#Beron

[azrielsshadows42]

ACOTAR Names + Meanings

I was scrolling on Pinterest and fell into a rabbit hole; the result was finding the meaning behind the names of the acotar characters. I have decided to share this information with the rest of the fandom

Rhysand = In the Bible it means perfection/bringer of darkness, it can also mean Enthusiasm.

Feyre = Fair, beautiful and light-haired, origin: Old French. It can also mean bringer of gifts

Nyx = Named after a Greek goddess who was known as the personification of night.

Azriel = In Hebrew it means 'God is my help' Though if spelt Azrael, it then means 'Angel of death' in the Bible.

Cassian = Son of Cassius (Cassius was a Roman general) in Latin and Irish origin. It also means Empty/hollow, cinnamon and curly-headed

Morrigan = I was shocked when her name didn't actually mean truth. Her name comes from a goddess of Irish and Celtic mythology, It means Phantom Queen, and she was the 'bringer of death'

Amren = 'Mighty Nation' in Hebrew

Nesta = Means many things, in Welsh it means 'pure', in Jamaica and Greece it means 'returner' and in Italy it means 'integrity'

Elaine = Sunray or shining light also has French origins

Helion = The Sun or a troublesome/mischievous person.... it also means 'Cattle shelter' though I don't think that was the aim

Thesan = Named after a sky goddess often depicted with a pair of wings, her name most commonly translates to 'Dawn' but can also mean illumination

Kallias = mans name legit means 'beauty' in Greek, you just know Vivianne is a lucky female.

Vivianne = also has many meanings, in French, lively. In Latin, alive. In Hungarian/Irish, joyous, energetic and free

Beron = Bear lol

Eris = This is what the Greeks would name their baby to help embrace their dark, mischievous side, it means 'strife' or 'fight' referring to the Greek Goddess of discord, contention and rivalry

Lucien = Meaning 'Light' cause he's Helion's son, was right in front of us the whole time

Tarquin = Meaning 'Ancient Roman Ruler' with Latin origins

Varian = Variable... and apparently the first name of some American hero

Tamlin = Independence, origin: South Africa (Sure, independent cause he takes everyone else's away)

Amarantha = Unfading flower, which is what they used to call her before she was known as the deceiver

[lainalit]

Made a (vibe based) height chart for the seven High Lords since I never saw one for them

[fourteentrout]

The High Lords and Lady of Prythian

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Order from left to right, top to bottom: Helion of the Day Court, Thesan of the Dawn Court, Kallias of the Winter Court, Tarquín of the Summer Court, Beron of the Autumn Court, Tamlin of the Spring Court, Rhysand and Feyre of the Night Court

I know this probably isn’t book accurate but this is roughly how I pictured everyone while I was reading before I realized that I was, in fact, imagining them pretty wrong. I fear I’ve held onto my interpretations tightly, they’re hard to let go. Feel free to let me know what you think, or if you have any questions!

[tadpolesonalgae]

High Lords and their kinks

a/n: this got so out of hand so quickly

Warnings: smut. just so much smut

Rhysand:

We all know he has a breeding kink, and with a smart mouth like that he definitely knows how to put it to good use on you

He has those lovely, deliciously sensitive, big illyrian wings at his back—practically a walking weak spot. And after all the teasing he puts you through with that cruel, silver-tipped tongue, you’re perfectly entitled to put him through his own set of trials

You cannot tell me he doesn’t get off on showing you off—at least a little. Whether it’s subtly matching jewellery pieces, having his scent marking your clothing, or having you astride his thigh before his court in the Hewn City, he delights in letting everyone know you’re one another’s.

Helion:

Is there anything I can actually add that isn’t obvious? He has a whole library at his fingertips, and knowing how much of the internet consists of porn in various forms, you cannot tell me there isn’t a secret alcove he has or even a whole other library (private, for your and his use only, of course) dedicated specifically for his personal interests.

He’s definitely familiar with sex toys, are you kidding me? He could go from cooking meals for you and letting you try on his golden snake armband, to having you gently spread apart for him on his bed, thighs pushed open, forearms bound at your back, eyes blindfolded as tears of pleasure spill down, a vibrator secured perfectly over your clit while he latches his mouth over your pretty nipples, keeping himself deep inside your dripping cunt.

And he’d use them outside the bedroom, too.

Sharing erotica that has heat spreading through your bodies—whether it’s reenacting scenes together, or being told to read a page aloud as he applies himself to you, it’s something both of you take pleasure in, finding equal enjoyment in the physical intimacy as well as the emotional side of getting to discover and share new experiences together.

Thesan:

Hear me out on this: threesomes.

We already know he has a male lover, so sharing you with someone else—someone he cares for and trusts—isn’t an issue. Quite the opposite.

Getting to watch as both his partners touch and explore one another, kiss and discover, or turn their sights on him—absolute heaven. Especially after a long day of work, dealing with High Lord business, then getting to just relax into his lovers’ arms? Utter perfection.

And it’s non-sexual too: waking up with a warm body pressed either side that’s been softened from sleep, sharing meals and nabbing pieces of food off each other’s plates, swapping clothes and sharing scents until they’re so thoroughly combined no one would remember what belongs to who since they all smell the same.

Kallias (and Viviane):

Temperature play.

Hot baths, a thick lather of bubbles looking like foam across the surface, heat soaking into your body until you’re sweating, all the while he’s running cool fingertips over your skin, so perfectly sensitive as he plays with you leisurely, brushing teasingly over your nipples, dipping between your thighs to press the cold pad of his digit flat to your clit.

I might be biased, but I feel like Kallias would also have some hints of a breeding kink.

Sinking into your warm, wet heat—how could he resist filling you up, hoping that you take to him, latch on and keep him tucked away inside.

Now, adding Viviane into the mix, things get so much messier.

Nights that would start off clean cut and strict would slowly devolve into sloppily grinding against one another, turned dumb and pliable by relentless pleasure. Kallias often finding himself rolling his hips to one of you, the other placed atop their mouth. When it’s not that way round, it’s him who’s lying on the bed, panting and fucked out while Viviane rides his cock, you keeping him docile and distracted beneath your cunt while your hands explore her breasts, cupping and thumbing across her nipples, mouthes latched together intimately.

Tarquin:

Oh boy, we’re touching on some monsterfucking here, no way around it. I mean, come on, his whole theme is to do with the sea, of course tentacles are going to come into play one way or another when he partially transforms.

Hundreds of small suction pads settling across your body, bath water lapping at the sides while you lean into him, panting with heat and need. It’s like having tiny mouths licking and suckling at the best spots across your skin, one placed deliberately over your clit while his fingers work you apart, then switching between using his mouth and his tentacles to tug and suck at your nipples, loving how you cry out for him.

I also think he’d absolutely love seeing you in lingerie—lovely pale green lace with creamy white frills, reminding him of sea foam. How you’ll sometimes adorn yourself in pearls, their pale shine complimenting the threads of your underwear, making him desperate to touch you, to at least feel you against him in some way.

Beron (+Eris, separately):

He is an utter control freak but in the best way (cannot believe I’m saying this—kind of struggling)

Anything from collars, to leashes, to chains, ropes, ties, even his belt, he knows how to use them on you, to wrap you up in such a way that he is in complete and utter control over your body, deciding how much pleasure to doll out that night. Going as far as to have a little bell attached to the collar, just to add that edge of humiliation.

Now, despite how dominating that might sound, he loves flipping you on your back, keeping your thighs spread apart even as you try to shut them when he spins you into overstimulation. And why wouldn’t he?

Using his mouth on you, reducing you to such a blabbering mess gives him ultimate control over you—who needs daemati abilities to shatter minds when you have heated fingertips and a mouth that knows how to put its harsh properties to use?

Eris—he knows his strengths, and plays to them.

While others might spend precious minutes going around, lighting every candle, he can do it with a fraction of a thought, filling your room with a soft glow, helping you settle into that mood.

It’s taken a bit, but you’ve managed to narrow down the selection of scents to a specific combination—reaching the point you’re no longer able to smell even a hint of vanilla without utterly soaking your underwear. Though maybe that had been part of a secret plan of his, to get you to associate a scent so powerfully with pleasure that you’d be at his mercy with little more than a candle to blame.

While he can be teasing, and a little mean at times, he enjoys slowly kissing his way down your body, murmuring how much he adores you, how he cherishes you, how he loves the way you thread your fingers through his hair. And you love hearing those whispered confessions from his lips, because it means he feels safe. Safe to speak with you, to trust in you, to allow himself to be comforted by you. He has someone to be with.

Tamlin:

Obviously, monsterfucking again

Probably in possession of a wicked power kink as well as in favour of some predator play. Getting to chase after you beneath a full moon—there’s something so ancient and ritualistic about the practice that just eases some tension in his beast’s bones. Catching up with you and clasping the nape of your gown in his jaws to raise you from the ground as you squirm helplessly, unable to do much against such a massive creature.

I do think that behind closed doors, he wouldn’t mind the power imbalance going in the opposite direction though… Being forced to just sit and wait patiently while you strip yourself of your clothes, teasingly tossing your underwear into his lap while you lay back on the bed, pleaded with how his fangs have subconsciously pushed from his upper lip, pupils dilated with ferocious hunger—needing to bed you.

Hybern:

Loves getting head

We’re in unfamiliar territory over here, but he knows his way around some nasty spells. Incantations that have you riding him desperately, aching for release after release, grinding tight against his hips so he touches those spots that have you sobbing.

Potions are also frequently incorporated—that make you need him with every part of your being with such an acute intensity he makes a mental note to lessen to liquid’s concentration next time.

He also like seeing you in different crowns, one time putting you in one made of bone, then ordering you to remove your dress without dislodging it—if it was nudged, he’d edge you until you were crying, but if it fell… Mother save you.

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[sonics-atelier]

I present to you some memes in honour of Elaingate ( thank you @praetorqueenreyna for the tag 🙌 )

Bottom line - Stop being a bunch of hypocrites 💖

[queercontrarian]

High Lady Beron

[lady-of-tearshed]

A promise

Eris Vanserra & Lucien Vanserra

Eris Vanserra week 2024

@erisweekofficial

Day 2 : Childhood

Summary: Eris, as usual, managed to get Lucien out of the house before one of their parents' fight got too explosive. Lucien had never questioned or doubted Eris sudden invitations to go out of the house, until now.

Warnings: angst, toxic household, mention of killing someone (Beron)

Word count: 641 words

Dividers made by @tsunami-of-tears 🤎

It was a particularly warm and sunny day in Autumn. The tenacious humidity had seemed to take its leave today, letting the sun embracing all Faes of this cruel court with comforting, and much needed, warmth.

“Ewis, bored!”

Eris growled, the sound far too similar to his oldest and grumpiness hound warning snarl, when tiny hands lifted his arm off of his eyes.

“Eris, Lu. Errrrris,” Eris exaggerated his mouth movement as he corrected Lucien's poor pronunciation for the hundredth time today, “Rrrrr,”

“Rrrrr! Rrrrr! Just like the sounds father makes when he's mad, right?”

The eldest Vanserra brows furrowed at Lucien's comparison. He might, or might not have, used that comparison to teach Lucien how to pronounce his “r"s… Eris hated how this little rascal had such a great memory.

“Don't repeat that in front of Father…”

Eris grumbled as he brought his arm back up to cover his eyes, determined to get some well needed uninterrupted rest. Well, as uninterrupted rest could be with a three years old brother wandering around you-

“Errrris!” Lucien was whining this time, the sound as unbearable as nails hissing on a chalkboard. Lucien's tiny hands were insistently tugging on the expensive fabric of his brother's black shirt sleeve. “I'm bored! Can we go home now?”

Eris sighed and sat up, the hound sleeping with one eye open beside him doing the same. The shadow hounds always followed their master’s every move, truly devoted beasts they were. Eris scratched the hound behind its ear appreciatively.

“Not now, Lu,”

“Because mother and father are still fighting?”

Eris’ hand halted on the dog's ear at Lucien's words. His hand curled into a fist.

“Why would you think that?”

“They always fight,” Lucien's small shoulders shrugged, his eyes darting away from Eris.

Eris' heart clenched. He hadn't wanted Lucien to see the atrocious toxicity of their household, not yet. He had wanted to prevent him from worrying about their parents fighting for at least a while longer.

But, just like when he had tried to protect his five other brothers' innocence, he had failed. Lucien was already dipped into the harsh truth of how brutal their father is.

Lucien broke the silence, getting Eris out of his dark thoughts and guilt momentarily. “That's not an okay way to treat a lady, right, Ewis?”

Eris shook his head, scooping Lucien’s warm cheeks with his palms. “No, Lucien. That is not an okay way to treat a lady,”

“Then why do you let him treat mom like that?”

Eris' throat tightened, his eyes felt suddenly more damp, but he kept his face hard. “I will,” He promised him solemnly, “One day, Lucien, I will stop him. I promise,”

He kissed Lucien's small forehead, sealing this promise in his heart, and held onto him tightly, knowing that from now on, everything would have to change. That he'd do anything to get closer to their father, so that he could fulfill his promise

To stop Beron, for good. To end him.

Even if it led Lucien, or anyone else in this world, to speak of Eris Vanserra as the villain in their stories.

“Okay,”

Eris' answer had been enough for Lucien, his young mind struggling to process Eris’ emotions. So he just wrapped his arms around his older brother’ neck, holding his face close to his heart, just like his mama did when he was having big emotions.

And Eris shed a tear, for the first time in the first century of his pathetic life, he allowed himself to cry. Silently, the tears rolled down Eris’ cheeks, out of Lucien’s sight. He kept his face hidden in the warmth of his little brother's embrace and cried, all while promising himself to gather up his strength to one day be able to end his father's reign of terror.

At whatever cost.

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[viktoriaashleyyx]

Anyway, I am bored so here is a list of Prythian High lords and the accents I imagine they have. I'm tired of all fantasy people having British accents.

Tamlin: southern US. Think Rip from Yellowstone

Kallias: Russian

Helion: Nigerian

Tarquin: Creole (I just know Summer has the best food tbh)

Thesan: Saudi Arabian

Beron: Cockney

Rhysand: Boston

Feyre: Valley Girl

I will not be accepting criticisms at this time.

But lmk if you want a pt 2

[ladydelena]

And what if I said it would be hot hot HOT if Autumn Court was a mix between Regency and Desi fashion? What then???

Some people lean more towards one or the other, but the embroidery? the beading? The design? (Me imagining Eris in a deep velvet green cloak, decked out to the gods in Desi style patterning? Lucien in a billowing white shirt and heavily embroidered tunic of the deepest cerulean and gold? HOT.)

If Anyones interested, this is what prompted it, the women's AND mens fashion:

[acotarimaginings]

make 3 acotar confessions that would get you in trouble *evil laugh*

Ship wars are ruining the fandom. Im a ship and let ship person. Sjm is gunna do what shes gunna do and we're just along for the ride

People can like characters that are villians or not the main cast. Eris, Tamlin, Jurian, Rhysand etc. have all done questionable immoral or bad things. I dont get hating other people or calling other people horrid things for the characters they like.

bonus chapters are canon material!

anything else is a personal opinion and isnt the purpose of this blog 😀

[achaotichuman]

I need an Au where the Acotar characters fall into an alternate morden Acotar, obviously there’s a ton of plot and alternate characters for everyone. So everyone’s coming in contact with themselves. Maybe in this universe there is a giant criminal network that is run by Rhysand’s sister and co-manger by Rhysand, and separated into seven sectors with different needs and capabilities and all are run by the alternate versions of the High lords.

But none of them had any falling outs so it’s like Prythian but if they had guns and actually all liked and worked together. And they’re helping their Acotar counterparts to get back to their world whilst simultaneously showing them that they work better together instead of against each other.

But really what I want to see is modern Tamlin explaining the concept of modern day slang.

Modern Tam- "Slay."

Acotar Tam- "WHO?!"

Modern Tam- "HOLY SHIT WHERE DID YOU GET A SWORD?!"

Acotar Tam- "YOU SAID SLAY! WHO AM I SLAYING?!"

[batboys-cumdumpster]

Not the Vanserra brothers giving the vibes of Hans and his brothers from Frozen

[fourteentrout]

I say we stop or at least combat the gwynriel elriel discourse by completely 180-ing and shipping Azriel with every available MALE character. Azris? superb. flawless. no notes. im obssessed. lets go futher. Azriel x Tamlin. This one I'm genuinely considering. Hell, Azriel x ANY of the unmated High Lords. I've seen people suggest Beron (though I personally would never be able to like him, maybe getting dicked down by the hottest torturer of all time could spark a change of character). Azriel x Keir if we're sticking with the route of villain crackships. Azriel x Lord Devlon. Azriel x Jurian (shooting someone in the heart with a weapon sure to kill them can be very romantic actually). Azriel x Thesan AND his lover. Double wing duty for the Dawn Lord. Azriel x Graysen, elain's shitty ex fiancee. Shit, just give Az all the shitty ex fiancees. He can fix them, probably. or at least use them to help himself. Let my boy get some man power, maybe he'll stop practically jizzing his pants every time he smells elain if he's too busy getting railed til the walls come down.

[incorrectacotarwords]

Helion Spell-Cleaver: I’m not a fan of masquerades

Helion Spell-Cleaver: The last one I went to resulted into my father’s death

Eris Vanserra: I asked if you could RSVP to my blood duel with Beron but show up in disguise?? Can you not??

[sonics-atelier]

Okay who wants to read a sapphic story between Amarantha and Ianthe ( two very fucked up people ) and explore prythians history while miryam plans drakons murder and jurian travels helping the humans to start a revolt ???

First chapter will be posted on October 1st

[headfulloflettuce]

Masterlist

Fandoms I write for:

ACOTAR

The Human Who Fooled All of Prythian:

Summary:

“I am going to become a fae.” “You what?!” “Not for real of course.” Cosette smiled, turning to look at Ophelia, “I am going to fake it.” “Oh my god you’re an idiot.”

Cosette expected a nice relaxing evening eating teriyaki chicken after a long day of grueling work. What she did not expect was to get human trafficked and sent on a fetch quest to try and escape Prythian. Were ACOTAR's characters always such jerks?

Chapter 1: Do You Have Teriyaki Chicken Wings?

Chapter 2: Bird in a Cage

Chapter 3: It Was in Fact Not Fine

Chapter 4: The New Routine

Chapter 5: Liar, Liar Pants on Fire

Chapter 6: Friends in Dark Places

Chapter 7: A Warm Blanket

Chapter 8: The Hunt

Chapter 9: Happy Birthday Fern!

Chapter 10: Get Me the Hell Out of Here

Chapter 11: Up-And-Coming Actress

Chapter 12: The Day Fern Died

Chapter 13: Welcome to Winter Court

Chapter 14: Petty Coins

Chapter 15: A Sweet Stench

Chapter 16: Open for Business

Chapter 17: All Things Magic and Mystic

Chapter 18: Family Meeting

Chapter 19: Memento

Chapter 20: A Party for Old Friends

Chapter 21: New Acquaintances

Chapter 22: A Very Polite Non-political Conversation

Chapter 23: I Present Thee With This Muffin of Friendship