#things are HAPPENIIIIIING

[daincrediblegg]

I can’t even publish the ask yet but I want everyone to know that @prismatica-the-strange is actively trying to kill me about lady terror via my inbox and I’m going to gnaw their arm off in october

[gender-euphowrya]

YEA BOI!!!!!! SURGERY IN OCTOBER YAAAAAAAA

[readychilledwine]

Kissed by Fire pt 3

Summary - Amelia Archeron, the oldest of the made sisters, sacrificed more than her sisters would ever understand, and more than she would ever allow them to know. Now, they want her to sacrifice her one chance at happiness, too.

Warnings - Amelia was a prostitute, body insecurities, mentions of abuse, and the author's loose understanding of chess, but using it more as symbolism and foreshadowing

A/n - it's happeniiiiiing. Things are short and sweet to allow me to make a giant scene where Eris and Amelia meet in the next chapter, and we get to hear Eris say my favorite Eris line to her 🫠

Series Masterlist ✨️ Eris Masterlist ✨️ Master Masterlist

Rhys sat across from Amelia, a chessboard set up between them. 

He was ruining a game he and Azriel had been playing before he left for the Mountain, but he could not think of any other way to explain to Amelia how powerful and valuable she was, and this was a language the oldest sister would understand after years of playing with her father.

“Lower fae with minimal powers,” he grimaced at the term, “would be like the pawn pieces.” He held one obsidian Pawn in his hand. “They're able to move one space toward but can not go back. Lesser fae can sometimes winnow, but if they make it is another conversion entirely, and they will be worn magically from the effort.”

Amelia nodded. She watched as Rhys picked a bishop, “Low fae with more magic singing through them would be like a bishop. Larger winnowing patterns are possible but still limited.”

“Most fae who prefer to call themselves by their race, such as my illyrians, would be similar to a knight. Capable of larger movements and typically able to jump exactly where they want, granted, most would rather just fly, so winnowing is not a skill the Illyrians truly care about.”

“All brawn no brain,” Rhys smiled at her statement.

His hand moved to a rook. “High fae would be similar to the rook. Typically they're able to go wherever they like within reason, but the jump may be difficult and use more magic than expected.”

He ignored the king piece, the least valued piece in chess, and moved to the queen. “You, my dear Amelia, are the queen piece. There is no limit on your movement,” he paused, ensuring she was looking at him. “Through our world or into another if wanted.”

“Lovely. What exactly does that mean?”

Rhys smiled at Amelia, watching as she rotated in her seat to stare at the map of constellations he had charted many years ago. “It means you can lead whole armies into new worlds and territories by just looking at one of those strings that holds the fabrics of our world together. It means the realm, our world, can communicate to you where to go when you ask and you can get there regardless of the distance with less than half the amount of effort it takes for a High Lord to winnow from Spring to the Night Court.”

He paused, looking at the map with her. “It means you could pull one of those strings and open a rift to a new world. If they are out there.”

“And why is this such a useful skill that you all are now fighting about taking me to Hewn City?” Amelia clocked Rhys straighten slightly, eyes glaring.

“You've been listening to conversations not meant for you again.”

Amelia leaned forward, wrapped in that sweater that made Rhysand's skin crawl anytime he saw it. “Perhaps you all should not discuss someone like they aren't sitting in the same home as you. Who is Eris?”

Rhys sighed, leaning forward to meet her at eye level and show her he would not, and would never, be intimated by her. “Eris is Lucien's older brother. He is a heartless, cruel, and selfish asshole.”

Amelia rolled her eyes. “I've been around my fair share of bad men, Rhys. 

“Not that were over 500 years old and used words for warfare. Eris likes powerful things. He will see you as an object for collection.”

“Sounds familiar," Rhysand glared at her serpent smile, "You assume I would allow myself to be collected.”

“I assume it would be best to protect you and not risking him charming his way to you.”

“So, he's charming.” Rhys could help but laugh, watching as Amelia smiled too, the air feeling lighter. “I still think you should let me go.” She batted her lashes at him, watching as his chest stilled and smirked.

“You are dangerous as well. Batting those pretty eyes to get your way. Have you always been like this?”

“No,” she replied softly. He watched her mind go back to a simpler time, chasing a young Feyre through the market in fine clothing before going back to the night she sold everything to keep them alive. “I was made dangerous.”

Amelia stared at the scrap of the clothing Feyre was holding up to her. She could have sworn this was Rhysand mocking her, attacking her despite the period of almost friendship they'd had the past week. 

“I'm not wearing that,” Amelia curled into herself, hugging herself tighter. “That isn't even a dress.” The dress, if she caved to Feyre's desires and called it that, was surprisingly white. But it would cover nothing. 

Amelia had worn dresses like it before. Dresses meant to entice and entertain. Dresses meant for seduction. Dresses meant to flaunt. She hated them every time. Her mother and grandmother had beaten modesty into her, and her former line of work had ripped it apart. She had hoped in this new body, this new life, she could go back to the safety fabric offered.

Rhys had promised never again. He promised her safety. This dress wasn't safety. “Ask Rhys if there's something else I can wear.” 

Feyre's smile fell. “I am high lady of this court-”

“Then if it was your idea, I will remind you that you are my sister. My baby sister. Asking me to wear this is so violating, Feyre. I would never ask that of you. Regardless of my status over you." The one you constantly hang over my head was left unspoken. It was resentment on Amelia's end, just annoyance at Feyre's newfound entitlement.

“Do you not want to reclaim your body? Hybern took your human body from you. Don't you want to own what you have now?”

Amelia could hardly believe what she was hearing as she mentally called for Rhys, and he appeared. “I do not have to wear that to reclaim myself.” The High Lord's eyes were wide as he took the dress from Feyre. They were communicating silently between them, the female glaring up at her husband. 

“I had a different dress commissioned in case you said no to this one. We do allow choice in this court,” Rhys started slowly, taking Feyre's jaw in his hand. “If your sister likes this one so much, she can wear it herself.”

Amelia couldn't help but smile at the two of them. Despite her and Feyre never being as close as she would have liked, seeing her happy, seeing Feyre smile, brought Amelia joy. “You look beautiful when you're happy, Feyre.” You watched her sister flush and Rhysand smile wide. “Even if your mate is mediocre.” The male's mouth fell open as Feyre began to laugh, eyes sparkling at the sign of life coming back to Amelia. 

“Lia! You can't say that,” her voice was laced with giggles as Rhysand stood there in shock, seemingly too stunned to speak. “I think you broke him.” 

“Good,” Amelia kissed her brother's cheek softly before taking the dress, caving to Feyre's wants for once in her younger sister's life. “He needs to be humbled every so often. I will wear this once. Then, I want things that cover a bit more. We can compromise on design." Feyre sighed as Amelia kissed her temple, that once motherly love healing a small part of her. "I am going to freeze in this."

“What do you want in return?”

“Freedom for the night. No brooding male following my every footstep. No wings hovering in the distance. Just freedom for one night.”

Feyre did not give Rhysand time to fight. “Deal!”

Eris hated Hewn City. He had since he was first brought to the Mother forsaken place as a child, but now it reminded him all too much of that mountain. Of Amarantha. 

He wondered how Rhysand had the strength to be down or if the strength was just another finely crafted mask the male wore. 

His usual room had not changed since he was last here over a hundred years ago. Eris threw himself on the bed, allowing a few moments of rest on the dark sheets and blanket before he would have to get dressed into the fine trousers and jacket he had packed himself. 

He had no worries about Keir. Dealing with that male was easy. If he believed he was benefiting from whatever he was offered, he normally took the bait without question.

He had packed an exquisite outfit, smiling at the amount of his father's money sewn into each thread. He checked it over, ensuring nothing was loose and out of place before getting dressed. He could already hear the music, the laughter, and smirked, knowing he was late and would walk in while Rhysand was already sat on his throne. 

He walked along the palace walls, waiting until the doors opened before entering. Azriel was the first to spot him, immediately going to Rhysand and whispering in his ear. He felt those violet eyes on him studying him, but nothing mattered to Eris as much as what he saw. 

There, on the dance floor, was the most beautiful female he had ever seen. For Eris, nothing else mattered. There was no one else there.

It was just her. 

That beautiful creature, laughing too hard to be deemed appropriate. Smiling larger than she should. Dancing with every male that asked. 

She was an enigma, and Eris was more than ready to dive into every complex piece of her.

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[thequietkid-moonie]

OMFG OMFG WAAAAAAHHHH !!! ITS HAPPENING !! ITS HAPPENIIIIIING !!! WAAAAHHH !!!!

Okay okay, let me explain myself 😶

As you can noticeeeee I put a lot of love and efforts to the aestetic of the blog, in each fic there is always a picture of the characters before the name

At first it was just that but after some time after starting the blog I thought to myself "What if the imagine of the character matches what is expressed on the fic??? It would be that cool, right???" and I agreed to my silly idea

Weeeell, it took me almost a year (due the depression and exhausting and all other things) to finish doing new pictures for the characters with diferent expressions but is finally done!!!

I have a few pictures for each characters, I have at least one for every single characters I have wrote for!! (and some for wich I haven't wrote yet) even for those I don't write anymore or wrote as an exception have being updated with a prettier picture !!!

You can go to any fic and can check it out! Look at the pretty picture if the characters! I checked all the fics I have post to make sure every one has their new pretty picture (if you find one that still have the old ones please let me know)

Sadly I can't do anything for the reblogs, those will be ugly forever :(

Also, each one-shot has their own unique imagine because i thought it would be a cute detail ❤️

I'll probably re-do some of the old ones or those who doesn't convince me (i already did for a few but there are some fandoms that i still want to change), but that will have to wait, im exhausted of doing this

Anyways, hope you like this new pictures as much as I did ❤️❤️ I did it with all the love i have for this blog and for writing ❤️❤️

[sh4tt3rg1rl]

I fall asleep for A FEW HOURS and I come back to CARNAGE what is happeniiiiiing

Sun fucking killed hammer but now hes back and sun got her memory wiped and is rebooting. Great opportunity for design and personality tweaks for me, though!!! And now she doesn't have that whole drinking thing, so that's good!!! Er. Yeah!!!!!

Yeah but sigil "popped her little head off" /ref

[readbythestarlight]

c2e114

Oh my GOD

Matt is Artagan

Travis is Orli (complete with bagpipes that sound like a kazoo and I can’t breathe)

Laura is The Gentleman

Liam is.....?? Astrid?? I would never have guessed

SAM omg. Kiri!!

ASHELY IS HENRY CRABGRASS

Taliesin is Zenoth okay lovely hair

Marisha is... Lady Celia aksjaksjska with her CENSORED hand

[[MORE]]

Sam stop

Latex Dork huh

I don’t even want to know xD

Yes! That’s so cool I’m so proud of them for starting yet another branch of the company

lol Cad "I don’t have time for that" Cad

THE BOY IS ACE

THE BOY IS ARO-ACE?

Love it

lol Yasha

I’m only like vaguely following this tonight and I feel like I’m probably missing something important

I like this guy and his cool battle wheelchair

Inside huh

Looting okay so

Oh

He can see her?

Oh fuck

It IS Lucian

I mean I knew but

"Follow her"??

"I see many things with nine eyes"

Where is he?? And who is he following??

"Once more I have what she took from

me" WHO??

WHAT IS HAPPENIIIIIING

Oh wait

THE book

What if Lucian is an old old consecuted soul who has gone mad

lmao poor Taliesin

Alpha and alpha—two A’s? Beginning and beginning?

And what/where is home? The crazy flying nightmare city??

Jester’s frustration about the book akaksjsks

Also I just realized if Lucian stole that from Ves then that means he’s THERE

NOW

WHERE THEY ARE

AND THEY JUST WENT TO BED

Watching Beau and Yasha interact is almost painful at this point

Oh we’re having the deep discussion now okay

That’s good

OH MY GOD

A POEM

OH GOD

OH

GUYS

ITS HAPPENING

ITS HAPPENING

"You wrote me a poem"

"Yeah"

THE ROMANCE

goddddd

"nooneseverwrittenmeapoembefore"

"Well... they should’ve."

Y’ALL

Ves isn’t downstairs because she’s busy freaking about her book being stolen

Seeee this is why y’all shouldn’t have gone to bed

Yaaaas Fjord intimidate them

YAAAAS

See if y’all had just bothered to use your collective 3 brain cells last night smh

I TOLD YOU HE WAS THERE

YOU DUMBASSES

god

Oh my god

He totally BLOOD HUNTED HER

Holy SHIT

oh my god this turned dark REAL fast

I kid you not every dog in my neighborhood just started howling irl

Guys just tell them the truth like

Nobody’s gonna assume you killed her rn and hiding it will only make it worse

Wait

She had them always??

SHES PART OF THEM??

Why are y’all trying to HIDE this??

Morons

They’re not using any of the brain cells rn

Okay okay

“They are my connection. They are my right to be... nonagon.”

Spooky af

“Something found. Something wasted on those who discovered it. Something I was so close to unlocking.” Don’t like THAT.

Doesn’t know what the phrase means.

Pieces of where the city is scattered, fuck.

Yes do tell us wtf a nonagon is

“Nonagon is a vessel. It is a key to Cognouza. It is the one to free the Somnoven.”

WHAT the fuck does that mean??

YES Taliesin GOOD question

“I’m the one who did it” FUCK

HOLY SHIT

What are the odds that four of them have a history with strange women (Caleb, Veth, Beau, Molly) and Veth and Beau were the same but the other two are obviously different

Like what are the odds of that similarity between all their backstories??

Anyway I’m still not sure why they’re hiding the body and hiding the fact that she was just murdered

Anyway I did NOT see that coming, I knew he was in her room but I didn’t think she’d be dead and I didn’t think she’d also be nonagon so

Wild

[adventuress-alex]

It’s happeniiiiiing! I’m moving!!!!!! Portland here I come (in January) the last couple weeks have been crazy and amazing. My friend got a job in Portland so I’m following her there. I’ve been applying/interviewing for jobs, I started packing and we’ve been looking at apartments and we’re moving in January! AHHHH! its so insane and I have a huge range of emotions but overall I can’t wait. I’ve been waiting and ready for a change and this has all worked out so perfectly, it’s the first thing that’s felt completely right in a long time and I absolutely can’t wait for this next adventure!

[sherokutakari]

Things are happeniiiii~ng 👀

[krakenator]

CHAPTER 19 aka “Time Out”

SPOILERS are sprinkled around extremely liberally for The Property of Hate

Masterpost here

Dude, Hero’s schism got fucked WIDE open my god. Then again, running directly into a storm of Nothing can’t have done anything good for it

Clever girl solves the equation. Immediately sets out to test it despite fears because it is GOOD SCIENCE

But chickens out when source of experiment shows signs of vague consciousness. Fair enough

BUT- turning his dial to TV mode is supposed to knock him the fuck out ENTIRELY. RGB is supposed to JUST be a TV and nothing more. Negative once again out there breaking all the set rules, like the menace he is. Even if its just sleep-talking

Aww- the amour took a real beating, but it did a MARVELOUS job protecting her- the bottom half of her face is pretty much 100% fine! Thank god for turtlenecks

More speechbubbles directly from the mystery man himself! So, Negative’s text is white and his bubbles are rectangular static

And once again… the flower dies once it has fulfilled its purpose

the actual petals are sticking around this time... this is gonna be one heckuva beautiful but incredibly weird ruin people come across. that the Idea and snail will come across

WHY IS the Idea following them, anyway???

Hero you precious bean I would kill and die for you

But YIKES her voice. Don’t do Nothing, kids

Lovin’ these parallels. Both times RGB’s finished being Negative Hero’s had to drag him places, sings, and wears his hat. Last time it was sad, this time its funny

Look at how tall the fence is. LOOK AT IT. I don’t CARE how much we’ve established that RGB is a secret muscle boy, how the FUCK did he throw her 50 feet in the air

I mean its possible the Nothing shifted around the sand bordering the fence so much that sea level dropped a bunch but STILL. HECKUVA YEET

About this door though… was it always here? Did it just... appear for them? It’s also the only one here. Back when first entering, the door RGB used was amongst a bunch of them. Time’s hangout also has a bunch of these doors. 

having said that... hold on. hold the fuck on

its the same goddamn place. we’ve come full circle, baby! and, even MORE evidence-

same doors! 

Oh, OH! New suit!

PAN FLAG PAN FLAG PAN FLAG

WE STAN ONE DISASTER PANSEXUAL ON THIS BLOG

RGB thinks he’s a distinguished pan but we all know the truth

Have I mentioned before loving how Hero’s thoughts are shown as a kids drawing? If so I’ll say it again, because I love it

Something tells me RGB’s gonna reach for the nightmare Hero just threw about willynilly and find it missing at a super unfortunate moment. it’s basically got it’s own panel, this si gonna come back to bite us

Are you ever LATE to anything if you’re literally Time? Asking for a certain white rabbit

Interesting that fire in this story has so far only been a destructive force- the sun’s scorching nature and its association with light, the burning iron to RGB’s face that killed him, how Nothing is reminiscent of a forest fire; and yet here, to burn Hero’s tongue is to restore her voice

TIME’S DESIGN THOUGH

I love how he’s basically three people/perspectives jammed into one body all interacting with each other. It’s bonkers

How he interacts with himself across pages

His speech is black box, echoing white text (so, kinda the inverse of RGB) and I love how clock hands act as tails, joining boxes from one to the other to easier follow the flow of his speech

His domain is apparently outside of the Make Believe? like, in this weird inbetween-

motherfucker

THE CHAPTER TITLE IS “INBETWEEN” GOD DAMNIT

HIS THORAX IS AN HOURGLASS

Time is helping them, giving Hero back some color and draining RGB of some festering emotion. Time heals all wounds

Time’s candle’s are also growing throughout the entire interaction- they begin as uneven stubs on page 364... and finish as full antlers

BUT BACK ON TIME’S HANGOUT BEING INBETWEEN WORLDS- Hate’s hangout is also like this. we enter/exit the Make Believe through these golden doors, Dial ALSO exits the comic by walking through a door. a far more hidden one, but same principle. Makes you wonder if Time also has a method of cutting you out of the story like Hate did to Jules and Melody

Is Time literally telling me that the reason RGB bleeds out of his face is because he is emotionally constipated on a chronic level? That’s amazing. That’s incredibly on brand for RGB

So, honestly, paying for Madras’ wares with pints of color is probably kinda good for him. Let out your feelings a little

BLOODLETTING IS A LEGIT MEDICAL PRACTISE, YOU HEARD IT HERE FIRST FOLKS!!!

But back on that joke way back where music lesbians were ragging on RGB about what he tastes like; considering it’s literally an almost incomprehensible mashup of his bottled up emotions, “sharp”, “sour”, and “cheesy” are probably real, literal, and canon

The canonical answer is ��awful”

Color restoration, go!

Time’s heating up the colors using one of his candle flames- distilling it? And what’s getting sprinkled in there?

i think the crunched up stuff is the star he pulls down on page 367?

CONFIRMED on next page: the medicine was ‘starlight, feelings, and regret’

So if they had’t run into Time and RGB had woken up, do you think he would have solved Hero’s coloring dilemma the same way? “Here, Hero, come now, drink up. It’s only my blood”

Huh- so acknowledging the contradiction of the fire to heal Hero. And flame is used once again to heat up the sand sprinkled into the drink so it wasn’t frozen

So RGB is never fully dead. Interesting.

eeeey, Hero’s schism has also knitted back together a bit- we’re back to what is, at this point tbh, the usual baseline of schism

Y O we’re gonna see Madras again!! yes!!!! now the question is- is Time just saying “yeah you’ll run into her again soon” or “i personally will expedite things so you run into her soon. its juts a lil time travel”

Hate took/will take Time’s eye? Bruh. At least my exes never poked out my eyes. Are we getting set up for an eye for an eye pun here mod? Are we? Did Time poke out one of Hers first or are we gonna get to see Time come in later to exact equivalent revenge?

alternatively, ‘she’ is Madras. after all, we can’t tell if Time is speaking with with capitalization here, since ‘she’ only appears at the beginning of sentences. either way, it’s looking like we’l be going back (or forward?) to the House of Paint!

this is also a super neat example of using page composition to tell us which Time is speaking, and using the growth state of antlers as another visual cue.

Time is... a hare...... has antlers....... that’s a fucking jackalope

ADDITIONALLY the antlers are candles, which......... JACK O’ LANTERN? REALLY MOD?? I LOVE THIS

She loses WHAT

MOD? HELLO? WHAT EXACTLY ARE YOU PLANNING FOR MY PRECIOUS DAUGHTER HUH

More exposition on why Hero entering the Make Believe kills her “waking” identity

(dreamy sigh) mod, I know I’ve yelled at you a lot throughout this entire reading but please now it is out of deep, reverent love for the story and worldbuilding because mod, modmad, uncle mod, sarah jolley- you are hitting exactly on all my favorite story setting tropes. Hero’s out of her mind. God. Fuck. I love it. this might be my favorite page

i f uckign- love this panel? reinforcing that Hero’s home is so close, and yet so far- it’s under their feet, but unattainable. she can’t go back, and ‘home’ is looking far more like her thoughts and scribbling than it is a tangile reality. she’s just. in the clouds n-

her head is in the clouds >:(

TIME PLEASE. DON’T BLAME ME FOR HERO’S PREDICAMENT BY STARING OUT AT ME WITH THEM BEADY EYES

Time, snidely: They know who They are

I love the full antlers. how far we’ve come in just like... jesus christ, did all this manage to happen in just 9 PAGES? this has been........ a lot lmao

Dgsafjkghf Time LITERALLY ROCKS HER TO SLEEP that’s amazing

Time wtf the fuck do you mean that’s the same word twi-

...I gotcha

RGB is going to wake up so confused. Where did this weird glass boat thing come from? Why are all the tricks up his sleeve littered all over the floor what the hell. HERO WHY ARE YOU COLORS FADED. WHAT DID YOU DO. Damn, at least I’m in my swankiest suit of all

The moon starts to wane as Time spins it! Neat detail

well that only took forever! we’re caught up to the comic at this point in time- I mean, chapter 20 is like 5 pages underway but I kinda like the format of just doing it all in ONE BIG GO, so I guess we can expect the next one’a these to be when Cut To concludes. that’ll be a while, but hey, good to marinate on stuff for a while

there’s already so much going on in chapter 20 oh god thINGS ARE HAPPENIIIIIING

Next time on TPoH we’re checking in on all those other cool cats of the comic

[ohbthr]

Revenge Sandwich Week 4 - Part 1

Ch 31 - Italy: Sinbad the Sailor

I already made this joke, but Edmond and The Island of Drugs will never not be funny.

That is......not my experience with pot.

Ch 32 & 33 - The Waking / Roman Bandits

This just made me laugh. No other reason.

[excerpt missing for terrible content]

WHYYYYYY IS THIS HAPPENIIIIIING

NO ONE ASKED FOR THIS STORY DUMAS.

“I- uh- well, there was this thing with statues? On an island? You know what, never mind.”