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high-queen-feyre · 3 days

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I wonder what it's like to be the heir to a tryant High Lord.

A child to a horrible parent.

To grow up by their side, knowing as a kid what they're doing isn't right, but not knowing what's wrong.

To never be good enough, strong enough, powerful enough, brave enough, to never be right just existing .

No son of theirs would play an instrument made for people lesser than them, he should know he is above that.

No son of theirs would fly over their court using the wings he was born with, wings that showed his lesser heritage, he should know it isn't right to.

No son of theirs would grow to be kind in a court that wasn't made to be kind, he's the eldest of 7, he should know better than that.

No son of theirs would never just be a son, a child.

Forced into their position, no court would accept a half breed as High Lord, not unless he forced them, not if he wore a mask of his father, turning into him without even realising it with every passing day till he forgot who he was and became his father. Forgotten was the boy who liked to fly outside at night, the one who befriended others way below him as his father would say, gone was the boy who gave bastards a chance at friendship.

What would the court think if they knew their High Lord never even wanted to be one? He had to keep up his appearance, sit on a throne and demand a family with no home to give him something every two years. He hadn't learn anything on how to be a High Lord, he'd never wanted to be, content on being in a warband writing poetry, playing his fiddle for his friends to enjoy, friends his father would not consider good enough. Gone was the boy who felt joy at the simplest of things, not a little boy but still not a right man, even after knowing what he shouldn't do, ended up doing most of it while wanting to be different.

Then there is the heir who wears his own mask of indifference, he knows what his father does is wrong, and his act is to protect himself the best he could from the father who tortures his sons, the husband who beats his wife. Ordering his younger brothers like they are his hounds, losing his relationship with his favorite one because "Half" comes before brother. All he can do is hope he doesn't end up like his father.

But when does a mask turn into who you are? Who you were lost in the ruins of what was meant to be your childhood.

A victim in their story, a villain to whoever sees from the outside.

I wonder what it it's like to be the heir of a tryant High Lord, because from outside, it just looks like a High Lord who will never be good enough.

Because for me, that box is already crossed, to never be good enough, a child to a horrible parent, I can feel myself slipping behind my own mask.

A phrase that shouldn't be an insult is already coined as one.

"You act like your father"

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spacerockfloater · 22 days

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Okay, but why did every High Lord bring one, maybe two companions to the meeting, while Rhysand and Feyre invited all of their pals and extended family? And allowed them to speak as if any of them has any real experience on ruling a court or actual authority to do so? That was so fucking wild. And the other High Lords just, accepted it? Out of fear? You’re telling me that six fucking High Lords couldn’t put Rhysand in his place, when it is canon that Tamlin alone can rival him?

And they all willingly helped bring Rhysand back? You’re telling me no one thought that “Hey, maybe we’re better off without him!”? Even though he was evil personified and a fucking pain in everyone’s ass? Aren’t the High Lords supposedly cunning and selfish? Was no one afraid that he might come back with a sliver of their power like Feyre did? Not even a knife to my throat could convince me to help resurrect that winged rat. I’d throw a ball celebrating his death the moment I got back in my court.

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mika-no-sekai-blog · 5 months

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Word count: 1400+

Warnings: mentions of blood, depression, description of wound

In books there's no mention of Tamlin being able to winnow, but for the sake of story, let's pretend he can, okay?😉

Part II

You lived in a small cottage deep in the woods of Spring Court, far away from other fae. It wasn't like you hated them, they hated you. Most of the creatures living in this area avoided you, believing you had quite great powers and vicious nature, cursing anybody who crossed your way.

The rumours couldn't be further from the truth, but it didn't bother you what they said about you. You loved silence, enjoying every second of your lonely life in the heart of the nature.

You had several friends that used to stop by from time to time and brought you news, so you heard about everything that happened to your High Lord. You heard rumours about him going crazy, spending his days devastating his land in a form of horrific monster. You heard that fae ran away from this doomed Court. Last of your friends came to bid you farewell just few days ago trying to convince you to run away too. But why should you?

You lived alone, not caring about the outside world. You didn't care about what's happening out there, you didn't care about your High Lord nor the upcoming war. It had no meaning in your life. Feelings like hate, fear or love were just words with no particular meaning. And so the time passed slowly.

Fresh morning air brought smell of rain through the open window. Last night rained and the sound of raindrops on the roof of cottage lulled you to sleep. With bright smile you got up, changed and cleaned your room. Today it should be a nice sunny day. The intoxicating scent of flowers beckoned you out. Quickly you ran through your herb stocks and made a list of missing ones. You took small basket and went out to collect what you needed. Birds sang above your head as you bent down to tear off some chamomile flowers.

A roar thundered through the forest, making all birds fling away. You looked around with caution. Another roar shook the trees. And another. Now you knew where it was coming from. Quickly, but quietly you ran in that direction. It's in your nature to help to those who needed it. And this with no doubt sounded like somebody needed your help.

You ran up a hill ending in a cliff. And there down in a narrow valley on the other bank of small stream was lying the biggest beast you'd ever seen. Body of bear, head of wolf with antlers, his eyes were clenched in pain. On his side you could see deep wound, blood flowed in thin rivulets into the water. You didn't waste a second, climbed down and ran to its side. As you got closer, the beast opened its eyes and looked at you with a growl, showing off rows of sharp fangs. You halted and held up your hands.

"It's okay. You see? I'm not going to hurt you. I want to help you. Will you let me take a look?" you spoke to the beast in a soothing voice as you slowly step by step got closer. The beast growled again, but it put its head back on the ground. Green eyes never left yours, watching you with caution. Slowly you bent down. "Can I?" you gestured to the wound. It took few heartbeats, but the beast nodded slightly.

You knelt down between enormous paws, trying to ignore the dagger-like claws that could turn you into shreds of flesh in less than minute and examined the wound. It was so deep you could see its bones and even though it'd already begun to heal, it had to be treated. You bit down your lower lip. You needed to get the beast to your cottage, but it's too big and couldn't walk on its own in this state.

"It's quite deep. I need bandages and salve, but I don't have it all with me now. I'd need to go home. You are too big and heavy, so I can't take you with me.." you started to explain.

"Where?" a male's voice rasped.

"What?" you questioned, not sure if you really heard it.

The beast blinked. "Where?"the voice repeated with great effort. You lips parted in surprise.

"Well.. My cottage is about a kilometer to the north east from here."

"'Know the place," it breathed out. "Hold on to me."

You weren't so stupid to think, it's a real speaking beast. If nothing else, its eyes gave you enough hint. Of course, it's a high fae, a shape-shifter. And it seemed he could even winnow, so you did as he told you and took his paw with both of your hands. In a blink of an eye you were back in your cottage. Your head spun after the winnow, but you ignored it. Quickly you brought everything you could need and started to work on him. After few minutes the wound was bandaged and bleeding had stopped as well.

"I'm done," you announced. "It will take some time to completely heal. You can stay here until you will be able to move again." You wiped your hands clean while the beast just was laying, eyes narrowed, lost in his thoughts. He didn't seem to be in pain anymore. "Would you like something to drink?" you asked him gently, peeking on him.

His eyes concentrated on you once again, roaming around your face and then down your body. There was so much sadness in them. He just shook his head. "So I will let you take some rest," you nodded. "If you change your mind or it hurts you, tell me." The beast snorted and his eyes once again stared into the distance, returning to whatever he was thinking about before.

Several days passed since you found the wounded beast and brought him to your cottage. He didn't want to eat nor drink and that made you worry. He didn't speak, answering you only with small nods, his gaze was unfocused. He just lay on the floor where he winnowed to, like a lifeless object, stuffed animal. Even his wound was closing slower than it should.

You believed that everything had its time. If he wanted to talk about what bothered him, he would already say something. It wasn't your place to stick your nose into other's troubles. But still you were worried about him. You even heard him cry in his sleep last night.

Every day you checked on his wound, applied the salve and wrapped it into clean bandages and today wasn't different. Before, you let him be after tending the wound, but not today. He needed help and you were more than ready to offer your help even though he didn't ask for it.

You made him tea and set the bowl in front of him. It would be easier if he turned back into his normal form, but it couldn't be helped. Maybe he was too weak to do so. You sat down next to him and in silence ran your fingers through the fur on his shoulder. He sighed and closed eyes. You didn't talk, just continued to stroke his shoulder. After few minutes he dipped his tongue in the bowl and drank a bit. His sad green eyes turned to you, watching you carefully.

"You don't have to do this," he rasped.

"I know," you answered gently. He huffed. His eyes roamed around the room as if it was the first time he noticed.

"For vicious witch, you live quite peacefully. Silently I'd say." Now it's time for you to huff.

"You shouldn't believe everything you hear."

"Everyone runs from this doomed Court. Why don't you do so too? Aren't you scared of High Lord?" His voice sounded so empty, without any feelings.

"I don't care about what's happening out there," you answered evasively.

"Hmm," he hummed. "Did you hear about his fiancée and the best friend? They ran away from him too. He certainly must be a monster." He watched you out of the corner of his eye.

"Maybe," you shrugged. "I've never met him. I would prefer to make my own opinion on him."

"I see," he drank some more of the tea and then stayed silent. His eyes were again sad and unfocused and you didn't press him more. However you continued to caress his fur without thinking. Soon enough his eyes closed and he fell asleep.

He slept for the rest of the day. You checked on him before going to the bed, but he was still fast asleep curled up into a ball. That night he seemed to rest peacefully without any haunting dreams.

In the morning when you came down, he was gone.

#tamlin #tamlin x reader #tamlin x you #tamlin acotar #tamlin fanfiction #acotar fanfiction #acotar #spring court #high lord tamlin #high lord of spring court #sarah j maas #tamlinweek #tamlin week #pro tamlin #tamlin angst

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readychilledwine · 2 months

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✨️What Readychilledwine's favorite SJM males would call you✨️

💝Just a little headcanon of what my favorite males would call you as their mate. This is part 1 because tumblr limits how many images you can post 💝

Warning - she's long because of the fanart, but I figured we all deserve some eye candy today

(P.s. fanart is credited unless I could not find the creator, if you happen to know, please comment so I can add it.)

✨️Acotar✨️

Aside from Azriel, all fanart in this section is from our beloved Mads Schofield. The Azriel fanart is from Zoe Holland

RHYSAND :

💜 darling, love, high lady, my star 💜

Cassian :

❤️sweetheart, babe, wifey, princess ❤️

Azriel :

💙 my salvation, dove, angel, sweetness, amor💙

Eris:

🔥my fox, little lady, my spark, my love, my fire🔥

Lucien:

🧡my lady, kitten, honeybee, beautiful, my best half🧡

Tamlin :

💚petal, my rose, my lady, my dear, little Wife 💚

Tarquin :

🐚seashell, princess, my better half, treasure, my pearl🐚

Helion

☀️ temptress, my sunflower, sunspark, my queen☀️

💝💝Peep part 2 for Crescent City and Throne of Glass💝💝

General taglist:

@hnyclover @glitterypirateduck @slytherinindisguise @mischiefmanager @bloodicka @starsinyourseyes @the-sweet-psycho @mariahoedt @rinalouu @sarawritestories @starryhiraeth @starswholistenanddreamsanswered @cumuluscranium @loneliestluvr

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teddyhoneybear · 9 days

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| 𝓒𝓪𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓶𝓪𝓲

#acotar #calanmai #the great rite #fire night #feyre archeron #a court of thorns and roses #moodboard #acotar moodboard #high lord of spring #high lord tamlin #high lord #tamlin week #tamlin week 2024 #tumblr ruined the quality #lucien vanserra #pro tamlin

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onerainydayatthespringcourt · 8 months

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Rhysand: *pretends to team up with Amarantha, who enslaved all of Prythian and regularly tortures and kills people according to her whims, in order to keep the secret subgroup of his citizens safe that nobody knows about. And later reveals that he was good all along*

Prythian: Wooo! Rhysand rocks!!

Tamlin: *fights against Amarantha and for Prythian for 50 years straight, even lets people that he cares dearly for sacrifice themselves for the cause, which eventually leads to the curse being broken, saving everyone in Prythian from Amarantha. Then he momentarily pretends to team up with Hybern, but reveals that it was a ploy to get intel on Hybern and all of it also served the purpose of keeping all of Prythian safe*

Prythian: Booo!! How are we supposed to trust you now? You seem evil and we believe Rhysand over you!

I’ve got to ask: Why do people think this mess of a plotline makes sense? 😀

#anti sjm #anti feyre #anti rhysand #anti feysand #pro tamlin #a court of thorns and roses #a court of mist and fury #a court of wings and ruin #high lords of prythian #high lords meeting #high lord tamlin #high lord rhysand #onerainydayatthespringcourt

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yaralulu · 3 days

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@lorcandidlucienwill I cannot stop thinking about your tamlin post of him possibly abdicating his throne so I wanna share my two cents on this.

While you’re probably gonna end up being right, I really do hope you’re wrong lol.The main thing I wanna see with tamlin is him healing and tamlin abdicating his throne and “quitting” just feels like he’s giving up on his people,his court and himself and nothing about that screams healing to me.I think tamlin is deeply connected to his people and his lands and a big part of his healing journey should be him embracing and making peace with his high lord position—as well as regaining the trust of his people and rebuilding the spring court.Tamlin has shown that he cherishes his people deeply and everything he does is for them and I don’t believe he’d abandon them so easily.He is a good high lord,he just needs to accept his place and find some peace and enjoyment in it.I believe tamlin healing is deeply connected to the spring court healing and vice versa.One won’t happen without the other.

Right now tamlin’s too deep in his own shit to see what’s really going on around him so I think it’s a lot more complicated than “he has no interest in ruling over spring anymore”.He doesn’t want to be alive anymore and him living in his beast form is basically his way of fulfilling that without completely fucking up the spring court and leaving his people with nothing.Once he’s out of this depressive episode(because really that’s what it is)the one thing that’ll keep him going will be his court and the effort of trying to be better for them after failing them so terribly.Tamlin healing through the SC and the SC healing through tamlin is what I wanna see happen and it would be much more fulfilling than him giving up and handing his court to someone else —or worse him dying.

And as much as I love lucien and I know that he would make a great high lord,I don’t believe spring would flourish under the rule of some guy whose half autumn half day.They need tamlin— someone who has spring literally running through his veins and blood, someone who is connected to the very lands and core of the spring court.Tamlin has lived in the forests and has dug his hands through the literal ground of his lands.He IS the spring court.

Now do I think SJM will do tamlin’s story justice? Absolutely not but a girl can dream 😁!!

#“I wanna share my two cents on this” I just wrote 3 full paragraphs #i am curious on what fellow tamlin stans wish for tamlin #let me know 🙏#ultimately i just want him to be happy #and i just happen to hope that doesn’t involve him giving up #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #a court of silver flames #acosf #tamlin acotar #pro tamlin #spring court #high lord tamlin #anti sjm #sjm critical

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bombitart · 4 months

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Feyre hunting Tamlin in the forest from “A Court of Thorns and Roses” by Sarah J. Maas.

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loneliestluvr · 1 month

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i long for the spring court I SAID IT IM SORRY—

UGH IDK CAUSE I LOVE CASSIAN SO MUCH BUT THE SPRING COURT HONESTLY JUST— as long as lucien is there it’ll be okay. tamlin is like my twin so as hot as he probably is, it would just look like we were siblings.

like… uhhhh yes??? i would thrive. books, sunshine, fresh air, sunbathing, swimming in pools of starlight, good food, lucien vanserra <33 yeah, im down.

#acotar #a court of thorns and roses #tamlin #high lord tamlin #spring court #prythian #lucien vanserra #its mostly just for lucien #so maybe the day court instead #please catch me a fish vandaddy #lucien vandaddy

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fourteentrout · 6 days

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Tamlin Week Day 7: Free Day

Style Swap

“Hello there, little flower.”

My last contribution to @tamlinweek! Tamlin if he had a personality and aesthetic more like Rhys. I would so read a fic with like a personality swap au or something, it’s such an interesting concept to me.

#my art #digital art #acotar #fanart #a court of thorns and roses #tamlin #tamlin acotar #tamlin week #tamlin week 2024 #tamlinweek2024 #style swap #aesthetic swap #personality swap au #tamlin a court of thorns and roses #high lord tamlin #rhysand

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achaotichuman · 6 months

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Spring symbolizes rebirth. It symbolizes going into the summer. Spring is life springing forth out of the ground again. A gift from the Gods.

Spring symbolizes rebirth, and birth is messy, painful, at times terrifying. Spring symbolizes going into the summer, it also symbolizes coming out from the cold death of winter. It symbolizes resilience, determination and strength. Spring symbolizes life springing from the ground again, a reward for a job well done.

Spring can be dark, cold, rainy and messy. Mud will stain the hem of your trousers, or your dress. It will cover your boots. Spring will soak you with rain. Winds will sweep through the lands like tidal waves and spread golden, itchy pollen through the air that will stick to your skin and never want to let go. Spring can seem miserable.

But no one will care for the mud staining their clothes. No one will care about their rain-slicked skin, or the pollen that sticks to them.

Because this Spring was gift. You survived, you made it through the winter, you were not claimed by death's hand.

Spring means you won.

#spring court #spring #acotar #pro tamlin #high lord tamlin #spring court aesthetic #spring can be beautiful #it can also seem like misery #but it is a season of victory

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taymartiart · 8 months

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Some Tam&Lu based on @thrumugnyr designs 🌿🌱

#spring court #tamlin x lucien #acotar #maasverse #Tamlin #high lord tamlin #high lord of the spring court #lucien vanserra

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lorcandidlucienwill · 19 days

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*breathing heavily* prythian land is dying so the HL have to perform Calanmai quick and in order to save the land they need to do it together and then they all fuck uhm uhm uhm in their beast forms because godamnit i will see these forms one way or another

Might I suggest we add Feyre in too? She’s got the magic of all seven courts, after all.

REVERSE HAREM MONSTERFUCKING. REVERSE HAREM MONSTERFUCKING. REVERSE HAREM MONSTERFUCKING.