Art created by: @hornysadfrog who really went above and beyond for this. It took me a long time to take my jaw off the floor!! Her Eris is one of my most favorites. He’s so regal and lovely I could cry. Little frog you are a light in this fandom and I appreciate you so much!
A gift commissioned by me for @pippsmcgee and her word vomit in my DMs over the years about the wonderful stories in her brain. Even if you never write them I will cherish your talent for speaking them into existence anyway.
If it wasn't for you and your tenacious comments on my fics, I would have never gotten back on Tumblr, and I would have never met any of the wonderful people in this tiny corner of the fandom. I will forever be thankful for that and you. Your handle is all over ao3 in all the Azris comment sections passing out love and thoughtfulness that make it worthwhile for writers to post! Your amazing imagination is on my mind all of the time so I hope this gift is a reflection of that. 🖤🖤
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It's finally here! Book III: Therapon & Thetis - A burgeoning relationship, a mother’s love. Just in time for @azrisweek free day.
Catch up on the series, read a snippet below, or read the entire chapter on AO3!
The floor beneath his knees was hard and uneven where Azriel knelt. His eyes traced the dust that scuttled across the rough hewn stone.
“Father, I have come to ask your pardon.” Though he did not see it, Azirel felt Eris’s eyes as they cast over his freckled shoulder, exposed just slightly beneath his tunic, to gaze briefly at his form.
“What have you done?” Azriel felt the harsh question land like a blow.
“I was remiss in informing Amphidamas that I had taken Azriel as my Therapon, and that he will only train with me.”
Though his eyes remained on the sand slowly trickling by in the gentle breeze from the open stone arches, Azriel felt the hostility radiating from the throne and the man atop it. Through the oppressive animosity, he could not help but savor the way his name had sounded off Eris’s tongue. Instead of letting it roll together in a hurry to be rid of the sound, he rang each syllable: Az-ree-el. The relishment did not last long.
“This boy has a stain upon him, Eris. You are to be a god! For years I have urged companions on you. Again and again you have denied me this.” The anger in each word beat down upon Azriel like the sun's rays on the hottest summer day, burning his soul instead of his skin. “Why.” The word was a demand, for answer, not a query. There was no choice but to answer.
Eris did not shy away. Azriel heard him step forward, sandaled footsteps echoing as they moved away from him across the sand-dusted rocks.
“He is surprising.”
Finish the chapter on AO3.
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Art created by: @werehorsebite ! Your art is so beautifully vibrant, I just knew when you got LD that you would be able to bring her visceral scenes to life. I really loved this story and was so happy you picked it because they are just so deliciously sad and bloody and full of angst here! The details are incredible!
A gift commissioned by me for @acourtofladydeath and her story A Wound so Deep - The quiet, almost desolate hope in this story stuck in me like a thorn. I’m so glad to have it under my skin!
Ahhh! You're sweet, kind, and adorable, human! Your Azris, even when it hurts so much, is such a soft place to land for me. The pain is always worth it for the beauty you wrap it in. All of your work has an importance that's hard for me to explain. It just feels so necessary, the amount of thoughtfulness and care you put into everything you do really shows, and we are all the luckier for it! Plus, the tireless efforts you made to create safe and fun spaces did not go unnoticed, and I am so glad to have met you and been a part of it. Here's to all your talent you've gifted us Azris junkies! To whatever you put your talents toward in the future, I hope it fills you with such peace and love and community!
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Thank you so much for organizing this week full of all my favorite things. Thank you to the showrunners, to the writers and artists, the commentators, and rebloggers. I'm so thankful for you all!
We're not done yet. I still have a couple more creator shoutouts to do, so stick around until the very end!
Anger seemed out of Azriel's reach. He tried to grasp for it anyway, but the trees were in him. They sang an ancient song that rattled his singer bones and made his eyes leak gemstone tears. The land was asking for his knife, as if he still had something left to offer.
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Would Azris read each other's diary? Or since neither would write one, would Azriel read the diary of a loved one of Eris just to read all the Eris parts from it and vice versa?
god i do think this is a boundary crosser4boundary crosser, severe control freak4there can be no such thing as a secret when the shadows care not for faerie sensibilities ass relationship. they wouldn’t have any qualms whatsoever about reading someone else’s private writing about the other, but it would mostly be for the edification(? amusement?) of it. neither would take it as any sort of fact because they’d both consider it tainted by the perception of the writer, but they would catalogue how the writer feels about the other person.
i think whether they breach the other’s private thoughts somehow would depend on what stage of their relationship they’re in. if it’s early on, both would do it without a second thought. they’re looking for confirmation that the other is just as bad as they think—that they shouldn’t entertain these feelings that are burgeoning. if they’re past this point and at the stage of wanting to make sense of their undeniable feelings by digging into the other person … that’s when i think they have the most hesitance. they want to understand but they really don’t want to understand because then they have to contend with seeing the other—and through the other, seeing themselves.
after this point, when they’re It For Each Other and have been irrevocably Exposed for what they are, i feel like there just really aren’t any secrets between them for either to care if something like this happened? for two males who have always had their boundaries crossed, two males who have constructed warped boundaries to protect parts of themselves that have always been mistreated, there’s a sense of peace and acceptance in finally trusting someone else to exist past those boundaries. to know that they will be handled mindfully and with intent, even if not gently. neither of them would know what to do with tenderness. neither of them would know what to do with someone who respected all of their boundaries.
because their boundaries were only ever put up to be crossed—deeeeep down, each of them just wanted someone to love them enough to surpass the walls and see what was beyond them and accept what they saw enough to love them still.
