...

Pop. The kids call carbonated beverages pop. NO ONE on the north or central east coast calls it pop. We call it soda. This is a minor detail for sure and considering all the conflicting information about Peach Creek's location, one that can very much be ignored. But as someone who grew up in New England, I can't ignore it (refer to beginning of post, my flavor of autism.)

"But HOW could they be so close to what looks like the ocean, live in a town founded by pilgrims, and NOT live on the east coast?" I hear you ask. Well, here's my answer: The body of water in BPS isn't the ocean. It's one of the great lakes.

Picture id: Hamburg Beach, Hamburg New York, on the shore of lake Erie.

Sure, Mondo A-Go Go is very ocean themed (the whale trailer, the shark head, the wild prawn) but it could be just that; a theme.

Another reason I like this theory is that THIS GUY:

Picture id: Danny Antonucci, creator of Ed Edd n' Eddy

Also grew up in The Great Lakes region.

And to cinch the deal:

Picture id: Color coded map displaying which U.S.A. regions predominately say pop, soda, or coke.

They say pop!

The further east the Eds are, the more their location makes sense, so I place them in western New York, near lake Erie. It's a rural area with a large city sky line nearby (Buffalo, NY) and there are also Appalachian ski resorts, which would explain the mountain range. There's some swamp land as well, which ticks off all the landmarks seen in the show other than the desert and native peach orchard (though peaches can certainly be cultivated in this biome!)

Also, when looking into travel times in the area, I came across this:

Pictue id: Google map screen shot with a town called Cherry Creek in the center.

Picture id: Incredibles meme. Top text: Coincidence? Bottom text: I think not!

SO that's my theory. The Eds grew up in rural western New York, close enough to the shore of Lake Erie that they could get there in a day's walk. Thanks for coming to my TED talk, etc. etc.

[fieldofdaisiies]

Azris Week Day 6

NSWF - Soft & Slow: Azriel and Eris decide to take things slow and are intimate for the first time; minors DNI; for @azrisweek; thank you @iftheshoef1tz @darkphilosphies and @ofduskanddreams for hosting this week💛

Azriel’s head is lowered, his chin at his chest. Eris tenderly kisses his shoulder, one hand closing over Azriel’s lightly trembling one. “Have you ever lain with a male before?” Azriel’s throat is dry, his voice hoarse, but he manages to finally ask the question that has been on his mind for a long time. Eris chuckles softly behind him and places another small kiss to his shoulder. “So that is what has been bothering you the last days?” Azriel turns his head, cocks his brow, very astonished that his mate can read him so well. Azriel is…well, he knows he is good in bed. But he has never been with a male before, he does not know what Eris enjoys, what he likes, if he can make it right for him, and that stresses him a little. 

“I have, yes.” Eris leans his cheek against Azriel’s shoulder and glances up at his mate. “You haven’t, right?” Azriel shakes his head no in answer and Eris kisses his bare skin once again. “I want to make everything perfect for you, Eris. I want you to feel good,” Azriel mumbles, and flips his hand over so he can hold Eris. He loves how warm his mate’s palm feels on his marred skin. 

“I have no doubt that you will do so.” Eris glances up at his mate, meeting Azriel’s eyes of heated honey. The High Lord’s eyes fall to Azriel’s lips and linger. “I don’t want to rush you, Azriel. We don’t need to have sex already.” Sincerity laces Eris’ voice, but Azriel only shakes his head again.

“I don’t want to wait. I want you. I really do, but it is just something new for me…after nearly 600 years.”

Eris understands and smiles in acknowledgment. “Let’s start slow, shall we?”

“Slow sounds good.” Azriel kisses the top of Eris’ head, and grins. “How slow?”

“I would like to start by making you feel good. And I heard those,” — Eris points at Azriel’s wings— are quite sensitive. Would you like that?”

Azriel’s Adam’s apple pops out even more when he swallows thickly and slowly inclines his head. “I would like that,” he breathes and adds, “but I want to do something for you as well. Make you feel good as well.” 

“Do your worst, shadowsinger.” He grin and shifts a little on the bed, now sitting more next to Azriel then behind him. For a long moment Eris just looks at Azriel, at his lips, his sharp features, his beautiful eyes. He trails his index finger over Azriel’s brows, the early morning sunlight adding the most beautiful glow to his mate’s skin. “You are beautiful, my mate.” And he does not only mean Azriel’s face, he means his whole body. To make his point clear Eris lifts his mate’s hand to his lips and kisses the knuckles on either side. “So beautiful.”

Azriel smiles, colour blooming high on his cheeks as he leans into his mate’s touch. “You are,” he hums. Their lips touch with a first soft and tender kiss, that soon turns a little more explorative, more passionate and hungry. They are like two males who have been starving for their whole life and finally their souls have found their missing part and their hearts are happily and rhythmically beating in their chests. Eris’ hand moves up to Azriel’s shoulder, squeezing softly, before he lets it slide down to his pac and than to Azriel’s back. “How fortunate we are both naked,” Eris drawls and grins before kissing Azriel’s lips again. Eris places a trail of kisses down his mate’s jaw, to his neck. He nips on Azriel’s ear lobe before slowly tracing his tongue over his ear. Goosbumps appear on Azriel’s skin and he finds himself moaning. “Tell me you want me to touch your wings. Tell me you want me.”

Azriel has always been the dominant one in the bedroom, but gathers that might change now and Gods, does he love this — Eris taking the lead and holding the reigns. “I want this. I want you,” Azriel breathes and closes his eyes. Eris’ first touches on his wings are soft and gentle, explorative — he first wants to get a feel of it, wants to see which parts cause Azriel to shudder, which make him moan or even curse lightly under his breath. Eris soon figures out that the vein leading up to talon is specifically sensitive and so he starts working his wonders there. And although he would be fine with solely pleasuring Azriel this early morning, he can barely contain the excitement when Azriel’s callused palm slowly slides up his thigh, nearing his already rigid cock. 

A low groan from somewhere deep in Eris’ throat parts his lips when his mate’s scarred and large hand wraps around his length, stroking gently. It is a sort of pleasure neither of them have ever felt before. Nothing is rushing them, they savour every little part of their bodies finally connecting, them finally crossing the very last line and giving themselves fully to the other. “You feel so good and—good fucking gods!” Eris moans loudly before softly biting down on his mate’s shoulder — this little asshole obviously knows exactly what he is doing, Eris thinks. “And you make me feel so good!” The High Lord’s voice is raspy, causing Azriel to shudder. He knows he is close and he also knows his mate is close, and Azriel wants nothing more then for them to come together. It is the feel of Eris’ cock twitching in his hand, the soft growl that leaves his mate, that push him over the edge. Eris follows only a second after. For a long time after they sit in the bathtub, cleaning up, talking and exchanging soft and tentative touches that nevertheless leave tingles and heat in every place they touch. 

~~~~~~~~~~ tags: @azrielsbabyg@lady-riel@moonlightazriel@aayo-whatt @brekkershadowsinger @ladyelain @a-frog-with-a-laptop

[practically-an-x-man]

Your OCs get a job at a floral shop! What's their favorite flower to work with, and how artistic do their arrangements get?

Oh cool! Thank you!

Fair warning, I know very little about flowers or plant husbandry in any way, so I'm pretty much going off of appearance and vibes here lol

Rae: I could see her being really partial to dusty miller in her arrangements, since she thinks that silver color is just so cool. She's not much of an artist, so her arrangements are probably fairly simple/not particularly sophisticated, and she chooses flowers solely based on what she thinks look cool together.

Robin: Would create very elegant, coordinated arrangements, and would be partial to the delicate filler flowers like baby's breath or Queen Anne's lace.

Madison: I don't know why, but I could see her really liking the flowers that come in cones, like foxgloves or snapdragons. Her arrangements would be a lot of filler greens with a few notable pops of color, a little more understated.

Ophelia: I'm gonna be honest, I have no idea what these are called, but one time my family got me this bouquet for opening night at one of my theatre shows and it had a bunch of little spiky leaves and burrs as filler plants, and tiger lilies as the main flower - anyway, she'd also think those spiky filler plants are fun. In general her arrangements would be well-structured but fairly standard, since she'd be more inclined just to pull from whatever guidelines her superior gives her, and in her personal life she's more the type to give someone a cactus or succulent for a gift instead of a bouquet.

Gia: I mean, this is literally her whole job, so she definitely knows how to put together a wide variety of beautiful arrangements. Definitely artistic, definitely well-made. I also genuinely can't pick a favorite, since she'd pick one based on more factors than just visuals and I don't have enough flower knowledge to know what would work for her. Any suggestions?

Jasper: Would create very loud, fun arrangements - they might clash a bit, but in a cool way. I could see them being fond of peonies or roses because they come in so many different colors.

Kestrel: Would choose their arrangements based on native plants and what would effectively grow together, drawing off of nature instead of just choosing the flowers based on visuals alone. They feel like it's more coordinated that way, and it's honestly a minor pet peeve of theirs to see flowers that natively grow on opposite ends of the globe in the same arrangement. Their favorite flower is a dandelion, though not necessarily to put in an arrangement.

Katherine: Oh, she'd create some lovely arrangements! She's an artist, so she understands how color and shape fit together very well, though she's more focused on the appearance than the longevity of the flowers together. I don't think she has a favorite - maybe pansies? They look cool.

Quinn: Oh, she's going wild and you know it! She'd probably be the carnivorous plant type, which doesn't exactly go in an arrangement - she'd probably just end up giving someone a pot of Venus flytraps or pitcher plants instead.

Eris: Honestly, they would not have the patience for any job that delicate. He probably creates very eclectic arrangements based on nothing but his own bored amusement, and they're probably all either toxic or covered in thorns.

Nikoletta: Her arrangements are generally very dark, because it disguises any slips she might have with her shadow-touch on the petals - black irises, black Barlow Columbines, etc.. She also probably could make a lot of money selling "authentic" black roses for the more macabre crowd - they're real roses, not painted or anything, and nobody has to know they grow as just regular reds.

Jimmy: Eryngium is a cool ethereal sort of blue, so we're gonna go with that for him. I think he'd try to stick to fairly simple, clean arrangements, with just a few types of plants and not much filler.

[tilseptemberends]

Acotar Ask Game

Tagged by @shadowqueenjude

Who's your favourite ACOTAR character?

Depends on the day. It swings a bit between Lucien, Elain, and Tarquin

Who's your least favourite character?

Rhysand.

Say something nice about your least favourite character.

No <3

Fine, if I had to say something nice I'd probably just compliment his eyes. I've always liked purple eyes aesthetically.

Who's your favourite High Lord? (If you picked one for your fav character, then who's your second fav!)

Tarquin. Let me hold his hand just once please please please-

Favorite minor character?

I'm not sure what qualifies a minor character in this case. Maybe Helion? He hasn't had much influence on the plot but he's fun to read about.

I would say Gwyn but I feel that she's important enough to the plot of ACOSF that she and Emerie qualify as more secondary protagonists.

Favorite ship?

Elucien.

Favorite court?

Summer. Even if the temperature would kill me.

Make up a brand new court RIGHT NOW, NO PREP JUST VIBES.

The Court of Lost Things - A court of outcasts with no home, where small objects that people lose in other court appear in random cupboards or drawers. Where lost people find each other.

The high lord's power would be called 'guiding light' they just extend their palm and a silver thread of light could either guide them home or guide a lost person to the court.

What relationship would you have wanted to see more of in the books?

Lucien and Eris or Helion. Or all three. I love messy family drama.

What’s your unpopular opinion?

WELL... I'm generally anti inner circle so like half of my page is unpopular opinions.

What is your favorite headcanon?

Elain will be a healer!

If you were swept away to Prythian, what's ONE thing you would want to do?

Find a small house in the middle of one of the capital cities and just exist with a view of all the different people and magic.

If you could have ONE faerie ability seen in the books, which would it be?

Water manipulation. I've always wanted water magic <3

Tagging: @starsreminisce @kateprincessofbluewhales @zenkindoflove

[thequietmanno1]

Thelreads, MHA 293, Replies Part 1

1) “Oh my god man, now shit’s gonna get real! Even though he’s not gonna be able to do much against Shigaraki. Or Machia. Okay, he’s not exactly the ace that will save everyone, but we’re still glad he’s back, for Chapter 293: Hero-Saturated Society.”-Honestly? (points to the devastation wrought by each individual and the ongoing chaos) I don’t think there’s anyone who can save everybody from this. Not even All Might in his prime can stop multiple S-tier calamities like these erupting simultaneously across the country, and these poor heroes are forced to face them back to back. At this point, it’s trying to contain the damage, not stop it completely, and they need all hands on deck for that. 2) “Also, where are the girls? There’s only the boys here, also is that evil Midoriya next to Shigaraki?”- It seems to be a minor list of all the major fighters still up and running in this battle, so judging by the fact he’s standing next to Tomura I’m gonna assume that’s what Dabi would look like if he wasn’t self-cremated and still had his hair dye in. 3) “Oh yeah, there’s my baby after bringing back the power from my other baby.

Eri takes it and Eri gives it back, her power is unmatched.”- Eri’s power is so game-breaking that it’s actually pretty impressive to me how Horikoshi’s been avoiding making her too much of an OP crutch for the heroes to rely on, mangling themselves without fear of the long-term repercussions with Eri in their corner. 4) “Didn’t you saw the last panel Midoriya? Eri is the reason he’s here. Unless you meant how he knew to come to this specific location, which, being honest, is not that hard to guess, just following the trail of destruction and bodies Machia left”- To be frank, Izuku’s been so preoccupied stopping Tomura and all the little head-games that have been going on between their Quirks that I don’t think he’s fully processed the implications of what Machia’s appearance here means for everything left behind him. Gonna be a nasty shock to add to the growing pile. 5) “FUCK YOU MIRIO WE HAVEN’T SEEN YOU IN AGES OF COURSE WE ARE NOSTALGIC ABOUT YOU”- It was even longer with all the weekly releases for us….well, I guess maybe not, what with finishing off the Vigilante alcohol binge for you.

6) “Also, jesus fuck man she told him about the super secret battle plan even though he was no longer a hero student and didn’t even had a quirk anymore, c'mon girl we know that Mirio is trustworthy, but that was reckless!”-She also knows him/worked with him directly as another hero intern under Nighteye’s office before the management change, so it’s like she informed a co-worker she’d known for a long time about the upcoming plan, which adds a little bit to her verification of Miro’s trustworthiness. Besides, in the same vein that having a goal to strive towards can make you push past your limits, knowing there was a big upcoming battle could have pushing Miro more into trying to regain his powers, giving her another reason to tell him. 7) “Well Mirio, hate to break it to you but you’re a bit bigger than a bug or lizard, not to say that there might be other side-effects of rewinding you half a year.

Although considering you’re here fighting I suppose that was not the case”- If there were any, I’d think they’d show up as a long-term deal, and right now, that’s a hypothetical problem they can afford to put aside whilst they focus on the present and distressingly immediate. 8) “AIZAWA GAVE THE NOD OF APPROVAL FOR HIS DAUGHTER TO LET HER POWER LOOSE

ERI SHALL HEAL THEE LIKE JESUS DID”- He’s also the metaphorical brake to her runaway powerhouse of a power, so she needs him nearby anytime she’s thinking of unleashing her Quirk in any degree, even after having better control of the “speed”. 9) “Yeah Mirio, thank you for showing up, we’re extremely happy to see you, but unfortunately you can’t do much to actually take them down. I doubt you could punch them hard enough to make them pass out.”- Miro dumped all his skill points into speed, evasion and defence, leaving him with pretty lacklustre offense against beings a jacked teenager can’t knock out in a single punch – and that’s exactly the kind of monstrous footsoldier AFO’s been honing all these years. 10) “…

Well okay, sure, I guess that the best option would be to call for help, but, who’s gonna come help you now? Everybody is already here!”- Other than his personal skills, Miro’s greatest ability is his awareness of his own shortcomings and limitations, making him a fantastic team player whenever he shows up, knowing when to delegate tasks he can’t handle himself to somebody better qualified and unafraid to show this, unlike other, more prideful heroes who might bluff about it and give a false sense of security. 11) “…

Is that Bakugo? Is Bakugo coming here? Wasn’t he already around? After he almost died that is”- Bakugo is the embodiment of “I didn’t hear no bell”…if only because he blew the bell up before he started fighting. Besides, he has extra motivation to push himself back from the brink of death, what with needing to fulfil his promise to Jeanist to tell him his incredibly serious and well-thought-out hero name the next time they spoke. 12) “fuck it was bakugo.but I swear, I thought he was there on the floor after he got stabbed by Shigaraki back in chapter 286”- He was on the floor, but then he got himself back off the floor, and doesn’t plan to hit it again until the heroes have won…somehow.

13) “Oh thank god Nejire is okay, even though she got half of her body burned like that.”- Proof that Bakugo’s not an outlier, every hero is equally capable of standing back up to continue the fight…and so unfortunately are the villains too.

14) “Also, wait, is Bakugo gonna reveal his hero name? We didn’t heard what it was so far right? In just assumed it would be Bakugo. Or kacchan. God I hope it’s kacchan.”- It’s better!

15) “what”-   Shush you, this is the greatest name he could have picked.

16) “Mirio it wasn’t meant to be funny, Bakugo is just always thinking about murder 24/7”- It might just have been because of his hang-time running out, but Bakugo looks like he face-planted in disappointment after Miro misunderstood the purpose of his name. @thelreads

[kaelor0409]

I agree with...some of these points.

When twins appear as secondary characters in media they are often treated as interchangeable clones of each other with no recognizable difference in personality. There's usually a few minor differences (one likes [X], the other likes [Y]), but they are mostly used to reinforce the meta joke that they're basically the same person. We see this in ACOFS, where Feyre gets them different colored blankets but we never learn who got which blanket, so the interchangeable nature of the twins is maintained. This is very common, but just because everyone does it doesn't make it okay.

I must disagree with the accusation that they're being "house elfed".

House elves are offensive not because they are happy but because they are happy SLAVES. Nuala and Cerridwan are not slaves. They are employees. They are never compelled, threatened, coerced, or treated with disrespect. They get days off and are presumably well paid. Domestic staff are allowed to like the work they do and the people they work for without being class traitors and Uncle Toms.

It's true we don't know their hobbies, likes, or dislikes, but the same could be said of Alis, Vassa, or even bigger names like Eris and Jurian. Nuala and Cerridwan are ultimately minor characters with minimal impact on the plot, so not going into detail about their lives is to be expected. There's only so much an author can include provide without turning their novel into a rambling mess. As problematic as they are, their gifts in ACOFS prove that Cerridwan and Nuala do have preferences beyond what we see in the text and that Feyre took the time to learn what they like.

More importantly, "servant/handmaiden" is not their real job. It is a side gig and convenient cover for their true profession: spy. When viewed in this lens, much of their characterization becomes justified. They don't talk much and spend most of their time in the background...because they are spies. People aren't supposed to notice them, and when they do they're supposed to dismiss them as mere servants. They are mysterious and we don't know what they do when they are "off camera"...because they are spies. They wouldn't be very good covert operatives if they chattered on about their life stories and secret missions to anyone within earshot. I'd almost be willing to give the twin thing a pass too, since being seen as interchangeable would be very useful for spies and allow one of them to seamlessly cover for the other's absence, but the blanket thing makes it clear that this would be giving the author too much credit.

It's true we don't get to see them act as spies all that often, but this is mostly because of the limited perspective. The viewpoint characters have no reason to know what they are up to at all times, and spies are not known for leaving little notes saying "off to commit espionage against the Dawn Court, be back next week!" If we were seeing things from Azriel's point of view I'd expect to see more of their work as spies, but there is no reason Feyre or Nesta or Cassian would have been aware or focused on these missions when they were the POV characters.

The idea that they are just Elain's glorified babysitters isn't supported by the text in any way. We don't get a lot of detailed interactions between Cerridwan, Nuala, and Elain, but what we do see seems to indicate that they enjoy each other's company. It's true that Nuala and Cerridwan would never openly complain if they didn't enjoy spending time with Elain, but the fact remains that there are no canon indicators that they see her as a burden or just another assignment. They appear to have compatible personalities, some shared interests, and are shown having fun together, so there's no reason to believe they aren't at least friendly.

The POC argument is... complicated. It's true that all the servant characters in ACOTAR have dark skin, which is not a great look. The argument could certainly be applied to Alis: a brown-skinned, maternal woman who works as a servant in the manor of a white-skinned noble while dispensing care and wisdom to an equally white protagonist. It holds up less well when applied to Cerridwan and Nuala: spies pretending to be servants and working for the Inner Court who, with the exception of Mor, are not white. There's a lot more to say on this subject and I am 100% not qualified to say it, but I will at least argue that Nuala and Cerridwan are no more racist than anything else in ACOTAR.

I feel like SJM’s gonna pull a house elf with Nualla and Cerridwen

“No they enjoy working for the ic and being at their Beck and call to fulfill whatever service they need! 😆“

@ofbreathandflame @hrizantemy got me thinking about how SJM literally just made them poc (in fact the first think like “poc” despite being dark due to wraith heritage) servants

They have no characterization beyond the service they perform. We don’t know their hobbies, though I doubt they have any, likes, dislikes, or anything.

They are barely even “friends” with Elain, they just do stuff for her and keep her occupied. They’re literally her glorified babysitters.

And the fact that they’re always together? Makes the issue worse

[truly-quirkless-a]

Hello there- I'm Writer, a 22-year-old AFAB nonbinary (they/them, please) who loves anime. I'm the mun of this little dual-muse, so...welcome.

There will be some in-depth stuff beneath the cut, but for now, here are some links for you to look at if you didn't find this place via the promo I have:

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Please keep in mind that I also do double-up RPs on Discord, so Fin's document is more in-depth than Yagi's because I also use that doc to set up such RPs. I do not plan to set up such RPs with anyone who interacts with this blog, so feel free to ignore the extra info.

[subpar-ghoulfriend]

A Family Affair

Slasher AU CannibalFamily!EraserMicxReader

We’re going with the “strange family that lives outside of a small town” trope. After a few deliveries to the Aizawa household you get pulled in to an affair you never wanted to be a part of. 

Spooky season is upon us and I’ve already begun watching too many horror movies.  This fic will definitely be a two parter

Super Dark Content Warning!!! Literally do not read if you have any reservation and definitely no minors!

TW: cannibal themes, mentions of murder, mentions of corpse mutilation, kidnapping, unhealthy relationships

Part 2 is gonna include more of this and the smut

Growing up you were grateful for living in a small town. You didn't really relate to the coming-of-age stories told in the movies where the small town girl runs off to the big city for a whirlwind romance and a chance at some "big break." To you, small town life was more picturesque than any overcrowded city. You knew your neighbors, and watched a lot of their families grow and change throughout the years. A small town allows you to become a regular at several businesses, including the coffee shop and your favorite diner downtown. Going away to college was tough even though you didn't go far. The nearest city - a little over 40 miles away - had a great college with a program you were really interested in pursuing.

You went home every break and picked up delivery jobs at one of the local restaurants. It was winter break of your last year in college when you first delivered to the Aizawa residence. In all your years at the restaurant they never ordered delivery, one of the two men would always place an order for pick up. The thing about small town stereotypes is that small towns tend to self-impose said stereotypes. The Aizawa's were that family. The one that everyone whispered when they came to town and children would tell horror stories about during Halloween. They were the weird family that lived just past the outskirts of town.

You weren't entirely sure what either of the two men did. Everyone speculated that Mr. Aizawa was some sort of mountain-man-feral type and maybe did some mechanic work for the folks that tend to live in between towns. His husband, Mr. Yamada seemed like the stay at home trophy husband but you heard he did some sort of conspiracy podcast. They had children - reportedly, but no one has really met them - and other family members that live similarly further out into the middle of nowhere. The drive was absurdly long but they were loyal customers and the owners didn't want to turn their request down. Your boss handed you a chunk of bills to fill up your tank before heading out. That's no place you'd want to get stranded, he told you.

The paved road got worse the further you got from town. Forty-five minutes later you were pulling down the dirt road that led to the illuminated Aizawa home. A wall of cold air slammed in to you when you opened your car door and you grumbled about leaving your gloves at home. There was no doorbell, so knocked and did that awkward please-don't-let-me-freeze dance while you waited. Two unfamiliar faces opened the door, an apathetic looking teen and an adorable little girl. Must be their children. The older one called out for his dad before taking one of the bags you held and disappearing into the home. You looked down awkwardly and wave at the girl. She smiled shyly and reached out for the other bag.

"Are you sure?" You asked her, "It's a little heavy."

She nodded.

"Okay, but use two hands," You passed her the bag. "Oh jeez, you're strong. Don't tell your brother, but I think this is the heavier bag."

You smiled when she giggled and ran off.

Mr. Aizawa appeared in the door, "How much do we owe?"

He was just as terrifying up close and for a split second your mind went blank while your basic instincts were begging you go back to the car. He raised an eyebrow at you, looking irritated at your falter.

"Uh - forty-two."

He pulled counted out a chunk of bills and then you were off. You didn't even count the amount until you parked. Forty-two with a forty-dollar tip. They may be odd but apparently they're loaded. You didn't think much of it until the following week when you were heading back to their house with another delivery. You wished that they would order earlier but at least you could hope for another generous tip. You were taken aback when the little girl answered the door by herself, jumping up and down with excitement.

Was she old enough to answer the door by herself?

"Papa," She yelled. "The lady is here!"

She turned her attention back to you with a huge grin, "Shinsou got sore that you told me I'm the stronger one."

Before you could respond to her the other man, Mr. Yamada, bounced around the corner, "Eri, what have we told you about the door? Oh no, you must be freezing come stand inside while I go get your payment. Forty-two right?"

You wanted to protest, feeling uneasy in their entryway but the little girl tugged you by the delivery bags. So you stood there quietly while she ran back in forth so she could unload the delivery for you. Shinsou peered around the corner so you gave a small wave. Then it was just you and Eri once again. In the background you could hear Yamada asking his husband where the wallet went.

"I like your shirt," You smiled, trying to fill the silence.

"I wanted a Pegasus shirt but this was the only one my daddy could find."

"Well I think unicorns are pretty cool too."

You use to babysit for some of the families in town, no part of you could imagine doing that all the way out here.

The blonde rejoined you, giving you another lush payment. You heard the little girl whine about you leaving so quickly until her father appeased her by saying you'd be back.

Something about that rubbed you the wrong way; but you were back like clockwork the next week with their usual delivery. Once again you were brought inside while they went to get your payment. But on your fourth and what should have been your final delivery of the winter break you noticed something was off when you parked. Their truck was missing from its usual spot. Strange but they probably just moved it somewhere else on the property. You had become accustom Eri running to answer the door and telling you wait for her parents in the entrance of the house. You became suspicious after she had run back and forth to take the food to the kitchen.

"Eri, where are your parents? Or Shinsou?"

The little girl's response was nonchalant, "They had to go out, one of our cattle got out. But they gave me the money."

You stuffed the money into your jacket; payment was the issue here. In the back of your mind you though about how you never saw any cattle on your deliveries. A child her age shouldn’t be left alone.

"Oh, well, can I hang out with you while we wait for them to come back?"

The little girl lit up as she pulled you to the living room. There was a kid's movie playing on the TV and she had a coloring book out. Eri divide up her crayons and tore out a page for you to join her. You kept looking to the window, waiting for the truck to pull up.

Suddenly there was banging at the door, which elicited a cry from Eri. You reached into your pocket only finding the crumpled bills. Shit, your stomach dropped. You left your phone in your car. After all, this was just supposed to be a quick delivery. The noise stopped, only for a moment, before resuming.

"Eri, sweetie," You whispered to the stunned little girl. "Do your parents have a phone here?"

She shook her head.

A man’s voice tore through the door, "Let me in dammit, you have to let me in before they come back."

You held your finger to your lip, and Eri nodded, repeating the gesture. The living room light was on and you realized that if he came to the side of the house you'd be seen through the window, but turning out the light would draw attention. Maybe he was bluffing, maybe he didn't know if anyone was inside and turning off the light would signal your presence. You pointed to the kitchen, where the lights were off and the two of you tip toed to the safety of darkness.

"Eri, honey, can you go sit in the pantry for me and be really, really quiet? I'll be right out here and don't come out until I come to get you okay?"

She looked hesitant and tearful but you were surprised at her level of composure for a kid. Finally she complied. Once the pantry door was closed you began rummaging through the drawers, looking for something that could inflict the most damage. A meat tenderizer could work. The banging continued and you swore you hear wood beginning to splinter. Your grip tightened with every bang. Finally the door gave way and a man stumbled through the splintered wood. He stopped when he saw you holding the cleaver.

He was dirty, without shoes or a shirt and his skin was red from the cold.

You hoped your voice wouldn’t crack, "You need to leave-"

"Monsters, monsters," he blabbed. "They're gonna come back and we gotta go."

You decided to bluff, "Get out of here, I already called the cops."

"Good, good, good," He mumbled, “but we still gotta go. NOW."

There was one step forward from him, one step back from you.

"If you come near me, I'll make sure you don't get up," You warned. At the very least you had to keep him away from Eri. Even if that was all you could do.

There was a desperate look in his eyes; they darted from you to the keys hooked to your jeans, then back to the keys. Finally he smiled, "You have a car, man that's perfect. Listen I won't hurt you but we need to get in your damn car, now."

Sounds like something someone who wants to hurt me would say, you thought. Apparently you took too long to respond, the man lunged toward you and you tried to swing the meat tenderizer. The tool connected with his shoulder and he howled out in pain but still managed to wrestle you to the ground. The two of you struggled with each other and the man was yelling that you'd die if you didn't listen to him. You landed a weak hit to his jaw, splitting his lip. You even tried biting at him but he was persistent and struggling to get your keys. You were telling him he could have them that he just needed to let you go but he wasn't listening to you. Managing to grab his ear you had a flashback to the self-defense seminar you had to take in college, it should be easy to rip a human ear. So you pulled. Blood began to flow from the wound down his face and on to you. He got you off him before you got the whole ear by delivering a blow to your stomach. The air rushed from your body, is this what it means to get the wind knocked out of you?

There was a loud noise and fog lights flooded through the broken door. Then saw Shinsou and Aizawa pulling the man off you. You pushed yourself and back, clutching at your stomach. Your cheeks were wet. Were you crying or was that blood on your face? Probably both.

The trio wrangled the man outside where you heard more struggling, fighting, and groaning.

Eri.  You managed your way to the kitchen but realized you were covered in blood. Not wanting to traumatize the little girl any further you spoke through the door.

"Eri, can you stay there a little bit longer?"

"Can't I come out? I heard my daddies," She cried, tugging at your heartstrings.

"Not yet, okay? They're here and everything's okay, I'm gonna have them come get you okay?"

Thankfully, the door didn't open. As you shuffled toward the front door Mr. Yamada entered, wiping specks of blood off him.

You were shocked when he pulled you into a hug, "You're okay. Sho and Shinsou got everything under control. Where is Eri?"

You told him about her hiding spot and he sighed in relief and rushed to her.

The other two returned with bloodied knuckles that made your stomach churn.

"Yamada," The mountain man called, with his eyes scanning the home.

"Don't worry, Sho, I got Eri. She's fine. Our delivery girl is okay, she's got some bumps and bruises but she made the other guy look worse."

Aizawa ushered you to the couch, expecting your legs to give out at any moment.

"We need to call the police," You finally spoke.

Aizawa assured you he did. They were 45 minutes out but they'd work on getting here faster. Yamada brewed you a cup of tea, “for while we wait.” They finally calmed Eri down and Shinsou took her upstairs to get ready for bed. It felt weird for them to return to mundane evening routines so quickly after all that chaos, but maybe you were just the odd one out. Close to an hour later you were still waiting for the police to show up. Your tea was finished long ago and your nerves had calmed. You were even having trouble keeping your eyes open.

"You think they're almost here, babe" The blonde wondered, draping a throw blanket around your shoulders. "I'm sure she wants to this day to be over with."

---

It was still dark when you woke up. The blonde was fast asleep on the recliner next to you. The police must have come by now but there was no way you slept through the visit. Anxiety from earlier made it’s way back in to your chest. The clock read 4am; had they even called the police. All of the childhood rumors you heard came flooding back and you exited the house as quietly as you could, not realizing your keys were no longer with you.

When you made it outside you noticed dried blood on the ground, trailing toward what you assumed was their barn or storage shed. You were entranced. Looking back to the house, no one was awake; there was no movement, no light, just quiet. You shouldn’t follow the bloody trail, you shouldn't go near the shed; but your body moved on it's own accord and before you realized it you were at the doors. You gave a tug, expecting it to be locked, but the door swung open and inside you noticed the lock lay on the ground.

You should have turned around, got in your car, and drove away. Instead you stepped inside and found the bloody, broken body of the man who attacked you. There was a slight sway to the corpse that was hanging from a reinforced pillar. Nearly screaming your hand shot to cover your mouth.

You should've left.

You should've left.

You should've left.

Aizawa was watching you from the kitchen, cursing Hizashi for leaving the shed unlocked. His hand hovered over the secured cabinet drawer that stored a pistol. He wouldn't shoot you only scare you a bit. But you weren't running out in a panic. He didn't even hear you scream. Interesting. He went to join you, moving like any predator concealing it presence and leaving the gun safe untouched.

You should've left.

You should've left.

You finally came to your sense and whirled around only to run into your late night admirer. A terrified squeak escaped you as you jumped further into the confined space.

"Mr Aizawa! I'm sorry, I shouldn't have - I'm sorry."

He didn't look angry, although you wished he did. It would be better than the unsettling smile on his face.

"That's alright, I was heading out here anyway," He closed the door behind him and flicked on a dim light that lit up the room with shadows. "Can't leave it hanging for too long."

Your throat tightened, he stood between you and the only exit. If he noticed your terror there was no indication that he cared. He turned his back to you momentarily, rummaging through the clutter on the workbench. Now was the best chance you may get and you made a dash for the door. It was a futile attempt and part of you knew it but your nerves were ablaze with adrenaline and you were running on instinct not reason. There was a foreign tightness around your throat that kept you fighting to inhale. Struggling to breathe you didn’t even register the sharp pinch of a needle piercing your deltoid.

Aizawa pressed his nose to your hair, "Behave. Even if you get out of here, your tire has a flat, pesky nails tend to find their way on to the roads out here. A real shame."

He dragged you over to a chair across from the lifeless body cuffing both your wrists to the armrests. Stupid, stupid, he was grabbing out cuffs and I ran straight into him, you scolded yourself. You went to open your mouth and beg to be let go, but you were silenced.

"Keep it down or I'll have to find a way to keep you quiet."

Your heart was beating so hard it hurt. Once a friend said it was possible to die by fright, if that was true you wouldn't last much longer. Now that you were safely out of the way, Aizawa could make quick work dismembering the carcass. He donned his usual rubber apron and pulled back his hair. With his experience he could finish the job in less than two hours. Now was as good a time as ever for you to learn.

With a sigh he began his explanation and craft:

"Cannibalism has been around as long as we've existed: sacrificially, ceremonially, culturally, especially during times of plague, war, and famine. You can find documented accounts from pretty much every part of the world. And there's no one reason. Our family keeps it simple. We eat meat, animals are meat, and humans are animals. In times of famine and other hardships, this was a reliable food source. Of course now, there's not much of a risk for severe famine to effect people like us but it's tradition. This is how it's been for our family for years. And not just those of us around these parts but our relatives everywhere. It's important to keep old trades alive."

He paused, now splattered with blood, to take note of your dry heaving.

"Please," You gasped. "I just want to go -"

With narrowed eyes he continued:

"It's important for you to listen to our family history. Typically we don't reap a harvest until three weeks after the winter solstice and 3 weeks before the summer solstice. Twice a year is enough to get us by. Zashi and I are impressed that you managed to wrangle him in. Poetic in a way, don’t ’cha think? Consuming the flesh of someone who tried to overpower you. First reap of the harvest. Nice that it's a family affair."  

The room was spinning and you were fighting the sedative as hard as you could. There was no way any of this was real, maybe you were dreaming? Maybe you'd been knocked unconscious when that man rushed you. Or better yet, maybe you were asleep at home still. It was possible that this whole delivery fiasco was just a nightmare. Your stomach churned at the speech. There was sun peaking through the cracks in the wall by the time he finished separating the ... different sections. There was no more body, just pieces. You nodded off for a few minutes before being jolted awake by the door opening and letting in the bright morning light .

"Good morning, you two night owls," Hizashi beamed. Walking to his husband handing over a tall mug of coffee. He was completely unfazed by the scene he walked in on. In fact the only frown he made was when Aizawa said he put too much sweetener in the coffee.  "Anyways, grumpy pants, I called your sister. She's on her way to pick up Eri and Shinsou for a few days. To give us some time to focus on our little muse. Speaking of, I should go get her some water. Oh, plus we need to fix our door."

---

After you refused to drink anything they tried to give you they left you alone in the shed. The handcuffs were too tight for you to slip through and in your struggle you managed to topple the chair over, hitting the floor with painful slap. It was hard to ignore the buzzing of the flies swarming the space where the body once hung. You closed your eyes, your mind wandering to your family and what they would think when they realized you were missing.

Outside you heard a car pull up and were tempted to scream for someone to help you. Maybe it was the police; maybe someone realized you didn't go home last night and found out where your last delivery was. Your captors came out to greet whoever it was and you were glad you didn't yell, they sounded friendly. They were coming toward the shed but you were too defeated to react.

"Sho," Hizashi gasped, "She fell."

The response was sharp and sarcastic, "I hadn't noticed." He yanked you up with ease and the world was no longer side ways but the jolt paired with the exhaustion and drugs left the world spinning.

The woman must've been the sister they mentioned earlier. She squealed with delight, "Oh isn't she the cutest, lemme get a good look."

She resembled neither of the men and gave off cool-soccer-mom vibes. With a gentle grip on your chin she bore into your eyes.

"Please,” You begged, “I just want go home."

The sister didn't waiver, "Don't worry sweet thing, these two are gonna take such good care of you. Just relax and let them help you."

Help? You don't need help from them. You needed to get out of this hell.

"Okay," She bounced toward the exit, "Bring out my niece and nephew, we're gonna have a fun weekend. And take care of your girl, she looks like a keeper."

Finally you screamed in frustration. Brief, loud, and full of anger but it deflated just as quickly when the two men shot you a menacing look. How could all three of them show no display of empathy? You were again convinced this was an alternate reality when both children peaked their heads in to wave goodbye before they peeled away from the home, leaving you alone with Hizashi and Aizawa.

---

There was a hatch toward the back of the room where the two disappeared until they came back with a third body. They were dragging a woman up like a ragdoll and acidic bile burned your throat. If you had to guess you would say she was late middle age. It felt like they were setting a stage, Hizashi pulled you closer to where they stood while Aizawa managed to tie the woman down to the stained table.

"Why are you doing this," you cried. But they ignored you.

"Did you know there are people who pay for certain oddities and they’re willing to spend big bucks to get what they want? We keep whatever makes sense to eat and sell the rest. Ideally nothing goes to waste.”

The next hour and forty-seven minutes were excruciating. There were several “items” – as they referred to her body parts – that they removed while she was still alive; but finally Aizawa made the perfect incision along her thigh and a pomegranate wave gushed out. There was no way she would suffer much longer with this amount of blood loss.

"Please just let her die," You begged the universe. "Please let it end."

For the first time since starting they stepped back from the body, leaving it on the table to come over to you. Aizawa knelt before you and his bloody hand brushed hair from your face; his thumb rested on your lip and you couldn't even physically respond. Hizashi was behind him, rubbing his partner's shoulders.

"You're going to kill me?”  

Both men finally softened, coming down their endorphin high. There was something so satisfying about your question. Arousing, even. They made it clear that your life was up to them, which meant they had you where they needed you.

"Am I having a blonde moment? I don't recall saying we'd kill her."

Aizawa threw an incredulous look his way before addressing you, "We aren't going to kill you. We wouldn't've saved you from that terrible animal if that were the plan. We don't kill just anyone. We wanted to introduce you to our lifestyle and now’s the best chance. Eri’s wanted to keep you since day one, but if you can't behave that'll be an issue. Can you prove to us that you’re going to behave or do we have to get you down into the cellar?”

There was no other choice than to nod. Picking up a piece of the dissected woman Hizashi muttered something about starting dinner before telling his husband that you really need to get more rest. Aizawa agreed, and since it seemed like you were having trouble getting rest he decided to give you another little dose of medicine.

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Fair City vs The Facility Au

Okay I was talking with melody recently in the dms and I just developed the most spectacular humongous au idea. It combine’s Melody’s and liloskull’s ideas and lore for Carrie and frankenstein bob along with Eris’s lab mouse au plus my becky boxleitner au and the facility Becky au.

So this takes place after the Kid Math episode. Becky is doing her usual patrols as Wordgirl with her sidekick Bob/Captain Huggy Face when one dad they just disappear. The villains start to worry about their missing hero when she stops showing up for their daily battles. The villains get more nervous when the find out that Dr. Two Brains’ daughter Becky and her pet monkey Bob are missing as well. None of the civilians make the connection between them and neither do most of the villains. Those that do well, now is not a time to talk about it with the distressed parent. At this point only Scoops knows about Becky’s secret identity as Rose has not appeared yet and Violet does not know either. She right now is more worried about her missing friend than the missing superhero. Kid Math takes over while Wordgirl and Huggy are gone. But the poor kid misses her too. Soon 3 to 4 months have passed and Dr. Two Brains is an emotional wreck. He has exhumed all his resources into finding his child and nearly thought about holding some people or the city hostage until he got his daughter back. Even Squeaky despite being vicious actually cares about Becky in a twisted way. They both ignore their obsession with cheese until Becky is found. One day, some of the local police find Becky passed out and looking malnourished in an alley way. The problem here is that she doesn’t look no longer humanoid. In fact, some of the doctors at the hospital where Becky was taken had to run some blood tests to identify here. Becky now looks like an anthropomorphic monkey but that is not the worst of it. When she woke up in the hospital, she started freaking out and panicking, acting and speaking like a regular monkey until her dad came to see her. Becky recognized her dad and eagerly went up to hug him and greet him in monkey speak. Soon after speaking to a licensed therapist, Two Brains discovers to his horror that Becky was somehow brainwashed and genetically altered so that she not only looked like a monkey, she thought she was one too and behaved as such. Poor Dr. Two Brains couldn’t even understand his child. She refused to speak human tongue as if she were afraid she would be punished for it. (eris’s idea for the lab mouse au for Two Brains) Dr. Two Brains has elected to working with Professor Robert Tubing in some hopes of returning his child back to the way she was. Even thought Two Brains can physically hold his daughter again and she still recognizes him as her dad, he feels there is a part of her that is still missing. Taken by those heartless people who he swore to make pay if he ever found them.

With Becky, she does have slight aversion to lab coats now. She doesn’t like when her dad wears them and has on occasion messed up his lab coat when he was not wearing it such as burying it or throwing dirt on it. This confirms Two Brains’ suspicions that scientists were behind what happened to his daughter. Becky also has bad nightmares and she spends most of her nights being comforted by her dad. Although Becky still cannot help people like she used too, she still has control over her powers and uses them to do minor good deeds without public eye. Kid Math and Two Brains made the lie that Wordgirl was back on Lexicon for extra hero training to stop people from worrying about the missing hero. Becky still recognizes Violet and Scoops who do their best to make Becky feel comfortable. Though Becky can’t speak she still has her vocabulary skills and will express anger or disappointment if someone misuses words. The henchmen are fine around Becky after getting used to them for a few weeks. Kid Math is surprisingly also recognized by Becky even though they had known each other for a short while. The villains give Becky her space but still help Two Brains anyway they can. 

As for how Carrie ties into this. Well after a few months of Becky’s return, she is getting better but has not spoken any human language yet. Tubing and Dr. Two Brains both think and fear it might not just be psychological trauma but also a result of Becky’s genes getting spliced with monkey DNA. They both soon realize that Becky had gotten spliced with Bob’s DNA through blood tests. Also Tubing now knows about Becky being Wordgirl but Dr. Two Brains made him swear to not tell anybody else even though Tubing said he would not risk her hero identity being revealed to anyone. Soon Carrie comes to the city and encounters Becky at Two Brains’ hideout. Even thought TB is first terrified because it is a cat person, he is confused and shocked when Becky seems to recognize her and Carrie calls Becky by their facility numbers which for Becky is 094. After calming himself down, TB confronts Carrie and pleads with her to tell him what happened with his daughter who he was constantly searching for with worry. Carrie, although still not comfortable with talking about her past, tells TB because she senses that he truly cares for his child and was wracked with grief when she disappeared. So the truth is that Carrie and Becky interacted even after Becky could no longer speak human. The way Becky and Carrie both escaped was due to Becky unleashing her powers full force accidentally one day which allowed the test subjects from the facility to escape. Unfortunately Carrie and Becky got separated in the chaos and confusion which is how Becky wound up back in Fair City way before Carrie did. Carrie does become a mom figure to Becky even though Carrie and Two Brains don’t get along at first. Soon the facility rears their ugly head when Franken Bob comes to get back Carrie and Becky.

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You know, it is quite cool and nice for people to take interesting in minor gods and obscure figures of Greek mythology... but sometimes, when I look at Youtube videos, blog posts, and other websites here and there, I realize things are blown WAY OUT of proportions and some names are given too much importance for what they are.

For example: the allegories. A lot of sources for Greek mythology are poems, hymns and other fables. As a result allegories and personifications are quite common - it is a typical poetic and artistic thing. And yes some allegories do have a STRONG mythological presence, enough to be called gods (case in point Eris, who had no cult, no worship, no religion,  who was clearly an allegory due to her very name being the word for “strife”, yet had such a key role in legends it is impossible to ignore her). But others are just that: allegories. Nobody prayed or made sacrifices to them, nobody depicted them in Ancient Greek art, and they only appear in one or two texts, because they’re just... allegories. If people in the future discover a text written in our days saying “Life is cruel” and start saying “Life was a deity of the ancient American pantheon who was renowned for its cruelty”... No. It is just a turn of phrase. Of course I am exaggerating a bit the comparison, but you see where I’m going.

Same thing with the Titans. I am not speaking about the gods-considered-titans  like Helios, Themis or Hecate, but of the rest. It is true that some of them clearly have a mythological background behind them (notably Hyperion, who clearly has a background strong enough for us to paint a picture of him, despite not being an actual god of the Ancient Greek religion) ; but others titans are treated by people nowadays as if they were of the same importance as the actual gods, when in truth a lot of them are just characters mentioned once in an epic story (often just as a name-drop to tie up genealogies) and never reappear anyhere again ; similarly a lot of people say “he was the titan of X” or “she was the titan of X”. True for a part of the titans, yes, due to them being personifictions of various things - but a lot of the “attributes” given to other titans are actually just stretched-out theory based on a possible interpretation of their name or a symbolism found in their children. Again, what we understand today by “titans” is a mix of actual well-known figures considered gods, and literary figures very obscure that probably only existed in the literary texts they came from. And a lot of the “interpretation” of these titans just seem random or, for me, comes out of nowhere - yet due to being popular they are considered as “facts” when they are not.

For example: the idea that four of the Titan brothers  actually were in charge or related to the four corners of the world. A nice idea I discovered with the Rick Riordan series, very cool. But in actual Greek mythology? Where is there a proof or a hint of this? I could not find any Ancient Greek text or any Ancient Greek art or anything really that actually hints, suggests, or prove that. I know it is written in the “analysis” section of the Theoi.com website, which is a good reference when it comes to finding Greek facts online - yet this “analysis” is not backed up by anything if you look at the rest of the page, and seems to come quite randomly. The whole symbolism of “celestial gods and entities thrown out down in the Tartarus and becoming chthonic ones”, I get it, makes sense. But where does the cardinal directions enter in this whole thing? I am just puzzled