#*eris

[eatsbooksarchive]

eris vanserra being young and small and wondering why his mother cannot quite bear to hold him. (he doesn’t know it yet, but he — more than being betrothed to beron, more than getting married, more than conception — has sealed her fate. the first born boy. the heir. she is now the mother of a baby beron will ruin, and she can never leave him, but she can never save him. the illusion of choice is taken from her in his first breath.) eris vanserra watching the same thing happen with every baby after him; kept at arm’s length, left to governesses and wet nurses and tutors, chaste smoothing of hair and infrequent kisses to the crowns of heads but no more. (he was so excited for the first brother and incrementally less so with each subsequent. he knew what his father would turn them into; he knew that his mother would not be able to love them.) ((in this way, he is not so unlike his mother, even if he cannot understand her.)) eris vanserra having to mold himself in his father’s image to be able to protect his mother and thus incurring more of his mother’s disgust.

eris vanserra being an adult and watching his mother cradle the final brother, lucien, to her chest like he is something precious, like he is something sacred. eris vanserra still not understanding what made him different at birth than this brother, what made him unlovable. (he knows why she does not love him now, himself seeing only his father in the mirror anymore, but he still cannot quite figure out why she did not love him then.) ((even when he does find out, he will not understand, not fully. he did not choose his sire; she did. how is it his fault that he carries beron’s blood and lucien is fortunate enough not to?)) (((even so, he knows that lucien needs to be protected at all costs. he has never seen his mother so happy, and that is all he has ever wanted for her.)))

[eatsbooks]

do you ever think about how bone-deep terrified eris must have been while under briallyn’s thrall and in koschei’s keep? how he knew his family would not care to find him until it was too late for him, if they ever did at all? (it wasn’t uncommon for him to disappear for a time; he always covered his tracks when it came to beron, and his mother and brothers, no matter their feelings towards him, knew better than to ask questions and bring attention to his absences.) how he didn’t care that much for what his death would mean for himself but what it would mean for his family, his people, his land? how he tried (and tried and tried and tried and tried and tried and) to break free from the crown’s control of his mind, but he was as helpless in his body as he had been over the span of his life? how the only reason he was captured at all was to lure in fae who hated him? how those fae were his only hope of salvation, and even after everything he had done for them, their first thought when they saw him puppeteered through prythian was that he must have double-crossed them? how he could see the hatred in their eyes when his body was being used without his say, when his lips were parting and instead of help me help me this isn’t me don’t you see that don’t you see me, it was someone else’s words speaking through him? how the only thing that saved him in that moment was a slip of someone else’s tongue in his mouth, and if that hadn’t happened, he would have been left to the slaughter? i think about that. a lot.

[skrunglebeasts]

put three f/f ships you like in the tags. doesnt matter how obscure or embarrassing the media, go for it. and no, your m/m ship doesnt count as women

[dat-soldier]

working class

[ryuuna]

Goddess of Absolute Tomfoolery™️

[noonesgaylikegatson]

Do women drunk on the trad wife fantasy know that women have been working in factories since the 1800s?

Like, why do you always assume you’re going to be middle to upper class living in the suburbs being a full time homemaker?

You’re more likely to be living in a multigenerational household while also doing some work on the side while raising your kids. Your money will go straight to your husband and he gets to decide what happens to it.

[novaneondream]

catching up on all the teacher Deku and pro hero Bakugou Katsuki shenanigans since I’ve been MIA since August 😔

[zira-draws]

can yall act like yall love eachother

[stampmark16]

Erasermic family :3

[linktoo-doodles]

eri and kota and their matching horns...

[eriserinyes]

I hate princess lessons...

Artist

[eatsbooksarchive]

currently thinking about 💭eris vanserra who does not drink, not really. eris vanserra who will have a glass of wine, maybe two, but anything beyond that is just water he has glamoured to keep up appearances. eris vanserra who does not like to be out of control of his faculties, even for a second, because when he is, those he cares about get hurt. eris vanserra who had been too-young and drunk on stolen kitchen spirits the first time he didn’t notice his father’s mounting irritation with his mother and watched her nose get bloodied over dinner. eris vanserra who had been drunk the night he refused to kill jesminda for his father; and perhaps if he had been smarter, if he had played the game better, he could have glamoured another poor soul in her stead and ferreted her away, he could have been there to do more for lucien than simply alert tamlin, he could have kept the three brothers he lost that day, two to death, one to hatred. eris vanserra who does not drink, but when he does, the harsh lines of him relax, and he smiles more, and his eyes twinkle, and color rises to his cheeks, and he looks so much like lucien that his mother cannot stand to look at him. eris vanserra who does not drink, not really.💭

[eatsbooks]

eris vanserra as the sun in eclipse. eris vanserra who was born with an abundance of warmth to share but cannot express it due to external forces, cannot cast himself on anyone as anything other than dark and frigid. eris vanserra who burns so hot and so bright but is always kept in the shadow of another. eris vanserra who can rarely be seen true or looked at directly; eris vanserra who must be looked at through a lens, through a distortion, otherwise the beholder will be subject to irreparable harm. eris vanserra whose light still emanates desperately from his edges for those who are willing to brave him in that rare, short-lived, cosmically perfect moment of his dark and his light coinciding to balance one another out.

[gigizetz]

Eris redraw

[dat-soldier]

grave mistake