#eris parade

[eeriecrafts]

Papa Noel Maru and his pups|| Wearing Santa Hats~

I had that little hat I made for my mythcloths some years ago and since my Yashahime and Papamaru are on the same scale...well.

They also needed something to hold, so I made some Nochebuenas for them too :)

Still waiting for mama Rin.

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[auutumn]

autumn court inspired by germanic folklore & fairytales, my beloved

[robertsbarbie]

none of my groupmates did ANYTHING over the weekend! one won’t even be here today! and we don’t have class on wednesday so there’ll be no collaboration before the final presentation! and they’re blaming the game yesterday but guess who still did their work! BEFORE the game! and they’re like ‘yeah i’m so tired’ and it’s like great! but you are in a GROUP project! and you haven’t done ANYTHING for it!!! AND YOURE STILL ARGUING WITH ME ABOUT WHETHER ITS OFFENSIVE OR NOT AND GUESS WHAT UT FUCKING IS!!!

[slimeypapers]

I already finish this! I have more things to do whit my proyect but im working in that

/click for better quality/

[bogladies]

wine n walleye!

[stormhearty]

✨ pairings: Eris x Reader x Azriel (ft. Cassian)

🔮 preview: Everything about the three of you was very opposite — you were a pastel princess, while the two were dark macabre. And yet the three of you melded together like a melting pot. Eris and Azriel adore their little princess — and would do anything to make you happy — whether it be distracting you from the voices in your head to killing a boy who looked at you a little too long.

📣 trigger warnings: mentions of blood and killing, Azriel and Eris being overly touchy with our reader, short skirts, corsets, mentions of sex (kind of explicit), pet names: my morose, my darling, sweet angel, temptation (Azriel and Eris to (Y/N)), mia cara (Azriel to Eris), mon cher (Eris to Azriel)

🔎 rating: PG-13 | 🔏 word count: 3.5k

💜 masterlist + notes: Like… I love dark gothic and the Addams family is so iconic, love them. So… Why not do an Addams Family AU x ACOTAR with our favorite boys Eris and Azriel? They would be gorgeous in macabre — like Eris giving me Morticia vibes, elegant but ruthless while Azriel is big Gomez vibes with the pinstripe suit and cigar in between his fingers; both wearing black, all the while reader being this pastel princess in bright pastels and pinks. Ugh, such a vibe. I’ve never written a bratty reader before. And thank you to @prythianpages (and sorry Hope! I couldn’t do the FIRE OF MY LOINS” as much as I love it LMAO) and @dawneternal for suggestions for the nicknames for (Y/N)!! This fic has a bunch of sexual tension and dark intentions, I hope I portray it correctly. I hope you enjoy it.

A long sigh escaped your lips, eyes staring into the hearth across the room, your eyes distant and your mind racing — a normal occurrence for you. It seemed as if your mind never calmed; voices echoed in your head, real and from beyond the grave — a silly power of clairaudience. You didn’t know what to focus on — you didn’t even know if the thoughts in your head were yours anymore and you often were found like this, staring into space, eyes unfocused.

You arrived at the spooky hilltop house not too long ago, stepping through the large wooden doors and going through familiar halls and doorways to your favorite little nook in the whole house: a simple overgrown sunroom.

Flopping down on the familiar black gothic couch, you laid perpendicular, body facing the glass ceiling, legs slung over the back of the couch. The hearth across from you roared to life as if the house knew you were home, and that thought made you smile softly. Eyes wandered around you, spotting a familiar book on the side table. You immediately recognized whose book it was — Eris’s. That man loved a good Edgar Allen Poe book, and always seemed to carry one around in his large lithe hands.

Attempting to be as graceful as your lover, you plucked the book from its place, opening the book to read a page of poetry, in an attempt to drown out the voices in your head; however, your mind continued to race, the voices in your head relentless with whispered words.

That lady down the hill… she kept saying…

The girls at work called you —-

People think you’re nothing but a —-

With a frustrated groan, you threw the thick book across the room, hearing the loud thud as it landed a few inches from the fiery hearth. A pout tugged at the edge of your pink-stained lips, eyes shifting from the faced-down book and focusing on the movement of the fire, another attempt to muffle the voices in your head.

Azriel heard the loud thud from the grand staircase and he couldn’t help but raise a brow at the sound. His shadows zoomed from underneath his feet, guiding him towards the familiar sunroom, quiet footsteps following their trail. He saw familiar pale legs slung over the black couch, feet bound in pink lolita heels, topped off with a pretty bow, and calves covered in white lace leggings.

(Y/N).

He wasn’t aware that you had arrived home, not even his shadows were aware. Usually, you would parade yourself throughout the whole house — practically announcing your presence to your lovers. But the fact that you had arrived at the house, both he and his husband were not aware of your presence in the large house made his heart feel unsettled.

Cradling a glass of wine in his hand, he summoned his shadows back to him as he walked over to the large carved archway and leaned against it, eyes shifting up from your feet to your legs, and just a bit over your knees, before noticing the discarded book near the hearth.

“Sweet angel?” he called your nickname and watched as your head popped up, eyes focusing on him and a delicate hand giving him a little wave from your position. He could tell you were too lazy to shift yourself into a proper position; however, he did not mind at all.

He got to see a gorgeous view of your tempting legs.

Though he was quite sure Eris would have a few words about it.

You laid your head back down, head hanging from the edge of the couch, and focused back on the hearth. As much as you loved being around your lovers, your head was far too occupied and all you could focus was on those damned voices.

You didn’t even hear Azriel’s footsteps grow closer to you, didn’t hear the gentle clink of the wine glass being placed down on the marble side table where the book had laid earlier. But when you felt cold hands on your knees, you were brought back from your thoughts and looked up at your lover, a worried gaze hidden deep in cobalt hues. His hands ran up your thighs, fingers touching the edge of your white tennis skirt, gently squeezing your naked thighs in his grasp.

You shivered at his touches, eyes fluttering close and a deep chuckle vibrated through Azriel — his voice always made your body tingle in the right ways.

But what you were grateful for the most was that when Azriel touched you, the voices in your head stopped — silence finally taking over your brain. And you let out a relaxed sigh, your body becoming putty on the couch, your head slacking over the edge of the couch.

Azriel recognized that sigh and couldn’t help but coo, fingers continuing to massage your thighs, his shadows slithering from underneath his fingertips to crawl over your skin, as his eyes looked over your outfit. You were dressed in a pretty white ensemble with hints of pink — a short skirt that stopped above your thighs and an intricate floral corset that hugged your curves in all the right ways. Due to your position, your skirt bunched a bit higher on your thighs, showing the juncture between your legs, with a tiny peek of your pristine white underwear, where he noticed tiny pink bows at the bottom seam. Azriel wasn’t sure whether you were trying to seduce him, but he knew from that sigh that you weren’t overtly trying to seduce him.

Your brain had just been in overdrive because of your powers.

His eyes traveled from the column of your neck to your face — one full of content and relief. Azriel was glad that he could keep you at peace, he knew how awful your powers could become when your mind was overwhelmed with voices. You had always told him and Eris that their touches were the only thing that kept the voices at bay — and they didn’t mind, they loved touching you — whether it be in the most sinful ways or the most innocent ways … but both opt for the former.

“You feeling better, sweet angel?” he murmured, his voice soft and gentle, not wanting you to be overwhelmed by your senses. He watched as his shadows slithered over your outfit and your skin and your body shivered again.

You nodded, a soft hum escaping your throat as your eyes fluttered back open to look up at him. You focused on his touch, focused on those tendrils of shadow — feeling those calloused and scarred hands squeezing and rubbing your flesh. His hands and shadows were nice and cold against your normally warm skin.

It helped calm your racing mind from those pesky voices that bothered you throughout the day.

Eyes locked onto cobalt hues and he gave you a soft smile, his hands sliding up your sides before grasping your upper back and heaving you up. A squeal escaped your lips as you were brought up to sit at the top of the couch, arms wrapping around Azriel’s strong shoulders as his hands slid to wrap around your waist, keeping you steady.

“There’s my sweet girl…” Azriel murmured, pressing a kiss on your cheek and you giggled, smelling the fruity taste of the alcohol he was drinking in his breath.

“Hi, Azzie…” you greeted him with a smile, snuggling your cheek against his own.

“You scared me for a moment, I didn’t even know you were home…” he hummed out, fingers slipping underneath the lace of your corset, tugging them to free you from the bindings.

A sigh escaped your lips and rested your cheek on his shoulder, just savoring his touches, savoring the silence of your head — focusing on your lover.

“…I’m sorry, Azzie…” you murmured, “My head was too much, I just wanted the voices to stop…”

“—-Is that why Eris’s book is on the floor, darling?” he asked with a chuckle, pressing a kiss on your shoulder as his eyes went back onto the book on the ground. He should pick it up and place it where it belongs — he didn’t want his husband’s favorite book to be burnt.

But he couldn’t be bothered at the moment — not when his favorite girl was in his arms. And he wasn’t mad — how could he be with his darling? He knew you were trying to distract yourself but it wasn’t proper etiquette to be throwing things in the house.

“Did you have a tiny tantrum?”

You pouted, bottom lip shaking a bit. You didn’t like throwing tantrums, and most of the time it wasn’t; however, you were just so frustrated with the voices you just threw the book.

You didn’t mean it.

“I’m a good girl, Azzie… Always have been…” you muttered.

Azriel chuckled again at your statement, soothingly rubbing your back.

Yes, you had always been a good girl — their good girl.

Before he could retort that statement, he heard familiar footsteps behind him, his shadows slinking back into his form. Azriel didn’t need to look behind him — he knew those foosteps like the back of his hand, “Do you think (Y/N)’s been a good girl, mia cara?”

You blinked momentarily and looked behind him to see Eris stepping into the room, dressed to the nines — a red vest over a pristine white see-through shirt and simple black slacks. You loved how opposite the two men could be — Azriel in his blue and black ensemble and Eris always in some red hue.

The redhead walked over, standing next to his husband as a hum escaped his lips, looking over your outfit.

Much like Azriel, as much as they adored you in black — what they had dubbed family colors — Eris loved you in your pink and white outfits, you were like a candy waiting to be eaten.

But mind out of the gutter, amber hues noticed the discarded book near the hearth and he couldn’t help but raise a brow. That wasn’t where he had left his favorite poetry book. It didn’t take long for the male to connect the dots — the discarded book to the question.

Eris gave a low chuckle, reaching over to run long fingers through your hair, tugging the pretty little pink headband, and watching it drop onto the couch. He smoothed your hair down over your back before he opted to grasp your hips, squeezing them as he stepped closer to you, feeling his husband step to the side to give him room.

“Seeing my book haphazardly on the floor tells me she hasn’t been a good girl, mon cher…” he answered, his breath over your features.

You could smell and taste the hint of rose tea in his breath and you couldn’t help but lick your lower lips on how alluring Eris was — well practically the both of them were. The way they stood next to each other was practically a painting made by the Gods and you were a mere mortal gazing up at their etherealness. You didn’t even care that Eris had voiced you weren’t a good girl — your mind had fogged up too quickly at the sight of your beautiful lovers, that you spaced out, staring up at them with wide-doll-like eyes that both your lovers couldn’t help but chuckle on how innocent you looked.

“My morose?” Eris whispered your beloved nickname. That snapped your attention back up at him, your head tilting. It took a moment for your mind to catch up the fog slowly dissipating.

You blinked twice before you pouted, “I have been a good girl, Eris…” you whined softly, a hand unwrapping from Azriel’s shoulder to place on Eris’s muscular upper arms, well-manicured nails gently scraping the sheer fabric, “My head had too many voices, they wouldn’t shut up… I tried to distract myself with your book and well —-”

Looking over your shoulder and focused on the book on the ground, teeth biting into your lower lip before you looked back up at your two lovers through your lashes, “…I didn’t mean to throw it to the ground, Eris… I needed a distraction…”

“And you didn’t bother looking for me or Azriel to help distract you, my morose?” Eris questioned, his voice stern yet soft, understanding why you had done that.

“I didn’t even know she was here, mia cara…” Azriel informed his husband, his hand still playing with the straps of your lace.

Eris furrowed his brows as he looked down at you — it was very unlike you to be quiet with your entry. He knew something was up — and from what he could guess, it was due to being overstimulated with your powers.

You pouted again, eyes averting their gaze as your hands slipped from their respected position on both men to play with the lapels of their outfits, “…I didn’t want to bother either of you. And my mind was just… preoccupied by the stupid voices. I didn’t want either of you to get mad too because I was so frustrated…”

You heard Eris sigh and his free hand that was not occupied with your waist, which was now joining his husband’s on your back with undoing your laces, gently grasped your chin to force you to look back up at them.

“We would never get mad at you for seeking us out to help calm your mind, my darling…” he whispered, his lips hovering over yours, “You know that we like helping you, making you feel calm and making those voices stop… What we don’t like is you trying to solve your problem by yourself… Do you understand?”

You nodded and tilted your head up to gently capture your lover’s lips — it was your way of apologizing to both of them.

Eris chuckled into the kiss, the hand on your chin moved to cup the back of your neck to deepen the kiss. All the while, Azriel had finished untying the laces and tugging the corset off of you, leaving your top half bare. You shivered as the cold air of the house prickled your skin, and it didn’t help that both of your lover’s hands immediately cupped your breast, their cold fingers teasing flesh, leaving goosebumps along their wake.

A long whine escaped your lips as your head tilted back from the kiss, mouth a gape as the men decided to lean in and press kisses on either side of your neck, their lips pressed against your pulse point.

“Since you need a distraction, our sweet temptation, we can offer our full attention…” Eris teased.

Azriel chuckled against your skin, teeth going in to bite the junction of your neck and shoulders, while Eris’s hand shifted from the back of your neck to slide to your front and down the length of your body to slip underneath that damned tennis skirt.

And when fingers pressed against your covered core it left you mewling and absolute putty in their hands.

Oh, how Azriel and Eris loved distracting you, leaving your mind empty and wanting — much like the good girl you begged them you were.

“You know you didn't have to pick me up…” you commented, though you couldn't help but be giddy that both of your lovers opted to pick you up from your little hang-out with your friends.

Azriel and Eris were leaning against the black Hearse — Azriel puffing out a cloud of smoke, a lit cigar between his fingers; Eris held a parasol, shielding himself from the sun. The two men were very stoic but immediately softened at the sight of you practically skipping towards them.

Eris cooed and opened his arms, and you hopped into them, arms wrapping around his waist while his free hand tangled into your locks, lips brushing at the crown of your head.

The two of you were lost in hushed whispers — mostly Eris asking how your little hang out and if you had fun — while Azriel just watched with a fond smile on his features. Two of his favorite and most beloved people — right there.

Cobalt hues shifted from the two of you towards the group of friends that you hung out with today. Azriel knew — oh how he knew — that your so-called friends weren’t too fond of you.

Even now he could hear them whispering how strange you were for being part of a throuple. Eyes wandering your form that was practically engulfed by Eris’s large form. And when those judgmental eyes caught with his own, Azriel glared at them and watched them scamper off in fear — all except one.

A boy whose eyes were not on him — but on you. One full of lust and want, a look that Azriel didn't like. He watched those lecherous gazes run up and down your form, the boy’s tongue sticking out to lick his lower lip.

How absolutely disgusting.

Azriel grunted softly, displeased with the development of the day. He wasn’t too fond of lingering gazes your way — his precious angel, being ogled at from afar, especially in such a lewd way. At the grunt from his husband, Eris’s amber hues looked up in a questioning gaze. Azriel didn’t need to glance at his husband, didn’t need to communicate verbally, his gaze said everything Eris needed to know.

Eris’s lips did not move from the crown of your head, his movement inconspicuous to you who was babbling on how your day went. When amber eyes glanced at where his husband was looking at with a cold gaze, Eris felt his chest roar with fire.

Eris gently pulled away, lifting your chin so he could press a kiss on your lips, feeling your hands slide up his chest and wrap around his neck. You were so lost in the kiss that you did not realize that what your lover was doing was a distraction.

Azriel sent his shadows forth, watching them skim across the concrete toward the boy, who feebly tried to run away from them. Before a yell could escape his lips, the shadows consumed him, making him disappear into thin air.

Only Azriel and Eris knew where the shadows would have brought him.

Eris hummed into the kiss, pleased with what his husband did before pulling away from the kiss, amber hues looking over your spaced-out look. How adorable were you. “Time to go home, my morose… The pups are in the back waiting for you…” he said with a smirk.

He watched you return to Earth, hearing how the hounds were in the back seat, and he let you scramble out of his hold and hop into the back seats, where the two large black hounds greeted you with face licks, you squeal in delight as you closed the door behind you.

“Will you be joining us later, mon cher?” Eris mumbled, knowing exactly where his husband would be later that evening.

Azriel let out a deep chuckle, leaning over to kiss him briefly, “Keep our girl preoccupied… I’ll be there as soon as possible… Oh, and make sure you make her moan loud, I would love to hear how well you take her from the cellar…”

Eris smirked, opened the passenger seat, and slipped in, allowing Azriel to close the door. Ensuring his husband was safely inside, Azriel made his way to the driver seat and drove home — the unwanted guest in the depths of the cellar was waiting for Azriel.

“Doesn't she sound exquisite?” Azriel muttered, head tilted back towards the ceiling, listening to the loud moans and whines that came from the floors above — the sounds practically echoing around them. A pleased sigh escaped his lips before those brows furrowed and looked down at the bloody mess of the room — body parts slewn all over the floor, blood seeping into the concrete wall.

Cobalt hues looked his way and the large bulky man stepped from the shadows, “You know what to do with the body, Cassian…” the male muttered, rolling up his blood-stained sleeves, shoulders rolling back and a sigh escaping his lips.

The large man gave a graceful bow of his head, watching the head of the family turn his heels and head up the winding stairs back up to the main floor.

Cassian was the long-time family butler, large and menacing, he fit well within the weird and strange macabre family. He was used to the bloodthirsty and morbid ways of this family, nothing phased him.

Especially when it came to Azriel and Eris's sweet angel.

Cassian quickly realized that his masters would do practically anything for the girl that caught their eye.

Especially murder.

This wasn't the first time Azriel or Eris had opted to dismember a member of society for (Y/N)… there were far too many people to count at this point for the butler.

And no one would suspect his masters — they were to quick and clean, and his job? Was making sure that evidence was erased, especially after situations like this.

With bleach and cold water in each large hand, he started to clean the cellar, packing each body part into a separate bag — where he'd feed it to the carnivorous plants that Eris loved taking care of.

They do enjoy it when they are fed humans.

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[bxriles]

On Rhysand and Eris:

I saw a post that said Rhysand and Eris were the same exact character and it low key implied that it’s hypocritical to like Eris while hating Rhysand (among other things lmao), so I wanted to give my two cents as someone who fucking hates Rhysand with every fiber of my soul but who also likes Eris. No hate to the person who made that original post. I’m just using it as an excuse to ramble and avoid the work I should be doing right now.

More below the cut:

I’ll start off by saying that Eris and Rhysand are DEFINITELY similar characters. I wouldn’t say they’re the same though. I would say they’re foils of each other instead. They both wear masks, but one of them has a support system while the other is completely isolated. But I want to go deeper than that.

I think the key difference between Eris and Rhysand lies in the reason they both wear a mask.

Rhysand. I cannot for the life of me understand why Rhysand wears a mask. Amarantha maybe? But that doesn’t make sense. He’s been wearing that mask for way longer than 50 years if his treatment of the Illyrians and the CON is anything to go by. Is it because he wants to seem powerful? Well, he already is, isn’t he? He’s ThE mOsT pOwErFuL hIgH lOrD eVeR. So it’s not that. Maybe he’s wearing the mask because he wants to keep a tight leash on Illyria and the CON? Fine, but I don’t think he’s wearing a mask at all when he interacts with Illyria or the CON. I think he actively hates them and treats them as such. If he actually gave a shit about the Illyrians, he would enforce the wing clipping ban. If he actually gave a shit about the CON, he would work harder to find the “dreamers” who are trapped down there. What does he do instead? He has Cassian bark orders at the Illyrians and actively torments the CON by torturing Keir and parading Feyre around as his own personal, glorified slut. (And no, I don’t think that’s what Feyre is, but it CERTAINLY is what Rhysand portrays her as when they’re in the Hewn City. Especially in ACOSF where he fetishizes her pregnancy…) So it doesn’t seem like he’s wearing a mask when he interacts with 2/3rds of his court. It reads like he straight up hates them.

Okay, well maybe he wears the mask to protect Velaris from outsiders? No, that doesn’t make sense. Velaris was already hidden from the rest of Prythian. No one was going to discover it. The only reason it got discovered was because Rhysand made a gamble on telling the human queens about it and it backfired.

Fine, maybe he wears the mask around the other High Lords to seem more intimidating. That seems plausible, but I don’t understand why he would do that. Coming off that way means the other HLs will never want to ally with him (as we saw in ACOWAR). And if we’re being honest with ourselves, Rhysand’s actions while wearing his mask do not do him any favors with the other HLs. In all likelihood, he killed those Winter Court children (and no, I’m not taking arguments on this point. If this mysterious other daemati really did exist, why didn’t they out Feyre and Rhysand’s alliance UTM? That daemati may not have been able to get into Rhysand’s mind but they easily could have gotten into Feyre’s or Clare Beddor’s mind instead), he stole an ancestral artifact from the Summer Court when he could have just asked for it, he allowed his wife to burn the Lady of Autumn (I know Beron didn’t gaf about that but if we’re talking alliances, hurting Beron’s wife is a great way to make sure they never work together for the greater good), and he regularly gallivants around the Spring Court when he has NO BUSINESS being there. Sooo wearing the mask around the other HLs may make him more intimidating, but it hasn’t yielded him any positive results. If anything, his behavior should have alienated him more.

So then what’s the reason for Rhysand wearing a mask? Because I haven’t figured it out. He’s just… Wearing one for shits and giggles, I guess? (We all know the real reason he’s wearing that mask is so SJM can justify him sexually assaulting Feyre UTM and twisting her broken bone.)

Eris. Eris’s reason for wearing a mask is a lot less convoluted than Rhysand’s. If Eris doesn’t wear the mask, then Beron will kill him. It really is that simple. In the HL meeting, Feyre notes that when Eris spoke up, he chose his words very carefully, which clearly implied he was trying not to provoke his father. It was even confirmed in ACOSF that Beron tortures Eris. So if Eris doesn’t wear a mask, he gets murdered. The difference is that he doesn’t have the IC sucking him off and telling him what a good guy he is because he’s wearing a mask. Eris has nobody.

I also want to note the other MASSIVE DIFFERENCE between these two characters. Consequences.

Rhysand. This mf does not face any consequences for his actions. Ever. He steals an ancestral artifact from the Summer Court? Yes, he gets the blood rubies, but those are rescinded one book later. He barges into the Spring Court all the time (Specifically ACOTAR, but also ACOFAS and ACOSF) and Tamlin never whoops his ass for it even though he would have every right to. He locks Nesta up in a house with a man she DOES NOT WANT TO BE AROUND after he crucified Tamlin for doing the same thing to Feyre? He’s NEVER challenged on this. He straight up lies to Feyre about her life-threatening pregnancy and then has the entire IC lie to her as well, and that’s that. He’s never held accountable for those lies. He sexually assaults Feyre, defiles her body with paint (the thing she LOVES), and twists her broken bone when she’s likely already septic and what happens? Nothing. It’s never brought up again. He gets away with all of it.

Eris. Eris is a great example of talk shit, get hit. He makes some hateful ass comments to Mor at the HL meeting and what happens? Azriel beats the ever loving fuck out of him. He leaves Mor on the Autumn Court border (he did NOT nail the note to her womb, as a lot of this fandom likes to pretend) and the Night Court holds a grudge bigger than the state of Texas against him for it and they bring it up every single chance they get. Eris goes after Lucien and Feyre in ACOWAR when they (illegally) cut through the Autumn Court? He gets his shit clocked by Azriel and Cassian. If there is one thing about Eris that I like, it’s that while he may dish out a lot of shit, he can also take it.

So is it hypocritical to like Eris while hating Rhysand? I guess you could say that if you still believe they’re the same exact character, but I personally don’t think they are. I also wonder if the people who think it’s hypocritical to like Eris while hating Rhysand also think it’s hypocritical to hate Eris while loving Rhysand. Just some food for thought.

[machiroads]

Don't look, i'm about to overthink this panel

Long post under the cut.

Notwithstanding that I can't figure out what's going on with Aizawa's legs here because he's twisted around or something—it's a good panel. Look at them, they're adorable. 11/10 no notes.

Actually that's not true I have so many notes.

Will someone also please get this man a blanket for god's sake

I'm going to unpack the implications here from two perspectives: Aizawa telling Eri he got hit by a truck, and Eri trying (and failing) to save Aizawa.

Tis But A Flesh Wound

Aizawa tells Eri he got hit by a truck, and a common interpretation I've seen of this is that nobody told her what happened to him. I don't necessarily think this is true, because:

A) She rewound Mirio the day before the raid

B) She was watching the fight on TV with All Might.

Canonically, she is at least tangentially aware of what happened. Aizawa also knows that she's at least somewhat aware of what happened, vis-a-vis excerpt A.

I've also seen the interpretation that Aizawa is trying to obfuscate the truth about his injuries from her (presumably because the quirk-deleting bullets were created from her blood), but again, she was watching the fight on TV.

The most rational (hah) explanation is that he's just back on his bullshit, lying to children for his own amusement.

which is. hysterical.

Anyways, onto item 2!

The Deus Ex Machina

As we saw above, Eri rewound Mirio the day before the raid. I am not a scholar of the BNHA timeline, but I did do some research while I was writing Nine Lives. My understanding is as follows:

The Shie Hassaikai raid is sometime in September

The Jaku raid is at the end of March

Mirio corroborates these two points when he arrives at Jaku, noting that he's been out of the game for about 6 months

Post-Jaku is where the timeline gets weird.

Tartarus is breached the night of the raid on Jaku and Gunga

Midoriya is brought back to UA about a month after that

The Star & Stripe fight happens the day after that

The day after that, All Might reveals they have at least a week to prepare for the final battle. Aoyama is revealed to be the traitor on the same day.

In summary, the final battle happens somewhere in the ballpark of a month and a half to two months after Jaku / Gunga.

With the timeline sort of squared away, let's move on to the interpretation I've seen some readers make, which is that Eri didn't have enough energy to rewind Aizawa. The translation of Ectoplasm's dialogue has varied between the original leaks, the fan scanlation, and the official release, leading to some ambiguity of interpretation here, but there are a few different reasons that this doesn't make any sense:

Based on the timeline outlined above, where Eri successfully sends Mirio back 6 months on the day before the raid, it doesn't really make sense that 0 to 2 months later, she couldn't hypothetically rewind Aizawa by 0 to 2 months after he loses his leg and eye. Eri's power is wishy washy at best, but this seems like it's entirely within the realm of plausibility if Aizawa wanted to be rewound.

From a storytelling standpoint, what's the point of rewinding Aizawa to de-nerf him for the final battle if him and Monoma are ultimately removed from the fight via Sad Man's Parade anyway?

My interpretation is that this doesn't actually have anything to do with Eri trying and failing to rewind Aizawa, but rather she's trying to go rescue Midoriya and help him the same way that she did during the Shie Hassaikai raid.

The inference Ectoplasm is making is that it's too late for that, because she's at home watching the fight on TV rather than already being on the battlefield. This was also the case at Jaku, where she was canonically watching the fight on TV with All Might. She must have seen Aizawa go down and wanted to go save him, but it was already too late for her to try to help.

There's an entire separate essay worth of discussion on why Aizawa continues to live with one leg and one eye (both from a canon and a meta perspective), but I won't get into that here.

In conclusion:

This panel is fucking adorable

Aizawa continues to lie to children for fun and profit

Eri is baby and is physically perfectly capable of controlling her power at this juncture, she's just geographically removed from the action because she's like seven years old

Thanks for coming to my TED Talk

[honestlyboringperson]

Persona 5 AU anyone? No? Just me? That’s fine.

Anyways, welcome to an AU that’s been bouncing around my head for nearly a year now! It was inspired by @/chrisrin’s take on the MCYT x Persona series as well as @/scruffyturtle’s ACAU! Go check ‘em out!

Team B.E.S.T.

The Scottage + Gem

Fairy Fort

Magical Mountain + Cub

More Information is under the cut!

Grian - “Ace” - The Sun Arcana - Lafayette/Eris

Grian is a college student working for a degree in architecture. He lives with in roommate Mumbo and does journalling and photography as a hobby. For some odd reason however, he can’t seem to remember anything about his past beyond simply going to college, doing a part time job, and spending time with his cousin and friends. This is because Grian isn’t really human. In this AU, the Watchers take the role of Yaldaboath, and created Grian to begin the mental shutdown cases to scare people into looking for someone to look towards. In this case, The Watcher Cult (Called the Pupils) for the Watchers to take control. During his creation, false memories were implanted in certain people in the Pupils for Grian to more seamlessly appear. But unbeknownst to them, the Velvet Room interfered and erased Grian’s memories of his purpose.

Anyways, onto the personas, Grian’s persona is Lafayette, a key figure in the American Revolutionary War and the French Revolution. In both wars, he was known to lead his armies in decisive battles of the war to secure their victory. Even today, he’s celebrated as a hero in both France and in the US. This fits in with canon Grian’s habit of rebelling against any governmental entity that’s in the Hermitcraft server (although he is currently the government) l

His Ultimate persona is Eris, the Greek goddess of chaos and strife. She was the instigator of the Trojan war, where she threw at apple at Aphrodite, Hera, and Athena. She stated that it was for the “fairest goddess” and one thing led to another, and several kingdoms are now at war with each other. Wow, starting a war for shits and giggles? That sounds like Grian!

Jimmy - “Sheriff” - The Fool Arcana - Black Bart/Baldr

Grian’s cousin and charmingly unlucky, Jimmy is often the target of teasing. He’s the one to egg Grian on to actually go to class instead of just doing the online assignments. He’s personally seeking a degree in education, and is a stickler for the rules he agrees with. Unbeknownst to him, he was a victim of the Pupils and one of the people that had false memories implanted in him. He’s extremely excited about being a phantom thief, but his joyous excitement will be tested through the story.

His Persona is Black Bart, an American Outlaw who is known for the poetic messages he left behind after two of his stagecoach robberies. He is considered a gentleman bandit with a flair for style and sophistication. He brandished a shotgun, but was noted to never fire it during his robberies. He was famed to the point there is an annual parade in Redwood Valley, California where there is a Black Bart Parade where he is played and portrayed as a stereotypical Old West Villain.

Anyways, Baldr is Jimmy’s Ultimate Persona. Baldr is a Norse god, and was well loved by everyone in the Aesir. He had a prophetic dream where everything is destroyed and gets terrified. His mother then makes everything in existence to personally promise her they won’t hurt him, rendering him near indestructible. But there was one thing that didn’t promise his mother; mistletoe. Loki kills Baldr when the other gods made a game where they throw countless weapons at the newly indestructible Baldr where he throws a spear made of mistletoe at him. He was the metaphorical “canary in the mine” due to his death being the first domino that trigger Ragnarok. Baldr only returns from the dead after Ragnarok throughly destroys everything.

Impulse - “Rook” - The Hierophant Arcana - Wayland/Hephaestus

Impulse owns a small prop weapons company where he forges and creates prop weapons in his own garage. He is coined the “dad” of the group, but would let a stupid scheme play out if he thinks it’s going to be funny. Unknown to anyone but his close friends (Skizz, Gem, and Pearl), but Impulse has a criminal record. He once worked under the one of the biggest mafia families in the country, and he was caught by the police after his teammates from the mafia abandoned him and used him to distract the cops. Ever since then, Impulse has been secretly trying to locate his former teammates to enact revenge on them.

Wayland is Impulse’s persona. Wayland was a blacksmith who was enslaved under a king. He had revenge on the king by killing both his sons and built wings to escape the king. Afterwards, he supplied weapons to several other people in myths and stories such as Charlemagne and his paladin as well as Beowulf as their weapons maker. Impulse is an advocate for burying the hatchet after using the hatchet to brutally destroy those who wronged him.

Impulse’s Ultimate Persona is Hephaestus, the Greek god of the forge and blacksmiths. After being thrown off Mount Olympus, he swore revenge on Hera. He enacted said revenge by trapping her on top of a golden throne that made her unable to get up. Not only in this story, but also in tales such as Aphrodite’s affair, he is noted to be very vengeful and will not yield unless his demands are reached.

Martyn - “Knave” - The Judgement Arcana - Atlantis/Judas

Martyn is a stagehand in the local theatre known for his friendly and amiable demeanour. However, under that cheery demeanour is a burning desire for revenge. Martyn’s parents were devout worshippers of the Watchers and worked under the Pupils. He was subjected to several grievances due to his parents volunteering him for the Pupil’s experiments and abuses. Ever since he’s escaped, he has focused on destroying the cult. He’s been working as a grey hat hacker to clients with varying levels of morality to get money and further his research on the cult.

Martyn is the navigator of the team with his persona Atlantis. Atlantis was a city that was sunk beneath the sea for being too greedy. It was noted to possess technology that surpassed the technology of times and even to this day, it’s still being searched for. The people were of divine descent, and lost their humility as they became more human after each generation.

Martyn’s ultimate persona is Judas. Judas was one of the original disciples for the Big J, and sold out him out for 30 pieces of silver. Martyn’s story in this AU revolves around his grudge against the Pupils and the Watchers, so his persona is someone who betrayed a religious figurehead.

Mumbo - “Vamp” - The Hermit Arcana - Galileo/Thoth

Mumbo is Grian’s roommate and a self proclaimed “spoon”. He is working towards a degree in Computer Science and is often found tinkering with old technology in his room, often to the point him and Grian step on loose screws and pieces of plastic on a weekly basis. Much like Jimmy, he had false memories of Grian implanted in him, which would come into conflict when the origins of Grian is revealed. This was because the main reason he joined the Phantom Thieves was out of concern for Grian. According to him, the day he turned 18 is when his signature moustache just grew spontaneously.

Mumbo’s persona is Galileo, the father of modern science and the scientific method. His studies were considered blasphemous against the church and he was sentenced to house arrest. Even though he was imprisoned, he still had faith in his discoveries and continued his studies within the confines of his house,

His Ultimate Persona is Thoth, the Egyptian God of the moon, wisdom, knowledge, writing, hieroglyphs, and judgement. He’s associated with Hermes and due to the connection, created the epithet Trismegestus. He is someone who solves his issues with diplomacy and reason instead of pure power and strength.

[shadowqueenjude]

Do we really think Mor is the only person who Beron tried to arrange a marriage for Eris with? I feel like this has been an eternal struggle for Beron to marry off his son while Eris is forced to be paraded around like fodder.

[b0xerdancer-writes]

B0xerdancer's ACOTAR Masterlist

The Moon Only Glows When Kissed By The Sun Helion x Inner Circle!Reader

The Predator and His Prey Azriel x Reader Smut

Baring Teeth Azriel x Archeron!Reader

Our Little Secret Eris x Azriel's Twin! Reader

Snow White Peaks Cassian x Illyrian!Reader

The Heir Of Spring Tamlin x Archeron!Reader The Warrior with the Poets Heart Tamlin x Fae!Reader

The Rockrose and the Thistle Tamlin x Reader

The Maiden That Stuck Around Tamlin x Reader

Paper Faces on Parade Tamlin x Reader

It Wasn't Supposed to Happen Like This Eris x Rhys's Sister! Reader Pt 1, Pt 2, Pt 3,Pt 4, Pt 5, Pt 6

[robertsbarbie]

happy last kc game of the year it’s been real

[profound-imagination]

No Parade - Eris Vanserra

Did I write this for @thatlosernoonelikes and @thatlosernoonelikes only? Yes, yes I did. Surprise my beloved! I hope you enjoy it!

T/W: Angst, mentions of blood and torture.

W/C: 3.4k

The story was supposed to last, you were never supposed to be, just somebody in the past, somebody I used to see, trouble crept up on us, warning never came in time. 

“Run.” Eris’s word was final as he spoke. His eyes flicked toward his chamber door, an acknowledgement of the banging coming from the other side of it. “Y/N, please you need to run, they can’t find you here!” He hissed, dragging you towards the portrait that had hidden a secret passage for longer than either of you had been alive. “Lucien will be waiting for you.” He whispered urgently. Still, you resisted. “Not without you.” You spoke quietly, “He’ll kill you for this, Eris.” Tears welled in your eyes at the words. “I’ll face it with you.” You whimpered as the door began to splinter. Eris’s face shuttered at your words, emotions flickering over it as he registered that you would stay and face whatever this was with him. Death or worse. 

 “No, my love, you need to go on, promise me you’ll go on, no matter what happens?” You shook your head, “I can’t.” He was pushing you towards the tunnel now. “You can.” He insisted, “You’re so strong, so brave and I need you to be that for me now.” You were still shaking your head as he placed a gentle kiss on your lips, “There is no life without you,” you told him, “If you die, I will follow you into the mothers embrace.” He braced the side of the portrait, to close the entrance, “No, you won’t.” He all but whispered, “Promise me?” You didn’t want too, you really didn’t but something in his face told you that he needed this, he needed to know you would go on without him as he was about to face whatever was waiting for him.  

You placed your hand over his, to stop him from closing the door, “I promise.” You whispered back, tears falling freely now. He kissed you one last time as the burning of a bargain tattoo faded in the centre of your chest. The door splintered open then, and Eris threw himself into the middle of the room and raised the sword he had in his left hand. You watched it all unfold through the crack between the portrait and the wall. “None of that now.” His father hissed as he sauntered in, surrounded by his own men. Coward. 

 High Lord or not, his son was stronger than him and he knew it. Fire raced towards Eris, so hot it burned white, you could feel the heat from your hiding space. He tried, you could see that he tried to stay on his feet, to fight the pain he was so accustomed to but it was in vain as the blade you hadn’t seen sunk into the space between his ribs and twisted. You would’ve screamed if not for Lucien appearing behind you, wrapping his hand over your mouth, and pulling you down the tunnel. As Eris hit the floor, he looked towards the portrait and smiled, smiled at you, at his brother pulling you away. “I’ll find you, always.” He mouthed. There was nothing left of you or your heart as Luicen winnowed and you went limp in his arms. “The Night Court.” You told him, “I don’t think that is a good idea-” Lucien tried and you started to thrash in his arms. “Take me to my brother, now!” He sighed and did as you had demanded. Your brother was waiting for you, he knew you would come. With tears still pouring down your face, you pulled yourself out of Lucien’s arms. “You betrayed him!” You roared, “You sold him out! Why?” Your brother said nothing, and you threw yourself towards him, only to be caught around the waist by one of his friends. “Calm down, please calm down.” His friend spoke gently. “Why, Rhysand? Why?!”  

Screaming, screaming was what woke you. It took you a few seconds and Cassian almost ripping your door off its hinges for you to realise it was you that was screaming. You took in Nesta, wrapped in her silk robe standing in the doorway as Cassian scooped you into his arms and sat down where you had just been laying. “Sorry,” you croaked at her, your throat raw from screaming. She gave you a small smile as Cassian wordlessly handed you a glass of water from your bedside, “It’s okay, don’t even worry about it, I know what it’s like when the nightmares grip you like that.” Of course she did you thought, you had been there when she was thrown into the cauldron. You had chosen to live with Cassian and Nesta after Rhys has betrayed you, betrayed Eris. That had been so long ago now, and you still had not spoken to your brother, you couldn’t forgive him, couldn’t forgive Feyre who was the mastermind of the whole thing, after more of their lies had caught up with them. 

“That night again?” Cassian asked quietly and you nodded at him, watching the shadows gather in the corner of your room, counting the seconds until they materialised into the only other Illyrian you could tolerate. The two of them always knew when you needed them, you didn’t want to think about how Rhys probably had something to do with that. “He’s not dead?” You croaked as Azriel appeared and took the space next to you and Cassian. Azriel shook his head, “No, he's not dead.” Azriel had gone against your brother. Something he was still paying for, he was not sorry he told you as he defied his orders and sent shadows out to find Eris, to confirm if he was dead. His shadows, however, would not reveal where he was, just that he was breathing and nothing else. Cassian had decided that was because wherever he was, was not somewhere another person should wander. Nesta perched next to you and Cassian on the edge of the bed, “If he was dead, you’d know, this would burn and fade.” She said, gently placing her hand on the Star and Flame bargain tattoo on your chest. You nodded at her gratefully. "I'm sorry I woke you both, I’m okay.” Nesta squeezed your hand and Cassian kissed the top of your head before unceremoniously dropping you into Azriel’s lap. “It’s never a problem, Y/N.” He said, following his wife out the door. “You don’t have to stay with me, Az,” You yawned and despite what you had told him, you curled further into his chest. He wrapped both his arms and his wings around you, “I know, but I always will.” He said, “You know, while you’re on a hot streak of defying Rhys, you should date Elain if that’s what you both want. He needs to learn he can’t control all aspects of everyone's lives.” Azriel huffed a laugh, “Who said I wasn’t?” You gasped quietly, “That’s who you smell like!” Azriel just smirked, “Go to sleep, we’ve got a long day of playing happy families tomorrow.”  

The sunrose before you were ready for it. Apparently you hand’t moved, still lying on Azriel who was snoring softly. You nudged him gently, “Az, Az you need to wake up.” He groaned softly, “We need to get up and get ready for this stupid High Lord’s meeting.” He groaned again, “Gotta face my stupid brother.” You said sitting up. “Want the wraits help getting ready?” He asked, stretching as he sat up, you smiled at him, “Please?” He nodded, and a shadow darted away. You could totally understand why Elain was head over heels for your friend, even if you did ache for Lucien, however, he seemed to be happier than ever when he was with Vassa. Azriel stood, ran his hands through his hair and made his way towards the balcony doors, “Az?” he stopped and turned to look at you, “Thank you, for everything.” You told him, he smiled, “Anytime, kid.”  

The wraiths had spent hours getting you ready. A true princess of night as you arrvied at the Hewn City. Nesta and Elain were the first to notice you, fawing over how beautiful you looked. Both falling silent as a presence appeared behind you. “Sister, you look radiant. Rhysand. As usual, you ignored him and moved to walk away. He grabbed your arm and span you towards him. “How long are you going to keep this up? This moping over Vanserra, it has been nearly a decade.” He asked. You went to open your mouth, to ask him how long he would need to mope over Feyre but the doors behind him open and your back went ridgid as Eris Vanserra strolled in. Rhys span, sensing your tension, ensuring you were behind him. Azriel and Cassian were at your back in an instant. “Rhysand.” He purred as he approached, “Eris.” Your brother purred back, you went to move around Rhys, to throw yourself at him but Azriel stopped you, “Something is wrong,” he murmured to you, “He smells wrong, even my shadows don’t want to approach him.” Eris did not say more as he strode into the meeting room, he didn’t even look at you as he brushed passed you. “What have you done?!” You hissed at Rhysand, your first words to him in 10 years. “I-I don’t know.” Was all he said.  

None of the High Lords knew quite what to make of Eris’ reappearance. None of them had laid eyes on him in 10 years. And yet, there he sat, even more of a swaggering asshole than he pretended to be before. No, this was no act anymore. Something fundamental had changed within him and not even Helion couldn't detect what had happened. “Witchcraft.” Was all the High Lord of Day had muttered. You stared at him the entire meeting. Unapologetically stared at him. “Well, is no one going to welcome back my son? He’s been travelling for the last 10 years.” Beron crooned and your spine straightened as you recalled that night, the gleam in his eye as he came for his son. You stared at him the entire meeting. Unapologetically stared at him. Eris smirked at you, “Like what you see, pretty girl?” he asked in a voice that did not belong to him, it was old, it was ancient, and it made your stomach churn. Rhys bared his teeth but it was Cassian who said, “You don’t talk to her, you don’t look at her, you don’t even think about her.” Eris laughed and the sound washed over you. Wrong, wrong, wrong. Your blood was screaming at you. “And what are you going to do about it?” Eris asked. You placed a hand on Cassian’s arm. “It’s fine Cass, ignore him.” You said quietly. Eris laughed again, “I tell you what, Illyrian, I won’t think about her, if she stops thinking about me.” Rhys’ hands hit the table, “Enough!” He snapped. All colour had drained from your face as Nesta lead you out of the room. “We don’t need to stay for the meeting.” She said, you shook your head, “Go back Nes, most of them are more scared of Lady Death than my brother.” She snorted a laugh, “I won’t get in any trouble, I promise.” She nodded and left you stood in the hallway.  

You had taken to wandering up and down the hallways aimlessly, failing at not thinking about Eris. How could someones voice be the exact same but so so different? How could spellwork even terrify Helion? Beron wasn’t that strong, and he certainly wasn’t talented enough in magic to pull off whatever had been done to Eris. You gasped as someone grabbed your elbow, placed a hand over your mouth and pulled you into a hidden alcove. Chest heaving, you opened your eyes and took in who stood before you. Eris. “Still thinking about me, I see.” He purred in your ear. You shoved him away, “You’re not Eris.” You hissed, “Oh? Then who I am I darling?” He smirked, you studied his eyes, there was nothing of Eris in them, no wildfire, no simmering rage, no softness that he kept hidden, just emptiness. “I don’t know but I will find out and you will give him back.” You said through gritted teeth, and he laughed again, as if you had told the funniest joke in the world. "What happened to you? What did your father do to you?” You asked quietly, Eris scoffed, “Made me better.” Every word he said sent chills up your spine, this was no longer the male you were safest with. You looked him up and down and your breath caught, his bargain tattoo, it was gone. Before you could even consider what that meant he leant into you, his lips by your ear, “I’ll see you soon, Princess, keep thinking about me.” With that he turned and left, and you ran for Rhys.  

“You’re sure about this?” Rhysand asked you later that afternoon, sitting in his office as you recounted what had happened in the alcove to him, Cassian and Azriel. “Yes, Rhysand, I’m sure.” You snapped. “The tattoo is gone, there’s no reason for it to be gone, he’s still alive somewhere but that isn’t him. If he were dead, I wouldn’t still have mine and theres no reason for his to be gone.” Rhys sighed, “Okay,” You interrupted whatever he was going to say, “This is your fault Rhysand, you sold him out, whatever he has been through the last 10 years, is entirely on you and Feyre and the lies you tell. Fix it.” You said hands on your hips. “I understand that you are angry and that seeing him today couldn’t have been easy, but you need to think about what you're asking, this could start a war.” You scoffed, “There was enough violence over Feyre. You will do this for me Rhys, you will make this right or you will lose me forever.” Cassian cringed as you crossed your arms over your chest. Rhys sighed again, looked at Azriel and nodded. Azriel strode to the balcony doors and took off without a word. You shot a panicked look at Cass, “Let him deal with it for now. "Cassian said, offering you his hand, let’s go and find Nesta and have some tea?” You nodded, stepping towards him, “Actually, I’d like to talk to my sister.” Rhys drawled. “Fine.” You said sitting back down.  

“We need to put this silly feud behind us.” He said, crossing one leg across the other and you scoffed, “Silly feud?! Rhysand, you handed over the man I loved to his barbaric father who had done nothing to abuse him since he was young to cover up another of Feyre’s lies.” Rhys’s face softened for just a second, “You are right, I did do that, but there will be other Males, you only have one brother.” You sighed, “I know that Rhysand, but I can’t explain how much I love him, because I can’t talk to you about him, you have such a preconceived idea of him, of what happened to Mor, but she has never told the truth about that day.” Rhys rolled his eyes, “We know exactly what happened that day!” “No, you don’t! There was so much more than him not helping her that day! Which by the way, had he done so, by Autumn Law, she would have been his, his property, his to own. Why do you think he was working so hard to get rid of his father? He’s done more in secret for the women of Autumn than you have ever done for the Illyrian females!” With that, you span on your heel and left.  

It was a week before you heard from Azriel. You were woken to the middle of the night to him shaking you, to Cassian sat on the edge of your bed, Rhysand stood at the foot of it. You could smell the blood on Azriel but to you, there was always two Azriel’s, the one who let you curl up on his lap like a cat and soothed your nightmares, and the other one, the one you barely saw, the one who sunk so far into an icy killing rage that no one could reach him until he’d achieved his goal. “We’ve found him.” Rhysand said and that was all you needed to be out of bed, pulling on clothes. “Absolutely not!” Cassian said and you whirled on him, “I’m coming with you!” Rhys just nodded at Cassian, to tell his brother that you’d be coming with them. “Your leathers, Y/N, it's going to be a fight.”  

Eris didn’t know who he was anymore, he remembered that night, but he couldn’t remember how long ago it was. Days? Months? Years? Decades? Centuries? They’d taken him apart so many times and put him back together again, pieces of him missing each time and then that thing had appeared in front of him. Or he had appeared in front of himself? He wasn't sure. He’d spent so long hanging in this chamber suspended by his arms he was sure he had lost his mind. He hated them, hated them all. He'd spent the beginning of this ordeal fighting, when he had given that up, he had reopened the scar from where his father had stabbed him and let it fester. He was so close to death when they had figured it out and healed it. He'd been hanging by his arms whenever he was in here ever since. 

He cracked one eye open at the sound of chaos and screaming. Then closed it again, he didn’t care anymore, he just hoped he would die in whatever was going on. Footsteps came towards him and he cracked an eye open again and there she was. His beloved, covered in blood, wearing Illyrian leathers, fighting knives in each of her hands. An avenging angel. A Princess of Nightmares indeed. She dropped the knives when she spotted him and breathed out his name, “Eris!” he forced open his other eye. “Hello my love.” He croaked. The first time he had used his voice in God knows how long. “I’m broken.” He said and her face softened, “I’m not the Male I was.” She smiled gently, “I’ll help you.” She said quietly, then his vision faded and Eris lost consciousness to the sound of her screaming.  

When he woke again, he was in a big open room, he could see the mountains, feel the breeze. “Hi.” He looked to the side and saw her sat next to his bed, he went to move his arm and they were restrained, and panic surged through him, the fire in his veins began to spark and come back after being gone for so long. “You’re okay, you’re okay!” She rushed out, “We just need to make sure you have control of yourself.” He tried hard to calm himself, but power was rushing at him faster than he could deal with. More power than he’d ever had before. “My father, he will know I’m gone.” He croaked. “Your father, and his little puppet are dead, I couldn’t just sit here and wait for you to wake up, not after Azriel pulled the truth of what they had done to you over the last decade out of the head guard where they were holding you.” He blinked twice, “My father, my father is dead? She nodded, “Yes, High Lord, he’s dead.” That explained the power then. “But I can’t be High Lord, I’m not stable anymore.” She shook her head. “Lucien is holding the fort until such time as you are healed, whether it be in 100 years or 500 years, but don’t worry about that now, all you need to do is heal.” He nodded slowly. “We’re in Velaris right now, Rhysand has had the best healers from here and the Day Court healing you, but when you are strong enough to travel, we can go wherever you want.” Eris cleared his throat, “I just want to be wherever you are but it's going to be hard, I see it all again when I close my eyes.” She wrapped her hand around his, “I feel it all again when I sleep.” She kissed the side of his head, “I’ll be here, every step of the way.”  

[doodlegirl1998]

Bk is the root of all problems

I mentioned this on a reblog about the Dabi's fate...and it deserves to be expanded.

Yes, BK is the root of all problems in MHA, especially regarding Izu.

It all boils down how much BK is allowed to abuse his victim, Izu, and the fandom finds funny. They laugh and make meme. Hori written this way.

If people find BK abusing Izu and trying to kill him as funny or "shippable" why the others abusers would get a different view?

If BK can hurt Izu and no one seems to react or care...

Endy can have his pity party and be "me, me, me"

Aizawa can be a terrible teacher(a terrible, spiteful, mean spirit teacher who detest Izu and am for no reason)

The heroes can belittle Izu and be fine bc...if Izu can't be mad at his primary abuser....why he would care if Hound Dog shouts at him and belittle him?

Izu was a joke for a majority of the fans, caring only when about shipping (what IZU can do for X, Y and Z) and now he is hated bc he couldn't save a lunatic who didn't even wanted to be saved and ...this cost Izu everything but guess who is hated? (Fun fact Izu and Shig are equally underveloped but paralleling the other. "Izu wants to save anyone" "shig wants to destroy everything")

Sigh

It's just...the blame is on BK.

But guess who is the beloved in this franchise?😒

Hi @mikeellee 👋,

An excellent point here.

I can't help but think of Hori kept a hard-line stance on Bkg and made him a minor antagonist as intended we would not have gotten the pity parade "redemption" of Enji or as much of Overhaul.

Because Bakugou and everything to do with how well recieved he was being a POS in a story about heroes laid the groundwork for other characters who have done worse things to be "redeemed" - namely also grow over the stories that should have been thier victims.

Bakugou grew over Izuku's story.

Endeavor grew over the Todofam's story.

Overhaul grew over Eri's story.

Aizawa and his glorification in the narrative probably would have remained the same because of his position as Hori's mouthpiece, but the other factors about his storyline could have changed. And he could had a character growth arc.

Bakugou is a useless horrible parasite on Izuku, the narrative and the story in general. He deserved to have been booted from the story yet because he is beloved by Hori and the fans he gets everything that should have been Izuku's.

Izuku deserves better in canon and in the fandom. Izuku and Shig's parallels and narrative could have been really interesting under a writer who cares for them both - sadly this is Hori.

[mythsandheather]

Inspired by @raedshadowlegends post on which characters would be pro or anti vax I did one on who I think is and is not for the gays. Shitty image quality, explanations as follows:

DOES NOT SUPPORT PRIDE/LGBTQ+

Persephone: Hades hates it so she does too. Also she’s attack all manner of marginalised people already in thinly veiled hate crimes, so this isn’t surprising for her.

Hades: uses slurs on a regular basis and named gay marriage in the underworld, micro-aggressions Morpheus all the time

Hera: same as Hades, just not as open about it. Trying to get gay marriage banned on Olympus. It’s not working.

Apollo: sometimes whispers slurs when he thinks no one will hear him and kick his ass

Kronos/Rhea: Hades inherited it from them

Daphne: friends with Persephone, toxic to Thanatos, you do the math.

Eros: gay coded but in a Shane Dawson way

Hecate: is a lesbian and trying to convince herself she’s not in case Hades fires her or Persephone turns her into a basket

DOES SUPPORT PRIDE/LGBTQ+

Hermes: cool with everyone. Remembers pronouns the best.

Amphitrite: her and Poseidon have a gay bar

Hypnos: queer and a supportive dad

Artemis: lesbian. Calls Apollo out on his shit. Hasn’t told Persephone for good reason.

Poseidon: him and amphitrite have a gay bar

Minthe: railed Demeter at a pride parade

Athena: goes to pride alone

Psyche: new to the concept of pride but loves it so far

Demeter: got railed by Minthe at a pride parade

Thanatos: does drag to cope

Morpheus: does her best to educate others

Ares: bi but hasn’t told Hera cuz she’ll disown him

Zeus: king of the gays. Gay marriage is legal because of him.

Eris: owns many many many queer sexy nightclubs

OTHER

Dionysus: only a baby now but will one day be a holy queer terror to his shitty adopted parents

Hephaestus: not bothered by what anyone does, will just say “hey, good for you”.

Leuce: doesn’t get the concept of pride but wants everyone to be happy equally

Thetis: wants everyone to be miserable equally

Chiron: doesn’t support pride as much as you’d think a mental health professional would, but she also says a lot of things you wouldn’t think a good mental health professional would say.

Aphrodite: in her own business but as the goddess of love, sees no reason to object to pride.

Hebe: wants to be just like her mom but also thinks she might be pan and nonbinary and isn’t sure what to do

Hestia: makes Athena go to pride alone bc she’s busy sucking up to H+P.

Should I do more graphs like this with my undeniably correct opinions?

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Revenge

Pairing: Eris x Reader

Summary: When your ex destroys your most precious thing what do you do? Cry? Of course but not before taking revenge.

A/N: First Eris fic!!🥳 Reader is Rhysand's sister. I think I went a little overboard... oh well🤷‍♀️

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What The Fuck?

I gasp the second I walk into my library, noticing the gaps in the shelves. My library shelves never have space. The whole room is filled with my most precious obsession.

My books.

Where the hell are my books?

When I walk deeper into the room, I notice a big box in the middle. The rectangular box is gift wrapped with a red shiny wrap, held together by a orange bow on top.

On closer observation, I see an envelope tucked under the ribbon. I take it out and open it, seeing only two sentences scribbled in perfectly fine handwriting, a handwriting I know by heart. Eris.

Seems like we are at war now, sweetheart. How do you like my gift?

My eyebrows furrow. I put down the note and envelope, and open the bow, tearing the gift wrap, I lift the lid.

I freeze upon seeing ash.

The box is filled with ash. Grey mixing with black, creating a rather beautiful image. Except it isn't admirable. When I touch the ash mixed with small pieces of paper that hasn't fully burned. My books.

He burned my books.

I intake a sharp breath, my vision blurs as tears fill my eyes but I don't let them fall. Some people might say I'm overreacting, but I'm not. My books are everything to me. I love them. I treat them better then I treat myself.

And He burned My Books.

That piece of shit.

He knew how much I love them. I've talked to him thousands of time about my books, expressing my feelings about them. I don't even let anyone so much as, touch my books. But I let him. I trusted him.

I loved him. We broke up because his father attacked us. Barron ordered a few Autum Court soldiers to parad down at the Court of Nightmares and kill innocent people, not that the people living there are innocent in anyway, but by attacking a part of Night Court, he declared War.

I gave him a choice, choose between me and his father. I was stupid enough to hope he would choose me. Of course it would be his father. Even though he hates his father to guts, he would still need him to make him high lord. And being The High Lord of Autum Court meant more to him than anything else, including me.

So now we are at War. Two courts fighting against each other. What could go wrong, eh? Apparently everything.

None of the other courts want to help any of us. They don't want unnecessary violence, which is alright, considering Night Court is much stronger than Autum Court. Barron is a fool to think he can win. And now, Eris is too, as it seems.

I blink my eyes clear of tears and stand up. I count the empty shelves where there once were books, trying to see how many I lost. Sixty–Five. He destroyed sixty–five of my most loved books.

Rage burns in my veins. Hurt overcome by anger. The need to burn him in exchange fills my entire body. But I calm myself before I do something idiotic. I take deep breaths trying to plan what I'm going to do in return. I get out of the room, taking careful steps as I go.

You want to play? Fine. Let's play.

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I twist my hand, snapping the necks of the two guards standing in front of the entrance. I slam open the doors without touching them, barreling down the halls of Autum Court Palace.

This is too easy.

Killing every guard that comes in my way, I go to the main hall. I almost feel bad for the people loosing their life over something their stupid prince did, but my mind is seeing and feeling nothing but red.

When I first described my plan to Rhysand, he was hesitant to let me leave, but realizing that we would be at advantage in this fight by the end of it, he gave me permission.

Now here I am. Walking through enemy land, like a I own it. Removing every obstacle that comes between me and my destination.

I push the doors to the throne room open, and scoff at the few high fea trying to keep me out by their so called magic. I raise an eyebrow and stand their for a few minutes, giving them a chance to stop me. I smirk at their pathetic attempts of imprison me.

I am most powerful here, and they know it.

I raise my hands and twist my wrists, snapping a dozen necks in one motion. I walk father into the room rolling my eyes at the laying bodies. Such a mess.

I take a look around the room. The red carpet running in a straight line from the door to the throne. The levels containing seats for every nobal in Barron's circle. And finally the throne Eris so badly wants to sit at.

Coloured with different shades of red, orange and yellow mixing together. Backrest shaped like fire, built so tall I have to crane my neck to see the top. It's beautiful, I'm not going to lie. Almost makes me feel bad for what I'm about to do.

I turn back around, walking out the same way I walked in. Passing the fallen bodies, I snap my fingers once. Heat explods behind me as I walk out of the door. When I turn to look at the damage I'm doing, I smile.

Fire is lined up from the throne, quickly catching and burning everything in it's way. I smile brighter when I slam the doors shut and drop a small note on the ground near them. He burned my books so I'm burning to only thing he holds most dear in this entire world.

It seems we are. Hope you like my gift.

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