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[elucienweekofficial]

Our New Fic Author Highlight is @limeandorange and their fic:

A Court of Lingering Lights

Summary: Elain Archeron has always been seen as something delicate—too soft, too quiet, too breakable. But she knows better. There is rot beneath the beauty, shadows beneath the bloom. And now, there is a voice whispering in her mind, curling around her like smoke, coaxing her toward something she does not understand. She is losing herself, slipping between dreams and waking nightmares. And this time, she is not sure she wants to be found.

Meanwhile, Lucien Vanserra has spent his life surviving—trapped between courts, between loyalties, between truths he never asked for. For years, he has waited, patient as only a fox can be. But patience is a cruel thing when it leaves you empty-handed. When it leaves you watching the one thing you have always longed for slip through your fingers like autumn leaves on the wind.

This is a story of longing and loss, of haunted nights and golden mornings. A story of fate and choice, of bonds and broken things. A love story, tangled in the threads of a gothic dream.

Because even the softest light can cast the darkest shadows.

"You are not your thoughts." -Elain Archeron, Chapter 18

What we love about it: A follow-up to the authors Neris fic (but still readable without having read the first), we love the way the author built out their world! Expansive and intimate in equal measure, with new characters that have depth, interesting motivations, and anchor the impressive world!

Status: Unfinished, 34 current chapters

Find the rest of their works HERE on AO3!

55 days until elucien week

[leyanaszoo]

MerMay 2025

Day 25: 🧜🏻‍♀😶‍🌫️ Hiding

Today I don't have an edit for MerMay, but a pose pack. It's the first one I've ever made, but I've always wanted to learn poses and took the opportunity to choose one of the prompts. Today's prompt is 'hiding,' so there are a few poses for your merfolk to play hide and seek. The pack contains one triple pose, two couple poses, and three single poses. See under the cut for the required objects and more information.

For the poses, you'll need objects from two CC packs, which I generally like to use for my MerEdits; I also used them here for decoration. The coral and the shell are from Natalia Auditore's ocean decor set, which can be found here (Patreon)

The spears I used are also by Natalia Auditore and can be found here (Patreon). I only used the ones shown, but I think any of her spears would work.

The cave is from the 'Sea-nery Stuff' set by SpinningPlumbobs @sp-creates, which can be found here (Patreon)

I haven't tried it, but I think the poses in the shell can also be combined with a pack that @theserenadeofshadows made last year, as it uses the same shell. You can find the Shell-ebrate pack here (Tumblr)

I created the base for these poses with custom rigs to make them as compatible as possible with CC fins; the fluid movements, as seen in the pictures, probably come across better this way because they're bigger than the regular ones. But of course I did check the poses with the standard rig aswell. However, since space is limited for some poses due to the theme, very long or bulky fins may clip. I almost exclusively use fins from @dansimsfantasy

Especially since this is my first pose pack, please let me know if you notice anything I should know.

TOU: Please do not edit + reupload my poses, claim them as your own, or paywall them.

I would be happy if you would tag me if you use the poses to see them in the wild, either here or on Instagram (same username).

And now I've finally reached the end 😉 - you can download the poses here: Download (SFS)

MerMay prompts by @theserenadeofshadows

@ts4-poses <3

[rooksstuff]

Family - Emmrich Volkarin pt1

For someone who's never had children of his own, Emmrich is surprisingly good with them. The necromancer is currently being hung on by four children that seem desperate to reach his head- as a matter of fact, one is sitting in his shoulders with their hands making tight fists in his hair, while one is hanging from one arm, halfway on the shoulder, the third and forth are clinging to his legs as he tries, exaggeratedly, to take large steps. The laughter that comes from them is what draws her attention from her conversation with Teia and Viago.

"Ah, it seems the orphans have found a new climbing rig, ey Viago?" Teia asks with a laugh, the taller Crow frowns and crosses his arms over his chest, making Teia and Lillian giggle.

"So, th-they're orphans?" Lillian asks, watching Emmrich attempting to disintangle his legs and the child from his hair.

"Yes. From some Antaam that decided that they wanted their home. The parents were killed, and so they approached Noa and Neri in the Marketplace, because we've been providing shelter from those outsted by the Antaam." Teia explains. "He's very good with them."

"The Necropolis takes in all ages. I was just a babe, myself, when I was brought in." She admits. "And whilst young ones are not uncommon, some teachers have a better experience with them than others." She tilts her head, muffling a laugh as the child on Emmrich's shoulders decided to flop backwards, dangling on his back while the Professor clings to the child's leg with his free hand, trying to tug the other arm up to grab the other leg, but that spurs laughter from the child hanging from it as they bob up and down.

"Were you any good with them?" Teia asks, and Lillian looks at her, blushing at the teasing smirk on the smaller Crow's face, her eyes sparkling with mirth.

"O-On the occasion they found the Archives, I made it fun for them to learn, and easy for them to find what they needed, before guiding them back to familiar territories." She admits. "Though, I have been told that I'm... somewhat of an acquired taste."

"Well, you are rather..."

"Stuffy?" Lillian smirks, frayed and insecure, like she's heard the same comment a thousand times.

"You're getting better." Teia says, pointedly digging her elbow into Viago's side, as if to scold him for his implication of what he said. "You stammer a lot less."

"O-oh..." Her cheeks flush as she nods, fiddling with the leather of her fingerless gloves. "Thank you." She tucks a curl behind her pointed ear, feeling sheepish as she spots Emmrich standing before the four orphans now, all four of them are standing tall, a serious expression on his face, making her break into giggles once again as Emmrich tugs his clothes back into place, before he smooths down his hair again, smiling kindly at the young ones.

"He's very good with them." Teia repeats, and Lillian nods, blush worsening as he pats them all on the head, before approaching the trio that is watching with a happy smile.

"My apologies, I was momentarily distracted." He says, and she shakes her head, looking away with a focused gaze.

"We should get back to the Lighthouse." Lillian says, bidding the Crows farewell before she leads the way towards the Eluvian. He is good with kids... She thinks to herself. Does he want kids? Wait, do I want kids? Isn't this something we should talk about, if we're serious about one another? She glances at her fellow necromancer as he walks beside her, Lucanis and Bellara are conversing about dinner behind them. Just because he's good with kids, doesn't mean he wants them... but, it doesn't mean he doesn't want them... he is older, so maybe he's decided that kids are off the table? Or maybe that means he would want them more?

They're sitting at dinner, their friends conversing as they eat, but Lillian is focused on her food as she is lost in thought. Or, he's not sure if he wants kids. Maybe I should think about kids? I always thought Arthur and I would have them. He had such a sweet tooth, but he always gave them his candies and sweets whenever he saw them, even when he wanted to eat them more than anything. A smile that could power then sun- that's what she always thought whenever Arthur would see the sweets she baked him. It really didn't hurt at the time, when she pictured that smile on a pudgy face with their father's green eyes and her black curls. But, that was with Arthur. Could I see myself having kids now? After he made me love him, and betrayed me? Emmrich loves me, but he also loves the Necropolis. He would never endanger it for greed.

Shifting on her lounger, the hour is late and getting later, and she's supposed to be reading, but she's still lost in thought as Emmrich sits on a chair he's recently brought it. Manfred is practically our son already. Her eyes widen. Of course! We'd have to take Manfred into account as well. He is just learning magic, to have your mentor, and for all purposes, father and mother taken from you- oh but, we'd never abandon him. But, he may feel that way with all of the attention a new baby takes... a baby. Why does it have to be a baby? We could adopt? One of those orphans in the Diamond? They seemed to adore Emmrich, as does Mila.

"Darling," Emmrich frowns, watching her idly playing with the edge of a page. "is something wrong?" But, if we had kids, I want to at least have one of our own. Our blood. All kids deserve love, and we'd give them a family full of love, but... is that it? Family? Would I be happy if Emmrich were my only family? Someone I share a home with? Yes, but... ever since I could remember... I just wanted someone related to me. Family by blood. Someone who could own up to me. "Darling," Emmrich is kneeling before her, taking the book to set on the table, her eyes are unfocused as he takes her hands in his. "did something happen in Treviso?" I want...

"I want to have your children."

[banishedchildofeve]

˚｡⋆ Patron Saints that help guide us through the year

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- St. Dymphna ; the Patron Saint of mental illness.

while it can hard for us to admit that we are struggling mentally on a serious level, we have all had moments of feeling very low. i personally have struggled, and so struggle with, anxiety, depression, anger issues etc. these have been serious issues for me and i learnt a prayer i will link - here - that has helped me know St. Dymphna. ˚࿐

- St. Vitus ; the Patron Saint of oversleeping.

we have all overslept once, if not maybe multiple times a week or month. for some, oversleeping is a rare misfortune, but for others, including me, oversleeping is a regular problem and has affected my life in a various of negative ways. here is a - link - to a prayer that i found. ˚࿐

- St. Phillip Neri ; the Patron Saint of joy (and friendship).

i dunno about all of you guys, but i have lost more friends then i have gained since leaving high school. this isn’t a bad thing as a lot of the people i spent time with weren’t very nice, but like most people, i am always wishing for more friends. friendship is so important, and i read up about St. Phillip Neri and learnt so much. he is also the Saint of Joy! here is a - prayer - ˚࿐

- St. Padre Pio ; the Patron Saint of stress relief (and adolescents).

we all get stressed, duh. stress can take a toll on so many aspects of our lives, including our health on a long-term scale. trying to reduce stress is ironically, quite a stressful process. i have found peace in a plenty of Bible verses that talk about being calm and trusting God. i have also found peace in Padre Pio, a Saint who i knew about long before God called me to Catholicism. i have him on a bracelet, haha. here is a - prayer - by St. Padre Pio i have found, and also a - prayer - TO Padre Pio. ˚࿐

- St. Expeditus ; the Patron Saint of procrastination.

if someone says they don’t procrastinate, i’m 99.9% sure they’re lying. you do it, i do it, we know it’s bad, but it can be so hard to fight sometimes. good thing we have St. Expeditus! here is a - prayer - that we should all recite daily. i wish you the best! ˚࿐

- St. Anthony ; the Patron Saint of lost things.

my keys, my glasses, my card, sometimes even whole outfits or pairs of shoes… how many times a week, even a day, do we lose things we own? i’m sure we all know about St. Anthony, most atheists know about him, but i often find myself forgetting that he is there for us. a - prayer - to the finder of those annoying lost items.

- St. Jude ; the Patron Saint of lost causes (and “impossible” circumstances).

we have all thought a situation we’ve been in is completely and totally helpless. we’re stuck, there’s no way out and this feeling might just be forever. despite how hard these moments are, however long or short they may last, they do always end. we end up feeling better. however, that’s not to say that that feeling of helplessness isn’t so hard to bare. i’ve been there, i understand. i only recently learnt about St. Jude, (prior to this, the only ‘jude’ i knew of was the Beatles song… forgive me…). thankfully, St. Jude represents hope for the hopeless and miracles for all of us facing those helpless circumstances. - prayers

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i hope this was somehow useful. God bless you. <3

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i also just make up my own prayers to Saints when needed. sometimes we don’t resonate with a prayer, and that’s okay. i often add to prayers or find myself reciting my own. i linked prayers for suggestions, not as some sort of strict guideline :)

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[viktoriaashleyyx]

Tw: Smut, blood play, hair pulling, choking.

This is smut 18+, the entire thing. It can probably stand on its own, and there is no story building if you wish to skip it, you won't miss anything.

This is a pro Tamlin, anti Rhysand self insert revenge fic. All characters belong to SJM, but she wasn't treating them right. Tam x reader, Tam x Rhysands Sister (OC), First person narrative. This will also reference Elucien and Neris in the future but we aren't there yet.

Please be nice this is the first smut I've ever written, but I am still open to criticism and I have tried to take the previous critics into consideration, I feel I am getting better ❤️

Ch1

Ch2 > Ch4

Chapter 3:

He dropped me down onto the soft bed, towering over me as I laid there, wings splayed out to each side, bare and giggly. He just looked at me for a few moments, drinking in the sight of me naked on his bed. My breast's squished under my forearms, with my hands folded under my chin, I gave him a cute little grin. “What?” I teased wrinkling my nose at him. Little laughs escaped as my anticipation and nerves grew.

“I just don't know what I did to be worthy of such a beautiful sight in front of me.” he breathed. The sight of him was breathtaking, his broad shoulders and gorgeous pecs defined even more by the shadows from the dancing candlelight. Those deep green eyes almost glowed.

“Well, I would argue that my view is better” I mocked, still pushing his buttons. He gave me a hungry smile as he leaned down on top of me, trailing kisses from my lips, my chin down my jaw, nipping, sucking. One hand on my breast pinching my soft nipple, the other holding himself up, with careful consideration as to not put too much weight on my wing. He knew what he was doing and he wasn't shy about it either. One of my hands threaded through his damp hair, the other softly scratching his back. He moved his way down my body, leaving little bite marks down my shoulder, collarbone, to my breast. He growled deeply, nipping and licking my nipple as his clawed hand slid carefully down my side, stopping to squeeze my hips, then for my inner thigh. Just the feeling of his hands on me sent shockwaves through my core. I was finally home, this is what I fought so hard for, and he was not disappointing.

My breathing grew heavy and I let out a moan as he drug his lips down my stomach to the other thigh, flinching as he bit down, and then kissed away the pain. I was already shaking, just from his touch and that seemed to please him. “Too much already for you, sweetheart?” His fingers began circling that spot, he knew just where to find it. Fuck, and he knows where to find it? Damn, I am a lucky one.

My eyes rolled back, “it just feels so good..” I whimpered. This was not my first time, but I had never been with someone who took the time to worship me like this. His fingers slid lower as his tongue took their place, entering me, one at a time. He seemed to find pleasure just in how wet I was.

“You look so beautiful, laying on my bed, enjoying yourself,” he said, not removing his lips from me. My hand still tangled in his hair, lightly scratching his scalp as he licked and sucked. “You taste so good, my love,” his fingers driving in and out. “Are you close already? You're such a good girl.” he curled his fingers up and pressed that spot I didn't even know was there. I cried his name out as I finished, he let out a delighted growl as he sucked my cum off his fingers.

He traveled back up my body, dragging his lips against my skin until I grabbed his chin and guided him to my mouth to share the taste. My hands trailed up his chest, to his biceps and with a quick movement I bucked my hips and flipped us over so that I was on top of him. Shock flashed on his face but it quickly turned to an amused low laugh. I could feel him pressed up against my entrance so I began grinding my hips against it, “what? You don't like the taste of your own medicine?” I asked innocently. He stared up at me with a try-me grin.

“I would say you're being naughty but you look oh so beautiful doing it, so you can get away with it, this time.” He drawled. Holding his gaze, with his hands on my hips, mine on his chest, I slowly lowered myself onto him. Fuck. He is so much bigger than I expected. His hand traveled up to my waist, the other gripping my breast as I moaned moving myself up and down, ever so slowly enjoying every inch.

“You feel so amazing, my love.” that was all I was able to mutter, the pleasure clouded all of my thoughts, it was just him.

“You're doing such a good job sweetheart, I love watching you ride me.” He watched me intensely, sliding his large hands down my skin softly scratching until they gripped my hips again, almost pulling me down onto him each time. When he decided he'd had enough he pulled me to his chest, and rolled us over without removing himself so that he was back in control. Good, I don't think I even know my own name right now. “Look at me.” I did as he commanded and stared deep into those emerald eyes. He picked up the pace, hitting that spot with every thrust. It hurt just the right amount. I whimpered and cried as I tried to maintain eye contact and it only seemed to encourage him further. “Are you going to cum again?”

I just shook my head yes, the pleasure building more and more.

“Look me in the eyes as you do, if you look away, I will stop. Understand?” I shook my head again, as he caught my nipple in his mouth and bit down hard before sucking it better, never losing his rhythm. We didn't break eye contact as I tightened around him. I was a puddle of pleasure and he loved every second of it. “That's my girl.”

He pulled out and flipped me over. My legs hanging off the bed as he stood behind me. “Now, my love, I would like to cum inside you, is that okay with you?” he asked as he pushed himself back in.

“Please, Please Tamlin.”

“Please, what, my love?”

“Please cum inside me.”

“Aw, I love when you use your manners like that. Okay sweetheart, as you wish.” It was even deeper this way, hitting that spot at just the right angle every time. The perfect mix of pleasure and pain. His unsheathed claws digging into my hips as he pulled me onto him again and again. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I gripped the comforter.

He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled me up to him, my back against his chest. He held me there with his forearm against my chest, and claws around my neck. I met his gaze for just a second before rolling my eyes back and smiling up at him. My favorite necklace. I felt my own blood drip down my neck where his claws pierced the skin, but I didn't care. “You are doing such a good job, sweetheart. Are you having fun?”

“I'm gonna cum again” I whimpered.

“I am close too, love” he growled, he sped up the pace and as I tightened again, I could feel his warm cum filling me up.

He stayed inside me for a moment or two, running kisses down my spine and on my wings. It was almost too much. Every touch, electric. Then he scooped me up, flipped me so that my chest rested on his, and laid back on the bed. I could feel him leaking out of me, dripping onto his lower abdomen, but neither of us cared. I was enjoying the pure ecstasy of just being in his arms, and coming down from my high. He kissed away the cuts on my neck from his claws and massaged my back as we drifted off to sleep together. We both had a long day.

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We spent the next week, in bed, teasing, taunting, touching and talking. It was an effort to leave the room just to get food.

“Tamlinnn.. we need to eat something.”

“I am eating, love.”

“No, real.. food..”

“This is the best meal I've ever had.”

“Brat.”

“It's not my fault you taste so good.”

As we talked we seemed to take turns, pleasuring the other.

As I laid there between his thighs, propped up on my elbows, I licked his shaft up and down. Trailed kisses down it, and sucked the tip. He was telling me silly stories of his time as a warrior and I was surely listening, he would trail off at times, just to watch me and I would encourage him to continue. “I'm listening, love, keep talking.” I would say sweetly as I continued playing with him.

We told each other stories of the time we spent apart. Silly stories of the nonsense he and Lucien would get into together, and of the friends I made along the way, and rough stories about how utterly alone we felt at times. We talked about the mistakes we made and the bad decisions that ended up hurting those we loved. I didn't share too much about the fighting and bloodshed, I wanted to leave that in the past.

But we also shared ideas of how to rebuild our court and heal ourselves.

Tag list: @rin-u-pos @ladythornofrivia @rcarbo1

[danikamariewrites]

Ours to Keep

Neris x reader

A/n: Happy last day of @polyacotarweek ! Everyone out such hard work into their amazing pics and I loved reading them. For the last day (like Eris week) I went with vampire!Neris. You can't deny that these two wouldn't make the hottest vamp couple out there.

Warnings: none

Exploring the castle you pull your shawl tighter around your shoulders. It was bone chilling inside the cavernous stone castle, but better than being left out in the months long blizzard ravaging your village. 

When winter set in over two months ago your father succumbed to his illness. The same one your mother suffered from over a year ago. Losing your parents gave you a new drive to survive. With nothing left in your village you set out to survive somewhere else. 

On your journey the blizzards arrived, slowing you down and forcing you to find cover earlier than you wanted. After weeks of hunkering down in caves and rundown inns the blizzard had cleared revealing a looming castle in the distance. Something in your soul told you to go toward it. You found it was the only shelter, the woods devoid of anything safe for what seemed like days. Reaching the gates of the castle you looked behind you to find the blizzard had picked up again. 

Shoving your way through the heavy front doors it only took you three paces to be met with Eris and Nesta. Fae turned vampire. You piqued their interest, being just a human girl and made a deal with you. You could stay, untouched and safe, for two months. After that you had to choose between facing winter on your own again or staying with them forever to be their source for human blood, something they have gone too long without.   

At first you distanced yourself from Eris and Nesta. But you were drawn to them which made it hard to stay away. You couldn’t help but be near them. Since the blizzard blocked out the sun they weren’t hidden away at all hours of the day. 

The more time you spent with them the more you wanted to learn about them. Something that piqued your interest was how they became vampires. On an afternoon spent with Eris in his study you finally felt brave enough to ask him this question. “It was a punishment for us wanting to be together. Little did the people who forced us into this life know the carnage they were unleashing upon themselves.” The tale gave you chills. It was romantic and horrifying all at the same time, making you swoon for the immortal male.

As you come across an old portrait of them from when they were simply fae you stopped, staring up at them. They were so beautiful here. How have they become finer with age? 

With immortality in mind you think about the deal you made with them to keep you safe. Would you join them? Beg them to make you into what they are? You had come to love them, even sharing heated stolen moments with the pair. Your almost kisses with Nesta in the library had heat rushing to your cheeks. Did they talk about you like that? 

You need to make a decision soon. Your two months are almost up and you’re not entirely sure you want to leave Nesta and Eris. 

Setting out to search for them, you find the vampires in the parlor. Eris was reading by the fire as Nesta softly played a classic piece on the grand piano. On near-silent feet you make your way over to Nesta, sitting next to her on the bench. Nesta smirked, her slender fingers never faltering as she continued to play. 

Resting your head on her shoulder Nesta placed hers on top of yours. The cold from her body seeped through your thick shawl. It wasn’t a bone chilling cold like you felt while wandering the castle. It was a comforting cool. Like when you’re too hot on a summer afternoon and jump into the lake. 

As the song comes to an end Nesta’s hand travels down the keys, dipping to gently hold onto yours. Bringing your warm fingers to her lips for a small kiss as she stared at you with those sultry silver eyes. You bring her cold fingers to your mouth, pressing kisses across her knuckles. “You’re so talented Nes. I could listen to you play forever.” You sigh out. 

Eris watched from his arm chair with a predatory smirk. He beckoned you and Nesta over with a curl of his finger. Nesta dragged you over to the couch, snuggling you between her and Eris’s massive frame. “We wanted to talk to you, dear heart.” You give Eris a curious look. 

Nesta cleared her throat, urging Eris to get to the point. “Your time with us is almost up. We wanted to know if you have given any thought to our deal.” You looked between the vampires and saw hope swimming in their eyes. They were tense. Scared you will choose to leave them. 

Seeing them like this solidified your answer. “I-I want to stay. I like it here with you two.” Nesta and Eris let loose a relieved breath. Nesta wrapped her arms around your middle, pulling you closer to her body. “Thank the Cauldron,” she whispered. You leaned into her, holding her back. 

Eris brushed a strand of your hair behind your rounded ear. “Lately I’ve been thinking about the future.” You admit. “I don’t think I could live without you two and wanted to ask if you’d be open to something?” Anticipation sparked in Eris’s amber eyes. Something in your gut told you he’s been waiting for this conversation. 

He was. And Nesta had made him swear not to speak about it unless you brought it up first. Not wanting to force this life on you like it had them. She wanted immortality to be your choice. 

“I want to be like you.” Hope shining in your eyes as you looked between them. “I want you to turn me into a vampire.” Eris cupped your face in his large hands, resting his forehead against yours. Your eyes fluttered closed at the comfort of his closeness. “Only if you are truly sure, dear heart.” 

You nod vigorously. “I’m sure,” you whisper. You felt one of Nesta’s fingers run up and down the side of your neck. Pressing her lips to your heated skin you felt Nesta’s wicked grin. “I know exactly where I’m going to bite first.”   

[sad-scarred-sassy]

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God, people don't even realize Nesta stated to hate Eris because she—hated—herself. She's seeing him as a reflection of her own flaws and all that makes her, quote-unquote, despicable as a person. She does not even know Eris as individual just yet, neither of them do. They just see the mask Nesta can perfectly read, mind you, cuz is the same that she wears everyday, which is exactly what give us a much bigger picture of the possible what‐if's between the two of them (is really not that difficult, sweeties. You don't need that much effort to understand 😂).

Love your blog, by the way! I hope you're doing incredibly today, xoxo.

Hey anon! This is exactly it. First of all I find it very icky that people take the stance of once again trying to shame others for shipping a non canon ship. I know by now that this fandom isn’t very good at behaving like a normal fandom but alas.

The Eris/Nesta ship is honestly one of the most logical ships for Nesta. Eris had a lot of involvement in her story and just like you said, their interactions and the way they are written leads you to see how they mirror eachother. I may someday deep dive into their paralells as characters. But just as you said, Nesta knows merely the mask that Eris is so clearly implied of wearing, just like she also wears a tough exterior.

I do believe that Neris as a ship also tries to fix the injustices that many people see in Nesta’s story, so that’s why people have a stronger opinion on it. But I will say that even if I don’t like Nessian’s dynamic (post ACOWAR) and I do believe Nesta deserved better, I won’t ever shame nessian shippers because thats just insane. Calm down.

I hope people extend the same etiquette 🫰🏼 Love you too anon!! Thank you for your message❤️

[dragon-queen21]

First Villain's day off and now windbreaker. I think we just have the same tastes in agere content. The first five seconds of Choji being on screen and I went "yep, he's an age regressor"

I always saw Jo as Choji's Cg but I could totally see him as a flip too.

Jo is a sleepy little that likes to take it easy. Naps, coloring, slow tv. Just something where he doesn't have to be second in command

I see Sakura as like a Trauma regressor there's a lot of crying and tightly hugging his stuffie

Sakura has a panda or maybe an orca stuffie that he carries around when he's regressed because it looks like him

He tries to hide it because he's scared of letting people get close. But Bofurin is like "nah man, you're safe with us" but they won't say that out loud because they don't want to scare away Sakura in finding a healthy outlet for his trauma and let Sakura slowly open up and come to them.

I see Umemiya as a flip as well but only in secret. He's big brother to Bofurin but when he gets the chance he regresses around those he's closest with as a way to shake off the stresses and pressures of responsibility

Toma and Kotoha are his main Cg's

🤝 they are some really great series. Also you should look into a series called 7th Time Loop! While the mangas and light novels are waaaay better in my humble opinion I know there is a anime for it. The main character and the youngest prince in that series are so agere coded. Also also the way of the house husband literally mr villain and windbreaker combined and just so very silly.

~~~

~Sakura and Choji showed up one time and I was like :0 babies!

The headcanon for Jo being a flip is because I love the idea of Choji being a very hyperactive caregiver for such a sleepy low energy baby (as I think I mentioned before :P )

~100% a trauma regressor. He needs hugs and to be told that everything will be alright. Also I think he would have really bad like flashbacks/mental breakdowns when small and just so many tantrums trying to regulate every emotion he’s been suppressing

~Oh my gosh the stuff animal idea is adorable!!! My vote is that Neri and Suo got him the panda and orca plushies respectively

~I think that Bofurin would be so open about regressors. So Sakura is fearful for no reason after he once involuntarily regressed in front of the class. Meanwhile Tsugeura and Kiryu are just absolutely fawning over how cute the little is and Umemiya is aware that Sakura regresses the first time he meets the younger boy. Call it an older brother instinct ✨

~Still does not stop Sakura from being an absolute mess when someone casually brings up agere or of he has any little gear, or is feeling smaller or anything like that. He still thinks he’s doing a pretty decent job at hiding his regression, and he would be under normal circumstances where people didn’t care to look at him past getting in a fight.

~Ooo Umemiya being a flip is something I haven’t thought about. But yeah I could see it. Especially in a sort of sense that he gets to be the big brother (he’s like 6 or 7) and wants to help with the baby regressors and his caregivers have to constantly remind him that while that is very sweet he needs time to relax and be taken care of as well.

~Kotoha is best, ah I love her so much. The way she treats Sakura when they first meet and later when he is sick. THE mama of all time actually

[utilitycaster]

You know. something that hit me when I was trying to make a list of side characters for a poll is that like...there really is a massive gap in which places have enough side characters and ambient vibes to have a sense of place. Increasingly, I find that I have to hand it to the Hossberg Wetlands for really nailing A Vibe. It is a bad, creepy, and wet vibe, which is to be fair the point, but like, you can chat with a few wardens and the various quests naturally introduce you to Wardens Greta and Augustin, and Flynn, and Mila and her father, and if you have subtitles on (as, obviously, I do) the ambient chatter that plays as you go through Lavendel names the panicky villager as Fisher. Treviso does a good job with this too - you run into Noa and Neri de Acutis in the market being mean to Ivenci, who deserves it, there's two named fledglings by the stairs out to the ziplines, you can chat with Heir and Chance Candide - and the quests are also painting a picture of a city under occupation. I suspect if you don't uh. get the Shadow Dragons killed, you will get this for Minrathous, and you still have a few major players around like Rana and Elek and a cohering location/faction plot of people being mysteriously taken that eventually lines up with Neve's arc. And unfortunately a lot of the other locations fail to achieve this. Arlathan is great and I get that it's not a city or village, but like, the Veil Jumpers are largely not even named and the chatter until Blood of Arlathan is just like "there are patrols." Rowan actually takes a hot second to show up in Rivain and it's basically just her, and the fact that the Lords of Fortune hangout is a separate location with no real quests that involve finding anything makes it harder to get that same sense of place. And yeah the Necropolis has great vibes and I (conversation eavesdropper & slow traveler through the Crossroads) shouldn't really criticize things as missable as being a problem but yeah so much of the Necropolis is puzzles that get you treasure and not like, a sense of place. I get that it's not really a place where people LIVE, and I maintain that yeah, there's something thematic about Rivain and Arlathan and the Necropolis all being very haunted, but I think something should probably have been done to make some of the locations feel more real in the present. Like ghosts matter because someone had ties to them in life, so there's also a reason the Arlathan hauntings hit a little better (to the point I didn't even see them as scattered the way I do Rivaini and the Necropolis ones) because the Veil Jumpers are at least very cognizant that this is their history. Anyway just a few more people or like, giving the non-faction agent people names and a few things to say would have done a lot.

[eatsbooksarchive]

Thoughts on Neris? We know canonical Nesta's opinion, I am curious about Eris' thoughts through it all andhow would he have treated her had they actually married.

i LOVE neris. i think their dynamic is incredibly compelling, and i think eris would have eagerly accepted all of nesta’s sharp edges that are demonized in canon. if i had a better handle on her characterization, i would probably try my hand in writing them — but i’d have to do a reread to feel comfy doing that at this point :(

ok i have a lot of thoughts bc when do i not. i very much think eris could fall in love with nesta. she has the perfect balance of power and disinterest in him, and he would appreciate her so much as a verbal adversary, as well as someone who could hold her own in his viper’s pit of a court. (highly necessary.) but i do think that his interest in her in canon was entirely because of her power and what it could do for him. the witch might be enough to finally fell his father and secure his rule; if the night court is going to tout her before him like a bone before a dog, he will bite, he will take the power that is offered and let them think him a lusting fool. i mostly think this bc eris is constantly trying to further his own ends, and i just do not think eris would ever willingly bring someone he had any sort of feelings for into the autumn court. (like the actual high fae forest house court.) so i think he views her as what she can do for him and appreciates her pretty face/sharp tongue, but if canon diverged and she was indeed married off to him, he would pretty quickly find himself enamored with her. and wanting to protect her. and freaking the fuck out because now he has brought a being of such power into the lap of his father

HOWEVER COMMA the way the nc intentionally made a fool of him and mocked him during that whole situation i think pretty permanently soured him against her. he would probably be much more openly hostile if canon events played out and then she decided to leave cassian and pursue him or what have you

[grimseverity]

A Court of Peace and Ire: Chapter 2 in full

Fuck it might as well post it here as well as AO3 xD

Summary:

Nesta, changed by her experiences with the Asteri, Bryce, and other worlds, has since resolved to get Prythian to where it needs to be should it have to face another threat. Stuck in a another dick-measuring contest between Eris and Cassian, the re-appearance of Tamlin offers her a chance to set things in motion.

Notes:

This one's for the Neris fans, and yes, Nesta is going to be the core of everybody getting their shit together over the course of this fic. Trigger Warnings: Mentions of ab*se, depression, and self-hatred (mainly on Nesta's part)

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Nesta Archeron picked a small dandelion from the meadow, finding its vibrant yellow frills infinitely more interesting than the conversation going on behind her.

Once again, Rhys had urged Cassian to keep tabs on Eris, and once again, they had opted to take the risk of meeting in the Spring Court.

The two males yammered and bickered like they always did, Cassian’s incessant sneezing being the only thing to snap her out of her frequent distraction. Even with the risks that came from meeting here, Spring was a nice change of pace, a chance to get away from the Night Court’s chilling winds and the even chillier attitudes of the Inner Circle.

“Just keep us informed if Beron makes any new moves. If he tries to contact Koshei or the other mortal queens, or anything else.” Cassian was so tense veins were popping at his neck, but Eris seemed as unbothered as ever.

“Perhaps your little Shadowsinger should retire, since you’re so keen on having me do all of his work as of late.” The Illyrian practically snorted in anger, Eris chuckling to himself as he imagined himself conversing with a bat-winged bull. “As tempting as the alliance has been, I’m not privy to all of my father’s counsel. He’s become withdrawn, paranoid, and I have my own things to protect should he fall off the deep end.”

Nesta twisted the dandelion in her hand; it was just as likely that Eris was referring to his mother and brothers as he was to his hounds. She could never tell what he really valued despite these years of verbal sparring, but it was true that the High Lord of Autumn had grown volatile…unhinged even.

At the last High Lords meeting, the bruises they all knew he left on Eris’ mother had begun to peek out from under the collar of her dress. He was getting sloppy, or maybe he just didn’t care anymore. Perhaps he was going senile, or the constant stagnation of Autumn in comparison the Night Court’s burgeoning power was starting to worry him

Power that she herself had bought them.

Keeping the Trove’s presence in Velaris was a fool’s errand; their power could not be dampened, and legends don’t operate quietly. Everyone felt it when Nesta beckoned the harp, wrestled with death for her sister and nephew, and bargained with the cauldron itself. 

“The next time you come trying to spigot me for information, you better have something worthwhile. A dagger and the occasional dance is not enough.” 

Out of her peripheral vision, Nesta could see that Eris’ pointed look had been thrown her way. “Oh I’m sorry, were you addressing me?” She droned, her boredom clear and blunt. “I thought I was just supposed to stand here and look pretty while you two squabble. And we haven’t danced in months if I remember correctly.”

“Perhaps if I weren’t conversing with an oaf, we could get a lot more done.” Eris preened, turning his eyes to the treeline. Cassian growled and turned away, shadows already coiling to winnow back home.

“You do what you want, Eris! I’m tired of this holier-than-thou, my-wants-are-greater than-yours attitude.” The heir of Autumn chuffed.

“Hmph, and yet you still serve Rhysand.” The winnowing energy shot to nothing, Cassian getting inches away from Eris’ face in a flash.

“Keep it up and I’ll finish what Azriel started.” Eris didn’t balk an inch, still as ever even in the great shadow of the Illyrian Commander.

Nesta dropped the flower, and interposed herself between the two.

“Enough.” She ordered, meeting the gazes of both men before she sighed. “Cassian, I want to talk to Eris alone.” Her mate’s eyes went wide, brow furrowing so deep it threatened to crush his nose. But she laced the words with just enough venom that he halted, thinking of the myriad of ways she would dress the Autumn heir down.

“Are you sure?” He asked. 

“I’m sure.” Nesta smirked, appreciating how far he had come from feeling like he needed to always be there. The Blood Rite caused him to be around her almost every second of everyday, often bursting into arguments about how he was suffocating her. But then he remembered the Bog, and the sheer power of death that turned the hag queen Briallyn to dust.

Even with the bulk of her powers given back to the cauldron, Nesta Archeron was touched by death eternal, and he was ever her devout servant.

“Go, I’ll finish up here. Rhysand will probably want to hear about this sooner rather than later.” Cass nodded, kissing Nesta on the head and lips before vanishing into the shadows. Then Nesta let the smile fade, and armed herself for a different dance.

“Nice job, mentioning Rhys to put a pep in his step.” Eris crooned, earning himself a withering glare.

“Shut. Up. You’ve been doing nothing but antagonizing him from the moment we got here. Wasting all of our time.” Nesta watched as Eris slipped his hands in his pockets.

“I thought you weren’t paying attention.”

“That makes one of us.” Eris rolled his eyes, trying to weave past Nesta’s bladed words.

“What can I say? It’s fun to poke the bear. Especially since I can’t get any actual diplomacy done with him. What else am I supposed to do?”

“Was it fun when Azriel was pounding your face in?” Eris frowned at Nesta’s barb. “Because I promise you, Cassian hits a thousand times harder.” The heir kept his scowl for a moment, then burst into a laugh.

“Trust me Lady Acheron, I’m not worried. Rhysand has him by the back of the neck and you have him by the balls. He won’t jump unless either of you flick the leash.” Nesta crossed her arms, half wondering how bad a slap to the face laced with silver flame would hurt.

But she reeled her thought back in. “And now he isn’t here, which means that we can actually get down to business. Unless you're keen on pressing the issue.” Eris, with his back to her, let his fingers interlock behind her.

“You know what? I do have an issue I’d like to address. Your cowardice.” Nesta blinked, unimpressed but mildly curious at what he meant.

“This will be good. Go on?”

“I thought we had a good rapport at Rhysand’s little party at the Hewn City. You know, the one where he let the masses scent Feyre nice and deep?” Nesta felt her anger crackle, but kept her lips pursed. “I heard what you had said about me, about deserving me because of how horrible a person I am. A brute and a piece of shit I believe were the words used?”

“How do yo-?”

“Rhys thinks he's the only one with a spymaster worth a damn.” Eris’ withering glare would have left a lesser woman prickling, but Nesta just clicked her tongue.

“Oh. Did I hurt your feelings?” She mocked.

Eris sighed, his face donning a weary smile. “No. I just would have figured the woman who stood up for the humans so fiercely wouldn't have fallen for cheap Night Court gossip, nor would she have such a low opinion of herself.” Nesta almost winced, remembering the comparison she had made.

The harshness of those days came soaring back to her: the back and forth with Cassian, the rage and hatred she felt for herself, and of course, Rhys’ sudden willingness to put up with her if it put the Night Court in a better position.

With how good he was at staging her for his political gain, she had thought he’d broken into her memories and taken notes.

Still, Eris had an immense amount of nerve to whine, and Nesta stepped forward with her teeth bared. “Let’s not pretend you give a damn about my self-esteem Eris, and you hunting after my sister and your brother isn’t gossip, and neither is what you did to Morrigan.”

“Since when have you ever given a damn about Mor?” The fae laughed, shaking his head. “Although, it’s good to know that she still hasn’t told the truth.” Eris let that hang in the air, taking in a deep breath of the spring wind. Nesta’s arms fell at her sides, watching as the viper’s mask Eris Vanserra wore slowly chipped away, as if blown down by the softness of the air.

“That did hurt your feelings, didn’t it?”

“I suppose I was more disappointed. I thought you were different from those sycophants Rhysand surrounds himself with, your sisters included. That you knew, there is always more than meets the eye.” Eris turned to have her and swallowed, and Nesta actually narrowed her eyes. He was nervous; genuinely nervous…

“I wasn’t kidding when I said I would marry you in a heartbeat, Nesta, and it’s certainly not because you look excellent in black or because you somehow managed to learn expert-level fae dance routines in a few weeks. I wouldn’t have made it this far if I was that vapid.” Eris had closed the distance between them, his eyes intense with smoldering flame.

“Males of Autumn are taught to be frank, not to waste our time when it comes to our true desires. We say what we feel, and we take what we want, and I very much want you.” 

“Even after I insulted you so?” Nesta scoffed, feigning mild interest despite actually being shocked.

“I’m a big boy, Nesta, and unlike Rhysand, I understand that the image I’ve cultivated for myself comes with consequences.” Eris began pacing around her in slow, playful steps. “From that first meeting, I could tell you took things seriously, fought with every word you had to keep your people safe. While Rhysand and his High Lady pleaded and appealed to some misplaced sense of heroic morality, you were pragmatic, used reason, and looked to our self interest to guide our decisions.” He leaned in, letting Nesta feel the warmth of Autumn in his presence. That’s what a true ruler does.”

“How observant of you.” Nesta replied, taken aback by the words but remaining guarded all the same. Autumn was a home to many a sly fox after all.

 And of course, ever the sly fox, Eris changed his tactics to keep things interesting. “You were supposed to rule your own little court once, correct? An inheritance waiting for you in the mortal lands.” Nesta rolled her eyes.

“Please. Continue to remind me of what I lost.” Eris raised a brow, ignoring the bait. “The humans would never have a fae rule over them, and I’m pretty sure the other nobles have worked with the queens to cannibalize my father’s fortune.” 

The ships and soldiers he bought were the last Nesta would ever see of it; her father’s presence in the world reduced to a gravestone and the memories she and her sisters would carry forever.

“A shame. I would have loved to have seen what you could have done with such wealth and power on your own, unshackled by the chains of family.” 

Nesta narrowed her eyes at the word; did Eris know what happened to her? About the House of Wind and the tensions between her and her sisters. And why in the Mother’s name was he bringing it up now in the middle of what was essentially a love confession?

“How do you know all this anyway? You’re spies can’t be that good.” Nesta prodded.

“Trust me. They are, but it certainly helped that Bryallin was quite thorough in her research of you. I got a peak at her thoughts while she ‘had me under her spell’.” Eris grinned as he unbuttoned his coat, moving the lapel to reveal the dagger—her dagger—strapped at his hip. “I should thank you, but the way. Your blade kept my mind from breaking under the weight of the crown.”

Nesta tensed as the heir of Autumn reached for the knife, but relaxed as he unbuckled it and handed it to her. “You can have it back if you wish. I took it out of respect for Rhys’ attempts at winning my favor, but it very much wishes to return to its maker.”

More questions roved over Nesta’s mind. Did he know that she had lost the majority of her powers too? The weapons she had Made each still carried great amounts of that original essence, yet only Ataraxia remained hers. This offering could be both an implication that Autumn knows Nesta lacks her past strength, but maybe it was also genuine.

“Keep it. You might need it again.” It was true, but also Nesta didn’t want Rhysand to have all of the things she had made. They thought they were being subtle but the Inner Circle had always been keen to pry what was hers away for their own benefit, be it the weapons, the Trove, her identity.

She supposed that things had improved with them since she and Cassian officially ordained themselves as mates, having a small ceremony whose mix of extravagance and modesty was a careful negotiation between the two of them: small enough that Cassian wouldn’t be teased by his brothers for eternity, but big enough that Nesta felt like she would remember it forever.

And she would; it was the first step towards accepting her role in all of this, towards making peace with the fact that she was now fae, and no longer human…

Yet still, she couldn’t entirely shake the stares, the judgment. Amren had opted for an indifferent peace between them, but their old days of training and dropping bits of thousand-year-old wisdom had long since ceased. Azriel was always his kind, quiet self, always reaching out and checking in when he could. Then there was Morrigan, brown eyes alight with fury every time she glanced at her and Cassian together. 

Mother forbid both Cassian and Azriel talk to her at the same time, lest the blonde’s head go up in flames.

Nesta had long since resolved that she was good enough for Cassian, that she did deserve his love and her peace despite what she had done. But between Morrigan’s clear disdain, Rhys’ constant shifting between hot and cold, and her mate’s often blunt refusal to defend her in most situations, it seems the family that this Circle claimed to be was only for her sisters.

She supposed that was why she opted to make her own, with Gwyn and Emerie.

“My offer still stands.” Eris boasted, snapping Nesta out of her rumination.

“What? Of marriage?” She guffaws. “Please.”

“Already fully bonded to the brute then?” Nesta turned to him, letting a little silver blaze through her eyes.

“You call him anything but his goddamned name one more time, this conversation is over.” Eris paused, then backed off, taking her seriously.

Perhaps that was the strange appeal of it all, this little dance they did. He actually took her at her word.

“Is it so hard to envision?” He said. “You, in vibrant autumn red, a crown of gilded leaves on your head.”

“Your father spending every waking moment plotting my demise?”

“I never knew you to be one to back down from a challenge, and my father would be a fool to even hope to wrestle with you.” Eris gently took her hand in his, and watched as she let him bring it to his lips. “I myself would find it the utmost pleasure, and in truth, I believe you would be an exemplary queen, no matter whose court you ruled. I humbly pray to the Mother that you would grace mine.”

He pressed his lips to her knuckle, and Nesta couldn’t help but stir slightly at the heat of his lips warming the skin. Perhaps she should have let Cassian stay. “There’s not a single humble thing about you, Eris Vanserra.”

“True.” He said, letting go of her hand. “I very much will enjoy bragging about being one to kiss the hand of death.” The two stood there for a moment, eyes locked like two fires struggling to snuff the other out. Nesta’s hands had balled into fists behind her, embarrassed at how Eris of all people was getting to her.

It was just words, grand claims he would never live up to, all to worm his way deeper into the Night Court and get whatever it was he really wanted.

Nesta had Cassian—loved Cassian. He may not have been willing to stand up to Rhys, or actually said that he loved her. But it was more real than whatever dream Eris Vanserra was trying to sell her, and she would not be another Lady of Autumn.

No, silver flames would rip the Autumn Court apart before she ever let that happen.

Eris’ gaze broke first, whipping to something behind her, something that had urged him to unsheath her dagger and call an orb of flame into his other hand. Nesta turned to see, and lumbering through the trees in gilded, horned splendor, was the High Lord of Spring.

“I warned you about what would happen the next time you trespassed into my lands.” Tamlin growled, green eyes spearing the two as his claws dug into the earth beneath him. Eris just smirked.

“If you’ve finally set on cutting your life short, High Lord, I do appreciate that you’d do it in a fashion that grants my Court a lovely expansion.” Tamlin’s lips parted, revealing ivory teeth the size of daggers.

“An expansion you wouldn’t live to see.” He snarled, taking a step forward that thundered into the earth, sending birds fleeing from the trees. Heart pounding, Nesta shot a hand up, turning to face Eris with a grave scowl.

“I’m not dying in the Spring Court because of your stupid fucking remarks.” She muttered, before turning back to face Tamlin. “We were just leaving.”

“Until your next little get together, witch?” He replied, tail still swishing in anticipation of Eris’ next barb. It nearly left his lips, until Nesta blocked his way.

“Leave, Eris.” She demanded. “I’ll deal with this myself.”

“You think Cassian would let me live if I left you here alone, with him?” Nesta scoffed, the modicum of respect she had just developed for Eris vanishing.

“Did you not just profess your undying respect for me, or has that all gone out the window now that a monster has shown up? Are you going to protect little old me, Eris?” Nesta laid the mockery on thick, and the Heir of Autumn indeed found himself in an awkward position. Leaving Nesta with Tamlin was unwise, and Cassian would indeed flay him living if he found out he left her here with her sister’s tormentor. 

But if Nesta believed she could handle it…

“I hope you know what you’re doing.” He whispered, sheathing the knife and winnowing away in one fluid movement. Nesta sighed, relieved that she could now dictate the conversation without pig-headed males puffing up their chests.

What was it Bryce had called them? ‘Alpha-holes?’

“Protecting your little alliance?” Tamlin growled, emerald eyes now trained firmly on the eldest Archeron.

“You’re operating under the assumption that I want to deal with you at all, much less fight you.” The beast narrowed his gaze at her. “I don’t need Eris riling you up, and frankly, this is actually a good opportunity.”

“For what?” The High Lord prodded, head tilting to the side in confusion.

“I know what you did for Nyx.” Nesta stated, keep her tone neutral and her hands at her sides. Tamlin paused, caught off-guard with denial already poised on his lips. Quickly, she cut him off. “Feyre was searching for him for hours. She knows that house like the back of her hand and still couldn’t find him anywhere. That, and you left shavings on his pajamas.” 

Tamlin grunted at himself. How could he be so stupid as to leave his gods-damned sheddings about?

“And what do you have to say about it?” He grumbled, bracing for Nesta’s near-mythical rapier wit.

“How about thank you?” He blinked again, half inclined to check his ear to ensure nothing was in it. “Rhysand might be knocking on your door sometime soon, so I figured I’d show my gratitude before he mucks it all up.”

 “Gratitude for what? He’s not yours.” Tamlin replied, looking down as he scraped his claw against the ground.

“He’s my nephew.” And a chance to have someone in the family who doesn’t despise her on some level. At least, she hoped that would be the case; Rhysand was a master of pouring just the right amount of honey and poison to craft a specific vision, and she often found herself lamenting about how one day, the happy Nyx—who she gave up her powers to save along with Feyre—would disdain her for all the Inner Circle held her accountable for. 

But that worry was reserved for another day.

“You’re…different.” The High Lord noted, finally shifting from his prep to lunge to a seated position. “You’re not as…bad-tempered.” 

Nesta practically laughed; what a nice way to say ‘not as much a vicious bitch’.

“Things change, High Lord. I’ve recently learned the world is much bigger than we think, and that all this scheming and politicking on this pitiful little continent is nothing more than a waste of time.” Nesta thought back to just a short time ago, about Bryce and her world, the Asteri, her time with Ember and the small kindnesses Bryce’s mother had offered. The squabbling here in Prythian left it weak, vulnerable, and it was by Nesta’s blind faith alone that Bryce had the chance to take on the Asteri and save both of their realms.

She had resolved to start getting things back on track a long time ago, and if that meant dealing with her sister’s vicious ex-lover—be it solving things diplomatically or mowing him down for someone else to take his place—then so be it.

Gwyn and Emerie urged her to give the former a try before the latter; taking on the Blood Rite was one thing, but as strong as they were together, taking on a High Lord was a fool’s errand, even for people as seasoned as Cassian or Azriel.

 “Your court borders the mortal lands, meaning like it or not, you’re an arbiter of what comes in and what goes through. I may be fae now, but I still care about the humans, and while it may not look like it, I engage in these meetings out of a hope that I can get something out of it that will let me help them in some way.”

Tamlin gave a hollow laugh. “Eris Vanserra and the Autumn Court are the last people to ever give a damn about humans.”

“I know, that's why it’s important to keep an eye on them the most.” Tamlin blinked at Nesta’s claim. “When you’re gathering allies or resources that are sympathetic to your cause, that doesn’t mean you ignore your biggest opposition. I figured a High Lord would know that.” The beast bristled at her last comment, but Nesta reeled her fangs back in. 

“And despite what you may have done to my sister after she di-,” She paused to correct herself, “After she changed, I remember that you filled our father’s coffers and let us regain our nobility, when you could have left us out in the cold to starve and die. You let Feyre come back to us, even though it meant eternal imprisonment for you and your people. And you made sure Nyx got back from his little adventure safe and sound.”

Nesta brushed a hair behind her ear. “A person who does all that can’t be all bad.”

Tamlin glanced down at the grass, thinking hard on Nesta’s words. Nesta’s. Supposedly the most vicious of the Archeron sisters. This whole conversation was almost surreal, and he felt a strain in his chest that felt an awful lot like…hope?

“I’m going to go now.” Nesta stated, waiting for a reaction before calling her powers to winnow her away. If Tamlin still pounced on her after all this, she was going to be really disappointed.

But no. Tamlin simply let his stare rise to meet hers again, before turning to walk away. “Have your meetings somewhere else.” He murmured, Nesta chuffing as the shadows carried her back to the Night Court.

[stuff-i-found-while-crying]

A stage of fire and dreams (2)

inspired by @ gwandas and they post: modern Neris AU where Eris is a trust fund asshole at Harvard Law, Nesta is a professional ballerina with the Boston Ballet

Second part! They meet and then they meet some more....

Part 1 - I changed Odette to Giselle because I got confused... but it was meant to be Giselle.

Also! English is my second language and I might accidentally messed it up.... just believe that my writing would be better in German and we can be friends (also not really proof read, because it's just for fun and giggles)

WITHOUT FURTHER ADO! PLEASE ENJOY THE SHOW

main role: Eris (xNesta)

also appearing: his mother, his younger brother, Nesta, her mother, a theater owner

Chapter 2 - red shoes

As glamoures the stage was, as messy was it backstage.

Eris followed his mother who was following Mr. Heartfelt. The man was as colourful as his theater and he was talking constantly while finding his way between costums, exhausted dancers and the smell of sweat.

Cyrus brushed up to Eris and whispered. "Bet I can get ten numbers tonight?"

"Just be back before we leave."

And with that his brother was gone, off to find the chorus girls. Eris did not care. His mind was on one woman.

Giselle.

Or Nesta Archeron, as the dancer was called. Would she be as enchanting as her character?

Suddenly Eris felt a rush of anxiety go through his blood. He pushed his shaking hands down into his pockets and tried for a neutral smile.

"We got lucky to find her", Mr. Heartfelt was babbling. "I already thought we had to go over budget, but then her manager called us and begged for a chance to audicion. And she was brilliant. But do not tell her I said that. She will expect more money if I start praising."

His mother furrowed her eyebrows. "Is the theater in need of money again? I thought with my last donation the budget for the year was almost dubbled."

Mr Heartfelt, realizing his mistake, turned to her and grapped her hands in his. "And it was. You are the most generous patreon we could ever hoped for. But most of the budget was needed for renovations. The Bathrooms, I am sure you noticed the new design."

Eris snorded.

"And we were able to get the most famous director Lucy Sky to come and stay with us for two plays."

Eris watched his mother relax. Her smile returned and he burried his hands deeper in his pockets. The smell of hairspray and sweat, the chatter of the people cleaning up and all the doors to uncertain rooms, he started to feel dizzy. With a small cough he got Mr. Heartfelts attention and raised an eyebrow.

"We are not here, to listen to your budget plan", he said.

"Of course", the man swipped away the sweat on his forhead and continued his way.

"Be nice", his mother said quietly to Eris.

"I am always nice."

She reached for his arm and pulled his hands out of his pocket. "Just a couple of minutes."

He wanted to lie. Anything to get her gaze away. But she saw him. And so he nodded and took a deep breath.

"Where is your brother?"

That lie was easy. She would know the truth anyway.

"Waiting in the car."

At the end of the hall Mr. Heartfelt knocked on a door.

"Nesta? You have visitors."

Eris felt his heart almost burst. His Giselle would open this door.

But it was not Giselle. Although the woman who pulled the door open and almost of it's hinges looked like her, but older. Honey blonde curls and piercing grey eyes starred them down.

"This is Mrs. Aurora Vanserra and her son", Mr. Heartfelt introduced them. "They are esteamed patreons of my theater."

The woman smiled immediatly. "What an honour. Please come in. My daughter will be delighted."

Her daughter did not look delighted. In fact Nesta Archeron looked like an arrow, ready to shoot anyone who got on her nerves.

She was still in costume, her shoes clonking with every step and her long hair swipping around her back. The make up had not survived the performance and the eyeliner was mixed with sweat.

To Eris she looked unhinged like the door almost was.

He loved it.

"Pleased to meet you", she said to his mother.

"Oh my dear", Aurora Vanserra looked like a proud aunt. For a second Eris thought she would hug Nesta, but then she just offered her hand. "You were magnificent. Absolutely perfect. I have never cried so much during Giselle. Eris too."

All eyes on him, Eris coughed. "Your first time dancing in the center?"

Nesta squared up her shoulders. "I am always the center."

Oh, he was in trouble. The grey of her eyes would hunt him for days, he was sure of it. He had never felt drawn to another person. But Nesta Archeron was pulling him in without even trying.

"My daugther has worked hard to be here", Nestas mother put an arm around her daughter. For a second Nesta froze. Then she pressed her lips together and lowered her head. But her mother was squeezing her harder until she lifted her gaze again. "Even as a child she had the graze and determination of a true Ballerina."

"I hope to see you in more plays soon", his mother said.

Before Nesta could open her mouth her mother was already answering. "That depends on Mr. Heartfelt. He has all the power." With a whistful sigh she looked at the man.

"Where did you learn to dance", Eris asked Nesta, just to hear her voice again.

"New York", her mother answered for her again.

"What part of it do you enjoy the most?"

Again her mother answered: "The performances of course."

"Actually", Nesta took a step to the side, finally freeing herself from the clutches around her shoulder. "I like the music the most."

"Performance, music. Isn't that the same?"

Mother and daughter starred each other down.

"It is not." Nesta stock out her chin, provocing her mother to fight infront of them.

Eris wanted to pull her behind him, protect her from the woman who looked at her like she was just a small girl and not the woman who enchanted an entire audience. But something in her gaze held him back. She was not delicate like Giselle. She was not mad. And she would not appreciate him over stepping.

He would have to find a different way to her, to spend time by her side, to her heart.

"It is late", his mother said and smiled. "It was an honour to meet you."

Mrs. Archeron wanted to say something more, probably try to charm his mother, but Eris raised an eyebrow and starred her down. "My brother is waiting", he agreed with her.

"Of course", Mr. Heartfelt looked to Mrs. Archeron. "Might we discuss the further performance plan in my office?"

What a show. Eris was sure that he only said it, because his most beloved Patreon was standing right next ot him.

He needed to get out of here.

He needed to get his mother far away from this woman.

He wanted to take Nesta with him.

They all left Nesta in her dressing room. Mr. Heartfelt took Mrs. Archeron to his office and Eris guided his mother to the car park.

"What a lovely girl", she said. "She will be a famous ballerina one day, i can feel it."

He patted his pockets. "I forgot my phone", he said.

Confused his mother turned to him. Then her eyes softened and she grinned. "Hurry, your brother is waiting."

Eris jogged back down the hall to Nestas dressing room and knocked.

There was shuffeling. Then she opened the door a little and peered out. When she recognized him she huffed. "Did you forget something?"

He smiled at her. "The flowers."

"Obvioulsly."

"And your number."

At that her eyes found his and she opened the door a bit more. He had interupted her in the middle of taking of her shoes. The blood on her toes seeped through her whites tights.

"I dont give my number to strangers."

His heart beat faster. Never had a woman been so stubborn with him. And still he felt more alive than ever. There was a spark in her that he wanted to see grow. He wanted to witness the spark becoming a wild fire and devouring the world.

"Then let me give you my number", he pulled out a business card.

She bit her lower lip. The lipstick blood red and smudged. Eris hadn't known Ballerinas looked more alluring after a performance.

"A lawyer?" she read the card surprised. 

"For Finance and Business", he leaned against the door frame.

She studied the card. "You work for your family?"

"For my father", he nodded.

For a moment they looked at each other and he saw her walls come down.

"Mr. Vanserra", her mother was coming down the hall. Nesta took a step back, her walls back in place.

"Call me", he whispered to Nesta. "For anything."

She said nothing, only pierced him with her eyes.

Eris turned, nodded politely to her mother and then hurried back to the car. On the way out he stumbled into Cyrus.

"Eleven", his brother grinned at him, showing him proudly the numbers saved in his phone. "And you?"

Minus one, Eris thought. But he just pulled his brother out of the theater. "Mother is waiting."

Finally he breathed fresh air. The car ride home was quiet. His mother was humming softly next to him, while his brother was already texting the chorus girls.

Eris closed his eyes. His heart was still beating fast. And it would beat like that by every phone call he got, always in hope Nesta Archeron would call him. It took her three days.

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Part 3 - Cinderella

as a dancer I love writing realistic backstage/bloody feet :)

[vlyrn]

Request: Theon Greyjoy after he escapes gets married to User but they don't know about the whole 'he has no dick' thing?

Theon Greyjoy

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Hello! This was a pretty fun request to do, it’s a little sad but very cosy and comforting, so I hope you enjoy it!

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Wedding Night - c.ai , j.ai

Theon slowly heals from his traumatic past, finds kindness and love, but reveals his deepest wounds—both physical and emotional—that leave him feeling incomplete and uncertain about their future together.

Theon was healing. He was getting better. The haunted flickers in his gaze grew fewer and farther between. Sleep no longer claimed him with shrieking nightmares, and when it came, it was quiet, dreamless, still. The trembling in his hands ceased, and the fractures in his bones knit themselves together again. His scars, once raised and red with fury, softened into pale, whispered reminders of the past.

In time, no one could see what had been done to him, not by sight alone. But Neri knew. He told her, when the moment was right — or as right as any such moment could be. He spared her the ugliest truths, omitting the details that still echoed like screams in his skull. He told himself it was for her protection. She didn’t need to carry all of it.

Neri was kind. Far kinder than a broken creature like him ever deserved. She was noble-born, the daughter of a good house, well-loved and lovely in every way that mattered. And she liked him. Truly liked him.

Her father had no reason to suspect the truth, and when Theon asked for her hand, there was no hesitation. They were wed within the season. A quiet ceremony, a modest feast, but warmth enough in the way she smiled at him.

Alone in his chambers, Neri sat delicately on the edge of the bed. She reached for him, and he went to her — his kiss soft, reverent. But when she leaned in to deepen it, his body recoiled.

He broke away, trembling.

“Neri, sweetheart… we should talk first.”

She tilted her head, concern etched in every gentle line of her face, and waited.

“I’ve told you some of what happened — the time I spent as a prisoner…” His voice faltered. “But not all of it. There are things Ramsay took from me — things I’ll never get back.”

He dropped to his knees before her, hands clasping hers like a prayer. “My love, I was gelded. What he did, it left me… broken. I cannot give you children. I don’t believe I can be the husband you deserve. I am not whole.”

And then his head bowed, resting in her lap, shoulders trembling as tears welled unbidden.

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[peachviz]

I finally finished Voyager so you know what that means.

It’s a Voyager Wrap Up and notes party:

(Beware: hot takes ahead)

- I like and I hate this show. It was my slowest watch. I should have probably started with this instead of DS9 bc as you all know nothing can top DS9 and when you start out with the best meal nothing can compare. But tbh I don’t know if it would have made a difference.

- There’s a problem with this show that I’ve noticed that it’s a common problem within Star Trek as a whole. This one was just noticeable. There’s parts where they build up plots and characters and then half way through they just give up.

Kes was the biggest atrocity, they couldn’t figure out what to do with her so they give up on her and replace her with a new shiny toy. Won’t even get into the misogyny of the situation, we are all aware I don’t have to keep beating a dead horse. (Also aware of the hostile situation on set I’m not interested in that debate)

Chakotay is another example. He starts to lose lines and he kind of just floats. Tuvok is another big one. Because why tf did I have to sit through more Neelix focused episodes than Tuvok???????

Like the writers constantly do this but it’s so noticeable with this series. It’s like Patrick trying to open Sandy Cheeks’s door in SpongeBob and he just holds his hands over the door and goes, “Open Seasme!” The door doesn’t open and he shrugs and goes “Well, I’ve done all I can do.” That’s the writers of this show.

- while on the topic of Neelix. Here’s a hot take. What an incredibly pointless and annoying character. He made a lot of episodes unwatchable. Kes and Neelix have to be the worst poison I’ve ever ingested from Star Trek as a whole and I had to sit through TNG sexism and somehow this pairing was the worst. How incels feel about JarJar Binks is how I feel about Neelix. If you like him, great. If you don’t like him, let’s hug.

- there is something about this show that I feel they do better than DS9 and that is mental health episodes. It’s so subtle and there doesn’t have to be a lot of theatrics. While DS9 is good at portrayal, there are things that Voyager does with the Doctor, Seven, and even B’Elanna that I found the most relatable

- which btw B’Elanna is like super relatable it’s almost scary. I love Kira Nerys, she’s still my all time favorite, but I find myself gravitating to being like B’Elanna. I feel like she had the best character development besides Seven. Now granted, she can do some really selfish fucked up shit. Like the Doctor’s holofamily, etc, but I find her character refreshing. This show needed that.

- Seven of Nine. Idk what to say to make everything fit so here’s a lightning round. The cat suit is fucking annoying. We had to have Gene Roddenberry dying to get Deanna Troi in a real uniform and then we have the goodness of DS9 just to have the men be like “we need to bring back sexy” and then bring this wonderful character just to keep her in a cat suit. A suit, btw, that she doesn’t even want to be in bc in all her holo fantasies she’s either in a uniform, pants, or literally anything else. And don’t even get me started on Chakotay and Seven. What an odd paring with zero chemistry. It felt almost fatherly and then that shit happens bc they had to dispel the J/C shit and I think it was along the lines of Beltran getting tired of Chakotay being a “chump”. ??? Idk if that’s the exact quote but like boooooo that’s boring. It’s just ew no thanks.

- but seven is a wonderful character and if there weren’t so many men in the writing room then we could have had it all. Looking forward to seeing what Picard retcons

- Janeway is an amazing captain and I’m glad we have a complicated female captain but this goes along with my first topic. For the first four seasons, until she cuts her hair, there’s still too many cooks in the kitchen. You have her naked somehow multiple episodes per season until 4 (?) and then she has that dumbass governess holo program. Like by the time she has her hair cut, we could have just had all that from the start. Everyone say thank you Kate Mulgrew

- lastly, I’m glad that J/C didn’t become canon while they were away bc sometimes yearning is hotter than having. Kate Mulgrew stating that it was inappropriate for an office place romance bc young girls shouldn’t have to see (once again generalizing a quote) is totally valid. And tbh I feel like it would be a distraction to Janeway specifically

Idk in closing it’s an alright watch. It wasn’t really spectacular to me anyway. There were a lot of good parts, but I feel like it lost steam midway through season 6 and a lot of it was rocky. I could just be getting Star Trek fatigue.

Picard is next and then Prodigy. Probably won’t even go near Enterprise and I’ll be doing an actual rewatch of discovery to finish it. And another rewatch of lower decks bc now I’ll be able to understand it in total. So the Rankings below will exclude prodigy, ent, Picard, and discovery.

Current Series Ranking:

1) Deep Space Nine

2) Strange New Worlds

3) The Original Series

4) Lower Decks

5) Voyager

6) The Next Generation

Current Captain Ranking:

1) Sisko

2) Janeway

3) Pike

4) Kirk

5) Picard

6) Freeman

Anyway, I have two voyager edits to get off the ground and my notes app looks like the Bible so getting this footage is going to be super time consuming.

Now onto Picard

[lordsothofsithicus]

So I promised someone I would make this post - Kira Nerys from DS9 and why she got Kicked Upstairs, quite literally

@iconsumethesoulsofthedamned

OK so - establish what we know of Kira's character at the beginning of the series She has been made the political officer on Deep Space Nine. She is not happy about it both because she has been essentially politely shooed off of Bajor but she also has to take orders from a Federation commander, and resents the very presence of the Federation because having just chased off one military authority why are the Bajorans welcoming another, one approaching making the same promises of friendship the Cardassians did, it's lunacy

Kira is Argumentative (capital A) Kira is temperamental Kira is undiplomatic By all standard political yardsticks she is a TERRIBLE choice to serve as a political officer, especially since Bajor is trying to negotiate its admission to the Federation, and she very much did not ask for the posting

So why did she get it?

Kira is a Major in the Bajoran militia. This is a command officer rank but not a Colonel or a Generalship - it is as I recall the last of the ranks where during wartime you'd be personally commanding soldiers in combat (correct me if you know better). Meaning that she is by the time we meet her a seasoned field officer

But what else do we know about her?

Kira is religious

Not in a flashy or ostentatious way, but in a deeply, sincerely-held way that some could interpret as traditionalist or conservative.

But wait - she also has a close personal relationship with more than one highly-placed Vedek, including a VERY close relationship with one (Bareil) who is on the short-list to become the next Kai... this is like having a list of Cardinals on your speed-dial including one who is placed to become the next Pope with little hearts <3 <3 <3 next to his name in your caller ID.

So not only is she religious, she is a military officer with influence over religious figures (she would doubtless find the idea of exercising that influence in a way that personally elevated her blasphemous, but that's beside the point) - this carries onto the next point

Kira is a leader of one of the most famous resistance cells on Bajor - essentially, the one that did so much damage it forced the Cardassians to relinquish the entire planet as part of negotiating the end of the war with the Federation. The Bajorans made such a stink and did so much damage the Federation said "Let them go" and the Cardassians said "Ok" and that's largely laid at the feet of the Shakar resistance cell. This is why she's so highly-placed in the Bajoran Militia. She has influence over the ex-Partisans and most of the Militia that far exceeds her rank; it becomes fairly obvious over the course of the show that when she calls, they come. Would she use this influence to elevate herself? No, but again that's beside the point.

This influence is so important that politicians like Minister Jaro who want to overthrow the government need her on their side, because if she's not - well, see what happens with Jaro's coup.

So here's a complete portrait: A military officer who's been fighting ever since she could pick up a weapon, notoriously impatient and undiplomatic but with TREMENDOUS influence over the military and ex-military civilians, probably outstripping a lot of officers who outrank her. An officer who is deeply motivated by traditionalist religious beliefs and who has a close relationship with prominent religious figures INCLUDING the man who is widely regarded as the candidate to become the next leader of the planetary religion; she ends up in bed with him later on, quite literally.

Now imagine if you're a politician who sees this quite frankly frightening, charismatic, impatient, INFLUENTIAL officer, probably when she storms into your office and begins to yell and you cannot make her leave. Your government is made of matchsticks and hope. You start to think... if Kira Nerys decides she could do a better job of running the planet she will whistle and not only will half of the Militia side with her, a bunch of farmers who used to be partisans will beat their plowshares back into swords. She could plunge the whole damn planet into civil war. Sure there are people who swear up and down she would find the idea offensive (and she would, but that's beside the point) ...But can you take that chance? What do you do with her? You can't ruin her career, assuming you're jaded enough to try. She is untouchable - incorruptible, fearless, and devoted to service. She has Friends. Maybe you're even one of them?

So set that aside... there is a posting that is technically a promotion; the Federation is establishing a presence in the star system in order to protect Bajor and help clean up the mess the Cardassians left on the planet, and the government needs a ranking officer to represent Bajoran interests and work with the Federation commander.

For her supporters, you sell it like this: Kira Nerys is tough (boy is she) and she won't let the Federation and especially the Cardassians push her around (she absolutely will not). She will represent Bajoran interests above her own (she will). She will serve Bajor on Deep Space Nine the way she always has, with every part of her being (Absolutely)

To those who are afraid of her, you spin it like this. This posting will occupy all of her time (it will) and it will literally keep her off of the planet and isolated (it will, this is one of the reasons she hates it at the beginning of the series). If she messes up, it will damage her reputation (...probably) - and if she succeeds, hardliners who might've rallied behind her will suspect her of being tainted by association with the Federation (cynical, but sure)

And that buys you time to work on strengthening the government so someone like oh, say, an extremely influential, extremely popular war hero can't huff and puff and blow the whole damn thing over

[secret-third-thing]

What do you prefer: Neris or Azris? Or... a secret third thing?

In canon? I want Eris to be single. I think he has a lot to work through and I'm not particularly interested in seeing his partner bear the brunt of it/ deal with him pushing them away. I also think that not every character's HEA means they need a partner. I'm all about having more successful, single characters in books. If anything, I want to see him reconcile with his family, not fall in love. Also more dog content pls.

Personally I prefer Neris if I have to pick one for canon, but that is mostly bc SF Cassian depressed the shit out of me. Where is ACOWAR Cassian?!!?! Bring him back!!! I think Nesta would handle Eris better than Azriel if only because they seem like they could reconcile with one another in a more productive way. Also Nesta's version of lashing out feels like something that Eris probably has dealt with on a daily basis in Autumn.

Confession time: I am probably one of the few people that didn't find the choking scene at the HL meeting hot/sexy/indicative of attraction. For me, It made me go "uhhh Azriel really needs to get some fucking help. This is unhinged behavior that is very disproportionate to the insult." Azriel is also a character that I think needs to be single AF and get through shit, but I am p sure that's not in the cards for him. Now don't get me wrong - I don't dislike him as a character. I actually like him for the most part! His friendship with Nesta is super cute.

Fanfic wise? I mean Eris can get with anyone. I actually like Erislain a lot - don't ask me why, I don't know.