#eris reblogs

[leave-her-a-tome]

@lannegarrett let's respect our fellow writers by giving credit where credit is due! This post is from @toboldlywrite in 2019.

I know adverbs are controversial, but "said softly" means something different than "whispered" and this is the hill I will die on.

[deanbrainrotwritings]

— Shuffle On

I LOVE MUSIC. thanks for tagging me @kaleldobrev <333

Rules: Shuffle your ON REPEAT playlist and list the first 10 songs that play, tag 10 people.

My Apple Music playlist is scattered and based off songs I get obsessed with over the years. it's a dumpster, basically

“Please Don’t Change” — Jung Kook & DJ Snake

“The Saint, The Sword, And The Savior” — Jamies Elsewhere

“The (Shipped) Gold Standard” — Fall Out Boy

“Baby Come on Home” — Led Zeppelin

“3D” — I See Stars

“Second & Sebring” — Of Mice & Men

“Can’t Find My Way Home” — Blind Faith

“A Light That Never Comes” — Linkin Park

“Spring Day” — BTS

“Verona” — Muse

Okay, maybe I’ve been playing the same music for the past 15 years, sometimes I’ll discover something new, but hey, it’s good music. <333

No Pressure Tags : @deansbbyx @deanwithscissors @eevvvaa @syrma-sensei @k-slla @winchestergirl2 + anyone else <33

[erifin-alt]

Hello ladies!

[clockwork-ashes]

Sparks and Shadows

Summary: Eris is surprised when Azriel comes looking for him at the Forest House (one-shot).

Note: Thank you to @ninthcircleofprythian @cauldronblssd and @teddyhoneybear for just being really nice :) Thank you to everyone who reads <3

“Don’t move.” 

Eris listened to the command, but he knew it would take very little effort to simply set the Night Court’s best spy alight. Half a thought, and Azriel, along with his strange shadows, would be nothing but ash. 

Their centuries-long dance of sorts, and Azriel would be acting as the lead tonight, Eris thought. 

The torches in the room flared in warning as Eris leaned into Azriel’s touch in a silent challenge, one that the shadowsinger seemed prepared to accept.  

Azriel kept a gloved hand tightly against Eris’s mouth, pressed the sharp point of truth-teller between his shoulder blades. Eris felt as the edge cut through his thin white shirt, he had been ready for bed, had not been dressed for such a guest. 

Lips just touching the arch of Eris’s ear, Azriel murmured, “I’m going to move my hand.” Eris felt as truth-teller cut his skin, as the smallest drop of blood made a trailing path down his back. Azriel continued, “I don't want to hear a sound.” 

Eris rolled his eyes, even though he knew the other male was unable to see the gesture. He grunted in response, and the hand fell from his mouth, instead wrapping around his throat. 

Eris wondered if Azriel was doing that just to irritate him, as a reminder of the last time the other male had found himself in the Forest House, when their positions had been… switched. 

Eris arched his neck, lifted a brow. “To what do I owe this visit?”

Azriel’s hand tightened uncomfortably around the Autumn heir’s neck. “I thought I told you to keep quiet.” 

“That’s no fun,” Eris’s voice was strained, his breaths smaller. The fireplace on the room’s other side dimmed in response. Eris did not truly believe Azriel had come to kill him, he had had plenty of chances over the years and had never taken any of the countless opportunities to do so. 

Azriel’s tone suggested he was serious, perhaps even desperate, unbelievably easy to read. “Nod if you know anything about the human queens.” 

Eris tilted his chin, and Azriel said nothing for a long moment before loosening his hold. 

“Then you’re still of use to me,” Azriel spat, shoving Eris away and stepping back to put some distance between them, truth-teller now in its sheath. “Tell me what you know,” he ordered, hazel eyes dark. 

Eris rubbed at the sore skin of his neck and shrugged, looking at Azriel over his shoulder, lips tilted up in a mocking smile. “Why would I do such a thing?” He walked towards his dresser, grabbing an already opened bottle of cognac and filling the glass he had left there.

“Don’t play games, Rhysand is asking.” Eris scowled as he remembered the Night Court’s promise to support his bid for the throne. He offered the glass to Azriel who simply scrunched his nose in distaste. 

“Be specific about the things you want, shadowsinger, I won’t be revealing all my secrets.” In a swift motion, Eris drank all the contents in the glass, setting it aside and relishing in the way it burned. 

Some of the liquid had dripped down the corner of his mouth, and Eris flicked his tongue out slowly, letting it linger. Azriel tracked the movement with his eyes, wings flaring almost involuntarily. Eris had to fight to hold back a grin. 

Azriel’s hands clenched into fists at his side,“I’ve heard whispers that your father has allied with a few of the queens.” 

Eris watched as some of Azriel’s shadows danced around him, he leaned against his dresser, strong arms holding his weight and long legs stretched out, comfortable. “You’ve heard correctly.” 

“Why?” Azriel asked through his teeth, clearly annoyed. The blue siphons he had in his leathers brightened for a moment.

Eris hummed elegantly in response, tracing the carved wood of his dresser with a finger. “When I find out, I’ll tell you.” Beron told him very few of his plans, especially as of late, but Eris always learned of what was happening within his own court. 

Azriel took a few large steps towards him, wings wide to make himself seem larger. Eris looked up at him, but made sure his chin was tilted arrogantly, enough so to get on the other male’s nerves. 

“Don’t lie, Eris.” His words were accusatory, perhaps even a bit disapproving. 

Eris merely scoffed, “Don’t tell me what to do, shadowsinger.” Even though he had been telling the truth, Eris rather enjoyed being contrary. 

Azriel sighed, ran a hand through his hair. “Meet with Rhysand and Feyre the next time you find yourself in the Hewn City.” Shadows began to whirl around him, his feet completely enveloped in inky darkness. 

“Going so soon?” Eris drawled, toying with the laces of his shirt. “No kiss goodbye this time?” Eris was mocking, he had spent enough time around males like Azriel, too wrapped up in their own thoughts, confused about what they wanted. 

Eris had been surprised the last time Azriel had come to his chambers, had kissed him after questioning him about the High Lord’s plans. Eris had been even more surprised at how easily he had been able to get the other male into his bed, at the desperate sounds that had fallen from the shadowsinger’s lips as he had let Eris do as he pleased. 

All of the control had been in Eris’s hands, just as he enjoyed it. 

Azriel seemed to have other plans this time, giving Eris no warning as he grabbed Eris by the back of his head, roughly pulling him so that their lips could meet. 

Frantic, desperate, Eris gasped in disbelief and Azriel took the opportunity to lick at the seam of his lips, to stroke at his tongue with his own. The back of Eris’s thighs pressed into the dresser behind him, his arm came up to wrap around Azriel’s neck, fingers carding through the dark locks of his hair. When Eris pulled at the short strands, Azriel moaned against his mouth in approval.

Azriel’s wings came up around them, cutting them off from the rest of the world as their kiss deepened. 

Eris felt as the shadowsinger’s hand tugged at his shirt, grabbed at the fabric clumsily. Pulling Azriel’s bottom lip between his teeth, Eris bit hard enough that he felt the skin split, tasted copper on his tongue. 

Azriel flinched back, almost as though he had remembered where he was and who was with him. Wings snapping back quickly, he took a few quick steps away from the heir of the Autumn Court. He brought a hand up to wipe at the trickle of blood that dripped down his chin, raising his brows in shock. 

Eris grinned as he watched Azriel, his voice thick with desire as he spoke. “We can continue this another night,” he said, waving a hand lazily. “I didn’t put on my silk sleeping clothes for you.” Azriel blushed, the tips of his rounded ears turning a dark shade of scarlet, but Eris continued. “I’ve promised my time to another, and I don’t know how she feels about sharing.” 

Azriel simply cleared his throat, nodding in response. Eris found his embarrassment endearing. Amber eyes tracked the shadowsinger as he took a few more steps back.

“Good night, Azriel,” Eris added embers falling from the tips of his fingers as he waved a hand. In truth, he had not been expecting the Night Court spy to respond, he hardly ever did, letting shadows completely envelop him before he winnowed away. 

As Azriel left the Forest House again without a word, Eris scowled at the disappointment that bloomed in his chest. 

[deanbrainrotwritings]

I love speaking spanish : gatito ☺️🥺

[junesprince]

in light of the new persona plushie drop i turned eritoshi into marketable plushies

[cabysoft]

[intairnwetrust]

Moodboard for @azrisweek

[deanbrainrotwritings]

i love him, pls

huntercorp!dean appreciation

[eriscary]

oh god, my notification....

It was a boop war to be remembered and I was having a time of my life lmaoooo

[mettywiththenotes]

Future Tomura character design: Friendship bracelet from Izuku on one wrist, several on his other wrist from Eri and Mirio, comfy hoodie that he buries himself in when he falls asleep anywhere he wants, baggy pants, red shoes (he insists it's not so he matches with Izuku. Kouta thinks otherwise) and I can't decide whether he has his hair in a ponytail, has it short or just as long as it was in the final war arc. He wouldn't care but Toga, Ochako and Eri mess with it regardless and give him different hairstyles. He always carries his phone and/or nintendo ds in his hoodie pocket, sometimes invites Spinner when he's around to watch him play or play with him

I believe Tomura should get to look and be at his most comfortable and have visible proof of the care people have for him worn on his body (hence the bracelets and potential hairstyles)

[nestastits]

To settle a debate between me and my bestie @sserrafeim …

[deanbrainrotwritings]

le boobies are booby-ing

Skin | 1.06

[squoobest]

Squoob Research Lab Fashion Department here with an updated look at Tidepool Pu- ah! ahem- Tidebyte!! Further research has shown that after a slight rebranding, this seems to be the freshest (literally!) appearance that both Eri and Dess (and even Chip) are sporting around the recent release of their newest EP.

[portrait-of-a-dying-planet]

Reblogs appreciated

[onelastfic]

Gods & Monsters — Prologue: Gods, Games, and Golden Apples

Sekhmet’s fiery nature meets Eris’s chaotic nature as they both try to control the fate of an infant Titan. It’s only the first chapter of a story that promises to shake gods and monsters alike.