#lordeasriel

[cozcat]

masriel 69 for the ficlet meme 💕

song 69: Жальменіна (Zhalmenina) - Go_A

It is rare that Marisa can escape to Asriel’s estates, but not entirely impossible, as long as she is careful, as long as she is quick. It is almost a routine that they have, wherever they meet. Late nights and early mornings, separate doors and drivers paid extra to not listen closely to the lies they are told. Spring comes, and their time together is forced shorter by the sun; they flourish in winter, when darkness gives cover to their indiscretions. She does not leave a trace. She never does. Just the scent of perfume that dissipates with an opened window, and footsteps in the grass that fade in the breeze.

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[iuc]

Cidade Invisível (Invisible City) 2021 | Intro Sinopse: An underground world is inhabited by mythical creatures evolved from a deep lineage of Brazilian folklore. One detective who finds himself caught in a murder investigation that puts him in the middle of a battle between these two worlds.

[queenofnabooty]

Unremarkable

A Marisa’s dad one-shot. (a month early birthday present for @lordeasriel)

G, Gen, No Archive Warnings Apply

All grown up. He couldn’t help but be bombarded with cliché thoughts of wonder at how big she has gotten, how different and yet how the same she was. He was upset that she didn’t shake his hand when she saw him. Or at least offered him a drink. Something to do with his hands.

It made him sigh too loudly. His breath felt like a solid thing that was pushing him around. If it wouldn’t be so noticeable, he would start holding it. “Why this one?”

Marisa rolled her eyes. “Why not? You don’t like him?”

“I’m sure your mother approves.”

[moustache-bonnet]

hey there! we were talking about dorian being a necromancer the other day and I'm currently replaying, so i triggered this banter between him and cassandra and he tells her how he visited nevarra as a kid and how he was desperate to visit a necropolis. (then she tells him how it stinks of dead people and sickly incense, and he goes "ah there goes that childhood fantasy" lmao) so idk if u seen this banter but i thought u would like to know anyway bye

Yes, I've seen it! Both Cass and Dorian are in my usual party, so I get it quite a lot (trying to spruce up my playthrough, so I've been exchanging them for others lately and I'm losing my MIND, NONE have the chemistry). It got me thinking about how he got to it, that he then maybe hat this goth phase as a child, where he was really fascinated by the occult? And when he came up with wanting to be a necromancer Halward was like meh, the death mages are quite important in the Nevarran court so it actually couldn't hurt lmao??? Or maybe it was the other way around, that his trainer spoke about the Necropolis and he had gotten smitten by the descriptions! I wish Cass got to speak about Nevarra more in her banter, except for the two or three lines with Dorian (I love the one about the dead wandering the Necropolis willy-nilly) and one with Cole, I hardly catch anything else, so if you find something out totally hit me up! Thanks so much for thinking of me!

[laciefuyu]

i am waiting for you to join the marcel stan side of the force *naughty marisa emoji from discord* READ THE BOOK!!!!

Effie spreading her marcel agenda and the best worst thing I can't even deny that the possibility I will love Marcel Delamere is high.

AFTER TBOSAS ALRIGHT, I PROMISE

[pierrotdameron]

hey for the star wars ask game - #9

9 - Who would be your Jedi master?

Maybe Luke or Obi-Wan. Ok Obi because he’s funnier

[cozcat]

I don't know if you're still accepting 3-sentence microfic prompts, but marisa and marcel - inequality

Marisa, when asked, would always say the same thing: her mother had always loved Marcel more, he was all she wanted in a son, all she needed in an heir to the name; Marisa was to be dutifully supported until she replaced her father's name with that of her husband, a burden until that day, the family's glory skewed to her brother.

Marcel, without prompting, would always share the same sentiment: his mother's favourite was always Marisa, so much alike and yet so often a version of herself that Maman wished she could have been; Marcel was a necessity, the man to carry the name, but his sister was the pride and joy, the one worth elevating until she could elevate her family's name.

Of course, both would admit, upon questioning, that they were always their father's favourite, God rest his soul; neither would admit, to another or to themselves, that it was only in their mother's love that the imbalance lay, for their father would not have abandoned them, left their mother claiming his self-inflicted death, had he cared for either of them at all.

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[queenofnabooty]

Just got this handsome postcard from @lordeasriel‘s redbubble shop HERE

Currently displayed with my finest scotch glasses.