#sonics atelier answers

[sonics-atelier]

“...friends, teammates, childhood buddy, rival, everything but a lover...”

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS FINALLY SOMEONE NOTICED THE BROCEDES QUOTE

[bishy437]

Hello 👋

I love your art ( it adds years to my lifespan )

If the requests are still open I'd like to request 🥺😩 for wangxian

Have a great day <33

hi hi 👋👋

emoji game requests are closed for now but thank you v much ☺️💕

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[tamlinweek]

A special Tamlin Week surprise: Tamlin reads your fics!

The mods here at Tamlin Week are SO delighted and honored to present Henry Kramer, Tamlin's voice actor of the ACOTAR graphic audio books, reading Tamlin fanfiction lines in character.

None of this would be possible without @laziestkiwi, who messaged us and got us in touch with Henry. We crowdsourced some of your favorite fanfic lines, and sent them to Henry to peruse. He picked a few of those lines to read and recorded them FOR FREE!

If you enjoy Henry's work as much as we do, be sure to follow him on Twitch, Instagram, or Facebook. You can also get in touch with him on his website here to commission him for voice acting work.

As a side note: We sent Henry almost 60 lines of fanfiction, with no expectation that he would read every single one. The lines read were chosen by Henry, who is not involved in fandom in any way. The chosen lines and authors do not represent any favoritism by the mods here, they were simple the quotes that spoke most to Henry.

And now, on to the main event! Tamlin bringing your fanfiction to life!

Bravery Is In Spite Of Fear by @achaotichuman

“You never lost me.” He murmured, pressing another kiss, this one to her brow, “You have never lost me.”

Am I making you feel sick? by @yaralulu

Be angry. Show me how angry you are.

When Lucien opened his mouth to say another irritable thing, Tamlin shut him up the only way he knew how. He kissed him.

Eternal Equinox by @sonics-atelier

Spring and Autumn, now as one,   A union blessed beneath the sun.   Through seasons’ turn, their love shall bloom,            Eternal life through earth’s perfume.

carry that weight by @fourteentrout

"I need to protect my people in the ways I know how. I'm needed out there more than I am in here." He answered anyway, nodding towards the forest beyond the grounds.

“Does that unmake me? Am I a new being with every form I take?” The High Lord asked without bite. “I am who I am.”

borrowed time by @ipona

"I meant what I said." He looks at Rhys, catching his gaze, holding it for a moment longer than Rhys expects him to. "And who of us isn't a brute, really?"

Songs of Spring by @themildestofwriters

“It’s a song about hope,” Tamlin said, finally, slouching forward and meeting Tarquin’s eyes. “About how, even after the darkest times, I could still find happiness — joy, even. It might take years, decades, centuries, even, but it will pass as surely as night turns to day.”

Tarquin nodded, understanding, and smiled. “Or as winter turns to summer. A true song of Spring, then.”

cosmogeny by @highlordofkrypton

It takes Tamlin a moment to find the words he’d like to gift to Nyx. No matter what they are, Nyx will cherish them, as he has with any other moment in the presence of his light. When Tamlin speaks, it’s with a wistful smile on his handsome face.

“Because I’ve just met you, and it’s always a shame to lose someone, especially someone you’re fond of.”

How Nesta Archeron Learned to Trap A Beast by @achaotichuman

“Ready?” Tamlin asked. Nesta didn’t answer him, just walked into the forests before them. Tamlin let her get far enough into the tree lines that he couldn’t see her before he shouted, “Wrong way!” “Fuck you!”

“I’m here. I’m here Nesta.” He said. “Stay with me.” She whispered, “Please.” There was a moment of pure silence, one that bore into her heavy soul. “I would never leave.” He promised her, “Never.”

The Gown by @goforth-ladymidnight

"I love you, thorns and all, and I always will."

dividers made by @olenvasynyt

[shiny-jr]

shiny rates

Why are you here? Have nothing better to do beside read a stranger's thoughts and opinions on different books and media? A bit strange, but who am I to judge? Well, you do you. I'm the odd one for just sharing these. Will these be continued? Maybe, maybe not.

Some of these do contain spoilers, so tread with caution.

books 📚

❂ A Court of Wings and Ruin - read 2024

“Leave this world... a better place than how you found it.”

❂ A Court of Frost and Starlight - read 2024

"To the stars who listen, Feyre. To the dreams that are answered, Rhys."

❂ A Court of Silver Flames - read 2024

"Keep reaching out your hand."

❂ Caraval - read 2024

n/a

❂ Chronicles of the Avatar: The Rise of Kyoshi - read 2024

“The Avatar can be reborn. But you can’t, Kyoshi. I don’t want to give you up to the next generation. I couldn’t bear to lose you.”

❂ Chronicles of the Avatar: The Shadow of Kyoshi - read 2024

“No fire is ever the same fire. No Avatar is ever the same person. You and the flame change with every moment, every generation. You are one flame, and you are many.”

❂ Dune - read 2024

“I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.”

❂ Fourth Wing - read 2024

“You can hate me all you want when you wake up. You can scream, hit, throw your fucking daggers at me for all I care, but you have to live. You can’t make me fall for you and then die. None of this is worth it without you.”

❂ Go The Distance - read 2024

Probably not even a worthy quote in that book.

❂ Red Queen - read 2024

“Anyone can betray anyone.”

❂ Shatter Me - read 2024

"Hope is a pocket of possibility. I'm holding it in my hand."

❂ Shatter Me: Unravel Me - read 2024

“Books are easily destroyed. But words will live as long as people can remember them.”

❂ Shatter Me: Ignite Me - read 2024

nothing from this book it worth quoting. I wish to forget all the words I ever read in this waste of $15.

❂ Star Wars: The Mandalorian - read 2024

“I can bring you in warm or I can bring you in cold.”

❂ The Hunger Games: The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes - read 2024

“Snow lands on top.”

❂ The Hunger Games - read 2024

“May the odds be ever in your favor.”

❂ The Hunger Games: Catching Fire - read 2024

"I realize only one person will be damaged beyond repair if Peeta dies. Me."

❂ The Hunger Games: Mockingjay - read 2024

“What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again.”

❂ The Selection - read 2024

“But no matter what, I want you to be loved. You deserve to be loved. And I hope you get to marry for love and not a number.”

❂ The Selection: The Elite - read 2024

"Love is beautiful fear."

❂ The Selection: The One - read 2024

"Break my heart. Break it a thousand times if you like. It was only ever yours to break anyway."

❂ Twisted Wonderland Vol. 2 - read 2024

n/a

❂ Twisted Wonderland Vol. 3 - read 2024

n/a

❂ Witch Hat Atelier Vol. 10 - read 2024

n/a

❂ Witch Hat Atelier Vol. 11 - read 2024

n/a

movies 🎥

❂ Flow - watched 2025

". . ."

❂ Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone - watched 2025

"It does not do to dwell on dreams, Harry, and forget to live."

❂ Ne Zha - watched 2025

"My fate is determined by myself, not by the heavens."

❂ Snow White (2025) - watched 2025

"I'm only bound by what is true. The fairest is not you."

❂ Sonic 3 - watched 2024

"Project Shadow is far beyond anything we've encountered. Shadow's story began a lot like yours, Sonic. But where you found family and friends, Shadow only found pain and loss."

❂ The Boy and the Heron - watched 2025

"I'll be your guide."

❂ Wicked - watched 2025

"Are people born wicked? Or do they have wickedness thrust upon them?"

[achaotichuman]

Tag game

I have thought about this way to much (probably from all the POVs on tiktok that explore this concept) and I need to know the answer to this.

What would you do if a Faery Prince came to your door and told you, you were coming with them?

You don't know the Faery, but you know they are a Fae Prince. Idk how, they just give off those vibes ig. You have no idea what they are going to do, and depending on what books you've read, you might have an idea of either they are going to boil and eat you, they will turn you into a slave, or they will make you their queen/king/co-ruler.

Personally, I am slamming that door so hard it'll break their nose, then nailing boards into my door in that cartoonish style, and remaining locked up in my house for days after to ensure they are gone.

I don't take no risks when it comes to ancient creatures. No one knows wtf they are going to do, and I do not believe it would ever pan out well in my personal favor.

But what would you do? And why? I know a lot of people would go with them, others are saying hell no, and I want to know what everyone thinks of this.

Tags- @sonics-atelier, @shi-daisy, @sadisticdevile, @fell-in-luvs, @praetorqueenreyna,

@goforth-ladymidnight, @thrumbolt,

@copypastus,

@arson-09,

@positivelyruined,

@msbrownwithacrown,

@mathiwrites,

@wingsdippedingold,

@fourteentrout,

@jennyarchibald,

@readychilledwine,

@hieragalbatorixdottir,

@umthisistheonlyusernamenottaken

@nocasdatsgay, @astrababyy,

@secret-third-thing, @loonylooly,

@feyres-divorce-lawyer, @bookishfeylin,

@mt-jupiter, @whitedemon-ladydeath, @kateprincessofbluewhales, @rin-u-pos, and anyone else who would like to share their say. The more the merrier I genuinely would like to see what the general consensus is on this.

[highlordofkrypton]

SUMMARY: Lucien Vanserra is the most desirable faerie in Prythian, and yet, the Mother has not deigned to give him a mate. One day, he is sent a gift from the Dawn Corp, known for its Tinkerers. A mate made to order, a perfect blend of magic and technology, is sent right to his door. I’m never going to use this, he tells himself, until he finally decides he’s tired of being alone.

This fic is a set in a Modern(-ish)/Urban Fantasy AU of Prythian.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: During Kinktober, I discovered the dollification tag. I’m not sure if it’s supposed to strictly be a smut thing, but it gave me this idea! Thank you @matrixsss for beta reading and helping me cross the finish line on this! You're such an amazing cheerleader. Technically not a prompt for 31 Days of Tamicen, it's still Tamcien so I'm sending it your way @achaotichuman!

TAGS: @lucychanart @sonics-atelier @yaralulu @thrumbolt

READ ON AO3 OR UNDER THE CUT

God, I’m so tired.

The words on the pages no longer make sense, contract revisions and added policies blurring into nothing. A lesser faerie would sign his life away without reading. A lesser faerie would not care about the consequences of his carelessness. Lucien Vanserra is not a lesser faerie, and so he reads every single document that crosses his desk with the utmost meticulousness. 

He removes his glasses off his face, rubbing his remaining eye and tying his long auburn hair into a loose bun. It’s easier to work at home, and at this late hour. No one to gawk at him, no whispers in the office hallways when he rolls up his sleeves or tucks an errand stand of hair behind his pointed ear. 

When will you get married, he recalls a famous widow asking him. Her entourage had laughed softly behind open fans, hiding their hungry smiles. Isn’t that the answer they’re all searching for?

Oh, hush, one of his favourite socialites had chimed in. This just means more Lucien for us. He’s too perfect to marry off to anyone.

Yes, Lucien Vanserra is perfect in every possible way, except for finding a mate.

Marriage would mean a political alignment. His father wants him to marry for strength, to unite their family with a corporate rival or something equally ridiculous. His mother wants him to return to her home country and get away from all of this, and with each passing day, he’s becoming more and more attracted to the idea. His brother has plans too. Lucien doesn’t have the mindset to hear what Eris has planned. There are friends who have offered to set him up, but Lucien hasn’t felt that spark with anyone yet.

Is it a fever dream?

He’s heard of the fated mates, but he’s only ever seen it in action less than a handful of times. It sounds like a dream, like the fairytales his brother used to read to him when he was just a boy. The tales were for girls, his father would tell him. Love is for the soft and the feminine, not for any of his boys. So, Lucien did as any child would. He loved harder. He loved all the things his father hated, and clung to the tender parts of him that should have been beaten out of him long ago. 

You’re getting old, Luce, he thinks to himself.

You’re lonely, he corrects and that should be reason enough to find a partner to settle down with.

His eyes wander over to the large box in the corner of the room. Lucien hadn’t known where else to put it. It’s heavy and an encumbrance. It’ll take up all the space anywhere he puts it, and he’s far too rusty with spatial magic to enchant a closet without a consultant. If it weren’t for the nature of the gift, Lucien would have long invited his mother for tea and kindly ask for her help.

Lucien worries at his lip, staring at that damned box. It wouldn’t hurt to take a peek, would it? He’d heard all kinds of stories about the Dawn Corp’s latest invention. They’re the leaders in the market of magical technology, and Thesan is such a mindful leader that he’s sure this thing would have been made with the utmost care. Most of the upper echelons of faeries lambast the usage of this particular technology, calling it blasphemous towards the Mother’s will. If she has not deigned to give faeries their mates, then it is not to be. How dare they try to replicate her blessings, even in name.

Mate to order, Lucien had cringed when he saw the name. 

Because that’s what it is. Why call it anything else? Thesan smiled at him, honest as ever. He doesn’t bother with marketing games. What you see is what you get, and as long as he lives, honesty will be his policy. The other competitors can do what they please with their branding and their aesthetics. 

Lucien has no idea how Thesan would know what he’s looking for in a mate. His curiosity gets the better of him as he gets up from his desk. The other stories he has heard are ones of success and utmost bliss. The perfect partner. Who wouldn’t want that? This high, no one will be able to see through the windows of his penthouse. He’s just taking a peek. No one else has to know.

Letter opener in hand, he cuts the box open, taking care not to rush or press it too deep. His hands moisten, and his heart hammers in his chest. There’s no reason to be nervous. Nothing will come out and jump at him, that’s not the kind of person Thesan is. One flap at a time, he unfolds the outer box to see the mysterious packaging beneath. It gives no indication to the model inside, only implying that its contents can be anything. Lucien still doesn’t believe the claim. Techno-magic has not advanced this far to make a perfectly malleable and transformable material… has it?

He doesn’t bother with trying to pull off the cover. Instead, with a single touch, he burns it away. The fire is perfectly controlled, a light little thing that is convenient rather than threatening. When the embers of the box cover vanish, Lucien is left staring down at—

He’s staring down at—

Lucien gasps softly, and his breath remains caught in his throat. The model that Thesan sent him is unlike any faerie he has ever seen, or any mate-to-order he has seen out and about in the world. Had Thesan asked him, he would have never given this description. The sight of the large and muscular male has Lucien flushing deeply, his cheeks nearly turning as red as his hair. The doll’s hair is a beautiful blonde, laid across his shoulders and covering his soft-yet-broad chest. Lucien’s gaze trails down the defined muscles of his stomach, down to the nothing of his groin. In the packaging, a biodegradable silicone, different attachments are offered—breasts, a cock, a tail, horns, and a starter set of toys. After all, mates are known for having a very high compatibility.

He dares to touch the skin, too much of a gentleman to reach for anything other than his hand. It’s soft. Softer than a faerie or human hand; it has never had to hold anything, or work a day in its life. The very first thing it touches is Lucien’s hand. Oh, that makes Lucien blush even more.

“Come on, Lucien. Why are you getting all flustered over a toy,” he mumbles to himself, digging around for the instructions. In the back of his mind, a handful of terrible scenarios play out, like what if this simile-faerie were to jump out of the box and demand to be mated. He knows better to assume Thesan would program something so aggressive without his consent. 

Welcome to mate-to-order, your perfect partner in all things, whether platonic, romantic or anything else your soul desires. To awaken your mate, you must give your missing half a part of yourself. Be it a kiss or a kernel of magic, you are a part of each other now. 

A kiss is far too intimate for Lucien’s tastes. A piece of his magic is as well, but a kiss errs far too close to the fairy tales he adored growing up. He conjures a small flame atop his index finger and presses it into the doll’s chest. The magic courses through the doll, lighting it up with the glow of life. The doll opens his eyes.

They’re green, Lucien notes with silent awe.

“Hello,” the mate-to-order says to him. His voice is a low rumble, a hum that echoes in Lucien’s own chest. “It’s nice to finally meet you. I’m Tamlin. What should I call you?”

“Tamlin? You already have a name?”

Tamlin nods, his body language perfectly open and trusting. He even smiles and laughs softly. “Yes. You can call me whatever you like, if you don’t like it. If you would like the technical explanation, you’d have to enable the setting. Would you like me to explain why I have a name?”

“Yes, please.”

“It is my creator’s belief that asking you to choose my name shatters the illusion. Your mate should be a partner, not an object.”

“But you are an object.”

“Technically, yes, but that’s not my purpose, unless you’d like me to be.”

“No, no, that’s fine.”

“May I sit up?”

It occurs to Lucien that the question is an important one. The second he realized the— Tamlin wants to move, he puts a considerable distance between them. It’s only polite. (Or is he… uncomfortable?) He makes sure to glance away as well from Tamlin’s nudity.

“Yes, please. Let me get you some clothes.” Lucien doesn’t wait to see if Tamlin will protest, disappearing into his room to try and find something that will fit him. He’s built leaner than his mate — Mother, that sounds so strange to say—but he has a few sleeping shirts that should do. He can’t decide if he should offer Tamlin the chance to shower. He’s brand new and out of the box, which should imply… Lucien shakes his head and decides on offering him a bathrobe, for now. “Here. This should be a lot more comfortable. Please, have a seat,” he motions to the leather couch in his study.

“You never told me your name,” Tamlin asks kindly, once again.

“Lucien.”

“Lucien,” he repeats, testing the sound of it. Tamlin’s face blooms at its sound when it rolls off his tongue. “It’s a beautiful name.”

“Thank you.” It comes out stunted and awkward. Lucien can’t get used to the idea that there is suddenly someone else in his house, now living here with him. Deactivating him sounds like a horrible idea, so he’s stuck here with a handsome stranger catered for him, apparently. “So, how does this work?”

“However you want it to. If you’d like me to care for the house, I can do that. If you’re looking for a lover, feel free to use the different attachments. Or not. I have functioning—”

“That’s fine!” Lucien waves his hands, looking away from Tamlin’s now spread legs. He was clearly going to give him a demonstration. “I get the idea. You can just… sit.” He rubs his face in mild frustration. What has he done ?

“Lucien,” Tamlin calls to him softly. “Don’t think too much about it. I can be anything you want me to be, or need me to. No judgement. I want to make your life easier, not harder.” The doll stands, walking over to Lucien’s side.

This is the moment where Tamlin pounces on Lucien, making advances because he’s clearly desperate if he’s turning to technology and magic to place the touch of a real person. Lucien braces himself, but Tamlin only takes his hand, delicately, in both of his and starts massaging it. The effect is immediate. Lucien melts into his own seat, tension bleeding out at Tamlin’s touch.

“Oh, that feels good,” Lucien moans, his eyes fluttering shut. 

“You work hard all day, this is the least I can do.”

“And how do you know I work all day?” He cracks his eye open, amber questioning emerald.

“It’s dark outside, and we’re in your study. The papers on your desk make it seem you were in the middle of something before your curiosity got the best of you.”

“Observant,” Lucien remarks.

“A necessity, if I want to stand beside one of Prythian most wanted.”

“Most wanted!” The laughter is sudden. Tamlin has been here less than an hour, and he’s already making grandiose proclamations. “And what makes you say that, my dear flatterer?”

“Why else would you be working so late at night?”

The logic is so sound, it makes Lucien laugh. “You’re right,” he says, the laughter fading out. “I do have work left. Will you be alright?”

Tamlin nods, his expression reserved. He’s still getting used to life, so he contents himself with looking around the room while Lucien returns to his desk. He runs his fingers over the many books on the shelves, and presses his palms against the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the cityscape. His wonder is impossible to ignore, and Lucien finds himself glancing over more and more, curious about Tamlin’s curiosity.

What does he see? What is he thinking right now?

He quietly reprimands himself for being unable to focus on his tasks at hand. The faster he finishes, the quicker he can spend more  time with his new… guest. To think, Lucien had thought working was a good excuse to put distance between them.

Maybe—maybe, he doesn’t really want distance.

By the time Lucien finishes his work, Tamlin has wandered further out into Lucien’s penthouse apartment. He doesn’t mind Tamlin exploring; he isn’t exactly a stranger, is he? He’s a piece of technology created specifically for Lucien. Lucien isn’t wary enough to think that Thesan would have ulterior motives. If anything, Thesan is too kind.

“Heading to bed?” Tamlin asks, catching Lucien as he exits his office.

“I am,” Lucien pauses, awkward. “Do you sleep?”

“Ideally, yes. It’s the default time for me to process my day and new learnings. You can set me to do this while you’re at work, if you prefer. I can do tasks around home.”

“No, no, by all means, sleep.” Lucien shifts, unsure of how to ask. “Where… What’s the protocol for how you do this?”

“I can sleep in my box.”

“No!”

Letting Tamlin sleep in a box is unacceptable. Magical doll or not, Lucien can’t bring himself to treat Tamlin like an object. He doesn’t know the depths of the magic imbued in him, and how much he feels. He struggles with the thought of sharing a bed with someone he’s just met, the thought even more intimate because this person is meant to be his mate. Lucien has no intentions in using him, but his heart flutters anyway as the words leave his mouth: “We’ll share my bed.”

His phrasing is deliberate, trying to maintain the boundaries of respect.

Lucien finds old Prythian University clothes, ones that were large enough to drown him in—how else was he supposed to study in comfort? Triple shots, hundred-page study guides, messy buns and sweats were the only way he survived.

They change in the same room, and Lucien is all-too-aware of his mate-to-order behind him. Lucien steals a glance, noting his broad back—muscles defined in a way that would take years and years of work—and the way two dimples rest above a plump—

Tamlin begins to turn, and Lucien makes sure to face the wall. His cheeks are aflame, ashamed from the lapse in etiquette. Lucien knows better than to look, disrespectfully at that.

“I’ve changed,” Tamlin informs.

“Right.”

It is awkward to lay in bed with a man he hardly knows with no intent other than to sleep. Lucien doesn’t dare move, looking up at the ceiling. Tamlin is as still as ever and he cannot tell if the male has fallen asleep. He’s afraid to make a sound to disturb him, or take up too much space even if it is his bed. Tamlin exists for him, and is not real, but he feels real, and Lucien cannot treat him otherwise.

“Would you like me to hold you?” Tamlin asks in his perfect voice.

“No, thank you,” Lucien answers as evenly as possible, despite the heat creeping up his neck.

In the middle of the night, Lucien finds himself drawn to the warmth like the Autumn son he is, turning in his sleep to hug the bulk of a male beside him.

They don’t talk about the cuddling. Well, Lucien doesn’t, and Tamlin has yet to learn to question him. The blonde watches him as he cooks breakfast and prepares for his day. 

Tamlin watches, and he learns. The next day, he anticipates Lucien’s needs by having his meals ready and his mail placed at the centre of the desk in his study. He adapts to the necessary chores of the home, easing whatever burden he can from the shoulders of his master. (He has also noticed that Lucien does not favour that term, skirting around all talks of it, especially when he is on the phone with his family.)

“You don’t have to do all this,” Lucien suggests, standing by Tamlin at the stove as the latter works on a new meal he plucked out of Lucien’s saved recipes.

“I do not mind. You seem more at ease now that you do not have to manage the home,” Tamlin smiles at him. (Where he learned to smile remains a mystery to Lucien, but if he asked, he would discover it’s the very same way he spreads his lips when he speaks to his mother—a kind and easy gesture, shown even when she cannot see him through the receiver.) “It is my pleasure, Lucien.”

The sauce bubbles and splatters across Tamlin’s shirt. He simply pulls it off, and at the sight of his bare chest, Lucien glances away immediately. The tips of his pointed ears are bright red. Lucien reaches for the apron and hands it to Tamlin.

“Here, to help keep your clothes clean,” he manages as steadily as possible.

Without a question, Tamlin puts it on without replacing his shirt and it only embarrasses Lucien further. He’s devastatingly handsome, and Lucien struggles to temper his reactions day after day. It’s different now that their relationship has become… domestic.

“Are you alright, Lucien?”

“Of course! I’m fine! I’ll be having a late dinner, please go on without me. I have to finish work.” 

The auburn haired fae slips away, escaping his feelings. What he has with Tamlin is everything he’s ever wanted in a partnership: simple and easy.

When he returns hours later, Tamlin is sitting at the dining table waiting for him.

“I told you to eat without me.”

“I have no need to eat.”

“You didn’t have to wait for me.” Guilt bubbles up in his chest. In all honesty, Lucien was hungry, but Tamlin in that apron making him food stirred up an ache in him. “Next time, you don’t have to wait.”

“But I want to make sure you eat.”

Lucien tips his head. Is the doll… pushing back against him? A smile slips onto his face. “Why do you want that? I did not know you could want things.”

The question makes Tamlin think, and the furrow of his brow is cute. His open emerald gaze flickers back to Lucien. “I do want things. I will want things as I learn about you,” he smiles. “You don’t eat enough.”

Lucien laughs slowly. “And how do you know that ?”

“Your mother said so the last time you spoke to her.”

“Did she, now? With that attitude, it sure sounds like you’ll be calling her yourself to conspire with her.”

Tamlin looks at Lucien, biting his lip. “I would like that.”

“You would?” Red brows raise in surprise. “Why so?”

“Because she loves you, and I would like to learn how to love you properly.”

Oh. Lucien’s cheeks, they are aflame.

Tamlin is a good friend. 

One of Lucien’s fears when Thesan sent him this gift is that the doll would simply be subservient to him without a single thought, but no. Tamlin has likes and dislikes, separate from Lucien's own preferences. His thoughts feel as real as his own, even if he struggles to articulate them. He is clever, and far more creative than Lucien will ever be. He grows into someone beautiful inside and out, and it is a wonder.

The rain is heavy. The streets are slick with it, and the marble tiles are unforgiving.

The alcohol makes it worse, but it’s the only thing that makes this bearable.

Cold seeps into his bones and Lucien shivers despite the natural propensity of his power. He cannot, no matter how hard he tries, warm himself up. His wet clothes weigh him down, and every step feels like torture. He does not want to keep moving forward. He doesn't care anymore because this kind of pain is inescapable. It lives within him—the unworthiness.

Every step is vengeance, he reminds himself. Living is defiance.

The elevator door dings, and he can see through the squint of his swollen eye the rise of Tamlin from his chair in the sitting room. The other one grasps the magic of the bulky fae—of the only other person who would be here. He’s worried; he always worries.

I don’t want to be seen like this, Lucien thinks, so he turns his head away from Tamlin. He tries to escape, hiding in his own damned apartment. He could order Tamlin away, but there is a chance that the fae will not listen. He could power him off, but that would be cruel. Tamlin has done nothing wrong.

“Lucien…”

“I’m fine. Leave it,” Lucien growls.

But Tamlin does not listen, and for the first time, it frustrates him. He feels those soft, unblemished hands reach for him. They cup his bruised cheeks and turn his head. The sight in Tamlin’s eyes has his breath catching in his throat. Pain, sorrow and rage. It swallows up the bright green and replaces it with something much darker.

“Who did this to you?”

“It doesn’t matter,” Lucien snaps, trying to pull away, but Tamlin does not let him. “It doesn't matter!” He yells, shoving Tamlin away. He hates to admit it, but it feels good to take the anger out on someone other than himself. He shouldn’t. He can’t. And yet, he shoves Tamlin again.

“You want to know? Fine. It was my father. It is always my father and he’ll do it again. What now? Will you stand against him? He’ll have you in a trash compactor in a second,” Lucien snarls. He holds his hands out, challenging. “What now, Tamlin?”

It’s mean, and Lucien knows it.

He watches as Tamlin works through his emotions; he always takes time to feel them, all of them, before settling on the one he feels most appropriate. Lucien thinks he will fight back, or he will go after his father, but in the end, Tamlin’s expression eases. He raises a hand, and Lucien flinches. Lucien’s reaction only make Tamlin frown more.

There’s a brief pause before Tamlin continues his motion. He helps Lucien out of his wet shirt, and kneels to help him out of his shoes. It’s terrifyingly intimate, and Lucien can’t stop watching him. No one has ever been there to help him after this kind of encounter. He stares at Tamlin, as if that would tell him what is going through that techno-magical mind.

“Lean on me, and lift your foot please.”

Lucien does as he’s asked, holding onto Tamlin’s shoulder as his shoes and socks are removed. Tamlin’s touch is gentle, almost imperceptible. He takes care not to touch Lucien’s skin without his permission. His belt goes next, placed on the ground to avoid loud, sharp and sudden sounds. Tamlin unbuttons his pants, pulling them down and helping him step out of them. There’s a brief moment where his cock twitches with interest as his underwear is removed, but Tamlin does not ogle nor does he try anything aside from removing his cold, sopping wet clothes from him. It helps ease the chatter of his teeth.

“Please let me carry you,” Tamlin asks, and it sounds almost like a very, very soft pleading.

Lucien doesn’t know what else to do— it’s too intimate, it’s too intimate, it’s too intimate —but he nods his head anyway. Within the span of a breath, Tamlin scoops him into his arms and carries him to the bathroom where he runs a hot shower. Steam fills the room, and a scented tablet is placed in the corner of the stall where it evaporates under the heat. The smell is delicate and soothing, and Lucien breathes it in to try and calm the torrent in his heart. He’s angry, and he’s hurt. He’s touched, but he is so sad. The sadness runs so deep, it’s branded into his very soul.

The rustle of clothing has him lifting his head, and Tamlin stands there with his hands out, wearing nothing but willingness on his face—willingness to be here, willingness to listen and willingness to just hold him. Lucien allows himself to be led into the shower, beneath the spray of water where he lets it wash away the pain of this evening. He grieves the love that he will never have, and the parts of him he has lost while trying to prove that he deserves kindness, if only a little bit. His knees grow weak with the weight of his sorrow, but strong arms wrap around him and hold him.

“You are not alone anymore. You will never be alone again, if you will allow me to stay by your side,” Tamlin whispers softly into his ear, and that makes Lucien cry more.

Isn’t it wrong? To rely on a machine to love me?

When the sobbing subsides, and Lucien manages to hold himself up, Tamlin washes his hair and the rest of him. Lucien expects Tamlin to ask for something in return, but he doesn’t. His touches remain as platonic as they were when he was undressing him in the entrance hall of his apartment. He makes Lucien feel safe and… loved.

The ache in his chest worsens when he’s wrapped up in a fluffy towel, and Tamlin remains soaking, his blonde hair matted to his head, neck and shoulders. Lucien wants to reciprocate, it’s only right, but before he can try, he’s cradled against Tamlin’s strong chest and carried to bed.

“You’re dripping all over the floor!”

“As the one who will be cleaning it, I don’t mind.”

Tamlin sets him on the bed, and disappears. When he returns, it’s with the healing kit and ice. He hands the ice pack for Lucien to hold against his swollen eye. He mixes a few salvents together to create a healing ointment. He dabs it and around Lucien’s eye, keeping the touch light so as not to hurt him.

Lucien simply watches him, the way Tamlin’s lips part to increase his focus, as if breathing through his nose is too risky. Droplets of water roll off him from his wet hair, and Lucien follows them, down, down. He swallows hard, and tries to temper the flourish of interest blooming within him. The kindness Tamlin shows him is more attractive than any flirting he’s experienced.

He slips his fingers under Tamlin’s chin, keeping it tipped upwards as he leans in to kiss him. Tamlin stills, but he gets the message quickly, rising to press Lucien into the mattress. He asks no questions, and it’s for the better. Lucien is tired of talking, and of reasoning through everything he wants, and feels, and his own notion of worthiness. He just wants to be touched, and he cannot justify it.

The silence in the room amplifies the sound of their intimacy. The duvet rustling beneath them, and the towel slipping onto the floor in a muted thud. Lucien’s breath is heavier than Tamlin’s, and he swears his heart is unbearably loud and treacherous. A grasp escapes him when Tamlin’s fingers tweak his nipples, drawing his back into an arch. Tamlin kisses him everywhere. His cheek, his neck, his jaw, his chest, his belly, and the proud, leaking tip of his erection.

Lucien’s moan is shaky and shuddered as Tamlin grips him, stroking him. Tamlin’s length is added alongside him, and Tamlin strokes both of them together.

“Together,” he instructs, leaning over Lucien, making him feel small and protected.

The Autumn faeries shivers, wrapping his arms around Tamlin’s shoulders, moaning softly and breathing heavily. He allows Tamlin to tug him along to the crest of ecstasy, and allows himself to tumble over into his orgasm. Stars speckle behind his eyes as he orgasms, white coating their chests. He doesn’t let Tamlin leave, holding him tightly.

I don’t want to be alone.

“I’m just getting the towel, I’m not leaving,” Tamlin whispers, kissing his forehead.

They make love properly deeper into the night, when Lucien’s thoughts chase sleep away. He searches for a distraction, and Tamlin works him into exhaustion, until he is boneless and finally at peace.

“How does it work?”

Thesan’s laugh over the line only serves to irritate him. Lucien cannot feel this way about—about Tamlin. The concept of these mates-to-order are so new, and Lucien struggles to come to terms with it, so he blames the creator.

“How does what work?”

“The mate. How does it… How does it know what to do? What to say?”

“They observe and adapt.”

“But how does it feel so real ?”

“Because they are real. They’re powered by your magic, and magic always has a life of its own.”

Well, that does nothing to reassure Lucien. “Will,” he pauses, choking on his words, throat dry. “If he’s his own person, does that mean he’ll… Won’t he want freedom?”

“Do you treat him well?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Do you love him?”

“I…” Lucien breathes deep. “Yes.”

“Does he treat you well?”

“Yes, he’s perfect.”

“Oh, come now. I’m sure he’s made mistakes.”

“Yes, but he corrects himself quite quickly.”

“It sounds like you both have excellent conflict resolution skills, then. I’m sure you would do the same for him. Now, the question you should be asking yourself is would you walk away from this? The feeling that you’re feeling?”

Lucien doesn’t answer. It has to be more complicated than this. 

“Lucien, I do not know a single being, made or born, that does not want to be loved. Growth is natural, but if you don’t want him to leave, then don’t give him a reason to. Just like anyone else.” Someone speaks to Thesan, but Lucien can’t make out the words. “I have to go. Stop looking a gift horse in the mouth, unless that’s what you’re into, but I promise I have done nothing nefarious. Just enjoy it.”

The Dawn inventor hangs up, and Lucien is left sitting there with his thoughts. He’d snuck out first thing in the morning to speak to his dear friend, only to get answers that complicate his feelings. Lucien sighs, scrubbing his face.

“Hey,” Tamlin calls from the doorway, shirtless and hair a mess from sleeping without drying it. He looks even more real like this, smiling at him with open adoration. “Everything alright?”

Just enjoy it. Everyone wants to be loved.

Lucien smiles back at him.

“It is now.”

[never-enough-novels]

Hello everyone

As some of you might be knowing I am about to have exams which will basically define my future so I won't be active as much. My exams will end by 2nd april. I will pause the event for now and I'll definitely do it after the exams or in between if I have time. I won't be able to message much either so if you send any message and if I don't answer pls don't take it personally. You can still send asks if you want but I most likely most answer them right away

Thank you<333

Intro post

Event masterlist

Tagging @reminiscentreader @shuhuaspookie @lanterns-and-daydreams @urbanflorals @sonics-atelier @mqstermindswift @hearthown @darlingnemesis @nqds @sophiesonlinediary @f4iry-bell

[fairybonesandstardust]

@sonics-atelier said "mr. i tried to destroy the world because my bff didn't dick me down" and i've been thinking about it non stop. imagine if ranpo woke up on the airport alone only to have atsushi find him and help him. they don't know where fukuchi and fukuzawa are, ranpo knows their alive and injured but for some reason he can't figure where they went or what's happening. atsushi and ranpo are trying to figure out the next step when fukuchi comes walking up, he looks like he was fighting for his life, like demons came for this mans soul. he's readjusting his clothes. atsushi tenses ready to fight but ranpo stops him he can tell fukuchi isn't here to fight theres something else.......fukuzawa appears after fukuchi he's limping and covered in blood. "fukuzawa was right," fukuchi says. "destroying the world, the state this isn't the answer. i rewrote every thing back to normal. “

later when everyone's reunited, the news is covering the mysterious destruction of the airport. the men's bathroom and several other area's are in complete wreckage. later that night tachihara and mori cry themselves to sleep.

[dailyfigures]

processed requests ☆

an alphabetical list of the requests i've received and added to the queue. this saves me the time of having to answer every request one by one, and allows you to see what has already been requested!

has been posted ;

☆ arknights ; lappland

☆ banana fish

☆ b project

☆ brand new animal

☆ my hero academia ; fatgum

☆ my little pony bishoujo line

☆ nakano miku fallen angel figure

☆ nichijou ; minakami mai

☆ precure

☆ princess tutu

☆ project sekai

☆ stone ocean ; jolyne

☆ tekken

☆ toilet bound hanako kun

☆ tokyo mew mew

is in the queue ;

☆ .hack

☆ 22/7

☆ 86 -eightysix-

☆ a3!

☆ akira

☆ amnesia

☆ a place further than the universe

☆ arknights ; muelsyse

☆ astra lost in space

☆ atelier series

☆ attack on titan ; levi

☆ azumanga daioh

☆ bandori

☆ belle

☆ black butler

☆ black rock shooter

☆ bloodborne

☆ blue exorcist

☆ blue reflection

☆ call of the night

☆ canaan

☆ card captor sakura

☆ case closed

☆ castlevania

☆ chainsaw man ; denji

☆ di gi charat

☆ dorohedoro

☆ dragon ball ; launch

☆ dragon quest

☆ dragon themed figures

☆ durarara!!

☆ enstars

☆ eureka 7

☆ evangelion ; asuka

☆ fairy tail

☆ final fantasy

☆ fire emblem

☆ frieren: beyond journey's end

☆ genshin impact

☆ girls last tour

☆ guilty crown

☆ heaven burns red

☆ hello kitty to issho!

☆ helltaker

☆ high card

☆ hololive

☆ how heavy are the dumbbells you lift?

☆ humanity has declined

☆ hypnosis mic

☆ idol figures

☆ idolish7

☆ the idolm@ster

☆ ike musume

☆ in/spectre

☆ inuyasha

☆ is the order a rabbit?

☆ izetta the last witch

☆ kageki shoujo

☆ katamari damacy

☆ kill la kill

☆ kingdom hearts

☆ kirby

☆ k-on!

☆ konosuba

☆ kyoto animation

☆ last exile

☆ league of legends

☆ legend of heroes

☆ love live

☆ lucky star

☆ lupin iii

☆ lycoris recoil

☆ madoka magica

☆ megaman x

☆ mo dao zu shi

☆ my hero academia ; deku & fatgum

☆ nier automata

☆ no.6

☆ original characters

☆ oshi no ko

☆ ouran high school host club

☆ pokemon

☆ psycho pass

☆ slayers

☆ sonic the hedgehog

☆ squid girl

☆ tokyo ghoul

☆ sss gridman

☆ summer wars

☆ terror in resonance

☆ the world god only knows

☆ touhou project

☆ ultraman

☆ undertale

☆ vocaloid

☆ yuezheng ling

has no figures to post (keeping my eye out for future releases) ;

☆ bludgeoning angel dokuro chan

☆ d4dj

☆ ergo proxy

☆ kaiba (2008)

☆ kaiji

☆ shy

☆ the arcana

☆ the disastrous life of saiki k

☆ vocaloid ; fukase

☆ yona of the dawn

☆ ys viii

[sadlybluespirited]

I am sick and this is the momentary reprieve I've been given in days so I'm taking it to answer this tag game.

I was kindly tagged by @themadmorrigan and @sonics-atelier for the ask game. I'm still insecure when it comes to my creative writing (it's a recent hobby I've picked back up) so I haven't posted a lot on AO3 and ACOTAR is probably my first foray into fanfic writing. Also, I have realised that I am actually terrible at trying to make a short oneshot. Most of these have spiraled into larger projects. I have included fics that I'm planning on uploading cause that might give me more motivation to stop outlining and start writing more.

First Line Tag Game

Rules are: post the first line(s) from the last 10 fics you've updated or posted (or however many fics you have, if less than 10).

Mated Mistake - ACOTAR Eris x Elain, 2/? Chapters, 2.4K

In between every beat of her heart, she heard another. It was quiet and muffled, hard to notice if she weren’t being so still. She sucked in a breath and picked up the hairbrush, humming only louder. It had become hard to ignore whenever she heard it. The sound only occurred so sporadically that for most days, she could ignore it. Elain had been so sure in the past months that it was nothing, a chronic headache, blood pumping in her ears. After two check ups from Madja, one of them warranting anxious questions from Feyre, Elain let it go. At least, she tried to but now that thumping, which wasn’t loud but there, was filling in the corners of silence. Elain yanked and dropped the brush, pain shooting from her scalp.

Please stop. She begged. Please stop.

Finding The Sun Under the Mountain - ACOTAR Cresseida (1st person narration) x Lucien (kinda), 1/1 Chapter, 1.2K

I had been walking away from the busy hall and the party still abuzz. The walls cut through my skin on my palms and chilled any rising pain. The remainder my magic feebly tried to heal the open wounds only for me to drag my hands over the walls to cut them open again and again. I hadn’t heard him call for me though I suspect he did. Had we been at a proper celebration, I would’ve turned, smiled and graciously offered my hand. He wouldn’t have been able to come and touch my arm to get my attention. He wouldn’t have had to turn me around to face him. He wouldn’t have cupped my face, russet eye aflame with some semblance of worry there.  But things were different and such things were now permitted.

“…Cresseida?” So warm and so lovely. His voice came out hoarse.

Better Day in Spring - ACOTAR Day 1 TamlinWeek - Forgiveness/Change, 1/1 Chapter, 4K

He loathed the paperwork and how immobile it made him. At the same time, he needed it to stave away thoughts, the mundaneness of the task had given him a numbing relief. It had been easier to ignore that impending haze, the feeling of something sinking into his mind to make it sludge over like a heavy night of drinking wine. Except it always left him with a sense of nothingness, an emptiness that not even his anger could reach. Hollow. Centuries of fighting the sensation of being hollow. His beating heart and breath being nothing more than some puppeteer trying to add a sense of realism to his figure. He wondered sometimes if that contributed to where his court was now. In tatters and ruins. Tamlin stopped and looked around.

By the cauldron, where was he going?

A faint sound of birds chirping. A river rumbling close by. The sound of giggling children. He froze. Not far ahead of him, he could hear them, children squealing and laughing.

The Curse of the Third Son of Spring - ACOTAR Day 2 TamlinWeek - Dark Spring, 5/5 Chapters, 10.6K

Inside that room Lord Alastair was within his domain, offering tea that he poured and served himself to Fredericks. They spoke idly about the things in the library(details of said conversation evaded him now. His high lord had dazzling forest green eyes). Then during a lull in conversation, Lord Alastair had asked him,

“What do you know about the tales of Dark Spring?”

A Dying Autumn Light(unpublished) - ACOTAR Beron x Helion and Beron backstory, ?/? Chapters, 3.1K

He didn’t hate Helion. He just wished to see the second son ruined in some way. It didn’t make sense how beloved he was. He was an embarrassment, always laughing the loudest, openly flirting with anyone and speaking his mind with little consequence. Helion didn’t have to watch what he said because his words were gold. Beron, on the other hand, had to be careful when he smiled at other courtiers. He’d been told he looked too ferocious. It was certain. Helion was far too arrogant for his own good. Tonight was Autumn’s Harvest, a celebration in drinking and eating until the morning, giving thanks to the Mother for fertile lands. He knew Helion would be there and he hoped he might finally see him falter. Beron would settle for the second son stuttering or tripping at this point. He wanted to see some kind of imperfection in him. For cauldron’s sake, something, anything.

Trapped in the House (unpublished) - ACOTAR Tamlin x OC (post FaS and very canon divergent) And a surprise ghost Andras, ?/? Chapters, 23K

Tamlin glared at Miss Goodwood, the scowl vicious but she didn’t see it. She was too busy sipping from her glass of water and reading over her notes. A sigh left her lips as she squinted at the words. A human woman saved him. A once heir that had even his brothers nervous about his budding power and his father growing weary. A being over 500 years old who fought in a war against a powerful enemy and led an army had been tricked and bested by a human woman who he was now forced to house and share meals together as though any of this was normal. Had he fallen so far to need such help? The thoughts swirled like the wine in the glass in his hand.

“Do you not feel so clever?” He asked her, giving the woman a bitter smile. It was hard to hold his thoughts and emotions back, the wine making him feel free from the bonds of manners and civility he’d once promised to hold for the night.

The Stolen Primrose (unpublished) - ACOTAR Azriel x OC (post FS), ?/? Chapters, 9.1K

“Do you think I don’t understand why you did it? Why you took her?”

Azriel froze. Fae and faeries passed by, some in pairs that left him wondering if they’d found their mates here. It made him wonder why he didn’t find his mate here, in the city and home he loved, in a place he’d spent centuries protecting in hopes that one day, he’d find her. Would she bump into him at the artist alley, spilling paint all over them? Would he see her in a café and they’d be so shocked about the bond, staring at each other through the glass? Would it have been Elain? The cauldron correcting itself and making things as he’d once hoped they’d be? Or Gwyn, fighting side by side with his equal? No, it had been none of that. Instead, he’d been granted a mate who hated his city. A mate who belonged to another court and called that court home. Azriel turned around and looked at Lucien. Lucien covered his eyes, looking up at him. “I don’t blame you for it.” He patted the empty seat next to him. Azriel folded his arms, choosing to remain standing. Lucien sighed, rubbing his face. He rested his arms on his knees, staring at the ground. “When Elain came out of the cauldron and the bond snapped…I couldn’t think straight. All I could feel were her emotions rushing into me. Fear, pain,” Lucien looked up at him, squinting a bit at the sun. He smiled wryly. “Grief.” The word hung in the air between them as they both remembered that horrid event. It sat between them. Something Azriel felt he’d never forgive Lucien for partaking in.

Claws & Swords (unpublished) - ACOTAR (originally for TamlinWeek Day 6 - Spy) Tamlin x Jurian (during WaR), ?/? Chapters, 6.2K

He wanted to claw out his heart. The campsite was deserted except for Ianthe in tears with a broken hand and the dead bodies of Dagdan and Brannagh.

Both Lucien and Feyre were gone.

Tamlin sank to the ground, fury making him unsteady. He screamed until his throat was hoarse, until everything in him was pushing against the wall of his sanity and about to burst.

“Shit,” Jurian cursed from beside him, surveying the scene. “Where’s Feyre?” he asked. Tamlin didn’t answer him but stared at the ground. He’d failed…again. “Lucien?” Jurian was shaking him but he still said nothing. He didn’t have the words to answer. There were questions running through his mind. The first being why now? And the second being how? His mind swam through uneasy thoughts with his voice cursing at him for his lack of foresight. Clearly he missed something, again. He’d failed to account for something, again. His stomach twisted, threatening to force him to spill it’s contents.

There we go! So I guess I'll tag (no pressure!) @nocasdatsgay

[sonics-atelier]

*Comes in through the window, hanging on Rhysand's leg.* Ok, ok, I got the bat but I want to know YOUR take on the Tamsand ship, your hcs, and tips. And I have another bouquet of hype for u and lot of hugs and kisses! 💐

Lmao the image has me wheezing 😂, thank you for the bouquet absnsnsb I'm sending u a bigger one back <3

Okay so im gonna be honest, tamsand is not my forte, tamcien and nyxlin are where I get the most output so please don't expect a lot from me, I'm probably gonna be of very little help in this one.

I actually use another ship to draw inspiration for tamsand, idk if you've seen the show Transformers Prime but the ship Optimus Prime ( or Orion pax ) and Megatron is VERY tamsand coded. ( and Optimus x Ratchet is VERY tamcien coded )

Like they both were best friends and everything until Megatron let the anger fuel him and his ideologies started to be more violent in nature causing harm to the others around him and ultimately leading to the demise of his relationship with Orion.

That's how I veiw tamsand, like there's always gonna be a "what if things went differently" for them, they had the potential to be happy but it was doomed from the start. They tried very hard to be different but the circumstances and their reactions to them tore them apart.

I've put my hcs under the cut cause it got wayyy too long and I don't wanna clog up anyone's fyp

For hcs :

Tamlin and Rhysand probably met as kids and were very apprehensive of each other at first but maybe they got scolded by a parent, etc which made them bond and realise they were in the same situations and that's how their friendship started.

Tamsand saw each other only at high lord banquets and sometimes even sneaked off together to hide from their families and they found comfort in each other.

I think rhysand developed feelings for tamlin first ( and tamlin reciprocated them very later on ) while they were in teens but tried to suppress it because he was scared tam wouldn't feel the same & their families were a problem but as their friendship grew and tamlin asked rhysand to teach him war Tactics and training rhysand selfishly didn't refuse him because he wanted tamlin in whatever way tamlin offered himself.

That's the crux of their relationship I believe, like the way rhysand acts in canon is maybe because he knows that their relationship is beyond repair so the only way to have tamlin in ANY way is to antagonize him and be an asshole to him because he doesn't know how to fix things and neither does tamlin.

He basically craves Tamlin's company in whatever way he can have it.

As for tamlin ( & rhysand ) he feels like like he should hate rhysand but he just CANT like in the way you know you want to choke someone but also caress the bruises you leave behind, the love they once had acts a shield between them stopping them from hating each other completely.

It's just SO SO complex and layered like you have to peel everything back to even grasp a fraction of what they mean to the other, which ig is why I've only ever written one fic about them.

Also also rhysand HATES when tamlin gets a new partner because how dare tamlin have someone else while he still hasn't moved on ? That's probably why he was so horrible to feyre and Lucien imo. They became a hindrance in his erotic angsty relationship.

They both have a lot of self loathing but rhysand is better at channeling that energy into assholeness ( like he did in acosf or acofas i don't remember ) and masking it as pity when he does in fact care about tamlins well being ( re : when he procured a steak for tamlin )

Tamlin just tends to fall in a loophole of how he could've been better and the possibilities haunt him endlessly and he becomes very full of self hatred and ends up ruining things around him just to feel SOMETHING other than this aching anger and pain that won't go away.

I'm probably gonna Yap too much and i do have lots more to add but i havent slept all day and had to run errands in the heat wave and i have a migrane so that held me back, apologies for making it cumbersome for you to read if I haven't already, again I'm really sorry if I wasn't of much help :(

ALSO I JUST HAD THIS HC RN but Tamsand are dumb asf and think they loved the other more than they loved them and their hatred for each other stems from that too, maybe rhysand holds a grudge because he thinks he didn't mean as much to tam as he did to him and he's heartbroken over that and vice versa.

Also I think tamlin would be able to find love in the future with someone else but rhysand can't, I'm basing this off canon ( or whatever I remember of it ) like the guy has a literal mate, a group of friends the whole shebang but he STILL can't seem to leave tamlin alone like sir ??? He's clearly not over it.

I would also highly recommend checking out the tamsand fics of @highlordofkrypton, @praetorqueenreyna, @matrixsss, @lifeisabiscuit & @fourteentrout on more insignt and tips on how to write tamsand, theyre amazing at it! Again these are the people I've seen writing tamsand so please don't hate me if I've left someone out, anyone is free to add their thoughts on tamsand in the reblogs, I'd love to get everyone's opinions.

[fragmentedink]

a long time ago I was asked what the difference between Ash, Nik and Samanta was bec they often share an overlapment of tags on my inspo posts and at the time I didn't really have an answer but I think I figured it out

Ash is warm like a fire. He's warm like a crackling fireplace or the overbearing heat of a forest fire when he's irritated. Fire is destructive, but it's also purifying. Healing. and that's what Ash is. He's destruction, and hs is a healer

Nik is the heat of the burning sun at the beach. He's the sun on wet skin from swimming in the ocean. It's burning and unyielding and can cause a sunburn, but it's the kind of sunburn you get while doing something you love

Samanta is the heat from the sun at the peak of a cloudless day. It's a blinding warm light, that kisses your skin when you're out with your friends. The light glinting off your sunglasses, the sun-kissed pinkish red tint that amplifies freckles and lightens your hair

@achaotichuman @sonics-atelier @autumnruby

[ennawrite]

Thanks for the tag @sonics-atelier (& someone else but i can’t find the post😭)!!

Answer the questions below & tag whoever you want, or make it an open tag!!

Who's your favourite ACOTAR character?

Nesta & Lucien. Tamlin is at the top as well :)

Who's your least favourite character?

Amren. She is not interesting to me at all. I can forgive a lot but I draw the line at boring characters.

Say something nice about your least favourite character.

I think she could be a cool character but SJM hasn’t given us much in regards to the IC, even though they’ve been part of the series since the second book. Maybe she can rectify that in the next few books but I’m losing hope, especially after HOFAS🤷‍♀️

Who's your favourite High Lord? (If you picked one for your fav character, then who's your second fav!)

I absolutely adore Tarquin. I think he has the potential to be a really good HL, especially since the bar is so low😭

Favourite MINOR character?

Probably Jurian, if he counts as a minor character lol. The Bone Carver too, though his death was very anticlimactic for being a DEATH god lmao

Favourite ship? (Crackships included!)

Tamsand, Azris, Targwyn when it comes to crackships. Elucien for real ships!!

Favourite court and why?

I loveee the beach so I love the Summer Court, I feel like it’d be so nice there. I also really like Tarquin & Cresseida and I just know they’d be so fun to party with

Make up a brand new court RIGHT NOW, NO PREP JUST VIBES.

I’m making a court for the girlies, gays & theys. No straight men allowed.

What relationship would you have wanted to see more of in the books?

I wanna see more of Tamlin & Rhys rectifying their past friendship. I would also like to see Lucien/Eris & their mother interacting.

What's your unpopular opinion?

I don’t really LOVE any of the mating pairs we’ve gotten so far, but I’m still a ride or die for Elucien. But also, I loved the idea of feysand & nessian until they actually got together and now I’m doubting SJM’s ability to write a good, healthy romantic relationship. Which is a bit ironic.

What's your favourite headcanon/fan canon?

That Tamlin & Rhys had a brief, violently passionate love affair hundreds of years ago and that’s why there’s so much tension between them (outside of the family murders lol). On the flip side, I also like the idea of Tamlin having a romantic relationship with Rhys’s sister and that she didn’t really, but escaped through the Starlight pool w/ her mother and Tamlin glamoured random heads to look like theirs. That HC gives me peace because it actually utilizes the magical element in these books lmao

If you were swept away to Prythian, what's ONE thing you would want to do?

Oh baby I’m going to all of the Soltice parties. Especially in Spring & Summer. I’m avoiding all the warnings and heading straight to the faerie wine. And then I’m gonna stick realllll close to Tamlin during Calanmai 😏

If you could have ONE faerie ability seen in the books, which would it be?

Ooh probably shapeshifting. I know we haven’t seen too much of it from Tamlin or Feyre (which is a shame) but Lysandra from ToG made it seem so badass. I love it. Also, winnowing sounds amazing.

Again, I’m late to the party so consider this an obligatory tag to YOU if you haven’t done this yet :)

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7 (make it about the second youngest brother), 16, 27, and 43 for the Vanserra brothers ask game

7. Blaize Vanserra has the worst childhood neglect issues, which have led him to develop narcissism and insecure attachments to his parents. Beron gave less and less of a shit about his sons the more he had (down to Lucien, who he loathes), so Blaize is the son he cares about the least. He’s very far off the inheritance line, nor is he very powerful. So of course Blaize was the biggest snitch as a youth, hoping desperately to be thought of as a good son and cared for by Beron. Not even Mamaserra cares much for him; he’s the child she had after her daughter was a miscarriage. So of course, she desperately wanted a daughter, but she wound up with another son instead. Knowing this, from an early age, Blaize developed the habit of dressing up as a woman when he visited his mother.

16. Ohhhhh shit this is hard. They’ve all been highly fucked up by Beron. But I’d have to say the most fucked up is Henri Vanserra. I have a whole fucking backstory about him that I’ll never release but my bestie @sonics-atelier has seen. Basically, he’s a highly introverted person, but because warriors were looked down upon by Beron, he was constantly forced into situations that he was very uncomfortable in (basically forced to engage in politics and act highly extroverted). So he took to writing as his comfort. He writes poetry and stories, and often practices his conversations in the mirror before he ever has them. When his mate turned out to be a diva and highly extroverted, he thought he’d found his savior. Unfortunately, she was also highly rebellious and wasn’t afraid of punishment from Beron like Henri was. Only, Beron would also torment Henri for his mate’s mistakes. So he had to worry about himself and her until she made a bargain to save Henri’s life. Unfortunately, Henri ignored the bargain Nora had made to save her life and went after Lucien himself. Henri was the brother who was killed by Tamlin, who is…his mate’s father. Henri’s mate never forgave Tamlin for it.

27. Beron’s number 1 is, of course, Eris. His number 2 has to be Adélard. Let’s be real, the competition isn’t steep. Henri is shy, which makes him a loser in Beron’s eyes. Vulcan is a spoiled brat. Blaize is too far down the son list for Beron to care unless there’s something special about him, which there isn’t. Plus he finds Blaize’s pleas for attention annoying. That leaves Adélard and Xavier. But while Xavier chooses to model himself after Eris, Adélard models himself after Beron himself. Xavier is definitely 3rd tho.

43. I already answered this one, but here’s the answer again:

Vulcan is the brother who uses the most of Beron’s money. He’s highly promiscuous and overall a messy bitch. That’s why Beron tries to get him married off as soon as he finds a lesser noble willing enough to marry him. She ends up killing him though, and Beron doesn’t even care lmao.

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oomfie... 8 & 11....

hiiii oomfie :] ty for the ask

8. A series you haven't played but are interested in trying

ok i have a lot different answers to this one with varying levels of interest (i.e. whether or not i own the game(s)) so i’ll only list series that i do own games for but haven’t played yet. sorry for being insane.

- resident evil

- dragon age

- bioshock

- dark souls

- klonoa

- halo

- sonic (don’t ask how i haven’t yet. i don’t think mario and sonic games count)

- umineko

- atelier

- dying light

- fallout

- pathologic

- psychonauts

- red dead redemption

11. Do you prefer 'blank slate' main characters you make yourself or otherwise project onto, or characters with a set personality and backstory?

i usually much prefer characters with a set personality and backstory because it allows me to go even more insane for them than i would have if i had to insert my own boring ass into the game universe. sometimes set characters piss me off though, like if they do things that i wouldn’t personally do (i’m thinking of sara from yttd specifically here) but USUALLY i love when they’re their own character. especially if it’s a woman. so like, i forgive sara for annoying me