axolotl sprout

here for the good times 💜 21+ she/her - desert duo 🏜️ - Hannigram - WangXian - Tamsand - Hollanov - ❤️💛💚 - 🐢 -

[axolotlsprout]

I'm Sprout, she/her. Multi-ship/fandom blog dedicated to my latest obsession.

Bewarned: I enjoy RPF and 18+, viewer discretion is advised.

My current rotation includes but is not limited to:

Hannigram

MuderHelion

Hermitcraft - Scarian/Desert Duo

WangXian & BJYX

Tamsand

Hollanov

Recently, I've taken up drawing again and will tag #sprout doodles

I also enjoy reading and want to post little book rec's & reviews under #sprouts library

Asks are always open so feel free to come say hi!

[trash-shrike]

I give up. Here’s Rhys blocking a spotlight with his ass

@officialrhysweek day 5, masks…. Bc hes uh. masking the spotlight. with his ass. yea

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my first ever Tamlin art AND it is for @tamlinweek hello?? thanks for allowing late submissions🥺

The High Lord of Spring has flowers in his hair and wears a butterfly necklace that belonged to his mother🦋🩷

a lil close up as well for a bit more detail :)

[axolotlsprout]

Squeezed in a final post for @tamlinweek ! Everyone should admire the peaches on our Spring King! Originally meant for the limerick day but am in the middle of moving. Thanks to everyone for such a wonderful week filled with so much Tamlin love!

Outfit and Tattoo inspiraiton credit to @lifeisabiscuit ❤️

[pitohiu]

Tamlin Week Day Seven: Free Day / AU

WOO! Last TamlinWeek piece! And we have the return of my acotar Wild West AU. Featuring Tamlin and his horse who I’ve named Beltane after the ‘May Day’ festival that is the Gaelic counterpart to Calamai in the books and Calan Mai in the real world (which is a Welsh celebration). Beltane meaning ‘bright/lucky fire’ or ‘fire of bel’. (As these are real world practices/celebrations please lemme know if I’ve gotten anything wrong!)

I sounded the two with spring flowers including:

Foxglove: healing, protection and magic. (I know there’s more negative traits to the flower but I went with these ones for him.)

Daffodils: rebirth, new beginnings and joy.

@tamlinweek / dividers by @olenvasynyt thank you so much for making them!

[lifeisabiscuit]

Tamlin week day seven: Free day/Alternate universe

Modern Tamsand | Boss! Rhysand/Assistant! Tamlin | Rated E (Smut is implied until last chapter) | 6 Chapters | Alternating POV | 12,937 Total Words

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Summary: Tamlin has been Rhysand's assistant for five years. He grabs his coffee, answers his emails, keeps him organized and has been sleeping with him in an arrangement that suits them both. Until it doesn't. Loosely inspired by the proposal/Two weeks notice, etc.

Warnings: Power dynamics, Rhys is an asshole but he does care about Tamlin, Slight workplace bullying.

Shoutout to @limeandorange for the pasta recommendations for Tam and Rhys in chapter three 💕

@tamlinweek

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Tamlin

The roar of the city filled Tamlin's senses as he stepped out of his apartment building. It was a much nicer place than the one he had shared with his friends Andras and Lucien five years ago before he was hired at Velaris & Illyria, one of the top companies in the city. One look at their small apartment had his boss renting him an apartment in his building, just a few floors down from his penthouse. He 'couldn't have his assistant living in squalor,' he had said, but Tamlin thinks he just wanted him nearby so he could bother him at all times of day and night.

He waves to the doorman who is standing outside and starts walking towards the subway, wondering how far he'd get this time.

Fifteen steps apparently, as he heard a horn beep and turned to see the familiar black town car pull up beside him. The backseat window rolled down and his boss called out, not even looking up from his phone.

"Get in, Tamlin."

Tamlin sighed before striding to the car and getting in the back beside his boss.

Rhysand Velaris.

"I can take the subway, you know. You don't need to drive me."

"Hello to you too, cub." Rhys said, using the nickname Tamlin despised. It had started when Tamlin had accidentally knocked over Rhys' coffee in his early days after getting too excited about being invited on his first business trip and Rhys had said he was 'overenthusiatic and clumsy like a lion cub'. "Besides, I'm not driving you. Keir is."

"Hello Mr.Velaris, and it's the same thing. It doesn't look good for me to be getting a ride with you."

"Rhys." He corrects, ignoring Tamlin's attempt at professionalism. "And what does it matter what it looks like? We live in the same building, we work in the same place. It makes perfect sense."

"It makes me look favored."

"You are favored. You're my assistant, you're much more important than the rest of them."

Tamlin dropped his head back in exasperation. "That's not true and it makes people dislike me."

"Then they aren't worth your time. Now, what is on the agenda today?" Rhys asked, changing the subject.

Sighing, Tamlin pulled out his phone, the newest model of course, since Rhysand couldn't have his assistant using last month's version. He pulls up the calendar. "You have a meeting with the board at 9 am. A lunch date with your cousin Morrigan at 12:30 pm to discuss the upcoming charity gala and then a meeting with Ms.Archeron at 2 pm to discuss a merger."

"Which Archeron?"

Tamlin opens the email and finds the one he's looking for "Feyre."

Rhys groans, "Why can't they ever send Nesta? She's more professional than her sister."

"She has little patience for these meetings. Feyre is better with people."

"Better in wasting her time trying to seduce them.”

Tamlin looked at him, an amused look on his face. "Are you still upset that she made moves on Mr. Adriata after you agreed to meet her for drinks?"

Rhys shot him a look and he almost regretted asking "No. I was never serious about her, I just wanted to get her off my back. It doesn't change the fact that she is annoying."

"If you say so, sir." 

Rhys' eyes flash at that and when he asks Keir to lift the partition, Tamlin knows what's coming.

"Mr. Velaris..."

"Rhys. You know what you calling me sir does to me." Rhysand says as he puts his phone down and unbuckles his pants. "Get on your knees for me, cub."

Tamlin gulps but undoes his seatbelt and gets down on his knees in front of Rhys, his own erection stirring in his pants. "Yes, Rhys."

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[trash-shrike]

I’m hardly me anymore

[copypastus]

Day 6 of @tamlinweek - Spring Court After Dark

He's ready to fertilise the land.

[theiudices]

Tamlin Week; Day Five: Shapeshifter.

(Except it’s not day five but let’s ignore that just this once!! <3)

[Concept Art: The Many Faces of Spring]

There is a very useful piece of advice that circulates through the villages of Tamlin’s Court: You have to feel, rather than see, the High Lord of Spring. If you rely on your eyes, they will deceive you.

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I did actually debate coloring this but again I realized it was simply not happening in time! I like the sketch for this though, enough to want to post it anyways. The concept is admittedly a touch out there but I hope someone sees the vision lmfaoo

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Thank you to @tamlinweek again for this event! Sorry for posting twice in one day 🤣🫶 I got excited

Art Taglist: (let me know if you want on or off, as always!)

@nus4y @the-darkestminds @eatsbooks @ejkreader @chunkypossum @secret-third-thing @g00seg1rl @fourteentrout @brunetterebel010 @irithiadourden

[wolfbxxch]

Mehhh it’s not the best but I do like their clothes.

[illyrianbuck]

what is a pool of starlight doing in the spring court

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(Tamlin Week Day 4: ‘companionship’ @tamlinweek )

[lifeisabiscuit]

Tamlin week Day six: Spring court after dark (NSFW)/Community collaborations

I'm so excited to reveal the collaboration between me and @axolotlsprout ! I'm so lucky Sprout agreed to collab with me, I had the best time and I'm so proud of what we created. I couldn't have asked for a better collaborator!

This was possible thanks to our mutual love of Tamsand, Heated rivalry and Hudcon. We hope you enjoy Sprout's amazing art and my fic as much as we do! Thanks again Sprout! You've been an amazing collaborator and friend 💕

Behind the bright lights

Modern Tamsand | Rival actors | Explicit | 7,619 Words

Summary:

Tamlin Hawthorn and Rhysand Austin are rival actors who fight for roles, awards and the love of their fans. But behind closed doors they share a passion that grows hotter each time they cross paths at different award shows. When they are cast in the same movie, will that fiery passion grow out of control or lead to something real?

@tamlinweek

Playlist I listened to while writing

Dividers by: @olenvasynyt 💕

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Lights flashed everywhere as Tamlin Hawthorn posed for the press. He was attending the BAFTA awards to represent the Eris Vanserra directed film that came out last year, along with his cast mates Tarquin and Nualla. The two of them had arrived just before him and he could see them if he looked down the carpet. 

Nualla was stunning in a fitted black lace dress that if you squint you could see her matching black undergarments underneath while Tarquin was wearing a silk scale patterned shirt unbuttoned to right above his naval, white pants and a white pleather floor length jacket. 

Tamlin had decided to wear a custom fitted black Balmain suit. The emerald hoops in his ears match his deep green shirt and the rings on his fingers. They'd tamed his blonde waves by braiding them back on the top and sides before tying them back in a bun. It would end up out of the braids by the end of the night but for now it seemed to be a hit with the press and according to his assistant, the fans on his social media he never checked. As flattered as he was, he had no desire to see the thirsty comments left to him by women and men and even less desire to hear about some of his…colleagues.

The crowd suddenly got louder as someone new stepped onto the carpet. The cameras continued to flash at him even while the people holding them peered over to see who had arrived. 

Tamlin didn't need to turn his head to see who it was as he continued to pose; he could feel the air shift as the other man made his way onto the carpet. 

Rhysand Austin. His rival in the acting world. 

No one knows how it started but Tamlin thinks it might have been when he'd gotten his first big role in a film directed by Helion Hemera, beating out many newcomers, seasoned actors and men at the height of their careers, one being Rhysand. The latter had made some disparaging comments about Tamlin to the press and had hinted in earshot of the Paparazzi, that he had earned the role by humoring Helion's little crush in the bedroom. A bold faced lie that led Tamlin to tell the journalist who asked him about it that it sounded like Rhysand was talking from experience. Thus, a rivalry was born.

Rhys was four years older than Tamlin, 28 to his 24 at the time, but they still competed for the same roles, for the same awards and for the love of the fans. They continued to make jabs at each other in the press and trash talk their movies. All without ever having a face to face conversation. 

As far as the public knows, anyways. 

What they don't know is the two men had met shortly after Tamlin's response to Rhys' defamatory comments, in some small dive bar in West LA. A confrontation that had led to an argument, a spilled drink, a surprise heated kiss in the bathroom and ended with them naked in Tamlin's hotel room.

Four months passed between what they had both called a mistake before they met again at the Actor's awards and hooked up again, this time in Rhys' hotel room after the show. From then on, they continued their sordid affair anytime they were at the same award show, premiere or party.

As he smiles at the photographers before moving down the carpet towards the interviewers who would no doubt barely ask about the movie he was in and more about how he feels about his rival being on the same carpet, he can feel the familiar heated gaze on his back and knows tonight won't be any different.

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[axolotlsprout]

A delight and honor to get to work with you @lifeisabiscuit, Queen of Tamsand, on this.!!!Highlight of my time in this fandom ❤️🔥🤩 Your stories always inspire me and this one was a blast to get to knock our noggins together on!

Go read this fic now because it's amazingly hot!!

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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Day 6 of @tamlinweek - Spring Court After Dark (NSFW)

Based on this post. Thought it was very Tamsand coded :D

[lifeisabiscuit]

Tamlin week Day five: Shapeshifter/Masquerade

Tamsand | First meeting | Explicit smut | 3,015 words

Beautiful stranger

Summary: Tamlin is bullied into going to the masquerade "ball" (more like an orgy if you ask him). He doesn't plan on participating until his eyes meet a pair of violet eyes across the room.

This is my third fic of the day 😅 I was simply too inspired and too indecisive lol. Enjoy! @tamlinweek

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Tamlin was wandering around the golden ballroom in the Day court, trying to pretend he’s having a good time when his eyes land on a masked stranger across the room and he's immediately drawn to the color of their eyes. He watches the other male look him up and down before a smirk appears on his lips.

A black mask covered the top half of his face, one half was full of intricate silver swirls while the other eye was surrounded by black feathers as dark as night itself. It made the violet color of their eyes stand out like two shining amethysts. The sheer black shirt he wore showed off the swirling tattoos on his torso and the leather pants were fitted to his muscular thighs. Tamlin’s own mask was green with its own golden swirls and leaves on it, the white silk shirt fit his body well as did the dark brown fitted trousers. Still, it was nothing compared to the other male's outfit or even to his brother’s extravagant masks. The stranger angles his head in a silent question and Tamlin swallows hard, nervous by the decision he has to make.

The masquerade ball thrown at Day court was less of a political thing this time, more of a casual orgy if you ask Tamlin, at least for the younger members of the courts. All the younger members had been sent a letter saying all types of debauchery and sex were to be had. With the anonymity of the masks, and all their parents in the larger ballroom in the main palace, there was no pressure when it came to taking off with someone who strikes your fancy.

Tamlin hadn’t planned on participating in any sexual trysts but with the heated gaze in those violet eyes, he feels a strong pull and a rush of confidence he doesn’t usually feel. He makes a decision and keeps his eyes locked with the other male he walks towards the exit. Butterflies flutter in his stomach as the male starts to follow from across the room.

This wouldn’t be Tamlin’s first time having sex with a male. He practically grew up in the war camps and had a month-long situation with an Autumn court soldier around his age. It ended when they had to go back to their court and Tamlin had been sad to see them go but not heartbroken. It was fun while it lasted. He’d also been intimate with many ladies so it wasn’t like he was a prude.

He makes it out of the doorway and starts slowly walking down the hall, trusting the other male will follow. This was very uncharacteristic of him, sneaking off to have relations with a stranger but perhaps it will be fun. His fellow soldiers are always telling him to loosen up. As have his brothers which is how he ended up being bullied into attending in the first place.

Tamlin is lost in thought, as he usually is, when he passes by a hidden alcove and a hand reaches out and pulls him past the curtain. He pulls his hand back and looks up to argue when his eyes meet the ones of the male from the ballroom.

He’s never seen eyes this color before. They were like amethysts, luminous like lightning at twilight. He was even more stunning up close. From his perfectly chiseled jawline, his hypnotizing eyes and the perfectly styled hair as dark as raven feathers, he was the most beautiful male Tamlin had ever seen. Tamlin was at a loss for words and all he could say was. “Wow.”

Read the rest on AO3 💕

[lifeisabiscuit]

Tamlin week Day five: Shapeshifter/Masquerade

Shift

Feysand(ish)/Tamsand | Explicit smut | 5,083 Words

Warnings: mild dubcon at beginning.

Summary: Sick of his family's pity after the death of his mate left Rhys alone as a single father, he runs off to commiserate with someone who might understand. When a lonely, grieving male asks an equally lonely shapeshifter to help him, it turns into something neither of them expected.

@tamlinweek

Dividers by: @olenvasynyt ❤️

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It’s been three months since she died. Three months since she went into labour prematurely and Nesta was only able to break the bargain and save Nyx; leaving Rhys as the only surviving parent. He still felt unnecessary hostility towards his mate’s sister even though he knew it wasn’t her fault. No, it was his. He should have known better.

He couldn’t bear the sad pitying looks of his family any longer. No, he needed someone who understood what losing Feyre felt like. Someone who wouldn’t treat him like a fragile piece of glass. Someone who could help take away the pain. 

He found him sitting at the pool of starlight, looking out across the waters. He saw him tense as he approached. “Tamlin.”

He didn’t look up at him, just sighed. “What do you want, Rhysand?”

Walking up to him, he dropped down beside him. They didn’t speak for a few moments, the air heavy with loss and heartache. Finally, Tamlin turned his head to look at Rhys, green eyes empty as he looked him over. “You look terrible.”

“Thanks.” He let his eyes run over the other males’ form. His hair was loosely tied back in a ponytail, like he’d tied it days ago and let it loosen. The green shirt he was wearing was wrinkled and looser around his body than before while his pants were ripped and stained. “You don’t look too well yourself.”

Tamlin just shrugs before looking away. “Who am I supposed to look good for? There’s no one here.” A pause. “No one but you anyways since you make it your mission to bother me. It’s been very nice not having you around for the past three months. Peaceful.”

Rhys waits for him to say something about her. Minutes pass before he can’t hold back. “You’re not going to ask about her? No sorry for your loss or asking if she suffered? Where’s that infamous rage, old friend?”

“I think you probably get enough sympathy from your family. That’s why you’re here, looking for a fight, right? You want to feel something other than loss.” Picking up a rock, Tamlin throws it into the water. “What right do I have to be angry? She wasn’t mine. I never deserved her, as you constantly point out.”

“Tamlin…”

“You must want something. You could have gone to any other court, why mine? You can’t have come just to goad me into a fight.”

Rhys sighed, looking into the water before them. “I need you to do something for me. Something only you can do.”

“Why should I do anything for you? You’ve taken everything from me and yet here you are, wanting to take more.” He stands up, brushing the grass off his pants before turning to Rhys with his arms crossed.

Rhys stands up as well, sticking his hands in his pockets. “I know.”

Silence fills the space between them as Tamlin studies his face. Whatever he sees there seems to melt his walls a little because he sighs before asking. “What do you need?”

“Shift.” Rhys pleads. “Shift into her. Give me my mate back, even just for a minute” 

“No.” Tamlin says before turning and walking away. 

“Please, Tamlin. I just- I need to see her one more time. I’m begging you.”

Tamlin must have heard the desperation in his voice because he stopped walking. “You ask too much of me. After all you’ve done.”

“I know.”

They stood silent for a moment before the blonde male sighed. He straightened his spine before a golden light flashed and Rhys covered his eyes. When he opened them, his mate was in front of him. Tamlin’s clothes fell loose on her body, pants already around her ankles as the shirt fell to her knees. She turns around and his heart stops at the familiar blue-grey eyes that he’s missed so much.

She was beautiful. He felt himself hardening as he looked her up and down. Walking closer, he only thought of Feyre as he gripped her hips and pulled her in closer.

“Rhys…” He flinched as he heard Tamlin’s voice come out of Feyre’s mouth. “What are you doing?”

“Shh… don’t speak. You’ll ruin it. Just let me have this.” He put a hand on her cheek and leaned in, “Just let me” then he kissed her. All thoughts of the other male left him as soon as their lips touched.

He only saw Feyre, he only felt Feyre.

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[lifeisabiscuit]

Tamlin week Day five: Shapeshifter/Masquerade

Tamsand | pre-canon | Explicit smut | 1,721 words

Warnings: Asshole Rhys, mild dubcon, shadow play, tied up, mentions of Amarantha.

Stone cold

Summary: Rhys and Tamlin have a run in at Amarantha’s masquerade ball. Tamlin should warn Rhys about her but finds himself unable as his ex-lover pushes him up against the wall. Set just before Amarantha takes their powers and the curse is placed on Tamlin and his court.

Enjoy! 💕 @tamlinweek

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He needed to get out of here.  

That’s all Tamlin thought as he exited the throne room of Amarantha’s self appointed home under the mountain. Between the witch’s false sincerity and lustful gazes across the room and having to watch his friend turned lover turned foe ignore him from the other side, he needed a minute to breathe.

He seems to be the only one who’s not buying whatever false narrative Amarantha is selling. She’d invited every High lord and their congregations to a masquerade ball in the Spring courts honor after a string of slights against him, including the massacre of his emissaries face. Lucien hadn’t wanted to come but this was Tamlin’s only chance to warn the others after his letters had been ignored.  

The other High lords still wouldn’t listen when he tried to warn them against her intentions tonight, telling them what he knew about her. He didn’t have any proof and his father’s past friendship with her didn’t help the matter and most of them assumed he’d drunk too much or was trying to cause unrest. There’s only one person who might listen, might understand, or would have…If their relationship hasn’t ended with the death of their families.  

His boots scuffle across the dark maroon floor, so dark it looks black, as he wanders down the empty corridor. Everyone is either enjoying the festivities or serving the High fae. He’s so lost in his thoughts he doesn’t hear the door he came in through opening and the click of shoes following him down the hall until he stopped walking and a smooth velvety voice said his name. Stiffening,  he turned around to see the one person he had expected to never speak to him again.  

Rhysand.  

His old friend was dressed immaculately as usual in head to toe black. The black vest he’s wearing over his sheer black shirt is covered in intricate silver swirls, matching the Illyrian tattoos that represent his role as a warrior. The black trousers hug his muscular thighs and lead down to his shiny knee high boots. On top of his perfectly styled jet black hair is his favorite raven feather crown that matched the black mask covering half his face, making him look regal and the epitome of a High lord of Prythian. Tamlin, on the other hand was wearing the normal green satin shirt he wears to events, dark brown pants and boots. His mask was gold inlaid with emeralds and covered in leafy whorls and he couldn’t wait to go home and take it off.  

They don’t speak as Rhys approaches him. He should warn him about Amarantha, should see if he could speak to the others but the way he’s looking at him has him freezing. His stomach is full of butterflies as Rhys gets close enough that Tamlin can smell the citrus and night-blooming jasmine that used to bring him to his knees.  

Tamlin watches Rhys walk around him, his eyes trailing up and down his body hungrily. He shivers as he feels his breath on the back of his neck before hands encircle his hips and he’s pushed into the wall. “Rhys!”  

“Be quiet, Dove.” Rhys whispers in his ear, his firm body pressing him harder into the wall. Familiar fingers slide inside his shirt, ghosting over his abdomen to slide onto his chest. “Put your hands on the wall for me. Above your head.”

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[winterumi]

@tamlinweek this was meant for Day 5 shapeshifter but it's a little late aaahh

I think they deserve some flower crowns :3