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Rating: T | 2k | Tamsand; Rhys & Rhys's Mother | tags: angst/bittersweet, minor comphet
After a night in Spring, Rhys returns home to find his mother sewing.
Read below the cut, or here on ao3!
tamsand tag list: @lovely-vanserra-sunshine @g00seg1rl @the-darkestminds
dividers from @tsunami-of-tears!
your boner is looking radiant tonight my liege
pspspspssspspsps (luring a fox into my loving arms
Lucien acknowledging that his love for Jesminda was real and no less beautiful and valid just because she wasn't his mate. Lucien acknowledging that a part of him will always love Jesminda but that doesn't mean he can't still learn to love again and give himself completely to another. Lucien finally letting go of the guilt and feelings of worthlessness he's been carrying around for centuries.....
@elainweekofficial | Day 04: Seen/Unseen
Amanda and I have been holding onto this beauty for far too long! We're so happy to finally be able to share this lovely art!
In honor of Elain Week, we wanted to get an art piece done with someone who not only sees Elain, but who truly cares about her wellbeing.
Thank you so much @/pablochmn for this magical art! It's so beautiful and sweet! We love working with you!
Art by: @/pablochmn
Commissioned by: @melphss & @amandapearls
Characters belongs to: Sarah J. Maas
characters: azriel yladi, eris vanserra, minor / brief cameos
pairing: azris
rating: explicit
word count: 4.4k / 12.8k
warnings: blackmail, complicated relationship, dubious consent, hate sex, murder, power imbalance, sex as self harm, torture, unhealthy relationship, unhealthy coping mechanisms
summary: an examination of azriel and eris's relationship over the centuries, wherein azriel is the one who tortured morrigan, wherein eris finds out and keeps azriel's secret — for a price.
a/n: .. …… .. . .. ..edging ? (also i know in canon tamlin probably wouldn’t be old enough to be hooking up with rhysand at this point but . in this universe he is. i had to slip tamsand in there somewhere and this was my only opportunity 😔✊🏻) find it on ao3 here. enjoy!
tag list: @buffy-vanserra @the-darkestminds (if u want on / off pls lmk !)
The invitation had arrived at high noon on a brisk, snow-kissed wind. Its pale wax seal was stamped with the shimmering impression of a snowdrop, and the seam it held together glowed an unearthly light. Once broken, the envelope unfurled to reveal an enchanted slate of ice, upon the unblemished surface of which a message etched itself in delicate, looping script.
As Atrius read each word aloud, the magic further hollowed out a pit in Azriel’s stomach, one which grew cavernous with a queasy, cold-sweated sort of anticipation over the weeks in wait.
There had been so much discourse surrounding the hosting and optics of the banquet to celebrate the treaty that Azriel had been hoping it would be contested into nonexistence. He had no interest in being at an event that would glorify the battles that haunt either side of his wakings, let alone one that would further see so many of the actors of his deception in such intimate proximity to one another.
But where Atrius goes, he is bidden to follow.
Azriel x Eris
I'm trying to get back into writing and what better way than to write a gift for @mistandmemories ?You're one in a million.
Eris needed Azriel’s attention. Yearned for it. Went mad if he did not have it. It was a weakness to be certain. And the Spymaster needed someone to rescue...
The fireling hummed at the spying shade. “You’d fetch your Singer for me wouldn’t you? If ever I was in need?”
The rogue shadow twined around his wrist, before slinking to the darkened corner.
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🎨by mahpiyaluta_ on IG
Gwyneth Berdara as she is described in DREAM CRUSHER. Please tell the artist, Mahpiya luta, how amazing this is. When I first commissioned her, this is the one I pictured first and she did not disappoint! Fic snippet and summary are below the cut, but you can also read DREAM CRUSHER here: LINK.･ﾟ:*
please do not repost.
At the risk of twilightifying the Archerons, I do love the concept of immortal beauty in the case of Elain. She was already bringing kings to their knees as a human, but as Fae, she is otherworldly. Ethereal. It’s a beauty she never asked for, a beauty obtained through the most traumatizing event of her life. How can she look in the mirror and love what she’s gained, when her new face reminds her of all that she’s lost?
Here’s Elain basking in the sun with my version of Jesminda from my fanfic A Court of Embers and Sunlight. I have to insert Jes into everything but UGH I can’t help it I love her so much. One of my favorite things to see in Elucien fics or Gen Elain fics is when Elain gets visions of Jesminda from the past, or she sees and speaks with her spirit. So I felt inspired to draw that for this prompt.
And now a ramble about me gushing over these two girls:
he just looks so torture-able . like it would be a disservice NOT to torture him.. . he WANTS to be tortured
characters: azriel yladi, eris vanserra, vera crisedus
pairing: azris x oc
rating: explicit
word count: 3.6k
warnings: they be fuckin
summary: newly-crowned high lord eris vanserra remains unable to process love and affection, but azriel and vera are happy to guide him through it.
a/n: uhhhhhh hope y’all are pro eris vanserra getting tagteamed bc he deserves to be. read it on ao3 if ur nasty :•)
His study is bathed in the flickering amber heat of the hearth, its warm glow defiant against the late hour. With a flick of his wrist, Eris incites the fire further. He sighs when this only casts more shadow over the report in hand, but he does little else to improve his lot.
After an eternity spent frowning at the words bleeding across the page, one of the doors to his study opens a hesitant crack. Eris, anticipating a servant unable to follow simple instruction, prepares to snap out a dismissal. It withers at the tip of his sharpened tongue upon seeing the silver of Vera’s head peek in instead.
She closes the door behind her as she steps inside, bare feet silent on the wooden floor, nightwear merely an impression of silk atop her body. Her eyes are drowsy with the clings of sleep, and her hair is unbound and unadorned, gently tussled where it cascades over her shoulders. This, more than her attire, is an exposing thing, one that has Eris shifting idly in his seat.
Vera settles in his lap without a word exchanged between them, tucking her feet between his thigh and the arm of his chair. She presses her face to his throat, the bridge of her nose firm at his pulse point. One of her hands slides into his tunic, and her palm is cool where it flattens over the swell of his chest, just above his quickening heart.
Into the crown of her head, Eris says, “You should be asleep.”
As Vera makes herself more comfortable, she releases a small orb of light to illuminate his page. How she knew he needed it, Eris does not know. “I won’t distract you,” she says, voice muffled.
“Go back to bed,” Eris urges. Yet even in the saying, he is wrapping an arm tight and proprietary around her hips. “I’ll be there soon.”
Her light flits to circle the piles of parchment covering every free inch of his desk, then returns. Liar, she calls him, in such few words.
“Only if you come with me.”
Her lips brush against his neck, and he instinctively tilts his head back for her. She offers a slow, plush kiss to the hollow of his collarbone, her thumb stroking affectionately along his skin. Eris shivers.
“Does this not constitute distraction?”
“Come with me,” Vera says over again. “Bring your work with you if you must.” After a beat, quieter, “I don’t like being in a bed without you in it.”
Eris wonders, idly, if she can feel how that sentiment cracks at his chest, so firm is she against it. Still, this manner of affection, overt and guileless, chafes against his upbringing. He says, “I don’t think the shadowsinger would appreciate the intrusion.”
From the entryway: “I wouldn’t mind.”
nedcat wedding night
The Lady of Autumn is next 🍂 I am committed to drawing more women.
Side note: Because I like to hurt my own feelings, I made her look the most like Marcel, her third son and coincidentally, the most cruel of the Vanserra brothers. I just think there’s something so [screaming and gunshots ensue] about the son with the most twisted and terrifying nature taking after the gentle, kind-hearted mother. While Marcel enjoys the resemblance — the false sense of security it offers his victims — the Lady of Autumn can no longer look in the mirror without being reminded of the cruelty reflected in her own son’s face.
