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. 🖤🖤
Holla at ya boi if you want on or off the Azris tag train:
Celebrating Summer and the impending release of the next ACOTAR book with Azris art: Campy, Sexy, Fun, and HOT!
Melting Point - by @hornysadfrog
The amazing @hornysadfrog gifted us this stunning art piece in honor of Hot Azris Summer! Azriel's blissful, oblivious joy in his frozen (yet quickly melting) treat, and Eris is... noticing!
The details on this piece have me swooning, and not just with the heat! Azriel's relaxed posture, eyelashes for days, sweat-laden hair, the cobalt belly button piercing, and that messy, delicious ice cream cone... I could stare for hours (what time is it?). Eris has an eyeful of the view! The shaking glass, the sweat-beaded brow, LOCKED eyes, beautiful blush, and distracted lips... all say the eldest Vanserra can't bring himself to look away! Can I say how much I love Eris in purple? (note: add more purple to Eris's wardrobe in our fics!)
The whole piece just screams hot summer beach dreams, and the colors pop with a slight homage to the 1980s. I feel like there is a volleyball game soon in the future...
Thank you so much, @hornysadfrog, for this amazing art!
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DM or tag me if you want to talk about Hot Azris Summer inspiration!
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Hear me out. Azriel and Eris being lovers since before Mor and Eris got engaged but once the engagement happened and Azriel and Eris broke things off because everything was "too complicated" despite them both knowing of the mating bond and not telling the other about it. Beron was also getting suspicious of Eris and so, to make sure Azriel would be safe, Eris made himself out to be the villain with everything that happened to Mor just to get Azriel to hate him and stay away. Meanwhile Azriel's 'hatred' for Eris that everyone assumes is because he hurt Mor, the woman Az loves, is actually because Azriel felt betrayed that his mate went against his family. In reality Azriel kind of blames Mor because she is what drove the initial wedge between them, intentionally or not, but he also feels guilty because he knows Mor suffered at the hands of the person he can't help but love most and he feels like a monster and a horrible friend because of it but at the same time loving Eris is so deeply ingrained into Azriel that there's nothing he can do but keep on loving him. Both of them yearning while Eris fights with his fear for Az's safety and Az fights with his heartbreak and betrayal. The inner circle starts suspecting that there's something more between them after seeing them interact at a few meetings and they want the full story but the real question is whether or not they can pry the truth from either of the two.
Someone please recommend Azris fics where they get together before or during the engagement with Mor!!!
Um. Hi. It's @nightsandflamess 's birthday today. I made a thing. Uhmmmm yeah yapping later present now ig <333
(I'm pretty sure the volume is pretty loud, for reasons unexplainable to me, so fair warning)
HIIII FLAMES. HII. ARE YOU HEREEEE AJSHJDHEJE HAPPY BIRTHDAYYY!!!!!! Uhm I'm currently remembering that long-ass speech you pulled for my birthday and idk I DRAW OK I'm not emotionally prepared to write a speech 😭🤣 but uhm I guess I can say that I'm really happy that we met each other and that you have managed to (consentually) bully me into regularly talking to you. And drinking plasma. Not a feat just anyone can pull off, I tell you! I've loved chatting with you these past few months about anything and pretty much everything :3
but ummm yeah. May you have an extremely belated birthday with the sweets of your choice, and the people you love to talk to and be around. Love you flames 💛💛💛💛💛💛
(the link to the animation without the shadows)
(Link to the animation with my sketching frames showing)
Aaaaanyways more yapping + taglists below the belt methinks
Don't ask me how many hours of sleep I got last night. Nobody needs to knoww~
Did I learn blender (not well) in 2 weeks for this? Yes. Will I be touching that software anytime again in the near future? Hell nawww I need at least 6 months to recover from the trauma of that thing ;]
ALSO FLAMES when I said there might be more things than one. That was my pride talking. I only managed to finish this lolll hope you like it!!! <3
Uhm. Yeah. I probably had more to say but my brain is empty. Taglists time then???
Art gen/ - @irithiadourden @chunkypossum @makinglongwordsslutty @stargazingmellon
The battle had been long over, and Azriel lay flat on his back, wings mangled, his siphons cracked and dimmed. Beside him, barely breathing, Eris stared up at the summer sky.
Neither of them spoke. There was no strength left for words, and now they both lay there breathing with the knowledge that they’d both nearly died saving each other. They both had felt it— When what had lain unspoken for so long finally refused to be ignored.
“I had no idea this is where we would end. On the most beautiful day, with the sun shining as our blood mingled on the grass beneath us,” Azriel said.
"We...", Eris answered softly with a chuckle. “We were never meant to have it easy.”
A breeze stirred the grass, carrying the scent of wildflowers tangled with blood from the battlefield. It was a mockery, really—how beautiful the world looked while they lay broken in it.
Eris turned his face toward Azriel, blinking against the light. “Funny, isn’t it?” He murmured. “How I spent my whole life trying not to feel. To run away from you—and yet, this is where I ended up.”
Azriel’s fingers twitched, and he lifted his hand, barely brushing against Eris’s chin—the first gentle touch they had shared.
Eris smiled. For once, his guards were lowered, his fire nothing but a soft ember inside him. “Then maybe we’re not doomed after all,” he said, so quietly Azriel almost missed it. “Maybe we just needed to bleed to remember we’re alive. Perhaps we needed to break to remember what it means to feel. Just like the wildfire destroys the trees and leaves everything in ashes. Sometimes it’s only after destruction that something new can grow.”
Eris reached out and took Azriel's hand, and slowly, Azriel’s shadows curled around their entwined fingers, dancing and fluttering around them, connecting them like a promise of a shared future.
The night is young and beautiful, but Azriel has a mission. A cruel threat looms large over the city, and he must team up with an unlikely ally to defeat it.
Also, they are um…both cats in this…
I worked so hard on this fic.
Cute photos of cats as my fancast for this fic from pintrest.
🐈🐈⬛ Enjoy the nonsense below at the A03 link, or read a snippit to catch the vibe. I'm 100% serious about this. I wrote 4,500 words of cat Azris. No warnings apply, though there's a bit where it gets really hairy for our sweet kittens . Even with the stress, this is pure fluff (because they are fluffly little cats )🐈🐈⬛
Catriz - NinaTheCowgirl - A Court of Thorns and Roses Series - Sarah J. Maas [Archive of Our Own]
It was a beautiful, hot summer’s night, and Azriel was stuck inside, again. Outside, the stars across Velaris glittered, like little pinpricks in the sky. Streetlamps were glowing, and wind carried the late night chatter between friends. The possibilities of the night were endless.
The window on the top floor of the Night household was slightly ajar, and for the last ten minutes Azriel had been trying to figure out a way he could use this opportunity for his advantage. He was on the carpet floor, poised, looking for the ideal opening – a jump to the boxes on the left, then a climbing of the dresser, then a scrambling at the wall, and then – window. He took a deep breath, wiggled a little for the perfect position, and then - jumped. Excellent. He landed with grace, elegance, a faultless leap. Second jump – onto the dresser. He slipped a little, his paw catching on the shiny wood. A little tetter on the edge, but he made it, he recovered. He looked around - quick.
Ok. No one saw it. He was fine. It was ok. All good. Recovered.
Final phase of the operation. He scrambled up the wall, paws outstretched, managed to hook himself onto the windowsill. He pulled himself up, so perfect, so elegant, absolutely impeccable. The window was in front of him, the little crack between the townhouse and the beautiful outside. Azriel slotted his paw into the gap and started to push. He only needed to get his little head through, the rest of him would move like liquid. Just a bit more, a little push, just a little -
“Azzy!” A shout came. Azriel looked behind him. If cats could swear, you’d best believe every single obscenity would have been coming out his mouth at that very moment.
“Naughty little shadow!” Feyre walked over, and scooped Azriel up, and pulling him close to her chest “What are you doing my sweet boy?”
He struggled, pushing at her, but she held on tight, saying how beautiful and sweet he was. Azril did not care– it was a trap. She would take him downstairs, take away his freedom, and then call him a cutie-pie all while stripping him of his only chance at the outside world. And Azriel would not stand for this treatment any longer, no sir he would not. Desperate times called for desperate measures. He swiped at Feyre, claws out. She shrieked, and her grip loosened. He scrambled again, and she was holding on, and he swiped and then – he was out of her grip. He was on the floor again, and she was reaching down to grab him, but Azriel was too fast. Jump to the box, then the dresser, no time to worry about the little slip, scramble up the wall, and then forcing his way through the gap in the window.
“Azriel!” Feyre shouted, but it was no use – he was out. Out in the hot sticky night. And Caldron, if the air didn’t smell good. He slipped onto the roof tiles, and glanced behind himself. Feyre was scowling. She had opened the window and was trying to coax him back inside. Azriel sat, just out of reach, tail flicking. She fished around in her pockets and her hand extended again, something resting on her palm. The wind carried the scent. Oh. What a clever woman she was. His favourite, the little chicken treats, the ones that came in the yellow packet. Crispy on the outside, pillow soft on the inside – no, he must concentrate, he could not be dissuaded from his mission. Even if they did smell so delicious, surely one couldn’t hurt… Feyre shook her outstretched hand, and Azriel found himself leaning forward, then a bit more, gods just a little bite -
“Come on azzy-cat, come here. It’s ok, sweet baby.” She said in a sing-song voice. “Come back inside”
It was this last statement that shook him out of his stupidity. He couldn't. He couldn't have the treats. His freedom. His mission. That was more important. Feyre’s sweet face turned into a scowl, and she tried for a sterner approach.
“Azriel. Az. Get back inside. Now.”
Azriel meowed a soft goodbye, and then turned on his paws, jumping off their rooftop and onto the next, into the night. Feyre yelled behind him. He wished he could tell her not to worry – he didn't like seeing her upset. But this was necessary.
He would be back by sunrise. As long as the mission was successful.
