Constant Work in Progress

Look up into pintrest: Lyric, city, flower, style, season, animal and instrument

honestly very fitting + i used to play the violin

I guess this kinda makes sense a little. I wanted to play the guitar a while back and I like red pandas a lot. So makes sense in a way

tags under cut + open tags

hmm...i've always loved the city. that flower and fit is just gorgeous, I love weather like that, red pandas are underrated as fuck, and little fact about xaosix: I used to play the violin. I probably still can, shit

@potatoanarchist

Lying From You. Such a great fucking song. I love it it’s my fav. I love clean but still kinda unclean. If you know what I mean. So New York City. As much as I say I hate it I love it. It just feels like a weird home to me. That could be cos I grew up there but whateverrrr. I love roses for obvious reasons @rose-thornzz

My dream style is 2012 era Synyster Gates. If you don’t know who he is ur missing out. Winter is my fav season. I love LOVE sharks. They’re so freaking cuteeeeee. Sea puppies :)

And that’s my dream guitar. I play electric. Mostly heavy metal. :)

@strawrelia @samsam8123 @selenegoldsmith @shad0w-jump3r @pizz1994 @pisghettio @ilovewomensbasketball @envyshipper2011 @whosmh @whipthorn @aliceverstappen1 @aikaisdyingwithstrawberries @ace-of-5pades @annabeth-chase-enjoyer @hazardousracer @hyperfixaredweirdo @joannte @krakenstay29 @katarinaek @longlive-thegoatking @lyricsandvenom @meerman28 @choliosus @calico-kattt @c0sm1c-love

Love the aesthetic❤️

here's mineee

tagging:

Here’s mine!!!

I squeezed it into one photo.

Whoever wants to do it. Tagging @cristalbeesnow @pit-and-the-pen @creelcutter @vampyxxxxx

(Since it’s a longer post here’s the prompt: Look up into pintrest: Lyric, city, flower, style, season, animal and instrument)

I think it’s so cute!!

Announcing Eris Week 2026 Prompts

🔥 Get excited, everyone! The Eris Week prompts have been selected and of course, some fan favourites returned! 🐶

📝 Like last year, there are sometimes two prompts per day that you may choose from. Ultimately, these prompts are optional, so if neither of them resonates with you, feel free to do your own thing!

🧠 And lastly, we'll be providing some prompt guides to help you brainstorm for each of the days! Keep an eye out for those posts.

When the LoA first found out she was pregnant with Beron's child, she vowed to herself that she would never love it. She knows it's cruel, and perhaps she is no better than him, but she grows to resent that ever expanding bump.

She knows it is unfair to hate something so much; especially when that something is part of her. But she knows, better than anyone, that nothing good can grow from such barren soil. This child, this thing, that has planted its roots inside her will grow to inherit it's fathers most insidious qualities.

So, after months, when she feels the sharp stab of movement in her womb she names him Eris. Meaning strife...or pain. Afterall, it is what binds her to this child.

with a bow on top ;

azriel x reader summary: reader had been sent on a mission on the continent for weeks, and was going to miss this year’s solstice celebration. rhysand decided that the only way to cure a brooding azriel was a surprise visit home from his mate.  wc: 2.4k

The Inner Circle knew Azriel well enough to tell that he was brooding. On a regular day, most people mistook the spymaster's usual silence for agitation, but his family knew that he simply preferred to listen. His behaviour for the last six weeks however - this had become incessant brooding. 

The first two weeks you were gone, he was tolerable. Given your positions in the court, both of you were used to being sent away for brief trips that separated you. You had learned how to cope with small lengths of time away from each other. He had gone about his days as usual; training in the morning with Cassian, and checking in with his spies in the afternoon for any new information.

The next three weeks, he was on edge. It wasn’t uncommon for a mission to stretch on for a month, but the distance definitely wasn’t comfortable. By this point, Azriel had resorted to keeping himself occupied at any given moment - he stayed out all day, and drank at night to keep himself from dwelling on how much he missed having you by his side. It snowed plenty in those weeks, and he had to stop himself from scowling in your absence each time he remembered the way you would light up at the sight of the snow falling outside your window. 

By the sixth week, the Inner Circle knew to tread lightly around the male. Everyone around him was abuzz at the spirit of solstice, but the shadowslinger had no holiday spirit. You wouldn’t be returning until just before the new year, and he didn’t feel very festive without you. Mor would ask him what he wanted as a solstice gift, and he simply huffed in response. His brothers had endless smack talk, taunting each other over who would win this year’s snowball fight, but the male stayed silent - he didn’t care about the outcome because he wouldn’t have you there to celebrate his victory. 

Azriel did what he could to not put a damper on everyone else’s solstice spirit - he helped decorate the river house to make sure everything was orderly, he bought everyone gifts, and made sure to get Nyx a few noisy toys that would give Rhys a headache. On solstice morning, he got up with his brothers to participate in the annual snowball fight, and he put in as much effort as he could muster. He did enough to put a smile on his family’s faces, but he wasn’t fully present. He wouldn’t be, unless you were there with him. 

As evening arrived, the entire family gathered at the river house to eat dinner together, celebrate Feyre’s birthday, and open presents. The group had chosen to open presents first this year - Nyx couldn’t stay awake long enough, so they decided to get the gifts out of the way and enjoy an adult-only dinner when he had been put to bed. 

Everyone wanted to see Nyx’s reaction to his gifts, so he opened them first while the others watched. The toddler giggled at the sound of wrapping paper being opened, and Azriel couldn’t help the small smile that crept onto his face at the child’s glee. You might not have been there, but his heart still felt warm being with the rest of his family. The happiness in the room was contagious, and despite the shadows skittering restlessly around the room, he felt at peace with his family around him. 

Rhys shot Azriel an annoyed look as Nyx opened up his final gift; a child’s drum kit that the shadowslinger had purchased with the sole intention of pissing off his brother. Feyre also looked weary as she looked at her son, who was already causing a ruckus with his new toy. 

“And to think I got you the best gift you could have asked for, and you punish me with this,” Rhys joked, exasperation in his voice. 

Azriel raised an eyebrow. “You got me the best gift I could have asked for? That’s high praise.” 

Rhys looked at his brother, a smug smile on his face. “If you can seriously think of any gift you’d like more than what I brought you, I will personally wear a tutu and go out into the streets of Velaris.”

Cassian’s eyebrows shot up at that. “Did you buy him a palace or something, how are you this confident?”

Rhys simply shrugged, to which Azriel narrowed his eyes. “Well let’s see, if you’re so sure.”

Azriel couldn’t even begin to guess what Rhys had bought him. At their age, gift giving was hard - everyone already had every material item they needed, so the holidays were filled with gag gifts, or items that ended up in a drawer unused. The only thing he wanted for solstice was you, and the day had already proven to be lacking in that area. 

Rhys stood up and left the room with a mischievous smile on his face, everyone’s eyes trailing him. 

“What could he possibly have gotten?” Cassian asked no one in particular, trying to think of what his brother would have wanted as a gift. 

Nesta, who was pressed against Cassian’s side, looked to Feyre. “Are you in on this?” 

Feyre shook her head, equally as confused as everyone else in the room. “I have no idea what he got any of you.” 

Mor, on the other side of the room, crossed her arms. “Well whatever it is, he better have given this much consideration to all of our gifts, it’s no fair if Azriel gets something spectacular and the rest of us get mediocre gifts.” 

The High Lord reappeared in the doorway, a small box in his hands. Considering how much Rhys had been boasting about his present, everyone looked skeptically at the size of the box. 

“Are there keys to Azriel’s palace in that box?” Cassian muttered, though loud enough for everyone to hear. 

Rhys passed the box to Feyre, who handed it off to Azriel, the daemati’s eyes still twinkling with mischief. The box was small and surprisingly light, with a red ribbon tied around it for some festive flair. Azriel looked down at it, mildly afraid of whatever it contained. 

“Open it,” Rhys urged, leaning in the doorframe, everyone in the room watching expectantly. 

Azriel finally pried his eyes away from his brother, going to untie the ribbon. He took it off gently, and opened the lid of the box to find… 

“Gloves?” Mor asked, no doubt surprised that it was - frankly, a quite nice - pair of gloves inside the box. Azriel’s name was stitched into the material, but it was nowhere near the calibre of gift that everyone had begun expecting. 

Azriel furrowed his eyebrows together, thinking about how they’d all be seeing Rhys in a tutu very soon. He lifted his gaze to Rhys and started to make the retort when the words died on his tongue. 

While everyone had been focused on Azriel unboxing his new gloves, Rhys had moved out of the doorframe. The space where he had stood moments before was occupied by a new figure - one that had Azriel forgetting how to speak. You stood in the doorway, a big smile on your face. Your cheeks were flushed from the cold, and there was a long red ribbon tying your hair back, identical to the one that had been wrapped around his gloves. Rhys had gifted Azriel you, served to him with a bow on top.

It was as if the world outside of the two of you faded away. Azriel’s heart began racing in his chest as the two of you locked eyes and if possible, your smile grew even further. 

The Illyrian barely heard his brother say “Happy Solstice”, before he had shot out of his seat and crossed the room so quickly that the others might have thought he winnowed. Within a matter of seconds, he had picked you up in a hug, his face lit up in pure joy. His shadows, which had been moving restlessly around all night finally focused, rushing towards you as quickly as their master had.

“Happy Solstice my love,” you whispered into his ear as he spun you around, and you could feel both of your hearts beating wildly in your chests as your bodies pressed against each other. Your mate finally set you down, and took your head in his hands as he examined your face. He was beaming, and took in every one of your features as if he wanted to never forget any detail about you. 

“I’ve missed you more than you can even imagine,” he muttered, finally moving to place his lips on yours. The two of you kissed like two people starved, desperate to make up for time lost in the last six weeks. You had gotten so lost in your reunion that you had forgotten you were in a room filled with family until Amren cleared her throat from across the room. 

“So, the brooding’s finally over.” 

You peeled yourself away from Azriel, slightly embarrassed, though happier than ever to finally be with your mate once again. Surely enough, the male who usually wore a stoic face like a uniform couldn’t stop looking as if his whole world revolved around you. 

“I wasn’t brooding,” he tried to defend himself, though his words contradicted his actions, given that he couldn’t peel his gaze from your face. 

Nesta scoffed, “You definitely were.”

Rhys laughed. “Cut them some slack, we’d all be the same if separated from our mates.” 

You and Azriel couldn’t even be bothered to nod your agreement as he took your hand and guided you back to where he had been seated. You pressed up against his side, looking at the box of gloves that were now on the floor. 

“Nice gloves,” you commented, your head going to rest on Azriel’s shoulder as you took everyone in. 

“I can’t tell if this means we’ll still be seeing Rhys in a tutu,” Cassian commented, eyes drifting down to the gloves again. 

Your face scrunched up in confusion, having missed that earlier part of the conversation. “A tutu?” 

“The gift Rhys was talking about was his wife, not the gloves, idiot,” Mor quipped, “Unless Az really can think of anything he would have wanted more.”

Azriel couldn’t deny it - Rhys was spot on. He had gotten him the one thing he wanted and nothing would beat having the one he loved in his arms after being away for so long. Although… “I can think of one thing.” 

Rhys’ eyebrows shot up, and you looked towards your husband, mildly offended that he would suggest that there was something he wanted more than you. “You can?” 

“Well, for her to have not left in the first place.” 

You rolled your eyes, and Rhys scoffed, leaning back in his chair. 

“That’s a technicality and you know it. Given the situation you were in, I got you the best possible gift.” Rhys disputed, crossing his arms with an eye roll. 

Azriel smirked at his brother before placing a kiss to the top of your head. “Yeah. Unfortunately we’re getting no ballerina Rhys this year.” 

For the rest of the evening, you and Azriel were in pure bliss. As your family opened gifts, you and Azriel shared stolen kisses, your hearts alight with joy. Laughter rang out all night, as you indulged in the wine and cracked jokes with your loved ones.

During dinner you stuffed yourself with delicacies, reveling in the family mealtime that you had yearned for every night. You shared stories of what your life had been like on the Continent for the last month, and your family caught you up on all that you had missed. 

You and Azriel couldn’t keep your hands off of each other; the spymaster kept one hand on your thigh at all times, and your hand constantly rested on top of his. When either of you needed the spare hand to eat, Azriel’s shadows slithered around your ankles, unwilling to let you go. The others poked fun at it, but they saw how happy the both of you were, and were finally happy to see you back at home. 

“We finally conquered Az’s winning streak at the snowball fight this year,” Cassian announced to you as he took a bite of a Feyre's birthday cake, “I took home the victory at last.” 

Azriel shook his head as he took a sip of his wine. “I demand a rematch. You only won because I wasn’t in the right state of mind. Now I could kick your ass.” 

“So you admit, you were brooding?” Rhys piped up, a taunting gaze shot towards Azriel, which caused you to laugh. “I will admit, it didn’t feel like a fair competition. I’m up for a rematch tomorrow morning.” 

“And we’re just nullifying my win? How is that fair?” Cassian complained.

“If you really thought you could win, you should be able to do it even when Azriel isn’t at a disadvantage,” you teased, to which Azriel smiled proudly, bringing your hand to his mouth to place a kiss atop your knuckles. 

“Fine, I’ll show you that I can win tomorrow as well,” the general complied, turning his gaze to you, “But Azriel will be at a disadvantage tomorrow as well with how much you’ll wear him out tonight- ow!”

Before Cassian could finish his sentence, Azriel had dealt a swift kick to his brother’s shins under the table, earning small chuckles around the table.

“There’s no chance anyone’s beating me tomorrow. None.” Azriel stated, eyes staring into your own, blazing with a confidence you very rarely saw from the male.

Surely enough, as the snowball fight ended the next morning, the three brothers entered the cabin to greet the girls, who had opted to lounge there for the day. Rhys couldn’t hide the laughter on his face, while Cassian dragged his feet as he walked towards the birchin, pout clear for all to see. Azriel walked in last, a smug smile on his face.