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harperbrynne · 8 months

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Eris was reading a book by the roaring fire, an ankle crossed over a knee, as if his presence here was nothing unusual. (ACOSF, Pg744)

#dunno if this makes sense but i just love this moment #eris vanserra #eris acotar #eris acosf #high lord eris #future high lord #autumn court heir #autumn court #the autumn court

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shadowsxgwynriel · 1 year

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🦊🍂🦊🍂🦊🍂🦊🍂🦊🍂🦊🍂🦊

Lucien went rigid, but he hopped off the edge of the table and bowed deeply to me. “My apologies, lady.” Another joke at my expense. “I’m Lucien. Courtier and emissary.” He gestured to me with a flourish. “Your eyes are like stars, and your hair like burnished gold.”

“Autumn Court males have fire in their blood—and they fuck like it, too.”

I was in the process of constructing a rudimentary fishing pole when he waded into the stream, boots off and pants rolled to his knees, and caught one with his bare hands. He’d tied his hair up, a few strands of it falling into his face as he swooped down again and threw a second trout onto the sandy bank where I’d been trying to find a substitute for fishing twine.

Cassian tried to think over the bellowing beast in his head that tightened every muscle of his body until only bloody violence would appease it. “Easy,” Lucien said. Cassian snarled. “Easy,” Lucien repeated, and flame sizzled in his russet eye. The flame, the surprising dominance within it, hit Cassian like a stone to the head, knocking him from his need to kill and kill and kill whatever might threaten—”

#lucien vanserra #pro lucien vanserra #pro elucien #Lucien vanserra supremacy #Future High Lord #acotar #acowar #acosf #sjm

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emeriethevalkyriegirl · 2 years

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Portrait Perfect-(Acotar fanfic)

This is a fanfic I believe will happen ONE DAY! (Maybe only in my dreams but still). These character (except for Nyx) belong to me.

The storming ran turned into a light drizzle after an hour of staying in the quiet library. The sun had been down since dinner and everyone in the castle was asleep in there chambers, the warms covers drifting them into dream land. Unfortunately, only one person did not find the comfort in the warm covers to his delight.

Nyx Archeron was a 16 year old teenager from Velaris. His father, Rhysand, assigned him to the winter court along with 4 other teenagers like him from different court. Each of them were tasked with different assignments but they were all kept a secret to each other. Nyx’s assignment was to observe and interact with the people of the Winter Court. He didn’t know why but it gave him a chance to explore a bit. The town was beautiful, the people were nice, and the bar was open 24/7. It was almost like heaven to him.

When it was time for the sun to set however was when he had to sleep. But sleep never came for him. No matter how much he tried, his eyes wouldn’t close. Not at all.

So, he only settle for painting. It was something he was good at. He inherited from his mother, Feyre Archeron. She would encourage him to paint to his heart’s content and always enjoy his art pieces. His entire family was amazed by his talent. He only wished that other people could enjoy it as well.

Currently, the young high lord was working on a piece in the dark, his tiny lamp being the only source of light. It was suppose to be a painting of the Winter City (idk what it’s called so I just called it that). The angle was of the pure glass water fountain in the center of the city. It’s waters painted in sky blue trimmed with cloud white and a hint of silver-gray. The pattern was filled with swirls and shapes symbolizing the city logo. Nyx even added the children of the Winter court who were playing around the fountain trying to tag each other in an endless game of ‘Marco Polo’.

Nyx smiled at his nearly finished piece as he dipped the brush into the white paint cup. He was about to add in the Winter weather when he heard a cough at the door. Nyx nearly dropped his paint brush but he quickly place it back in the cup. “It’s you.” Nyx said as the mysterious figure walked closer to him.

The figure had dark brown skin, his hair a sparkle of white, and was wearing a night sleeve shirt with a giant snowflake on it. His sleep pants were navy blue with a dark green plaid pattern. The figure grabbed a chair from on of the tables and sat down next to Nyx. His name was Kronos, Kallias’s son.

“Can’t sleep?” He asked as Nyx only sighed in response. “Homesick?” Kronos asked. Nyx narrowed eyes due to the light flashing in his eyes. “Sorta like that.”

“What do you mean?”

“Do you ever get the feeling that you’ll always live in your father’s shadow?” Nyx asked this time, causing Kronos to stare at him for a while. After a moment, Kronos whistled low. “Damn, straight to the point.” Kronos replied, nodding in returned. “Yeah, sometimes I think I’m just another servant to do my father’s bidding.” Kronos yawned and stretched his body far, half of his chest leaning on the table.

Our of habit, Nyx lightly pushed him at least 2 inches away form his nearly finish picture. “The paint’s still wet.” Kronos laughed and placed his up in surrender. “Sorry. Just tired.”

“Then go to sleep.”

“But I don’t wanna go to bed.” Nyx refrained himself from shouting. Honestly, he though Umbris was more annoying than this. “Well if you’re bot going to bed then you can stay here and not bother me.” Nyx replied, planning to add the final touches to his painting.

Kronos, curious as to what the young Archeron was up to, quiet walked behind Nyx and peeked over to look at his picture. He recognized it immediately. “Is that the White Fountain?” He asked him as Nyx nodded. “It was the only place in the city that I liked to paint.” It was true. The landscapes around the city were nice but the fountain was the only thing that capture his mind. Though he didn’t know why.

Kronos smiled at the children. “They’re adorable.” It took Nyx a moment to realize he was talking about the children in the picture. Nyx couldn’t help but chuckle. “Yeah, I guess they kinda remind me of myself. No responsibilities, no rules, just me against the world.”

“Until you come of age and your days of playing in the sun have come to an end.” Kronos said as Nyx nodded in understanding. The day his father told him that he will be High Lord one day scared him to death. He never told his father how he really felt and refused to tell anyone else except Cassandra Archeron. Cassandra was his younger cousin, daughter of Cassian and Nesta Archeron. Head strong, independent, loves to break the rules, and gets into trouble a lot. I guess that’s why Nyx and Cassie got along so much. She was the only person in the world who knew how he felt.

“How old were you when you dad told you of your decided future?” Kronos settled back into his chair and sighed. “I think I was…10? Maybe 11? Either way, I wasn’t a kid anymore.” Kronos sadly replied, slumping his head near the unused canvases. Nyx placed his paint brush back in the white paint bucket and yawned. “Well, sense you and I can’t get some sleep, wanna show me where the kitchen is? I could use a snack. I’ve been down here sense 11pm and I haven’t eaten in a while.” Now it was Kronos’s turn to laugh. “Sure thing. We got a tone a pastries. Or are you a type of guys who like to drink beer on a daily basis.” Nyx didn’t stop laughing until he reached the kitchen.

#acotar #acosf #acomaf #nesta #cassian #acofas #acowar #nessian #rhysand #Feyre #feysand #Nyx #Nyx Archeron #future high lord #OC Kronos #Kallias

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works-of-heart · 3 days

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If I give you the moon on a string, will you give me a kiss too?

Lucien "I'm a mated Male", "The fox" Vanserra!

I can just see him give Elain this look, and it is game over, the end! My girl doesn't stand a chance. I'm pretty sure he inherited Helion's smile! Now to work on Elain next!

#elucien #lucien vanserra #acotar #elucien fanart #Lucien fanart #Lucien #The fox #Son of autumn court #son of day court #future High lord of Day #fanart #Acotar fanart #my art #illustration

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theladyofbloodshed · 15 days

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rhys could have been such an interesting character

#straddling the boundary of high fae and illyrian #befriends the future lord of spring #if he was actually morally grey #there was potential #ironic that the book i actually liked him in was the first

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sassyhobbits · 9 months

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i see your "lucien cant have black features bc then beron would know hes not his son and kill him" and raise you "beron obviously knows mixed lucien is helions son and cant kill him because killing another high lords son would start war"

#he literally knew his wife was fucking helion he can put two and two together #and having another high lords son living under his thumb gives him leverage and influence in the future in other courts #just dont bring that weak ass 'he cant be depicted with black features because-' nonsense to me

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anonauthorsworkshop · 10 months

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Can we have a scenario with all the lords of alagadda just reacting to mc suddenly teleporting to their territory again and randomly arguing with 035 while running away?

this is a borderline crackpost but i don’t care because i wanted to have fun with it. kindaaa ooc oknoitdefinitelyis

enjoy!

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035 was seething. You could easily tell; black goop was pouring out of the mask's every orifice in waves, dripping down his host's neck and spilling onto his attire. You take a glance at his ensemble, which was no longer a simple researcher's uniform, but a grandiose tailcoat with ruffled cuffs. (...The outfit change may or may not have been your doing).

He looks at you with pure, unadulterated rage. Intermittent beads of sweat roll down the side of your cheek. His glaring causes a sudden urge to explain yourself, and so you decide to speak. You open your mouth very, very slowly.

A voice in the distance murmurs a skeptical inquiry.

“Shouldn’t we just-“

“Hush, Yellow." The Red Lord practically slaps a hand onto the face, or rather, mask, of his confidant. It effectively shuts him up, albeit only for a moment. "We are spying on them!”

Yellow grumbles, recoiling from the unwanted contact. “…You know well that if White were here, they would report this," he makes a grand gesture toward the unseemly duo, "to the Ambassador right away.”

“Oh," Red scoffs, waving Yellow's doubtful words away with a hand. He turns to the side, resumes his observation of your antics, and kicks his legs back and forth, not unlike a giggly schoolgirl would. "Just hush and focus on them!”

Yellow follows Red's gaze and looks on with cynical eyes.

035's words come out sharp. "Why did you come here again?" His fists are shaking, and you wince at how deep he digs his fingernails into his palm. "Moreover, bring me with you?"

You rub your hands together nervously, averting eye contact. "Well, I haven't seen Amingvolvin in quite a while. I wanted to give them a gift." Wobbily, your gaze moves upward to meet his. "And, I kind of- may have, accidentally ran into you? As I was about to teleport?"

You are unable to accurately gauge his reaction. 035 is still.

...

“That’s it." He finally says in disbelief. "That’s the reason.”

"Well, I guess-"

Abruptly, 035 moves toward you with overpowering intent. You flinch and stumble backward. At this point, you fully expected him to just punch you, but your body relaxes as you inspect him closer. His fists clench and unclench with what is undoubtedly anger, however, something tells you that he cannot bring, could never bring himself to project that emotion onto you.

You watch as his hands fully unclench, and he slumps his shoulders in what seems to be acceptance.

"Let us focus on leaving this place."

"O-of course!" You perk up with a stammer, surprised by his switch in attitude. "We've done this before, we can do it again."

035 sighs, and steps closer to grab you by the hand. "You really ought to be more careful. Every time that I find you, you are always involved in some dreadful sort of mess..."

It is at the moment when his fingers touch yours that something inside Red crackles, and it bursts into flaming jealousy. He stands up suddenly, and the ends of his robes intimidatingly flare out to the sides like a predator threatening its prey. There is a low, deep bellow which he emits that makes his presence known.

Yellow turns to Red, exasperated. He had to admit, he did not find it exactly pleasant to watch the former Anguished Lord's hand make contact with yours, but...

"I thought you wanted to keep a LOW profile?!"

At this, you dart your head toward the two Lords with wide, panicked eyes. Your mouth slams shut, and you grab 035's right arm to drag him along with you, but it slips out of your grip, detaches from his shoulder, and promptly falls to the floor.

...

You reach over frantically at 035's remaining left arm, hauling him beside you and sprinting away into the depths of Alagadda’s Euclidean landscape.

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femmedefandom · 2 months

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so I actually really enjoy the OG SQQ, he is such an angsty and dramatic bitch absolutely stuffed with trauma and terrible coping behind that ice cold veneer and it’s a shame we didn’t get more of him. there’s just so much to explore with him and he gets cut out and missed by his sect exactly 0% which is pretty heartbreaking.

#svsss #shen qingqiu #shen jiu #og!sqq #a guy that had the outline of a protagonist but the realism of life #orphan child taken living on the streets that has seen too much darkness to be naive but he cares for the other children in his own way #tries to survive the streets and being sold to an abusive family #his friend is saved and brought to a better life leaving him behind #he’s stuck playing the gentle toy for an oblivious girl as her brother torments him regularly #he’s abandoned by his friend and he decides to take fate into his own hands #learning cultivation from a rogue and breaking free of his chains the only way he’s learned how #with brutal and efficient violence…all by himself #he murders his abusers and the rogue who pushed him further into darkness and crime #he makes his way to a righteous cultivation sect to see his brother who he thought was lost to him in death…#…doing apparently just fine as the future sect leader of the top sect with nothing but a bright shiny future and no worries #his past and betrayals have turned him bitter and cutting and closed off but more driven than anyone else #he suffers from qi deviation and likely issues being around other men and substandard education to become head disciple and later peak lord #but no matter how high he goes all he sees is that little beaten and abandoned boy who was good enough for no one with no future #all those fancy worries and honors mean nothing to someone who did anything to survive #all the vague apologies in the world do nothing to ease the suffering he’s experienced #all the rumors and snide remarks are worth him trying to explain himself constantly - to justify his existence #and all the self loathing that has built up could have done nothing but explode upon meeting the blessed protagonist #don’t mind me #just in my feels about sqq again #mxtx why did you make this man only to throw him away??

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mdemn · 11 months

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“you guys and the don, none of you think i got plans. but you’re wrong. i got big plans.”

marshmallow - victoria hannan, outhouse (for jacob) - rachel mckibbens, mafia: definitive edition (hangar 13) - glory and gore - lorde, birthday - andrea gibson, glory and gore - lorde, mafia: definitive edition (hangar 13), aeschylus- the oresteia, war of the foxes: “the stag and the quiver” - richard siken

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harperbrynne · 1 year

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“I wouldn’t marry me either” Eris Vanserra

“I’d marry you with paper rings” Me

#eris vanserra #eris acotar #eris acosf #high lord eris #future high lord #autumn court heir #high lord of the autumn court #the autumn court #autumn court #acosf #a court of silver flames #acotar memes #acotar thoughts

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velidewrites · 2 years

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we love a diplomatic king but we all know lucien could easily whip some illyrian asses if he had to

#did everyone forget he is a high lord’s son #and a future high lord himself #AND his fire magic comes from the most powerful bloodline in autumn?#also he is ripped as hell #i mean #lucien vanserra everyone #man oh man #lucien acotar #lucien vanserra #lucien #acotar thoughts #acotar #lucien supremacy #elucien #pro elucien

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theatrequeen · 1 year

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Months ago on the Azris Discord server someone had mentioned the concept of Eris losing his memory as he aged due to the Beron's abuse from over the years, which led to this idea festering in my mind and for a while I'd thought about writing it into an actual fic, but I just don't have the time, but I still want to share the idea.

Eris dies at like 1867. He lived long enough to see his children grow up and fall in love. He got to meet his grandchildren. He’d stepped down from his High Lord mantle at around 1750 when his memory started to go. After everything that Beron had put him through eventually even his immortal body starts to give out. His mind was slipping for decades forgetting so many important things from his life. He’ll often talk about people who’ve already passed on (his Mother, Helion, Azriel’s Mother, sometimes even Beron) as if they’re still alive. He remembers Az and their children easily enough, but everything else is just a mess. All the nieces and nephews are a hot mess of names, he mixes up his brothers and who they’re all married to and whose kids belong to whom. He doesn’t remember people’s ages anymore and constantly thinks that old major events happened a lot sooner than they had been (i.e. Hybern war happened a few years ago). Lucien tried to help, searching for a spell to do something helpful, but it was pretty much impossible to find a cure as this was hardly ever seen in Fae. He eventually passes away in his sleep. Az finds out only moments after when the mating bond is cracking and eventually fades out. The funeral is at the end of the week for the beloved High Lord who’d managed to save Autumn from the hateful path that it had been led down. Eris’ body was burned and his ashes released in the wind. A gravestone was placed beneath the tree where Eris had spent so much time with Az and their children.

Az tried to stay strong for his children who’d lost their dad sooner than anyone had expected. Their daughter threw herself into her High Lady work (though with the world at peace, there wasn’t too much heavy work she constantly needed to do). She and her husband (Thesan’s eldest son) and their own children do what they can to find peace and move on in light of her dad’s death. Their son stayed in the Autumn Court as well, but Az had to leave. Everywhere he looked reminded him of his lost mate. Eris was Autumn personified so of course the Court would remind him of Eris. He traveled for a while, visited his friends and family, but seeing them all so in love and them constantly asking if he’s okay. He returns home to Autumn and is greeted by both his kids excitedly hugging him. It’d been about a year since he’d been there so after spending some time with them both he goes to visit Eris’ gravestone. He spends hours talking to him. Az admits that when he’d heard the stories of those ancient Fae who could die of a broken heart he’d thought they were absolute nonsense, but now having lost Eris, it hurts so much more that he actually understands those stories' pain. As Az sits by that tree for hours and as the sun’s setting he sees Eris standing there smiling at him, the gray gone from his hair, looking just as he had the day they’d mated. “It’s my time isn’t it?” “Only if you wish it to be.” Azriel knows the children will grieve. He knows his friends and family will be heartbroken, but he can finally see his mate again. The male he loves so much that it’s hurt to be away from for such a long time. So when Eris reached out to him he took his hand and stepped through to the otherside.

Rhys and Cassian notice something’s wrong immediately. Their bargain tattoos begin burning. Rhys was with Nyx and Feyre at a meeting with Lucien and Elain and their children in the Day Court when his tattoo started burning. Cassian was with Nesta on a date at their favorite cafe in Velaris when his are burning. Nesta winnows him to Autumn where Rhys already is cradling Az’s head in his lap. Cassian dropped to his side both the batboys trying so hard to wake Az. Rhys is in his mind and sees those final moments but still attempts to bring him back. Nesta, still practically the goddess of death, knows there’s no bringing him back. His spirit is already so far on the other side. Silently she utters the prayer she’s heard enough to make sure that he passes safely. Nesta goes to find her niece and nephew. It’s important that they know what happened. Az’s daughter was with her youngest reading a book and his son was up on a ladder pulling down a book to read. Both are surprised to see Nesta there. She pulls them both into the hall and has to tell them the news. They rush out to where Az, Cass, and Rhys are. Az’s body was cradled between his brothers, both with tears down their cheeks. Az’s kids joined them.

Azriel’s funeral was similar to Eris’. He too was burned and his ashes scattered. His name was placed next to Eris’ so that their memories would continue to live on together even though they’d both passed on. Both kids grieved again, but they also knew it was for the best. Their Baba had been miserable since their Dad’s passing (and they’d told that to their family in the other courts). He’d tried so hard to act as if he’d been able to peacefully move on as if he hadn’t lost half of his heart when their Dad had died. They’d honestly both been surprised that he’d lasted a year even. Both children made sure to make it a priority that they visit that gravestone often because without their parents, so many other’s lives would be so much worse off than if Autumn had just been left to rot and fester. Instead they’d both poured their hearts and souls into raising Autumn from the ashes so the future generations might be able to live peacefully and safely in the court that had known pain and suffering for so long.