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Eris Week 2024 Masterlist
D1~Bonds/Bargains: "A Wound So Deep"
🔪 An injured Eris finds his way to the place he needs most, but are some wounds too deep? (Azris)
D2~Childhood/Legacy: "Dreams Do Come True"
👶🏽 Chapter 4 of "And So Our Life Begins": 50 years after their bond snapped and 5 years after they started planning, Azriel and Eris expand their family with the help of Miri. (Azris)
D3~Healing/Betrayal: "And So We Danced"
💃🏽 Nesta and Eris find more than a superb dance partner in each other, and their mates, Cassian and Azriel, go on a wild goose chase to figure out why they’ve been secretly spending nights together. (Azris/Nessian)
D4~Traditions/Hounds: "A Walk In The Park"
🐶 Cassian makes a mistake and Eris gives him a choice on how he’d like to make it up to him - he almost instantly regrets his decision. (Casris)
D5~War/Adventure: "The Song of Azris"
🏛 An Ancient Greek Azris/Patrochilles AU using inspiration from The Iliad and The Song of Achilles, featuring Azriel as Patroclus and Eris as Achilles. Series launch including the Catalogue of Characters and Ode to the Muses.
D6~AU/Retellings: "TSOA Book 1: The Promise"
🏛 The epic begins: we learn of Azriel's past and the fateful day in Sparta that would once again bring these men together again in Troy. (Azris)
D7~Free Day: "The Clause"
🔥 Part 3 of the "To Become A Vanserra" Series: Azriel, Eris, Lucien, and Elain haven't been able to stop thinking about their initiations. What they experienced, and what they missed out on. Deep within the rules of the Vanserra initiation, there may just be a way to experience it all... (Erlain/Elucien/Azris/Luzriel)
I can't wait to share all of these works with you during @erisweekofficial!
Which piece are you most excited for? Let me know in the comments and tags!
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Happy Eris Week
Thanks to all the organizers of @erisweekofficial who help make this event awesome! Appreciatie you!
This started as a casual conversation about a crack!fic idea on this topic, and next thing I knew it turned serious and is quietly demanded it's own whole series situation in my brain. Idek why I pretend I can control the muses. Endless love to @pippsmcgee for beta reading and generally encouraging all my fandom madness.
Day 1 Prompt: Bound | Bargain
Elain Archeron/Eris Vanserra
Being Seen
Eris would never categorize himself as a patient individual by any stretch of the imagination; still, he can certainly appreciate the importance of good timing.
Usually, being made to wait would have anger and frustration quietly building within him until it inevitably boiled over in an indignant, likely violent, outburst. Tonight, however, timing is of little consequence to him. Very little seems of consequence at the moment; he is more than content to dwell here. Eris concentrates on his breathing; he wants - needs - to keep his mind clear of all the extraneous thoughts trying to impose on this fleeting reprieve. He concentrates on grounding himself and focuses his attention on the physicality of the moment…
the feel of the soft rug on which he kneels…
the peaceful silence, broken only by the comforting crackle of the fire in the hearth…
the slight chill of a draft against his bare skin…
the lingering smell of jasmine and honey and the unmistakable scents of desire and lust and satisfaction…
Read on AO3
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SJM could’ve made an Eris x Elain x Azriel triangle.
Enemies fighting over a lover. Are you kidding me?! Chefs kiss and ugh what a missed opportunity but I’ll wait for Elriel endgame✌️
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Haha YES!!!!! LONG LIVE BERZRIEL!!! This was such a fun fic to write.
If you want more where that came form you can read the first fic in the series, Welcome to the Family. The lore is DEEP and reading each story will help you understand the future installments... the next of which will drop day 7 of Eris week and includes Luzriel and Erlain. 🔥
@acourtofladydeath SO MUCH WONDERFUL WRITING. I want to recommend every single fic she has. Rules are Rules is some of the hottest Azris smut I've ever read. Also... Beron...
It's super funny too!! Go check out all of her stuff!
Wait a hot minute... how did I miss this one?
AZRIS & BERIEL (is that the ship name?)
🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
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Q17 - Chelsi
Meme: [X] Character List: [X] Accepting: No Your Character: Yes
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is there a character you've wanted to write for but haven't yet?
Elain!!! I have very specific ideas about her and have yet to put them into fic b/c the brain worms demand more Eris first.
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Chelsi, you're an amazing friend and an all around great person.
<< aaaah !! >> << thank you !! >> << ! really apprec!ate that !! >>
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all I'll say is I'm glad chuuya is on the other side of the world rn
#txt#though I fear he will show up bc d///azai is Also in france and I feel like he'll be key to defeating f///yodor at least#bc like how else are they gonna get rid of him#v///erlaine next month tho trust#I know it.
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☆ - happy headcanon
"I was four years old when my brother was born," Eld spoke softly before taking a short sip of the hot tea, gently placing the cup back to the table as he finished. "He was a hardy boy, hardly a fuss to his coming or his life as he came into our home in the Corner."
"What was his name?"
"Peter, named after my father's best friend Peter Langston," Eld folded his hands as he looked into the cup for a moment thinking back on the squirming mass of baby.
"Langston, you mean the ones who own the Pig?"
Eld nodded. "The same. The Langstons were our neighbors and Peter was my father's partner during his time as guardsman in the old city. Or Old Town as it's called now."
"I don't mean to pry, but with how many were lost in the First War; is that how you lost him?"
The witch hunter's eyes would looked wearier at the memory of him, aging the babe to a toddler to a young boy. With a shake of his head, the older man would look back to the questioning patron. "No, we lost him before to a bought of cholera that swept through the cloister a few years before the first orcs."
"Lain was never the same."
@damien-ward
#ask answered#happy headcanon#eldridge candell#peter candell#erlain candell#kings corner#the past#world of warcraft#wyrmrest accord#moon guard#roleplay
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Eldridge Candell
Inquisitor of the Order of Embers
The Basics ––– – Name: Eldridge Candell Nickname(s): Eld Age: 64 Birthday: Spring Race: Human Gender: Male Marital Status: Single Physical Appearance ––– – Hair: Thinning gray Eyes: Blue Height: 6′2 Build: Gnarled Distinguishing Marks: Nothing out of the ordinary for a history of violence Tattoos: Two, a lion of Stormwind and another on the inside of his wrist hidden by leather strapped bracer Piercings: None Common Accessories: Old Alliance dwarven made rifle marked with an 'RL' with appropriate powder and shot; new blackpowder pistol; old well used bayonet; a small steel crow's skull hung on a chain of silver; trappings and equipment of the Order of Embers; assorted eclectic trinkets of the world (rosary, dried onion, a holy light symbol, salt, etc) Likeness: Iain Glen
Personal Information––– – Profession: Scout, Soldier, Farmer, Miner, Witch Hunter, Inquisitor Hobbies: Painting, Traveling, Cooking Languages: Common; Smattering of Gutterspeak and Orcish; Drust, read and write; Residence: Nomadic; Arom’s Stand Birthplace: Stormwind Religion: Holy Light (nonpracticing) Patron Deity: None Fears: Plague, Drowning
Relationships ––– - Spouse: Widower (Marien Candell) Children: S = Zexx (MIA); D = Sarasam Parents: F = Ser Erlain Candell (Deceased); M = Nora Candell (Deceased) Siblings: Peter (Deceased); Jaine (Deceased); Bella (Deceased) Other Relatives: Gwynn Candell (granddaughter); Rey Candell (granddaughter); Gendry Candell (grandson); Xaya Candell (granddaughter) Pets: Stern, an emerald eyed crow
Sex & Romance ––– - Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual Preferred Emotional Role: submissive | dominant | switch Preferred Sexual Role: submissive | dominant | switch Libido: Active Turn ons: Intelligence, confidence, patience, kindness, adventurous. singers Turn offs: Drama Love Language: Privacy Relationship Tendencies: His heart died in the Third War, but he’s still alive.
Traits ––– - Extroverted / In Between / Introverted Disorganized / In Between / Organized Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded Calm / In Between / Anxious Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable Cautious / In Between / Reckless Patient / In Between / Impatient Outspoken / In Between / Reserved Leader / In Between / Follower Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic Traditional / In Between / Modern Hard-working / In Between / Lazy Cultured / In Between / Uncultured Loyal / In Between / Disloyal Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful
Additional information ––– – Smoking Habit: Sometimes Drugs: Rarely Alcohol: Sometimes
RP Hooks ––– – Witch Hunter/Inquisitor - It’s his profession and life roaming the countryside of Drustvar for Witches, Drust, and other spooky creatures that look to harm the innocent. But that evil has definitely not exclusive to the island of Kul Tiras, finding the tides of darkness sail to all shores of Azeroth and beyond. Ride with him, ride against him, or call for aid and he will come, alone or with others. Having been at this work for some time he has been known to take on apprentices as ordered such as Cheryl Duun and Josiah Nuebern.
War. War never Changes - Eld has seen four different wars from both sides of winning and losing. A refugee from Stormwind during the First War, freedom fighter in the Second, a victim of the Third, and then a monster in the aftermath. The Fourth War sent him into his current life and redemption arc that never seems to find an end on the isle of Kul Tiras. As time passes, friends grow fewer and enemies grow plentiful. Be you friend or foe?
Beyond the Stars - The Shadowland Fiasco sent Azeroth into a mass hysteria that sent thousands into a introspective self diagnosed mind therapy that gripped the world in a collective held breath. Eld was no different. Delving beyond the Veil had numerous consequences that lead him to believe it was more than a dream, it had taken him beyond life or death. The memories are scattered at times but the feelings are still there of his missing time. A ship, a family, a journey, losses, and a final goodbye. There is a hole in his heart that will never be filled, but he doesn't want to fill it. That hole is a badge to something he never thought he'd have again.
Old Dog, Same Order, Unending Work - There is a darkness coming to the world and the Order will not sit idle while it goes to hell in a hand-basket. As small as the group may be, they are travelling to face the darkness beside any allies they can find. Beware the dark, depths, and the Black Rainbow that will feast on the sky.
HOW TO CONTACT: OoC - tumblr, Discord ( Mogwai Kraken#7988) In-Game: Eldridge (WRA A-H 70 hunter) or Candell (MG A-H 70 rogue)
IC - "He's been down there a long time," murmured one of the miners as the pack of workers stared at the cave with worried glances. They shouldn't be this frightened but after so many years of torment by the Coven, Hexsworn, demons, and Tides knew what else had climbed out the gloom they had every right to be. Things in the night rarely didn't bump.
Foreman Strohnev crossed is arms and shook his head at the miner's whine, a loud 'hurmph' coming out from his thick walrus mustache. "Give em time."
For weeks things had been going well at the silver mine. Resources plentiful, work steady, and morale high as the profits that lined their pockets. The New Lion Mining Corporation was on it's way to becoming one of the most successful business ventures of this new Drustvar. A small work town had begun to spring up nearby in hopes of perhaps beginning an actual settlement as money was pumped back into the community.
Then the wailing had begun.
Most had hoped it would be some kind of soft cooing in the depths of the mine, something that would cause the willies and startled heads to rise thinking something was over their shoulder. This voice would have none of that. As a pick had struck rock, it came sharp and clear as a meal time whistle exploding through the carved tunnels to reverberate against stone and into flesh. High above in the upper corridors of the mine, men and women had cast aside tools to clutch at their ears in shock as they looked for the source. All eyes had traveled to the elevators further into the depths, whispers of those who might remain below.
None had come back up.
A search party was sent to investigate, the supervisor a hardy dwarf who had been down in the dark for years in the old country hills of Ironforge and Dun Morgh. Troggs, trolls, and beasts had plagued his life since he was a young beardling. He could handle a wail in a cave with a few other muscles to help him out.
The New Lion Mining Co was now short 12 men and had put up a posting for a new supervisor.
They hadn't had an interview yet.
Since the initial wail and disappearances, no one had dared to go down into the mine and memorials had already been scheduled along with letters of condolences to the families of those lost. Sad letters and pocket watches did not fill bellies or pay for supplies though, and word was sent east for aid from House Waycrest. Perhaps the guard would come or maybe a wizard to blast out the mine for the growing tragedy of New Lion as it was being whispered about. Foul moods, broken hearts, and no profits were stunting the fragile growth of this new colony.
The inquisitor arrived on a Tuesday afternoon upon an old black horse with a matching silent crow astride his shoulder.
He was an older man, his hair thin and gray to match the shabby beard he wore but his eyes spoke of a steel that ran deep and true despite the feet at the corners of them. With a crooked nose, chapped lips, and a voice to make men grimace as hard as him he had come to the office of the foreman. Broken leathers, tattered tabard, and an eclectic assortment of Tides knew what clinked among his carried belongings. The Order of Embers was always in dire straights with finances, but in service of Drustvar and House Waycrest there were none better to handle this sort of thing.
This inquisitor said his name was Eldridge. Eldridge Candell.
On Wednesday morning, the inquisitor had tied off his old horse and gathered his assortment of oddities to make his way into the mouth of the mine. He hadn't said anything to anyone, only asking for extra oil and a couple of lanterns to match some rough travel rations. With an old axe strapped to his belt to match an even older bayonet, Candell had swung a pack over his back and entered the mouth of terror.
The crow had planted itself in silent watch as the inquisitor disappeared.
Wednesday came and went.
Thursday passed without a sound.
Friday the miners began to murmur.
Saturday they gathered a watch.
Sunday broke with burning red sunlight and night fell with a spring storm.
Monday came with talk of what to do with the horse.
Tuesday was gone with the wind.
A week had gone by. No work. No news. No sound. No money.
No hope.
The crow sat silent in it's vigil. Was it waiting for the inquisitor's return? Or was it guarding the mine from the miners going in?
Or from what might come out?
Strohnev rubbed his mustache as he ordered the workers to get back to work. What work they would do, he didn't know but he wasn't getting anything for his coin having them worry and fret staring at a hole in the ground. He was not looking forward to writing to the Stand about needing another inquisitor or for them to at least come pick up the remaining effects of the missing man. Another man dead for this, what the hell was he gonna tell the authorities?
The crow let out a sharp croak, that made the foreman nearly jump out of his skin as he looked back to the mine entrance.
"Tides preserve," came a whisper that Strohnev was more shocked came from him as he stared at Inquisitor Candell.
The man leaned wearily against the frame of the door, his face grim and coated in thick layer of coal dust as his grimace caused the wrinkles to crack white lines across him. His pack was missing, his tabard was black and indiscernible of the colors of the Order. His knife was in his belt and a broken lantern hung loosely from the same. The man looked like hell had given him a proper chewing and spitting like he was the bitterest chew.
The foreman strode forward as the other miners spotted him and began to call out at the return of their 'savior'. A sick wet thud stopped him in his tracks as a stained leather sack flopped into the loose gravel.
A few tentative steps forward brought him to the sack as he leaned down to gently peer into the rank leather bag. The torturous withered face of an eyeless woman stared back at him, her face pockmarked with holes like a termite ridden floorboard. Her tongue languished out of her mouth, stained with black much as the stump that might have been her neck.
Foreman Strohnev shuddered as he quickly covered the bag back up and looked up to find the inquisitor standing over him looking grim. The older man grimly reached up to his shoulder and growled as he plucked something from his neck, a soft high squeal much like a piglet. It was insanely unpleasant as he felt his hands come to his ears, holding them tight as he looked in the inquisitors hand.
Squirming in his gloved hand was the oddest bug he'd maybe seen in his life. Bulbous red eyes, black body, orange legs with crystalline orange wings to match. It buzzed and flitted a bit in his hands as it struggled to right itself in his palm, the flecks of the old man's blood still shining on it's pincer mouth as it continued to wail.
It didn't last long as Candell closed his hand around it and squeezed hard enough to shake with as much violence as it took to snuff out the insects life.
Strohnev gaped at his hand and looked up into the inquisitor's face as he finally spoke with a dry cough and hoarse growl.
"Get back to work."
#eldridge candell#basic information#the returned#witch hunter#inquisitor#order of embers#world of warcraft#wyrmrest accord#moon guard#roleplay
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Eris Week '24 Day 7: Free Day
Azriel, Eris, Lucien, and Elain haven't been able to stop thinking about their initiations. What they experienced, and what they missed out on. Deep within the rules of the Vanserra initiation, there may just be a way to experience it all...
It's FERAL FREE DAY here to close out @erisweekofficial. Make sure you've read the first two installments of the "To Become A Vanserra" installment in order before starting this newest piece. If you're caught up, read a snippet below or the full fic on AO3.
My Dearest Friend, I do hope this letter finds the newest Mr. Vanserra well, and that your ceremony was as enjoyable as mine was for me. Hopefully, my letters helped prepare you for your own initiation into this little family. The reason I am writing to you today may seem quite unorthodox, to say the least. I wanted to apologize again for my abrupt departure from tea that day in the garden and give an explanation. You see, my initiation was quite an awakening for me. Please forgive me for being crass. I believe over the years we have become close enough that I can divulge the intimate particulars of my experiences. As Lucien’s mate, the youngest of the Vanserra's, my initiation involved engaging in intimate relations with his father and each of his eldest siblings, including your mate. How is Eris, by the way? I hope I do not offend when I say that our coupling was one of my favorites, as Eris insinuated during tea. I fear my reaction was such that my arousal was quite noticeable to all in attendance. I do apologize if that made you uncomfortable. But I would like to be so bold as to inquire about your feelings on the matter of Eris and me engaging in those activities again - with your and Lucien’s consent, of course. There are things I need, things I crave, things I hope to experience again. My deepest apologies if I have gone too far. Our friendship means more to me than this request. Wishing you are well, Elain Archeron
Keep reading on AO3!
Thank you to @pippsmcgee for betaing this fic and to @secret-third-thing for her constant cheerleading through this series!
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ACOTAR SHIP RAMBLING
+ ships I'm thinking about lately
Every now and then angry anon will bring up who I ship and call me disgusting and a lot of the time I have to correct them because:
The acotar ships that occupy my mind aren't my favourite ships
I barely feel anything about them, I just think they would have accomplished the vibe without remodelling the characters, twisting the narrative or making the ship as toxic as it is in canon
Eg I've talked about the forbidden ship N x R but my favourites? Nesta x Cressida, Nesta x Lucien, Nesta x Tamlin and Nesta x Azriel
The problem is that I post more about what I find interesting rather than what I like
Anyways there's no real point to this post
Here's some acotar ships I've been thinking of and some that recently came to my attention
Tamren: @toast-com crafted some pharmaceutical grade crack. I don't know what to think of this or how to process it but can't say it isn't unique
Erlain: Eris x Elain, @mygreendandelion specifically saying an Elain darkness reveal or corruption arc. Very cool, also rare
Papa A x Tamlin: @aho-dapa can't wait for sjmromanceweek2023
Feyris: an anon voted this for my fic and honestly I'm convinced this would have been fey/sand without a majority of the problematic elements I don't like. Maybe I'll post about it
Cressida x Mor: visual slay. Mor let's be honest you don't have a real job, go on a Summer vacay sweetie
Cressida x Nesta: They're married.
Emerie x Cassian: I literally don't know anything about her personality but Illyrian x Illyrian ships hold all of my worldbuilding hopes in their hands
Lucien x Cassian: this is my home, this is my temple, this is my grave. This is everything Nessian thought it was.
Feyre x Cassian: the crème de la crème of friends to lovers. Soulmates.
Feyre x Lucien: read acotar
Tamlin x Cressida: arranged marriage trope
Amren x Cressida: pretty sure this was @mygreendandelion too. Wild.
Rhys x Amren: specifically otherworldly, potentially eldritch horror Amren x "here's a diamond I know you like them" Rhys
Rhys x Cressida: political / arranged marriage but he falls so hard he gets a concussion
Nesta x Jurian: READ THE WITCH AND THE MAD GENERAL RIGHT NNEEOOOOWWW
Elain x Isaac Hale: as humans. Rich farm wife Elain. Seeds and crops Elain. Sun tanned Isaac. Baking together. I'm crying
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Hey, Sarah! I hope you are having a good day!
I've just discovered Forgotten, and I'm addicted already! I love me some angst, and you are delivering it so well with Az and Reader 🫡🤭 I loved chapter 3, specifically when it looks like Az is going to Reader, but ends up going to Erlain instead. It felt like a scene of a Mexican soap opera, y'know? (I love those, btw)
Thank you for sharing this amazing story with us!
Can you add me to the tag list? Please? 🥺
Hi,
I'm having a great day and wish you the same! I'm glad you're enjoying Forgotten, I haven't had the pleasure of watching any Mexican soap operas as they aren't popular in the UK but it sounds like they give the level of angst my soul needs 😂
I've added you to the tag list, part four is in the works and a little something is coming out this evening that I'm hoping everyone will enjoy (though it is mostly smut which I appreciate isn't everyone's cup of tea).
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@wickedcityy
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okay but what kind of vibes are we talking about for erlain?
beggars can't be choosers, babyyyy
I mean I will take anything - the sad, earnest stuff or just like the depraved shit idk.
Maybe Elain's like I'm gonna take Eris for a test ride before I choose Lucien. Maybe she goes to ask Eris for advice and it goes a little too far IDK. Maybe Lucien passed away and it's a sad fuck i DONT KNOW.
but do know that in any way, I am here for Erlain.
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Chelsi smash or pass Poriva?
<< oh um >> << pass maybe ? >> << ! don't feel that way about her but she's pretty >> << ! prefer st!ck!ng to my quads though >>
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