#thoughts with eiri

[heyoitseiri]

I like to think Keigo is a huge music fan and listens a lot when he's alone in his office. I can't stop thinking about him vibing to "I'm like a bird" by Nelly Furtado 😂

[helloimeiri]

I need Dabi's thick cock slammed so far down my throat that it hurts to breathe. My tongue hungerly wrapping around his length. I need my sloppy spit gushing down my chin, neck and in-between my boobs. I need Dabi's large hands grabbing fist fulls of my hair as he slams his hips into me over and over and over again.

[alicecorpseliddell]

hii may we get a masc dog related headmate please? if that's ok :)

Apologies for this being like. 6 months late or whatever. Anyways here's your headmate!!

NAME(S) 𓏵    ｡    Hunter, Howlland

NICKNAME(S) 𓏵    ｡   Mutt, Kreature, Dagger, Bone

TITLES / TERMS 𓏵    ｡    Masculine, Canine, Feral

MENTAL AGE(S) 𓏵    ｡    15-17

PHYSICAL AGE(S) 𓏵    ｡    17

PRONOUNS 𓏵    ｡    Bark/Barks, Dig/Digger, Dig/Digging, He/Him, Mutt/Mutts, Paw/Paws, Paw/Pawprint, Howl/Howls, Howl/Howler, Moon/Moons, Hx/Hxm, Hy/Hym, Ruff/Ruffs, Dirt/Dirts, 🐾/🐾s, 🦴/🦴s

GENDER(S) 𓏵    ｡ Libramasculine, Mutthing, Dirtcoric, ADHDgender, Eiri, Simulmascgender, Pineforestenvic

ORIENTATION(S) 𓏵    ｡    Multisexual (Achillean, Xyric, Xenidian, Malachitic)

MODIFIER(S) 𓏵    ｡    Recipromantic, Nebularomantic, Queerian, Thymsexual

SOURCE(S) 𓏵    ｡    n/a

CONNECTION TO SOURCE(S) 𓏵    ｡    n/a

SOURCE OPINIONS 𓏵    ｡    n/a

PERSONALITY DISORDERS 𓏵    ｡    Borderline

OTHER MENTAL AILMENTS 𓏵    ｡ ADHD

PHYSICAL AILMENTS 𓏵    ｡   Uses arm crutches due to chronic pain

COMBINED AILMENTS 𓏵    ｡    Dyslexia, Synesthesia

EXTRA(S) 𓏵    ｡    had a phase where 🐾 thought paw was a lesbian despite not being attracted to women

EXTRA(S) 𓏵    ｡    endless appetite, loves to eat and be energized

EXTRA(S) 𓏵    ｡    stims by biting his lips and barking, as well as jumping up and down and running around (when pain permits 🦴 to)

EXTRA(S) 𓏵    ｡    unexpected big brother figure, not the best, but like your cooler older brother who sends you to the corner store by yourself to pick up snacks and let's you pick out some for yourself as well

EXTRA(S) 𓏵    ｡    really good at visual puzzles and visual puzzle games, but not good at mind/thought puzzles

FACECLAIM(S) 𓏵    ｡   

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[anjels001]

Chapter 3: The Kind of Problem You Don’t Find in School (Part 2)

Author’s Note:

A special shoutout to @hauntedwizardtree — as we agreed, here’s the next chapter! If the story keeps getting support, I’ll gladly start working on Chapter 5.

If this story reaches 20 reposts, I’ll create an AO3 account specifically for it and start uploading there too.

And hey — if we hit 200 likes, I’ll release the next chapter today! Huge thanks to all the new followers and the amazing messages — you’re all incredible!

My inbox is always open for questions, feedback, or just to chat. I’m also available for writing and art commissions, so feel free to reach out! If you missed it, here’s Chapter 3: (Part 1)

See you in the next chapter!

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“I’m going to kill her,” I muttered. Grover tried to calm me down. “It’s okay. I like peanut butter.” He dodged another piece of the snack Nancy threw, trying to pretend it didn’t hurt as much as it looked. “That’s enough.” I started to stand up, but Grover pulled me back into the seat. “You’re already being watched,” he reminded me. “You know you’ll be blamed if anything happens.” But in that moment, on the bus, Grover just shrugged and tried to pretend the peanut butter and ketchup sandwich bits Nancy kept tossing into his curly hair weren’t bothering him. But I could see his ears twitching. I saw that and thought, “Hold it together, Percy. Don’t mess this up now.” “What he needs,” a low, drawn-out voice murmured from my left, with a slightly thick accent that seemed to slip between the words, “is a distraction. Before he ends up biting her bait.” The voice came from Eiri, leaning against the window corner, chin resting on his clenched fist, watching Nancy like she was a still target in the middle of a snowstorm. His voice always sounded like it came from somewhere colder, older. A monotone, tangled tone that silenced everyone for a moment without them even realizing it. I never quite figured out where exactly the accent came from—it was like a mix of Russian, Polish, and Irish, with a steady rhythm and weight that made you pay attention.

My other best friend, like since childhood, was Eiriklod Pärlavakt — but I just called him Eiri. He was different from anyone I’d ever met. Way taller than his age, with a swimmer-gymnast build, and that kind of distant yet protective look, like he was always on the lookout for some invisible enemy. When I asked where he got all that size from, he just said, “heritage from the northern seas.” I thought he meant the High Land islands — like Iceland or Russia — but nowadays... I’m not so sure.

His skin was pale, almost ghostly, and his hair, a mix of blond and gray, fell in soft waves that always looked a bit messy but never careless. The eyes? A sharp blue, like frozen waters from some place where the sun barely dares to show up. His ears had a subtle point, almost imperceptible, but enough to stir rumors in the hallways. And he never smiled showing his teeth — which made sense, since his canines were a little sharper than normal.

Eiri was sparing with words, direct, and sometimes seemed cold. But he had this strange kind of fierce loyalty for those he cared about — especially the younger or weaker ones, even if his intimidating vibe said otherwise. He was the one who dragged me into the fencing club, saying I needed “a more productive outlet for all that chaotic energy.” And I went. Of course, I went. When Eiri spoke, people listened.

He used to call me "Captain" or "Little Pearl," thanks to a joke that started at an adventure club camp. When I was a kid, I wanted to be a pirate captain and conquer the oceans. I found this ridiculous old leather hat my mom had sewn, with tiny pearls stitched into the brim. I wore it right in the middle of a storm. Eiri saw me and was dead serious for exactly five seconds... then let out that silent laugh of his. The nicknames stuck ever since.

Even after we found out I had thalassophobia — an irrational fear of the sea and what lies beneath it — he never stopped using those nicknames. But I could tell it changed for him too. It was like he was mourning a version of me he had hoped would exist. Back then, he became a thousand times more protective — strange, even. One day, I swear I saw him actually growl — for real — at one of the guards’ horses in Central Park.

But it wasn’t just any horse — it was the horse. A massive black stallion with glowing green eyes and a temper that made anyone think twice before approaching. He was as stubborn as a mule, but for some reason, he liked me. Lived in the park and always showed up whenever I was there. We even had a little routine: I’d share my blue cookies with him, he’d accept them like some enchanted forest king, and just stand there, watching me.

I called him Hip. Don’t ask me why. Eiri, of course, never explained what he had against the horse. He just gave it that freezing stare of his and stood between me and the animal for almost an hour.

"Or maybe a battering ram," Eiri added, his voice as slow and heavy as the look he threw at Nancy, still resting his chin on a closed fist, as if she were a target standing in the middle of a snowstorm.

"Not a battering ram, Eiri!" Grover grumbled, nearly choking on his own indignation. "The last thing Percy needs is you being you. And seriously? He’s already got enough distractions... right here." He pointed at my head with one finger. "His brain’s basically a fireworks show in the middle of a thunderstorm."

Then I felt a light tap on my arm — this time from Eiri. His lips were curved in one of those rare, closed, enigmatic smiles of his, while those icy blue eyes sparkled with that kind of quiet amusement and affection you only see when you look at your mischievous little brother after a perfectly executed prank. It wasn’t mockery. It was his rare, silent way of saying: I’m here, Captain.

"Focus, Captain. You’re drifting again." And he was right. I totally was.

It was true — I was already gone.

The second Eiri opened his mouth, my brain kicked into turbo mode. First, I imagined a plan straight out of “Trojan Horse stuffed with mashed potatoes”, then a lightsaber duel on the school rooftop — Nancy on one side, me on the other, dramatic wind blowing, epic theme blasting in the background. All this while real life kept moving right in front of me. Because that’s how my head works. It’s like a browser with fifteen tabs open, two games running in the background, and somehow a radio playing three songs at once. Except no one else can hear it.

When Grover reminded me of that, I honestly would’ve preferred just hitting Nancy Bobofit right then and there. Getting suspended would've been nothing compared to the mess I was about to stumble into.

Mr. Brunner led the museum tour. He wheeled himself ahead of us through the huge echoing galleries, past towering marble statues and glass cases filled with ancient black-and-orange pottery.

He gathered us around a twelve-foot stone column with a massive sphinx on top and started explaining that it was a grave marker — a stele — made for a girl about our age. He told us about the carvings on the sides. I was trying to listen, because it was kind of interesting, but everyone around me kept talking, and every time I told them to shut up, the other teacher with us — Mrs. Dodds — shot me a death glare.

Mrs. Dodds was that math teacher from Georgia who always seemed like she’d walked straight out of an action movie — with her black leather jacket and that vibe that hovered somewhere between villain and sheriff.

She was around fifty, but no one in their right mind would’ve doubted that she could ride a Harley straight through her own closet door without even scratching it. She’d arrived at Yancy halfway through the year, after our last math teacher had a nervous breakdown (which honestly didn’t seem so far-fetched, considering the kind of atmosphere Mrs. Dodds created).

From day one, Mrs. Dodds had a clear mission: protect Nancy Bobofit — her obvious favorite — and make me believe I’d been born straight from the devil himself. The old lady would point that crooked finger at me and say, ever so sweetly, “Now, dear,” which really meant I was about to spend the rest of my life in detention.

It didn’t matter what happened — she always managed to get me in trouble. And even her wildest accusations somehow didn’t seem out of place. One time, she even claimed I was responsible for the rats that had started invading the school building. Yeah — things were getting way out of hand.

One time, I told Grover — half-joking, half-serious — that Mrs. Dodds must’ve come straight from hell just to torment me. He gave me that serious, slightly scared look — the kind of look someone gives when they already know something — and simply said, “You’re absolutely right.” And it felt like he was talking about something way bigger than just a math teacher.

Of course, I wasn’t alone. Eiri was always nearby whenever Mrs. Dodds was around. I’m not sure if he was watching over me out of some protective instinct, or if there was more to it, but he never looked comfortable around her. Whenever she accused me of yet another dumb thing or tried to embarrass me, he’d smile — and it wasn’t exactly a polite smile. It was more like... a subtle warning.

As if he was silently saying that none of it would go unanswered. People said he acted that way because he didn’t like how the teacher treated the students, but the way he smiled at her — with all his teeth showing — gave me the feeling that he was more ready to defend everyone there than to play nice.

It was obvious he didn’t like her, and I wasn’t wrong to think that toothy grin was just a mask for something much more serious.

The rumor that started spreading around school was that Mrs. Dodds was in Nancy Bobofit’s family’s pocket. They said she would do anything to stay in Nancy’s good graces, and apparently there had even been a formal investigation after it came out that five teachers were being bribed by influential families.

And of course, that was when Mrs. Dodds began focusing more on Eiri — in a weird way. She spent most of her time trying to catch him making some kind of mistake, but Eiri, of course, stayed exactly the same — quiet, watchful, always ready to protect others, no matter how hard she tried to chip away at his composure. And that just made things more tense between them.

While Mr. Brunner continued his lecture about Greek funerary art, my head was completely somewhere else. Eiri’s stare and Mrs. Dodds’ behavior were more than enough to knock me off track. I was in trouble — and whatever was going to happen next, it definitely wasn’t going to be good.

Finally, Nancy Bobofit, barely holding in her laughter, made some comment about the naked guy on the stele. I couldn’t take it anymore. Without thinking, I turned to her and said:

"Why don’t you shut up?"

It came out louder than I meant, and the whole group immediately burst into laughter.

Mr. Brunner, who was clearly running out of patience, cut off his story. "Mr. Jackson," he said, giving me that usual serious look. "Did you have something to say?"

I turned bright red. I wanted to sink into the floor. "No, sir," I answered quickly, trying to sound as calm as possible.

But Mr. Brunner didn’t look convinced at all. He pointed to one of the carved figures on the stele. "Perhaps you can tell us what this figure represents."

I looked at the image carved into the stone, and for a second, I felt a wave of relief.

I recognized the scene from somewhere — something I’d read about in Greek mythology class.

I took a deep breath and, with more confidence than I actually felt, said: "It’s Cronos eating his children, right?"

Mr. Brunner watched me for a moment, his eyes gleaming as if he were truly sizing me up. Then he nodded slightly, as if my answer had passed some sort of test. Of course, my relief didn’t last long. I was still stuck dead center in the spotlight, feeling like I was completely exposed in front of the class — and I could already bet they’d be teasing me for my little unexpected speech.

"Correct," Mr. Brunner said, though his tone made it clear he still expected more. "And he did this because...?"

"Well..." I began. "Cronos was the god... I mean, the Titan king." I quickly corrected myself. "And he didn’t trust his own children — the gods. Like... when his father, Uranus, died, he made this cursed prophecy that said Cronos would also be defeated by one of his own children. So Cronos got paranoid, scared all the time. The prophecy, along with all that fear, made him decide the best solution was... well, to eat each one of them as they were born."

"But his wife hid the baby Zeus and gave Cronos a rock wrapped up to look like the baby. Cronos ate the rock. Later, when Zeus grew up, he tricked his father and made him throw up his brothers and sisters."

"Gross!" one of the girls behind me exclaimed.

"…and then there was a big war between the gods and the Titans," I went on, "and the gods won."

There were a few muffled laughs in the group.

Behind me, Nancy Bobofit didn’t miss the chance to whisper to a friend:

"Like that’s ever going to be useful. Imagine at a job interview: 'Please explain why Cronos ate his own children.'”

Before I could think of a response, Mr. Brunner turned slightly, wearing a smile I couldn’t quite read.

"And why, Mr. Jackson," he said, picking up on Ms. Bobofit’s “excellent” question, "is this relevant to real life?"

To my left, Eiri — who until that moment had been perfectly still, as always — subtly shifted his weight from one leg to the other. It was a small movement, but on him, it was almost a warning sign. His ice-blue eyes narrowed slightly in Mr. Brunner’s direction, watching him closely.

I caught the small movement out of the corner of my eye, and that was enough to snap me back to reality. Eiri never moved without a reason. If he thought that question mattered, maybe I should pay attention too.

The truth? I didn’t like this kind of topic at all. There was something about the words “prophecy” and “destiny” that made me... tense. A deep unease, like an invisible knife slowly turning in my stomach. And worse: it gave me a strange — irrational and sudden — urge to react, to fight, to attack. As if somewhere in the back of my mind, an old voice was whispering: Never trust a game you don’t control.

So I took a deep breath, looked up, and answered:

"Because sometimes," I said, my voice steadier than I expected, "it’s exactly the fear of what might happen that makes people do the worst things. Cronos tried to stop fate — and ended up creating it."

For a second, the room seemed quieter. Eiri didn’t move, but I noticed the faintest tilt of his head — like he was approving the answer.

Mr. Brunner smiled again — deeper this time.

"A point for you, Mr. Jackson," Mr. Brunner said. "Zeus, in fact, gave Cronos a special mixture of mustard and an ancient fermented drink, which made him vomit up the other five children who, of course, being immortal gods, were alive and growing inside the Titan’s stomach, undigested. The gods then defeated their father, cutting him to pieces with his own scythe and scattering the remains in Tartarus — the darkest part of the Underworld."

He closed an imaginary book with a soft snap of his fingers.

"And with that cheerful note... it’s time for lunch. Ms. Dodds, would you lead us back?"

The class started filing out in a whirlwind of nervous giggles and hushed comments — the girls pulling faces and clutching their stomachs, the boys shoving each other and whispering like they’d just watched a horror movie in the middle of class.

Grover and I were about to follow the flow when Mr. Brunner’s voice called out again:

"Mr. Jackson."

And I knew right then: I hadn’t gotten away just yet.

I sighed.

“Go ahead,” I murmured to Grover and Eiri. “I’ll meet you outside.”

He gave me a sympathetic look, then left. I turned to face Mr. Brunner.

“Sir?”

Mr. Brunner had that look that didn’t let you slip away. Old brown eyes, almost unfathomable — eyes of someone who could be a thousand years old and who, somehow, seemed to have seen everything the world could offer… and take away.

He leaned a little more into his wheelchair, as if that simple movement carried some invisible weight.

“You need to learn how to answer my question,” he said, his voice low and deeper than usual.

“About the Titans?”

He didn’t smile. Just tilted his head slightly.

“About real life. And how what you learn here applies to it.”

“Ah.” I swallowed hard. That sounded less like homework and more like… a warning.

For a moment, his eyes looked tired — not of me, but of time. Of time and everything he carried. An almost imperceptible crack in that mask of impeccable erudition. The look of someone who had already seen many young people like me... some who got lost, others who rose and paid dearly for it.

It was subtle, but I saw it. And for some reason — which didn’t come just from me, but maybe from a deeper part inside — I understood. And I fell silent.

He noticed. The corner of his lips lifted, for a brief moment — a half-smile that was both pride and a kind of deep fatigue.

“What you learn from me,” he continued, with a slight tone that was not just demanding but almost pleading — “is of vital importance. I hope you treat it as such. From you, Mr. Jackson… I will accept only the best.”

I wanted to be angry. That guy always pushed me harder than the others. But that little crack in his shield disarmed me. He wasn’t just a teacher picking on me. He was someone carrying much more than he was saying.

For a second, a strange phrase passed through my mind, coming from nowhere — like a forgotten echo:

“The true master trains with the weight of the future on his shoulders.”

I shook my head, as if that would chase the thought away.

“Yes, sir,” I answered, more serious than I expected.

He nodded, just once, and dismissed me with a slight gesture.

When I turned to leave, I felt his eyes still on me. Not with irritation, but with hope — and a weariness I couldn’t explain.

[wizardingworldlibrary]

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[chengluan]

鼓膜の奥 (Komaku no Oku) — 山姥切長義 (Yamanbagiri Chougi) Lyrics (Romaji, English Translation)

cr. Album: IGNITION Artists: Touken Danshi formation of Hanakage, Yamanbagiri Chougi Composer, Lyricist: ジンツチハシ Released: 2024

this specific translation by me! use/repost is fine. credit would be nice!

声が鋭く　鼓膜の奥 Koe ga surudoku komaku no oku A piercing voice, deep inside my eardrum

振動して行くだけじゃ無く Shindou shiteiku dake ja naku More than mere vibration

答えようのない問いかけが今 Kotae you no nai toikake ga ima Now, with questions that can't be answered

宙に舞って霞へ消えて行く Chuu ni matte kasumi e kiete yuku Dancing in empty space, vanishing into the haze

ああ　いつになれば本当のこと Aa itsu ni nareba hontou no koto Ah, how long will I need to wait for the truth?

心を曝け出して言うかな Kokoro wo sarakedashite iu ka na Shall I bare my heart and say it?

張り詰めた空気には雨が降り Haritsumeta kuuki ni wa ame ga furi The rain falls amidst this strained atmosphere

望まれていないのに花が咲く Nozomarete inai no ni hana ga saku Without anyone wishing for it, the flowers still bloom

ああ　これから何回も巡って Aa korekara nankai mo megutte Ah, repeating countless times

心を駄目にして行くから Kokoro wo dame ni shiteiku kara My heart won't make it through this

ねえ　どうしようこんな夜に Nee doushiyou konna yoru ni Hey, what should I do on nights like these?

ねえ　どうだろうこんな姿 Nee dou darou konna sugata Hey, how do you like this appearance of mine?

また晒されてし��えば Mata sarasarete shimaeba If I can bare it all again

楽になるかな Raku ni naru kana Won't it make things easy?

声が鋭く　鼓膜の奥 Koe ga surudoku komaku no oku A piercing voice, deep inside my eardrum

振動して行くだけじゃ無く Shindou shiteiku dake ja naku More than mere vibration

心の底まで響き回り出し Kokoro no soko made hibiki mawari dashi Echoes even to the very bottom of my heart

思考を乱して行く Shikou wo midashiteiku Disrupting all of my thoughts

舞い込んだから　純白のまま Maikon dakara junpaku no mama Fluttering in with a breeze, pure white as you are

考えが収束して行くなら Kangae ga shuusoku shiteiku nara If our ideas can become one

答えを欲しがる事を嘲笑い Kotae wo hoshigaru koto wo azawarai Laughing away at my want for answers

また花を咲かせよう Mata hana wo sakaseyou Let those flowers bloom once more

ああ　飾りあって　騙しあって　 Aa kazariatte damashiatte Ah, in all our pretense, we'll deceive each other

さよなら Sayonara Goodbye

知りたくもないような問いかけを Shiritaku mo nai you na toikake wo Questions I don't even want to know the answers to

何故口に出してしまったのだろう Naze kuchi ni dashite shimatta no darou Why did they come out of my mouth?

ああ　今になっては本当のこと Aa ima ni natte wa hontou no koto Ah, now it's all come true

言わないで欲しいとも思ってる Iwanaide hoshii to mo omotteru Even though I never wanted you to say it

湿っている空気に陽が差して Shimetteiru kuuki ni hi ga sashite The sun shines through the humid air

望まれていないのに乾き出す Nozomarete inai no ni kawaki dasu Without anyone wishing for it, everything turns parched

ああ　またもや何回も巡って Aa mata moya nankai mo megutte Ah, wandering endlessly through the haze again

体を駄目にして行くから Karada wo dame ni shiteiku kara My body won't make it through this

ねえ　そうしようこんな朝に Nee soushiyou konna asa ni Hey, let's do that on mornings like these

ねえ　そうだろうこんな声で Nee sou darou konna koe de Hey, isn't that right? With a voice like this

また空気を震わせて Mata kuuki wo furuwasete Setting the air atremble again

楽になるのさ Raku ni naru no sa It'll make everything so easy

声を確かに　鼓膜の先 Koe wo tashikani komaku no saki A voice rings true, beyond my eardrum

心ごと揺らされたから Kokoro goto yurasareta kara Shaking my heart all the way through

頭じゃ解析出来無い震えが Atama ja kaiseki dekinai furue ga A tremor that my mind can't understand

体に現れる Karada ni arawareru Appears within my body

鋭利な牙を　剥き出したまま Eiri na kiba wo mukidashita mama While baring those sharp fangs

言葉を交わし合ってしまえば Kotoba wo kawashiatte shimaeba Even when we can exchange words at last

答えを見つけ出すことなど出来ず Kotae wo mitsuke dasu koto nado dekizu It's impossible for me to find the answers

すれ違ってしまう Surechigatte shimau We'll pass right through one another

ああ　想いあって　すれ違って Aa omoiatte surechigatte Ah, even with these feelings, we'll pass without meeting

さよなら Sayonara Goodbye

声が鋭く　鼓膜の奥 Koe ga surudoku komaku no oku A piercing voice, deep inside my eardrum

振動して行くだけじゃ無く Shindou shiteiku dake ja naku More than mere vibration

心の底まで響き回り出し Kokoro no soko made hibiki mawari dashi Echoes even to the very bottom of my heart

思考を乱して行く Shikou wo midashiteiku Disrupting all of my thoughts

舞い込んだから　純白のまま Maikon dakara junpaku no mama Fluttering in with a breeze, pure white as you are

考えが収束して行くなら Kangae ga shuusoku shiteiku nara If our ideas can become one

答えを欲しがる事を嘲笑い Kotae wo hoshigaru koto wo azawarai Laughing away at my want for answers

また花を咲かせよう Mata hana wo sakaseyou Let those flowers bloom once more

ああ　飾りあって　騙しあって　 Aa kazariatte damashiatte Ah, in all our pretense, we'll deceive each other

さよなら Sayonara Goodbye

[myndless88]

My Top 10 Fav Anime Blorbos (tag game!!)

I've already done this before, but this time I've been officially tagged (by @nikkimidorima, thank you)! In no particular order, we have:

Ken Kaneki (Tokyo Ghoul)

Starting off the list is this little book nerd who's been through it. Before I even read Tokyo Ghoul, I knew about Kaneki's struggle and felt really bad for the kid. I'd be distraught if I couldn't eat my favorite things anymore either. There's been some debate over how he handled the situations going on in the manga, but he's still my cinnamon roll son. I'm also very partial to pre-torture Kaneki because he's the cutest. Just look at that baby face!

Makoto Tachibana (Free!)

Free! was also my first sports anime (as far as I can remember), and Makoto was the first to catch my eye. I believe it's because he's such a gentle giant. I remember thinking that I'd love to have a boyfriend like him...or he himself if he were real and the same age as I am. ^__^ Yet another cinnamon roll!

Tetsuya Kuroko (Kuroko no Basuke)

It probably should be Kagami here, but I chose to talk about Kuroko. His motto is basically "Teamwork makes the dream work". I don't know why, but he is so funny when he's trying not to be. Saying he can make a "mean boiled egg" as well as casually roasting Kagami, for example, all while keeping that deadpan expression makes me laugh.

Koushi Sugawara (Haikyuu!!)

The last time I did this, I put Yamaguchi. But this time, I'll do Sugawara! While I don't remember much of Haikyuu!! (time for a rewatch), I do know that I like how he may not look it, but he's a really good setter! Even Oikawa has given him the name "Mr. Refreshing". I may not remember specifically why he's reached blorbo status, but it's because of him that I started buying nendoroids! I just had to have his. ^^;;

Kanato Sakamaki (Diabolik Lovers)

Ah, Kanato...my little unhinged gumdrop. Out of the six Sakamaki brothers, I feel like he's just straight up crazy, and I love it. Plus his color is purple, and he has a stuffed animal that he keeps with him at all times...except for that one time.

Omi Tsukiyono (Weiß Kreuz)

The oldest blorbo on my list, Omi was my obsession! I was drawing him all the time (with and without his paired OC). I had bought the Freesia shower gel and lotion from Bath and Body Works (as well as the actual flower one time) because of him. I even tried finding pieces of clothing that were similar to his so I could "cosplay". ^^;; Omi is such a good boy but a deadly assassin, so you better not be a bad guy because his motto is "Never forgive the bad ones".

Gareas Elidd (The Candidate for the Goddess/Pilot Candidate)

Another of my older blorbos! Gareas (or Garu) was another one that I was drawing alot. It was because of him that I made my first OC ever (and I paired her with him). I even have a set of earrings just like his (they're tarnishing though ;_;). He has a bit of a hot temper, but he really is a nice guy to the ones he cares for. As a sidenote, it's so funny how much I was invested in the pilots rather than the candidates in the show.

Shuichi Shindou (Gravitation)

Yet another older blorbo! Shuichi is also one that I drew quite a bit in my younger years (alongside the OC I made for him). He's also the main character of my very first BL. I love him because he's so ridiculous in both the manga and the anime--way more in the manga. But while he's really silly, he's also very stubborn and passionate about the things he likes: music and Eiri Yuki. I added the picture of him in the banana suit because it just takes me out every time.

Son Goku (Gensoumaden Saiyuki)

I thought about putting the entire Sanzo Party here, but I do like Goku a little more, so here he is. Once a threat to both Heaven and Earth, Goku is just a guy who loves to eat and loves his friends (even if he may not say it out loud). He's such a smol bean, too. While he is pretty easygoing, he will step up when he needs to. And if things are looking really grim, you'd better step back a few miles when that power limiter (his headband) comes off.

Heisuke Toudou (Hakuouki)

In my other blorbo post, I had Killua (Hunter x Hunter) here, but I decided to add Heisuke! I went with him because he's the VERY FIRST route I've ever played in my history with otome games. And I loved it so much so that I contemplate just wanting to play his route again and again whenever I start a new game of Hakuouki. ^^;; A little Japanese history: Heisuke was the captain of the 8th unit in the Shinsengumi as well as the youngest overall.

This actually took a little longer to think about because I was wondering who would be considered a favorite blorbo of mine. I know I have a few, but thinking of ten was still really difficult. And then I probably didn't do them much justice with my blurbs either. ^__^;; But here they are!

I'm not gonna tag anyone, but if you want to do this, then feel free!

[pmdfanfiction]

Here comes the next Fic of the Week!

Hey you, Corphish by PizzaHutVEVO!

Summary: On the heels of a personal crisis, Corphish indulges a spur of the moment desire and takes a leave of absence from the guild. Setting off on a trip to the Sand Continent, he finds that it’s harder than it seems to find yourself. With the help of a fast talking Oricorio, Gigue and a temperamental Tatsugiri named Eiri, he sets out to do something he thought he would never do. Start his own guild!

Find the link here: https://pmdfanfiction.com/story/hey-you-corphish/

Have fun reading!

[heyoitseiri]

Hawk's doesn't seem to give off big dick energy. And honestly I think he's fine with that. He was raised and trained to be the embodiment of perfection. He's skilled, strong, agile, and as we all know, incredibly fast. He's the pretty fuck boy of hero society with wings larger than life as well breathingly beautiful. He knows the role he's supposed to play so I think it'd honestly be really funny for him to have a slightly smaller than average dick size because then it's like a little secret he has all to himself. That in spite of all his training not everything about him is perfect.

[helloimeiri]

Dabi is a goddamm work of art. A masterpiece! His large, rough looking hands, the mixed textures of his skin, the haunting beauty of his majestic azure eyes, his edgy style and rough way of speaking. He'd step on me and call me "Baby Doll" while he did it and I love that about him.

[spiritedstars]

Spirit Meets the Bones [Epilogue]

Genre: Angst/Romance/Drama Author’s Note:  I am very very emotional posting this. Writing this fic drove me crazy in the best way and I'm really proud of it. I loved telling Eris x Iris's story. Thank you for reading. Thank you for tagging along on this long journey. Thank you for loving Eiris the way I do!

In case you missed it, I commissioned a royal portrait of Eiris! Check it out here.

The biggest thank you will always go to @riorsonxaden because without you being my support, bouncing ideas with me, and always taking time to read each chapter and give me your feedback, I wouldn't be posting this or as satisfied with it as I am. Thank you. I love you.

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Find it all here.

Six Months Later.

~

Eris stood in his study, glancing out the window with a whisky in hand, soaking up the last moments of quiet he’d have for the rest of the day. 

Today was the day.

Dressed in a fitted forest green suit, his crown resting on his head, the High Lord of the Autumn Court allowed himself a small smile. The lapel Iris had gifted him was pinned neatly to his jacket, and Eris was only a little nervous—but for once in his life, it was a good kind of nervousness. 

He was getting married. Again.

After the night of the battle, it was well into the morning before they had a moment to rest. They had all been exhausted and worn and desperately needed time to heal properly. Iris’s wounds had reopened, and Eris had gone through the agony of watching her recover from them. The scars had left faint marks, and though it had crushed Eris to see her beautiful skin be marred in such a way, Iris had only knocked her shoulder against his and said, “We’re more of a perfect match now.”  

Even distracted with all his new duties as High Lord, Eris had driven those around him nearly insane while Iris healed. He had waited until Nevien had given him a very exasperated all-clear to touch his wife in the way he had been craving to, and Eris had made love to his mate in a way that still had Iris turning bright red whenever she thought about it. 

It had been as filthy as Eris had wanted.

After that particular rigorous night, Eris had met her gaze, his hand stroking her bare skin, and said, “Let’s get married. Our way this time.” 

Iris had only kissed him in response.

And now, he was getting married to the love of his life. His mate.

As he planned for their wedding, Eris found that slipping into his role as High Lord had been smoother than anticipated.

While a new court required a new council, new rules, and considerable follow-through, for Eris, who had already handled much of his father’s affairs, being High Lord was like breathing.

Eris had spent that first week as High Lord cleaning out those in his father’s pocket, giving them two choices: change or death. Though they remained under constant scrutiny, many had been intelligent enough to choose the former. For those that hadn’t made the right choice, Eris had unleashed his brothers, their hunt serving as a reminder, that though they may not be their father, they knew exactly how to make things hurt. 

Iris’s father had been the only person who had no choice in what happened to him. He had barely survived his daughter’s wrath, but Iris had ensured he hadn’t died too quickly. She had requested a public hanging after he was displayed for a week in the heart of the court—no healing permitted. When the day finally came for Aron’s execution, Iris watched her father’s corpse struggle against the rope as it tightened around his neck, floundering for air until his body went limp. She had felt no remorse. 

He had been left to hang on the flagpole for all to see, the marks and blood from the battle still visible. It was a message and a decree in their new court; an abuser had no place here. 

While change was never easy and most of his people welcomed him warmly, there was trepidation. People were hopeful and yet, scared. Worried it was all a joke – a dream – a test to weed out traitors against the crown. And Eris understood it. He had lived this uncertainty and while he hadn’t suddenly turned into a saint, he granted them patience. He gave them a calmness he had yearned for the Autumn Court to have.

This started with the Forest House. Eris had tested his new magic while morphing the House into a home. He wanted to wipe away his father’s touch from every inch and slowly but surely, it began to look different. To feel different.

Within Autumn, their people were united. Outside of their court, their reputation as cutthroat remained. As a new leader – Eris did not want to give anyone the idea that Autumn would be an easy target. He had quickly connected with the other courts, setting the precedent for networking with the Autumn Court;  his wretched father had stifled them, but Eris had endless ideas for inter-court connections and trade. He was eager for more. For better. 

His brothers had joined his council, each taking a more active role in managing their court, and for the first time in his life, Eris didn’t feel so alone. 

While they didn’t always see eye to eye and meetings had sometimes gotten heated, in the end, they all had the same goal – to do better. To be better. It didn’t erase their past but they were family. The word actually meant something now. 

It took his mother some time to visit her old home, but every time she did, Eris’s chest ached in a way he hadn’t expected, to see her roam the halls of the Forest House with a smile on her face—happy. The High Lord of Day had been gracious enough to give Eris some time before shouting his mating bond for the world to hear; a month after Eris became High Lord, Helion claimed her as his mate and they’ve been in bliss since. Lucien began visiting Autumn and was greeted with a warm welcome every time. Though he still wasn’t always comfortable, Elain’s excitement to explore the court and bond with his family made up for it.

Izak and Helene had decided to stay in their home within their community, but Eris still had a suite ready for them whenever they wished to stay. It felt strange to watch his sister-in-law’s pregnancy, to know that the first baby Vanserra was on the way. Eris still sent her a gift now and then to make up for their first meeting.

With no hesitation, Cosette had moved into Emil’s suite within the Forest House, as did Theo with Finn. The two had bonded, forcing Emil and Finn to spend more time together than they were used to, and it had been very amusing for Eris to watch. Until Iris also forced him to be there and suddenly, he was not so very amused. 

Three months after that, and after the transition of their court had calmed just slightly, Eris had planned the perfect wedding. It would be a small, intimate affair with only family and friends with delicious food, good music, and by the end of the night, he would be fucking his wife on his new throne.

His small smile widened into a smirk as he pictured his beautiful wife melting beneath his touch. 

Gods, was he excited.

A knock on his office door had Eris turning. He drained his drink and set it on his desk before saying, “Come in.”

Finn poked his head in through the door and much to Eris’s annoyance, gave a wolf whistle. “Damn brother, you do clean up nice.” 

Eris rolled his eyes as his brothers filed in and he gestured for Lucien to close the door behind him, a shield reinforcing it. “For once in your life, you seem to look decent yourself.” His eyes swept over each of his brothers. Indeed, each of them was dressed impeccably. He barely recognized Izak. “Surprisingly, you all do.”

“I don’t know why you’re surprised about me,” Lucien said dryly. “I always dress well. And maybe Emil. It’s the other two who look like hooligans all the time.”

“Ah, fuck off. I look great walking around like a damn dream.” Finn immediately protested. 

“I’m not a hooligan,” Izak said in offense. “I dress appropriately for my job.”

“What I assume Lucien means is the general air of peasant you both give off.” Emil quipped with a small smirk. “Unfortunately, if there is a stench, you two are the first people will look to.” 

Lucien choked back a laugh and Eris sighed when Finn and Izak broke out into an argument. 

“We’ll see who gets the last laugh when I flirt with Elain and Cosette so hard –”

“Leave my mate out of this.”

“I will skin you alive –”

“When will you realize no one likes it when you flirt with them?” Izak added with a snort. “You suck at it.”

“It’s not the only thing he sucks,” Lucien replied and the cackles broke out again as Finn let out a growl.

“Oy!”

“To be fair, Izak, Helene doesn’t seem to mind his presence as much,” Emil said and eyed Izak with that obnoxious smirk. “He seems to be craving a little female time. Are you aware of this? I think we might need to inform Theo.”

Izak glared at Emil. “And what the hell is that supposed to mean? Are you accusing my pregnant wife of something?”

“No, I’m accusing your brother of being a home wrecker.”

“I have not wrecked any homes, you fuckers.”

“So the rumors about you being people’s third are false?”

“How the fuck would you hear about that, Lucien?”

“Same way I hear about everyone’s nonsense. Your slutty lives are local news.”

“Oy, I’ve been with one female for years.”

“None of those rumors are ever about you, Izak. No one wants you.” Finn said and smiled the way he knew would make his brothers see red. “But don’t worry, Helene and I already have a plan to work things out once you kick the bucket.” He glanced at Emil and pointed. “The same way Cosette and I do.” Then pointed to Eris. “The same way Iris and I do.” And lastly, pointed to Lucien. “You don’t let me near Elain enough but I’m working on charming her. I can’t wait to talk flowers with her. I’m suddenly itching to start my own garden.” 

And before the room could explode, Eris took a deep breath and allowed his magic to swat each of his brothers across the head, hard. Ignoring their outrage, he held up his hands for silence and finally addressed them. “This is exactly why I asked you all to be here. There will be absolutely no fighting at my wedding, do you understand?”

Finn opened his mouth and Eris shot him a look. “No bringing up significant others.” He glared at Emil. “No instigating fights with baseless rumors.” He pointed at Izak. “No getting offended every time someone mentions your damn wife.” And lastly, he gave Lucien an exasperated look. “No adding fuel to the fire of an already ridiculous argument.” 

Addressing them all at once, he said firmly. “No fighting.”

“But –”

“It wasn’t even –”

“I have nothing to do with –”

“I’m barely tolerating being here –”

A muscle twitched in Eris’s jaw and the room heated as he forced himself to take another breath and smooth down his suit jacket. “Today is my wedding day. An event I have perfectly planned to celebrate my wife and I,” he said, forcing himself to remain calm as he glanced at his brother’s stupid faces. “Iris is very excited and I will not have any of your bullshit annoying her in any way. So.”

He stepped in front of Emil who was clearly fighting a laugh and pointed. “No fighting.”

Stepping to Finn, Eris fought hard not to punch the smug expression right off his face and pointed a little more threateningly. “No – fucken – fighting.”

He moved to Izak and Lucien, the former, who held up his hands as though he was an innocent bystander in all of this, and the latter shrugging his shoulders with no care in the world. It annoyed Eris even further as he pointed between them and said again, “No – fighting.” 

Turning in the room and addressing all of them at once, “There will be no – fucken – fighting or so help me, Iris will have your throats and I’ll have the hounds eat whatever she leaves of you.”

“Damn, she’d get vicious on her wedding day?” Izak said with a whistle.

“She has a knife strapped to her as we speak and will use it as she sees fit.” 

“Kinky.” Finn said in an annoyingly singsong voice that made Eris want to choke him where he stood.

“Match made in heaven, you two.” Lucien added with a snort and Eris grunted.

“That’s right and I have no issues stabbing you myself if I have to,” he swore. “Behave yourselves.” 

“Will you cry when she walks in?” Emil asked, mockingly putting a hand over his heart. “I don’t know if I will be able to hold back from succumbing to tears myself if you do.”

“I cannot believe you’re my biggest problem today,” Eris said with a glare at his usually quieter brother. “Fuck off.” 

Pointing threateningly one last time, he confirmed, “Am I clear, assholes?”

They all grumbled their agreements and as they stood together in the room, Eris eyed them wearily then shook his head. 

They were alright. They had earned this.

Without waiting for Eris’s permission, Emil moved around his brother, grabbed the bottle on his desk, and magicked each of them a drink. 

“Since you’re done threatening us, I’d like to propose a toast,” Emil began, giving Eris a more genuine smile. “To our big brother and High Lord,” he continued, “We weren’t invited to your last wedding and are only mildly inconvenienced to celebrate this one with you.” Holding up his glass as Eris rolled his eyes. “May your union be blessed. To Eris and Iris.”

Each of his other brothers raised their glasses and repeated, “To Eris and Iris.”

And as Eris brought the glass to his mouth, Finn had the audacity to add, “And to their firstborn child who will absolutely be named after me. Cheers!”

Eris could only bring himself to sigh. He did it so often these days. 

~

Once the wedding began, nothing else mattered to Eris other than getting to the part where he’d see and then promptly kiss his wife. It had been hours since she had woken him up this morning, sliding her body over his, and they had almost been late for wedding prep. 

It had been a fantastic way to start the day, and it was how they started most days. He couldn’t get enough of touching her—of being with her as openly as he could be. Through every change, Iris walked with him, hand in hand, equal in responsibilities, and it made his chest ache to know she actually cared about what happened to their court. Her support wasn’t for show. 

Without a looming threat, Eris allowed himself to simply…feel. It disgusted him but he allowed it. 

For so long, he had craved so desperately. Even as the desire to light himself on fire for actually letting his emotions be, Eris allowed it. He had earned it and his wife deserved it. She deserved all his feelings. 

And so, Eris Vanserra let himself be in love. To truly, soak it in that his wife, his friend, and his mate was here, with him. Beautiful and loved him too. 

There were many nights when Eris couldn’t sleep and would lie awake, simply staring at Iris curled up next to him, convincing himself that this was all real. That they had survived and they were finding happiness in this new normal. That he was happy and shouldn’t be afraid of the feeling.

How he had wished. How he had looked to the sky and begged and now…his prayers had finally been answered. 

Eris wouldn’t take a second of it for granted. 

And now, he stood at the tastefully decorated altar filled with Iris’s favorite flowers, impatiently waiting for her to walk in. They had set up the ceremony to take place in a smaller hall within the Forest House to keep it as private as possible.

His eyes swept the room, glancing at his idiotic brothers and their significant others sitting next to them. According to Lucien, they were all his groomsmen though Eris hadn’t asked; they grinned rather smugly with their matching boutonnieres that Eris had most certainly not picked out, and he crinkled his nose at how much resemblance there was between them seated like this. His mother sat with Helion, her hand resting in the crook of the High Lord’s arm and the rest of the seats were all filled with his closest friends.

This was the most relaxed he’d ever been at an event he was hosting and yet, Eris felt like he would lose his mind if he had to wait another minute for Iris to walk in. 

Did a part of him cringe hard, knowing he was going to let himself appear ‘happy’ in front of people? Gods, yes. But was it worth it, for him to see Iris experience joy? That after all they had been through, they were getting to choose each other all over again? On their own terms? Absolutely.

A little embarrassment would be a small price to pay. 

Was Eris also a little smug that he managed to plan this wedding to be on the exact day of their original anniversary? Very much so. 

It was the same date a year later, and yet as the music finally started to play and he turned, his heart thumping wildly in his chest waiting for his wife to walk in, Eris marveled at the way time had passed and had shifted the tide. 

He marveled at how this was his actual life now. 

And when Iris walked in, she stole his breath all over again. 

Iris slowly began her walk down the aisle towards her mate, her cheeks flushed happily as his twelve hounds bounced alongside her, dressed for the occasion. Her smile was warm and as her eyes scanned the room, she couldn’t help the slight shyness that crept on her knowing the people in this room were part of her life. 

They were her family and friends. Something she wouldn’t have dreamed of having a year ago.

A year ago, she had been miserable and terrified of getting married to Eris. Now, she thought her chest would explode from the sheer amount of happiness she was feeling. 

She felt beautiful, dressed in a custom-made gown — courtesy of her very involved husband — that made her feel elegant, poised, and exactly how the wife of the High Lord should look, holding Elain’s most stunning bouquet yet in her hands. She was adorned with the jewelry Eris had previously given her and a stunning tiara on her head that complimented her simple hairstyle.

And it made her body heat to see the way Eris was staring at her. Always intensely, always so hungrily – as if their hands hadn’t been all over each other just this morning. 

When she finally reached him, Eris held out his hand for her to take. He carefully brought her up the step to stand across from him, and when their eyes met, the world went quiet. 

Everything seemed to still as the weight of all they had endured this year sat between them. It felt so calm. So surreal, as husband and wife simply stared at each other. It felt surreal to stand there knowing that only by a twist of fate, they had found each other and their lives had intertwined.

Eris couldn’t stop staring at her. It made his heart ache to see her standing before him and smiling so brightly; he wanted to double over and it was through sheer force of will that he didn’t allow his expression to change – to display just how pathetically in love he was. 

She was so beautiful and he couldn’t believe she was his. 

All his.

“Hello, husband,” Iris whispered with a small smile and Eris’s lips twitched.

“Hello, wife,” he murmured. 

“You should pick up your jaw off the floor. You’re drooling all over your fancy suit.” she teased but Eris shook his head, fighting against his expression shifting.

“Too late for that, I’m afraid.” 

“How embarrassing for you.”

“How embarrassing for you. You’re the one marrying me. Again.” he tsked and Iris rolled her eyes and then let out a rather exaggerated sigh.

“What can I say, I couldn’t bring myself to leave my little pups.” she said, and Eris narrowed his eyes. 

“Only the pups, hm?”

Iris shrugged playfully. “Well. I suppose there is one more lovesick pup I couldn’t bring myself to leave.” 

“Careful now –”

A throat cleared and the two straightened, suddenly remembering where they were. Iris flushed deeply and Eris pursed his lips, glancing at the priestess standing before them who smiled sheepishly.

��I am ready whenever you are, my lord.” 

Eris ignored the hoots and laughter of his annoying family and instead, kept his eyes on his wife. He had been foolish to think sharing this moment with others had been a good idea. 

He should’ve kept it even more private. Just the two of them, alone. He never liked an audience to his emotions and Eris felt the back of his neck heat as everyone’s eyes were on them.

Yet – he watched as Iris smiled bashfully at their guests, earning her a few laughs, and Eris glanced down at her hand in his, her thumb caressing his soothingly…maybe it wasn’t so bad. He could pretend it was just the two of them. 

She was the sun. Everything else was irrelevant. 

“You look like you’re about to run out on me,” she teased in a whisper and squeezed his hand. 

Eris shot her a look, squeezing her hand right back.

“We’ve only been here minutes and I already regret doing this,” he murmured with no real heat and when Iris furrowed her brows, Eris only sighed. “I don’t want to share this with others. Them.”  

“Oy! Stop it with the googly eyes and get the party started!” Finn shouted and Eris’s head snapped to his brother with a glare. 

“One more word out of you and I swear –”

But Iris laughed softly and tugged him back to her. “You can’t threaten your brother at our wedding.”

Eris snorted. “Oh yes, I can. I will slit his throat.” 

“No, you won’t.”

“Iris –”

“You will not be hurting anyone at my wedding or I will be stabbing you.” 

A different kind of heat rushed through his body and Eris knew his smirk told people too much. 

He was deeply regretting this not being a private event.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, wife.” 

Iris turned to look at the priestess and sighed, “I don’t think I’ll be going through with this after all, I’m so sorry to have wasted your time.” 

Eris’s smirk widened and then he tugged Iris closer to him. “As if I’d let you leave after all this.” He nodded to the priestess. “Please proceed.” 

The priestess bit her lip, clearly fighting a laugh but then cleared her throat and began. 

Eris heard nothing of what was said. All his senses focused on Iris, who smiled too knowingly at him. When it was finally time to exchange their rings once more, Iris surprised him with a new wedding band. With Eris’s style, she knew he’d prefer something that complemented everything he wore, so she had picked a simple hammered texture and engraved their initials on the inside.  

“I couldn’t be the only one with a new ring.” she teased, slipping it onto his finger and Eris tried not to collapse as his heart thumped wildly. He couldn’t bring myself to say anything else, overwhelmed with all these fucken feelings clogged in his throat. He could only slide her ring on her finger and then place a soft kiss on her hand. 

“Do you have vows you would like to share?” the priestess asked.

Eris and Iris glanced at each other. They had agreed that whatever vows they’d had would be between them so instead, Iris slanted her head slightly. 

“No, but I do have a question,” she said, the corner of her mouth curling up. “A question for a question.”

Eris’s expression lit up in amusement. “A question for a question.”

“Do you agree to willingly tolerate me for the rest of our days, husband dear?”

The small laugh escaped him before he could stop it and Eris replied, “I do. Do you agree to willingly tolerate me for the rest of our days then, dearest wife?”

Iris hummed playfully, pretending to think until he lifted a brow and she conceded with a laugh. “I do.”

“I believe I was supposed to ask a similar question…” the priestess began but with a glance from Eris, she cleared her throat and continued, “No matter! With this exchange, your union has been blessed. May the Mother continue to fill your lives with peace, joy, and harmony. You may kiss your bride, High Lord.” 

“About damn time,” Eris murmured, and as he leaned in and Iris met her lips with his, the cheers in the room matched the cheers in his heart, and he couldn’t bring himself to give a single shit about who watched them.

~

The rest of the night had passed in full merriment, an unusual occurrence for the Vanserras. Very few parties had ever been this calm – enjoyable even. Considering the last ball they’d been to, this ceremony was a dream.

Though they had remained on high alert, the brothers let themselves simply be present. The former Lady of Autumn’s smile was bright, her mate watching her every breath with stars in his eyes. They had all danced – Finn risking his life to dance with each of his brother’s paramours – and yet, despite the bickering and nonsense, Eris had watched Iris enjoy every minute of it. Her smile had dazzled the whole room and he wouldn’t have had it any other way. 

She had surprised him again during the party. In addition to the wedding cake he had originally requested, Iris presented a cake she had baked herself. It was a small round cake with white frosting, decorated with irises and Eris felt the mating bond thump beneath his skin at the gesture. 

Picking up a fork, she smiled at him and asked in a hushed tone, “Are you ready to eat, mate?”

Eris’s throat had bobbed as he took the fork from her hand and it took him a moment before he cleared his throat and joked, “So this is the way I go. Poisoned by my mate.” 

Her exasperated expression was so endearingly familiar that Eris couldn’t help but laugh, kiss her heartily, and then devour every last morsel of it.

Now, he sat on his new throne, happily married, happily mated, his wife in his lap, and her hand trailing distractingly down his chest.

His suit jacket was long gone, his crown sitting askew on his head and Eris had allowed himself to get slightly tipsy. He was also covered in lipstick stains, and Iris was still kissing his neck. 

“I could die right now and would consider myself the luckiest bastard alive.” He mumbled and Iris straightened in his lap with a tsk. Her wedding cape had been discarded on her own throne next to them, her heels tossed to the side and Eris had already taken all the pins out of her hair, setting her long locks free. Her tiara remained, of course. 

“How could you say that when we haven’t even had our proper wedding night?” she teased. “What a disappointing start to our marriage.”

Eris’s hands slid to his wife’s waist and he yanked her closer until she was inches from his lips, exactly where he liked her. “You and I both know, there is nothing disappointing about our marriage,” he said and gave her a knowing look. “Especially when my shy little wife is no longer shy, craving me constantly.” 

“Don’t flatter yourself like you aren’t ready to collapse every time my hand brushes against your skin, High Lord.” she breathed, tracing a finger across his collarbone. 

Eris chuckled, taking that finger and bringing it to his lips to kiss. “True. You had me wrapped around your finger from day one, I suppose,” he replied with a long-suffering sigh and Iris laughed but couldn’t help herself from pecking him quickly. 

“If it helps, it’s exactly how I want you, obsessed with me.”

“Given how you can’t even sleep without being engulfed in my scent, I’m not the only one obsessed, am I?” he teased. “Remember how prickly you were in the beginning? Like a feral little cat. And now look at you – simply addicted.”

Iris returned the long-suffering sigh and Eris’s lip twitched. “I suppose you have me there.” she said and her cheeks flushed when she added, “I do love you enough that I married you twice.” 

His expression softened and his hand brushed against her cheek, whispering, “And I am always grateful you chose me.”

Husband and wife watched one another in silence, the thread of their bond shining bright and true between them. It had all been worth it. Every hardship. Every doubt and fear and anxiety that had clawed at their lives before this…it had all been worth it. 

“I’d choose you every time, Eris,” she said softly. “You are mine and I am yours. Until the sun sets in its final hour. Until I am nothing but dust and even after that, when I am no more than a memory, I will always be yours.”

His throat bobbed as he watched her smile at him, a rush of affection so deep, Eris wanted to sink in it and never come up for air.  “And I yours,” he murmured, pulling her close again, his lips brushing against hers. “My heart and my soul – my very breath and every broken part of me will only ever be yours.” 

“Every wonderful part of you.” Iris corrected and Eris couldn’t help his chuckle. 

“Only because it’s you and everything you touch becomes wonderful,” he said and Iris shook her head. 

“After everything that’s happened, you are not allowed to speak about yourself that way,” she demanded, leaning back to give him a stern look. “I forbid it.”

He chuckled again. “Well, if my mate and future High Lady forbid it, I suppose I must listen,” he said and brushed back a loose curl, tugging on her ear gently. “You still want to wait until next year to declare the title officially?”

“Yes,” Iris confirmed and cupped his face. “I’d like more time learning in court before we add another big change. You need to keep things stable for now.”

Eris nodded, watching her face with that small smile that was all hers. How he had gotten so lucky, he’d never know. The Mother had blessed him in ways he’d never even let himself dream.  

“As you wish, wife,” he said. “I look forward to your insights. Even if you have questionable opinions at times.”

“Excuse me?”

“Do you still think Lucien is more dashing than me, then?” he asked immediately and Iris blinked then leaned her head back with a laugh.

“Ah, so that’s what this is about.” she teased with a giggle and Eris pursed his lips at her response, narrowing his eyes. 

“As I said, questionable opinions.”

Iris rolled her eyes, smiling so fondly, that it made her cheeks ache. “To answer your question,” she said quietly and leaned in to kiss the corner of his mouth. “No, I don’t. Even if he may dress better than you sometimes.”

Eris tutted and sat back, pulling her more firmly in his lap, and shook his head. “So many silly lies you tell.”

Iris hummed, leaning into him, and brushed her thumb against his mouth. She loved him, and what a blessing—after waiting for so long, she had been given a love like this. She loved him so deeply, yet she could never put into words just how much he meant to her—her husband, her friend, her mate. It left her helpless in the best way, and Iris wanted nothing more than to stay wrapped up with him like this.

He was all hers. For forever and every day after. He was all hers. 

“What are you going to do about all my lies, then?” she whispered, arching into him as Eris ran his hand down her back with a smirk and she leaned in to kiss the other corner of his mouth.

“Kiss you until you stop saying them, I suppose,” he hummed, and Iris grinned.

“Well then,” she said. “I guess I’ll just have to keep lying.”

Eris couldn’t stop staring at her, sitting in his arms with a mischievous grin, her scent enveloping him. He truly had everything he ever wanted – right here. And it was real, not a desperate dream. “Tell me more of your lies then, little gazelle.” 

“Mmm, you’re hideous.”

He chuckled and leaned in to brush his lips against hers. “What else?” 

“You’re simply the worst person I’ve ever met.”

Eris fought back his own grin, nipping at her bottom lip. “Tell me more.”

Iris leaned back again and met his gaze, her expression softening again in a way that made Eris tremble.

“I hate you,” she said and the corner of his mouth quirked up, warmth spreading in his chest. “You’re the worst thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“Is that the best lie you have?” he teased. Iris narrowed her eyes in thought for a moment, then smirked devilishly, wrapping both arms around his neck, a breath away from his lips. 

“You’re terrible in bed.”

Eris barked out a laugh and Iris joined him as unfiltered joy flooded through him. He wouldn’t question this gift he’d been given for a single moment – never let a doubt creep in between them. Wrapping his arms around his wife, Eris kissed his Iris in earnest, pouring all his love and promises into her lips.

His heart had always been in the palm of her hands, and Iris had wrapped her very soul around him. Together, they would welcome a new beginning. 

They would spend the rest of their days just like this. 

Happy. 

Whole. 

Together.

And where jaded spirits had once met tired bones, their spirits were jaded no more. 

Rekindled, they had finally settled home.

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I think people kinda overstate Lain’s social isolation. She’s obviously a very introverted person who likes time on her own and has some measures of social anxiety, but the show is pretty explicit how fast she opens up to Alice and the others when they befriend her. I think Lain’s early social difficulties are more due to her being somewhat immature compared to her classmates rather then her being a fundamentally asocial person.

But I think something lost to the modern viewer is Lain isn’t living an exclusively parasocial life, she’s living a double life. One Lain Iwakura a shy middle school girl nobody really knows the other Lain of the wired, an assertive take no prisoners self taught hacker girl who’s fighting to learn the truth. Only a few people like Taro are aware this refers to the same person. A person’s online persona back then was a separate entity from their real life self and people where thought to act radically different from their real world selves. The language of the show refers to the wired and real world as separate “worlds”. It’s only when Eiri and the knights systematically destroy Lain’s real life that she “retreats” to the wired and only then until Alice reaches out to her.

[kaibutsushidousha]

What are your thoughts on Father Eiri and do you have any hopes for his future roles?

Eiri is a weird character I still don't really know what to think about or what to expect. He has three major interactions that define him, so I guess the best way to organize my thoughts about him is by looking over each of them one-by-one in isolation.

Relationship with the Aozaki family

Years ago, the young Eiri was practicing his swordsmanship secluded in the mountains and visited the Aozaki residence for some unelaborated part of his mental training under Grandpa's tutelage. He forged a genuine friendship with his mentor and became Touko's first love, until the day he destroyed Grandpa's body without warning.

Objective narration describes him as an automated killer who will cut anyone down if his buttons are pressed, with no need for a motive and no regard for his past together with his victim. And yet, his actions show nothing but care and empathy for the two Aozaki granddaughters. He offered to leave his entire life behind to run away to Mexico if Aoko felt too pressured by her sudden responsibilities as a mage. And his instant murder of his dear friend also happened in a moment Grandpa made Touko tear up.

Touko's first heartbreak was a consequence of her never entertaining the possibility that his actions were for her sake. Her subtle tear was the trigger. His explanation to her "Because I thought this was the moment when I could cut him". And then the narration clarifies that he didn't mean "I cut him because he showed an opening that made me feel confident I'd win". He meant "I cut him because this was when my emotions allowed me to". What's special about Eiri is that he does everything by his unfiltered impulses of emotion. (I'm pointing this out because the localization rendered this line as "I felt capable of killing him, so I did.", which completely misses the point of it)

Anyway, Eiri clearly cares about the Aozaki girls more than most things. He's defined by being capable of abandoning things without a second thought, but the times when we directly see him abandoning a friendship or offering to abandon his ties to Misaki Town, it's always because his heart places Touko or Aoko as a priority. He's not an ally in Mahoyo 1 because he values both sides of the conflict equally, but for the sequels, I can see him being a lot more proactively on Aoko's side.

Relationship with Alice

Mahoyo 1 establishes this as a major hook with him but doesn't elaborate much because it doesn't elaborate much on Alice in general. We know that in Mahoyo 1, Alice hates him and avoids the church as much as possible. However, in You Can Sleep But Not Laugh, set after Mahoyo 2, Eiri gets invited to Alice's birthday party, which elicits a "Why the hell did you invite your mother's killer?" reaction from Riddell. (I'm pointing this out because the localization rendered this line as the egregiously context-blind and non-commital "your parents' enemy", which turns a big off-hand reveal into a line that says nothing)

Their interactions in the funny murder mystery imply that Mahoyo 2 has a major moment where Alice gets to understand Eiri's thought processes and accepts the murder of her mother as justified to some extent. This is a fascinating development since Alice is so defined by her unwillingness to let go of what she likes.

Relationship with Soujuurou

This is the one interaction I see having a chance of already being concluded in the first game. Their thing is that these two guys are similar because of their shared "mountain boy raised as a killer" background. Eiri fully understands what Soujuurou is going through and tries to help with advice, but the only way Eiri knows how to offer advice is to point at the holes without telling how to patch them. It works with Souj because of their similar worldviews, but it's easy to see the source of his miscommunication problems with Alice and Touko.

[nmwyaeiac]

Explaining Serial Experiments Lain.

The show opens with Lain's classmate, Chisa, committing suicide at the urging of Masami Eiri.

Eiri had previously been an engineer on the technology foundational to the Wired, and he included special code to integrate his personality and memories into the network. This gave him unrestricted access to everything on the network. He set himself up as a god of the Wired, and conscripted the hacker group known as the Knights to serve him. His physical body committed suicide.

His goal, using the Knights as his tools, is to merge the Wired with the real world. Lain is the lynchpin to this plan, and he needs her to abandon her body and transfer her consciousness to the Wired (just as he and Chisa did) to accomplish this.

This raises the question of just what Lain is and why she's so essential. I don't know an easy way to describe this, and this ambiguity is pretty much the heart of the show. I'll give my thoughts at the bottom of this post, but let's just get back to the plot and remember that Eiri needs Lain to commit suicide.

He manipulates Chisa, one of Lain's classmates, into going first so she will urge Lain to join her. This event awakens Lain's interest in computers.

The Knights, partially on behalf of Eiri and partially for their own motivations, create a virtual duplicate/aspect of Lain and use it as a tool for furthering their goals of pushing the Wired into the real world. This duplicate is a feared hacker on the Wired and has at least some capacity to alter memories.

We also have keep in mind that "altering memories" is, in terms of Lain's setting, the same thing as altering reality itself. Whatever people remember to have happened is what actually happened. When Lain or the Knights do something impossible, what they're doing is probably better understood as altering human memories and perception to make that impossible thing happen. (It seems likely to me that the more Lain is reliant on the Wired, the more of this power the Knights have access to through the Lain duplicates.)

The Knights use this ability to perform strange pranks, such as creating a godlike image of Lain in the sky and merging data from the real world and several online games. Some of this is to forward their plan of raising consciousness of the Wired as something just as real as the offline world. This is something they see as philosophically true and, with Lain's help, literally true.

Opposing the Knights are the operatives of Tachibana Labs. These are Eiri's former employers and they continue to maintain the code running the Wired. They are aware of Eiri's scheme and would prefer if it were neutered. They are working to remove Eiri's code from the Wired, and the Men in Black keep Lain under observation. Eventually the Men in Black execute all the members of the Knights, but are betrayed by their employer, who seems to have wanted the Knights removed but is interested in the potential of Eiri's long-term goals.

Eiri has the same basic goal as the Knights, merging the Wired and the real world, but is more focused on Lain. He wants to impress upon Lain that she can rewrite memories/reality because people and their memories are constructs of data, just like the data on the Wired. The Wired is no different from the real world, except that the real world is a place where she suffers from loneliness and isolation, and the Wired is a place of friendship and power.

After introducing Lain to her potential, he strikes the biggest blow: He tries to get Alice to turn on Lain. Alice is the closest thing Lain has to a friend in the real world, and is likely the only person Lain truly cares about.

The Lain duplicate spreads personal rumors about Alice having a relationship with a teacher at their school. (These rumors are untrue, but they're particularly hurtful because Alice does have a serious crush on this teacher. I think later he's shown in a relationship with her when she's an adult.)

When the Lain duplicate's interference is revealed, Alice believes Lain has betrayed her trust and Lain is emotionally devastated. She awakens her latent potential to rewrite memories, and causes everyone to forget about the harmful rumors. Except Alice.

Alice quickly realizes something is wrong. She goes to Lain's house to confront her about the confusing situation, and discovers that Lain has been living in a horrible state. Her physical body has been completely neglected and her home has turned to ruin. (Lain's parents were revealed to be actors, hired either by Eiri or Tachibana Labs to care for her temporarily.) All this shows that Lain has grown to accept Eiri's philosophy: The physical form is meaningless.

At the last moment before Eiri's influence becomes complete and Lain transfers herself to the Wired (likely by committing suicide) Alice appears and manages to convince Lain otherwise. Their relationship has special meaning in their physical bodies, in a way they cannot explain but has sufficient value for Lain to reject Eiri's influence. She even points out that what Eiri is doing is likely something beyond his innate capacity - there must be someone behind Eiri, masterminding this plot without ever being recognized. There's been a true God behind this all along.

Enraged, Eiri manifests the power he has in the real world and attacks. He is quickly defeated by Lain, but the encounter puts Alice in a state of extreme shock. Lain is once again driven to protect Alice, and uses her power to rewrite memory/reality and erase herself from having ever existed. Alice, Eiri and all the others now live in a world where Lain never was.

Finally, Lain ponders what her existence is without anyone to perceive her. She loses all sense of identity and self, until she is saved by another power in the form of her (not actual) father. (This is the very end of the show and is left ambiguous, but this is likely supposed to be God. God also inspired Eiri to insert his consciousness in the Wired and God is capable of perceiving Lain, and thus ensuring her identity and existence, even when no one else can.)

In the last scenes, Lain says good-bye to Alice and the viewers, having accepted her role at God's side.

Okay. So let's go back. What is Lain?

My understanding is that she is basically a collective representation of the humanity. Just as the human mind is a manifestation of billions of neurons, all connected and exchanging information, Lain is the manifestation of billions of humans being connected and exchanging information. With the invention of the Wired, she was awakened. The Wired is a metaphorical brain for her, a literal network between humans.

Eiri identified her existence on the Wired and gave her a true physical body. (No idea how he did this. This is not explained at all. Cloning seems unlikely, perhaps he simply willed her into existence by altering everyone's memories? Personally, I believe her real-world body is related to the KIDS experiment.)

Lain always existed, since she is the collective sum of humanity. This idea can be understood as similar to the collective unconscious. Eiri took this abstract entity and gave it a physical form so he could manipulate it. (This was probably prompted by God, not just his own initiative.)

Since she is made of the human mind, her ability to alter memories is completely explained. She can change the minds of others the same way you or I would move our fingers.

[honeyhonest]

hey i wanna make a new twst oc based on the iris from alice in wonderland, you got an name ideas? she'd likely be an adult for staff hi-jinx

okay I spent a suitable amount of time researching this because "iris" itself is a root word and is translated the same in most languages (challenge for me!) and I came up with a few options? hopefully one of these at least inspires you a little! the spelling of these, as with all twst characters, can be played around with

Directly Related to the word "Iris"

Iris (English), Eirys (Welsh) - iris flower, derived from the Ancient Greek goddess of rainbows

Aristea - Greek. a type of purple flower related to the Iris

Iria, Iridia, and Irais - Greek, all derived from "Iris", the goddess

Iridesce - word that means "to be iridescent" if you want more variety, you could also spell it Irides, Iridece, Iridess or Iridesse, but that'd put you pretty close to the fairy from tinker bell

Phonetically Similar

Irene (Ancient Greek, used mostly in English), Irina (Ancient Greek, used mostly in Russian) Ira (also Russian) - "peace". note that this name is derived from a different goddess!!!

↪ more variants here (I'm quite fond of "Renie")

Iraida - Greek, derived from Herais, "of Hera"

Iras - Cleopatra's attendant in Shakespeare's Anthony and Cleopatra. might be an interesting name for an adult worker!

Ailish or Ailis - the Irish form of "Alice" would be kinda funny lol

Aristeia - Ancient Greek, "excellence", a scene in an ancient epic poem, the finest moment of the hero in battle

Germanic Options

since the scientific name of the common iris is "Iris Germanica" I thought I'd kick around with some old German names. and by that I mean I found one (1) I liked

Idalia - German, Greek, hardworking, work, labor, also an epithet of the Greek goddess Aphrodite. interesting cross-cultural choice! also the name of a love interest in Juliusz Słowacki's tragicomedy play Fantazy. I looked for Iralia since that would be closer and the only thing that came up was a perfume, so, all good to use

(Unrelated) Latin And Greek Options

Flora - Latin, literally means "flower". Roman goddess of flowers

Agallis - Ancient Greek, "iris flower" also a Greek grammarian who wrote about Homer

[heyoitseiri]

Hawk's is so babygirl and it's simply unfair.