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what hath night to do with sleep

chapter nine

Notes: thanks to @krem-does-stuff for her FANTASTIC art bringing Azriel to life. He’s so grumpy.

Getting through the checkpoints back to West Berlin is tedious: Eris has to wait in line for nearly forty minutes before presenting his papers. But his hands don’t shake, and he emerges from the Hauptbahnhof as if he is the same man who entered it a week before.

When he reaches his flat, Frau Heller’s door opens. He pastes on a tired smile – such a hard-working young man he is! – and he says dutifully, “Happy New Year, Frau Heller. Did your son come for Christmas?”

“Yes, him and his pretty new girlfriend, the ballerina. Did you know she danced Clara two weeks ago with the Staatsballett? Mäx didn’t even know she danced before then. He’s so busy, you know, so little free time.”

“I’m sure,” Eris murmurs. Mäx is Eris’s age and tragically stupid, even for a lawyer. They met precisely once at a party, and Eris left with Mäx’s then-girlfriend. Good to hear he’s moved on.

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ACTUALLY ACTUALLY

Lucien having chronic migraines due to his eye loss and his prosthesis, it getting worse with the weather and stress but he pretends it doesn't bother him but he has chronic pain and it can get bad enough it can cause eye problems in his good eye

Elain making salves for him. Elain getting compresses and adjusting the light and curtains and Lucien being so lost at the small gestures of kindess he doesnt think he deserves

DISABLED LUCIEN HEADCANONS PLEASEEEEEEEEEE

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Hi!! 💕

Rose, pumpkin, mint

omg what kind of cookies do you want tho baking is my love language

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🌹🎃

very cringe of me to post this ask game and then be too lazy to answer asks rip

anyway ILYYYYYY

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ERIS WEEK OC PROJECT

so this is me formally announcing my big eris week project i guess lol how exciting acshdvsjs

I want to do something community-focused for Eris Week 2024 so I'm planning a collection of drawings of original characters shipped with Eris for @erisweekofficial

Feel free to share some information about your favourite ocs - from your own fanfiction or your favourite creators' fanfictions. I've created this little form to make it easier for myself to keep track of submissions.

➡️ OC Form

You can also DM me or send the info via asks - whatever you feel like. Just be sure to give me some info on where this OC is from, what they look like and what they are like!

Disclaimers:

I'll accept any OC no matter the gender, origin, length of the story they feature in or whatever, but I will only do OCs from fics, so no canon (named) characters in Eris ships or y/n features. Sorry!

I'll try to do as many as possible, but I am but one person. I might not get to everyone in time for Eris Week but I will still try to finish them all even if it's too late for Eris Week.

If you have any questions shoot me a dm or an ask or whatever.

See ya!

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guess who made one of those ask game things :] yknow cause why not

you know the drill

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genderswapping high lords: tarquin edition

he'll always be my favourite

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Want to write the reverse of your wlw nessian drabble where cas doesn’t realize she’s gay yet but nesta thinks cas stares at her boobs a little too much to be straight

hell yeah I do. hope y’all enjoy this one and happy @nestaarcheronweek day 4 🩷 got the title from tangerine by kehlani hehe

Read on AO3 here!

“Are you going to keep staring down my shirt, or can we get this presentation done?”

Cass startled so badly at Nesta’s words that she nearly knocked over her water, only barely managing to catch the reusable bottle at the last second. “What?”

Cass and Nesta had been paired up as partners for their advanced writing requirement course, and they’d been making steady progress on their presentation in one of the library’s group study rooms. Cass was an education major to Nesta’s political science, and Cass had never been so excited for a group project in her life.

At least, until Nesta had shown up to the library wearing that shirt. It was just a simple, blue, wrap-tie shirt, but between the way it made Nesta’s eyes look even bluer than usual and the way it perfectly cupped her breasts, Cass was having a difficult time staying focused on the task at hand.

“Sorry,” Cass said, hoping her face wasn’t as red as it felt from being called out. She’d thought she was being more discreet, but Nesta had clearly proved that theory wrong. “I was just, uh, zoned out.”

“Were you zoned out the other three times, too?” Nesta fired back without missing a beat.

“I…” Cass trailed off, trying to think of something to say that wouldn’t sound insane. “I just think your shirt is really… cute.”

Nesta Archeron was easily one of the most gorgeous women that Cass had ever seen. With her gray-blue eyes, bronze hair, and amazing fashion sense, Cass spent most of her time wanting to be just like Nesta. Granted, Cass was way too much of a tomboy to pull off even a quarter of Nesta’s wardrobe, but a woman could dream, right? And who better to dream about that Nesta Archeron, especially when she had on a shirt like that?

“Right,” Nesta replied with the most deadpan voice Cass had ever heard. She sighed heavily before shutting her laptop altogether, fixing Cass with a slightly incredulous look. “Are you ever going to get your shit together and ask me out?”

“What?” Cass blurted out, all the blood in her body rushing to her cheeks. God, she hoped her face wasn’t as red as it felt. “I don’t—”

Nesta rolled her eyes. “Cass, I can do this assignment in my sleep. I just wanted to make sure my gaydar was working.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Cass answered. Okay, maybe sometimes she found herself staring way longer than she should’ve when it came to pretty women, but that was just… what everyone did. That didn’t mean she was anything more than a strong ally, no matter how many times she cringed when a man came near her.

“Don’t you?” Nesta asked, cocking an eyebrow. She leaned forward, a victorious little smirk gracing her lips as Cass’ eyes immediately tracked the motion. “Well that’s a yes.”

“It’s not my fault you have a great rack,” Cass blurted out, her brain to mouth filter evaporating altogether.

Nesta snorted. “I’m not making you look at it.”

“If I wasn’t looking, I’d have to be dead,” Cass muttered.

“You’re lucky you’re pretty,” Nesta retorted with a roll of her eyes.

Before Cass could think of a proper reply — Nesta thought she was pretty? — Nesta reached out and grabbed a hold of Cass’ chair, pulling her own so close that there was no room to escape. Not that Cass was feeling particularly inclined to do that, anyway. It was dizzying having Nesta so close; she was pinned under that icy gaze and couldn’t back away even if she wanted to.

Cass didn’t want to.

“I’m going to finish this assignment when I get home,” Nesta said, her voice low and offering no argument. “Give you some time to think about… things.”

“Think about what?” Cass said back. She was hardly breathing as Nesta leaned in even closer, placing her hand on the chair in between Cass’ thighs for balance.

Nesta was close enough now that it would’ve been easy for Cass to lean in and kiss her, and find out if her lips were as soft as they looked. Cass’ lips parted in anticipation, every thought in her mind besides Nesta emptying out like they’d never been there at all, and she was torn between leaning forward to kiss her or letting Nesta continue to order Cass around like she owned her.

What the hell was wrong with her?

“That’s what I thought,” Nesta breathed after a few moments, her lips still dangerously close to Cass’ own. When Nesta laughed quietly at Cass’ reflexive frown, Cass could almost feel the vibrations on her lips, and God wasn’t that a thought. “You’re taking me to dinner tonight.”

“I— okay,” Cass agreed. God, she hoped she didn’t sound as dumbstruck as she felt; Nesta didn’t suffer fools, and Cass wasn’t trying to be one. “Whatever you want.”

Nesta finally leaned forward to press a kiss to Cass’ cheek, pulling back with a smirk. “I think we’ll get along just fine. See you later.”

Cass watched Nesta grab her things and saunter out of the room, the only thought in her head I love when women…

Well. At least one woman, that was for damn sure.

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BEHOLD!!

@mossytrashcan fucking killed it (of course)

Look at their sweet faces

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Nesta x Mor

Forever wishing they were endgame.

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And, on the tragedy-tinged flip side of self care today... Sorry for bringing down the mood @nestaarcheronweek !!

The idea that, after The Cauldron, Nesta was too scared to use the tub absolutely destroys me.

So here's some really sad shading practice with Nesta, because I know she'd be trying so hard and so frustrated that she wasn't healing in the way she wanted to.

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or the 60s/70s

eris vanserra was made to live in the regency era

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@nestaarcheronweek | Day Two: Metamorphosis

“I feel nothing”, Nesta said silently. […]

“Is that not what you wanted? To feel nothing?”

“I thought that was what I wanted. […] But no longer. […] I want to feel everything. I want to embrace it with my Whole heart.”

“Even the things that hurt and hunt you?” Only curiosity laced the question.

Nesta allowed herself a breath to ponder it, stilling her mind once more. “We need those things in order to appreciate the good. Some days might be more difficult than others, but… I want to experience all of it, live through all of it. With them.”

That wise, soft voice whispered, “So live, Nesta Archeron.” – A Court of Silver Flames, Chapter 77

Although Nesta transforms in more than one way, her embracing life in its entirety, with its ups and downs, as opposed to not caring about her own death as long as she no longer felt anything, will always be my favorite transformation.

To represent this, I asked Pablo to illustrate Nesta in two moments: the trauma of being submerged in the cauldron manifesting itself during the bath and her swimming serenely. Pablo even suggested that we use John Everett Millais’ Ophelia as a reference, because of the colors, but the idea that Nesta, as opposed to Ophelia, ends up alive because she chose to live, warms my heart and I’m very happy to finally share this illustration.

Art by: Pablo Souza (pablochmn)

Commissioned by: @podemechamardek

🚫 Please do not repost.

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Day Three: Self-Care

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Eris Nyanserra.

He’s dog papa but he gives cat energy

Pspspspspspspsps

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READ ON AO3 | Rating: Explicit | Pairing: Tamlin x Eris

Summary: Eris ensures that Tamlin doesn't ignore the rite this year. Another Calanmai fic, hehe.

A/N: YES I know I'm coming in HOT with this one, but y'all gotta trust me. This is a fun/quick little two parter that I'm working on. Here's the first chapter that I was supposed to post on Wednesday for tamlinweek but then my inner critic squashed that dream.

A special thank you to @chunkypossum, @acourtofladydeath @pippsmcgee and @queercontrarian who dragged me kicking and screaming over the finish line for this one.

cc: @nocasdatsgay b/c you are fantastic and asked me to be tagged on this <3 AND @climbthemountain2020 because I promise I'd post this asap <3