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Furniture and home decor I think the Forest House would have:

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To finish this year's @tamlinweek the High Lord of Spring cordially invites you to celebrate the Calanmai at his Court! Enjoy the festivities and spend the night with some of Prythian's most famous faces~

Get to know and flirt with them as you discover the many hidden surprises that await you in CalanMine - a free and fully playable ACOTAR Dating Simulator Game.

All you need is a Laptop or PC (sorry, it is not available for mobile).

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Credits Sprite & CG art & Programing: @copypastus BG art: @thrumugnyr Writing: @highlordofkrypton Additional Support: @zenkindoflove@, Yassy Joestar, @praetorqueenreyna Music & Sound Effects: freesound and pixabay (full list available in the in-game credits)

This is a non-profit fan game made out of pure love for the source material. No money was involved in any part of its creation. The original characters and plot are the property of Sarah J. Maas and Bloomsbury.

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Honorable mention for the inspiration of Biscuit, my own little fox:

A Fox in the Manor

Day 7 @tamlinweek : Free Day / Crossovers & Alternative Universes

Tags: Slight angst, fluff, Tamlin trying his best

Summary: Tamlin develops a new skill: Cat herding.

Word Count: ~700

A/n: Hi everyone! This is part 2 of A Court, Regrown, but it can be read as a standalone.

Thank you @olenvasynyt for the headers!

Tamlin was awake. 

Not by his own volition, no, but entirely due to the small creature locked in his office. You had arrived this morning with the creature, tucked down in the picnic basket you had taken to bringing with you on your visits to the spring court. The cat resembled a fox more than anything, covered all over with fluffy orange fur, broken only by the white at its paws and muzzle, as if it had been digging nose first in powder. 

“Biscuit”, you had called it. After the pumpkin biscuits you brought for “him” from the autumn court–though you always inhaled them too fast for Tamlin to try them. It was a rambunctious kitten, leaping off the desk and darting about the room. It finally settled on the windowsill, watching the birds outside. The two of you talked about the builder’s progress, nearly finished with the grounds of the manor and moving to the abandoned homes nearby. He refused to admit it, but he was…torn. His court would return to normal once again. No–not normal. Not after everything. But when that day came, your job would be finished, and he would be alone again. 

You seemed to notice his withdrawal, announcing that you would return the day after next. Rather than watch you go, he went straight to the grounds, the gardens no longer overgrown and neglected. He lost track of how long he had been there, watching the light fade before seeing off the builders for the day. However, when he returned to the empty manor, he was greeted with a loud meow, echoing throughout the halls. It sounded like a question, lilting up as the sound came again, this time further away. Were you still here? He followed the noise, finding Biscuit in one of the guest rooms, bounding toward him and sniffing at his boots. Tamlin looked bewildered for a moment before turning, moving up the stairs to the place he last saw you, the kitten following closely behind. 

You were gone, basket and all, and he somehow doubted you had forgotten the cat. Did you think this would be funny? He had nothing to offer the creature. Still, guessing by the way it had begun meowing incessantly, it was hungry. With a sigh, he turned toward the orange puffball, Biscuit sitting back on his hind legs, pawing at his pants. They ventured down to the kitchens together, Tamlin scronging up the remains of the food you had brought with you–chicken, bread, and cheese. He sat at the servant’s table in the corner, the impatient feline hopping up beside him. 

“No. Down.” He picked up the cat, placing both it and the plate of food on the ground. Unperturbed, the cat dug into the food, making soft eating noises that pulled a laugh from him, breaking the silence. You would be back in two days–he could care for the animal until then. 

That was how he found himself here, just past midlight, lying awake in his bed as Buscuit scratched at the office door, pausing only to meow loudly. Perhaps he should ignore it, Tamlin thought, suddenly cursing whatever motives had caused you to leave the cat. Suddenly, a crash sounded in his office, something shattering, and he jolted upright, moving to the office door and pulling it open. Biscuit darted out as if fleeing the scene, leaving an ancient vase in pieces on the floor. Suppressing a groan, Tamlin turned to follow him, the small creature taking him on a midnight dash–under tables and behind the curtains before he could scoop it into his arms, breathing a little harder than he cared to admit.     

He stared down at Biscuit’s small face, the cat yawning hugely before hunkering down, getting comfortable in his arms. Tamlin checked it over for any injuries as he thought, its rough tongue darting out to meet his hand. Where could he put the cat–away from anything breakable? His feet carried him to his room, a heavy sigh escaping as he made a makeshift bed with a pillow and blanket, placing the cat in the center. Biscuit, curled up immediately, seeming–finally– to settle down for the night. Tamlin slid wearily into bed, keeping an eye on the creature before closing his eyes. 

Tamlin was awake. 

Wet, loud noises dragged him straight from sleep as morning light streamed through the curtains. He opened his eyes, finding the kittens curled as his side, entirely invested in cleaning his paws. He released a loud huff, Biscuit’s golden eyes finding his as he paused, the question clear–breakfast?  

He would have words for you when you returned. 

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A Fox in the Manor

Day 7 @tamlinweek : Free Day / Crossovers & Alternative Universes

Tags: Slight angst, fluff, Tamlin trying his best

Summary: Tamlin develops a new skill: Cat herding.

Word Count: ~700

A/n: Hi everyone! This is part 2 of A Court, Regrown, but it can be read as a standalone.

Thank you @olenvasynyt for the headers!

Tamlin was awake. 

Not by his own volition, no, but entirely due to the small creature locked in his office. You had arrived this morning with the creature, tucked down in the picnic basket you had taken to bringing with you on your visits to the spring court. The cat resembled a fox more than anything, covered all over with fluffy orange fur, broken only by the white at its paws and muzzle, as if it had been digging nose first in powder. 

“Biscuit”, you had called it. After the pumpkin biscuits you brought for “him” from the autumn court–though you always inhaled them too fast for Tamlin to try them. It was a rambunctious kitten, leaping off the desk and darting about the room. It finally settled on the windowsill, watching the birds outside. The two of you talked about the builder’s progress, nearly finished with the grounds of the manor and moving to the abandoned homes nearby. He refused to admit it, but he was…torn. His court would return to normal once again. No–not normal. Not after everything. But when that day came, your job would be finished, and he would be alone again. 

You seemed to notice his withdrawal, announcing that you would return the day after next. Rather than watch you go, he went straight to the grounds, the gardens no longer overgrown and neglected. He lost track of how long he had been there, watching the light fade before seeing off the builders for the day. However, when he returned to the empty manor, he was greeted with a loud meow, echoing throughout the halls. It sounded like a question, lilting up as the sound came again, this time further away. Were you still here? He followed the noise, finding Biscuit in one of the guest rooms, bounding toward him and sniffing at his boots. Tamlin looked bewildered for a moment before turning, moving up the stairs to the place he last saw you, the kitten following closely behind. 

You were gone, basket and all, and he somehow doubted you had forgotten the cat. Did you think this would be funny? He had nothing to offer the creature. Still, guessing by the way it had begun meowing incessantly, it was hungry. With a sigh, he turned toward the orange puffball, Biscuit sitting back on his hind legs, pawing at his pants. They ventured down to the kitchens together, Tamlin scronging up the remains of the food you had brought with you–chicken, bread, and cheese. He sat at the servant’s table in the corner, the impatient feline hopping up beside him. 

“No. Down.” He picked up the cat, placing both it and the plate of food on the ground. Unperturbed, the cat dug into the food, making soft eating noises that pulled a laugh from him, breaking the silence. You would be back in two days–he could care for the animal until then. 

That was how he found himself here, just past midlight, lying awake in his bed as Buscuit scratched at the office door, pausing only to meow loudly. Perhaps he should ignore it, Tamlin thought, suddenly cursing whatever motives had caused you to leave the cat. Suddenly, a crash sounded in his office, something shattering, and he jolted upright, moving to the office door and pulling it open. Biscuit darted out as if fleeing the scene, leaving an ancient vase in pieces on the floor. Suppressing a groan, Tamlin turned to follow him, the small creature taking him on a midnight dash–under tables and behind the curtains before he could scoop it into his arms, breathing a little harder than he cared to admit.     

He stared down at Biscuit’s small face, the cat yawning hugely before hunkering down, getting comfortable in his arms. Tamlin checked it over for any injuries as he thought, its rough tongue darting out to meet his hand. Where could he put the cat–away from anything breakable? His feet carried him to his room, a heavy sigh escaping as he made a makeshift bed with a pillow and blanket, placing the cat in the center. Biscuit, curled up immediately, seeming–finally– to settle down for the night. Tamlin slid wearily into bed, keeping an eye on the creature before closing his eyes. 

Tamlin was awake. 

Wet, loud noises dragged him straight from sleep as morning light streamed through the curtains. He opened his eyes, finding the kittens curled as his side, entirely invested in cleaning his paws. He released a loud huff, Biscuit’s golden eyes finding his as he paused, the question clear–breakfast?  

He would have words for you when you returned. 

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I'll be burned at the stake, probably, but I can't help but make a joke about it

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God don’t look at me

For Tamlin Week 2025, Day 5 - Biting / Chest @tamlinweek

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I'm not even saying "hear me out" I'm holding a megaphone in my hands screaming LISTEN TO ME!!!!

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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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Day 3 • Polycules & Platonics ☘️ @tamlinweek

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i literally don't have time to do a better job of this

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A Court, Regrown

Day 3 @tamlinweek : Polycules & Platonics

Pairing: Tamlin x Reader

Summary: Eris sends you to make a deal with the spring court and Tamlin walks away with a new best friend. AU-ish? Spring court manor is still ruined but Eris has taken over autumn court as the high lord.

Word Count: 1.1k

A/n: Hello everyone! This is my first real imagine for the fandom but this idea popped up and I had to write it. Hope you enjoy!

Thank you @olenvasynyt for the headers!

You stood at the entrance to the spring court manor. Or, rather, what was left of it. One of the large doors lay useless on the stairs, deep gouges left in the wood. The windows. Shattered. The gardens in tatters, and the smell was…well, Eris would owe you a great boon for all this. Since becoming High Lord, Eris was eager to make changes in the Autumn court, eager to do things differently than Beron. You had been half joking, suggesting that he experiment on the ruined manor but he had been taken with the idea, sending you here the next morning. You had tried to dissuade him, to tell him you were no courtier but he would hear nothing of it–you had to do this, apparently. And now the high lord was nowhere to be found. 

The snap of a twig made you freeze a prickling awareness settling over you. You were being watched. 

You turned slowly, eyes moving away from the dilapidated manor to the overgrown forest, a pair of green eyes finding yours. But they were much, much too high up. The creature stepped forward, all tangled, tawny fur and sharp teeth. I suppose that explained the smell, you thought. The beast said nothing, though you would bet a hefty sum he could speak. You rightened your expression, lips pulling up into a smile as you looked at him. 

“Good morning, high lord.” The greeting was met with silence, his large eyes taking in your cloak, the autumn court sigil. 

“As I’m sure you’ve heard, Eris is the new High Lord of Autumn,” you continued, feigning calm, “He sent me to speak to you. He has a deal in mind that would benefit both courts.” 

You hoisted the large picnic basket into view, full of the best food the kitchen could part with, “I thought we could have lunch?” If the offer of help wouldn’t budge the stubborn male, perhaps a proper meal would. 

He eyed you a long moment, the subtle movement of his nose nearly invisible. 

“What does he want.” his voice was rough from disuse, the warning of a predator more than anything. 

“I can certainly explain over breakfast,” you countered, half turning toward the manor, an almost inexplicable curiosity rising up–how would he react? 

The prospect of food seemed to outweigh his concern for he growled, “This way,” before turning into the forest. You hesitated only a moment before following behind, trailing his bear-life form to a small meadow, the buttery sunlight nearly blinding. He sat in the center, his beast form shrinking and changing until it left only…him. He watched as you approached, his expression defiant, expecting scorn. 

Instead, you kneel in the grass, beginning to unpack the meats, cheeses, and bread, his shadow looming over you a moment before he follows suit. 

“What is this?” 

“Breakfast,” his answering growl was met with your own chuckle, “Are you always…so?” 

“So cautious? The autumn court is full of serpents. I would be a fool not to be.” 

“There are no snakes in the autumn court,” You held out a plate, heavy with food, “It’s too cold.” 

His answering look was less than amused. 

You ate in silence, the high lord seemingly torn between propriety and hunger, his face bowed low over his plate. It was clear to see he was handsome, though the extent was hidden under his thick beard and tangled hair. He looked up suddenly and immediately straightened, shadow moving like rain clouds over his face. 

“Enough stalling. What-” 

“You could say ‘thank you’,” you interjected, the male breathing sharply through his nose. 

“State your purpose. That will determine my gratitude.” 

You debated saying nothing, wondering how long it would take for his patience to burn away, “Eris would like to help you rebuild the spring court.” 

You watched something painful pass over his face before falling away, leaving only anger behind, rising to his feet. 

“I have no cause to be in the autumn court’s debt.” 

You watched him go, your voice rising as the distance grew between you,“It would benefit both courts–not just spring.” 

He paused, his broad shoulders stiff. 

“Eris wants to bring some of the human innovations to the autumn court cities but they need somewhere to practice.” You winced as the words left you, realizing how it would sound. 

“He wishes to play in my court? To test these ‘innovations’ in my land?” 

“It’s an offer,” you said slowly, eyes focused on his profile, “Allow our builders to prepare for the autumn court here and they’ll be at your disposal.” 

He opened his mouth, no doubt to protest and you added, “It’s no charity, you would pay for supplies and labor.” 

His mouth closed, his position at the treeline casting him in shadow. 

“What do you have to lose?”

You stood at the entrance to the spring court manor, pulling open the heavy door, the polished floors gleaming with afternoon sun from the windows. Three months had passed since the day you convinced Tamlin to accept the autumn court builders. The beginning had been hard, constantly battling Tamlin’s pride and stubbornness, his instinct to fight you at every turn. But, that all changed two months ago. 

You climbed the stairs to Tamlin’s office, learning his habits well over the weeks. You had overseen the project, traveling to the spring court every other day to check on the workers and cajole Tamlin into letting them work.�� Sure enough, he was hovering at the window, looking into the distance where the builders worked, Biscuit dozing happily on his shoulders. He was clearly handsome now, his hair tied back at his nape and no beard to be found. 

“Do you think they’ll disappear if you look away?” His shoulders stiffened in the way they always did when embarrassed. 

“We were just watching the sunset,” he said, pulling the kitten into his arms. 

“Sure.” You moved forward, reaching up to scratch the fluffy orange cat on the chin. 

You had found Biscuit in the autumn court wood when he was barely more than a handspan large. Taking him the same afternoon to meet Tamlin. As expected, Tamlin’s irritation turned to begrudging acceptance before they were inseparable, the small cat often riding around on his shoulders as he worked in his office. 

“Are you sick of him yet?” It had been a running joke between you, echoing his initial reaction when the little puff ball had been placed in his arms, “I can take him off your hands.”

He frowned, though his eyes were smiling. 

“He was a gift. It’s bad form to return such a thing.” 

Your eyes met the ceiling as he held the cat close, turning toward you at the doorway.  

“Join us for dinner?” 

“Always.”

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Day 1 of @tamlinweek - Forgiveness / Change

The event is finally here! Starting off with Nesta and Tamlin working on themselves together. I really wish they could have been friends.

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ACOTAR tweets // tamlin week

@tamlinweek started today and I'm seeing so much love for Tamlin in every way, shape or form! I had to make a meme that encapsulates the energy of my feed 🥰

Happy Tamlin Week, everyone!

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Day 1: Forgiveness/Change "I know you're scared right now. If you could only see how much your people will love you, how much you'll help them...Trust me. You'll do the best you can do, and it will be enough." - If Future Tamlin could console Young Tamlin <3 (Created using the Picrew created by @copypastus for Tamlin Week!)

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Dark Spring

For @tamlinweek