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At the High lord’s meeting.
Rhysand to Tamlin- “You are worth nothing, your life is worth nothing and I hate your very guts.”
Tamlin- “How can you hate my guts when you couldn’t even reach them?”
Everyone- *Gasps in unison.*
Rhysand- *Red faced and furious* “If you didn’t love everything I chose to give you, why did you keep crawling back?”
Tamlin- “Because I shape-shifted your dick to be utterly perfect and I didn’t want to give up all my hard work.”
Lucien- *Spits out his drink.*
Tamlin- “Never did change it back either, did I? Tell me Feyre are you enjoying what I gave him?”
Helion and Eris- *Exchange bet money.*
The rest of the High lords- *Adamantly staring the floor, refusing to laugh.*
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Some Tamlin/Rhysand fluff for Rhysand Week Day 4: Court of Dreams.
@officialrhysandweek
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“Hurry up!” Rhysand called over his shoulder.
“It’s a lot harder when you aren’t cheating,” Tamlin panted. He moved forward doggedly, each step sending his foot crashing through the powdery snow until it hit the rock a foot down. His boots and the bottoms of his pants were soaking wet.
“It’s not cheating. I’m just using my natural advantages,” Rhysand replied loftily. With each step, he flapped his wings, giving him just enough lift that his feet didn’t break through the thin crust on the top of the snow. His light, almost non-existent footprints were a sharp contrast to the trough that Tamlin was creating. “Do you need a break?”
“No,” Tamlin answered, clearly annoyed by Rhysand’s mocking tone. “You said we’re almost there, right?”
“Almost.”
They were hiking up the tallest mountain in the Night Court. Up here, the air was thin and frigid. It burned the lungs and set fire to the skin. Few dared to venture up this far. The mountainside was a barren white field except for small patches of crystal snowflowers. The flowers grew on the surface of the snow, their roots stretching to the bare rock and extracting minerals from it. They were sharp and transparent, and appeared to be completely inorganic. However, once picked, they wilted away into nothing in seconds.
Finally, Rhysand reached the peak. A few minutes later, Tamlin reached it as well. He flopped down in the snow next to Rhysand, creating a fae-shaped crater that faintly steamed. Rhysand grinned. “Are you okay?” he teased as he sat down.
“No, I hate you,” Tamlin grumbled, eliciting a laugh from Rhysand. It constantly amazed him, how charming Tamlin was when he wasn’t trying.
Once recovered, Tamlin sat upright and took in his surroundings. Rhysand watched him, a fond smile breaking through his sardonic exterior, as Tamlin’s eyes widened and he gasped in awe. From here, one could see the harsh mountains and dark forests that made up the land of perpetual night. Here and there, glittering lights from cities and villages announced themselves, betraying that the gloomy land was active and bustling. In front of them, the ocean lapped at the distant shoreline of the Night Court. Behind them was the distant glow of Day.
“It’s beautiful,” Tamlin breathed.
“Yes, it is.” Rhysand was not looking at the view.
Tamlin shivered; now that he was no longer straining himself, the cold was leeching into him. Rhysand splayed out an arm and a wing, inviting Tamlin to huddle against his side. The Spring prince obliged, tucking himself against Rhysand and sighing in relief when the warm bat wing closed around him. Even here, as far from his home as possible, Tamlin smelled like sunshine and roses.
“I wish I could stay here forever,” Tamlin mumbled. His cold nose was pressed to Rhysand’s throat, his words a soft puff of warm air on his collarbone.
I wish you could too, Rhysand thought, but it was impossible. Tamlin was too brash, too honest, too impulsive to survive here. The Night Court would eat him alive.
“Nobody wants to stay here,” he said instead. “You belong in Spring.”
Tamlin fell silent. A thought probed at the edge of Rhysand’s mind. He usually didn’t bother trying to read Tamlin’s mind; it felt like an invasion of privacy, especially since Tamlin’s mental shields were so poor. Curious, Rhysand let the thought through. He smiled and pressed his lips against the top of Tamlin’s head.
“I belong with you.”
#acotar#a court of thorns and roses#tamsand#tamlin#rhysand#rhyslin#rhysand week#rhysand week 2023#rhysandweek2023#fanfic#my fic#I been busyyyyyyyyyy and didn't have time to write a FULL FIC#so yall get this lil bit of fluffy nonsense instead#not even going on ao3 lmao#ALSO I DECIDED THAT IT'S ALWAYS NIGHT IN NIGHT COURT#BECAUSE THAT'S FUN
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Tamlin Week is this month!
Can you believe it!! It's April 1st, which means we are officially in the month of Tamlin Week, which will be April 14-20! It'll be here any day now, so make sure you're working on your submissions to have them ready in time!
Click here for our pinned post with the guidelines and prompts
Still unsure what to make? Click here for a list of ways to participate in Tamlin Week!
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#acotar#a court of thorns and roses#tamlin#pro tamlin#tamlin week#tamlin week 2024#tamlinweek#tamlinweek2024#tamcien#tamlain#neslin#feylin#tamsand#rhyslin#tamris
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And Tamlin knew, the moment Rhysand‘s eyes flickered, when his body tensed, that Rhysand would need something only Tamlin could give.
I hope the link will work 😂
I would love to thank to @goforth-ladymidnight for reading my fic and making suggestions! 💜 Thank you so much, I appreaciate your words so, so much!
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rn my guilty pleasure is Rhysand x Tamlin
Like… why is he so obsessed with Tamlin?
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Interesting how Tamlin (I think) still holds onto a dagger Rhysand gave him when they were friends.
Oh? I don't remember this but that's so tragic. I always think of Tamsand when I listen Aquilo's Silhouette. Like they are now just shadows of men in the shape of the boys they used to be
I think they both carry so much trauma from what happened. More than anyone they relate and have had paralleling experiences but they can't share in that. Memories they can't forget but don't want to remember 💔
Some people don't know this but I have pairs I talk about and write often not because I love them but because I find them interesting and preferable to canon. Eg Nesta and Rhysand.
But there are also pairs I hardly talk about that I really like. Feyre and Cassian, Lucien and Tarquin, Cresseida and Eris.
Tamsand is a pairing I have lots of feels for but I don't talk much about.
So thanks for bringing this up. It's not surprising given their history but I guess I just didn't remember?
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Y'all should be scared of my crackships
I'm going through some old documents/wips and so far we have
2 Rowis (Rowan x Eris) fanfictions - one modern, one somehow set in Elyria?? Idk how Eris got there exactly but he did haha.
1 Cassandra (Cassian x Lysandra) fanfic, and a bunch of head cannons for them
and last but not least:
Rhyslin. No, not Rhysand x Tamlin. Rhysand x Aelin. Yep.
Anyways which ones of these would y'all read 👀
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Link to your acotar fic on ao3?
A Court of Lies and Resurrection is the finished fic
A Court of Exile and Reclamation is the unfinished, somewhat abandoned sequel that nonetheless has one of my favorite pieces I've written of ACOTAR fic in it!
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part 3/6 of rare ship requests :))
#acotar#moriel#rhyslin#azriel shadowsinger#mor#rhysand#tamlin#helion#lady of autumn#sjmaas#fanart#my art
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the fact that aelin and rhys are the same person but different font just sits so right with my very being. both being:
arrogant/cocky
self sacrificing pricks that want to carry the burden of everything by themselves
geniuses at creating jaw dropping plans that leave their friends with anxiety
courtiers that know how to put a show
have immaculate and expensive taste in everything; clothes, houses, house decor, food and etc
both have gone through so much trauma for years (centuries for Rhys) it's actually insane, one after another the world really said they haven't gone through enough.
but what the difference between them is what i love the most. aelin was saved by her mate while rhys was the one saving his mate.
this contrast shows how much saving Rhys actually needs through aelin's experience and how aelin despite everything would have put everything aside to help someone get through something if needed be through Rhys's story.
and i love how towards the end of both of their stories, they both save and got saved by their mates and both saved their court/kingdom without giving up.
in conclusion: RHYSLIN SUPREMACY 😌
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Stupid little headcanon.
Yk imagine if Rhys's mom was actually a massive Tamsand shipper who just ADORED Tamlin, and because he could shapeshift would use him as a model for all her dresses. Would watch her son and Tamlin interact and also saw that Tamlin made big, wide eyes at the ring her mother had given her to pass onto her children, and knew he would like it as an engagement ring, and also knew he would be able to absolutely SLAUGHTER the weaver.
In conclusion, Rhys' mother made those dresses for Tamlin, and hid the ring for Tamlin.
And the reason Feyre fit the dresses so perfectly was because Rhys' mother actually made SO MANY DIFFERENT DRESSES because Tam could shapeshift any body type, and Rhys just picked out the ones in Feyre's size.
#rhys' mom and tamlin's mom had monthly meetings to plain their sons' wedding#oh they just love each other so much they will TOTALLY get together#the og tamsand shippers fr#acotar#pro tamlin#tamlin#rhysand#tamsand#rhyslin#acotar headcanons#acotar au
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And I pull up to your place, on the second floor
And you're standin', smiling at the door
And I'm sure I've seen much hotter men
But I really can't remember when
For Rhysand Week Day 6: Pastimes. Because Rhysand and Tamlin give me such "exes who can't stop hooking up" vibes.
@officialrhysandweek
#acotar#a court of thorns and roses#rhysand#tamlin#tamsand#rhyslin#rhysand week#rhysand week 2023#rhysandweek2023#my edits#tamlin is DOWN BAD#tamlin: yes i know that he's my ex but can't two people reconnect???#andras lucien and the entireity of spring court: NO!!! STOP!!!#also yes both my rhysand week contributions were olivia rodrigo songs#I listen to the radio when I drive and her songs are EVERYWHERE
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Tamlin Week starts next month!
Where does the time go? It's almost spring, which means Tamlin Week is almost here!
It seems like a lot of time but it really isn't, make sure that you're planning and working on your Tamlin Week submissions. It'll be here before you know it!
#acotar#a court of thorns and roses#tamlin#pro tamlin#tamlin week#tamlin week 2024#tamlinweek#tamlinweek2024#feylin#tamcien#tamsand#rhyslin#neslin#tamlain#brilin
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I forgot to mention at some point that I start a Dalish Inquisitor, so here’s a ton of shit about them.
Their name is Rhyslin, they are 22, and they are trans. Their natural hair color is a medium brown, but since they were “spying” on the Conclave, they dyed it obnoxiously red. Which makes for all sorts of WTF later when the dye washes out. (Dorian is personally glad that the red wasn’t their actual hair color.)
Their in-game romance is Dorian, and he flirted with both Cassandra and Iron Bull in the early days. But I headcanon that he’s in a closed triad with Dorian and Cullen, which has the Orleasan members of the Inquisition making snide jokes when they think that no one is paying attention. (Leliana is always paying attention though.)
He and Krem start the Grumpy Trans Boys club, which they are the only members of until they let Sera join, not because she’s trans, but because Krem argues that all good clubs need a sassy lesbian and Rhyslin was drunk enough at the time to agree. Rhys also saves the Chargers without hesitation, because Krem has become one of his best friends and he won’t let him go without a fight. (Krem is also a great cuddler and on nights that Dorian and Cullen don’t make it up to Rhys’s room because “work”, Krem stays to keep him company. Sera occasionally joins.)
#dragon age inquisition#da inquisition#dalish inquisitor#trans inquisitor#rhyslin lavellan#rhyslin has a chronic dabbing problem too#video game: dai#character: smol elf son
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What are your thoughts on tamsand? (Tamlin and rhysand ship?)
Hi
As a reader I'd be willing to give anything a try honestly. A good author can work wonders.
And it being friends to enemies to lovers aka The Best Type of enemies to lovers? Amazing
But I wouldn't write it only because I have an own work where two characters have to kinda work around the "my family killed your family and you got revenge" and I found it really difficult at times.
Of course the friends part would change a lot but I already have sooo much to work on I can't even consider this😅
However if you have recs or your own work you wanna share, or even just wanna ramble and chat about it, please come back!
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Writing Excerpt From Today
(Did you know I’m also writing a fanfic set in the ACOTAR universe? You can find the first in the series here, and I’m currently writing the sequel fic here... and that’s what I worked on today)
“You are not going!” Lucien was shouting, and that was alone gave away that Tamlin was not in a place of fear or anger, if Lucien felt able to push back.
They called him a good influence on Tamlin, a balm to the famously irrational, unreasonable, dangerously violent temper. Maybe he was that, in the end. Maybe Tamlin’s temper had always been from being pushed and pressed under the weight of failure and expectation, and when circumstance took all of that away from him, a different male stepped out of the remains of the shattered mask.
Rhys stopped with the door cracked open, swathed his own mind in shields to hide his presence even from his mate, and shamelessly eavesdropped.
“I am going!” Tamlin did not quite shout back, but he wasn’t far off. “He will not frighten me so much I must hide in my Court like a youngling behind its mother’s skirts! I have seen him at his weakest, too, you know! I have seen him exactly as exposed as he has seen me!”
Calm, Rhysand, he thought to himself. If he let himself get angry or jealous at the thought, Tamlin would know he was here.
“I am aware,” Lucien said icily. “Of all of us I am the one least surprised by his renewed interest in you, he never stopped. But this isn’t Eris just wanting to take you to bed, Tam, this is… this is something much bigger, and worse!”
“I have stared down the High Queen of Prythian herself,” Tamlin said softly. “I can take this. I-I turned on Amarantha when I knew what would happen when I did, for Rhys, to save… I would have done anything to save him, and that’s strength, isn’t it? I would have killed her for him, I tried… I have strength in me, Lucien! I can face Eris playing a petty game. I have taken a knife to Amarantha herself!”
“Cauldron damn your ego, Tamlin, you died when you did that!”
There was a quiet, and Tamlin’s temper began to burn along the mating bond, a sudden flush of hurt and anger and shame. Rhys caught a hint of an unguarded there are so many stars in Velaris and I saw them all when my heart stopped beating in Tamlin’s mind, and pulled back. He was eavesdropping, not trying to read his mind, after all.
“I did not die,” Tamlin said stiffly.
“As good as! You’re only alive because of the Morrigan running herself dry trying to heal your stupidity long enough, and the fact that the High Lord of the Night Court chose to love you more than he loved himself!”
Well, that wasn’t very nice.
“I know what Rhys did, what you-... what you both did. I have thanked you a thousand times for it, Lucien, I don’t see why-”
“I’m not asking for your thanks, you arse. I’m trying to say that Rhysand won’t always be there to save you, Tam, and you can’t walk into a dragon’s den assuming he’ll have his hand out for you!” There was a pause, and when Lucien spoke again, his voice was softer. “I’m trying to say that… that if it’s Eris… I can’t always be there to save you.”
#writing excerpt#writing#acotar#fanfic#fanfiction#a court of lies and resurrection#a court of exile and reclamation#did you know I wrote ACOTAR fanfiction too#well you do now#rhyslin#I have been told I have changed a lot of minds on Tamlin#acomaf#acowar#acofas#rhysand#tamlin
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