#int; eris

[courageandwar]

❝i wasn't going to say anything...❞ ares said with a tone of fake surrender, ❝except maybe i told you so, but i am better than that❞ he let out a sigh, if there was anyone who knew what it was to be the cause of, well, — bad things, it was him.

never the ones to be liked by the gods, always to blame by the humans, it was in their nature. ❝do you have a first aid kit? i have a feeling you do, where is it?❞

It was no secret Eris loved to create chaos between the people , including gods . A rarity of her getting hurt but here she was , picking up the broken glass at her bar once the authority took the others involved away with a cut on her side . ❝ ⸻ If you have something to say , just come out with it .❞

[soulsuckrrs]

@elpida | continued meme | Cristov & Eris

"Don't flash your cute little toys at me, baby, not unless you plan on using them," Cristov said, posture slack and bored as he leaned against the sofa that he had decided was very much an uncomfortable thing and it was not at all because he was fucking restless. Cristov hated waiting, it was why he never partook in the meeting side of the family business. Why he was always just the one getting his hands bloody and beating people to a pulp. Why he also had time on his hands now that his eldest brother had gone missing and he lacked something and someone to do. This job had offered many facets of entertainment for the Russian but right now he was thankful for the snarky banter, the chiding words and that little smirk spreading across a pretty assassin's lips.

Cristov grunted, rolling his head along the back of the couch before it lulled to one side so he could glance at Eris, meeting her gaze and letting his own smirk tug at his lips, this one amused and far too pleased with himself. "Damn, have I been slacking? Quick, what's your least favorite word, I'll say it repeatedly and when you least expect it," the teasing was returned and he shook his head a little, shoulders rolling as he let his gaze move back up to the ceiling where he continued his posture of a bored man with nothing to do.

"No way," he coughed out a laugh, finally shifting to sit up and rest his elbows against his knees, blue eyes slipping over to Eris, more interest and less boredom in them this time. "Are you saying you liked teaming up with me? Oh man, I'm gonna have a hard time not letting that get to my head, look, it's already getting bigger." He gestured to his face where he puffed up his cheeks with air and made a face before huffing out that same air and rolling his eyes. Sometimes, he was an actual child. "I dunno, probably find some bar to get absolutely wasted in and start a fight." He waved off the future, knowing it was more bleak than what he said.

[multi-fandom-imagines8]

Forbidden Desire

Summary: Torn between duty and desire, you struggle to resist Rhysand's irresistible charms, knowing surrender could change everything.

WC: 1.3 K.

Fictober Challenge

You were the Autumn Court’s most respected member. As Beron’s youngest and only daughter, you were treated like a treasure. Unlike with your brothers, your father was always soft and gentle with you. One could say you were a spoiled princess. He never denied you anything, and neither did your brothers, though they were fiercely overprotective.

While you carried your father’s ruthless ambition, you also harbored your own deep desires for freedom and independence- ambitions that clashed with your family’s expectations.

No one in your family liked Rhysand, the High Lord of the Night Court. You, on the other hand, found him… intriguing. Powerful. Dangerous. Everything you should avoid. Every time your paths crossed, you felt a magnetic pull toward him- something you could never admit. Whenever his gaze settled on you, your heart raced, but you kept your distance, knowing that getting closer meant surrendering to something you couldn’t control. 

You were accompanying Eris on a diplomatic visit to the Night Court, but you quickly grew tired of the politics and slipped away to get some fresh air. The streets of Hewn City felt heavy with shadows and secrets. As you walked, a familiar presence brushed against your senses, like velvet draped over steel. Your spine tingled, and you glanced over your shoulder to find Rhysand leaning casually against a wall, his smirk already in place.

“You shouldn’t be out here alone, princess.” he purred, his voice smooth and teasing. “Dangerous things lurk in the shadows. Didn’t your father teach you that?”

You rolled your eyes, pulse quickening despite your best efforts to stay calm. “You forget, fire runs in my veins. I think I can handle the dark.”

He pushed himself off the wall and approached, his violet eyes gleaming under the faint moonlight. “I’m not so sure about that.”

You stiffened as he closed the distance, every step making your pulse pound harder. But you stood your ground, refusing to let him see how he affected you. You lifted your chin in defiance. “What do you want, Rhysand? Shouldn’t you be entertaining my brother?”

He reached out, gently brushing a stray strand of your hair behind your ear. “He’ll manage just fine without me. And he’s well entertained, don’t worry. I can’t say the same about you.”

Your breath caught at his touch, heat spreading through you. This pull between you was dangerous. His nearness was intoxicating, overwhelming, but you couldn’t move away. It was as if you were caught in his spell, bound to him. “Are you talking about entertainment or managing without you?” you shot back, trying to keep your voice steady.

His smirk deepened, his hand sliding down to caress your arm, his touch sending sparks along your skin. “Both” he said, his tone low and seductive.

You rolled your eyes again, but every fiber of your being was betraying you. His voice alone made your knees weak, and his touch was a fire you didn't know how to resist. “I’m doing just fine on my own. As for entertainment, I’m enjoying a stroll through the city, thank you very much.”

He leaned in, his lips dangerously close to your ear. “Let go, princess. You’ve been fighting this for too long.”

Your heart thundered in your chest, his words striking too close to the truth. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He chuckled. “Hm, don’t you? Allow me to elaborate then. I’m talking about this- us. Stop resisting me.” His tone was playful. He was teasing you, knowing full well how hard this was for you.

You clenched your fists at your sides, nails biting into your palms to keep control. But he was so close, too close, and you were losing your will to resist. His presence was all-consuming, his scent, his warmth, his power wrapping around you like a vice. “You’re delusional. There’s no ‘us’.” Your voice came out sharper than you intended, the anger at your own weakness lacing your words.

His eyes flickered to your lips, and that infuriating grin widening. “Isn’t there?”

Before you could answer, his fingers trailed up your arm, featherlight, but leaving a trail of fire in their wake. You trembled under his touch, struggling to keep your composure. The heat between you was unbearable. You wanted to give in, to feel his lips on yours, to let him take everything he wanted. But then, you snapped back to reality and tore your arm away, stepping back. 

Your eyes darkened, cold unlike your body. “I’m not yours to take, Rhysand.” You hissed, trying to summon some semblance of control.

His smile didn’t falter. In fact, it deepened, as if your resistance only amused him further. “Not yet.” 

No, you weren’t going to play his little game anymore. You straightened, reclaiming a small sense of control, though your body still hummed with need. “I won’t be your conquest.”

For a moment, his smile faltered, and something flickered in his eyes- something you couldn’t quite place. “You think this is a game of conquest, princess? I don’t want to conquer you. I want to set you free.”

You scoffed, your defenses snapping back into place. “Free? Free from what exactly?”

“From all this.” He gestured vaguely to the world around you. “Your father’s control. Your court’s expectations. The chains you don’t even realize you’re wearing. You’re trapped, princess.”

You bristled, anger flaring. “You’re wrong. And even if I were, I don’t need you to ‘save’ me.”

You turned sharply on your heel, determined to walk away from him, from this, but his voice stopped you in your tracks. “Why are you running?”

You hesitated before turning back, your gaze hard. “I’m not running.”

Rhys closed the distance between you in a heartbeat, his body so close you could feel the heat radiating from him. “You’re always running, princess.” 

His hand came up, fingers brushing your jaw, making your body go rigid.

“Don’t” you whispered, though your voice lacked conviction.

His thumb grazed your bottom lip, sending a jolt through you, your breath catching in your throat.

“Why do you fight it?” he asked, his tone no longer teasing but curious, almost gentle.

Your body swayed toward him, drawn in despite your better judgment. His hand slid to your neck, his fingers pressing lightly at the base of your throat, thumb tracing the line of your jaw.

“You shouldn’t touch me” you whispered, the words barely audible, more of a plea to yourself than to him.

“Then tell me to stop,” he murmured against your lips. “Tell me to stop, and I will.” That fucker knew exactly what he was doing- he had you right where he wanted.

You knew you should say it, push him away, but you couldn't. You didn't want him to stop.

His lips hovered just above your skin, his breath hot against your neck. When his lips finally grazed your pulse, you gasped, your hand clutching his arm. Instead of pushing him away, you held on, nails digging into his forearm as you fought a war within yourself. He knew you were breaking. You felt it in the way his mouth lingered against your skin, sucking lightly, as if savoring your surrender.

“Rhys…” you moaned, and that was all it took. His grip tightened, his mouth pressing firmly against the curve of your neck, and you melted against him, your body arching into his. 

No, fuck, this was so wrong. A flash of your father’s cold, unforgiving gaze, the weight of your court’s expectation, the knowledge that surrendering to Rhysand would change everything, slammed into your mind. You couldn’t do this. You wouldn’t let yourself fall for him.

“Stop!” you pushed him away, your palms flat against his chest, forcing space between you.

Rhys stepped back, his eyes burning with dark satisfaction, though he didn't fight you. “You’ll give in to me, princess. Sooner or later.”

You shook your head, trying to steady your breathing. Mother, you hated him, but he was irresistible. You opened your mouth, trying to think of something to say, but there were no words.

Instead, you turned and walked away. But even as you left, you knew this wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.

[acourtofthought]

Am I wrong? Elain is not an introvert or quiet. However, then I see people saying the complete opposite.

What I understand about her character since ACOWAR, she has silenced herself in response to trauma. We've seen her through the last books opening herself little by little. But in her core she loves balls and being around people. In the first book, Elain is excited about a ball that his father would do for Feyre's return. Nesta reminds Feyre in ACOSF how Elain was before the cauldron. This tells me she is social.

ELAIN BEFORE THE CAULDRON:

She had come alive here, and her joy was infectious. There wasn't a servant or gardener who didn't smile at her, and even the brusque head cook found excuses to bring her plates of cookies, and tarts at various points int he day.

Elain, who flitted about the room, personally greeting each guest and dancing with all their important sons

Two in the morning and yet the part was showing no sings of slowing. My father held court with several other merchants and aristo men to whom I had been introduced but whose names I'd instantly forgotten. Elain was laughing among a circle of beautiful friends, flushed and brilliant. Nesta had silently left at midnight, and I didn't bother to say good-bye as I finally slipped upstairs.

"My sister Elain can convince anyone to do anything with a few smiles"

ELAIN IN ACOWAR, AFTER THE CAULDRON:

"She had always been so full of light. Perhaps that was why she now kept all the curtains open. To fill the void that existed where all of that light had once been. And now nothing remained."

ELAIN IN ACOFAS, AFTER THE CAULDRON:

"Elain is overwhelmed by crowds."

"She didn't used to be that way." "She loved balls and parties." The words hung unspoken. But you and your dragged us into this world. Took that joy away from her."

Feyre then goes on to see that she's "readjusting." Which means that Elain was someone different before being made and coming to Prythian and she's starting to kind of make her way back to that place but it's clear she's not really there yet. She's often pushed to the background in the IC, she's not the center of attention, laughing and convincing others to do anything with a few smiles. She's often mentioned as sitting away from the others, by the sunniest of windows or off by herself while they're together having IC meetings. She's mentioned as looking like the life was sucked out of her while in the CON wearing NC Black while they others seamlessly embody the role of "leaders of the NC". Even Eris was noted as looking proud and tall while wearing their signature color. Eris, Az, Cassian, they were all mentioned as dancing with Nesta at the ball but not a single person was mentioned to offer a dance to Elain (and for those who say it the focus was to be on Nesta I disagree that Elain couldn't have also been mentioned in the background as a ball was held in Feyre's honor in ACOTAR, she was the FMC, but SJM still found a way to mention what both Nesta and Elain were doing). Elain eagerly agreed to go to the ball, she "gave a passable impression of appearing interested" when Feyre spoke of how she'd normally ask Eris for a dance but then offered up Nesta in her place yet not a single person bothered to invite her to share in a dance when Sarah made it a point to remind us balls were something she once loved.

So I agree with you! I definitely think the Elain that we're seeing now is not the Elain we'll be seeing in her book. I think she thrives on being social, enjoys balls and parties and we've seen her come alive doing exactly that but I don't think she's finding absolute fulfillment in the NC where she's not the one able to "flex those muscles". I think she loves Feyre and loves Nesta and I do think she's truly happy that they are the ones who are finally finding their joy and being appreciated for their worth but I don't think she's really found her joy again. At least not to the levels she once did when she was around the right people (because she was always a bit reserved / turned inward around her sisters). But at the moment her skill in her way with people is not being utilized and I personally don't see Sarah showing us another NC ball where Elain is suddenly the one holding court. I think we'll see Elain in Spring and / or Day and /or the continent as being the center of attention, the one mingling with others, putting them at ease, convincing them of whatever needs convincing and gathering information.

There's a lot of light imagery surrounding Elain, not only her inner light but also that she needs it and I think when she leaves the NC for her story we're finally going to see her shine again. Adding an Edit because of a comment by @zenkindoflove. Elain can still be quiet and reserved and outgoing / extroverted and there's evidence she's always been that way. ACOTAR shows us many scenes where she's more contemplative and reserved, where she absorbs the world around her without inserting herself into the middle of things. But we then do see her come alive in other situations, where she brings joy to others, where her joy is infectious to them. Where she flits about like a social butterfly, making sure others are tended to. She's not trying to be the center of attention because she adores the attention, she simply becomes someone worth paying attention to because she goes out of her way to care for others. I think there's always been a clear divide with Elain's character. The side of her Feyre witnessed, the one where she is surrounded by friends, flushed and happy, the one where she's making sure every guest is greeted, the one where cooks go out of her way to bring her special treats, the one where she can convince anyone to do anything with a few smiles, that is Elain as she is outside of the structure of her family unit. Within the family dynamic of the sisters though, she is a bit more reserved and introspective. While neither is bad, I wouldn't say the way she is around her sisters is where she's been the most effective in her influence? I imagine Elain will always have that duality to her personality, where sometimes she comes off a bit quieter and more thoughtful and others she's the bell of the ball simply because she's being herself. I just don't think the NC is the place where the duality has an equal divide, it feels like the introverted side of her takes over everything else and I personally enjoy the thought of seeing more balance to her character.

[soulsuckrrs]

Luciano had been in the back, working on some paperwork and payroll when one of the waitresses came back spewing about someone making some of the human staff uncomfortable. It wasn't unusual for him to get reports of other supernatural beings that made his human workers uncomfortable but this was something a little different, even his bartender who he thought would never be phased by anyone had been put on edge according to the waitress. He had planned on finishing up his work in the office and making his way up front to be backup for the bartender once the busy hour swung around but it seemed he had to be a little more invested in the patrons, or rather, one in particular. So Luciano had slipped out the back and come in the front, as if he were just another patron himself and took the seat next to the woman that had an dominant and thick energy about her, no wonder his staff and by the looks of it some of the other patrons were uncomfortable. It didn't take him more than two seconds to figure out what she was but he didn't let it show, he liked demons more than angels but the scars on his back were just the tip of the iceberg on why he didn't like the latter.

"Could I get you another drink?" He asked, trying to get her attention as she curiously stared at those who were undoubtedly whispering about her. It didn't seem like she was intentionally trying to put everyone on edge or make them uncomfortable but just for the few minutes he'd been next to her, trying to get some sort of conversation started, awkwardly though he might have been, it was no surprise to Luc why anyone felt a certain way, especially when she turned that intense gaze on him and explained who she was. It wasn't exactly an introduction but Luciano didn't mind. He watched her as she spoke, his dark eyes warm and untouched by any worry or concern to learning her name. Instead of cowering or moving off like he wondered if she would expect, Luce shifted and leaned against the bar more, propping one arm atop the bar top with his elbow so that he could rest his chin up his hand.

He knew her name, yes, knew the things he'd read in the paper and from the few contacts he still had in the field but he never would have expected to see her here, in his tavern. Of course, it was one of the most well known safe haven and neutral ground known to supernaturals and humans alike. Luciano didn't put up with trouble and certainly didn't tolerate any violence unless he was the one amending it. But this woman wasn't causing problems, at least, he didn't sense the intention for such an outcome, as far as Luciano could tell the demon had just come there to enjoy her time and have a few drinks.

"Hmm, is that what you believe?" He questioned again, glancing down at her drink to assess when she'd need another one and deciding, instead, to move from his seat next to her in order to slip around the bar where she sat to prepare them both a drink. It was the least he could do for his staff by taking care of a patron they were too intimidated or afraid of to serve. With careful, skilled, and quick hands Luciano prepared two drinks and placed one in front of Eris, leaning against the bar again, this time from the opposite side while his workers carried on around him, unbothered.

The man flashed a small smile at the demon and raised his glass to her before taking a slow sip of the mixed, flavorful, richly alcoholic drink. "I do not care what nor who you are Ms. Amorello and I said nothing about buying the drink." He noted, his voice matter of fact and calm, sipping once again at his drink to put some silence and time between his words, his dark eyes finally moving up to meet Eris' again. "What I do care about is the fact you're making some of my employees uneasy," he added with a small glance at the bartender who was acting as if neither Luciano nor Eris existed at all, the waitresses kept shooting them subtle glances but otherwise left them alone as well. "--- whether that's intentional or not, I haven't determined." Two could play the curiosity game, though, Luciano was mostly doing it to keep the demon occupied for his staff. All a part of being the owner and boss of the place, he looked out for his people. He didn't expect Eris to know who he was, he'd been retired for quite some time and he really didn't want to throw his name around like she did, he wasn't out here to intimidate in return, just to monitor and entertain if necessary.

plot: in a world were demons exist, your muse just so happens to end up sat at a very fancy bar, talking to one of the most feared demons to walk the earth, and we see where things go. maybe your muse is an angel, maybe they're a fellow demon, maybe they're just a human with an instant fascination. open to all, 21+

she sat, one leg crossed over the other, a dress that slit up to her thigh. one leg bounced nonchalantly whilst she looked over a cocktail menu. she wore crimson coloured lipstick, a colour she thought perfectly resembled blood and almost matched the deep auburn shade of her hair when the sunlight caught a glimpse of it.

eris knew what the whispers were, humans that felt naturally uncomfortable at her presence, she knew that the bar tender certainly felt uncomfortable right now. he kept finding little bits and pieces to do and though nobody could tell at first glance what she was, there were signs. something about the way she moved, the way she watched the way words formed on peoples lips, the most observant and unnatural stare. she liked to watch them, even these days, how they obsessed over such tiny problems, meaningless and trivial shit, in her opinion. she'd completely ignored the one beside her, talking, something about a drink until her gaze turned fully to them and she tilted her head curiously. "you haven't realised yet, or you're too blind to danger to care.. i can't quite determine which one."

a half amused smirk curved her stained lips, pearly white teeth glinting in the light, especially her canines, they looked typically more sharp compared to most humans. "i believe the human term is, barking up the wrong tree... i'm a demon, you might have heard of me. eris amorello." who hadn't? her name, the demon, eris, had been printed in news article after news article, she had a hell of a name for herself and her deals were worth their weight in gold. "i'd be shocked if you still intend to buy me that drink."

[callsigns-haze]

Welcome home

Eris x Rhysand's Sister!Reader Summary: The family is finally back together Chapter contains scenes of family bonding and lighthearted moments.

*Serves as a one-shot but can be read as memories fade or the sequel loves haze series

The night was still and quiet, a stark contrast to the turmoil that had plagued Eris’s heart for the past year. He sat in his study, the fire crackling softly in the hearth, its warmth a poor substitute for the comfort he longed for. His eyes were unfocused, staring into the flames as his thoughts drifted to Y/N and Finna. He had received word earlier in the week that their return was imminent, but the waiting was agony. He hadn’t slept properly in days, his nerves frayed by the anticipation and the longing that had gnawed at him for so long.

As the hours passed, he forced himself to focus on the parchment in front of him, his quill scratching across the paper as he tried to finish the last of his work for the evening. But his mind kept wandering, his heart aching with the hope that tonight might finally be the night.

A sudden knock at the door jolted him from his thoughts. Eris’s head snapped up, his heart pounding in his chest as he stood abruptly, the chair scraping against the floor. He moved swiftly to the door, yanking it open to find Borra standing there, a rare smile playing on his lips.

“They’re here,” Borra said, his voice calm but with a hint of excitement.

Eris didn’t need to be told twice. He brushed past Borra, his heart racing as he made his way down the hall, the anticipation building with each step. He reached the front door just as it began to open, the cool night air rushing in.

He reached the foyer just as Y/N stepped inside, her face illuminated by the warm glow of the lamps. Finna, now four years old, clung to her hand, his golden eyes wide as he took in the familiar surroundings.

Eris froze at the sight of them, his breath catching in his throat. He had imagined this moment countless times, but nothing could have prepared him for the overwhelming rush of emotion that washed over him. His family was home, right there in front of him, after what felt like an eternity.

Finna was the first to spot him, and with a joyful cry of "Daddy!" he let go of Y/N's hand and ran straight into Eris's waiting arms. Eris scooped him up, holding him so tightly he feared he might never let go. Tears welled up in his eyes as he buried his face in Finna’s soft hair, the familiar scent and warmth of his son a balm to his wounded heart.

"Finna, my boy," Eris whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I've missed you so much."

Finna giggled, wrapping his little arms around his father's neck. "Missed you too, Daddy!"

Eris could hardly see through the tears that blurred his vision. He kissed Finna's forehead, his heart aching with the joy of having him back. For a moment, he simply held him, revelling in the reality that this was no longer a dream. His son was here, safe and sound in his arms.

When he finally lifted his gaze, his eyes met Y/N’s, and a fresh wave of emotion threatened to undo him. She looked tired but strong, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders in soft waves. Her eyes, though weary, shone with a mixture of relief and love as she watched Eris embrace their son.

Eris slowly set Finna down, his hand lingering on the boy's head before he closed the distance between himself and Y/N. Without a word, he pulled her into his arms, holding her as tightly as he had held their son. The feel of her against him, the steady beat of her heart, the warmth of her body���it was almost too much.

"You're home," Eris whispered into her hair, his voice trembling. "You're really home."

Y/N nodded, her hands gripping his shirt as if she were afraid he might disappear. "We’re home, Eris. For good."

He pulled back slightly, cupping her face in his hands as he searched her eyes. "I didn’t know how much longer I could go on without you," he admitted, his voice cracking.

Y/N smiled softly, leaning into his touch. "You’re stronger than you think, Eris. But I missed you every single day."

He kissed her then, a desperate, lingering kiss that spoke of all the love and longing he had carried in her absence. When they finally parted, he rested his forehead against hers, breathing her in.

"Tell me everything," Eris said, his voice barely more than a whisper. "Tell me about the training."

Y/N hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath, her eyes searching his as she began to explain. She told him about the intense training sessions, the way Finna had learned to control his powers with a discipline that belied his age. She spoke of the challenges, the breakthroughs, and the moments of doubt that had plagued her, but also of the pride she felt in their son’s progress.

Eris listened intently, his gaze never leaving her face. As she spoke, his heart swelled with admiration and love for both of them. He could hear the strain in her voice, the toll that the past year had taken on her, but also the strength that had kept her going.

When she finished, Eris couldn't hold back the tears any longer. They spilled over, tracing silent paths down his cheeks as he pulled her close once more. "You did so well, Y/N," he whispered, his voice breaking. "You both did. I’m so proud of you."

Y/N’s own tears began to fall, and she held him tightly, her hands fisting in his shirt. "I couldn’t have done it without you, Eris. Knowing you were here, waiting for us."

Eris kissed her again, this time with a tenderness that conveyed all the love he felt. "You’re everything to me, Y/N," he murmured against her lips. "Both of you. I can’t believe you’re finally home."

As they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, Finna toddled over and tugged at Eris’s pant leg. "Daddy, don’t cry," the little boy said, his voice full of concern.

Eris let out a shaky laugh, bending down to scoop Finna up and hold him between them. "I’m not crying, little one," he said, kissing his son’s cheek. "I’m just…happy. So happy to have you both back."

Y/N smiled through her tears, her hand resting on Finna’s back as she looked up at Eris. "We’re home now," she said softly. "And we’re never leaving again."

Eris nodded, unable to speak as the weight of the past year lifted from his shoulders. He looked down at his son and then at the woman he loved, his heart so full he thought it might burst.

For the first time in what felt like forever, Eris allowed himself to believe that everything would be alright. His family was whole again, and he would do everything in his power to keep them safe, to cherish every moment they had together.

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[dee-writes-angst]

Crowded Battlefields: Lost Hearts (Eris Week Day Three)

FEATURING Eris Vanserra x Reader

SUMMARY sometimes we must hurt those we love in order to protect them... or at least, that's what you were always taught, seems Eris doesn't agree.

CONTENT WARNINGS angst, descriptions of battlefield/war-like setting, betrayal, hurt, absolutely no comfort, just pain here, guilt, poor bb Eris :(

AUTHORS NOTE happy day three of @erisweekofficial!!! I'm running a bit late with this one, apologies, but that just means you get two posts in a day!! As always, I hope you all enjoy! <3

The battlefield was nothing like you had imagined it would be. There was no glory in the chaos, no honor in the blood that stained the ground beneath your feet. The sky was painted in an unforgiving shade of gray, the air thick with the metallic tang of iron and the acrid smell of smoke.

But none of that compared to the weight of the guilt pressing down on you like a shroud.

Eris stood across from you, his amber eyes burning with a fire that had once made you feel safe, loved. Now, that fire was cold, hardened by betrayal. His usually sharp features were marred by disbelief and anger, and he stood rigid, as if holding himself back from crossing the distance between you. His hands trembled by his sides, and you knew it wasn’t from fear.

It was from the weight of the sword he was now forced to raise against you.

You tried to breathe, but each inhale felt more difficult than the last. There were no words that could ease the torment in his gaze, no explanations that would soothe the storm you had created by aligning yourself with Hybern.

He opened his mouth, as if to speak, but nothing came out. The hurt in his eyes, the confusion—it was all too much. You could almost feel his heart breaking as he searched your face for answers, for a reason why the person he had once loved more than anything was standing on the side of his enemies.

“Why?” His voice was a raw whisper, barely audible over the din of war behind you.

You swallowed hard, the taste of ash on your tongue. You had practiced this moment in your mind, how you would explain your decision to him, how you would defend yourself, but now, standing in front of him, words abandoned you. Everything felt like an excuse, hollow and meaningless in the face of the devastation you had caused.

“I had no choice, Eris.” It sounded pathetic, even to your own ears. “You have to understand, I—”

“No choice?” His voice was louder now, cutting through the heavy air like a blade. “You chose this.” He gestured to the carnage around you, to the armies clashing in the distance, to the torn banners of Hybern fluttering in the wind. “You chose to stand with them.”

You flinched at the venom in his tone, your chest tightening painfully as his words sank in. He was right, of course. You had made a choice. You had made the decision to betray him, to leave behind everything the two of you had built together, for reasons that, at the time, had seemed justified. But now, faced with the wreckage of your actions, it all felt like a mistake.

“I did it for survival,” you choked out, your hands shaking as you tried to hold onto whatever remnants of your resolve you had left. “I did it to protect myself, to protect the people I cared about.”

Eris’s laugh was cold, humorless. “And yet here you stand, leading Hybern’s army against the very people you claimed to protect.” His gaze hardened. “Against me.”

You couldn’t meet his eyes anymore, your shame weighing heavily on your shoulders. You had known the consequences of your decision the moment you had made it, but nothing had prepared you for the reality of seeing the pain in Eris’s face, the anger in his voice, or the way his hands curled into fists as if he couldn’t decide whether to strike you down or fall apart.

“I never wanted it to come to this,” you whispered, but even as the words left your mouth, you knew they weren’t enough. Nothing would be enough to undo what you had done.

His lips twisted into a bitter smile. “But it did. And now, here we are.”

You could feel the tremor in the air between you, the tension so thick it was suffocating. Memories of the life you had once shared flashed through your mind—quiet moments in the Autumn Court, stolen kisses beneath the canopy of trees, the warmth of his hand in yours as you navigated the complicated world of politics and war. All of it was gone now, reduced to ash by your own hand.

And it was too late to take it back.

“I loved you.” The words were a quiet confession, as if Eris was only now realizing the depth of the betrayal. His voice cracked, just for a moment, before he steeled himself again. “I would’ve given you everything.”

Your throat burned with unshed tears, but you refused to cry. Not here. Not now. You had made your bed, and now you had to lie in it.

“I loved you too,” you said softly, the admission breaking you apart inside. “But love wasn’t enough.”

Eris’s eyes darkened, a storm brewing in their depths. “No. I suppose it wasn’t.”

Silence stretched between you, heavy and suffocating. You could hear the battle continuing around you, the clang of swords and the screams of the wounded, but it all felt distant, as if the world had narrowed to just the two of you.

“What happens now?” you asked, though you already knew the answer.

Eris’s expression was unreadable as he took a step closer, his tall frame casting a shadow over you. “Now?” he repeated, his voice low and dangerous. “Now I do what I must.”

Before you could respond, his hand tightened around the hilt of his sword, and in one swift motion, he drew the blade from its sheath. The metal gleamed in the dim light, and for a moment, you thought he might strike you down right then and there.

But he didn’t.

Instead, he raised the sword to your throat, the tip resting just below your chin, forcing you to look up at him. His eyes, once full of warmth and affection, were cold and unforgiving now.

“You made your choice,” he said quietly, his voice laced with a sadness that cut deeper than any blade. “Now you have to live with it.”

You swallowed hard, the sharp edge of the sword grazing your skin.

“I never wanted to hurt you,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “But I couldn’t stay.”

Eris’s jaw tightened, his hand steady on the sword. “You already did.”

With that, he lowered the blade, stepping back as if the very sight of you pained him. You watched as he turned his back on you, walking away without a single glance over his shoulder.

And as he disappeared into the chaos of the battlefield, you realized that the person you had betrayed the most wasn’t him.

It was yourself.

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[mxtantrights]

day court! reader learns other people's secrets

Put in a good word with Helion. You don't know why Eris would need Helion in his pocket. Of course it's good to have a high lord in your pocket. But why Helion?

You roll your shoulders again. They've felt tense since you met with him int he forrest. It felt like a weird betrayal. But you didn't owe these people anything.

Azriel took your blood without your consent. Cassian had been spying on you of who knows how long. And you didn't even want to know what Rhysand was up to.

Maybe you owed it to the females. Feyre, Amren and Morrigan who had gone lengths to make your stay as pleasant as they could.

And Lucien. Who is always in between places, and never really here. But when he is here, he makes time for you. He is your friend. He'll want to know about your deal with his brother.

You hear the voices in the hall. The spare office you're using as makeshift library happens to be a bit far from the library but close enough to Rhysand's office (surely not a coincidence).

"...She's different. I don't know." Cassian's voice sounds.

You perk up at that. At the mention of your name.

"You thought she could be my sister." Rhysand says.

You want to roll your eyes at that. Never in a million years did you think Rhysand would be related to you. No way. Too big of an ego, a quality you don't have.

"Just because that's not true doesn't mean we stop checking her out." Azriel's voice responds.

"Her vacation is almost over, what would you have me do offer another month in that cottage?" Rhysand asks.

"Not a month." Azriel says.

"Two more weeks." Cassian answers.

"She'll never accept. She's just as suspicious, if not more, of us than we are of her." Rhysand says.

"I need you to make her stay. Make her an offer. Something. Anything." Azriel says.

And then the voices stop for a moment. You hear nothing. You almost think for a moment that they picked up on your presence from the other room. Which is likely.

Until you hear Rhysand's voice.

"Okay brother, I'll make an offer."

[svttaeri]

⭒˗ˏˋ𓆩 ✩ 𓆪ˎˊ˗⭒ . . . 𝘽𝘼𝙎𝙄𝘾𝙎

⠀⠀ ⠀──🪷ᩖᩙᝪ᜔⠀⠀𝘽𝙄𝙍𝙏𝙃 𝙉𝘼𝙈𝙀 ─── Choi Taeri

──🪷ᩖᩙᝪ᜔⠀⠀𝙃𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙐𝙇 ─── 최태리

──🪷ᩖᩙᝪ᜔⠀⠀𝙇𝙀𝙂𝘼𝙇 𝙉𝘼𝙈𝙀 ─── Seo Taeri

──🪷ᩖᩙᝪ᜔⠀⠀𝙃𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙐𝙇 ─── 서태리

𝙍𝙀𝘼𝙎𝙊𝙉 ─── since her parents were divorced, Taeri always felt like she belonged to her mother more. her mother never agreed with this idea so she simply ignored it hoping that, with the time, Taeri would eventually forget about it. only when she turned twenty-one she legally changed her last name.

──🪷ᩖᩙᝪ᜔⠀⠀𝙀𝙉𝙂𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙃 𝙉𝘼𝙈𝙀 ─── Seo Talia

⠀𝙈𝙀𝘼𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂 ─── Seo, calm and gentle, Ta great, noble and majestic, Eri, beauty and intelligence, Talia, gentle dew from heaven

──🪷ᩖᩙᝪ᜔⠀⠀𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙂𝙀 𝙉𝘼𝙈𝙀 ─── Taeri

──🪷ᩖᩙᝪ᜔⠀⠀𝙉𝙄𝘾𝙆𝙉𝘼𝙈𝙀𝙎 ─── riri, taechi, tae, sleeping beauty

──🪷ᩖᩙᝪ᜔⠀⠀𝙄𝙉𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙂𝙍𝘼𝙈 𝙐𝙎𝙀𝙍 𝙉𝘼𝙈𝙀 ─── @/ttaeri (mostly active)

──🪷ᩖᩙᝪ᜔⠀⠀𝘽𝙄𝙍𝙏𝙃𝘿𝘼𝙏𝙀 ─── January 28, 1996

──🪷ᩖᩙᝪ᜔⠀⠀𝘼𝙂𝙀 ─── 29 (int.) , 30 (kor.)

──🪷ᩖᩙᝪ᜔⠀⠀𝙕𝙊𝘿𝙄𝘼𝘾 ─── aquarius

──🪷ᩖᩙᝪ᜔⠀⠀𝘼𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙉𝘿𝙄𝙉𝙂 ─── libra

──🪷ᩖᩙᝪ᜔⠀ 𝘾𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙀𝙎𝙀 𝙕𝙊𝘿𝙄𝘼𝘾 ─── pig

──🪷ᩖᩙᝪ᜔⠀⠀𝘽𝙄𝙍𝙏𝙃𝙋𝙇𝘼𝘾𝙀 ─── Gumi, South Korea

──🪷ᩖᩙᝪ᜔⠀⠀𝙃𝙊𝙈𝙀𝙏𝙊𝙒𝙉 ─── Yeoksam-dong, South Korea

──🪷ᩖᩙᝪ᜔⠀⠀𝙉𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉𝘼𝙇𝙄𝙏𝙔 ─── Korean

──🪷ᩖᩙᝪ᜔⠀⠀𝙀𝙏𝙃𝙉𝙄𝘾𝙄𝙏𝙔 ─── Korean

──🪷ᩖᩙᝪ᜔⠀⠀𝙇𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙐𝘼𝙂𝙀𝙎 ─── Korean (fluent), Mandarin (fluent), English (intermedie)

──🪷ᩖᩙᝪ᜔⠀⠀𝙁𝘼𝙈 ─── parents, mother (Seo Ji-hye) and father (Choi Min-sik) [divorced], 2 younger brothers (Dong-hyun, Yoon-woo)

──🪷ᩖᩙᝪ᜔⠀⠀𝙂𝙀𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍 ─── cisgender

──🪷ᩖᩙᝪ᜔⠀⠀𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙉𝙐𝙉𝙎 ─── she/her

──🪷ᩖᩙᝪ᜔⠀⠀𝙎𝙀𝙓𝙐𝘼𝙇 𝙊𝙍𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙄𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉 ─── bisexual

──🪷ᩖᩙᝪ᜔⠀⠀𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙏𝙐𝙎 ─── taken

──🪷ᩖᩙᝪ᜔⠀⠀𝙃𝙀𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏 ─── 1.71 / 5'7"

──🪷ᩖᩙᝪ᜔⠀⠀𝙒𝙀𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏 ─── error!nothing found

──🪷ᩖᩙᝪ᜔⠀⠀𝙃𝘼𝙄𝙍 𝘾𝙊𝙇𝙊𝙐𝙍 ─── dark brown

──🪷ᩖᩙᝪ᜔⠀⠀𝙀𝙔𝙀 𝘾𝙊𝙇𝙊𝙐𝙍 ─── dark brown

──🪷ᩖᩙᝪ᜔ 𝙎𝙀𝘼𝙎𝙊𝙉 ─── cool winter

──🪷ᩖᩙᝪ᜔⠀⠀𝙐𝙉𝙄𝙌𝙐𝙀 𝙁𝙀𝘼𝙏𝙐𝙍𝙀𝙎 ─── tall figure, big eyes, baby face, plumped rosy lips, long eyelashes

──🪷ᩖᩙᝪ᜔⠀ 𝙄𝙉𝙅𝙐𝙍𝙄𝙀𝙎 ─── stress fracture of the fingers (causes her to wear finger brace sometimes), microfracture of the hip

──🪷ᩖᩙᝪ᜔ ⠀𝙎𝘾𝘼𝙍𝙎 ───⠀one on the chin caused when she was little by hitting it on the marble, one on the finger due to the explosion of fireworks during a performance

──🪷ᩖᩙᝪ᜔⠀⠀𝙈𝙀𝘿𝙄𝘾𝘼𝙇 𝘾𝙊𝙉𝘿𝙄𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉𝙎 ─── allergic to dust, dca

──🪷ᩖᩙᝪ᜔⠀⠀𝙋𝙄𝙀𝙍𝘾𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎 ─── 8, all on the ears

──🪷ᩖᩙᝪ᜔⠀⠀𝙏𝘼𝙏𝙊𝙊𝙎 ─── 2, diamond on the wrist and initials of her grandparent names

⭒˗ˏˋ𓆩 ✩ 𓆪ˎˊ˗⭒ . . . 𝘾𝘼𝙍𝙀𝙀𝙍

──🪷ᩖᩙᝪ᜔⠀⠀𝙁𝘼𝘾𝙀 𝘾𝙇𝘼𝙄𝙈 ─── OH MY GIRL YooA

──🪷ᩖᩙᝪ᜔⠀⠀𝙑𝙊𝘾𝘼𝙇 𝘾𝙇𝘼𝙄𝙈 ─── Red Velvet Wendy, Girls' Generation Taeyeon

──🪷ᩖᩙᝪ᜔⠀⠀𝘿𝘼𝙉𝘾𝙀 𝘾𝙇𝘼𝙄𝙈 ─── Itzy Yeji

──🪷ᩖᩙᝪ᜔⠀⠀𝙍𝘼𝙋 𝘾𝙇𝘼𝙄𝙈 ─── error!nothing found

──🪷ᩖᩙᝪ᜔⠀⠀𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙂𝙀 𝙋𝙍𝙀𝙎𝙀𝙉𝘾𝙀 𝘾𝙇𝘼𝙄𝙈 ─── I've Yujin

──🪷ᩖᩙᝪ᜔⠀⠀𝙎𝙊𝙉𝙂 𝘾𝙍𝙀𝘿𝙄𝙏𝙎 ─── 87 (published), 146 (total, not published)

──🪷ᩖᩙᝪ᜔⠀⠀𝙆𝘽𝙎 ─── 83,33/100 , Taeri has a small, V-shaped face. her large, doe-like eyes with visible aegyo-sal give her a youthful appearance. skin is clear and fair, also has a straight nose that complements her delicate facial structure. her lips are small but well-shaped. she’s very slender and well-proportioned, with long legs that create the illusion of added height. overall, her look blends softness and elegance, making her a strong match for the current KBS ideals.

──🪷ᩖᩙᝪ᜔⠀⠀𝙑𝙊𝘾𝘼𝙇𝙎 ─── 95/100 her voice blends power and clarity with emotional warmth. she hits high notes effortlessly, yet her tone stays soft and expressive. bright and refined, her vocals carry both technical precision and a quiet intensity that makes every line feel meaningful.

──🪷ᩖᩙᝪ᜔ ⠀𝘿𝘼𝙉𝘾𝙀 ─── 90/100 her dance style is fierce and precise, blending sharp, powerful movements with smooth transitions. she commands the stage with strong presence and confidence, effortlessly executing complex choreography while maintaining fluidity. her performances radiate energy and charisma, captivating the audience with every step.

──🪷ᩖᩙᝪ᜔⠀ 𝙋𝙍𝙊𝘿𝙐𝘾𝙄𝙉𝙂 ─── 95/100 her production style is polished and collaborative, blending catchy melodies with modern beats while complementing Woozi’s vision. She has a sharp ear for balancing vocals and instrumentation, helping create tracks that feel fresh yet true to Seventeen’s signature sound. Though still growing, her contributions add a distinct touch and show strong potential for more experimental work.

──🪷ᩖᩙᝪ᜔⠀ 𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙂𝙀 𝙋𝙍𝙀𝙎𝙀𝙉𝘾𝙀 ─── 89/100 her stage presence is magnetic and poised, combining effortless. charm with sharp focus. she engages the audience with confident eye contact and natural charisma, making every performance feel intimate yet powerful. calm yet energetic, she balances grace and intensity, drawing attention without overpowering the group dynamic.

──🪷ᩖᩙᝪ᜔⠀⠀𝙍𝘼𝙋𝙋𝙄𝙉𝙂 ─── 40/100

──🪷ᩖᩙᝪ᜔⠀⠀𝙊𝙑𝙀𝙍𝘼𝙇𝙇 𝙍𝘼𝙉𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙂 ─── 81.8, all-rounder

+

──🪷ᩖᩙᝪ᜔⠀ 𝙎𝙊𝙉𝙂𝙒𝙍𝙄𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙂⠀─── 87/100

──🪷ᩖᩙᝪ᜔⠀⠀𝘾𝙊𝙍𝙀𝙊𝙂𝙍𝘼𝙋𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂 ─── 60/100

──🪷ᩖᩙᝪ᜔⠀ 𝘼𝘾𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙂 ─── 40/100

──🪷ᩖᩙᝪ᜔⠀ 𝙋𝙐𝘽𝙇𝙄𝘾 𝙎𝙋𝙀𝘼𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙂 ─── 76/100

──🪷ᩖᩙᝪ᜔⠀ 𝙂𝙍𝙊𝙐𝙋 ─── SEVENTEEN

──🪷ᩖᩙᝪ᜔⠀⠀ 𝙎𝙐𝘽 𝙐𝙉𝙄𝙏 ─── vocal team, SVN

──🪷ᩖᩙᝪ᜔⠀⠀𝙋𝙊𝙎𝙄𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉𝙎 ─── main vocalist, lead dancer, co-producer, fotg

──🪷ᩖᩙᝪ᜔⠀⠀𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙋𝘼𝙉𝙔 ───

— JYP Entertaiment (2011-2013)

— Pledis Entertaiment (2013 - 2020)

— HYBE Corporation (2020 - now)

──🪷ᩖᩙᝪ᜔⠀⠀𝙃𝙄𝘼𝙏𝙐𝙎 ─── from February 16, 2021 to September 10, 2021

──🪷ᩖᩙᝪ᜔⠀⠀𝘿𝙀𝘽𝙐𝙏 𝘿𝘼𝙏𝙀𝙎 ───

— May 26, 2015 (SEVENTEEN)

— April 07, 2024 (soloist)

──🪷ᩖᩙᝪ᜔⠀⠀𝘿𝙀𝘽𝙐𝙏 𝘼𝙂𝙀𝙎 ─── 19, 28

──🪷ᩖᩙᝪ᜔⠀⠀𝘿𝙀𝘽𝙐𝙏 𝙎𝙊𝙉𝙂𝙎 ───

— Adore U (17 carat)

— Bon Voyage (voyage)

──🪷ᩖᩙᝪ᜔⠀⠀𝙄𝙉𝘿𝙄𝙑𝙄𝘿𝙐𝘼𝙇 𝙁𝘼𝙉𝘿𝙊𝙈 𝙉𝘼𝙈𝙀 ─── taerium, to her it sounds like a rare chimical element so her fans are her essence

──🪷ᩖᩙᝪ᜔⠀⠀𝙍𝘼𝙋𝙋𝙍𝙀𝙎𝙀𝙉𝙏𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙑𝙀 𝙀𝙈𝙊𝙅𝙄 ─── 🪷

──🪷ᩖᩙᝪ᜔⠀⠀𝙂𝙇𝙊𝘽𝘼𝙇 𝘼𝙈𝘽𝘼𝙎𝙎𝘼𝘿𝙊𝙍 ─── Miu Miu

⭒˗ˏˋ𓆩 ✩ 𓆪ˎˊ˗⭒ . . . 𝙁𝘼𝘾𝙏𝙎

──🪷ᩖᩙᝪ᜔⠀⠀𝙈𝘽𝙏𝙄 ─── ENTPs, known as the "debaters," are extraverted, intuitive, thinking, and perceiving types. They thrive on creativity, innovation, and intellectual challenges. They are quick-witted, curious, and excel at generating new ideas. ENTPs enjoy debates and exploring multiple perspectives, which makes them great problem-solvers. However, they can be seen as argumentative or critical, and their love for novelty can lead to boredom with routine tasks. They might also struggle with emotional sensitivity, focusing more on logic than others' feelings. While they are charismatic and engaging, their lack of follow-through can sometimes be a challenge in relationships or at work.

──🪷ᩖᩙᝪ᜔⠀⠀𝙎𝙏𝙍𝙀𝙉𝙂𝙃𝙏 ─── quick thinker and problem solver, highly adaptable and open-minded, excellent communication and persuasion skills, creative and innovative, energetic and enthusiastic in debates and ideas

──🪷ᩖᩙᝪ᜔⠀⠀𝙒𝙀𝘼𝙆𝙉𝙀𝙎𝙎 ─── can be easily distracted or lose focus, tendency to argue for the sake of debate, may struggle with follow-through or finishing tasks, can be insensitive to others’ feelings, sometimes impulsive or impatient

──🪷ᩖᩙᝪ᜔⠀⠀𝙁𝙀𝘼𝙍𝙎 ─── fear of failure, fear of being restricted, fear of not reaching her goals, high places, pseudodysphagia ( fear of choking )

──🪷ᩖᩙᝪ᜔⠀⠀𝙃𝘼𝘽𝙄𝙏𝙎 ─── lip biting until they bleed, scrunch her nose when she is rejecting something, tilt her head back when she is laughing, blushes over nothing, crack her bones before get off the bed, grind her teeth (bruxism), locks arms with someone beside her when she doesn't feel comfortable in her position

──🪷ᩖᩙᝪ᜔⠀ 𝙃𝙊𝘽𝘽𝙔 ─── draw clothes/collections, listen to music, producing, songwriting, collecting vinyls, photographing for inspo for her moodboards

──🪷ᩖᩙᝪ᜔⠀⠀𝙇𝙐𝘾𝙆�� 𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙍𝙈 ─── a vintage portable mirror her grandmother gifted her when Taeri frist left to become a traniee and she used (her grandmother) as a lucky charm too when she was a young lady. Taeri always brings it with her in her bag

──🪷ᩖᩙᝪ᜔⠀⠀𝘼𝙁𝙁𝙄𝙇𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉 ─── atheist

──🪷ᩖᩙᝪ᜔⠀⠀𝙁𝘼𝙑/𝙇𝙐𝘾𝙆𝙔 𝙉𝙐𝙈𝘽𝙀𝙍 ─── 19

──🪷ᩖᩙᝪ᜔⠀⠀𝙁𝘼𝙑 𝙋𝙇𝘼𝘾𝙀 ─── Shibuya, Japan;

──🪷ᩖᩙᝪ᜔⠀⠀𝙁𝘼𝙑 𝙎𝙀𝙍𝙄𝙀𝙎 ─── shameless, 13 reasons why, spider-man, skins, taxi driver, night has come

──🪷ᩖᩙᝪ᜔⠀⠀𝙁𝘼𝙑 𝘾𝙊𝙇𝙊𝙐𝙍 ─── soft shadows of pink

──🪷ᩖᩙᝪ᜔⠀⠀𝙁𝘼𝙑/𝙈𝙊𝙎𝙏 𝙐𝙎𝙀𝘿 𝙀𝙈𝙊𝙅𝙄𝙎 ─── 😉🫡🫦👀💞🫂

──🪷ᩖᩙᝪ᜔⠀⠀𝙁𝘼𝙑 𝙁𝙊𝙊𝘿 ─── teokbokki, Japanese dishes (takoyaki, onigiri...)

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[mythica0]

I have the silliest idea holy shit omg

This involved a but of soft Jax AND lee!jax WHAT A COMBO‼️‼️

So like I have this hc that jax is deathly afraid of super duper loud bangs like fireworks and thunderstorms, there's fireworks or a thunderstorm outside of the circus and jax is hiding wanting it to go away, then someone comes in (character of ur choice but this would fit ragatha) and tickles him to make him feel better and to distract him from the storm

Also hi how are you I hope you're doing well💖💖💖

- X3 anon

Soft side

🎂: TADC

🧁: Jax

🍫:Caine

Summary: during a digital thunderstorm(however that works), none of the circus members have seen Jax leave his room. Caine goes to check on him and sees something… unexpected.

A/N: Thank you anon! This is so cute and I had to write it. Love me some cheer-up tkls. Enjoy! <3

Soft side

BOOM! CRACK! A digital thunderstorm raged outside. Dark clouds covered the sky and flashes of lightning appeared followed by loud rumbles of thunder.

The cast was sitting in the tent to stay out of the rain, but…

“Guys, is it just me or is it quiet?” Ragatha whispered, suspiciously.

Zooble rolled her eyes. “Yeah, it’s because Jax isn’t here. I don’t know why exactly, but I’ll take the lack of Tom-[BEEP]-ery.

Pomni raised an eyebrow in curiosity. “Huh. I wonder why he’s hiding in his room. Maybe he’s planning a scheme…” the conversation trailed off and the group continued to chat amongst themselves.

On the other side of the tent, Caine heard this conversation. Had Jax really not shown up today? That was unusual for the Rabbit, if only because he liked to, as he put it, “watch funny things happen to people.”

Caine thought he better go check on the bunny before starting todays adventure. As cooky as he was, Caine did actually care about his circus members and wanted to see them happy in the digital plane. And for some reason he was concerned about Jax.

He floated down the hallway and knocked on Jax’s door. “Jax? Do I have permission to enter?”

No response came out of the room, other than a soft whimpering sound. Another BOOM rang out from the thunder, and Caine heard a startled “Ah!” And a slight whine coming from inside the room.

Worried something might have happened, Caine teleported inside the room, concerned. “Jax!”

At the voice, Jax looked up. He wasn’t hurt at all, which relieved Caine… but- something was off.

He was holding his long ears flat against his head, and small tear tracks rolled down his digital face.

“Wha- what are you doing here, dentures?” Jax tried to put on a brave face, but his voice waivered and broke. Once again thunder roared and Jax made a noise of fear, jumped a bit and held his ears even closer to his head.

Caine’s eyes gained an understanding and he sat next to the rabbit.

“You don’t like thunderstorms, huh?”

“What’s it matter to yo-u.” Jax sniffed.

“Well, I don’t like seeing my cast scared, Jax.”

“I’m not scared!” Jax lashed out, offended at the prospect. “I’m fine!”

“Hmm…” Caine thought of a way he could cheer up the bunny, without making him more angry, and he had the perfect idea.

As subtly as he could, Caine reached his hand over and gently poked Jax’s side.

A squeak came out of the rabbit and he turned to look at the ringmaster. “What-What was that about?”

“I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about.

“Bull[BEEP].”

Caine’s smile grew mischievously. “You know how I feel about swearing mister!” Caine started to quickly scribble Jax’s stomach, making silly noises as he did so.

Slowly Jax regained his usual toothy smile, giggles slipping out of his throat.

“Cahahahaine! Cohohme ohohon! Whyhyhy?!”

“Not so scared anymore, aren’t ya? Tkltkltkl!”

“Oh shuhuhut ihihit!”

“Ooo~ you’re gonna get it, now!” Caine stopped for a moment and pulled his cane from his hat. He waved it like a wand, and a small pink light emerged from it, engulfing Jax in its glittery light.

Immediately Jax’s laughter intensified.

“Whahahahat eveheEHEN IHIHIS THIHIHIS!”

“Introducing my TICKLE RAY 9000! Guaranteed to make even the most grumpy of people laugh really hard!” He spoke in an advertising voice.

“OHOHO MYHYHY GOHOHOD, YohohOU AHare RIDIHICulohohous!”

“Thank you!” Caine winked.

“QUHUHIHIT IHIHIT!”

“Hmm.. if you admit you were scared. It’s okay to be scared! Everyone has fears, even tough little rabbits like you.”

“OHO COHOHOME OHON! Thahats soho MeHEAN!”

Jax started to have tears of joy prick in his yellow eyes from all the laughing. He would never admit it, ever, but this was helping.

“C’mon Jax! You can do it! Tktktktktktktktk!”

“PLeheheHEASe!”

“You know what you have to say!”

“OhoKAHAY fihiHINE! I wahahahas scahahared! Ihim scahahahred ohof thuhunder Stohohorms ahahare yohOU hahahappy NOHOw!”

“Yes. Very. Almost as much as you right now.” Caine teased, turning off his magical little tickle beam.

“You ready to go start todays adventure!”

“Yeheah, yeah just give me a sec.” Jax said, tiredly.

I guess both Caine and Jax had an unexpected soft side.

[lefetellc]

Eerie Dating other Eris-Sonas :3

Okay so after the first round of dating, I think it's time we get some sonas who get a glimpse of a submissive-like Eerie (for varying reasons) Also, there isn't much art here; I did plan to draw them with Eerie, but I lost energy from so much Eerie lol

With the intro over, let the Eris games... begin!

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First is Lee by @0x0y0z0

Instead of highschool, Eerie meets Lee at the start of college

I imagine that instead of Eerie approaching first, it would be Lee

Lee is either extremely forward or always beating around the bush because of his excessive awkwardness

Now, the reason Lee would confess to Eerie could be for differing reasons

One could be that Lee wanted to enjoy a more extroverted-life and get over his extreme awkwardness

Another could be that Lee is interested in Eerie's... eerie behavior. Eerie is always walking around college with a thick backpack and a constant aroma of gunpowder from him. For those reasons, Lee concluded that Eerie was secretly carrying guns around school

Either way, Eerie would welcome Lee with open arms and a cheery :3 smile

To Eerie, Lee was a loner with a dark aesthetic. And if you know anything about Eerie, you'd know he loves that dark theme

Eerie would talk to Lee about joining his friend group after they talk a bit more, probably in passing through classes

When Lee reluctantly agrees, Eerie excitedly bring him to meet Villa, Desmond, and Seph

Judging from everyone's attitude, everyone would accept Lee into the friend group

Villa and Desmond will have their suspicions

Eerie has brought certain... people to school. And they'd all leave with that familiar toxic, smoke-like scent Eerie carried.

After hanging out more; weekdays, weekends, and pretty much any free hour, Eerie would buddy up with Lee

Eerie loved hanging out with such a quiet loner. In comparison to Milo (who isn't in this story) Milo is also a loser like Lee in terms of awkwardness, but what Lee has over Milo is style

It's one of the only reasons Eerie keeps Lee around

Eerie enjoys touching and messing with Lee's hair and clothes. Pocketing buttons and photos taken to laugh at later with his other 'friends'

When Eerie got too close and intimate with Lee, Lee would shoot him a deathly gaze and force Eerie off

The sudden change would excite Eerie, prompting him to hit and whisper in Lee's ear

Similar to other sonas, Eerie wanted to incite something in Lee so he'd do something drastic and eye-catching

After probing and picking at Lee's skin for a whole year, he'd crack and finally pin Eerie down.

Eerie gulps, feeling his heart race at the shorter boy on top of him

The cold tiles beneath his back didn't ease his heart, and oh god, he loved it

He loved every second of having that excitement when Lee finally cracked and bared his teeth

This is how their relationship goes. Eerie would constantly step on Lee's coattails to get him to dominate Eerie again-- get his heart pumping more and more

Once Lee gets used to the typical tricks and plays, Eerie steps up his teasing to abusive levels

Their toxic relationship probably 'ends' with Lee dramatically hurting Eerie so the tall man would be sent to the hospital

But even then, Eerie would only run back again only this time with actual guns and a hot fighting spirit to go again. Eerie wants to prolong that adrenaline rush as long as possible.

Eerie sees Lee as a game to give him more excitement, similar to those life-or-death horror movies where the stakes are high.

He won't be letting Lee go anytime soon, as much as he punches or hurts Eerie back

Next is Portia by @emipotato :3

Similar to Eerie, Portia would be holed up inside her house all day and night.

Eerie found that interesting: so other parents rob kids of their childhood, huh?

He'd feel a small level of connection with Portia, but he'd never outwardly approach her because she wasn't interesting *enough*

It was in middle school that Eerie caught Portia stalking him; he felt grossed out but mildly intrigued. What made her do such a thing?

That was all he felt in middle school; he never let Portia know he was keeping tabs on her

In High school is when Eerie finally let himself be free. He'd bring guns to school and vibrate with excitement every time people curiously stepped closer to his bag.

Nobody knew he had such things inside his bag; his mom and dad didn't know either, even though they were the ones who bought the equipment

On an especially cold day, Eerie left his p.e clothes in his bookbag and opted to stay in his regular outfit

When the period finally ended, he returned to his bag and found the entire thing a mess. The magazine which was already full of bullets was missing one. He knew; he counted each of them every night with joy

His clothes were messed with aswell; there were muddy marks and ruffles in his original perfectly folded unfirom.

He eyed the students around; who could've touched it? Various kids played on the field and got themselves dirty from the mud

After all, it had rained yesterday

He scowled and furiously demanded the person who did it to stand up; he didn't talk about his gun, but people were still firghtened

He noted how nobody stand up

The following night, he made sure every student was innocent by telling his 'friends' to keep a watchful eye on them. If they complied properly, he'd let them shoot a few shots at his shooting range at his house

And complied they did; he got reports from each guy telling him how their target's bags were empty of the bullet. None of them had dirty hands either.

He was even more infuriated - so much that he was tempted to shoot one of his friends right then and there- but he held back and gave them his catty smile.

"I want you to fucking think; use that dumbass brain of yours for once and understand what I'm saying. Find the stupid asshole who stole my bullet and bring them to me or else I'll have your head on the news tomorrow."

His friends nodded weakly, going their separate ways. Originally, they planned to coordinate a random student to put the blame on; that was until a mysterious girl stepped up from the shadows

She confessed: "I did it"

They looked dumbfounded. It was really that easy?

They looked at her skeptically. One of the boys recognized her as that sickly kid who always arrived late from school with a dcotor's note. Not to mention the terrible earthy smell coming from her.

Nevertheless, they brought her back to Eerie.

Eerie raised a brow, interested in why an ugly girl like her would do such a thing.

However, it was when it clicked; the earthy smell coming from her came from the rain that came down yesterday. That meant she was outside; for what reason? Only Eerie could answer

Outside his window the previous night, he saw her standing in the rain outside his window.

He couldn't deny that her desperation was amusing. Not exciting, but amusing. Like a joke you'd have when you're breaking up the silence

Eerie decided that he'd let her hang around. Their relationship would be very ambiguous, since Eerie never told anyone about them officially dating. In fact, you could say it was a one-sided relationship

Eerie didn't bother texting Portia back; he didn't gift her anything nor did he comfort her when she got sick from waiting in the rain weather

Eerie made her wait; waiting and waiting until college when he finally told her to fuck off.

Eerie thought she was amusing, but now she was just a clown wearing a tatterd old uniform. The joke wasn't funny anymore and Eerie was finally letting his emotions out.

His memory is very blurry after that.

Eerie couldn't recall much other than Portia saying how he needed to get his mind straight

After that, Eerie found himself being isolated in a basement (Typical Yandere behavior perhaps?)

Eerie would remain in that basement for a year, being restless and whining about 'entertainment' and how 'disgusting and boring' everything was.

Portia would have him inside her basement for however long she wanted; the darkness would corrode at Eerie's will at some point, hopefully

Over that timespan, Portia would dote on Eerie and give him love and affection so she'd be seen as more of a romantic partner for him rather than a clown

This may be ooc for Portia, but for her this was her breaking point. She'd been ignored for so long, and after getting a small glimpse of a romantic life with Eerie, she couldn't let go of it

That's where their relationship ends or rather begins, in Portia's eyes

Eerie is locked up and bound inside her basement, surrendered to her continuous methods of swaying him

It's unknown if he actually ever submits, but he's very close to. The unbearing loneliness makes him crave something, anything exciting

Portia was his only entertainment in that isolation

In the end, Eerie forever sees Portia as entertainment or some gag to laugh at. I doubt Portia will ever pursue a real relationship with Eerie.

This marks the end of Eerie dating pt2!

Hopefully I can get through some more Eris-sonas, but who knows *shrug*

:3

[sensualnoiree]

astro notes: daily transits & horoscopes 10/21

Monday’s astrological atmosphere starts with a lively Moon-Eris sextile, inspiring assertive communication and the urge to speak your truth. However, by midday, distractions arise as the Moon squares elusive Neptune, causing scattered thoughts and potential confusion. While a Moon-Sun trine in the afternoon opens up lines of communication, a simultaneous Mercury-Neptune sesquiquadrate warns that perception is hazy—what seems real may not be grounded in fact. Adding to the intensity, a volatile Mars-Eris square peaks, triggering impulsive, dramatic reactions. As the Moon enters sensitive Cancer in the late afternoon, emotional highs and lows are likely. Fortunately, the day ends on a more stable note with a Mercury-Saturn trine, offering mental clarity and grounded insights.

Rising Sign Delineations:

Aries Rising The day begins with assertiveness, as the Moon-Eris sextile in your 1st house encourages you to speak your mind confidently. However, by midday, the Moon in your 10th house squares Neptune, creating confusion in professional communication. You may struggle to stay focused or have trouble interpreting others’ intentions. The Mars-Eris square in your 4th house of home and family could spark emotional outbursts, particularly around domestic matters. As the Moon enters your 4th house, you might find yourself feeling more emotionally sensitive or reactive. The Mercury-Saturn trine in your 8th house offers deep emotional insights, helping you process complex feelings by evening.

Taurus Rising With the Moon-Eris sextile in your 12th house, you may feel the urge to express hidden thoughts or secrets early in the day. However, as the Moon squares Neptune in your 9th house, philosophical discussions or travel plans may lead to misunderstandings or distractions. The Mars-Eris square in your 3rd house could trigger impulsive words or arguments with siblings or neighbors. When the Moon enters your 3rd house of communication, you may experience heightened emotions in conversations. Thankfully, the Mercury-Saturn trine in your 7th house of relationships stabilizes your mental outlook, allowing for clearer communication and deeper understanding in your partnerships by the evening.

Gemini Rising The day starts with strong opinions, thanks to the Moon-Eris sextile in your 11th house of friendships and groups. You may feel eager to express your ideas, but as the Moon squares Neptune in your 8th house of shared resources, financial matters or emotional exchanges could become confusing. The Mars-Eris square in your 2nd house could bring impulsive spending or heated debates over money. As the Moon enters your 2nd house, emotional fluctuations may center around your values and material security. The Mercury-Saturn trine in your 6th house of work and health will help you regain focus, offering practical insights to stabilize your routine.

Cancer Rising With the Moon-Eris sextile in your 10th house of career, you may feel motivated to assert your authority or make bold moves in your professional life early in the day. But as the Moon squares Neptune in your 7th house of partnerships, misunderstandings with colleagues or partners could derail progress. The Mars-Eris square in your 1st house could trigger impulsive reactions, especially when it comes to personal boundaries or emotional outbursts. When the Moon enters your sign, expect your emotions to become more intense. However, the Mercury-Saturn trine in your 5th house of creativity will help you gain clarity and offer constructive solutions to emotional dilemmas.

Leo Rising The Moon-Eris sextile in your 9th house encourages you to speak your truth and explore new ideas early in the day. However, the Moon-Neptune square in your 6th house could make it hard to stay focused on daily tasks, leading to confusion or mistakes at work. The Mars-Eris square in your 12th house might stir up subconscious frustration, triggering impulsive reactions or internal conflict. As the Moon moves into your 12th house, you may feel more introspective or emotionally withdrawn. The Mercury-Saturn trine in your 4th house of home brings stability, helping you work through any family or domestic issues with wisdom and patience.

Virgo Rising The Moon-Eris sextile in your 8th house of transformation encourages you to confront deeper emotional issues and speak openly about sensitive matters early in the day. However, as the Moon squares Neptune in your 5th house, romantic or creative projects may become muddled, with expectations and reality not quite aligning. The Mars-Eris square in your 11th house could lead to conflicts within social groups or disagreements with friends. When the Moon enters your 11th house, emotional fluctuations within your social network are likely. Thankfully, the Mercury-Saturn trine in your 3rd house of communication provides a grounded perspective, allowing you to navigate misunderstandings with maturity.

Libra Rising The Moon-Eris sextile in your 7th house of partnerships may inspire you to speak candidly in relationships early in the day. However, as the Moon squares Neptune in your 4th house of home, emotional confusion could cloud family dynamics or domestic decisions. The Mars-Eris square in your 10th house of career could bring impulsive actions or clashes with authority figures. As the Moon enters your 10th house, your emotional focus shifts to your professional life. The Mercury-Saturn trine in your 2nd house of finances helps stabilize your mindset, providing practical solutions to any work or financial issues that arise.

Scorpio Rising With the Moon-Eris sextile in your 6th house of work and health, you’ll feel eager to voice your opinions and take action on tasks early in the day. But as the Moon squares Neptune in your 3rd house of communication, misunderstandings or distractions could derail your focus. The Mars-Eris square in your 9th house could bring impulsive decisions related to travel or education, so be mindful of acting too hastily. When the Moon enters your 9th house, emotional intensity may increase around philosophical or spiritual matters. The Mercury-Saturn trine in your sign helps you regain clarity, providing insightful solutions to any confusion you experience.

Sagittarius Rising The Moon-Eris sextile in your 5th house of creativity and romance inspires bold self-expression early in the day. However, as the Moon squares Neptune in your 2nd house of finances, confusion around money or personal values could arise. The Mars-Eris square in your 8th house may bring impulsive actions related to shared resources or emotional confrontations. When the Moon enters your 8th house, expect heightened emotional intensity surrounding intimacy and transformation. The Mercury-Saturn trine in your 12th house of the subconscious offers deep insights, allowing you to process complex emotions and gain mental clarity by the evening.

Capricorn Rising The Moon-Eris sextile in your 4th house of home encourages open dialogue and assertiveness in family matters early in the day. However, as the Moon squares Neptune in your sign, your sense of self may feel unclear, making it hard to navigate personal relationships. The Mars-Eris square in your 7th house could trigger impulsive actions or conflicts within partnerships. As the Moon enters your 7th house, emotional focus shifts to relationships, where mood swings may occur. The Mercury-Saturn trine in your 11th house of friendships helps stabilize your mindset, allowing you to resolve any tensions within your social circle with maturity.

Aquarius Rising The Moon-Eris sextile in your 3rd house of communication makes it easy to speak your mind early in the day. However, as the Moon squares Neptune in your 12th house, distractions or confusion may lead to unclear thoughts or miscommunications. The Mars-Eris square in your 6th house of health and routine could trigger impulsive actions or conflicts at work. When the Moon enters your 6th house, emotional fluctuations may affect your work or health. Fortunately, the Mercury-Saturn trine in your 10th house of career offers mental clarity and practical solutions to any professional or health-related challenges that arise.

Pisces Rising The Moon-Eris sextile in your 2nd house of finances encourages you to take bold actions regarding money or personal values early in the day. However, as the Moon squares Neptune in your 11th house, confusion or misunderstandings within friendships or group dynamics could arise. The Mars-Eris square in your 5th house could lead to impulsive actions in romance or creative projects. As the Moon enters your 5th house, emotional intensity may increase in matters of the heart or creative self-expression. The Mercury-Saturn trine in your 9th house of higher learning helps you regain focus, offering clarity and wisdom to navigate any emotional or philosophical confusion.

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[linkspooky]

You've written about Overhaul in the past. Any tips on writing him accurately?

Overhaul's actually one of the most complex villains in the story that's not a part of the league of villains, however since he's pretty unlikable and has mostly negative and unsavory character traits he's not discussed as often. However when it comes to writing him, there's a lot of rich material to mine here.

So my starting point whenever trying to write a character and make them as in-character as possible, is to figure out what the author intended for them in story. What role are they supposed to play? What function do they serve? In my opinion, Chisaki was an attempt by Horikoshi to twist a lot of traditional "good guy" traits into a villainous character that the audience would despise.

One of my biggest ways of doing this is to compare them to other characters, especially haracters who aren't given as much screentime because there are lots of cogs in a story and often the purpose of one character is to highlight a personality trait in another character because they share it.

Now I'm going to explain Chisaki's characterization by comparing them to another character, but here's the curveball here: I'm not going to use Shigaraki. Because I can explain it real quick with Shigaraki, the purpose of Chisaki is to show how Shigaraki's leadership differs from Chisaki because Shigaraki sees his allies as more than just pawns to be utilized. However, to come to understand why Chisaki wholeheartedly believes that everyone exists to be used thoroughly to further his own ends, we're going to look at a different character.

Hawks and Chisaki are both bird-themed. They are both orphans who were taken in by an organization at a young age, Chisaki by the Yakuza and Hawks by the hero commission. They are both also extremely fanatically loyal to that organization and do everything possible to ensure that organizations survival, in part because they feel they have to repay being taken in.

They are both characters who were introduced to the league of villains, trusted by Twice, only to turn around and kill a member of the league. For Hawks it was literally Twice himself he killed. They were also initially presented as cooperating with the league, but when they reveal their true colors it shows how they view people in stark contrast to how the league views and treats it's own members. Which like, Hawks does not come out looking pretty in the comparison.

Hawks doesn't actively abuse children so he has that over overhaul, but he does drag them onto battlefields that are basically an active warzone where the villains are fighting to kill. Which means that much like Overhaul, he tends to treat children the way he was treated: Ie, weaponizing them.

If you are familiar with Hawks mindset, "I am a pawn, so therefore everyone else is a pawn that I can maneuver around to obtain my objective" then it's easy to extrapolate the same onto Chisaki. Hawks talks about dirtying his hands, Chisaki is literally a germaphobe who has panic attacks if he gets blood on his hands (I'm exaggerating only slightly).

Chisaki is introduced with a deep psychological need to stay clean and avoid everything he considers filth, dirty, or diseased a rampant paranoia of his which spreads to his hatred of quirks. We never get the reason why Chisaki hates quirks, besides the fact that the advent of heroes threatened his home in the Yakuza, but if we're going to extrapolate here it's probably due to the grotesque nature of his own quirk. He literally targets Eri because their quirks are similiar and he finds hers to be incredibly disgusting, and justifies his abuse of her with that logic.

My pet theory is that he was either abandoned by his parents because of hsi quirk, or that he was taken in by AFO at some point and deliberately targeted by his quirk like Toya was (people have pointed out that the wallpaper here and the children playing int he background resemble the house that Toya was taken to).

So, what we get here is Chisaki hates quirks, and he likely hates his own quirk possibly because of how he was treated in childhood because of it. He was definitely exploited by the same man who took him in due to that quirk, considering the fact he's a yakuza enforcer and has probably been committing violent crime since childhood. Once again, a Hawks trait, to be born with a prodigious quirk and yet find that quirk incredibly filthy.

Hawks and Chisaki are a study in how characters can be painted to have "good guy" and "bad guy" traits, when really they're only being painted that way because of circumstances or surroudnings. Hawks in a lot of ways acts the same as Chisaki, he just happens to be manipulating people for the heroes, not to restore the Yakuza. Chisaki values no one, everyone including his childhood friend, the people he takes in off the streets, are pawns to be utilized by the best of their aiblity. He even tries to teach Shigaraki to play Shogi (Shigaraki not knowing how to play probably signifying how much he views people differently).

So, Chisaki's willing to utilize everyone around him in service of a goal, the worth they have is to how he can use them to benefit his larger goal in mind and he's got no qualms about it.

Villainous trait, villainous trait, you say but Hawks does the same thing basically maneuvering everyone on the battlefield in the first and second wars the way Chisaki does, he just does it for an entirely different goal. He's even willing to personally betray and mutilate someone who trusted him in order to achieve that goal. Chisaki's point of no return is him completely massacring Nemoto in order to fuse with him when the tables started to turn against him in his fight against the hero. Hawks stabs Twice in the back in order to prevent him from using his quirk to stop the raid. In both cases it's a personal betrayal of someone who was good to them and trusted them.

You could say Hawks did it for the greater good, but for CHisaki who only knows his Yakzua way of life he's doing it for the survival of the only life he knows. Which is why I say they're so similiar, Hawks isn't really protecting innocent people, he's protecting his role in the hero commission. He takes what he was raised to do to the extreme.

Which is another central character trait they share, Chisaki's biggest defect is that he never, ever gives up on anything ever. A traditionally heroic trait especially in the shonen manga where the character never gives up ever, but his determination is twisted into something hideous because he has no qualms about making sacrifices to get what he wants.

Since childhood Chisaki has done absolutely everything to protect the family's dignity, to the point where it was disturbing. He never changes his mind, never backs down, even when the man he's trying to repay goes against him, but it comes from the same source as Hawks.

He believes he owes the person who took him in, and does everything he does in service of that debt.

So the last part is Chisaki's germophobia himself. Now Chisaki is a man completely divorced from his own sense of guilt who doesn't really hesitate before making heinous actions, but I wouldn't say he feels nothing,the man's clearly not mentally well. If anything I'd say his own germophobia is a metaphor for the guilt and self-loathing he feels and chooses to ignore.

He usually has breakdowns shortly after using his quirk as well. He'll absolutely brutalize people and then have a breakdown about the blood that they've gotten on him. Which suggests he you know, probably does not enjoy bloodshed in any real way. You could even compare it to Shigaraki's statement that he always feels like there's a constant sickness no matter what he destroys, which is likely his repressed guilt that AFO played off as some kind of urge to destroy, or the way Shigarki carries his hands of his family on him so he'll never forget his own self-disgust at murdering them.

Chisaki is living completely divorced from his own sense of guilt, until he's not. Once you remove him from his position of power, when he's away from the mission and forced to sit in his prison cell in tartarus he's reduced to a shambling mess that just constantly apologizes over and over to his boss and begs for the chance to see him again.

Which means that Chisaki represses all of his emotions to perform a task, and when he si not performing a task or functioning in a role he falls to pieces, because he doesn't have any sort of life except for serving in the yakuza. He's even referred to as a "gangster without a heart" because he literally has nothing else and no identity.

Chisaki's gotta be a gangster and he'll even throw a coup and put his boss in a coma for fear of losing that place in the world, because what else is there for him?

He even hates being called by his real name, much like Hawks, so his central issue is really a lack of identity because he was raised in a fishbowl with no other place to belong in the real world. Except we saw Chisaki when he was taken out of his fishbowl, and all he did was flop around like a magikarp.

As for general guidelines on his voice:

The germaphobia is a constant thing with him. Don't put your shoes in my table. Don't breathe in my direction. Hey stop bleeding on me your blood is filthy.

He talks down to people in general. He's extremely condescending with Shigaraki right off the bat, and states to his face that the only worth that Shigaraki and the League will ever have is pawns to be used as a part of his plan.

He flips between being detached, and extreme anger. Basically he's able to act cold and detached when things are going his way, and when people resist his plans or manipulations he then switches to browbeating, bullying or just otherwise lashing out in anger. If the square peg won't fit in the round hole, then just hit it harder until it does. He's cold and calculating until his calculations fail then he just brute forces it.

He's generally pretty good at negging people, he's got Eri convinced that her quirk is disgusting and she's the source of the misfortune around her. He's also got a bunch of street rats incredibly loyal to him by convincing them they can literally do no better in life than being used as a part of his plan.

He also has a softer and more polite side that only comes out in front of the boss. This is his childish side too. When he's fighting Deku and has basically lost, he flashes back to his boss patting him on the head and thanking him for protecting the family's honor. He literally just craves validation from the closest thing he has to a father figure. He'll go to any lengths to get it.

In general Chisaki should be disturbingly inhuman too, not just in his actions, but in his rationale and how far he can go and how little he considers other people in the equation. Even his own childhood friend and fellow yakuza finds him to be offputting. His boss asks him point blank, "What are humans to you?"

Basically, he's creepy, weird, anti-social, uses everyone around him, and is also completely divorced from his own feelings and sense of guilt which lets him run roughshod over other people's feelings.

So, y'know. Hawks.

Except Hawks puts on a charming and likable personality, whereas Chisaki's personality is having no personality.

[smogflesh]

                  𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐀  𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐓  𝐈𝐒𝐍'𝐓  𝐀𝐍  𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐘  𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓  ,    𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘  𝐎𝐍𝐄      who  would  provide  a  sufficient  enough  amount  of  sustenance  to  keep  her    SATISFIED    &    STRONG  .    the  selection  process  is  a  complex  one  .    a  human’s  mind  is  a  finicky  ,    sensitive  instrument  .    tweak  with  it  too  much    &    a  person  could  be  pushed  to  the  edge  of  insanity    PREMATURELY    .    but  if  eris  were  to  play  the  long  haul  game  ,    she  could  be  living  pretty  comfortably  for  a  while  .    all  good  things  take  time  ,    as  they  say  .                  at  the  beginning  she  was  nothing  but  a  bad  feeling  ,    creeping  up  his  neck    &    making  the  hairs  stand  up  along  his  dermis  .    his  instincts  saying  things  were  off  but    WHAT    ?    then  becoming  a  random  figure  out  of  the  corner  of  his  eye  ,    &    when  he  jerked  in  the  same  direction  nothing  would  be  there  .    objects    &    belongings  moving  around  or  being  misplaced  ,    that  paranoia  growing  bigger  at  the  back  of  his  mind  of  :  am  i  going    BATSHIT  ?    now  is  where  the  fun  part  begins  ,    becoming  as  real  to  him  as  real  can  get  .    gifting  him  the  ability  of    sight  .                    watching  his  body’s  reaction  to  her  presence  was  something  new  she’d  never  seen  before  .    eris  was  well  aware  some  humans  were  special  when  it  came  to  things  .  .  .    not  so  human  .    they  were  able  to  sense  things  more    FIERCELY    than  others  .    watching  the  sanguine  liquid  pour  from  his  nose  ,    feeling  the  first  pulses  of  his  fear  igniting  within  him  ,    the  entity  decides  then  that  she  will  definitely  be  sticking  around  for  a  while  .    unfortunate  for  him  ,    of  course  .

@smogflesh​

a throbbing headache, tired eyes, spacing out; focus at the edge of the teachers desk, another nightmare last night, tired in the morning, barely getting any sleep. jongho sighs, finally coming back to the current time, the voice of his teacher sounding normal again, not as faded and muffled in his ears. thankfully no one had noticed how he was acting, how out of body experience like symptoms he was going through, like transported to another dimension. thankfully only lasting for a second or two, maybe even ten maximum. the friend beside him carefully eyeing jongho up and down, leaning in closer and mouthing. “ are you okay? “ which caused jongho to force a thin smile on lips, nodding his head. god, this was gonna be a long day. 

the only thing he wanted was to just lay head on the table before him, close eyes and get a good rest; the headache causing him to furrow his brows, like something, someone was tightening a rope around his head. maybe it would go away after getting some food in his system, but jongho knows, he knows this wasn’t just any normal headache, maybe a migraine? no.. he shakes his head, causing him to groan in pain but thankfully not loud enough for anyone to notice, until there was a sudden tinnitus in his ear, high pitched and the voices around him grow rather muffled, moving a hand up to cover up his left ear, feeling rather lightheaded; eyes closing momentarily but there’s something in his peripheral vision, standing to the left of his teacher, to jongho’s right; right before the board. eyes growing wide, looking like he had just seen a ghost; was this just a hallucination? eyes dart quick as ever down at his desk, almost hanging head low and there’s something warm running over his lips, dripping on the pages of his book, echoing in the silence. it’s red. hand moving up to touch his nose, hand pulling away, eyes scanning at the finger tips; blood? 

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seeing that family tree, i just need to know ALL about Eris' side of the family!

tell us as much as you can about her parents, her step-dad, her half-sister and her grandparents, please! \o/

literally kissing you for letting me talk about them!! I'm so grateful !! finna cry!! Thank you rahh!! I wanted to draw them all again, but I'm too tired with the webtoon (the next episode has 47 panels so that's a lot), so I'll just use the portraits I did of them!

Let's start with the OG!!! Grandpa!!

For fun I made a grandpa design before, and then got the idea to eventually do a prequel story for him! I don't know if I'll ever do it, so I guess I can talk about it here!

Grandpa doesn't have a canon name, but he lived in Pelican Town since he was born. He was the son of a doctor, and his childhood friend is Evelyn. After George moved to the valley, they become besties!! The old farmer in town is somewhat secluded, and has no family, but Evelyn happened to sometimes bring him food and take care of him, so one day Grandpa joins her. He decides he doesn't want to take on his fathers' legacy, and instead buy the farm from the old man. So int his story, the farm has only been in Eris family since grandpa, and well then kinda died with him until Eris comes to the valley. He has a younger sister, who may or may not take over the clinic instead (even if their father was against it at first, since they are v old-fashioned,,)

You can find some designs of other younger versions of npc here!!

Grandpa has one son! I don't think I'll give him any siblings, but yippie Elias! He looks a lot like Eris, and it's on purpose for Eris to strongly take after him instead of her mother.

He used to be a troubled youth, who, like his own father, didn't want to take on his fathers' legacy. So it's kind of a repeating cycle? He moved to the city v early on, didn't like living out in the valley. Maybe he's a bit like Sebastian in that sense? He mellows out a lot though and is a very gentle man. He and Ingrid/Eris Mom are both very laid back when it comes to raising their kids too. Mostly too busy with work, but it gives both girls an easy lifestyle!

With Ingrid, I happened to somehow mirror Robins story in a way, even though a lot less dark (at least in my version of Robins story)

Ingrid also had her first child very early on in life, somewhere in her early 20's. I'm still not sure if she necessarily got married to Marissa's/her first daughter's father, but they separated pretty quickly and their custody battle went fine? Marissa isn't very close to her father, but they aren't necessarily on bad terms. Ingrid is very independent, and is the main bread winner. She's also 4 years older than Elias and taller than him. (She still wears heels around him, though.)

Marissa is 8 years older than Eris, but they are semi-close! She's not very good at showing her feelings, but she cares a lot for her sister in her own way. When they were younger, and their parents often weren't home, Marissa took Eris to restaurants, so they could have dinner together. So she also helped raise Eris a lot.

She also often did Eris hair and picks her clothes! She might be so famous at this point, that she might appear in my webtoon soon, he-he! Marissa is like her mother, very independent and focused on her goals. She also has a very sharp tongue, in the sense that she says what she thinks.

And that's everyone, I think!! Thank you again for letting me talk about them that means so much to me rahh!!!

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Eris vs Battle Cobra

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