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Okayyyy making dividers is my new obsession...so here's one's for @tamlinweek 🫣 Celtic vibes, Spring, some are a little dark and moody and some are rustic. Hell yeah.

Credit is appreciated but not required!

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WHY IS HE SO HOT???

Day 4 • Hair 🌼 @tamlinweek

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Day 3 • Polycules & Platonics ☘️ @tamlinweek

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Day 4 of @tamlinweek - Powers

Being able to shapeshift himself AND other people is op actually. If only SJM let him unleash his full potential!

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A little late, but my submission for @tamlinweek Day 2! I figured they would go all out on the nature themes for Calanmai, so this is a rendition on that. It was fun, and I envy whoever got to paint him up lol

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@tamlinweek day 1: forgiveness / change

HAPPY TAMLIN WEEK 💐🎉 i made this piece of tam and little tam based on a poem i really liked 🥺

life is unpredictable, it changes with the seasons even your coldest winter happens for the best of reasons and though it feels eternal like all you'll ever do is freeze i promise spring is coming and with it brand new leaves

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So what if I said not only is SJM’s writing contributing to anti-intellectualism/anti-education in the world as well as lack of empathy through shitty storytelling, racism, sexism, homophobia, etc., but ALSO because the only characters who support the arts and are interested in the pursuit of knowledge in ACOTAR are Tamlin and Lucien, and to some extent Nesta, Gwyn and Emerie who are then demonized for it

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Wild, bestial, untamed, long hair he never cuts and a scruff on his jawline giving him a bit of a wildness is how I picture Tamlin, High Lord of the Court of Spring from ACOTAR. I had to draw him in the shimmering pool, it's such a beautiful scene and I wanted to incorporate that in there. The bracers suggest his warrior side, with delicate floral patterns reminiscent of the blooms of spring.

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OPHELIA

The Lady of Spring Court Fanfiction

“For more than a thousand years her sweet madness has murmured its ballad to the evening breeze.”

Ophelia loved things that are simple. She loved the carrot cake with creme that her mother makes on her birthday, the soft silk of her favorite nightgown, the songs about lost loves the court bards used to sing, the pointless argument with her brothers on lazy evenings—the mundane things that make her day, the things she can replace and be without.

It was all that is meant for girls like her, for daughters that will never measure against their father’s sons. A life so simple and fleeting, like their existence.

SUMMARY

It was no secret they are rarely willing.

The ladies of the Prythian courts share the same fate, no matter how willful and worthy they are. All born to be buried beneath the weight of a throne they never wanted, rotting behind close doors like flowers abandoned in the roadside.

She will not have it.

Caged in a gilded court, näive Ophelia thought she was doing the right thing by agreeing to marry the High Lord. What little girl did bot dream of their own fairy tale, with a prince—a High Lord—to carry them off to a happy ever after? But the illusion of love quickly shatters, when she realized that she had bound herself to a male whose love can only destroy and conquer.

Now Ophelia must shed the skin of a girl, her madness like a sickness infecting the soul, to protect what is left of her before her husband takes it away too.

She will not be just another nameless consort.

She will not just be someone’s dead mother.

Ophelia wishes to be remembered, even in her tragedy. Even as a ghost.

OPHELIA of SPRING

While neither her devotion nor her defiance could save her from the inevitable in the end, if only one listens closely, in the rustling of the leaves and the soft flowing of the river, they might still hear the echo of a female who refused to be forgotten.

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Someone said, “with big boobs too” and I thought, Feyre with big boobs? AND THEN I REALIZED ITS ABOUT TAMLIN!

Miss girl really fumbled so bad 😮‍💨

Can't believe feyre fumbled a tall blonde neurodiverse nature nerd like how do u fuck up that badly girl

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I have lots of memes still in my camera roll.

Tamlin remains unbothered.

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the way haymitch must have seen it as all his ghosts coming back to haunt him at once when katniss walked onto the train with the face of burdock and asterid, the pin of maysilee, the voice of lenore dove, and a background so devastatingly similar to his own. of course sweetheart slipped out. and of course he did everything he could to keep her alive

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Everyone go grab a TAMLIN BODY PILLOW!

I repeat! TAMLIN BODY PILLOW!!

in light of recent events in the community i've created this in hopes to clear my name

no idk tamlin body pillow supplier but HE MIGHT HE MIGHT

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MY TAMLIN WIP

because I planned this a long time ago, and only found the motivation to write it out recently

He stared at his hands all the way to the camp, tracing the callouses with his fingers. Callouses from his fiddle, from spending his days seated on the window sill, writing nonsense in his leather notebook he was not allowed to bring with him. The sword will ruin his hands. He might even lose some fingers, or crack a nail.

He thought about how long before he could play again, or worse, how he may never play again.

The thought made him physically ill. He cringed forward, clutching his hands over his chest, as if protecting it from what is to come.

Before he knew it, he was doubling over, his father standing over him.

The soldiers lined up behind them in a perfect formation, their eyes not looking at him but ahead. As if his humiliation was not even worth breaking their orders. Not entertaining enough.

"Your mother made you soft," Lord Diarmiud said through gritted teeth.

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someone on reddit wrote this analogy in defense of tamlin’s magical outbursts, and i felt inclined to share it:

It's hard to picture this because magic powers don't exist in the real world, but how about this: imagine you're trying to deal with anxiety or anger by bouncing a ball against a wall. Thinking of something that made you really angry, you throw the ball super hard and it bounces off the wall and hits someone you love. Did you mean to hit them? No. Are you suddenly abusive because of it? No, it was an accident and you lost control of the ball

The second time it happens, the person you love is egging you on, despite knowing you have lost control of the ball in the past, but then they purposely get in the way of the ball so they can hurt themselves and go around telling people you're abusive because they hit you with a ball.

another person mentioned the difference between an action and a reaction, which i also think is important:

The only problem I have with this example is that throwing a ball is an action, whereas Tamlin's outburst is a reaction. During his outbursts, Tamlin was completely frozen, unable to move, therefore unable to act. So I came up with a bit of a different analogy a while ago: I imagine Tamlin, in severe emotional distress, taking a step back and accidentally pushing a bookshelf filled with books, which then falls on Feyre, hurting her in the process. That way we can somewhat maintain Tam's frozen state, which I think is important for the context of the outburst, since many people like to argue that Tam basically hit Feyre, which is impossible to do in a frozen state.

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sorry for the repost🧎🏻‍♀️🧃