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12 hounds you say? Eris is Acotar's Disney princess

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2025/05/25 Writing Update

Ongoing

A Taste of Evening Honey - Azris | Ch 4/22 | Rated E for Extra Spicy (though spice will be on the back half)

Chapter 5 will be coming out sometime in June or July.

Three Days, Four Nights - Azris | Ch 4/? | Rated E for Extra Spicy

Chapter 5 will be released in June.

Upcoming

Current Focus: Azris Week 2025

Will be posting all seven days WOOP WOOP!!

In Beta Review (thank you @makinglongwordsslutty and @pippsmcgee for agreeing to beta. You two seriously rock!!)

Day 2: Slice of Life | Rated G

Day 4: Read Between the Lines | Rated E (Extra Spicy)

Day 5: Favorite Trope/AU | Rated T

Day 3: Contact | Rated T

In Revisions

Day 7: Free Day | Rated E (Extra Spicy)

Day 1: Creature Feature | Rated E (Extra Spicy)

First Draft In-Progress:

Day 6: Safe for Work | Rated M most likely

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Work priority:

Azris Week fics (early June)

A Taste of Evening Honey Ch. 5, closes out part one (June/July) *

Three Days, Four Nights Ch. 5 (June) *

* _ There's a chance that these may swap in priority, we'll see. I want to commit to a June release for 3D4N.

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Azriel's weakness was Eris wearing his jacket. The image lit the dry tinder in his loins. The jacket was oversized on Eris's frame; it hung off of his shoulders, swallowed his body. He found himself jealous of his shadows: wanting to join them slithering in the warm gaps between leather and skin.

Three-Word Theme: weakness, rustle, coat.

NSFW version is available on ao3

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Eris Vanserra cares about public perception!

But perhaps not in the way we’re led to believe…

Inspired by a talk about Eris’s character the other day, I want to address a tendency that I’ve seen among us Eris-enthusiasts: Mainly that we sometimes downplay his canonical dismay concerning how he’s perceived by others.

See, I don’t buy the interpretation of him as this cold, practical realist who doesn’t care what others think of him. Or that he’s “all about appearances” in the somewhat shallow way Mor suggests. That is part of his mask and, in my opinion, self-preservation.

I believe that while he might be forced to think practically and take the bigger picture into consideration, it truly bothers him when he’s perceived and depicted as cruel, and he’s not uncaring in regard to how his actions have rendered him disliked and isolated (in terms of lack of meaningful relationships).

We see it on page several times. Both in ACOWAR and ACOSF.

He gets defensive/upset when Mor and Feyre suggest he abuses females, and that he hunted Lucien and Feyre down because he wanted to, for example. And despite some people’s insistence that he doesn’t have anything to be sorry for (here, I’m guilty as charged) he explicitly states he regrets his choices in regard to Mor. To me, it’s rather obvious that it still weighs on him after centuries, even though he claims not to care what she thinks of him.

And while he does fight Feyre and calls Mor a slut, he also treats Nuan (a female tinkerer hailing from Xian) with respect—which negates the interpretation of him as inherently misogynistic (just to pick one example). But this post isn’t about his character in general. It’s about how he’s affected by the world’s perception of him.

In addition to becoming upset at accusations of misogyny and cruelty, we see him express clear jealousy and/or negative emotions in situations where his lack of meaningful relationships come up. We see it when he tells Cass that he told Beron how the Night Court was “disgusted to arrive and find it was me, rather than someone from the Summer or Winter Courts or whoever stoops to associate with you”. This is clearly jealousy, and even Cassian picks up on it.

In ACOWAR, he tells Rhys that, “Not all of us were so lucky in our friends and family as you, Rhysand” which to me (despite his nonchalant thread-picking in this scene) also testifies to a wish to have those relationships himself.

Furthermore, when he sees Lucien again after the battle against Hybern, even Feyre notes something like regret, like sadness, in his expression. He also gets defensive when Cass expresses empathy towards him (which he refers to as pity) at the end of ACOSF—possibly because he can’t bear it.

Because that would be too close to what he longs for: someone caring about him; someone seeing him for who he is. And the way his eyes blaze when Cass tells him he’s not a monster? That’s not the expression of someone who doesn’t care what others think of him. It’s just not.

So, to sum it up: the Eris in canon isn’t a dispassionate lone wolf who gives zero fucks about others’ opinions and desires to be alone. And he’s not without regret. Regardless of what we think about his actions, or whether or not that regret is warranted, he feels it. That’s canon.

He acts mean and uncaring in the books, and one could definitely argue he’s a jerk. But that’s largely because he’s had to become one to survive, not just in a cutthroat Court with Beron as his father, but emotionally as well. Because it’s been necessary for him to distance himself that way. Otherwise his situation would have broken him centuries ago.

And I think this—the fact that he actually cares about his reputation despite his facade—makes his story even more hard-hitting. More heartbreaking than it already is.

As if he doesn’t have enough of a burden to carry in the first place.

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For the long haired Eris gang! 🌹

I fear making Eris look too much like Lucien when I draw him long haired- So the expression must serve extra cunt🤌

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Eris doesn’t actually believe Azriel lives in a cave. Still, he's made one too many jokes about it.

The first time Azriel invites him over he fucks with Eris and takes him to the darkest, slimiest cave he can find in the court of nightmares. He shows it off like it's his pride and joy and watches as Eris squirms, trying his hardest to pretend like he is totally fine and happy for Azriel.

The joke goes too far, and every time Azriel goes to tell Eris the truth, the male does something incredibly sweet to make sure Azriel knows he is important and deserves so much more. Eris has never been sweet and warm, so this is new, and Azriel gets addicted to it and never tells him. Which is really confusing for Rhys when Eris starts to make underhanded comments at family dinners, wondering how Rhys can sleep at night in his opulence while his brother lives the way he does.

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lucien's massive tits and azriel's slutty waist. blink if you agree

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I'm starting to post a new Azris fic next week and Azriel is gonna make the prettiest Captive Prince Shadowsinger!

I started with willow charcoal, then went to compressed charcoal and chalk pastel. Here's how it built up... I love seeing all the changes it goes through 😊

Thanks Pip for all the plotting already and Mist for getting me so excited by this idea, love you guys xxx

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Outtakes Tuesday

Hellooo, I’ve come to dump some drabbles I probably won’t finish. It’s not much but I wrote em with my clit and hope you enjoy 😇😘

“Gotta lotta attitude,” Azriel no-shitted.

“Gotta lotta dick that you’re not fucking me with,” Eris made an equally inane observation.

A slutty sort of standoff had begun in the Vanserra household: a ginger brat with spread legs and a shadowsinger who didn’t want to admit he had just jerked off twice before Eris got home; Illyrian or not, he needed a bit. And the last thing Az needed was his already egotistical husband to levy his simpiness against him, because there’d be no denying it.

“Yeah, you like that?” Cassian asked, a goading lift of his chin that paired perfectly with the obnoxiously braggadocious tone to his gruffness.

“No. It was fuck’n salty. I give you some quality sloppy toppy and I get gross male goo in return. I feel scammed,” Nesta kept it real as she rose from her knees, sleeve held to wipe the excess spit from her cringe.

“Oh.”

“Goddamn, y-you fuck like a pornstar,” Lucien panted, drinking in her moans and screams like aged wine.

“A lazy one,” Elain added. She’d barely moved of her own accord over the past hour, poor pretty thing tired herself out riding.

Lucien had no problem taking over.

“A pretty one- my one,” Lucien corrected, hips stuttering, sliding in hard on the last thrust. She should place his dick under civil arrest for the attempted murder of her cervix.

“Noooo,” Eris whined, arms flailing at his side, steam geysering his ears.

“Oh come on, now you’re being impossible.” Azriel had to be fucking kidding him.

“I’m impossible for not wanting to be called Pouter?”

“I mean... you said it, baby,” he shrugged. “While pouting, might I add.”

“You may not.” Eris blew a controlled, centering breath before demanding, “Give me your phone, let me do it.”

“Hmmm, and what do I get for the self-nicknaming privilege?” Azriel bargained.

“You get to not be ghosted for your audacity.”

“I- damn, okay.” Azriel caved, brows raised, amusement curving his lips.

I’ve decided next week will be bizarre, so brace for that bs. thank you @the-darkestminds for looking these over and patting my ass head, ily 😘

I’m curious what yall think Eris named himself in Az’s phone 👀

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Concentrate

Pairing: Azriel x Eris Vanserra

A/N: I polished off a drabble and got heavy handed with the begging for @astro-h0e-4azris, hope it’s as hot as you, sweet stuff 😘

Shades brushed across pert, rosy-reddened nipples. Eris’s hips jerked forward, straining against the midnight ropes keeping him in this wretched position. Azriel had said he’d be home fifteen minutes ago, leaving Eris under the watchful, menacing control of his little- average army. His biceps ached where they were being held close together behind his back, fingers reaching, just barely clinging to his ankles, all just to avoid plonking forward and falling face down onto the carpet.

“Please, please just fucking summon him,” he pleaded, voice pitifully fragile.

“I’m already here.”

No amount of concentration could’ve stopped his startle, and he pouted as he hit the carpeted floor with a faint thud. A cheeky shade creeped down the cleft of Eris’s cheekies and slithered a teasing circle across his bare hole.

“Not how I wanted to see you, but I’m not mad at the view,” Az taunted. The clomping of his heavy boots quickened his already pounding heart.

“Az, please,” he begged, far beyond any qualms of preserving self respect.

“I oughtta do this more often, sweetheart,” Az teased. “So needy,” he tacked on, and Eris let out a small mewl.

“No- please, please,” Eris sought mercy, or dick, more specifically. “Please just fuck me.”

The thumping closed in, and goosebumps coated his gleaming skin, further titillated by cooling wisps that never stayed long enough to wean the feverish desire Eris was teeming with.

“Hmmm, but you’re so cute like this,” Az reasoned.

Oh, he was going to explode. This was it. This was his end– a good one at that, probably better than a male like he had earned. But being fucked to mortality and beyond sounded like a better way to go.

“Azriel,” Eris keened, “Please come, come and fuck me like I need you to, like only you can, please Az.” He added a small persuasive sway of his hips.

“So pretty when you beg, always so pretty for me, Eris.” Azriel still wasn’t inside of him– seriously it was becoming grating. Not safe-word grating, more like he'd be very bratty this week because of this sort of grating.

Eris mustered his strength with a sharp inhale before imbuing his hoarse voice with as much High Lordly commanding power as he could, “AZRIEL!”

A rumbling groan sounded so close, he swore his skin might be hiving at this point, every nerve alight with anticipation.

Shadows feathered up and down the seam of his straining sac to his rhythmically clenching (and remarkably empty) hole. The distracting tickle became a sensational blindspot as Eris was taken (not literally, unfortunately) completely off guard by a deft finger dragging down the divot of his spine.

Eris shifted his eyes down as much as he could to see Azriel slowly kneel as his nail neared Eris’s nape. Every breath felt like an oasis from the thickened atmosphere and clashingly an unwelcome distraction. Eris felt like drowning in this heady, constructed desire.

He gasped rawly as Azriel’s hand joined the effort of collaring Eris’s throat– apparently the Illyrian leather didn’t suffice.

The Shadowsinger’s other hand caressed down Eris’s back, the smooth and waxy-feeling of marred skin chafing gently against his own.

Eris gasped again, cursing the damsellike sound, as Azriel’s finger lubricated only by his shadows pushed into his ass; thankfully, the sounds turned from desperate to whorish as Azriel’s finger curved knuckle-deep.

“Ahhh YES! Oh fuck yes,” Eris moaned, planting pressure on his cheekbone to send his hips back, forcefully taking another knuckle, “Mnnn, yesyesyes, so good.

A clicking tongue froze his spine, and the finger rescinded back to the far too shallow part of his core where Azriel was dilly-dallying.

An appreciative hum relaxed his form, the ease of haze helping him recall his manners, “Thank you, haaa, Az-Azriel.”

“Oh you’re welcome, have to take care of my needy mate, don’t I, baby?” Az cooed, the gentle tone juxtaposing overwhelmingly against the rough insertion of another finger.

A very eloquent warbled moan sounded his grateful concurrence, followed by a taunting chuckle Eris had memorized at this point, the sound itself a kink.

“Think you need oil?”

“No- j-now, now nownow please, c’mon baby, please, they feel nice, need more.”

“Hmm..”

“Why’d you even ask,” Eris whined.

“You know I just like hearing you say you’re ready for me.”

Whining didn’t quantify the kvetching sound Eris directed at Az. How many more times would he need to say please?

“As many as I want you to,” Az gruffed, his fingers pulling out and slapping Eris’s ass.

“Ah AZ!” he yelped.

“So fucking greedy,” Az tsked. The telltale snaps of buttons being undone barbed Eris’s sanity.

“Just please, fuck, c’mon Az, I need you.”

“Oh, yeah?” Oh, fuck.

Knowing that tone to mean trouble, he chose to not be a brat for once, “Yes, yes, need you, need your cock, oh fuck-”

Azriel hoisted him up by his throat. Eris’s back slumped against Azriel’s back and Az’s dick poked at the crook of his thigh.

“Oh, why didn't you just say so?”

“AHHHHH!”

“Hm, can’t argue with that.” Azriel gruffed as he planted his cock inside Eris’s organs.

“Oh. Oh, fuck, fuck yes, oh Az, yes, yes, yes,” Eris cheered every thrust, Azriel’s hands hugging around his center, one palm pressing on his lower belly.

His feet clamored for ground, finding Azriel’s thighs and compressing his body. For extra measure, he sent a wave of heat through his body, aiming to let Az feel him through the slicking barrier.

“Sh-shit, so tight, so hot, shadows say they love it, all mine,” Azriel gave kudos, and ground up into Eris, never skipping a beat (the beat being Azriel’s battle ram of a dickhead upon Eris’s slutty bundle of nerves).

“Az, g’na come already, can’t-” Eris cried out as he writhed, his head falling back onto Azriel’s shoulder.

“Mm, don’t worry about coming too soon, want you shaking for me, want to see your pretty cock come for me over and over again tonight, Autumn.”

As his mate wished, Eris justified his early release as his back bowed; he yelled Azriel’s name, finishing for the first time of this tryst, milky ropes decorating the walnut flooring.

“Fuck,” Az gruffed, picking up his jerky pace. Each stroke made Eris feel like a virgin, as there really was no adjusting to Az’s size.

“Haaa, yesyes, so fucking- ahh- s’big f’me,” Eris mewled, his head lolling back.

Azriel bit the junction of Eris’s neck and shoulder as he ground up one last time (for this round, his fluttering heart recalled) and came so much, so deeply, the heat adding to his intrinsic warmness, adding a cozy layer to Eris’s already relaxed body.

Azriel licked over the nibble near the crook of Eris’s neck, huffing his amusement as Eris shivered.

They luxuriated in their shared panting and heady combined scent for an amount of time measured only by their evening breaths.

”Alright, break’s over,” Az decided. Darkness possessed Eris’s sight as shadows transported them onto the large scarlet silk clad bed.

Eris grinned. He’d much rather be spoiled and spent than begging and cramping. His mate knew him well. Eris delighted and braced himself for a long night.

Thank you for reading! I swear soon I’ll post more than a scene lmao 😭

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Close ..too close 💦

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Tumblr: You did it. You reached 30 tags.

Me: How? You must be wrong. No one's that crazy.

Me: *counts tags...28..oh no pls no...29...oh gawd...30*

Me: *remembers the therapist referral hidden away in the forgotten third draw with URGENT underlined in red*

Me to Tumblr: Well, everyone hates your latest update. And I don't appreciate your tone.

*Hits reblog with all the sass*

Comfy little au because words are hard right now.

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Mortician's Ghost

Happy birthday to the amazing @talibunny30!! 🎉🎉🎉

You have given so much to the Azris community, and I felt like it was high time you got something back. You are a warm, wonderful person, and you deserve the world. I hope you'll enjoy this story, and that you'll appreciate all the little details that were added just for you. Your husband has been supplying me with tips, so it should be in your spirit (no pun intended).

The lovely art is made by @fourteentrout, and I am so SO happy with how it turned out! Thank you, Trouty!! Thanks is also owed @chunkypossum and @iftheshoef1tz for helping me polish up the words, I'm so lucky to have you as my betas. And thank you to @acourtofladydeath for answering all my macabre questions on autopsies and embalming. There were a lot.

Tali, earlier today you said to me that to be known is to be loved. Hopefully this will make you feel very much known ❤️

Much love, Lint

Slightly morbid excerpt under the cut, first chapter on ao3.

He had to be near comatose with exhaustion; it was the only explanation why he hadn’t recognized the name before unzipping the bag, only going through the automatic motions of his day-to-day work. But when his table had unexpectedly been occupied by the cold, vacant body of his high school bully, Azriel woke up damn abruptly. Heart skipping a beat before thumping hard against his sternum, Azriel stared down at Eris Vanserra in disbelief and horror as he took in the large, crude Y-incision across his chest. There was no discernible movement, no pulse running beneath the skin that in life had been so very fair, but now, in death, only seemed sickly. Which was highly ironic, Azriel thought, as Eris Vanserra would never get sick again. His gaze trailed from the incision up to Eris’s gaunt and tight face, to the jaw that had to be held in place with ties. It felt jarring how there was no crooked smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth, especially when Azriel could still see the image of it so clearly. He had unwillingly been on the receiving end of it enough times to remember, even if he had tried to give back as little attention as he possibly could. It hadn’t really worked, anyway. But none of that mattered now, did it? It happened so long ago, surely he had to be over it by now. Anything else would be pathetic, wouldn’t it? They were both grown now — Azriel swallowed against a rough lump in his throat, his forehead wrinkling. At least one of them was. At least he was. The Vanserra dirtbag, on the other hand… Azriel’s gaze fell back to him. The freckles across the bridge of his nose and cheekbones should have stood out more against the pallid complexion, but it was as if they had been washed out. It was like someone, in their erasure of his life, had made too broad a sweep, erasing and blurring the edges of what made him human. And even with the eyelids closed, Azriel knew that the color beneath was close to the whiskey he was seriously starting to crave. At least, that had been the case back when the redhead had reveled in every taunt he could throw Azriel’s way. His irises had used to ignite with malicious glee before he would sling clever lines in between rows of lockers, or snarl slurs over his shoulder at the cafeteria. Now, Azriel knew without pulling back the lids, there would be a white sheen over that strange amber, as if someone had diluted the whiskey with milk. Never mind the eyelid caps that were most likely already in place to aid in the illusion that Eris’s body wasn’t already decomposing, that the eyeballs were probably deflated in their sockets —

The rest of Chapter 1: Haunt is up on ao3 :))

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I didn’t realize Illyrians were in the habit of fucking their sisters

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wip ⚠️

trying to get along with ur mates little brother but he’s just fuckin weird

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idk I just wanted to see Azriel shorter than Eris. Maybe they are still young. Eris grows into his tall, lean frame faster than Azriel grows into his giant, muscular one.

When they are young they are close. Maybe even friends, secretly of course. Then the Mor misunderstanding happens and everything falls apart.... The next time Eris sees Azriel he is a towering hunk of man meat that's crowding him against a wall, snarling in his face with a blade to his neck. It definitely doesn't turn him on....