#thrumming

[whats-in-a-sentence]

"Can you tell me what it's like?" asked the Witch (thrum, thrum, thrum, went the strings).

"The Chronicles of Narnia: The Silver Chair" - C. S. Lewis

[tenth-sentence]

She began to play it with her fingers – a steady, monotonous thrumming that you didn't notice after a few minutes.

"The Chronicles of Narnia: The Silver Chair" - C. S. Lewis

[viverridae]

i got the library job 😦😦

[prokopetz]

Detachable junk sounds good in theory, but I can't help but feel that the plug-and-play approach is just asking for trouble. Forget about USB compatibility – I want something mounted on a threaded rod that I have to spend several minutes turning into place, and it makes an obtrusive squeaka-squeaka-squeaka noise the whole time because I'm a dumbass and forgot to lubricate it. I want something that needs to be seated and secured like the parallel data cable from a 1950s computer. I want something where removing it requires disengaging a series of four interlocking mechanical toggles, and I want each of those toggles to go ka-chunk.

[bjgm8dlrs]

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[thrumbolt]

Sometimes I forget why exactly I disliked ACOMAF as much as I did and then I see a random quote and am instantly reminded.

This is exactly the type of gaslighting that this book does that annoyed me so. fucking. badly.

'All he'd wanted to do wasn't free me, but fuck me' - ah yes, because it totally wasn't her who went for his pants first.

'He hadn't tried to kill her, hadn't crawled for me'

Excuse me? He crawled as he was bleeding out from a chest wound, still tied up. Not to mention he DID kill Amarantha in the end. (Also he couldn't kill her before, because that's how magic bonds work - none of the high lords could lift a finger against her. There was literally nothing he was able to do).

Also it makes no SENSE for Feyre to be resentful of Tamlin not rescuing her all of a sudden? Tamlin saved her already by returning her to the human realm. SHE returned to fight and die for him. She KNEW she'd most likely die but she was there to rescue HIM. It's not like she got kidnapped by Amarantha and he just watched, no she came to die for him. It's kind of weird to blame him for not getting her out when she came in to get HIM out.

So yeah, ACOMAF is awful in this regard and I just don't get it. It would have been quite easy and possible to make Feyre realize that Tamlin isn't right for her without literally making shit up about him that conflicts with book one.

[copypastus]

One final entry from me for our acotar gift exchange. Tamlin appreciating his Lucien for @thrumbolt

[adhd-merlin]

merlin is so funny, he's like "arthur can't find out I have magic", then he goes and says shit like "every leaf and every bug is full of life here. can't you feel the world's vibrating"

[roychewtoy]

[discopaws]

When you wake up in a dark and evil forest and run into your least favourite leporine ambassadorial acquaintance, who proceeds to do nothing but flirt. "So is there a Princess Lion?"

[dark-elf-writes]

I just woke up from a very short dream where Konoha was peaceful after Naruto took over and as kakashi got older and the fighting stayed inactive, he noticed his stomach get a bit of squish to it. Just him poking his stomach in front of the mirror and realizing he doesn’t have like washboard abs for the first time since he was capable of developing muscle mass. And finally realizing the peace will last. Has lasted. That he hasn’t been sent to kill for years now and won’t be ever again.

THANK YOU UNCONSCIOUS BRAIN! That was a magnificent idea.

Kakashi doesn’t really notice it at first, how could he when he’s making sure his former student settles into his new role and staying close by just in case he needs help or advice or anything really. Not that he looks like he’s hovering, sprawled out over a couch Naruto had moved into the Hokage office and pretending to read as he listened for any threat. Shikamaru rolls his eyes whenever he sees him. Naruto never kicks him out though. He does, however keep pushing water and tea and food into Kakashi’s hands, griping about him not being allowed to starve himself in his office.

Everyone seems to be pushing food on him, he realizes later. Guy dragging Kakashi out for dinner, Sakura bringing two bentos when she stops by for her weekly bitching session report with him and Naruto, Anko giving him a stick of dango as she bemoans her eyes being bigger than her stomach. Shikamaru keeps pushing water and tea at him as well as Naruto. Says something about how both of them would drop dead of dehydration if he wasn’t there. While that was probably true Kakashi preferred to believe the Nara was slowly trying to drown them one glass of water at a time.

He doesn’t notice until Pakkun points it out one morning as he walks around his house without a shirt (without a mask. When did he start feeling comfortable with his face uncovered even in his own home?)

“You look better with more meat on your bones. Less like you’re going to die if you miss a damn meal.” Kakashi blinked, looking down at himself and poking at the soft skin of his stomach.

There was still muscle there of course. He would never stop training even if peace lasted until the day he died but…

He looked more like Guy now he realized, just as strong but without the definition. He thought he liked it. Liked not being able to see the clear cuts between his muscles. Liked looking a bit softer. Still,

“Maa, are you telling me to go on a diet, Pakkun?”

The ninken bares his teeth at him, waiting for him to settle onto the couch (an exact copy of the one in naruto’s office. a gift from Sasuke with a deadpan expression and humor glinting in his eyes) before jumping up to lay on his stomach, making sure his paws dig in just a bit to hard to prove his point.

“No. You’re far more comfortable now.”

Kakashi hums as Pakkun settles down for a nap and decides that the village wouldn’t fall if he took a day off from lurking around his student’s office before settling back into the cushions to join him.

[thrumugnyr]

Thanks to everyone who cheered me up last week when I was down! Work was much more chill again the past days - plus turns out I'll get a bonus! Woo! So have a (very) early preview for the Tamsand comic I'm working on right now!

[viverridae]

i have an interview at the library next week, pls pray for me 😭♥️

[ohitslen]

I have way too many pencil doodles so have a sprinkle of them

First one is more of @flowercitti ‘s Nick from “Love and it’s decisive pain (Sunlight)” on Ao3 because he has me on a chokehold ever since I read about his moles and pretty hair

[koniknits]

Thrummed mittens!

[praetorqueenreyna]

A present for @thrumbolt for our ACOTAR gift exchange!! I'll never say no to writing more Tamcien!

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“I don’t believe you.”

Tamlin flushed bright red. “It’s true.”

“But it’s been—” Lucien paused to do some mental math. “Almost 100 years since you became High Lord?”

“Correct.”

“And you haven’t slept with anyone outside of Calanmai since then?”

“No.” Tamlin avoided Lucien’s gaze, his eyes cast downward onto the knife that he was sharpening to a sliver. His calloused hands guided the blade over the whetstone with an unexpectedly gentle precision.

Lucien hadn’t meant to embarrass Tamlin. He had simply teased the High Lord about one of the noblewomen who had been flirting with him on their last trip to the Winter Court. After a joke about the female warming herself in Tamlin’s bed, he had revealed that, outside of the ritual of Fire Night, he hadn’t bedded anyone since he had become High Lord.

“Why not?” Lucien asked. The idea that there was a dearth of available partners was absurd. Tamlin was handsome, and kind, and inelegantly charming when he wasn’t trying to be. Everywhere they went, both males and females batted their eyes at him, eager for a chance to roll in the sheets with the warrior lord. Tamlin had always politely turned down these advances in front of Lucien, but he had never dreamed that Tamlin was turning everyone away.

“I don’t know.” Tamlin sighed. “I guess…at first I was so preoccupied trying to get everything in order. I wasn’t prepared to be High Lord. I was paranoid and overwhelmed. I felt that getting that close to other fae would put Spring at risk. Then, after it had been a while…” he trailed off.

“What?” Lucien nudged when Tamlin didn’t continue.

“After it had been a while, it felt new. I hadn’t bedded many others before, and it had been so long, I was worried I’d be bad at it. It’s stupid, but there you go.”

Tamlin was so sweet, so earnest, so embarrassed, that Lucien wanted nothing more than to gather him in his arms and hold him close. Tamlin fumbled over his words, still blushing furiously, clearly expecting Lucien to mock him for his sexual inexperience. He would never do so, of course, but he was curious.

“What about Calanmai? That happens every year. Shouldn’t that count?”

“It’s not the same. That’s a ritual, and I’m barely even there. I don’t have to worry about anything then.” Tamlin shrugged, his shoulders tight.

The words were out of his mouth before he could begin to question them. “I could help you.”

Finally, Tamlin looked up at him with wide green eyes. “What do you mean?”

This is a bad idea, he warned himself, but it was too late to backtrack. “I mean, if you wanted to. With someone you trust.” Lucien took one of Tamlin’s hands off the knife, clasping it in his own. “With someone who trusts you.”

Tamlin blinked as comprehension dawned on him. “You’d do that for me?”

“I’d do anything for you.”

******************************

They agreed to meet in Lucien’s room. Due to the nature of their visit, Lucien debated greeting Tamlin without any clothes. After a few minutes, he felt silly waiting naked at his desk, so he dressed himself in casual pants and an oversized tunic. He pretended to read, his ears straining towards the door, twitching at every sound. Finally, the unmistakable tread of Tamlin’s footsteps, followed by a timid knock on the door. Lucien rushed over to open it. Tamlin had been of similar mind and was dressed in simple sleeping clothes. He fidgeted in the doorway, reminding Lucien that he would have to take the lead tonight.

“Come here.” Lucien playfully grabbed the hem of Tamlin’s shirt and pulled him into the room. He guided them to the edge of the bed and paused. He wanted to give Tamlin chances to pull away or to guide them forward, whichever way he was feeling.

“What now?” Tamlin asked, his voice coming out a choked whisper.

“Now we get rid of this.” Lucien lifted Tamlin’s shirt up over his head. Tamlin raised his arms to help, allowing Lucien to manhandle him until the shirt could be carelessly tossed aside. “And this.” Lucien removed his own shirt, and it joined Tamlin’s on the floor. “And these.” In a single smooth motion, he slid his pants down and kicked them away, leaving him bare. Tamlin’s throat bobbed and he kept his eyes fixated on Lucien’s face, not allowing them to wander down the expanse of muscle and limbs now exposed before him. Without looking down, Lucien could already scent his arousal. He waited, and this time Tamlin moved on his own, fully undressing himself before sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Perfect,” Lucien purred. He climbed on the bed and straddled Tamlin’s lap, settling his weight on the other male’s thighs. Tamlin’s hands hovered awkwardly in the air, skating around the edge of Lucien’s body before settling on his hips. “Now, kiss me.”

Tamlin obeyed, tentative at first, then diving in headfirst with a fervor that startled Lucien. The kiss was sloppy, but Tamlin more than made up for the lack of technique with eagerness. Lucien got lost in the kiss, temporarily forgetting what they were there to do. He savored the push and pull of Tamlin’s lips and tongue against his, the slide of their bare chests against each other. It was a surprise, then, when Tamlin shifted, flipping them over so Lucien was splayed on his back under him.

“I thought you said you were out of practice,” Lucien accused.

“It’s starting to come back to me.” Tamlin kissed him again, then dragged his tongue over Lucien’s chin and down his neck, swirling it in the hollow of his throat. He continued his languid exploration of Lucien’s body: tongue tracing across his chest, outlining the muscles on his abdomen, skirting his navel until it finally reached where Lucien needed it most.

Tamlin was an excellent student. With only a few breathless instructions, he had Lucien coming undone beneath him. When Lucien couldn’t stand it any longer, he pulled Tamlin up, kissing him fiercely, tasting himself on the other male’s mouth. He educated Tamlin until the early light of dawn began to creep in through the windows. The High Lord’s stamina was incredible; Lucien now understood why fae were so eager to be chosen as maiden at Fire Night.

Lucien drowsily watched Tamlin slip out of bed and begin to dress himself. “What are you doing?”

“I have a lot of work to do today.”

“You can’t be serious.” Lucien stretched, feeling every ache and pain of their active night. “I don’t think I can even walk.”

“Luckily, you don’t have to.” Tamlin came to stand by the side of the bed. Light as a feather, he ran the back of one finger down the side of Lucien’s face. Lucien closed his eyes at the tender contact. “Thank you. Truly. Get some rest, I’ll see you tonight for dinner.” He hesitated, as if there was more he wanted to say. Lucien waited, unsure if he even wanted Tamlin to continue. His High Lord simply cleared his throat and hurried out of the room, leaving Lucien surrounded by his scent in his sheets.

******************************

The Calanmai drums beat a heavy, sensual rhythm, barely muffled by the walls of the cave. Lucien sat on the stone altar he had been placed on, watching the High Lord carefully.

“You’re not him, are you?” he finally said.

The being inhabiting Tamlin’s body tilted its head. “No.” Its manner was feline and predatory, so unlike the sweet Tamlin that Lucien was familiar with. When it pinned Lucien with its gaze, he could see that Tamlin’s green eyes were swallowed up by endless black.

Despite being so close to Tamlin, Lucien actually knew very little about what happened to him during the Rite. Tamlin didn’t like to talk about it, and simply gave a vague explanation that his body became a vessel for the power of the ancient gods. Only now, after Tamlin pushed through the crowd of maidens to pick him, did he realize the full extent of the ritual. Tamlin was fully possessed; whatever god that had been invited in was controlling his every movement.

Lucien had a million questions, but there was one that was more pressing than anything else. “Why me?” It wasn’t unheard of for the Spring Lord to pick a male for the ritual. It hadn’t happened under Tamlin’s reign, though.

“The choice is influenced by the High Lord’s preferences,” the being in Tamlin’s body explained. “The Rite is more powerful and more effective when completed with someone he desires.” Its mouth twitched into a smirk. “Your lessons had more influence on your lord than you realized.”

Lucien opened his mouth to retort. Tamlin’s body flickered out of existence and reappeared in front of him, pressing him down onto the altar. It kissed Lucien, flooding his mouth with the cold nothing of the cosmos.

“Don’t worry, we’ll make it good for you.” Between one blink and the next, they were both naked. “Just like you taught us.”