#eris/toland

[phthalology]

and lo on the day of the sun’s darkening there came a message

@cmdthenerd bound Shoot the Moon! and there was much rejoicing! and the message did say Eris/Toland T 69K etc

[synnthamonsugar]

Passing the time til the servers stabilize. i guess.

[flowers-of-io]

Eris is now looking straight at him, challenging. "Are you admitting a possibility of defeat? I can't believe what I'm hearing."

"You always need to take the possibility into account." He tips his head to the side. "It may yet be that you fail to defeat Crota."

"‘You’, hm." Eris crosses her arms. "Then it's true what Eriana says, that you don't plan to wage this battle alongside us."

"My path leads elsewhere."

"Deepward?"

"As ever."

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First part of the playlist challenge/event I'm working on together with @phthalology and @synnthamonsugar yo celebrate Destiny's 10th anniversary! A little late, but from the depths of my heart. Stay tuned for more :D

[bbyfacedx]

i just think that eris morn is someone who is habitually addicted to sleeping with her coworkers/mentees/mentors/bosses. god forbid a woman have hobbies

[wonderwafles]

Eris/Toland 🧐

I do ship!!

What made you ship it?

YOU GUYS. Broadly speaking. I believe the first fic I read of it was from @eri-223 and the goth4goth dark wizard rivalry (gone wrong)(gone sexual) did the rest

2. What are your favorite things about the ship?

Sometimes I think about the theory that the quote "In that last moment, she was as wholly luminescent as the sun, and I wished to be so brave" was from Toland about Eriana-3. I tend to think of Toland as being drawn to Eris as a moth to a flame, with an air of pretension and lofty detachment to disguise the fact that he really really really wants to be like her. I also think there is a fascination on Eris' part, where she is so chained down by duty and grief that the utter freedom of Toland is tempting to some degree. So there's, I dunno, a romance born of other things, a yearning that goes deeper than wanting the person near you (although there is that) but wanting them within you, wanting to remake yourself in their image, and also there's the talking about it in deeply dramatic and ominous pronunciations and asides. Codependent CHAMPIONS

3. Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

I dunno! I'm not sure I have one. The milieu for this ship is already so small and I borrow most of my opinions from you guys. Instead I will share the undercooked AU I roll around in my head sometimes where Toland survived the Pit (having not yet beaten the allegations that he murdered his teammates) and became the Vanguard's fucked up evil wizard, with Eris as the floating ball of light who tries valiantly to give the Guardian more sane advice and deal with Toland's extreme jealousy of her situation

[xivu-arath]

this was originally for a destcember prompt - I was so attached to the first list that I saved quite a few far past december

haven't worked on it since, tho

“The paths you walk grow ever darker,” Toland murmurs. The words are a warning; the tone an admission of admiration. Only he would watch Eris walk steadfast – daunted, palms clammy and breath too swift and shallow, but she walks nonetheless – into unknown danger and wish to share in it.

[shalalalalaw]

If you're taking drabble prompts: Eris/Toland, library? 👀📚

There’s a sanctity here, a sort of reverent silence they can’t bear to break. The stolen touch of hands as they pass each other by with a new book or map or index to study feels like rebellion. It excites and incites and Eris looks over her book at the hard planes of Toland’s face, the fall of his hair over a shoulder, and wonders how destructive it would feel to take his cheeks between her hands. She wonders if she could drown in the dark secrets hiding beneath his teeth. If he would hold her through it. It feels like a sin, when he looks up and sees her looking at him across the library. A sharp smile crosses his face and he closes his book, carries it under his arm and closes in. His hand is cold around her clammy one as he leads her out into the dark room and into a darker hallway. And if the darkness cares for the slide of dry lips over her own, it does not tell.

I'm always here for prompts >:)

[synnthamonsugar]

(nods) eris/toland.

first base is martyrdom. second base is raising the other from the dead. third base is eye contact

[endivinity]

Part of a big triple-work piece for Crimson Days, here's my part! Eris and Toland wowing the hive, because a dance isn't really a dance unless it's a little bit dangerous.

[thefirstknife]

Got the first two little grimoires that you can collect in the Hall of Champions. It's a lore book called "To Old Friends." First two pages:

Feelings about these old Titan dads. Man.

Hello. Sav writing to Eris?

[phthalology]

(continuation of this)

After the slaughter, when Eris walked alone, she yearned for the first few rooms of the Pyramid ship as if they had been good times. Golden light flickered on a black stairway. Eris moved along the corridor in a crouch, a stolen glaive under her arm. A Tormentor cut the air with the speed of its passing in the antechamber ahead. 

In truth she had been afraid in the first few rooms, too. The distance between the Earth and Moon had frightened her, every one of nearly four hundred thousand kilometers threatening. The fear didn’t last very long because she had focused solely on killing. 

Eriana had brought her fireteam to the Pyramid ship seeking revenge and glory. Toland, Hive scholar, had approached Eriana wide-eyed and oddly vulnerable, wanting to see the enemy-of-his-enemy who would not play the friend. Eris could not always tell whether he  pitied the Hive or not for having their stronghold wiped out by the Black Fleet. She knew just after that, almost as soon as she wondered about the line between Toland’s iron curiosity and his vulnerability, that she was nearly in love with him. 

Now, she felt a physical urge to hold some proof the two of them had once existed in the same space. What could she possibly touch? A bit of his sleeve, touched casually in passing? The Dread had destroyed anything like that. A piece of glimmer from his pocket? He had bought none on the mission. Nothing.

Eris hid and killed and lived in the Pyramid for three years, until she found her way out of the shifting labyrinth. Gray Moon dust flaked off her blistered, mortal hands. She looked up, trying to find the Earth. Black cliffs cut into the sky like open jaws. 

On one of the sharp outcrops crouched Savathun. “Ready for revenge?” 

[synnthamonsugar]

Rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings used. Please heed the tags. Canon-typical violence, implied character death and betrayal. Relationships: Eris Morn/Toland Series: "The Cooler Eris/Toland", pt. 3/10 Words: 1,828 Ghostless and Lightless, Eris Morn considers the doomed raid, and her final encounter with Toland.

Part One

Part Two

Written as a part of a 10th anniversary Eris/Toland event. @flowers-of-io, @phthalology and I traded playlists and are writing fics based on them; this is the first part of mine. Enjoy!

[flowers-of-io]

when do ghosts have nightmares

“I entered the Hellmouth with a sense of fateful inevitability. We would all die, or worse. I knew this to be true. Woefully unprepared was what we were. I stand by that. But it doesn’t mean I didn’t respect them. I did then, and I always will.” – Toland, the Shattered

Even in his formless form, Toland is not spared the torment of phantoms.

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[phthalology]

here’s my longest fic about the first Crota fireteam: https://archiveofourown.org/works/5210768/chapters/12012656

and my Toland backstory (which also hooks into my Adonna fic, as Otter mentioned):

Lumi’s work established a lot of how I think about what she called “Fireteam Heartbreak:”

does the painfully small first crota fireteam fandom have like a glossary of headcanons. what mass delusions can we all agree on

[warlordfelwinter]

commission for @phthalology of Eris and Toland in the final battle of TFS!

thank you for the commission, this was a blast to work on!

[saltineofswing]

LOOK BELOW.

The Ascendant Realms are dark and deep, And in them many foul things creep, Including we who dare not sleep, For fear of what dreams bring us.

Done for an acolyte of the vengeful undead, who has also financed a couple of other incoming works.