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HEGDJDGSAHHHH! Thank youuu, this made my day! I could throw all the compliments right back at you though! ;D You're such a talented writer and I was so shy to write to you first haha, but I'm glad I did!

12 for the fandom asks!

12. compliment someone else in your fandom

This was so hard to choose one person. But I'll only do one because I don't want anyone to feel left out!

I'm going to throw hundreds and thousands of compliments to @thrumbolt / @thrumugnyr . Thrum is an amazing artist. I'm so impressed by the creativity and whimsy in their art. They're immensely talented and have such great emotional range in the pieces. From the heart wrenchingly beautiful to the playful and silly. I really think Thrum is a bright spot in this fandom and it wouldn't be the same without them. Thrum is also such a warm and welcoming person, and no matter what you ship or character that you like, you'll find things to talk about with Thrum because they really don't take any of the wank in this fandom seriously. I feel really lucky that Thrum started talking to me one day. I had been a big admirer of their art for a long time, and have only become a bigger fan knowing what a wonderful person they are.

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Tamlin and Nyx in beast form, inspired by @witch-and-her-witcher's fanfic A Court of Chaos and Darkness

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Around and around the darkness swirled, the beginning and end of the world. - ACOMAF, Chapter 38

Rhysand during his nightmare, half shifted into his beast form.

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My entry for @tamlinweek Day 3 - Polycules & Platonics

I can't be the only one who immediately thought of this when reading that scene in ACOFAS....right?

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Some of the backgrounds I worked on for the CalanMine game!

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My entry for @tamlinweek Day 3 - Polycules & Platonics

I can't be the only one who immediately thought of this when reading that scene in ACOFAS....right?

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My entry for @tamlinweek Day 2: Spring Mythology & Celebrations

A Spring Court hunt with Tamlin, Lucien, Bron and Hart.

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My entry for @tamlinweek Day 1: Forgiveness / Change

This is based on the Witch Hat Atelier art challenge that was on the bird app a while back (you can find the original art under the cut).

I thought the image fit Tamlin so beautifully.

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Pants Brawl for @officialrhysandweek Day 2: Illyrian Warrior

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Hello! I know I'm 2 years late, but is it still possible to get a copy of A Song of Blood and Knives?

Hi there! You are lucky! I have one more copy with me I think.

But remember to contact me off anon to order (because I can't reply to anons in private and you will not get notifications)!

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I don't know if there's anyone still around who cares about my Curse of Strahd campaign updates, but Patataj and his companions had to rescue Rahadin (and all of Barovia) from some amber temple eldritch evil and it was really sweet!

We also had 3 bags of animals and might have panicked a little for this battle....

In the end we won the battle! We almost lost twice. Having the entire plane of Barovia collapse into itself would've been a rather anticlimactic end for this campaign - but luckily we managed (that giant elk held on longer than expected and was surprisingly useful haha). Strahd is also so impressed that he didn't have to lift his ass to do anything, he might just let us leave as a parting gift if we ask him for it.

Though, I don't know if Patataj even wants to leave anymore.

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Tamlin Creator Appreciation: thrumbolt

Another cornerstone of the Tamlin fandom is Thrum, found @thrumbolt and @thrumugnyr!

She's great at drawing angst and drama and horses but also so funny and so good at setting the mood in her art and also so funny. Great at making the fandom a better place and the best girlfriend in the whole world.

Somewhat biased appreciation aside, the Tamlin fandom would not be what it is today without Thrum! They are an incredible artist, managing to capture intense emotion and movement in a single drawing. They are also very active in the ACOTAR community on other platforms, encouraging people who might be nervous about sharing their love of Tamlin to do so. We love our Thrum!!

(the original artwork is posted here, and includes a ficlet written by @highlordofkrypton to accompany it! Please check it out!)

Submit your own favorite Tamlin works right here!

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“There is no death here. Only pleasure, if you are willing.”

Brannagh and Dagdan from A Court of Wings and Ruin

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“I was now High Lord and could do what I wanted with trespassers threatening the peace of my lands. I claimed Lucien as my own—named him emissary, since he’d already made many friends across the courts and had always been good at talking to people, while I… can find it difficult. He’s been here ever since.” - ACOTAR, Chapter 18

Tamlin rescuing Lucien from his brothers. I thought about drawing this scene ever since I read it and wanting to make a gift for @yaralulu, who loves angsty stuff as much as I do, I finally took the time for it!

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My final @acotargiftexchange gift for @witch-and-her-witcher: Rhysand giving Tamlin suggestions on how to improve his limericks (i.e. adding more dirty words~)

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My @acotargiftexchange gift for @witch-and-her-witcher: Secret lovers Tamlin and Rhysand

Big thanks go out to Santa helper @highlordofkrypton, who graciously offered to contribute a little ficlet for the piece as well~! You can read it under the cut:

Meet me when the spirit blossoms bloom

The stars fall from the sky, sneaky little droplets under the cover of Night. They slip through the crack of Tamlin’s window, dancing across his sheets with their tails entwined like held hands. The bright baubles play, forgetting their missive for a brief moment of joy. The littlest one tumbles, bumping right into the young lord’s chin. It scrambles over his lips and wiggles under his nose until its a—ah—

“Achoo!”

Tamlin wakes with a surprise. He looks at the lights, and they pass on the message with great theatrics. He scoops them into his arms, and carries them to the window sill where they may watch, or leave. Whatever they please. He dresses swiftly, faster than the anxious beat of his heart.

I shouldn’t. I can’t allow this to continue.

And yet, his fingers fly across the buttons of his shirt, buttoning them with swift ease. His body thrums with eagerness. Each thump in his chest speaks his truth: I want to see him, I want to see him, I want to see him. Tamlin scoops up the stars as he leaps onto the sill, gently tossing them into the sky. They have a duty now, too, to watch over them and warn them of danger. With each escape, Tamlin cannot help but expect the sound of the alarms, of the furious steps of his brothers and of his name twisted into that of a traitor’s, but it never comes. One day, it will, but he takes today for himself and gifts it to the one who summons him.

Tamlin slips out of his father’s court and flies the rest of the way, trusting his great tawny wings to carry him where he needs to go. Past Summer, past Winter and over the Middle. If these Lords sense his trespassing, they say nothing.

I have to tell him. I have to be strong for both of us.

The meadow in Dawn is one of many safe spaces where duty, tradition and expectation cannot find them. It is a quiet place shielded by trees where alabaster flowers bloom. Their cores are not of colourful pollen, but of tiny little wisps, little spirits of neither human nor faerie nature. The wisps keep their secret, and Tamlin will be eternally grateful to them.

There is no choice to make, only something he must do. Love or life. He cannot love if one of them is dead. By ending this, he is protecting both of them. He is making sure that his beauty, his wonder and his charm carry on somewhere in this damned world, even if it’s not with Tamlin. 

He will change lives. He has already changed mine.

It’s different in his presence. Rhysand brings the moon and the stars with him, his personal guard while the rest of the nation slumbers. A dashing smile blooms on his handsome features, growing wider and wider at the sight of Tamlin. His joy is clear on his face, and the flush on his cheeks is a matching pair to Tamlin’s.

“Rhysand,” Tamlin breathes.

“Darling,” Rhysand hums, reaching for him.

“Wait—”

The words get caught in his throat as he sees the elation in Rhysand’s face falter. The smile slips away, replaced with worry and… sadness.

“What is it?” Rhysand asks, just a whisper, as if he can still prevent the moment from shattering.

I can’t do it.

Tamlin closes his eyes, shaking his head. He exhales, and leans in close. “I think… I think I’m in love with you.”

Rhysand chuckles in relief. He bumps his head against Tamlin’s, mindful of his antlers. “I thought you were going to say something else. I love you too.”

There’s a sorrow in Rhysand’s eyes that never quite leaves, no matter how fine he appears. He knows what Tamlin was going to say. The end is coming, sooner or later, but not now. Not if Rhysand can help it.

Just one more day.

One more day by the spirit blossoms.

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I finally fixed it. I added the dang masks.

Lucien making sure Tamlin is extra pretty to woo the human!

(This one is for @taymartiart who requested Lucien braiding Tamlin's hair~)