#burning bright

[agalychnisspranneusroseus]

Little comic I made for the Burning Bright Zine last year :D I didn't want to post it at first because I wasn'r proud of it, but looking at it now with kinder eyes, I realize one of the reasons I wanted to learn art in the first place was to learn how to make comics like this. I'm proud of my progress, I'm happy I finished this comic in time and I still like the story. I hope y'all like it as well!

[vii-doodles]

I doubt there is a fan fiction out there that I recommended more than the Burning Bright series by @erisenyo . In fact, I loved that fan fiction SO MUCH that I sat down and drew book covers for every Part (These Things Written | These Things Unsaid | These Things Known). So that being said, I REALLY recommend every Zukka fan out there to give this a read. I promise it's a true masterpiece 😭🫶

[potatoplace]

For the game (still happy birthday!) you know I'm about to request a smut Eris x reader with a lord and the commoner trope, right? :3

Ily and I hope you have the best birthday <3

-🪐

Thank you for this my love!! Eris still makes me nervous to write but I hope I got him right in this one ☺️ mmm Eris...

Burning Bright

ACOTAR x Reader Masterlist | Bday Masterlist

Eris x Reader

Warnings: smut

Words: 900

18+ only pls

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You were walking through the city, making your way to the market when you felt it - the zing of your High Lord’s power passing over you. You and the rest of the street stilled, bowing your heads as he passed by.

He stopped in front of you. You felt his eyes on you, heating your body, as they always did.

For weeks you’d been in some sort of flirtation with him, where he would watch you on the streets with hunger in his eyes while you went about your business, your own gaze flicking to him every few minutes. But you knew it would never lead anywhere, not with you being a commoner and a lesser fae. Your fiery hair was a dead give away of your heritage, the flames ever burning and harmful if you chose them to bed.

Still, it didn’t stop you from looking back.

Eris came closer, grabbing your hand and pulling you into the cleared path. He led you away from the market without a word, guiding you into an empty building.

“Yes, my Lord?” you asked coyly, as if you didn’t know where this was leading.

“It’s nice to finally have you alone,” Eris said, his voice low. “Do you have any idea of what a temptation you are?”

You bit your lip, trying to hide your satisfied smile and failing. “Not at all, my Lord,” you giggled softly. “Care to show me?”

Eris growled, closing the distance between you in one heartbeat, his hands coming to grip your waist. His soft lips pressed to yours firmly, heat sparking low in your stomach. You let him deepen the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth. He held you to him more firmly, his arousal evident when he did. “Do you have an inkling now?” he asked when you parted.

You nodded, a smile spreading over your lips again. “Yes, my Lord.”

“Call me Eris, little flame.”

“Yes… Eris.” Saying his name alone would have had you clenching your legs together, and coupled with Eris’s possessive touch as he began lifting your skirts, you melting in his hold. His fingers found your core, easily pushing your panties to the side, loosing a throaty laugh when he found you soaked. Eris pushed you back against a wall just before he plunged two fingers inside of you without warning. You let out a breathy sigh at the feeling, letting the wall and Eris hold you upright as you lost yourself in the pleasure he was giving you. His deft fingers had you tipping over the edge in only a couple of minutes, leaving you panting while Eris smirked down at you.

“Your flames are even more beautiful when you come,” Eris said, a hint of a smile on his face as he watched you blush deeply. Indeed, your hair was burning a bright blue right now, flickering in time to your heartbeat.

“Thank you,” you whispered into the space between you, suddenly very aware that his fingers were still stroking your sex. You looked past Eris, spotting a table that would be the perfect height for you to bend over. Eris followed your gaze, looking over his shoulder and spotting what you were looking at.

“Would you like more?” he asked with a raised brow. You nodded, more than ready to know exactly what you had been missing all these weeks. He didn’t move.

“Yes, yes,” you sighed, a soft laugh leaving you when Eris’s fingers withdrew from beneath your skirts, and he moved you over to the table, bending you over it with ease. The skirts of your dress were hiked up over your hips, your panties pushed to the side once more. Eris pressed into you, the delicious stretch of him taking your breath away. You felt like you could hardly breathe when he was seated inside of you fully.

You attempted to wiggle your hips, get him to move, but his hands held you firmly in place, heat pouring through them. You were certain that if you were to look, his hands would be coated in flames. “Stay still,” Eris growled, then began to move. His thrusts were even and deep, one of his hands leaving your hip to push your chest to the table. You moaned his name, delighting when he gave you a particularly hard snap of his hips in response.

Your pleasure built with each movement, your walls clenching around his length. Two heated fingers slipped to the front of your sex, circling your sensitive clit. Eris chuckled lowly when your hips bucked against him, working his fingers against you faster. The noise of your joining was obscene, but you paid it no mind, focusing on the way that he seemed to know your body perfectly already, angling his hips to hit the sensitive spot within you with every thrust.

“Eris,” you moaned, his name coming out like a prayer as you came again, clenching around him tightly and taking him with you. A few erratic thrusts later, a warm in your sex bloomed and Eris came to a stop, his breathing heavy. You laid against the cool table, your cheek pressed against the wood until Eris was tugging you up, already having slipped out of you. He righted your skirts for you, a satisfied look on his face when he noticed how dazed you were.

“Next week?” Eris asked, a question that came out like a demand, but you weren’t complaining.

“Next week,” you agreed, watching as he left the vacant building, leaving you behind, breathless and on shaking legs.

With pleasure like that, you would have no problem being a simple fling of your High Lord.

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[missmists]

An AU retelling of the events of ATLA season three I felt fire nation red was the way to go.

At a whopping 1540 pages this behemoth lends real credence to the idea of a wrist breaking tome.

I almost didn’t go for the brushstroke font on the spines but I am so glad I did.

[goryhorroor]

horror sub-genres: animal

[theladyofshalott1989]

🌈️ Hogwarts Legacy Pride Week: Day Seven!

Prompt: The Future

"And Now I Hear a Symphony (Or, Damien's Vows)"

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Synopsis: Damien's vows to Sebastian on their wedding day.

This is a bonus chapter for the second long-fic in my "Like Moths to a Flame" series, but it can be read as a standalone.

Rating: Gen

Word Count: 894

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x Male MC (Damien Evans)

Tags: Fluff; Wedding; Vows; Established Relationship; Companionable Snark; True Love; Soulmates

Author's Note: Thank you to everyone who followed along this week. And thank you once again to @hogwartslegacyprideweek for planning the event.

The banner below includes all of my own sketches of Sebastian and Damien on my "Corinne learns how to draw" journey, which I started nearly a year ago now.

The first part of the title comes from the song "I Hear a Symphony" by Cody Fry.

Sebastian, or shall I say, Bash? 

From the very first words you spoke to me, I knew it was you. Don't worry, I fully realize it took you a while to come to the same conclusion. I won't hold it against you. You had more important things on your mind, after all.

And yes, I truly mean it when I say I knew it was you. Not that I ever thought we had a future ahead of us, as I was still under the deeply unfortunate impression that my attraction to the same sex was forbidden and dangerous, akin to committing murder, if my father had anything to say about it. One of many reasons why he is not here today, but I digress… 

It would take a few weeks for me to realize that horrible assumption of mine was, in fact—miraculously!—not true. At least not here, in the marvelous, magical wizarding world. 

But when I did learn I was allowed to appreciate you, allowed to see you as more than just a friend, allowed to want to be with you, that thought became so much clearer. It was you, and only you. Despite everything. 

Okay, there might have been a moment or two, or five, when I was rather cross with you. You know which moments I am referring to, so I won't embarrass you, not on our wedding day—I'm not that ignorant , ahem—but I could never stay mad at that delightfully freckled face of yours for too long. Especially when I could always read how flustered being in my presence made you, even when you were fighting your feelings. Yes, I know you fought me for a while there. Don't look so shocked. 

How did I know? Because I knew that feeling all too well. Attraction of any sort was not something I could express for the first fifteen years of my life. Not outwardly. For fear of ruining my life. Not that I had much of a life ahead of me in the Muggle world. They wouldn't allow it. 

But then, you . You, Sebastian. Yes, you, in all your unending charm, your delicious sense of humor, your deep devotion and unshakeable loyalty, your, well, everything. Handsomeness, included, of course. But that was—is still—a given. 

I know you're likely blushing right now so I will pause. Everyone, please hide your eyes for a moment; Sebastian would much rather get caught in the Restricted Section of the library than have someone watch him having an emotional outburst, so look away. Are you looking away? Okay, good. Pausing…. now.

Alright, that's enough time. Are you ready, Bash? I'm going to assume that's a yes. Prepare yourself. 

Sebastian Nicolas not quite (yet) Evans-Sallow—thank you immensely for agreeing to have my surname come first, by the way; it has a better ring to it—I truly do think I was made for you. Let's say there is a God up there in the sky, one kinder than I grew up learning about and worshipping, or, better yet, maybe Merlin really is an all-knowing deity watching over us, chuckling when we use his name in vain. Wouldn't that be quite something?

I'm rambling, I know. Where am I going with this anyway, you ask? I promise there's a point. It's: whatever deity is up there, if at all, when they made me, they picked out my eye color, my hair color, my arse—yes, I know it's your favorite—my gender, just for you. Yes, yes, I know you also find women attractive and you would have loved me even if I were born female, but that's beside the point. 

Even if this is all just random chance and no one created us, so to speak, I'd like to think that something knew our lives would one day cross and we'd find each other here, now, with our family and friends celebrating our joined hands in marriage. Even if that something was just chance. In fact, that might be even more astounding. 

Anyway, I should probably wrap this up. Which I'll do. In a moment. I'm not quite done yet. 

Sebastian, Bash, my great love, I know our future together is bright. You, a professor already, even at such a young age, me, now co-owning Spintwitches, and Anne and Ominis, so close by, within walking distance of our cozy little home. We already have so much going for us. What more could we ask for? 

I know you know this already, but I love you. Immensely. So much it hurts some days, mostly on the days you make it difficult, which does still happen from time to time, yes, but I know there will never ever be a day I stop loving you. And that's not just a fact, but a promise. I hope you never doubt it; I hope you never doubt me. 

Thank you for being you. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for forgiving me when I made mistakes, of which I, too, have made a fair few of, as we all have. Mistakes are a part of life, after all. But you and I choose to be better every day, and that's what makes all the difference.

I love you, I love you, did I mention I love you? …I love you. 

Okay, that's all. Let's get married now, shall we?

[bookpaula]

New Listen

[anything-thats-rock-and-roll]

burning bright (but not burning alive) ch7

Pairing: Solangelo, Rating: M, Words: 35.5, Chapters: 7/?

“Hey Will?” Nico asks, right before he disconnects the call. “What did you go to med school for?” He doesn’t mean for the question to sound as deep as it does. He knows why Will went to med school, his natural talent for healing and his longtime role as head medic at camp. He knows about the trauma of losing his siblings, of living through multiple wars. He knows that Will remembers the name of every single camper he couldn’t save. Thankfully, Will gets his meaning. A complicated swirl of emotions flickers across his face before a small smile takes its place. “I’m an OB,” he says, and understanding slots immediately into place in Nico’s mind. “I bet you’re a really good one,” he says, meaning it, and then hangs up before he can say anything stupid.

New burning bright chapter is finally here - sorry for the wait, guys. In good news, THEY FINALLY INTERACT THIS CHAPTER!!! Halle-fuckin-lujah.