#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.

[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]

Relatedly to this post from my sideblog, I am often thinking about Otter's description of Eris/Toland as " "justifying doing something incredibly reckless through reasoning that's also nuts"

I love writing

[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

[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.

[imonthemoonitsmadeofcheese]

The Enucleation of Eris Morn

A Festival of the Lost collaboration with @hiseumingo through @d2artevents

Link to Ao3 if you prefer to read it there

There are queer things told in the deep space cold      By the ones who venture far I seen horrible blights and gruesome sights      Too dark for planet or star But none are as bad, or as horribly sad      To make even a Deathsinger moan As when hope got squished, and ol’ Three-Eyes wished      On her Ahamkara bone

Wei Ning was a Titan, and always fightin'      Everyone loved her laugh If bad stuff needed killing she was always willing      To fight on Earth's behalf She volunteered when the call went out      To clear the Moon of Hive The Great Disaster's what they called that after      Very few got out alive

Now Eriana-3, was an Exo, you see      A Praxic Warlock, too She loved Wei Ning more than anything      So when Crota killed Wei, she knew There'd be nothing here that'd ever come near      To what she'd lost and, well, The only thing left was to get revenge      And march straight into hell

Ol' Three-Eyes was once Two-Eyes      And was a Hunter at that time She and Wei were tight, and when they took Wei's Light      The Hive had crossed a line So when Eriana-3 said come with me      First in line was Eris Morn They made a pact, and just like that      The First Crota Fireteam was born

They needed a way for Crota's death to stay      Or he'd just get back up from his throne Wei Ning bein' snuffed was proof enough      They couldn't use brute force alone His brains might've been scattered but Toland the Shattered      Said he knew a way "I think he's a jerk, but it just might work"      Was all Eriana had to say

So they gathered three more to kick down the door      And finish what Wei Ning began They snuck on the Moon's surface with terrible purpose      Intent to enact their plan They didn't know as they went down below      Giving one last look at the skies That no one among them would ever again      See the stars with their own eyes

Vell Tarlowe was the first to go      Got overrun by Thralls The horrid crunch as his bones got munched      Echoed through those hellish halls Sai Mota laughed as she breathed her last      While Omnigul watched her die The wormrot infested her, then it digested her      And that was the end of Sai

Eriana's doom was a snappy tune      By a Deathsinger named Ir Yut As it turns out that musical shout      Was power absolute A power so strong came out from her song      Eriana's Light couldn't outshine Toland betrayed her, and when Ir Yut had flayed her      He was willingly next in line

Toland's secret goal was to rip out his own soul      And in death become redefined He sold them all out to that Deathsinger's shout      And it blasted his fractured mind It's incredibly tragic that his love of Hive magic      Corrupted his brain with its call But he got what he wanted and now the Moon's Haunted      By Toland the sparkle ball

Now, he wasn't the first, but by far the worst      Was the fate of the Hunter Omar A Hive Wizard caught him, then gleefully taught him      That death ain't the worst thing by far She enjoyed how he squealed, every time that she peeled      Another small piece of his Light Eris Morn cried, at the time, still two-eyed      Unable to save him that night

Six had gone in with a good plan to win      'Till hope from them all was torn Five had found death and the only one left      Was the Hunter Eris Morn She knew she was stuck, but she wouldn't give up      And her ghost encouraged her sweetly Yet, each time she rested the Hive manifested      She couldn't escape them completely

They hid best they could but her ghost understood      That the Hive were attracted to Light And that little ghost loved Eris Morn most      And acted upon that insight So as Eris cried at her ghost's suicide      She was hid by the shadows around her And try as they might there was no more Light      To track, so the Hive never found her

Lost in the dark, without her ghost's spark      Eris Morn was abandoned in hell She wouldn't give in, and let the Hive win      But the way out, she couldn't tell She fought and she hid and somehow, she lived      For a hundred years all alone She had one option left, and it wasn't the best:      An ahamkara bone

She made her bargain in that bleak garden      Of chitin and sickness unkind The bone took its price, and it wasn't nice:      Eris learned the way out, but was blind Now what would she do? And as if on cue      A Hive Acolyte found her location No ammo, one knife, but she still clung to life      And fought with sheer desperation

Without her sight, it was quite the fight      But in the end Eris struck true And as the Hive died Eris realized,      Perhaps three eyes could replace two With a snick and a chop, her eyeballs went plop      With her own knife she dug a new hole With a bit of Hive voodoo and a lot of bad juju      She soon achieved her goal

Running on pure spite in that endless night      Eris Morn was purpose driven With her wits and her grit, she crawled out of that pit      But the Hive would not be forgiven As she saw the stars rise with her Acolyte eyes      Her need for vengeance burned bright And so Eris Morn, became Bane of the Swarm      And to this day continues to fight

There are queer things told in the deep space cold      By the ones who venture far I seen horrible blights and gruesome sights      Too dark for planet or star But none are as bad, or as horribly sad      To make even a Deathsinger moan As when hope got squished, and ol’ Three-Eyes wished      On her Ahamkara bone