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Tamlin has the best tiddies in Prythian.

God don’t look at me

For Tamlin Week 2025, Day 5 - Biting / Chest @tamlinweek

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The best face in fandom

I want him to be the biggest brat to his parents >:D

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High Lord bitch fest

Day 3 of @tamlinweek - Polycules & Platonics

"We ate in our private dining room. Helion joining us, no sign of Tarquin of Thesan - certainly not Tamlin."

In my heart of hearts I want them having their own slumber party venting the Night Court salt.

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Eris Vanserra is the boss

So anyway not to be inexcusably horny on main but um. Do we talk about Eris enough? I fear we do not. Remember how, especially in ACOWAR & ACOSF, SJM makes it a point to remind us Beron is the oldest, longest reigning High Lord? The most cruel one? A threat people have been trying to eliminate for centuries, if not more? Arguably, apart from Rhysand, Beron is the most powerful High Lord in Prythian, and even Rhysand approaches the idea of killing him with caution.

ANYWAY. I was skimming through WAR--

HIS VOICE WAS LOW WITH WARNING jesus christ -- Eris "Sit The Fuck Down" Vanserra vs Beron "Yes Son I'm Sat" Vanserra has got to be one of my favorite scenes in this book. Suddenly I'm remembering Eris is a direct result of two of the canonically most powerful bloodlines in Autumn and I CANNOT be chill about it. We have so many hints in that book that Eris is holding back and waiting for the right moment to strike and I can't help but wonder -- just how much of his power have we seen yet? And then there's this:

I'm going to ignore Azriel's obvious "The only thing I want to be facing is Eris's mattress" agenda for a moment here and focus on another thing -- the entire NC already considers Eris a threat. They already think he's dangerous enough that it's better to have him as their brother's boyfriend an ally than an enemy. Because what happens when he inevitably succeeds in killing Beron and becomes a HL himself? What happens when he no longer has to hide just how powerful he is so that Beron doesn't suspect a thing?

I'm not saying anything that hasn't already been said in this fandom but I never promised to be anything but horny here. I just think Eris "leave it to those who know how to play the game," Eris, who Beron himself is secretly afraid of, needs a little more screen time so I can respond appropriately (bang my head against the wall)

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Guh

Finally got my Lucien fanart done. I love my red headed fox boy

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There's a new (penultimate!) chapter of Fresh Meat. Here's a drawing of that redhead to celebrate.

I feel like this image comes from chapter three where Azriel is thirstily searching for images online and finds:

He did a shoot for Vanity Fair a couple of years back. High res images, beautiful photography. He’s in his kitchen, all shiny black tile and unmarked stainless steel; his stunning hair is loose, and he’s in a sharp white shirt, rolled to the elbow. Gold nestles in the notch between his collarbones and glimmers at his ear. He’s looking at the camera like he knows what it’s thinking, and he likes the dirtiness of its thoughts.

Pencil and pastel pencil, filter highlight.

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The rage is delicious!

how to be the ultimate tool of destruction

Pairing: Azriel/Eris Vanserra

Rating: M

Chapter Count: 1/3

Description: Even from the other end of Prythian, Eris Vanserra manages to unravel the careful tapestry of Azriel's stoic exterior one thred at a time. The Shadowsinger is no stranger to wrath, but the kind that the Lordling inspires is one that he just can't seem to get a grip on. He hates it. The loss of control, the thoughtlessness, the total dissociation. He doesn't want the rage or the blindness that it brings, but he just can't seem to help it when the First Son of Autumn is involved.

Especially not when a mating bond snaps between them.

But when Azriel's instincts are forced in a new direction, and his rage takes a different shape, he is confronted with truths and feelings that he'd previously thought impossible. Because, at the end of the day, Eris Vanserra is his mate.

And there is little that Azriel wouldn't do for the one tied to his soul.

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Chunky is killing me

“I love you… did you know?”

“No… you never …”

“I know.”

“Then why?”

“We were always going to end up here. It didn’t matter.”

“It always matters that the love was there.”

This is the censored version.

Im 99% sure the uncensored version of this art will literally kill - to death - at least 4 people that I know but if you wanna see…

Here on Ao3

"Chunky is it an au of sorts? He doesn't have wings."

...Of sorts. But let's just say that the full version didn't require wings. What it did require was that outline of them for placement.

I was using this painting as a reference;

The Ritual by Roberto Ferri, 2016

When I wondered what it would be like if it had been Eris and Azriel instead of Lucien and Jesminda.

"He had teased him, taunted him- seduced him so thoroughly that he hadn't wanted anything but him. He'd seen him not as a High Lord's eldest, but as a male. Had loved him without question, without hesitation. He had chosen him."

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Soar over the rainbow bridge, Murphy! You brought us so much joy.

It is with the heaviest of hearts that I bring you sad news today. Murphy, the eagle who incubated a rock (and later raised a foster eaglet after his rock "hatched"), passed away at age 33 (almost a decade longer than long-lived wild eagles!). A tornado hit his local area. It's believed he sustained blunt force head trauma, likely from spooking during the high winds, as his cage and fellow eagles were unharmed.

Murphy is survived by his foster son, Baby 23-126, who was successfully released into the wild, and a second foster eaglet he was still caring for; this eaglet is expected to be able to be released as well.

I know a lot of people on Tumblr enjoyed seeing his story, and I know we will remember him fondly.

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I ❤️ Nyxlin

Happy Spring Equinox from Night Court's number one spring fan!

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Who wants to be sitting in on that meeting?

Autumn's Shadow: Chapter 29

Azriel x Eris (Azriel POV)

Summary: A covert meeting between Azriel and Eris to exchange valuable intel leaves Azriel reeling—and questioning everything he has ever felt for the Heir of Autumn. Azriel finds himself inexorably drawn to Eris, unable to resist his captivating allure. With the threat of Koschei and Beron looming ever closer, can their forbidden love endure in the face of such danger?

a/n: I am back! Thank you so much to anyone who is still reading. I have been struggling a lot with this one, and your support means everything to me. Thank you to @pippsmcgee for being a wonderful beta. See ao3 for more notes!

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Tamlin. I am sitting on Tamlin for 12 hours.

ACOTAR Airplane Seat Game Round 1 of 4

How to play: all you need to do is tell us where you'd sit on the flight by voting in the poll below. Bonus points if you tell us why in comments/reblogs/tags.

And...don't worry these get progressively worse 😈🔥

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: A Court of Thorns and Roses Series - Sarah J. Maas Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Azriel & Eris Vanserra Characters: Eris Vanserra, Cassian (A Court of Thorns and Roses), Rhysand (A Court of Thorns and Roses), Azriel (A Court of Thorns and Roses) Additional Tags: War, Violence, Torture, mention of sexual assault, mention of forced detransition, trans!Azriel, Trans male Azriel, Trans Azriel, Trans Male Character, deadnaming, Transphobia, Castration, Burning alive, Scarification, Pre-Relationship, Enemies to Allies Series: Part 4 of Don’t Fall Away From Me Summary:

“Eris helped me feed them their own balls,” Cassian supplied quietly. “It was a bit terrifying. He was so… quiet, grim, no mercy just…” Cassian snapped his fingers. “I thought you could be a cold bastard Az, but I’ve never seen anything like that.” Cassian shuddered, and Azriel chuckled darkly. “Wish I had seen that,” he said

 A companion piece to “Though I Burn, How Could I Fall” in which we get Eris’s POV of the day Azriel was rescued.

Keep reading

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I am deceased

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: A Court of Thorns and Roses Series - Sarah J. Maas Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Nesta Archeron & Eris Vanserra, Azriel/Eris Vanserra Characters: Nesta Archeron, Azriel (A Court of Thorns and Roses), Eris Vanserra, Azriel’s Shadows (A Court of Thorns and Roses), Eris Vanserra’s Hounds Additional Tags: ACOTAR Secret Santa 2024 | Tumblr: acotargiftexchange, Arranged Marriage, Fake Dating, Espionage, Assassination plot, Beron is on his bullshit, Azris, Azris supremacy Summary:

When Beron finds out about Eris’s brush with Briallyn and blames the Night Court, they find their opening to help put the heir on the throne. But to do it, they’ll need a man on the inside. Azriel is not happy about any of it. But when it becomes apparent not all of the threats to their plan come from Autumn, he has to put aside his long held biases in order to see the truth.

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We're getting more Chunk this year 🎉🔥🖤🦋🍻

Carve Me Open

Azriel X Eris

Chapter two: 9498 words

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After basking (moping) in the glory of being a shield for his family and nothing else, Azriel gets himself hurt badly on an unsanctioned mission. Too afraid to go home and face the consequences, he now finds himself injured without memories or magic ... or his eyesight. At the mercy of a stranger, Azriel spends this chapter trying to figure out if there is more to himself than the life he has been living and more to this stranger than he ever wanted there to be.

Idk, kinda fluffy, kinda angsty, kinda just a simple set up for things to come.

A song for this fic, for you, for us all.

Since this fic is still in its "journey" phase I am going to try and stick to a loose schedule of updating once a month. (let's forget about the fact that I already missed a deadline since I meant to post this chapter two days ago) But chapters 3 and 4 are already drafted so that's good news!

ALSO ... because I'm about to be crazy and give y'all a new WIP in a couple weeks and I'm hopeful that I can update that one WEEKLY... soooo yeah. I'll be posting a preview of that one soon! I'm dedicating myself to three additional fics this year because if I don't get them out, I may never (the voices! the voices!!) so we are going full send.

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What?!! Fluffless Azris from @fieldofdaisiies? *Runs screaming crying*

Chapter 1

Yay, I'm excited to finally share this story with you that I've been working on since December 2024. It will a few chapters, and is a bit different to what I'm normally writing because what I have written so far, doesn't include any fluff. But we will see what the future brings.

The story is available on ao3, but you can read below the cut for a small snippet!

His amber eyes are locked on the leathery spine of a random book in the towering mahogany bookshelf on the opposite side of Beron’s office. The air that fills his nose is familiar, a scent he would remember everywhere—woodsmoke and aged mahogany, laced with something darker, something more sinister. It is strong within the chilly air that creeps in through a half-open window. 

Chills run down his spine, goosebumps appearing on his skin the longer he listens to his father’s pen scraping over the paper. The High Lord isn’t paying attention to his oldest son, not yet, letting him stand in the middle of the room like a fool. Especially with the … certain kind of thing lying at his feet.

Slowly, Eris forces his eyes to move away from the bookshelf, back to his father. He won’t dare to look down, he isn’t ready to face what is there. Another life taken by his hands. 

Beron sits behind a large polished oak desk, behind him, next the bookshelf, a fireplace soldering with embers.  A heavy chandelier dangles above him, its candlelight casting long, wavering shadows upon Eris’ arms. The heir looks at them for a moment, then clears his throat. “Father,“ he tries again and eventually Beron lifts his gaze off the paper in front of him, an irritated expression on his face. Then his thick brow lifts.

Eris wipes his hands down his breeches. “I did what you told me to … the job is done.”

This truly catches the High Lord’s attention and he shoves back the piece of paper and slowly rises from his chair. He rounds the desk and flas hes Eris an approving look before dropping his gaze. 

“My heart is filled with pride.” The smile on Beron’s face is sinister and doesn’t reach his eyes. Bile rises in Eris’ throat, the content of his stomach souring. Once the High Lord’s words were like balm to Eris’ soul. He made his father proud. Once he craved Beron’s approval as desperately as a leech craves blood. 

Not any more. Now every word only makes him loathe his father more. 

Eris’ gaze falls to the lifeless male by his feet, throat slit open, dead eyes staring up at him. Blood is leaking from his mouth, and despite hating this part about himself, Eris is untouched by the scene. 

He may not like his father, but the male at his feet was a traitor to the Autumn Court and consequently also to him, to the heir of this court.

"Will we inform the family?" Eris wipes his knife on his coat, smearing the blood onto the brown fabric. "Send a letter?“

"Of course not." Beron clicks his tongue. "The wife will find out when he doesn’t return."

Eris hums lowly, his jaw set tight. This is something that does not leave him untouched. The wife’s pain, the tears she will shed when her husband — traitor or not— won’t come home and she will slowly realise what happened to him. 

He sheathes his dagger, the one made by Nesta Archeron, and steps back. 

"I’m always surprised about their idiocy, aren’t you?" Beron tilts his head to the side, observing the male. "How they truly believe we won’t catch them. How they believe that my intelligent and fierce son is not always a step ahead of them."

Manipulation through words … Eris once cherished his father's praises, falling for them completely. Now, he sees through the lie in them but keeps his realisation hidden. The mask of the perfect, cruel son will stay on his face for as long as Beron is alive. He can’t risk it. 

Eris dips his chin in agreement and as a form of thanking his father for the praise, then wipes his hands down his breeches, ready to leave.

But he makes the bill without his father.

"I've been busy as well these past weeks," Beron declares with a haughty tone in his voice, turning on his heels, after poking the lifeless male’s head with his boot once more. 

"Ah," Eris mumbles, already halfway to the door. His job is done here, and he can't wait to wash his hands clean of all the blood that has been spilled. The mere thought of the amount of it churns his stomach.

"You don't want to know why, son?" Beron calls after him, his voice dripping with irritation as Eris turns back to him. Beron returns to his desk, grinding his teeth as he braces his large, bony hands on its surface. The tension in the room is palpable once more. Like a match has already been set on fire, ready to burn down the entire house.

Eris pauses, the door just within reach, his heart pounding in his chest. He wants to leave, wants to ignore his father, but once again doesn’t find the strength to do so. He turns back, meeting his father's cold gaze, and takes a reluctant step forward, bracing himself for whatever cruel revelation Beron has in store for him.

"I’ve been successful," Beron says, his voice dripping with pride in his voice. "The little rat –or should I say bat– once more tried to breach our guards. They’re sending him again, did you know? But this time, this time, he wasn’t successful." Beron clicks his tongue, his sneer never wavering as he holds Eris’ gaze. "Walked right into my trap, and it snapped shut!" Beron harshly smacks his hands together, the sound reverberating through the room and making Eris flinch.

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I know this is by no means a new take (especially here on tumblr) but I'm of the very strong opinion that as written, the Acotar series actually provides a lot of evidence that most (if not all) of Rhysand's actions are in some shape or form always about Tamlin. Even his relationship with Feyre is about Tamlin.

A lot of people hold up Acomaf ch54 as this super romantic turning point for Rhys' character, which is incredibly funny to me because to me it only ever cemented the unfathomable levels of homoerotic obsession Rhysand has for Tamlin.

He admits that during Acotar he convinced Amarantha to let him go out of Utm to check on Tamlin and the Spring court, where he then left a decapitated head branded with the Night court symbol, like some weird bat shaped cat.

He also visits for Calamnai. (What are you doing here on the spring sex festival night, Rhysss?!? He isn't going to pick you!)

Obviously his meeting with Tamlin in Acotar is a classic for any Tamsand fan, his voice is a "lover's caress," he demands Tamlin call him Rhys instead of Rhysand for old times' sake (???!!), he threatenes Feyre‘s life to make Tamlin get on his knees and specifically fixates on her sexual thoughts about Tamlin.

When he kisses her utm to cover up Tamlin‘s scent, she also weirdly remarks on the fact that Rhysand can still taste Tamlin, which... is quite the odd thing to point out, if I'm meant to believe he is only interested in Feyre.

He also has literally admitted, to Feyre herself no less, that his weird roofy lapdance humiliation of her utm was specifically to upset Tamlin.

It just screams of "if I can't have you than I'm going to make your life miserable and steal your girl" behavior.

All his posturing in front of Feyre, presenting himself as the most powerful HL, the prettiest, the best and most just ruler, etc just comes across as him desperately trying to prove how much better he is than Tamlin, which obvs was intended to make him appear more attractive as the new love interest, but quite frankly it just seems kinda pathetic (I mean this affectionately, especially in the context of Tamsand. But eve beyond the ship, I just really adore pathetic fictional men).

Even in Acofas, he cannot stay away from the Spring court, he claims he needs to go there for diplomatic reasons, but he literally has courtiers? He has send both Cassian and Lucien on diplomatic missions before? Why would he personally need to go?

But, when he meets with Tamlin, he tells him that being with Feyre (his mate and supposedly love of his life?!) isn't enough, and he tries to goad Tamlin into a fight. (He wants to wrestle him so bad it makes him look stupid fr). When Tamlin doesn‘t respond like Rhysand hopes, he gets disappointed and dejected. Later, he returns and cooks Tamlin food, an action that has been explicitly romantically coded in this series...

Also, as a side note throughout that entire interaction, Rhys' internal monologue can't shut up about how green Tamlin‘s eyes are.

I'm hyper critical of the Acotar series and Sjm on the best of days, I don't like how Rhysand's character is written at all. But reading him as the most egregious case of a closeted gay guy channelling all his surpressed feelings into being the most toxic ex might be the only way his character writing can be redeemed for me personally (unfortunately Sjm is too much of a coward to ever purposefully write this).

I know its never gonna happen in canon, but to me the perfect resolution to the series would be Rhysand and Tamlin resolving their gay rivalry and finally getting together to live out their thruth as the disaster couple they were clearly meant to be. While Feyre and her sisters get to go off and be free from the clutches of all these toxic men.