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Shallow Waters

Summary: Lucien spends the day with Eris (short one-shot).

Note: Thank you to everyone who shared plot ideas! Huge thank you to @acourtofladydeath for sending a whole list about a month ago :) I am back in my Eris era <3

Eris had always loved the forest. 

The trees grew tall in Autumn, little sky to be seen. Leaves fell to the ground on crisp winds and everything was constantly in motion, a comfort, like a boat rocking on gentle waves. 

As a child, Eris would spend hours on his own, preferring solitude to the company of others. The woods has been his safe haven, a place he could exist where the weight of his title as the High Lord’s heir lost some of its significance. 

Whenever Eris needed a break from his father, he would go to his home in the eastern territories. The forest was older, the rivers lovelier. If he could have spent his whole life there, Eris would have done so. His whirling thoughts always fell silent, and he felt the most at peace.

“Did you see me, Eris?” His youngest brother called, his laughter ringing, shattering the quiet.

“Mhm,” Eris hummed, not looking up from his book. Using the forest floor as a table, he scribbled a note in the chapter's margins. “Nicely done, Lucien.”

A moment passed before Lucien spoke again. “You weren’t even looking,” he accused, frustration clear in his voice. 

Eris briefly looked up from the page he was reading, leaning more comfortably against the tree he was sitting under. Lucien had his boots thrown off along the riverbank. His pants were rolled up terribly as he stood knee deep in the water, the fabric soaked through. “I was,” Eris lied. In truth, he did not have the slightest clue of what Lucien had been trying to show him, but he decided it was best not to further hurt his feelings. 

For a child not yet a decade old, he certainly had an attitude, Eris thought. Lucien crossed his arms, brows raised in a way that suggested he doubted his eldest brother. Eris flashed him a small smile, hoping he would simply let it go. 

Lucien threw his hands up in the air, defeated and dramatic. “Can I go deeper?” He asked.

“Don’t drown,” Eris replied, turning his attention to the book still in his hands.  

Eris read more, taking in the information and jotting notes so he could remember his ideas for later. After going through a few more pages, he paused, his stillness predatory when he noticed it was unnervingly silent. 

Eris looked up to see that his brother was no longer in front of him.“Lucien?” He called out, waiting. When there was no response, he repeated himself, tossing his book carelessly to the ground as he stood. 

Eris quickly jogged to the river’s edge, looking downstream. The water shimmered in the light filtering in through the leaves, flowing lazily. His mother would kill him, Eris thought, her favourite son dead, and not even at the High Lord’s hands. And Eris would never be able to forgive himself, not if something had happened to little Lucien.

Panic choked Eris as he stepped into the river, trying to reassure himself with the knowledge that nothing dangerous lived within the shallow waters. 

“What are you doing?” Lucien said, appearing next to Eris in a burst of golden light. His eyes shone brightly, lovely and foreign to Autumn.  

A death sentence.

Eris fell to his knees, the water cold as he reached for Lucien, pulled him close. He had never particularly liked affection as a child, and he liked it even less as a grown male, but he could not help holding Lucien to him in relief.

Like Lucien had done countless times, he put his arms around his older brother’s neck. “What’s wrong?” He asked, genuinely caring, able to read the emotions of those around him easily.

“Nothing,” Eris replied, large hand cupping the back of Lucien’s head. 

“Did you see me this time?” Lucien said innocently, unaware of the genuine worry he had caused, pulling away to look up at Eris with wide eyes. 

He nodded, “Yes.” Lucien smiled, dimples showing. “Yes, I saw, I’m very impressed.” 

Lucien shrugged, pretending it was nothing, but Eris saw through the act. There was pride in the way he held back his small shoulders, confidence at the rare words of approval. “All of you can winnow.” 

Eris knew he was referring to their brothers, but he also knew that they happened to be children of a High Lord. Whoever Lucien’s father might be, he was clearly a powerful male, Eris thought. “Lucien, you must keep it a secret,” he warned, voice serious. “Show no one else, you understand?” 

Lucien looked confused, frowning as he searched Eris’s face for any signs of deception. He looked ready to argue, a stubborn tilt to his mouth. 

“I mean it, Lucien, just for a little while,” Eris tried to have some empathy leak into his tone. 

Lucien must have seen something in Eris’s gaze that convinced him not to say anything more on the subject. “Alright,” he promised, russet eyes glowing gold as he hugged his older brother again, resting his chin on Eris’ shoulder. 

The river’s shallow waters continued to flow around them, and Eris held Lucien tightly.

[forestials]

‘In the spring he wore a crown of woodland flowers.’

[dragonmilks]

from a dear friend ✨

(my favorite details under the cut)

handmade by @staticstray

bee-tails more like lmao

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

Going to a corn maze (during dusk/night) with suguru since it’s fall!!!!!!

🥰🍂🍂

He’d make sure you’re extra warm and cozy with sweaters and coats before stepping out of the house <33

Corn maze with him is so romantic cuz he would want to be the one guiding you and being protective so you don’t get lost all alone 🥺

He would hold your hand extra right and keep it warm too, so it’s hitting two birds with one stone 🥰

Would make small talk constantly to calm your nerves if you get scared of not finding a way out!!

Once you do finish the maze he would be all smug and demand kisses/hugs for completing the maze <33

He’s sooo fall boyfriend corn maze warm sweater and soup coded ARGHHH I love him smmm 👹🍁❗️

FALL BOYFRIEND SUGUUUUU <333333333 you’re the realest anon he is SUCH an autumn guy :3c

AND A CORN MAZE …. wahhh that’s a really cute scenario……. he would be so protective :< i feel like he takes you there because you really want to, but he ends up taking it . very seriously LMAO …. holds your hand and guides you and reassures you :3c you have nothing to fear as long as he’s there !!!!

AND PLSS THE SWEATERS I’M GONNA MELT …. he would bundle you up soooo well during the colder seasons!! wraps you up in a comfy scarf and reminds you to bring gloves … would like it a lot if you wore matching coats or sweaters …….. he is theeee fall boyfriend ever . feels so at peace when he’s making you hot drinks in the evenings :’))) sooo sweet

[daily-basil]

first of all, your art is so pretty! your blog makes me want to draw basil again hehe :3

and for a request: basil with a butterfly landed on his nose because he i s the flower

Butterfly!!

[iersei]

PRAYING WE SECURE THE WIN!!!!

May I request a sexy Glenn Close as further propaganda for the non-believers!!!

[GET A SKETCH REQUEST BY: VOTING GLENN CLOSE HERE + BONUS POINTS FOR VOTING FOR NICKY AND GABLE HERE]

i promised the people and myself that i would draw glenn being a slut (christmas edition) if we stayed alive past halloween

so

[lcs-library]

Hihi lc! Love this blog's new look! One order of caramel chai and pumpkin bread for Omi Fushimi. Take all the time you need. Happy writing!

Hihi Noori!!! Thanks sm wahwah<333 I love writing for Omi, I think he's the most requested character here atp sldfkjsl but like. I don't blame anybody who requests him bc well. (has a tendency to project what I want in a man onto him) ANYWAY. Please enjoy!!

Request rules | Cafe menu | Autumn menu

Caramel Chai: How do they get warm with their s/o? A hot drink? A blanket? Maybe something wild?

📷Look at me in the eyes and tell me this guy doesn’t make the BEST hot chocolate known to man. 

📷Like you’ll be coming back home from a long day, exhausted and sluggish, and Omi’s already there to greet you with two steaming cups of hot chocolate, with whipped cream and marshmallows and everything.

📷You step through the door to your shared apartment, your body heavy, your fingers numb, your brain mashed to a pulp, only to perk up when smell something sweet wafting through the space. It’s then that Omi turns to you, a warm smile on his face.

📷“Oh, you’re home. I figured your walk home would be chilly today, so I made you some cocoa. Do you wanna have it with me?”

📷Wait, where did your heart go? And why is there a puddle on the floor????

📷Anyway, you quickly tackle him in a grateful embrace, nearly toppling him over as he chuckles lightly. 

📷“You’re welcome, sweetheart. Should we take this to the couch? We can get under the blanket and watch a movie or something. Does that sound good?”

📷You nod enthusiastically, ready for your well-deserved break. He chuckles, scooping you up to take you to the couch.

📷Needless to say, that hot chocolate was some of the best you’ve ever had, and it might’ve had something to do with the man who made it. 

📷(Also you may or may not fall asleep on the couch in his arms. And he may or may not hold you close the whole time. Maybe 👀)

Pumpkin Bread: They’re trying to learn how to knit something cozy! What is it? How does it go? 

📷Noori. I see you. This is on purpose. 

📷Omi’s very nimble, and def manages to come up with something cozy for you easily!

📷That said, he’s seen you wear a lot of warm clothes now that the weather’s been changing, but you never seem to wear scarves. He’s worried about your neck getting cold! That’s the most important part of your body to keep warm! 

📷So he gets to work on making you a scarf! 

📷He’s still a bit new to knitting, but he manages to pick out some yarn in a color you like and get to work. It’s a little bit janky in some places, but with a lot of determination(and some help from Yuki), it turns out to be pretty high-quality!

📷And, of course, he manages to surprise you with it hehe<3

📷“Hey, I made you something. Mind closing your eyes for me? Good job. And… open. Do you like it?”

📷Bro.🥺 He loves you sm. 

[fionnaskyborn]

And a heartfelt

HAPPY FIFTEENTH ANNIVERSARY TO THE GREATEST GAME OF ALL TIME: HALO 3: ODST!!!!!!!!

(Video originally posted by u/TechZen on Reddit four years ago, you can check it out here.)

[deus-ex-mona]

in shambles

[pynkhues]

Yes THANK YOU!!! Lestat is polar opposite of manipulative. He's too in the moment impulsive to manipulate anything. Okay, fine, he can be a tiny bit manipulative but it's such basic shit. Like orchestrating his first meeting with Louis and their first time. But he basically blows his manipulative wad on that. Next time he tries to manipulate Louis, he ends up in an unwanted open relationship with Louis still refusing to feed on humans. 😂🤣 Armand and Louis are totally projecting on someone who is essentially an evil himbo.

(x)

I don't know if I'd say he's the polar opposite of manipulative, haha, I think he can definitely try to manuever situations in his favour - like cutting off Antoinette's finger to give to Claudia under the guise that he's killed her when he's actually turned her / is about to turn her - but he's definitely too impulsive, volatile and bad at hiding his emotions to really manipulate characters or situations in the way almost every other character in the show is capable of (Armand, Louis and Daniel especially).

Lestat's power is felt in brute force, and that tends to be how he wields it more so than through strategising and manipulation. Like, they're all playing 4D chess with strategies to checkmate each other, and Lestat's just going to knock the board over when he starts to lose, haha.

[tadpolesonalgae]

i made the tadpolian gods an offering for the SCRUMPTIOUS chapter.

aka, how I see cbmthy, an aesthetic;

i hope girl gets her happy ending tho :(

your writing keeps on getting better n better i SWEAR

From, Anne!!

You made me a moodboard????

[clockwork-ashes]

Daylight

The smallest of stones, the greatest of ripples.

Summary: Eris learns that Lucien is not Beron's son (one-shot).

Eris paced the small room, his steps soundless. Barefoot, ready for bed, cold rough stone to warm soft carpet. Over and over, again and again, a comfort. 

The smell of copper, sharp like night blooming flowers, hung in the air. Eris noticed that he had bitten through the inside of his cheek. He traced the wound with his tongue, the salt and metal of his blood enough to ground him, to clear his mind.  

Eris took a deep breath. He knew all the flames of this world, it was his birthright. Centuries he had lived, had witnessed much, gained enough wisdom. 

Eyes like gold, glowing unlike any fire made of Autumn, Eris had seen only a glimpse of it and had known. Magic was ancient, but simple, responding like a trained hound to those who had taken the time to learn its secrets. Stoked to life in the court he had been raised in, Eris would have recognised the flames as his own. 

Daylight. 

Sunbright, lovely, Lucien’s eyes had been twin stars in the darkness. 

It had taken every ounce of self control Eris possessed not to rear back at the sight, a death sentence. 

An oath taken, a promise made in blood, Eris had nearly forgotten. His mother’s hands, claws as she had gripped his arm, begged her eldest son to grant her strange request. Everything had been made clear as Eris had silently watched the Lady of Autumn gently stroke Lucien’s curls from his face, eyes half-lidded and gold only like sunlight could be. 

Small for his age and precious as all fae children were, Lucien was coddled by everyone in the Forest House.  

Half a decade, nothing in the grand scheme of things, and yet enough to change everything. The smallest of stones, the greatest of ripples. 

The flames in the fireplace flared, Eris tugged at the short strands of blood red hair at the nape of his neck. He felt like he was drowning, his head already below the water’s surface, Eris choked on his own fear. 

“Eris, please.” His mother’s voice was quiet, a tremor in her words as she took to begging him once more. For what, Eris did not know, and in the moment he could not be bothered to care. 

Eris whirled around to face her, smaller than he remembered, the Lady of Autumn looked up at her son. His fear was reflected in her eyes, the weight of knowing that an executioner’s axe hung just above Lucien’s head. 

“How could you?” Eris snarled, the words biting, accusatory. Never had he spoken to his mother in such a way, the softest of tones always reserved for her. 

She shook her head, loose strands falling from her braid and framing her thin face. Defeated, her shoulders curved as she curled in on herself. Eris hoped she felt guilty. “You wouldn’t understand,” she murmured, dismissive and soft.

A strangled laugh, short and unamused, was dragged from deep within Eris. His mother took a careful step towards him, and Eris took a measured step back. Closer in age than half his brothers, Eris had always understood the Lady of Autumn. “Six sons were not enough?” Eris snapped harshly.

“All children are a blessing,” she did not look at Eris as she said it, more to herself than to him anyway. 

Eris wondered if those were the words his mother had told herself when she had first married the High Lord. A half truth quietly whispered when she had been alone, but not entirely convincing despite how often it was said.   

“A fate worse than death awaits him,” Eris argued, sure that flames had come to life in his amber eyes, voice louder. “You’re lucky father is in Spring, or Lucien would be dead already.”

“You don’t know that,” hands clenched into fists at her side, the Lady of Autumn raised her own voice to match.

Eris felt as the temperature in the room changed, uncomfortably hot, the flames in the fireplace and in the torches along the wall responding to the raging emotions of them both. “It’s cruel,” he hissed, “it’s wrong.” 

A child born of an affair, Lucien was well and truly doomed, and who else was Eris to blame but the Lady of the Autumn Court.

“And you know much about cruelty,” the condemnation was clear in the tone his mother used. 

If Eris had taken a moment to think, to consider how worried and frightened she was, perhaps he would have known to stop their argument. Instead, Eris pointed a shaking finger, angry, at the female that had raised him as best she knew how. “And whose fault is that?” The question was bitter, all poison, meant to hurt. 

“You can be so much like your father.” 

The last word a growl, the statement hung between them. Eris would have rather she had taken a knife to his chest. 

Almost as though the Lady of Autumn had struck him, Eris flinched back. 

With a startled gasp, eyes wide in shock and lips parted, his mother put out her hand. Regret, clear as river water, flashed on her sharp features. But the words had been said. “Eris,” she took a step towards him, “I didn’t–” 

The door opened suddenly, the ancient hinges screaming in protest, cutting her sentence short. Eris was glad for it, wished he had not come home, would have preferred the war camps to this. 

Eris had assumed the door was locked, panic coursed through his veins as he wondered who might have heard. Relief, like rain during a drought, came over Eris as Lucien walked into the room. Only the crackling of the fire could be heard, Eris and his mother silent. 

Eyes half shut with sleep, russet once more, Lucien dragged his bare feet along with a small blanket behind him. Eris watched as he rubbed at his eyes with one hand, as he broke into a little yawn.

“Ris?” He mumbled, voice heavy. “I thought I heard your voice.” 

Eris watched as his mother moved towards her youngest son, expecting him to go to her. Instead, Lucien made his way to Eris, nearly tripping on the blanket he had brought with him. 

“Why aren’t you asleep?” Eris barely recognised his own voice. 

With a half-hearted shrug, Lucien knocked into Eris’s legs. “I heard you talking in the hall,” another yawn before he continued, “You didn’t come say goodnight.” Completely trusting and entirely unaware of all that had happened moments before he had entered the room, Lucien clung to Eris. 

The Lady of Autumn watched with wary eyes as Eris lifted Lucien into his arms gently. “Let’s get you back to bed.” He murmured. 

Lucien merely hummed his response, tired. Resting his head on Eris’s shoulder, his breaths slowing once more. 

Eris could see the pleading on his mother’s face, but he did not look at her long. He turned his attention to the arched window, watching the first rays of the sun inching over the horizon.  

Daylight.

[third-king-of-salmonids]

Why are you so cool?

How are you so cool?

SALMONIDS ARE COLD WATER FISH ITS HARD NOT TO BE >:D

[courtjesterrr]

RAHHHHHHHHH NEB(BULA) KNIGHT BE UPON YEE

i asked autumn to give me a character and they gave me neb so you guys get neb in shovel knight✨

i WAS gonna draw shovel knight panicking in zero gravity but it was too hard doing perspective and posing and etc (i might add him later and repost if im feeling up to it)

Neb (character) belongs to @mod-autumn - @theautumnaldemon

Shovel Knight (character and game) belongs to Yacht Club Games

Only art belongs to me (@courtjesterrr)

Just Neb w/ out effects under cut

[jon-snows-man-bun]

1, 8, 9, 23, 34 - Vanserra Brother Ask Game

1. What are your names for the unnamed Vanserras? List all seven in order from oldest to youngest!

Eris - Lyam (dead) - Damien - Cato - Giles (dead) & Elias, twins - Lucien

A blend of French and Greek names, to cover the gap in convention between Eris and Lucien

8. Which brother looks the most like Beron?

I'm saying the twins, followed by Eris. I think Elias, the twin who was left alive after pursuing Lucien into Spring, would carry pretty deep mental and emotional scars from the whole thing: survivor's guilt from living while his twin died, regret about his involvement in the whole affair, fury at Beron for ordering it in the first place as well as anger at Eris for essentially choosing Lucien over him and knowing damn well Eris would have let him be cut down by Tamlin, too. It adds an extra layer of angst if he is now closest in appearance to Beron: he used to be able to tell himself he looks like his brother, but now that his brother is dead, he can only see his face in Beron.

9. Which brother looks the most like the Lady of Autumn?

Lucien for sure, both because it marks him as not like the rest AND on a pragmatic level, he has to resemble her. If he looked like Helion the ruse would be up.

I'm also an 'everyone knows but Helion' truther instead of 'everyone knows but Lucien', and that also only works if Lucien looks most like Mamaserra.

23. Do any brothers have secret children? 👀

Damien. In my fic he's a bit of a slut and a partyboy, resulting in... the Vandaughter. Also the Autumn Court is so ASOIAF coded, there needs to be illegitimate children knocking around to complete the Drama

34. Which brother would read ACOTAR?

Eris, because he's vain and would enjoy reading about himself, and Damien for the smut LMAO. He'd leave notes in the margins for sure

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