#BrokenButNotDefeated

[titaniaqueenoffairie]

Tamlin week: day 4: Powers

@tamlinweek

"Rise, Spring Beast"

Summery: Tamlin, broken and forgotten, stands on the edge of death, haunted by his past mistakes and losses. When even death refuses to claim him, he realizes the land still sees him as its High Lord. With nothing left to lose, he embraces the beast within and rises—not to be forgiven, but to reclaim his court with fury. Spring awakens, not with beauty—but with vengeance.

Trigger Warnings⚠️ : Suicidal ideation and attempt Self-harm (jumping from a cliff) Emotional trauma and PTSD Parental abuse and neglect Grief, abandonment, and betrayal Dark themes involving death, rage, and magical violence

Acknowledgment: The idea that Tamlin’s father knew Amarantha’s interest in him and used it as a political move was inspired by a brilliant theory originally shared by @booksnwriting

The forest is silent.

Tamlin stands still, unmoving in his beast form, his massive body hunched beneath the ghostly light that filters through the bare trees. He does not watch the woods—he merely faces them, as if waiting for them to speak. As if waiting for them to condemn him.

His mind is far away. Buried in memories.

He sees his father’s face—cold, violent, cunning. The same man who used him like a bargaining chip, who sold his strength to Hybern, who offered his own son to Amarantha as if he were no more than a token. He remembers his brothers—vultures in velvet—who would have killed him without a blink had they learned what truly brewed in his veins.

He remembers the night everything was torn away: his mother’s scream. The blood. The fire. The crown thrust onto his head like a curse.

He remembers fifty years of darkness beneath the cuuse. The cursed silence. The friends he’d sent to their deaths. The endless guilt.

And then… Feyre.

Feyre, who he loved. Feyre, who he believed would save him. Feyre, who took everything.

His court… His people... Lucien.

Even Lucien left because of her.

A cruel voice echoes in his head. Rhysand’s words—cutting, unforgiving: “You deserve to die alone.”

Tamlin’s claws dig into the damp earth. Rhysand. That bastard. If it hadn’t been for Tamlin, Rhysand would have been dead. Tamlin had every reason to not revive him and yet he did… he helped him—for Feyre? For Prythian? For what? So he could be mocked, pitied, scorned?

Maybe Rhysand was right.

Maybe he should die.

His court is in ruins. His magic falters. The land itself barely alive because of him.

He’s not just forgotten.

He’s useless.

He lowers his head. “Maybe the next High Lord will do better,” he mutters. “Maybe it’s time.”

A flutter of movement.

A tiny pixie lands gently on his antlers. Delicate, bright-eyed, curious. She stares at him as if he’s not a monster—but a part of the forest.

For a moment, he forgets how to breathe.

Slowly, painfully, he shifts into his fae form. The weight of his beast sheds, revealing ragged skin, hollow cheeks, eyes dimmed with years of agony. But the pixie does not flee. She stays. Now on his hand.

Then she takes off, fluttering through the trees.

She was leading him somewhere.

Something tugs at him. Curiosity, perhaps. Or the last thread of what was once hope. He follows.

Through the broken forest, past dying streams and silent glades, she leads him.

Until they reach it: a lake.

Pixies. Nixies. Goblins. All gathered around the water. And there—on the edge—a single, blackened tree. Burned during the Hybern attack. A reminder of all he failed to protect.

The pixie perches on the tree’s charred branch.

Tamlin stares.

The smallest of his people stayed and didn’t left.

She was asking him to fix the tree. She knew he was the high lord of this land and asked for his help.

Tamlin lifts his hand. A flicker of green light dances from his fingers.

The tree breathes. It groans. It blooms. Its branches stretch, wide and warm, sheltering the lake once more.

He breathes out. “At least I did one thing before I die.”

But the world… they won’t remember this.

They’ll remember the beast. The failure.

He walks.

Barefoot.

Aimless.

He finds a cliff. High. Jagged. Silent.

He doesn’t think.

He jumps.

To his death. To his peace.

The wind howls past him.

And yet—

He lives.

He crashes into the rocks. His body should have broken. But his power, his magic surges. Healing him. Binding him.

He screams.

“Is that what you fucking wanted?!” he roars to the skies. To the land “Is that why you chose me?! I ruined you! I destroyed you! What are you waiting for?! Just END ME!!”

Silence.

And then, a whisper—not from the wind, but from the land itself.

“You are not finished.”

The land won’t let him die… not until he fix all of that.

Tamlin realise

He staggers to his knees… Rage of years and years burning in his eyes.

Years of suffer and lost and betrayal !

“They think I’m a monster,” he breathes. “Let me be one, then.”

His voice steadies. “Let me be the beast they already believe I am.”

He rises.

“I’ll die. But not now. Not like this.”

“I’ll die with a sword in my hand and my enemies on their knees.” he decide

“If this land wants a High Lord…” His hands clench into fists. “Then I’ll be one.”

A pulse surges through the earth, once he finally trully accepted his fate as high lord to this land.

The trees shift.

The wind halts.

The land answers.

“I command you: rise, and take your place.”

The earth cracks open.

Vines slither.

Monsters of bark and bone crawl forth from burrows long-forgotten.

Spring magic roars.

Not gentle. Not floral.

Wild.

Deadly.

The Spring Court awakens—not with love, but with rage.

Tamlin lifts his face to the sky, his voice a whisper of ancient power: “You chose me. I never wanted this. But now—I accept.”

And power surges.

He stands at the edge of his court. The Night Court’s spies cross into Summer.

Rysand’s puppies wainting his fall.

He lifts a hand.

To protect this land.

Vines twist upward. Thick. Thorned. Beautiful from afar—terrifying up close. A wall forms.

A wall that no monster, no lover, no traitor shall cross.

Roses try to bloom.

They wither.

Only thorns remain.

Epilogue:

The sky above Spring Court is bruised with dusky light. The air hums with an unnatural stillness.

Lucien walks alone, through twisted paths of thorns. The trees whisper, alive with secrets.

He reaches the wall.

Massive. Towering.

Alive.

And yet—it parts for him.

As if the land itself remembers him.

He steps through, heart pounding. The forest watches him. No birds sing. Only rustles in the brush—green glowing eyes, bark-armored wolves.

The manor is barely recognizable. A husk of what once was.

In the main hall, Tamlin stands facing a shattered window. Broad shoulders. Straight spine. Still as stone.

“Oooh... So the land still sees you as a loyal citizen, after all,” Tamlin murmurs.

Lucien tenses. “What do you mean?”

“What is that wall? This magic? What happend exactly”

Tamlin turns. Slowly.

Eyes like no longer shining but instead dark green like emerald feeled by rage.

“That wall?” His voice is low. Calm.

“It stops those who carry ill will. Who no longer deserve what the land once gave freely.”

“What the hell happend Tamlin !”

The glamour drops.

The forest behind him moves.

Monsters—spirits of bark and vine, creatures older than any court—loom behind him, pulsing with life. Bowing to him with deep loyaltie.

“This,” Tamlin says, “is the true nature of Spring.”

Lucien staggers.

He doesn’t see the broken man anymore. Not the ghost, not the failure.

He sees something ancient.

Tamlin’s voice is quiet. Deadly.

“This is what it means to be the High Lord chosen by the land.”

And in Tamlin’s eyes— his friend’s eyes

Lucien sees it.

Not sorrow. Not love.

Rage.

Rage so deep it could reshape the world.

And gods help those who stand in its way.

[vibe-rantz-designs]

Elderwood Chronicles Chapter 3

The Fractured had grown used to silence. He had grown used to the weight of his own thoughts, the endless path stretching ahead without promise or purpose. But that day, something in the air changed. The wind shifted, carrying warmth instead of the usual cold. The trees swayed as if whispering a secret. And then—he saw her. She stood in the clearing like a dream he was afraid to wake from. Her presence was soft, yet strong, as though the world itself had bent gently around her. There was something familiar in her eyes, though he had never seen her before. She did not look at him with fear or pity. She saw him. “You’ve been walking a long time,” she said. He didn’t know how to respond. She stepped closer, and where her feet touched the ground, life seemed to stir beneath them. “Does it hurt?” He hesitated, then nodded. “It always does.” She reached out—not to fix him, not to erase his fractures, but to simply acknowledge them. He had forgotten what it felt like to be seen without judgment. For the first time in forever, the cracks within him didn’t feel so heavy. But before he could speak, something changed. The air around them trembled, and her expression shifted—not fear, but knowing. She closed her eyes, listening to something only she could hear. She sighed, a sound full of longing and quiet pain. “I have to go.” The Fractured stiffened. “Go?” “There’s something I have to do. Something important.” His body, fragile and broken, suddenly felt even more hollow. He had just met her. He had just begun to understand what it meant to feel warmth again. He clenched his fists. “Will you come back?” She stepped closer, placing a hand over the hollow space where his heart once was. “This is not goodbye,” she whispered. “Not forever.” And then, like the wind through the trees, she was gone. The silence returned, but it was different now. It was no longer empty. He was still The Fractured. He was still waiting. But for the first time, he wasn’t just waiting to endure—he was waiting to become. He turned to Ori, his voice steady. “Let’s keep going.” Read the full article

[maveric-works-list]

Echoes of Struggle:

A Journey Through Anxiety

In the shadows of despair, I tread,

Each day a burden, heavy as lead.

Twenty miles I walked, my feet worn,

Fired from work, my spirit torn.

Seeking solace in the library's embrace,

But even there, I can't find grace.

For my broken computer mocks my plight,

A year of silence, no end in sight.

Repair shops refuse, their promises vain,

Lies upon lies, my patience wanes.

Stuck in this cycle, unable to flee,

Anxiety grips, consuming me.

Blacklisted from jobs, a bleak landscape,

Locksmiths deceive, adding to my scrape.

Resistors in my pocket, a glimmer of hope,

Yet doubts linger, like shadows lope.

If they work, a chance to roam,

In search of a haven, a new home.

A computer shop in a distant town,

A flicker of light, before I drown.

But for now, in the depths I'll dwell,

Sleeping for solace, in a silent spell.

Eighteen hours of peace, a fleeting reprieve,

In this world of chaos, I seek to believe.

[maganeen]

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[boutbetties]

@cynister_604 we hope you’re plenty healed by now! We love that you cared about good fashion at a time like that 🙃 ❤️ #brokenbetties . . My new derby pants make me happy. #brokenbutnotdefeated

[robinflies]

Just finished reading “Educated” by Tara Westover. I can’t put into words what I feel after reading it. What a life. What an incredible inspiration. #educatedbytarawestover #educatedtarawestover #tarawestover #burningheart #heartbreak #brokenbutnotdefeated #desperatelydrawingdaily https://www.instagram.com/p/BpgFvuRHQdK/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=hrm4ibekdc4z

[theprodigaldaughtersworld]

Clay is malleable but has no feelings. As God is making me over I am very aware of my feelings. The feelings of regret as I am looking back over the choices that led me to this season. The shame that permeates the atmosphere when I remember who I was and I have to fight to remember old things have passed away and all things have become new. The joy of knowing He loves me enough to compel me to move forward past the past. To take that step of faith and embrace what is uncomfortable, so that I may not just live out my purpose, but possess the courage to accept that I am purposed. I don't need the validation of many just the grace from One who loves me enough to hold me in His arms and say "Get back on the wheel and begin again". I am His. I am loved. Not forgotten or forsaken. Not thrown away or cast aside. Hidden from the criticism and the naysayers as He plunges me into the fire to purify and solidify me. Knowing that I will emerge whole and victorious. I will no longer be broken and defeated. The enemy will not be able to keep my head hung in shame. I will stand and boldly proclaim my freedom and deliverance. I will declare His word wherever He leads so that other broken people will have the courage and tenacity to be crushed and made over again. #crushedbutnotobliterated #brokenbutnotdefeated #purposedandpassionate #notmeanttofitanymold #alwayspreachingtomyself #hiddengemsarevaluable2

[vincyspeaks]

Keep shining. #brokenbutnotdefeated #keepyourheadup

[crimsonheight]

#brokenwomangingertea #letitsaveyou #ironicteadrinking #brokenbutnotdefeated

[vibe-rantz-designs]

Elderwood Chronicles Chapter 1 - The Fractured

Once, he had a name—one that felt warm when spoken, one that belonged to a being who was whole. He was a guardian, a silent protector of the forest, his heart pulsing like golden light beneath his fungal skin. He had love once, real love. The kind that made him believe he was safe. The kind that made him believe forever was a promise carved into the earth itself. But love is not always a sanctuary. Sometimes, it is a blade. She was everything—wild, untamed, a creature of dreams and whispers. She spoke of eternity and touched him like he was something sacred. And then, one day, she took his heart. Not metaphorically, not symbolically—she reached into his chest, plucked it free, and left him there, bleeding out the last remnants of who he used to be. And then… she was gone. At first, he lay there, waiting for the end. It didn’t come. The absence of his heart did not kill him. It changed him. His once-vibrant form became cracked, decayed, pieces of him crumbling away like dried leaves. The soft glow in his chest was gone, leaving behind a hollow cavity that ached with every breath. The others whispered his new name—The Fractured. A reminder that he was less than he once was. But The Fractured did not stop moving. Even as the pain hollowed him out, even as the world saw only a broken thing, he refused to stop. Every step was agony, every moment a war against the weight of his own grief. But he moved, because what else was there to do? To give up would be to let the pain define him. To stop would be to become nothing. So he walks. Some fear him, mistaking his ragged appearance for something monstrous. Others pity him, seeing only the ruin left behind. Few understand the truth: He does not seek revenge. He does not even seek to be whole again. He seeks only to exist. To keep going. Because even without a heart, even with cracks running through him like fault lines, he is still here. And maybe, just maybe, that’s enough. Read the full article

[corsoanderson]

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[solesrchr]

Reposted from @powerliftingrvt Broke in my SBD belt and SBD stiff wrist wraps. Let me tell you COMPLETE game changer when it comes to my bench press. Here's why I think that: for those of you who know me I've probably mentioned or you were with me when I went through all the testing for abdominal pain. I have a condition called malrotation basically my insides don't look like yours do, it happens in 1 out of 500 babies and it is developmental defect. I also have a hernia in the bottom of my surgery scar from the above when they had to figure out where my appendix was in that mess and I have a mass that's developed in that same scar in the last 3 years- it makes me scared to arch. My Strength Shop belt was amazing- I still love it, it is great for when I need it. However, I've lost a bunch of weight again with current changes to my home life. This new belt is like the Goldilocks where it fits just right to give me enough support to not be terrified to arch. Also, let's be honest the not having to unscrew anything to change tightness is amazing! The stiff wraps were needed as well because my wrists were rolling under the increased weight. I'm so excited to see what the next couple of weeks bring! . Thank you if you read this full long thing. Hope everyone is doing well! Happy Hump Day! . #sbdgear #sbd #bench #benchpress #benchpresswithchains #powerliftingtraining #powerliftingwomen #powerliftingladies #powerliftingmotivation #powerlifter #powerliftinglife #powerlifting #powerliftingRVT #humpday #newgear #duffalobar #findyournewworld #100percentvikingmade #trainlikeaviking #empowermentproject #anxietywillnotwin #malrotationawareness #brokenbutnotdefeated (at Viking Strength Sports) https://www.instagram.com/p/CA_d6SLjwc9/?igshid=4j55mg7gju1c

[robinflies]

Just finished reading “Educated” by Tara Westover. I can’t put into words what I feel after reading it. What a life. What an incredible inspiration. #educatedbytarawestover #educatedtarawestover #tarawestover #burningheart #heartbreak #brokenbutnotdefeated #desperatelydrawingdaily https://www.instagram.com/p/BpgFvuRHQdK/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=hrm4ibekdc4z

[rxckless-intentarchive-blog]

Anajack, Rolow and totally curious but Willow and Stasia

Put a “Tell me" in my ask and my character will answer…

Anajack

If you snuck into my room I would:

[/] Go back to sleep[] Kick you out[/] Cuddle with you[] Be like “How in the world?”[] Let you sleep on the floor[] Become angry

If you kissed me (or hugged, depending upon character/gender) I would:

[/] Kiss or hug you back[/] Smile and laugh[] Stiffen, and feel uncomfortable[] Push you away[] Be shocked[] Strike you

If you asked me to go out with you for a day I would say:

[] No[/] Yes[] Most certainly not.[/] Without hesitation.

You are:

[/] Cute[/] Adorable[/] Attractive[/] Beautiful (in like a hella fucking hot way)[] Okay[] Ugly[] Am not going to grace this with an answer

You are to me a:[] Stranger[] Acquaintance[] Ally[/] Friend [/] Love[] Rival [] EnemyI find you to be:[] Pathetic[] Off no consequence[/] Intriguing [] Frightening [] Unsettling [] Annoying [] Infuriating [/] Pleasant company[/] Comforting [/]  Unable to be lived without [/] Trustworthy

Rolow

If you snuck into my room I would:

[] Go back to sleep[] Kick you out[] Cuddle with you[/] Be like “How in the world?”[/] Let you sleep on the floor (because he’s a dick)[] Become angry

If you kissed me (or hugged, depending upon character/gender) I would:

[] Kiss or hug you back[/] Smile and laugh[] Stiffen, and feel uncomfortable[] Push you away[/] Be shocked[] Strike you

If you asked me to go out with you for a day I would say:

[] No[/] Yes[] Most certainly not.[] Without hesitation.

You are:

[] Cute[] Adorable[/] Attractive[/] Beautiful[] Okay[] Ugly[] Am not going to grace this with an answer

You are to me a:[] Stranger[/] Acquaintance[] Ally[/] Friend I feel like its a frenemy thing xD)[] Love[] Rival [] EnemyI find you to be:[] Pathetic[] Off no consequence[/] Intriguing [] Frightening [/] Unsettling [] Annoying [/] Infuriating [] Pleasant company[] Comforting []  Unable to be lived without [] Trustworthy

WillowxStasia

If you snuck into my room I would:

[] Go back to sleep[] Kick you out[] Cuddle with you[/] Be like “How in the world?”[/] Let you sleep on the floor (she’d take the floor)[] Become angry

If you kissed me (or hugged, depending upon character/gender) I would:

[] Kiss or hug you back[/] Smile and laugh[] Stiffen, and feel uncomfortable[] Push you away[/] Be shocked[] Strike you

If you asked me to go out with you for a day I would say:

[] No[/] Yes[] Most certainly not.[] Without hesitation.

You are:

[/] Cute[] Adorable[/] Attractive[/] Beautiful[] Okay[] Ugly[] Am not going to grace this with an answer

You are to me a:[] Stranger[/] Acquaintance[/] Ally [/] Friend (of sorts, more like I want to be around you because you’re intimidating and hella cool)[] Love[] Rival [] EnemyI find you to be:[] Pathetic[] Off no consequence[] Intriguing [/] Frightening [/] Unsettling [] Annoying [] Infuriating [/] Pleasant company (to her because like, she’s snippy and bitchy too, its like CONNECTION)[] Comforting []  Unable to be lived without [] Trustworthy

[ellielapaz]

Are we even HUMAN ?

Honestly, with all the bad news and all the wrong doings that is going on in this world I kinda started questioning if some of us are even human. Have we forgotten kindness, morals, faith, fairness and God. Have we been brainwashed by media and people that are just toxic to the soul. Humanity hasn't always been this bad but I feel most of us have just been exposed to many heartbreaking ordeals. Maybe if we are exposed to more good then bad this could or would be different. I know we are living in a world where things are changing but don't forget to help one another. We all bleed if cut. This is why I wish to believe that humanity isn't lost just miss guided. 

I'm not the only one who thinks this way or maybe I am. However, I vow that I will start living righteously and faithfully. I always said to myself I'm broken but not defeated. 

[robinflies]

Just finished reading “Educated” by Tara Westover. I can’t put into words what I feel after reading it. What a life. What an incredible inspiration. #educatedbytarawestover #educatedtarawestover #tarawestover #burningheart #heartbreak #brokenbutnotdefeated #desperatelydrawingdaily https://www.instagram.com/p/BpgFvuRHQdK/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=hrm4ibekdc4z