I want to finish writing and drawing the unfinished work, but the voices THE VOICES
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Could you maybe reblog this post if you think respecting trans peoples' names and identities is a basic right and not a political opinion?
No pressure. Just seeking some validation of my sentiment. Due to some. people
ⓘ You can Bite your Friends.
So, I just forgot that I can’t draw, so I threw this shit down. If someone knows how to color it would be nice, otherwise we all cry like this ship.
Hello, a little request here!! ❤️🔥
Azriel gets jealous when Eris courts a female his father has ordered him to win her favor. The sole view of her hooked to his arm makes Azriel see red, and unable to bear it any longer he's dragged to the Autumn heir's chambers where he waits for his return to make a clear statement of possession and raw desire. *winks, winks*
helloooo lovely anon!! thank you for the request!! i love it and it made me realise i've never actually written jealous!azriel so must remedy that immediately. Hope you enjoy!
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It’s the colour of her dress that Azriel loathes the most.
A deep emerald green, layers of silk and lace that fall on the floor like spilled ink. They trail after her every delicate step, the click of her heels against the marble grating on Azriel’s nerves like clashing blades.
She has no name—but she smiles and holds her head high and her eyes are green, two shades lighter than her dress, and cunning. The words she says are few, but the looks that dawn on the other guests’ faces as she speaks tells Azriel enough—that she is as cruel and mean as the male whose arm she hangs off, that she is smart, that she is familiar with the game she has come to play, here, tonight.
Her wings rest folded against her back, the open back of her dress framing them perfectly. Green, like her eyes, like her dress; beautiful gossamer webbing sparkling against her deep skin.
Eris’ hand brushes against the small of her back.
Azriel looks away.
The ceremony is dreadful; he does not want to be here. But Rhysand dragged him here with a single, menancing look, and Azriel hates his brother, just a bit, just enough for his skin to pull tight over his hands when he curls his fingers into fists.
At least the stone wall against his back is cool. They are in Dawn, and the night, as it descends slowly over Thesan’s court, is pungent and bright.
The air smells faintly of oranges, blown into the open-roof ballroom by a gentle breeze. All manner of Fae mingle together, talking in low tones or bursting into laughter or dancing, fine dresses fluttering around ankles and females dipping low towards the floor.
Azriel tries not to stare at her—but the light refracting off her wings catches his attention more times than he would like. When his gaze falls on her, his stomach clenches, a feeling like spiders crawling up his throat causing his wings to twitch against the stone.
He should be working—he should be paying attention to countless of other things but her: this Fae that glides across the room with an ease even Rhysand would be envious of.
Eyes other than Azriel’s track her movements avidly; whispers follow her as she makes her rounds across the room, leading Eris more than Eris leading her. She takes a sip of the peach-coloured wine in her glass and Azriel shadow’s show him how Eris’ eyes fall to her mouth, how they linger, for a moment, on the wet curve of her bottom lip, painted a burgundy shade.
A burning ache alights in Azriel’s stomach. Eris’ hand on her back pulls her a little closer. The golden embroidery of his tunic shines against her green dress.
Azriel wraps himself in shadows and disappears, just as Eris looks away from her and towards him.
He reappears high in the sky, the deep purple of the nights echoing green against his closed lids. He flies all the way from Dawn to Autumn, his shadows coiling around his limbs, demanding he return.
But Azriel can’t, because the ache in his stomach has grown into a fury that stretches and wraps around his very bones. His pulse thrums in his ears, louder even than the wind as he flies over red and golden trees.
He dives with desperation clustering his sternum and when he lands in front of Eris’ garden doors, the earth shuddering beneath him, Eris is already there.
Eris’ eyes are bright, his long hair dancing with the wind brought forth by Azriel’s landing.
“Azri—”
Eris’ words are cut short by Azriel’s mouth pressing to his, by his hand cupping Eris’ neck and bringing him closer, until thier bodies are flush.
Azriel kisses his anger and hunger into Eris’ mouth—pushes him backwards until the curtains of Eris’ bedroom part and make way for them.
Eris grunts into his mouth and kisses him back with the same desperation, his hands cupping Azriel’s face, fingers tangling in his hair.
“Who was she?”
Azriel presses the question against the hinge of Eris’ jaw as he pushes him down onto the bed.
“No one,” Eris says, then groans when Azriel’s blunt teeth bite just above his collar, where Eris’ pulse is alive and thrumming and Azriel’s.
Azriel wraps one hand around Eris’ waist and pulls him closer to him, until their hips are pressed together and Eris’ breath hitches.
Eris captures Azriel’s mouth in another searing kiss. Azriel wishes, fervently, that the Mother would let him rest, let him live in this moment forever. Let him keep Eris for himself, tucked away somewhere no one will ever find them.
“You’re mine,” he says into Eris’ mouth. “Even if they don’t know it, you’re mine.”
Eris’ fingers tug at Azriel’s hair. He pulls Azriel’s mouth away from his to leave a burning kiss against the side of Azriel’s neck. “Always.”
Rest-Fall
Rest-Fall is a story about Tamlin's journey from his lowest point, in the world of a mated Eris and Azriel.
The Spring Court is failing. The population is gone, run to nearby courts. Tamlin has not been seen in fae form in years, and the rites have not been performed. Tamlin's beast is exhausted. Where can he recover?
This work was written for Tamlin Week 2025; Day 1, Prompt: Change
Rest-Fall is a Teen and Up story about Tamlin's journey for recovery and does not include a relationship for the Spring Court High Lord... yet. Please note the tags on AO3.
@tamlinweek
What SHOULD have happened during the High Lord meeting
Beron moved to the Lady of Autumn's seat, resting a hand on her shoulder. The same arm that now bore a bright scar. She did not so much as flinch, but her hand tightened around Eris's wrist.
"You have injured my wife, viciously attacked my heir, and made an attempt on my life. These are acts of war, little girl. Perhaps your mate should have done better filling you with knowledge of politics and common sense rather than vile seed!"
"Beron!"
"I have spoken my piece!" he snarled in answer to Thesan's snap. Beron turned back to the Night Court and pointed his finger.
"Too long have we endured the arrogance of this insolent half-breed. Well. No longer." Beron spat out the words, "This meeting was the last straw in a bale of thousands. As High Lord of Autumn, I declare war on Night."
The ripple was instantaneous.
"Father, are you certain of this?" Eris murmured.
But Beron did not answer his son. His gaze was fixed on Rhys's frozen face. The male recovered quickly, a sneer forming on his lips.
"What matter is it of mine whether you wage war on us or not? We both know your forces are nothing in comparison to Night's."
Beron's face turned thunderous, and he opened his mouth to reply when a voice cut through, sharp and clear.
"Spring will stand with you, Lord Beron."
Rhys barked out a laugh, relaxing "Oh? With what army?"
Tamlin merely smiled, unsheathing those deadly claws and letting them gleam in the steady candle light.
"I don't need one. I killed one High Lord of Night before. I can do it again."
captive prince au azris where azriel has to pretend not to be a shadowsinger so eris does not find out Who He Is and What He Has Done but his shadows just follow him everywhere like lost lil pups and eris is like fuck alive man how am i supposed to pretend i don’t know who you are be so fucking fr rn
Here we are, y'all. This is the first gif I have made in 10 years! Wow, it feels good to flex that muscle after a loooong rest. Maybe it's a bit choppy, but eh it's fine with me as long as I get to watch my meow meow Thanatos tonguing his Zagreus, heh
This is so cool!!! Thank you for making this! :)
I added the OC I made (a long time ago) of myself in ACOTAR. Tamlin is so done with the amount of energy I have for killing as an extrovert (I wish I had any energy in the real world, as an introvert.)
Now who to make Tamlin spend time with next... *cackles madly*
To encourage and celebrate fandom creativity this @tamlinweek i made a PICREW!
Here's to you, TamlinxOC enjoyers! Take a picture with Tamlin!
Some tips on how to use it under cut:
If a body part has a "move" icon, it means it can be moved around. Keep in mind to get the details just right!
Arrow buttons move the parts around, rotation arrows tilt them. Reset button returns it to the default setting.
When picking eyes and pupils make sure you pick the ones facing the same way.
When making a haircut you can either use a short top part, then add hair strands and/or long hair OR create the top part out of top hair and bangs.
If you wish to make a new character and want to reset all the parts, go here.
"Reset all" will reset everything to the default setting. Randomiser buttons will make cursed creations. Have fun!
Fuck. I love them.
AND I made them old.
Another present to me. Now I can't stop thinking about their life together as they age and get to ENJOY it
New Beginnings
Summary - Having two mates was never easy, especially when you all had different homes.
Warnings - Readers boyfriends definitely are not boyfriends, references to smut, swearing, drinking
A/N - you all thought I wouldn't try to get my poop in a group for my beloved @polysjmweek? Wrong. I had drafts. I'm forcing myself to post them. @acourtofladydeath, forgive my lateness. And my dropping of many things late. Closed Vs are something we had talked a lot about, and I wanted to make sure to feature one this year! A closed v is a challenging dynamic that requires 3 very secure people, and it felt so right to start my late posting with this.
This fic was written for day 1 - who's court is it anyways?
✨️Poly Week 2025 Masterlist *link coming soon
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“Mother, save me,” you murmured as Azriel and Eris started arguing again. Life would have been easier if Azriel and Eris were also mates, but the Cauldron decided this was much more entertaining. You sighed and got between them. They’d been arguing for several hours about which court you three would be settling into as a permanent home. Eris wanted to stay in Autumn, and rightfully so, with his chances of being High Lord so high. Azriel believed the Night Court was the best option and that he owed Rhysand his life, possibly even his first born with how loyal he was.
Your home had been immediately denied. “Why would we move to the coldest place in Prythian,” Eris had asked. Azriel immediately had agreed, stating his wings would freeze in the bitter winds of the Winter Court.
“Rhysand needs me,” Azriel growled at Eris. “My court needs me!”
“So does mine,” Eris shot back. “I will be High Lord some day, and I have to be in Autumn to heal Autumn!”
You sighed softly, hands on two strong chests as they glared. “Does anyone care what I think?” Both males seemed to relax at the sound of your voice. “Because I think this is ridiculous, and maybe we all aren’t actually ready to move into one home.” The silence that met that statement was deafening. You had spent the last 7 years having to bounce between Autumn and Night. a week with Ers. A week with Azriel. A week at home, the Mountain House, a quiet comfort. Dating two males, being mated to two males, especially two males who were not interested in each other, was not for the faint of heart. You took a deep breath, eyes closing as you did. “I think we have a great thing,” you continued. “Our relationship and the dynamic we have is special to me, but I worry it isn’t special to you two. I worry that us moving in together will not be with you not-” You paused. “With you two.. Unable to cooperate and get along.”
Eris and Azriel looked at you, eyes so different. Eris was inquisitive, Azriel was stunned. You had never shown any signs of thinking there were issues within the relationship the 3 of you shared, at least, not issues you had acknowledged to them. You were such a relaxed fae and would go where the wind took you. Eris sat down, knowing this was a serious conversation time, not a fun one. He pointed to the chair across from the couch he was on, his rings sparkling on his long finger as you moved and sat. Azriel sat by Eris, leaned forward so his elbows rested on his knees. “How long have you felt this way,” Eris was fighting to keep his voice soft. “And why are the two of us just finding out?”
Azriel then added, “And how can we fix it?”
They had similarities, and this process was one of them. They allowed the comfortable silence to fall over the room as you thought and then took a deep breath. “I think I first started feeling this way at our first Starfall all together. I felt pulled and like spending too much time with Azriel disrespected you,” you said to Eris. “But too much time with Eris, and I was hurting you,” you directed at Azriel. “I felt.. Spread so thin.”
Eris nodded in clear thought. He was thinking over everything you had told them first before nodding, wanting you to continue. “I have tried to bring it up to both of you one on one since us in one place rarely happens, but my time with Azriel is spent-”
“Do not finish that sentence,” the Illyrian blushed.
“And my time with Eris is spent acting like the perfect future Lady of Autumn,” you smiled and held in a laugh to Azriel’s sudden shyness.
Eris chuckled, a laugh deep and full like his whiskey, “A shame, really. Sounds like your time with Azriel is much more productive than your time with me. Does she curl her -"
Azriel blushed harder, the faint pinkish-red hiding under his tan skin. “Shut up, Eris. She still has to tell us how to fix it.” They both turned back to you, “Keep talking, salvation.”
It was your turn to blush, the precious nickname Azriel had given you always enough to make your heart flutter and the bond grow warm. “I just would like you two to be friends. For you two to learn to be civil enough that we could spend time as the three of us. I don’t need you two to ever want to have sex, but knowing I could leave you two alone for 2 or 3 hours to head to market without one of you being dead when I came back would be nice.” Both males nodded.
Another deep breath relaxed the feeling of your heart beating in your chest. The two of them were studying each other. “It starts with addressing the elephant in the room, Eris,” You said as gently as you could.
He leaned forward more, taking a moment to center, and he began. He told Azriel everything about his relationship with Mor, the illyrian nodding as Eris explained his choices to Azriel and explained everything he had done was to protect Mor, you, and himself. Azriel then had to explain himself as well, admitting the Night Court had a plan for killing Eris as soon as Morrigan said yes, but they had told Morrigan it would not happen now that Azriel was tied to Eris in a roundabout way. It was several hours of your mates talking, voices low and unhurried. They’d never gotten along this well and for this long.
The conversation switched at some point, the males going from discussing their issues to the things you had known for a while they shared in common. Dancing being the biggest one. From there it became showing their dagger collection. Discussions on the hounds. Hunting. You.
Beautiful, brilliant you.
You were the first to retire for the evening, standing in the hall between the guest room and Eris’s. Whenever the 3 of you were together, you had to make a choice on who you slept with each night, bouncing between beds sometimes like it should have been a profession. Soft hands led you by your hips, pushing you into Eris’s room. The warm scent of baked apple and fire was like a pull, drawing you in more and more. Your own hands found the ones holding you, scarred flesh, greeting them. “I think his bed is large enough for all three of us,” a voice like deep night whispered to you. “Think we can make that work? We know how happy it would make you, and it is time for us to try.” If Eris had a scent that pulled like a magnet, Azriel’s was the lock shutting you in. The two mixed, that chilled air and cedar in weaving into fire, felt like the safest combination you had ever wrapped yourself into.
“I think we’d all fit,” the softness of your voice had him smiling.
“Then lay down. We’ll come in once we finish our drinks.”
And that night, the three of you tucked into one bed together. It felt like something new was beginning. A new chapter. One you had been hoping to welcome for far too long now.
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The Chairs
The Chairs has a new chapter posted today: Chapter 46 - Explorations
The Vanserra brothers leave after the Council meeting. Eris is given some highly advantageous intelligence, and Azriel finally comes clean with what he's been hiding. How will Eris react?
This Chapter has sexual content, please check the tags on Ao3
The Chairs is an Explicit (very) Slow-Burn Azris romance. New chapters are released on Fridays.
A headcanon you will never take away from me is that Cassian’s choice of footwear is most definitely cheap ass flip flops he buys a new pair every week bc he wears them out but no one can get him to put his dawgs away
When you need to find that one Tumblr post for the fanfic that you're going to base it off of but you can't find it anywhere 😭
before you stab someone: THINK!
how can you make it Tender?
how can you make it Homoerotic?
how can you make it Implicitly intimate?
how can you make it Noticeably a metaphor for sex?
how can you make it Kind of gay?
THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! 🙃
I'll see if I can do something about my blog not showing up, but I doubt I'd be able to shift the mountain that is The Will of Tumblr ;) If it doesn't show up in comments or tags that might actually be my fault. I JUST WANT TO BE ON THE AZRIS TAG TRAIN WHYYY TUMBLR
WHY DO YOU LOATHE ME SO? 😭💅✨️👑
A Song for Spring
Chapter 2/2: 7k words
Azriel X Eris
Read on Ao3
“You’re coming too, right?” Tears burned in the corners of his eyes, and he remembered what it felt like to be sad and scared. “I don’t think I can.” So at peace, Eris only had smiles to give. Azriel should have wanted that for his mate; he had wanted it for his mate for so long, but right then, he hated it. “I’m sorry.”
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Messy petty Az
A Song for Spring
Chapter 2/2: 7k words
Azriel X Eris
Read on Ao3
“You’re coming too, right?” Tears burned in the corners of his eyes, and he remembered what it felt like to be sad and scared. “I don’t think I can.” So at peace, Eris only had smiles to give. Azriel should have wanted that for his mate; he had wanted it for his mate for so long, but right then, he hated it. “I’m sorry.”
Holla at ya boi if you want on or off the Azris tag train :
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What Strength Really Means 💪
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Hey everyone, my name is Abdelmajed. I don’t usually talk much about myself, but today, I want to share a little piece of my story.
I was born and raised in Gaza, a place that has always been my home 🏡. I grew up surrounded by my family, my friends, and the streets that I knew like the back of my hand. Life wasn’t always easy, but we had love, laughter, and dreams. I used to think that no matter what happened, home would always be here. But life has a way of changing things in ways we never expect.
Over the past months, everything I once knew has disappeared. The streets that were once filled with children playing are now silent. The houses that held so many memories are now just rubble. And the people I loved—some of them are gone forever. 💔
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What SHOULD have happened during the High Lord meeting
Beron moved to the Lady of Autumn's seat, resting a hand on her shoulder. The same arm that now bore a bright scar. She did not so much as flinch, but her hand tightened around Eris's wrist.
"You have injured my wife, viciously attacked my heir, and made an attempt on my life. These are acts of war, little girl. Perhaps your mate should have done better filling you with knowledge of politics and common sense rather than vile seed!"
"Beron!"
"I have spoken my piece!" he snarled in answer to Thesan's snap. Beron turned back to the Night Court and pointed his finger.
"Too long have we endured the arrogance of this insolent half-breed. Well. No longer." Beron spat out the words, "This meeting was the last straw in a bale of thousands. As High Lord of Autumn, I declare war on Night."
The ripple was instantaneous.
"Father, are you certain of this?" Eris murmured.
But Beron did not answer his son. His gaze was fixed on Rhys's frozen face. The male recovered quickly, a sneer forming on his lips.
"What matter is it of mine whether you wage war on us or not? We both know your forces are nothing in comparison to Night's."
Beron's face turned thunderous, and he opened his mouth to reply when a voice cut through, sharp and clear.
"Spring will stand with you, Lord Beron."
Rhys barked out a laugh, relaxing "Oh? With what army?"
Tamlin merely smiled, unsheathing those deadly claws and letting them gleam in the steady candle light.
"I don't need one. I killed one High Lord of Night before. I can do it again."
Currently reading Solo Leveling
And this gives almost exactly the same vibes ;)
"How could you do this" with the help of the demon blade "this isn't you" well yeah it's me and the demon blade "I know you're a good person" yeah that wasn't in question "please come home" not if you're gonna be a dick to the demon blade "we need to destroy the demon blade" listen I don't come to family gatherings and say we Need To Destroy aunt cassie and she's genuinely evil, unlike the demon blade
Bark like you want it
Azriel/ Inner Circle | 8.9k | explicit | master/pet
(pls be mindful of the tags contains non-con & dub-con <3)
He was nothing but a pet to them, wasn’t he? A trained dog that stayed still and quiet while they discussed their matters.
He hated it. He did!
But a part of him... loved it.
His thoughts spiralled, confusion blending with the heat spreading across his skin. No, I’m not a pet. He wanted to protest, to argue, to remind them of the warrior he once was—the spymaster of the Night Court.
Yet every word seemed to stick in his throat, silenced by the knowledge that, in this moment, Rhysand owned him completely.
Or: Azriel serves as the Inner Circle's personal cocksleeve
https://archiveofourown.org/works/64453297
Ok I know I'm technically dead after round 2
BUT if I was alive
I think I'd choose the safe option and sit next to Elain and Gwyn :)) (seat 1)
Getting Elain to open up about her interests on a twelve hour flight AND a book girly to talk to??? AND i can talk to Gwyn about Valkarie training and how hot Azriel is
It's a done deal :)
ACOTAR Airplane Seat Game Round 3 of 4
Round 2 was nearly a tie! Turns out a lot of you value quiet time when flying. Check out the final results here.
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How to play: all you need to do is tell us where you'd sit on the flight by voting in the poll below. Bonus points if you tell us why in comments/reblogs/tags.
[Round 4 is pure silliness, we promise]
@polysjmweek Day 1: Whose Court Is It Anyway?
I don’t partake in many poly ships, but you better believe I am HERE for Cassian x Nesta x Azriel x Eris. Talk about a power-cule
This is based on a scene from the exhilarating fic I Am Done With My Graceless Heart by the acotar poly ship QUEEN @greenvelvetcouture . With the way this series has gone, I feel like this prompt perfectly exemplifies the dynamic these four have got going on
What I draw at 12:30 AM when I need to sleep but the IDEAS
i should be studying but i made this instead
@elainweekofficial | Day 05: Family and Friends
For this day I've commissioned an art of a cute moment between Feyre, Nesta, Elain and baby Nyx. Thank you so much @_inkye for delivering once again another amazing piece of artwork!
Art by: @_inkye
Commissioned by: @melphss
Characters belongs to: Sarah J. Maas
Emerie of Illyria