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eldritchguava

Some High Lords are just more powerful and more competent than others.

carmasi

I love this;

becaused everyone shits on Tamlin for what happened with Feyre, and not to downplay his shortcoming, becaused he handle that wrong, but Feyre was not the one for him, they both make mistakes and any adult person can see that without self inserting and demonizing him.

yet you have Rhysand who run a small section of his court meanwhile, separated into segmentations, segregation if you want to go that far, where one side is the rich and powerful, the sadistic and those who think high of themselves, the very own court of nightmares Amarantha based UTM of. Then the Illyrian mountain who don't give a damn about rule and still threats women like tool and robbed them of their agency, yet The Ruler of that land said nothing and hide under the word of "can't change old people" meanwhile his subject Cassian is the only one trying, because his own experience, not him not the rules but a person with little power.

Yet the Spring court, welcome many refugees, Tamlin during the event of Book 1 WENT OUT there and helped his subject fought amaranthat's goons and buried a fairy with his own hands. Even during the event of books 2 he thought of everyone else but himself. You may argue he did not because he ignored Feyre suffering, but did he? all this happened over a couple of month, he tried to give her joy with what he knew (paint) sought out help from someone he thought he could truth (Ianthe) tries his best to rebuild his court with all the new refugees and the destruction marantha curse cause, furthermore he sought high and low for a way to break the bargain (this could be interpret as something done for him, as well as something done for her). and you're mad that he blew up under pressured and missed the signs? honestly you would too if you had to deal with half the things Tamlin had to deal with.

So ... at least to those things Rhysand couldn't so : yea like is hard.

Rhysand said, I can deal with your girl better than you can, and Tamlins said; I can run a whole court better than you ever could

luna-azzurra

Tips for Writing Injuries! (AGAIN)

Your action hero just got shot in the shoulder, stitched it up in a motel bathroom, and is now running through a forest. I need you to know that a shoulder wound severs muscle, nerves, and sometimes bone, and the human body's response to that is not "mild wincing followed by full range of motion." here is what injuries actually do to peoplee...

⊹ Adrenaline is REAL and it does allow people to do extraordinary things immediately after injury, BUT it is a loan, not a gift. you borrow the function and you pay it back later with interest. Your character might genuinely be able to run for twenty minutes after being stabbed. and then the adrenaline drops and everything the body was delaying arrives all at once. the collapse is NOT weakness. it's biology collecting its debt. write the debt collection. it's more interesting than the heroic sprint anyway.

⊹ Blood loss changes cognition before it drops you. you don't go from "fine" to "unconscious." you go through a whole middle stage of confusion, poor decision-making, emotional dysregulation, a strange calm, tunnel vision, difficulty forming sentences. Your injured character making a bad call, saying something they normally wouldn't, becoming suddenly and inexplicably gentle--that's blood loss. use the middle stage. it's dramatically rich and almost nobody writes it.

⊹ Recovery has a timeline and the timeline is long and boring and inconvenient to plot. a broken rib takes six weeks and during those six weeks sneezing is a genuine emergency. a concussion means no screens, no reading, no bright lights, and symptoms can persist for months. a stab wound to the abdomen means weeks of infection risk, limited mobility, and a specific kind of exhaustion that has nothing to do with sleep. Your character being sidelined and frustrated and useless for a long time is not a narrative problem. it's the story.

⊹ Pain also affects personality in ways writers skip. chronic pain makes people short-tempered and then guilty about being short-tempered. it makes concentration difficult. it makes intimacy complicated, both emotional and physical. a character who was patient and warm before their injury and is now snappy and withdrawn is not a character regression. they're in pain. pain is exhausting in ways that don't show on the outside. the people around them noticing and not knowing how to help is a whole story in itself.

amandapearls

FEEDING MY ELUCIEN BABES 💖💖💖

This insanely talented artist is @jacqueillustrates

Commissioned by @lulufoxlainfawn and myself

Link to Instagram post

Characters belong to Sarah J Maas

whiteandgoldandvivid-deactivate

the only reason i dont regret reading acotar book 3 is the high lord meeting where Tamlin cant keep his mouth shut. he stormed into that boring ass stale party and turned it into his own stand up show.

it’s like when you write all the cool clapbacks you come up with at 2AM in your notes so that one day you get to use them but you never do. well Tamlin fucking used all of his clapbacks. he was such a little hater i was literally going feral. yes babe, get it all out of your system, thats the least you deserve.

some of yall in this fandom hate to hear this but not a single lie came out of his mouth. absolutely folded Mr SA, demolished Feyredahling still rubbing her traitorous hands after destroying his entire Court. i was so happy he got to vent. it was a whole TREAT and Tamlin headlined that shit

👆🏻me and Tamlin both

aqinary

Always wanted to see your oc or ship in a wedding dress or suit? I opened BW June Bride/Wedding commissions! They'll be available until the end of June! (Or until I reached capacity).

Order them on my VGEN!!

stephsarchives

Meanwhile actual canon:

I swear they don’t even read these books just make shit up

luna-azzurra

Body Language & Physical Tells List!!

𐙚⋆.˚ The shoulder drop when someone finally relaxes

𐙚⋆.˚ Crossing arms, but make it self-soothing, not defensive

𐙚⋆.˚ The way someone goes completely still when scared

𐙚⋆.˚ Fidgeting stopping the moment they're caught

𐙚⋆.˚ Leaning in without realizing it (interest/attraction)

𐙚⋆.˚ The leg bounce that betrays calm composure

𐙚⋆.˚ Turning slightly away from someone they distrust

𐙚⋆.˚ Hands going to the throat when feeling vulnerable

𐙚⋆.˚ The way grief makes a body look heavier

𐙚⋆.˚ Picking at nails/skin/sleeves when anxious

𐙚⋆.˚ Standing taller around someone they want to impress

𐙚⋆.˚ The full-body flinch vs. the one they manage to suppress

𐙚⋆.˚ Mirroring someone's posture unconsciously

𐙚⋆.˚ That slow exhale through the nose when trying to stay calm

𐙚⋆.˚ Hands shoved in pockets to hide they're shaking

𐙚⋆.˚ The way someone shrinks in a chair vs. takes up space

𐙚⋆.˚ Touching their own face more when lying

𐙚⋆.˚ The deliberate, controlled stillness of someone furious

𐙚⋆.˚ Turning feet toward the exit before the mind decides to leave

𐙚⋆.˚ Gripping something (a cup, a sleeve, a doorframe) to ground themselves

luna-azzurra

Ways to describe Hazel Eyes!! <3

luna-azzurra

Ways to Describe Skin!!<3

morethanonepage

helpful stuff for when you want to fuck that old man

Here's what I think -ACOTAR EDITION

Because ACOTAR book 1 was less exciting and was originally listed as a YA novel, a lot of people gravitate more toward Book 2 and on.

Book 1 had the classic retelling feel and vibe, where there is a curse, which needs to be cure, the broody man who's never known love or has no idea how to flirt but suddenly he has to flirt with the Heroine who slowly learn about his softer side through his actions. which is all well and done and good but it lack the spice that laters books gave the audience, the stake, the badassery that Feyre displays.

We see Feyre kill a wolf and then we don't see anymore until the last 3 chapters, and they all feel rush. Its good but it doesn't evoke all these emotions in the audience that later books did.

Then come book 2, and we start with a discourse, we start talking about Her not being well and her partner not paying attention to her, immediately we have an emotion - rage, indignation— Then we move to the kidnapping, where we are introduce with yet another emotions — desperation and relief - from none other than Feyre, and she found these with someone other than her current partner

Not even halfway through the book and we're already been filled with angst, we as readers are made to forget about what happened less than 3 month in the pass, and the repercussions of those events, we're made to forget the male we love on book one is now dealing with a full plate he's struggling to balance, but we are not told or shown this property. We're only being guided into a tunnel were only the Heroine struggles exist.

then we're introduce to something we haven't seen before, something we only saw with Lucien and Feyre however brief. The banter, the comedic relief, The flirtatious jokes, the tension we never had during book one becaused remember, Book one male character isn't suppose to know how to do those things. But now we're hooked because we're presented with a man that is both attractive and will make us laugh.

Suddenly we forget about what this new male hero true purpose is, forget about the wrong doings he's done to the female heroine because we're being lead into a tunnel where all we see is one trait, and forget about the rest. To the point where we're okay with him forcing things onto the heroine because "Is good for her" and studently he know what's best for her. Yet he is still forcing her. (most of you all would flip if a man told you what to do)

This banter, now goes on for 4 books, it got you now, it won't leave so so slowly we let this man do things that we would never accept from anyone else. Thing that we're condemning Hero no 1 for doing.

Hero 1 never S.A. anyone - Hero 2 did; you could say hero one bit her on the hall, last I remember she told him to do it. where as she refuse hero 2 until she was coarse into a deal of incidence.

Hero 2 never locked her up against her will - Hero 1 did ; he locked her up to "protect her" and that was wrong and while it is different hero 2 did put her on a bubble. to protect her.

Hero 1 lie to her to make a bargain and take her away and break his curse - Hero 2 did too but his bargain was one of lust but is portray as a act of kindness to help her escape torture (like wtf?)

Hero 2 lie to her multiple times, about her safety - Hero 1 didn't hide things from her other than the curse.

Hero 2 put her in danger to retrieve a ring - hero 1 gave her a emerald ring.

Hero 2 throw her to the lions dent and had her do all sort of dangerous thing for the sake of the land - Hero 1 said - go back home I will rather you be safe than break this curse.

So please , do a compare and contrast and lets see. pro and con, what ever and see who's worse than who They will both come up the same one will have 2 things worse than te other and yet we're still treating them like one is the best thing that ever happened and te other one is sanitary product. come on girls

#acotar #carmasi #tamlin #feyre archeron #rhys acotar #sjm critical #acotar critical

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tronmike82

I don’t mean to be rude; but I don’t think I’ve ever seen this, does anyone have any examples?

darkshrimpemotions

Supernatural

Doctor Who (Steven Moffat specifically)

Sherlock (Steven Moffat specifically)

Actually Steven Moffat is basically just this sentiment given human form.

A version of this happened with The Magicians, tbh. Though instead of expectation: men, reality: women it was expectation: smug nihilists, reality: mentally ill queer folks.

Arguably Game of Thrones.

If we broaden it outside of television...I think Star Wars falls into this, at least the sequel trilogy. Maybe the MCU as well. And I can't help but think of every band that's ever complained that their fanbase is mostly women. 5 Seconds of Summer comes immediately to mind.

In general, most white male creators seem to have this massively entitled mindset where they want--and think they deserve--the time, attention, and enthusiasm that creative fandom (i.e. the side of fandom more dominated by women) is known for.

They want our eyes for ratings, our word-of-mouth for free publicity, our metas for social media buzz, and our spending power for merch and cons. But they don't want us. And they don't really want the responsibility of telling a story to a thoughtful, engaged audience, regardless of that audience's demographic makeup. They just want to be praised for whatever schlock they cough up.

And like any other spoiled brat, they will break their toys before they share them.

pessimisticfanboi

It goes all the way to the top for kids shows. Toy sales will crash a show. Makes sense, but if those toys are gendered for boys instead of the female viewers, they won't usually switch up the marketing and move them to the girl aisle. They cancel the show outright.

Mind you it is perfectly possible to make the switch in marketing, but execs would rather throw it all out than have something that doesn't perform well with male viewers. For example the Rey merch was not expected to be popular, for some reason, there had to be public outcry to get merch of one of the main 3 protagonists. A PROTAGONIST. The fact that she wasn't a huge part of the 1st launch says a lot already.

And what happened when female fans got too invested in the Sequel Trilogy? The entire writers room didn't necessarily lash out, but they sure forgot how to behave.

Young Justice

Paul Dini: Superhero cartoon execs don't want largely female audiences

#WhereIsRey (initial)

#WhereIsRey (ongoing)

The older, male generation of 'Star Wars' fans may be losing interest in the franchise, but female fans are stepping up.

Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker was designed to be the opposite of The Last Jedi

drunkenhills

You're all sitting on the hot take of the decade tbh

vbartilucci

And yet when they fond out that boys were watching MLP:FIM in droves, they had NO PROBLEM with it.

jediorgana-deactivated20260403

#SONS OF ANARCHY!!!!!!!!!!!!!#LITERALLY SONS OF ANARCHY IS THE BIGGEST EXAMPLE OF THIS LIKE EVER#kurt sutter wrote that show for MEN and ended up with an overwhelmingly female audience#because he's actually a good writer and knows how to develop characters well and wrote excellent female characters#but once he realized that his audience was almost entirely women he literally took it out on tara and gemma in the show#but like tara specifically#he resented her character for being a huge draw for female viewers so he tore her development to shreds and killed her#in the most brutal gut wrenching way possible#kurt sutter you will pay for your crimes#i actually wrote a manifesto about this on one of my old blogs i should try to find it sldkjsldfjsdljf#long post (via@m-oonknight)

OMG YES. I LOVED Sons of Anarchy, especially the women and then I got to season 6 and it was like - everything was just tossed in the trash? And like, why did Sutter hate that Tara drew tons of attention? That should have been a good thing! He should have been like "Hey folks, this girl's getting us more viewers, let's put her in more scenes!" It just doesn't make sense to me. MEN don't make sense to me.

geraltcirilla

The 100 too. I'll never forget how Jason Rothenberg would attacked female fans on Twitter and mock them in interviews, and then post links to male fan discussions on Reddit to praise and thank them. In his goodbye letter to the show he SPECIFICALLY thanked Reddit and it was so disgusting.

annaknitsspock

Star Trek from TNG on was also a boy’s club, even though the TOS fans were mostly women. Women, in fact, who literally created modern fandom with their zines. But after TNG it was all, “Women don’t understand Star Trek, only smart men hur dur.”

help-help-i-need-an-adult

I think it would be harder for us to find examples of when this DIDNT happen than when it did. It happens all the time.

acourtofthought

I'll never stop laughing at the absurdity of people freaking out over Lucien calling Elain his mate, claiming that means he feels entitled to her.

I wondered what Lucien truly made of it. And the fact that the collateral in her friendship with Hybern had wound up being his mate. Elain.

Tamlin shot him a warning look—both at the words and the tone. Perhaps Lucien would kill Ianthe before I had the chance, just for the horror she’d put his mate through that day.

“You come between a male and his mate, Nesta Archeron, and you’re going to learn about the consequences the hard way.”

Lucien looked to her, then over to me. A muscle feathered in his jaw. “Nothing,” he said, and again faced his mate. “I’m sorry—if that unsettled you.”

“And you are bound to some … Fae male. A High Lord’s son.” A different High Lord’s heir, likely, I wanted to say. “His name is Lucien.” I wasn’t certain if I’d ever heard his name from her lips.

Not a flicker of emotion. “He is Elain’s mate.”

"I’m talking about you, about to kiss Elain, in the middle of a hall where anyone could see you,” he snarled. “Including her mate.”

So it's okay for Feyre, Cassian, Rhys, Az and even Elain to call Elain and Lucien mates but not Lucien himself?

Not to mention the author confirmed Elain and Lucien are mates.

Tamlin week 2026 -Day 4 Mate / Companionship / Family

A series of short Stories to heal the beast beneath the face of the high lord. Soon to be followed by an illustration. Boy these keep longer every time.

Disclaimer : While I draw I like to think about what the story behind this drawing is. Sometimes the illustrations don’t pan out like I want them but the stories always help paint the full picture. @tamlinweek

Illustrations are now delay until saturday my drawing tablet die (hopefully)

Tamlin x Oc - The Scent of Spring

It hadn’t been long since he stopped roaming the woods like a ghost, finally finding the strength to shed the skin of the beast. He liked to tell himself it was his own willpower that brought him back, but he knew better. After Rhysand’s words left him a hollow husk, and after finding Eris trespassing in his court, he had been ready to surrender to the dirt. Only a few threads held him to this world. There was Lucien, who continued to check on him despite the weight of his own new roles, a friendship that was the last standing pillar of his old life. He thought of this as he strode through the trees: a Lord whose people mistrusted him, whose court was stained by resentment. But then, there was her.

The female who had haunted the Spring woods these last years. She didn’t smell of the court’s decay; she smelled of cinnamon, clove, and sweet vanilla. She had looked upon him without the flinch of fear or the curl of disgust. She was patient. She was kind. She brought baskets filled with delights and healing salves, wandering through the brambles with bare feet as if she were a part of the earth itself.

He found himself walking toward a small village to the south, bordering the Autumn line. He was drawing a blank on his destination, his feet simply following a pull in his soul until he stood before a modest tea shop. As he pushed inside, he was enveloped by the scent of freshly baked bread and the sharp, clean tang of medicine. Behind the counter stood a woman with a crown of dark brown curls. The intoxicating scent of vanilla and spice thickened in the air. As she turned, he recognized the warmth of her tan skin and the soft red of her lips.

“You…” he breathed, the word catching in his throat.

She met his eyes and did not waver. She didn’t scream or flee; instead, her gaze swept over him with a quiet recognition that felt like a homecoming. She stepped from behind the counter, her movements fluid and sure, and guided him to a small, empty table. In that quiet shop, as the steam rose from the tea she served and her scent overwhelmed his senses, the truth finally broke through the ice. He realized then that she was his, and he had been hers long before he knew her name. A smile, rare and true, tugged at his lips.

"My Rose," he whispered.

She was a blossom surviving the frost, and she was his mate.

#carmasi #tamlin #pro tamlin #tamlin week #tamlin week 2026

Tamlin week 2026 - 3 Heirlooms

A series of short Stories to heal the beast beneath the face of the high lord. Soon to be followed by an illustration. Boy these keep longer every time.

Disclaimer : While I draw I like to think about what the story behind this drawing is. Sometimes the illustrations don’t pan out like I want them but the stories always help paint the full picture.

ps1 : Someone said that the ring was his mother's but I couldn't find any references of the emerald ring being his mother's. So I went with "Lady of this court ring"

ps 2: Illustrations are now delay my drawing tablet die (hopefully) @tamlinweek

Tamlin x Oc - The Loom of New Memories

I have been his for the better half of this year. In that time, I’ve marveled at the slow resurrection of his smile and the way he rediscovered how to love and trust. There are days when the air feels heavy; shadows of the past do not make our path easy. Yet, he is here, and he is still mine.

It was mid-afternoon when the sound reached me—a fractured cry that stole the breath from my lungs. With wide eyes, I strode down the manor hall, my heart hammering against my ribs in fear of what I might find. He had to be okay. I prayed to the Mother, to the Cauldron, and to any power in this world that might be listening.

I stopped at the threshold, the air caught in my throat. He wasn't crying, but if not a cry, what was that sound? I knocked softly to announce myself. He looked up, sprawled on the floor of his study, surrounded by chests of overflowing gold and tangled jewelry. His hair was ruffled, just a little, and the sight of his disarray made a small giggle escape me. He was his best self when he let the mask slip—when he tore those high walls down and let the world in. I was simply grateful he had let me in.

I knelt beside him, my gaze searching his. “Tam?” I murmured, reaching for his hand. The contact was grounding, a silent language we had learned together. My face must have betrayed my worry, for his expression shifted the moment our fingers interlaced.

“What are you doing?” I managed a breathless laugh. He squeezed my hand, pressing his cheek into my palm with a heavy sigh.

“It is not enough,” he whispered, his voice a broken breath. I nodded, silent, waiting for the rest. His bottom lip quivered as his thumb traced the line of my knuckle, as if he were terrified to give voice to his thoughts.

“Tell me,” I encouraged, settling onto the floor at his side.

“You are mine,” he began, his voice dropping an octave. “My lady, my love —my light, my spring.” The words were sweet, as they always are, but now, there seems to be a bitterness to them. “And yet, I cannot give you the one thing I truly want to.”

I rested my head on his shoulder, watching his thumb play across my skin. “What is that? You’ve already given me everything I could possibly want.”

He shook his head, a shadow of grief fogging his emerald eyes. He bit his lip and brushed his hair back with a restless hand. “It’s gone… taken… destroyed.”

There it was—the source of that hollow sound. I shifted, cupping his face in both my hands to draw his focus back. “Whatever it is, I’ll help you find it. We’ll restore it, fix it. It can’t be so broken that we can't try.”

His gaze met mine, filled with a crushing appreciation, yet the sadness remained. “My Rose… you can’t.” He moved his hands to my waist, pulling me closer until I was straddling his lap. “My family’s heirloom—the symbol of Spring’s love. It went with her. The ring meant for the Lady of this court is gone.”

I let out a soft chuckle, but when I saw his brow furrow, I realized he didn't find it funny. I softened my voice. “Heirlooms can be anything you want them to be, Tam. As long as they are tended with care and given with love. You and I? We can make our own heirlooms. New memories. Special things meant only for you and I.”

I looked around the scattered treasure, my eyes landing on a delicate gold locket. “This,” I said, picking it up, “this could become an heirloom right now!”

He looked skeptical, his eyes searching mine as if he didn't quite understand the idea of starting over. I didn't say another word; instead, I took a small lock of my dark brown curls and tucked it carefully inside the golden casing.

“Here,” I whispered, holding it out between us. “How about we start here?”

Understanding finally broke across his features, and he bloomed into that smile I love so deeply. He wrapped his arms around my waist, pressing his forehead into the curve of my shoulder.

“Yes,” he breathed against my skin. “Let’s make our own.”

#carmasi #acotar #pro tamlin #tamlin #tamlinweek2026 #tamlinxoc #team tamlin #acotar tamlin

positivelyruined

Dear Sarah J. Maas,

As we all reckon with the fact that new books are actually coming, pls.

I beg of you — pls.

Do not hurt Tam.

Leave him alone.

Sincerely,

Every Pro-Tamlin ever

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