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achaotichuman · 2 hours

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I WAS TRYING TO MAKE A MOODBOARD AND TELL ME WHY PINTEREST IS A TAMSAND SHIPPER LMFAOOOO

#Lucien- *touches Tamlin's illyrian knives*#Tamlin- *Says the quote above*

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achaotichuman · 3 hours

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Only five little days left! Five roses are meant to express how deeply you love and care for someone, and while roses themselves are a gift, everyone's love language differs. Today's poll is another two-parter so check the reblogs!

#feyre does acts of service #she's touch-starved though and wants physical touch but doesnt want to admit it #tamlin does acts of service and gift giving #he wants words of affirmation #and both like quality time together #so pretty much all of the above

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achaotichuman · 18 hours

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Basically, the entire premise of my fic is that everyone gets a buddy who yanks them into the plot.

Tamlin gets yanked into the human lands by Lucien.

Eris gets yanked by Azriel's shadows, then Eris yanks Azriel.

Two Hewn City escape artists get yanked by Elain.

Cassian gets yanked by a murderous anarchist.

Koschei gets yanked by Andras.

And Feyre gets yanked by a self-proclaimed God who happens to be completely insane and a tyrant.

Everyone gets a buddy, each one more unstable than the last.

#just imagine all these characters being pulled by their hair #because thats whats happening #a court of song and desolation #acotar #acotar au #acotar fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfiction writing

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achaotichuman · 19 hours

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For the media does it have to already exist??? Can I just wish for my own book and have it be suddenly made for me????

(inspired by this one for the sake of full transparency)

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achaotichuman · 24 hours

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Me when I see anti Tamlin in the Tamcien tag

#those couple works on ao3 #and that one post #like actually go away #if i want tamcien i dont want anti tamlin #especially not whatever the fuck i just saw on ao3 #tamcien #pro tamlin

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achaotichuman · 1 day

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The first time he went back --> Tamcien, ACOFAS

"Tamlin." Lucien's face was carefully neutral, his limbs loose, nothing in his scent or his body language giving away anything about how he felt to be standing before his once High Lord again.

"Lucien." Tamlin was relieved, at least, to see that his old friend had not adopted the Night Court fashion, opting for a blue and silver tunic instead. "I see you've been keeping this place clean in case I decided to come back," he said sarcastically. Then, there was a strong scent of rust and embers as Lucien began using his magic to move some things around. "There. At least it's somewhat livable now. Don't you have servants, Tamlin?"

Tamlin didn't fail to notice that Lucien called him by his full name rather than by his nickname. Lucien had called him Tam practically from the moment he'd arrived despite Tamlin's insistence that he show him the respect due of a High Lord, and decorum, blah blah blah. After some point, he stopped fighting it because he liked that Lucien had a special name only for him.

"Some. Most are too scared to question the state of the place. Many have left." Tamlin stared blankly at a wall. He had no fight left in him. All his anger had left him the moment he'd brought Rhysand back to life. There was no one left to be angry at. Nothing left to fight for.

Feyre had ruined him, and yet Tamlin had done that. Why? Why did he still love her? Why did it still hurt that she chose him? How long would she be able to hurt him?

As long as he loved her.

But how did he make it stop? How did he make this love go away, stop it from carving his heart out of his chest?

"You ignored me. After the war." That's what Lucien wanted to talk about? Surely he'd understood how painful it was to see him in Illyrian leathers, how painful it was to see him so quickly accepted as part of another group, how painful it was to see him away from him. For the longest time, Lucien had been his, and his alone. Now he had a mate and a whole other court and family. He wondered now if he had possibly taken Lucien for granted.

Well you know, Tam, there are several courts who'd pay an arm and a leg to have me working for them, so you'd better start listening to me more oft-

Little did either of them know how those words would turn out to be prophetic. Fitting, he supposed, with that seer mate of his.

"The sight of you in Illyrian leathers disgusted me," Tamlin replied dully. Lucien snorted. "What else was I to do? I didn't have anything else to wear; all my clothes were back here."

"You could've just stayed with me," Tamlin replied. A stupid thing to say, he knew, but he couldn't help it. Rhysand would never understand and appreciate Lucien's value like Tamlin could.

Lucien leaned back against a wall, putting his hands behind his head. "Right. And continue to watch you listen to the female who raped me over me, the person who not only loyally served you for centuries, but has connections to every damn court in Prythian. If I had a little more power, I could rule this whole damn place, I know so much."

Tamlin snarled. "Don't remind me of that. Believe me, I am well aware of my transgressions."

"Then surely you see why I had to leave. Even if my mate were not trapped in Night, your attitude would've eventually prompted me to leave."

My mate. The words sent shards of glass into his heart. "The mating bond is a curse," he rasped. It had to be. Why else would it mate his parents together, Rhysand's parents together, and his Feyre with Rhysand? Why would it mate Lucien with Elain, thus taking his Lucien away from him?

"The mating bond is a blessing from the Mother herself," Lucien insisted.

"Don't just blindly spit back the bullshit the temple taught you," Tamlin snapped. His claws emerged from beneath his skin, trembling rage filling his body. "God can offer us many beauties, sure, but we already know that She can also be cruel. Is it really so hard to believe that the mating bond is not what it's made out to be? Imagine a bond compelling you, forcing you to be with someone you don't want forever."

"Who said I don't want Elain?" Lucien whispered. Tamlin stilled. Those glass shards twisted in his heart a little bit more. "You think it's just a bond compelling me to stay with her? I thought you more intelligent than that, Tam." Tamlin squeezed his eyes shut, slumping against his chair. Heartbreak was all too familiar a feeling to him at this point.

"Look, Tamlin, I'm trying here," Lucien said, his voice sounding as though he were repressing some emotion. "I know it hurts, Tam. Please, let me help you. Don't push everyone away like you always do. Don't try to go it alone."

Tam.

As though drawn by a magnet, Tamlin's eyes lifted to Lucien's. The handsome lord stared at him with an earnestness that threatened to melt all that Tamlin was into nothing. He could never resist that soft look, and that wasn't about to change.

At last, he lost control. His shoulders caved in and he began to cry into his hands.

"Tam." Lucien closed the distance between them, kneeling before him. He placed his palms on Tamlin's cheeks, brushing away tears with his thumbs. "Don't cry," he murmured. "I'm here. I am here, I am with you."

Tamlin sniffed. "You should hate me."

His former emissary gently pulled him by the back of his head, pressing their foreheads together. "I know," he answered quietly. "But I don't."

He pulled away, offering a hand to stand up. "You look terrible, Tam. Have you been sleeping enough?"

Sighing, Tamlin shook his head. "Not really."

Lucien rolled his eyes. "Of course not. Go sleep, Tam."

Tamlin just crossed his arms over his chest, pouting. Lucien raised a brow at him, placing his hands on his hips. "Oh, I get it. You think because you're the High Lord, you can do whatever the hell you want. Well you know, Tam, there are several courts who'd pay an arm and a leg to have me working for them, so you'd better start listening to me more oft-"

The Spring Court lord grinned as the words sparked a far more pleasant memory of the two of them, leaping up in an instant. "As you wish, Lucien." The Autumn Court faerie smirked as he placed a hand on Tamlin's back, guiding him to the bedroom.

After tucking him in, Lucien was about to leave the room when Tamlin called out weakly, "Lu?"

He turned around, cocking his head. "Tam?"

Tamlin hesitated, a blush coming over his face. "Do you think- well could you...stay with me?"

Lucien sighed exasperatedly. "Just sleep, Tam."

"I can't. I've been trying for the past several days." Lucien took a deep breath, pinching his nose. "Fine. But don't expect to see me here when you get up."

"Ok." Lucien strode towards him and hopped onto the bed, leaning his head against the bedframe. Tamlin crawled towards him, placing his head on his lap. Lucien just scoffed.

"What are you, a six-year-old child?" he asked, but he ran his fingers through his blonde locks. Tamlin purred.

"After all this time, you still purr like a goddamn kitty cat whenever someone touches your hair," Lucien muttered, and those were the last words Tamlin heard before sleep overtook him at last.

#beautiful #i love how conflicted both of them are #lucien clearly has his unresolved issues with tamlin #and tamlin still has his internal conflict #but its put aside for a moment of tenderness #which i really like #it plays into despite the complications of their relationship they still have deeper feelings for each other #wonderfully written

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achaotichuman · 2 days

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achaotichuman · 2 days

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Just six days until Feylin Week is here! From here on out the polls will follow a certain theme: roses. Six roses signify "I want to be yours" and are a more subtle way to tell a significant other you want the relationship to mean more. Feylin certainly didn't start out on good, or even, footing but somewhere down the road, something changed, so,

#the hand bandaging scene #that was the second i fell in love with feylin #i loved tamlin and feyre so much right there #the softness #the kindness #the vulnurability #it was everything

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This scene but from Azriel's POV

Beron said, “You may be inclined to believe him, Rhysand, but as someone who shares a border with his court, I am not so easily swayed.” A wry look. “Perhaps my errant son can clarify. Pray, where is he?”

Azriel was hardly paying attention to the conversation. No, his eyes were solely focused on Beron's eldest son.

Every time he remembered their encounter in Autumn, his face burned with humiliation. The helplessness, yet the desire he had felt when Eris had trapped him by the waist, knife at his throat. The rage, yet the uncontrollable attraction when he sent that insufferable smirk his way. He couldn't decide whether he wanted to punch it or kiss it off his face. In his dreams, he usually did both.

Azriel had fantasized about killing Eris for centuries after recalling what he had done to Mor. But his recent encounter with the prince had confused everything in his mind. His insistence of his innocence, combined with his stupid, criminally pretty face, were messing with his mind's conception of his evil. No, his mind was insisting that there was good in him yet to be discovered.

That didn't mean he didn't still despise him. He still wanted to punch his face. Then maybe soothe the wounds with his lips.

Fuck. Eris was going to drive him crazy. Azriel wished he wasn't such an obsessive bitch, but he couldn't help being the way he was.

Eris opened his mouth, and Azriel hated that he stared at his lips as he spoke in a smooth, melodious voice that was music to his ears, "Pity you didn't bring the other sister. I hear our little brother's mate is quite the beauty." Azriel clenched his fists. He cared nothing about Lucien, but...bastard. Keep his High Lord's sister-in-law well away from this monster. And why did it bother Azriel so much that Eris called Elain beautiful?

Mor said, “You still certainly like to hear yourself talk, Eris. Good to know some things don’t change over the centuries.”

Eris's full, soft-looking mouth formed that smirk again, and Azriel saw red. Kiss it or punch it? Kiss it or punch it?

"Good to know that after five hundred years, you still dress like a slut."

Ultimately, Azriel opted for neither.

He blasted through Eris's shield and wrapped his arms around his creamy throat.

His strange, otherworldly magic allowed him to sneak through barriers where others couldn't, and the weird magic of the High Lord's meeting allowed this strange scenario to occur: an Illyrian bastard overpowering a High Lord's son.

Fucking hell, how was his neck so soft? Spoiled little brat probably spent hours of the day just taking care of his skin, for god's sake. The thought infuriated him, and Azriel squeezed harder, longing to leave bruises on his pretty, perfect little neck. Eris struggled beneath him, his amber eyes wide.

"Enough, Azriel," Rhysand said, but Azriel ignored him. All his attention was focused on the red-haired High Lord's heir beneath him. He would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy the feeling of Eris whimpering, helpless beneath him. He allowed himself the tiniest smile as he dug his knee into his gut, his shadows hiding him from Beron's flames.

"Call off your overgrown bat," Beron demanded Rhysand. Eris's cheeks were a lovely shade of pink by now as he struggled to lift Azriel off of him.

Suddenly, Azriel felt a different magic touch his shield. Feyre's. Her strange, otherworldly magic woke up the shield's senses. "Come Azriel," she said. Azriel continued to glare down at Eris. He could kill him right now and be done with it. But Eris Vanserra had had a chance to kill him too; yet he had spared him.

Azriel loosened his hands. He turned to Feyre, who held a hand outstretched. "Come sit beside me."

He returned his eyes to the handsome Vanserra he had at his mercy. The sight of him panting and breathless awoke something carnal in him, and he leaned down to whisper in his ear, "The next time I choke you, it'll be with my dick."

Eris's skin paled at that, and Azriel felt a vicious sort of triumph as he dropped the shield and went to Feyre's side.

#azriel is so down bad for eris it hurts #he's just like #damn this man how dare his skin be perfectly moisturised #azriel be like #how can i make eris notice me #STRANGULATION #i mean it worked #very well done amita!!

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achaotichuman · 2 days

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Actually Tamlin has a pet bunny and the reason we haven’t seen her yet is because Feyre is a huntress and rabbits and hunters don’t mix well.

#i stan seer daffy #with her wittle chainmail #tamlin taught her to wield a tiny sword

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achaotichuman · 2 days

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Made the worst brownies ever created just now

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achaotichuman · 2 days

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I was thinking about Horne last night and their whole death walking business and had this image of them being able to go between different realms and can use a sword to be able to do so, kinda just like ripping a portal into space

idk that it's a portal to like ✨️where the dead people are✨️ but i am thinking something Otherworld-y

@achaotichuman @mecharose @lux-scriptum @livvywrites @idreamonpaper

#RESPECTFULLY THIS SOUNDS FUCKING AMAZING #THE WILD HUNT OOOOOOOH #RIPPING THROUGH WORLDS WITH SWORDS????#PORTALS TO WHERE THE DEAD PEOPLE ARE????#THIS IS SO GOOD OMG

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achaotichuman · 2 days

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𝚂𝚒𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝙵𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜:

Name: Horne Enfys

Age: ????

Species: ????, Inspired by the Cŵn Annwn

Sexuality: ?????, Nonbinary [they/them]

Abilities: Realm Travel, Death Walking [who knows what this means], Portal Creation

Occupation: Hunter, Soul Gatherer

tag list: @sonics-atelier @incandescent-creativity @idreamonpaper @solangelo3088 @halstudies @livvywrites @lux-scriptum @achaotichuman @autumnruby @mecharose

#OOOOOOOOOOOOOOH #I LIKE THIS #I VERY MUCH LIKE THIS #HELLO HORNE #A PLEASURE TO MEET YOU #i really like this aesthetic #and i cannot wait to find out what death walking means

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achaotichuman · 2 days

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[ Focus ] for Tamcien 🤍

Tamlin stared at his papers wearily. So much work to do today. So much work...

He stared out of the window, his mind drifting. Feyre was currently at the Night Court, possibly being raped and tortured while he was...filling out forms. Like a useless fucking idiot. He knew he and Lucien were doing the best they could; in fact, Lucien was planning to leave for the Day Court for more information on this goddamn bargain tomorrow, but every second counted. And Tamlin's obsessive brain couldn't help but go over every single detail over and over again. His fault. Everything that was happening to her was his fault. He should've never brought her here. His fault his fault his fault-

"Tam," Tamlin heard vaguely, but it was though he were underwater and the voice was coming from above the surface. He ignored it. Feyre Feyre Feyre-

"Tam," the voice came more insistently, a hand clasping his shoulder with an unshakeable grip. The room temperature began to rise, and Tamlin finally came to attention, blinking at the handsome red-haired courtier sitting beside him. "Are you alright?"

Are you alright? Three words that made Tamlin break.

He burst into tears, and Lucien sighed, pulling Tamlin in for a hug. Tamlin stiffened for a moment before he relaxed into Lucien's embrace. He still had difficulty adjusting to physical contact after his troubled youth, but Lucien was a very physical man. He liked showing his affection, and that meant Tamlin had been hugged by him more times than he could count. Tamlin never admitted to Lucien how much he loved his hugs, scared that it would cross some sort of line between them.

Lucien stroked his hair and rubbed his back. "I know, Tam," he murmured against his shoulder. "I'm worried about Feyre, too. But you're not helping anyone by panicking like this."

Tamlin scowled. "Do you think I want to panic, Lucien?"

"What I meant is take a fucking break, Tamlin, Cauldron boil me. Must you be so defensive all the time?"

Tamlin blushed with embarrassment. "Sorry." Lucien snorted. "You should be." He plucked the papers straight off of Tamlin's desk, taking them to his own. "And you're welcome. I'll expect a raise next week. Go sleep. Good night, Tam."

Tamlin stared in awe as Lucien began filing the papers at lightspeed. How had been so lucky as to get a friend and emissary like him? Gods, did he even know how incredible he was? He...he was all that, and he expected Tamlin not to fall head over heals for him.

Tamlin moved his chair near Lucien's, observing him. "What the hell are you doing?" Lucien demanded, putting his hands on his hips. Tamlin just admired his best friend, his cruel beauty, flaming red hair, his chocolate brown eye that he could drown in, his tan and toned body that showed that he could definitely handle himself in many different situations.

Lucien rolled his eyes. "Oh, I get it. You think because you're the High Lord and you gained back your powers, you can do whatever the hell you want. Well you know, Tam, there are several courts who'd pay an arm and a leg to have me working for them, so you'd better start listening to me more oft-"

Tamlin pulled Lucien in for a kiss. He got a pleasant buzzing sensation as their lips connected, and Lucien stiffened up from shock before he relaxed and began to kiss Tamlin back.

Gods, Lucien was a good kisser. Tamlin was going to go insane. Why did he think this was a good idea again? He was going to lose it as the slow, sensual rhythm of Lucien's tongue.

It took all of his willpower to pull away from Lucien, panting raggedly. "May-be-that-will-teach-you-to-shut-up."

Lucien leaned back in his chair, a lazy smirk forming on his face. "On the contrary, I don't think I'll ever be shutting up again."

#“I DONT THINK ILL EVER BE SHUTTING UP AGAIN”#I LOVE THEM SO MUCH #THIS IS AMAZING

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achaotichuman · 2 days

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#tamlin x lucien

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achaotichuman · 2 days

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I saw a cup somewhere and randomly had an idea to make this-