Prompts are here! Remember these are more guidelines than rules and you're welcome to interpret them however you'd like within the bounds of ethical/consensual non-monogamy. If you have any questions, please feel free to reach out!
Day 1 - 4/5: Positions
What compromising or uncompromising positions does your group get into? Take this prompt with as much spice or sweetness as you’d like.
Day 2 - 4/6: Climate
How does the political, economic, or environmental climate affect your group? An excuse to write an elements-related AU or an in-depth commentary on the world your group exists in.
Day 3 - 4/7: Exposed
Exposure can be physical, mental, or emotional. Is your group exposed in the wilderness? Accidentally outed? Trying something new?
Day 4 - 4/8: Favorite Trope
What it says on the tin! How does your favorite trope change when applied to a CNM situation? Or can it be applied directly?
Day 5 - 4/9: Royalty
How does your group make each other feel like royalty? Or are they actually canon royalty? Maybe this is the perfect excuse to write a prince/princess/pauper AU.
Day 6 - 4/10: Peace
How does your group find peace? Is that peace with themselves, amongst the group, or with those around them?
Day 7 - 4/11: Why Choose?
Welcome to free day! Pick your favorite prompt ideas or tropes and mash them together! Or take it literally and create a why choose scenario for your group.
This was a STRUGGLE. Can this be a circle with Nesta in the middle and lines going out to every partner and I choose depending on the day instead of a top 5? My baby just has piping hot chemistry with everybody. Anyway, for you, I tried. Probably no surprises whatsoever but (also, I’m only talking canonverse, even though everyone knows I love me a good AU):
Nessian. I’m sorry, but there’s just something about making the big general cry, fall down on his knees, press his face into Nesta’s stomach and realize he’s fucked up, before I let him hit it. Make him suffer, make him cry, make him grovel, and let him make up. Undoing SJM’s character assassination is very personal to me, lmao
Hmmmm. Probably Nezriel. The way they’re two sides of the same coin is special to me. They make each other feel safe enough that Az can finally admit aloud he wants to be cherished by someone and Nes can finally just be her quirky, weird self with him. Besides, she can take the reins and top him the way he craves
Nemerie. Two strong, smart, resilient, beautiful women? HELL YES. They bond over their horrible fathers, and help each other love the parts about themselves they’ve loathed for so long. They show the world their hard shell but can be the softest behind closed doors. Ugh, Nemerie my beloveds
Neris. There’s something very enticing about Eris truly being morally grey and giving Nesta permission to simply rage. Also, they’re equally matched when it comes to wits and schemes. And, well, fire play. Need I say more? whispers in Nerissian
Jesus how am I at 5 already? Ugh. Alright, Cresta. Cresseida and Nesta? The princess and the oldest daughter who was supposed to marry for status and money? Cresseida the fierce, smart warrior and Nesta the cunning, beautiful strategist? Yes, please, more and thank you
I’m gonna throw in a secret sixth thing and say Nessriel because my girl deserves two enormous Illyrians on each side, falling at her feet and devoted to her for all eternity
Honorable mentions (and another top 5) for Nerissian, because HELLO, the Band of Sexiles, Gwyn, Clare and the mercenary. I’m still craving the romance on the road between Nesta and that butch woman. Just imagine. Angst, romance, smut. Ugh.
Monday’s here and it’s Art Day! Joined by the lovely @AIFantasyFactory, we cosplayed as vtubers! 😁
With her cosplaying as Nerissa Ravencroft and I as Dokibird, we’re ready to take the vtubing world by storm! ⛈️
I’ll be honest, having this day really has my refreshed my mind. While captions are fun, it’s nicer just to make something like this to dress up with my friends and relax 🥰
Nothing else really to say! I hope you all enjoy yourselves and till next time!
Poly+ ACOTAR Week - Day 6 Celebration (Nesta/Eris/Cassian) @polyacotarweek
What if upon finding out Beron tortures his sons, instead of being called a coward Eris got shown some goddamn empathy.
Then they form a protective throuple and get tripple married.
A Nesta x Cassian x Eris drabble for @polysjmweek (aka. my little self-indulgent AU where these three have a situationship going on, and Nessian & Eris would both deny they care about each other, but they would be lying~ ✨)
read on ao3 or under the cut :)
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When he finally arrived, Eris looked pristine, though paler than usual. "I'm afraid we'll have to resort to traditional diplomacy today."
Cassian didn't like his clipped tone.
"Why were you late?" Nesta snapped, reaching for his shoulder. Eris dodged her touch.
Cassian stepped closer, sniffing the air. Blood, smelling of spices and smoke.
Nesta caught Eris's arm. He flinched as his glamour fell away.
"Who did this to you?" Nesta's voice was ice-cold.
Eris growled low. "Who do you think?"
Rage flared in Cassian, pouring into his syphons.
Nesta's eyes were pure silver flames. "Time for a change in Autumn."
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ACOTAR taglist (lmk if you'd like on or off, or if you don't want to be tagged for certain characters/pairings 💕)
A/N: I see your Azris Crackship, and I raise you - Nerissian
Wordcount: <700
Warnings: Angst, violence
So much had changed since the last Solstice. Prythian was finally experiencing a period of somewhat peacefulness. Eris, who had proven to be a loyal ally to the Night Court, was once again in attendance at the annual Solstice Ball in the Hewn City.
Eris stalks up to the dais to greet the High Lord and Lady. Bowing his head, he says with his typical smirk, “Happy Solstice.”
Eris presents a gift to Feyre. She takes the box from his hands and removes the top, revealing a palm-sized orb with a button on the side.
“This is for Nyx. It’s a nightlight, press that button to turn it on.”
Feyre presses the button and the orb lights up, projecting a replica of the night sky onto the ceiling. From his mother’s lap, Nyx’s little eyes widen.
Eris crouches down to be at Nyx’s level and speaks to the boy in a hushed tone, “With those great wings, you’ll be able to see all of those stars one day.” Nyx babbles back to the male, revealing a tiny bottom tooth.
“Thank you very much, Eris. This is so thoughtful,” Feyre responds, smiling wide at the Autumn Heir.
“It’s my pleasure, I had something similar when I was a young boy.” Eris rises from his crouched position and his eyes meet Nesta’s.
From her spot at the side of the dais, Nesta watched the interaction thoughtfully. She had warmed to the male over the past year, but her mate had not.
Eris flashes Nesta a charming smile and extends his hand. “I haven’t stopped thinking about our last dance. Would you do me the honour of joining me for another?”
Nesta steps forward, looking regal in her black gown and halo of silver laurel wreaths. She takes Eris’s hand in hers, “You know it’s hard to find a good dance partner these days.”
Eris winks at Nesta as he brings her hand to his lips.
Cassian tenses as he observes the exchange, but says nothing. He knows how much Nesta loves to dance and wants her to enjoy the ball.
With arms linked, Eris leads Nesta to the centre of the dancefloor, just in time for the next number.
The song is slow enough that partners can chat with each other as they move around the room. After a few graceful spins, Eris pulls Nesta flush against his body, still swaying in time with the music.
Eris leans forward to speak softly into Nesta’s ear. “I never got a chance to congratulate you on your mating. It’s a shame, Autumn would have suited you. You certainly have your own flames.”
Eris pulls back, his eyes simmering with heat as they meet Nesta’s. Her eyes widen as the sharp snap rings in both of their ears and they feel the tug in their chest.
Nesta gasps as she drops Eris’s hand and reaches for her heart, towards that shimmering bond.
Eris moves his free hand to gently caress her jaw, “Ah little fox, you may be a fire queen after all.”
Cassian, who has been watching the pair intently, storms over at that moment. “Get your hands off my mate,” He yells.
Fists fly, and Eris ends up on the floor - not expecting the attack.
Nesta screams as Cassian kneels to hit Eris again. “No, please don’t hurt him.” Nesta claws at his arm to stop him, but he’s frozen mid-punch.
Cassian’s jaw goes slack and his arms fall to his side as he meets Eris’s amber eyes. The unmistakable snap echoeing in their ears.
“Cauldron, no,” Cassian whispers.
Hushed voices and shuffling feet can be heard as Rhys clears the ballroom. Azriel grabs Cassian under his arms, hauling him to his feet. Nesta rushes to Eris, kneeling beside him and dabbing his split lip with a handkerchief.
“Mother’s tits,” Rhys mutters, prowling over to see what the commotion was “You guys are such children, what is— oh.”
Rhys lets out a dark chuckle as he realises what has just transpired.
He looks between Eris and Nesta on the ground, and then over at Cassian who looks like he’s about to be sick. “The cauldron is cruel.”
