#🔥 the ashes in my wake ( ic. )

[mischiefmanagers]

Eris Vanserra Fic Rec Library 🍁❤️‍🔥

these fics are a mix of Eris x reader, Eris x OC, and a few general Eris fics with no pairing. if you've never read an Eris fic before, I highly recommend starting with the first rec below (gust & flame) because that fic made me fall in love with him. enjoy ✨

🌼 personal favorite 🥀 angst 💞 fluff 🔥 smut

by @invisibleanonymousmonsters

gust & flame (series) 🥀💞🌼

by @theostrophywife

here in your arms. 💞

like you wanna be loved 💞

by @acourtofmenandthirst

The Fox & The Hound 💞

by @leafsandstarlight

Destiny's Battleground (series) 🥀💞🔥

In Spite of Our Differences (series) 🥀💞🔥🌼

Great Rite 🔥

The Prince of Blood

by @profound-imagination

Finding Home 💞

Rose Gardens

by @munsons-hellfire

Happiness in the Heart 🥀💞

by @sweetcarolina-24

Scorched Shadows

by @azrielbrainrot

Fire on Fire

Mind Over Matter 🥀

by @danikamariewrites

Rescue 💞🥀

Fake Sleeper 💞

Peace 💞

Seekers 💞🌼

Did You Just Say No?

Song of Death

Starfall Revelations 🥀💞

Guilt 🥀💞

Kisses 💞

by @redbleedingrose

Till the End of Time 💞🥀

Pretty? 🥀💞

by @b0xerdancer-writes

It Wasn't Supposed to Happen Like This 🥀💞

by @thisblogisaboutabook

Bad Idea, Right? 🥀🔥

by @azsazz

Cherries, Juniper, and Orange Slices 💞

Fire & Water 🥀🔥

by @honeybeefae

Cauldron Fated 💞🥀🔥🌼

Forgotten Ties 🥀

Valentine's Mini Fic 💞

A Court of Wings & Fire (series) 🥀

Past and Present 🥀💞

Coronation Day 💞

Potions 🔥🌼

by @we-were-beautiful

The Fox and the Hounds 💞

by @bubbles-for-all-of-us

My little flame 💞

Her 🌼

My tears ricochet 🥀

by @2thestars-andbeyond

The Fire That Burns Within (series) 💞🥀🔥

by @simkaswriting

What if…Eris had danced with y/n instead?

by @jeannineee

Daylight 🥀💞

Breeding 🔥

by @jdeclerc

a brother's intervention 🥀

by @azrielsdove

Playing With Fire 🥀🔥Azriel x Reader x Eris

by @cassiefromhell

Unexpected 💞🥀🔥Azriel x Reader x Eris

by @fieldofdaisiies

Late Again 🥀

Brother 🥀💞 no pairing

Falling 💞🌼

by @azrielsoulmate

Covered in you 💞

by @cupidojenphrodite

Morning After 🔥

by @acourtofwhatthefuck

Loose Lips 🥀🔥

by @thelov3lybookworm

Remember me? (series) 💞🥀 from Rhysand x Reader to Eris x Reader

Bloodshed 🥀💞

Not what I expected 🥀💞🌼

by @fineghkst

How Eris acts around his mate 💞

by @ladyescapism

fractured bonds 🥀

by @clairebear08

Woven 🥀

Use Me 🔥

by @historiaxvanserra

If I Can't Have Love, I Want Power 🥀🌼

I Am Not a Martyr, I'm a Problem

by @shadowdaddies

Autumn's Eden 💞

Bramble 💞

by @azrielslightintheshadows

Fake love. 🥀

by @crypticandmachiavellianaugustine

Sweet Nothings 💞🌼

by @readychilledwine

Death of Peace of Mind 🥀🔥🌼

Safe Haven 💞

Relief

Unconditional 💞

Leap 💞🌼

Kissed By Fire

Lapcat 🔥

Pack Mentality 💞

Tainted Love 🥀

by @throneofsmut

Bound In Flames (series) 🥀💞🔥

by @parkerslatte

Overlooked 🥀🌼

Warm Me Up 💞🔥

by @prythianpages

Like An Angel 💞

Cruel, Wicked Thing

by @saphirered

Frozen lake 🔥💞

by @thehighladywrites

Professor Eris 🥀💞🔥

by @thevanserrras

Breaking Point 🥀

Den of Foxes 🥀💞

Happy Equinox at Last 💞

Wake Up 🥀💞 Azriel x Reader x Eris

Petty 🥀💞

by @secret-third-thing

Never An Honest Word 🥀 no pairing

by @nocasdatsgay

From the Ashes, the Wildflowers Grow (series) 🥀💞🔥🌼

by @lucienforhighking

Hounds of Love 💞

Dancing 💞🔥

by @callmeblaire

when fire and ice dance

by @moonlightazriel

Symphonies 💞

When no one hears your calls 🥀💞

by @sellyoursoulforagoodfic

Monstrous Secrets 🥀💞

by @florencemtrash

Flame, Shadow, Beast 🥀💞 Azriel x Reader x Eris

by @serpentandlily

Sly Fox, Dumb Bunny (series) 🌼

Last Solstice 🥀💞🌼

by @fever-fluff

Unconditional

by @yearning-for-autumn

Would That I

[icantalk710]

Went and got myself tagged by @vidibit so let’s see here... *cracks knuckles*

Favorite color: Put the lime green in the coconut

Last song: The Vaccines - “XTC” (I have been obsessed with the new Back in Love City album and how they didn’t have to make some of these tracks such 🔥🔥 yet still did, and this song in particular I jump to to get the day going or when I’m in the zone as I’m working [I apologize to my future roomie(s) for waking them up to this while in the shower haha])

Last movie: Hmm... I mean, that I legit sat down to watch, probably Steven Universe the Movie? I’ve been meaning to watch more movies but with how busy I've been, I haven’t gotten to--especially wanted to do a little Halloween-themed movie binge--though I finally got to download this Anchorman 2 supercut I want to check out so I'll probably watch that soon.  That I happened to see, the more semi-cheesy horror 80s movies we watched at a friend’s Halloween party the night before (”The Driller Killer,” I think was one? Think it was this Italian movie taking place in NYC).

Last show: Pocket Monsters: Diamond & Pearl--part of my long rewatch of Pokemon in Japanese that I’ve been on since about 2016 (thankfully knowing enough Japanese to get through most of the Orange Islands, Johto, and Advanced Generation/Hoenn stuff without subs!), I only just started it recently and had started/stopped it because of not having laptop space to download more episodes lol, but I’m at episode 14, after Satoshi’s/Ash’s Starly first evolved and Takeshi’s/Brock’s Bonsly just evolved. The show honestly hits different with all the game OST remixes that the dub chooses to leave out for some reason, and without all the Poképuns and other line rewrites. (Also binging Bob’s Burgers and just hit Season 8; love it for a good post-work laugh)

Sweet, sour, or savory: Hmm, can have a bit of a sweet tooth with cookies or ice cream, but I do love sourness in a beer context.

Cravin: Hmm, a baked ziti, haven’t had pasta in so long since I’ve been on a bit of a semi-diet trying to lay off carbs [...also, pumpkin pancakes]

Tea or coffee: Contrary to the title of this song, never such a thing as too much coffee--but I do like a good tea in the evening, like this Lemon Loaf Tazo tea I bought at Target the other week. 

What I’m currently working on: So I fansub YGO GX for fun and have for *checks notes* over 12 years or something apparently; after I finished all 180 episodes a couple years back, I’m now doing one last run through the series to update my translations and finalize everything so I can go back to being a casual watcher lol [currently working on episodes 69 and 70].  I love GX and what it brings to the table as a show (the dub does not do it  or any YGO show justice), so it’s been a fun project. (You can keep up with that on my YGO blog here if you’re curious, and I have other YGO-related projects I’ll post about there occasionally) Also politically involved with some DSA electoral work and other stuff here/there (recently went up to Buffalo to help India Walton's mayoral campaign [fingers crossed not all the write-ins are for the corrupt incumbent])

As for tags, hmm... Let’s try @matietundra @saucyboozehound @gay-rites @harlequinchaos @lance-goes-hiking 🙂 And other mutuals who feel up to it? (no pressure lol)

[sasorikigai]

"big spoon" (( For MK2021 Scorpion. Sometimes you gotta cuddle the big fire boi. ))

send in " big spoon " for the sender to cuddle the receiver, effectively becoming the big spoon || @yetremains || accepting

▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 || Harumi and Satoshi’s passing into the promised land had left Scorpion with a vivid painting of them inside his head; no longer, they are painted in memories and laughter, but with their absence, like a wound cut deep, and blood pouring down as tears. He loses them over and over, sometimes many times a day. Even when the proverbial loss becomes momentarily forgotten, it creeps up and stabs him from behind. Fresh waves of grief as the realization hits home. They are gone, again, from his vehement grasp. He doesn’t lose them just once, either; for he loses them every time he opens his eyes to a new dawn, and as he awakens, so does his memory, and so does the jolting bolt of lightning that rips into his heart. They are gone, again, as scorching wildfire of his misery and melancholia has him backed up against the invisible wall as triggered thousands of supernovas burn through the recess of his tormented, agonized mind. 

Despite Scorpion being given the revivified Phoenix wings of life, he only sees death; for tidal waves of sanguine consume Hanzo Hasashi’s grief and burden, as he lets himself enveloped in the relinquished silence, as he had knelt before the epitaphs of Harumi and Satoshi Hasashi.

[ In Everlasting Memory of. Harumi Hasashi and Satoshi Hasashi, the dearly loved Wife and a devoted Son of Hanzo Hasashi. Too well loved to ever be forgotten, for their memory is a golden chain that binds us till we meet again. ] 

Their bodies long rotted and disintegrated in putrescent decay. Their souls may linger in Hasashi Compounds, as the burgeoned glacial ice sculpture of their motionless bodies would have long gnawed beneath the merciless torrents of passing time. Even centuries after, Scorpion mourns, as deeper and deeper he sinks, for he carries anger, pain, my old scars, hopelessness, the little happiness that still lingers in the chamber of his kintsugi heart, with all the faded laughters and forgotten dreams, along with the lines which were never written and the words that were never spoken. Perhaps it was the quiet sadness that metaphorically sunk him deep into the abysmal blur of his unconsciousness. Scorpion’s scattering ashes of tears as blotches of scorching redness burned around him. His swollen heart and lungs stumbling and failing him, as blisteringly excruciating and all-consuming pain would crumble the ancient pillar of his being. When he comes about from the stifling blaze of ember fogging up his consciousness, Scorpion wakes up with warmth in his stomach, in the form of Yang’s encircling arms. 

“When it rains, it pours. Then, came the disintegrating firestorm. Suddenly it was as if I was facing the end of the world, for that rainbow I had been waiting for never fathomed to show up,” he did desperately yearn for that closeness with another being, despite his unwavering discomfort in his own presence. Scorpion could never fathom truly being alone, for acceptance is the final stage of grief and he knows grief all too damn well. For he is constantly grieving something in his lost, unrealized dreams. 

The blisteringly gelid night triggers similar outbursts of pain, and despite wielding the overwhelming warmth surging within his burning heart, Hanzo Hasashi’s restless, greatly disturbed spirit and soul echoes cacophonous screams; his voice cord distorted and infected with ongoing onslaught of hellfire, as his cold and bloodshot stare careens to barely perceive Yang’s. “This particular onslaught of grief wasn’t uninvited nor unwelcome. The willing host of excruciating pain unlike no another long permeated and perpetuated my being, for I will never heal from the throes of ravaging, stormy sanguine sea of my melancholic sorrow.”  ▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 ||

[sasorikigai]

“ what were you dreaming about? “ ( for fire hubby, any of their modern verses )

‘hiroshima mon amour’ writing prompts. || @sonxflight || accepting

▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 || The birth of Hanzo Hasashi’s perpetual resurrection will one day, become irreversibly lost and gone berserk; like a violent revolution, the birth of a new age. One day, he will simply end up on a rampage. This road he walks, this warpath he continues to walk along his beloved as the world will feel their shared wraths. For his burning ire is ice cage, as the never-ending ire would manifest as coiling viper ready to strike its foe, like boiling water rattling the heavy steel of his soldered, beaten physique. Like a vortex, the destructive firestorm of his thoughts will churn, akin to a mighty storm in the sky. Perhaps this uncontainable rage will be his end, his undoing - so out the fire must be poured, spilling ablaze with wanton abandon, like molten metal poured into sword, revealed in unfiltered desire that the all-consuming anger must perforate through the slatted slits of his burning adamantine cage. 

The seasons of his maelstrom emotions may shift quickly, towards the better state of tranquility and calmness. Hanzo Hasashi should have felt a shiver within his heart, with the repeated vicious cycle that will perpetuate the summer in his mind. His proverbial heat would linger on his skin, with the breathes of Ryou Sakai’s promise enticing him in every way. The story has long been told; for the immortal warrior who still wields hellfire from his first inception of unexpected resurrection had been a soulless creature bound in the sinful strife and the gnawing erosive curse of his guilt and wrath to walk the Earthrealm as a living corpse. Fueled with bloodthirsty revenge for the loss of his family and Shirai Ryu clan, would he let the triad of his body, mind, and soul be bound by the serration of Netherrealm’s rocks and dirt. 

In the throes of his wakefulness, would Hanzo Hasashi’s time erase his physical existence, for his pain has not been subsided - only his demon’s shadows linger in the corner of his memory. Nights, would he be indulged in their coalesced unification, as he feels Ryou Sakai’s touch, caressing him sweet and tender, as if his beloved was assuring him of better tomorrows, past the cruel tribulations of the yesterdays. His hell may still play away behind his head; so morbid and theatrical, ever creating visions so personal. The persistent scars, the wounds, the hollow eyes encircled by the sunken ash of his skin continue to become the evidence of his exhaustion, lest the successive streaks of autumn paints his rubicund features. 

“I dreamt of the centuries’ past, where death was considered a bloody fucking curse as my freedom as Hanzo Hasashi hit the rock bottom.” The immortal assassin is glad that he doesn’t have to elaborate further; for there is no individual that knows him through and thorough better than Ryou Sakai. Knowing his husband, he could have very well being observing, scrutinizing the topography of his facial expression, which never deceptively hides a thing. The multitude verses of his life, enkindling this destitute and corruption is Hanzo Hasashi’s nearly slain spirit, brittled fragments scattering as he rises from the confines of his perturbed slumber, with his balmy, yearning hand adhering to Ryou’s collar, his long fingers curling around his shoulder. ▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 ||