#spring court

[softgirl-moodboards]

[moranamorena]

It's so funny to me when acomaf tries to potray Tamlin and Spring Court as traditionalist and conservative when we see, on page, that it's the exact opposite

Tamlin dismantled his father's old ruling structure, got rid of slavery, welcomed refugees and included their traditions in the yearly celebrations of his subjects, walked among and played for his people, didn't enforce rank, had both male and female sentries and gave more options to people who can't pay a tithe instead of enforcing traditional hunting

Spring Court citizens are very accepting of new traditions and are sexualy liberal. They welcomed refugees as one of their own, gladly celebrate their traditions with them and they don't see orgies and open sexual acticities as something strange or immoral. Spring Court also doesn't have brothels which indicates there is no need for them in a society so accepting of casual sexual relationships

It's bizzare how the narrative in acomaf tries to reframe it as conservative, how it ignore all the previous informations presented to the readers in the first acotar book.

Instead it gaslit readers into believing that isolated, segregated, slums having, brothels having, female mutilation performing Night Court is somehow less conservative and traditional. As if IC didn't shame and punished Nesta for sleeping around, as if Rhysand didn't constantly enforce rank on other people, as if the ban on wing clipping wasn't enforced

Feyre in the Spring Court run around in tunics, rode horses, visited villages and hunted.

Feyre in the Night Court was imprisoned in a palace and a bubble, forced to wear sexy dresses Rhysand choose for her, got pregnant at very young age and was paraded around with heavy belly and skimpy dress do satisfy her husband's male pride

Tell me, which place and situation sounds more conservative to you?

[eldritchguava]

The Spring Court really was the most fey of them all. It truly encapsulated ✨ the vibe ✨.

There was this air of something primal, something ancient. Everything was steeped in myths. We had mythical monsters roaming around. One that would change their appearance to what you wish to see so they can lure you in. One you aren't allowed to look at or it becomes real. A mysterious creature bound to answer every question truthfully, but only if you manage to catch it.

The book had this general air of mystery. Why are they wearing masks? Oh, there's a curse. What curse? How did it happen? How can Feyre break the curse?

There were rules that govern everything. Fae bargains have strict parameters, the curse has clear conditions. Everything and everyone felt bound to older, wilder magic.

It felt mysterious and wild. Untamed forces of nature that were beautiful but dangerous if you weren't paying attention.

Especially this detail of having to pay attention was so distinctly fae, very reminiscent of folklore. It really matched the vibe of trickery and bargains and finding loopholes. I was so excited for this particular aspect of words having a lot of power, but that obviously never went anywhere interesting.

The pool of literal starlight! That is truly magical, like hello? Bathing in the starlight pool as the sun reflects on the surface. Legends that say that if you were to drink the starlight water, you'd be happy until your last breath. Come on, that's awesome.

Just the splendour of eternal spring. It's spring here right now and the nature is breathtaking. Everything is alive, the first flowers are blooming, the trees are turning green like magic, the birds are singing as long as the sun shines. That but forever? Beautiful. Alluring but slightly unsettling in its neverending splendour. It blurs reality and illusion. There was always danger lurking beneath all that deceiving beauty.

Calanmai has a chokehold on me, I have to confess. A magic orgy to replenish the land? I mean... it fits perfectly into this wild untamed place. The drums and the fires and the paint. That in connection with the masks everyone was wearing, really encapsulated this vibe of old magic and rituals.

The Spring Court had fae that weren't just elegant immortals, sexy humans with pointy ears. They were not tied to human customs but they were unpredictable beings tied to forests and bargains. So distinctly fae, slightly feral!

Tamlin's shapeshifting fits right in here, too. He is deeply bound to magic he can' fully control. Claws coming out, smiling like a wolf, sharp teeth. The curse. Power that mirrors the wildness of the court around him.

I'm forever mourning the aesthetic and whimsy of the Spring Court in book 1. That was the setting I loved. Magic was all around, everything was alive and just a little bit terrifying.

[pitohiu]

TamlinWeek Day Three: Fashion

Ahhh! It’s this time of the year again!

I chose to use just the ‘fashion’ prompt for today. And for said fashion I present my take on the Spring Court soldier’s armour. With Andras’ uniform being the standard sentry uniform and Tamlin’s being embellished to show his royal status. Despite not having designed helmets for Spring I think they’d have pretty beetle like designs same as the shoulder plate and boot spurs.

Tamlin’s hands are also not gloved like the standard uniform so he can grow out his claws while in battle.

There’s a lot of leaf and beetle inspiration in the designs and I was particularly inspired by the Leaf Men designs from the Blue Sky Studios movie EPIC if any of you have seen that.

Also say hello to my Andras design!

(*cough cough* this is also a sneak peak for my submission for the collab prompt…but that’s just between the two of us shh…)

@tamlinweek / dividers by @olenvasynyt)

[princessofvelaris]

Mornings with Lucien Include…

Waking up with your face buried in his chest, an arm draped lazily around your waist as he presses gentle kisses to your forehead

Lips that smirk and graze against yours, teasing lightly until he pulls you in and deepens the kiss with his hands in your hair

Hands that move to pull your body on top of his, straddling him as you pepper kisses down his jawline while he lifts your night gown higher

Hips that sink down onto him, shaking as your body adjusts, and his hands guide them back and forth in a sweet but slow rhythm

Moans that escape your throat, as he bucks his hips up into you, quickening his pace as you hold onto his chest for dear life

Shuttering orgasms that leave you panting and grasping onto the headboard for stability, riding it out on top of him until you’re completely spent and exhausted

Arms that wrap around your body, pulling you in tightly as he whispers sweet nothings into your neck like “You are the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me..” and “I love you more than anything in the world…”

[breadnabutterfingers]

I’m sorry, but SJM saying that many women who have experienced domestic violence see themselves in Feyre and relate to her through Tamlin’s supposed abuse… excuse me?

I grew up in a rough home. I was abused by my first husband. And yet I’m a Tamlin stan. How is that possible?

Because I know what abuse is. I know the shape of it, the weight of it, the way it settles into your reality.

Tamlin isn’t an abuser to me.

A man raised in violence who never learned what a healthy relationship looks like? Yes.

Someone carrying trauma, he doesn’t understand how to process? Absolutely.

A red flag at times? Sure.

But look at the context. He can’t even fully control his own power without it spiraling out of control; he was never properly trained. He has no clue how to be a partner because he has never had a real example of one. His parents weren’t exactly a shining model of a healthy relationship, either, even if they were mates.

He doesn’t know how to express himself. He doesn’t know how to manage his magic when his emotions spike. And let’s be honest, he’s sitting on a mountain of buried grief and rage that’s bound to erupt in the worst moments.

That’s the part I relate to. That open, aching wound in his psyche.

And I’m not excusing him. Just like I don’t excuse myself when my own emotions get the better of me. But when you grow up in a place where being honest about how you feel gets you beaten down, physically or verbally, you learn very quickly to bottle everything up. And then you take that fear and grief and you allow your husband to treat you that way, because you believe you deserve it. But eventually, you escape, but that pressure explodes sometimes, because no one is there to punish you anymore, or tell you that the way you live is wrong and the way you process things should be different. And some of us repeat the path of our abusers, but some of us learn that what had been done to us should never be done nor allowed to be done others. So we move on and try our best to do better. That’s a reality some of us actually lived and that's what I see in Tamlin: he learns to be kind, but he's fucked up so far, that it's hard for him to trust even himself. It's hard for him to put it into words and sometimes into actions. Empathy is hard to practice when you have none of it in your life.

So yeah. Fuck SJM. Fuck her narrative.

I’ll happily stay in my “stupid” fanfiction corner, building arc after arc after arc to give Tamlin the kind of understanding and love he clearly needed, because at one point in my life, I needed that too.

[hornysadfrog]

Tamlin

Maybe I should have waited until spring to post it, but I'm not patient

I don't usually draw backgrounds and it took me so many tries to do it, but I really like how it turned out ☺️

Not tagging people because it's not azris, but if anyone wants to be tagged in my general acotar art let me know 💜

[umthisistheonlyusernamenottaken]

Quick ramble

In acosf, Nesta claims that the Spring Court lies in ruins, and that Tamlin has grown sloppy in his rule, yet in the same book, Cassian is the one to say that with the possibility of an upcoming war, they need Spring's forces, and so need Tamlin on their side.

You have to be one hell of a good leader to simultaneously have your people turned against you in one fell swoop, but then also still be able to inspire and command an army of thousands of fae, and maintain that army well into the future. Now I'm no expert, but a 'force' to me implies a LOT of people, especially if that force is substantial enough to sway the tides in a war. So that would be at least a few thousand fae.

And obviously these fae need to eat, wear clothes, have hobbies, and have families, etc, so that adds up to a lot of other fae. As in, an entire Court.

'So how can that work?? How can Spring be a ruined mess, but also still house an army of several thousand fae as well as their families and the rest of the Spring Court??'

I think Nesta and Cassian are both telling the truth, but I also think that because they're in Prythian, magic is abundantly stronger there, and so any glamour that is around Spring will also fool Nesta.

Tamlin glamoured Spring to look dishevelled and in ruins, to look empty of citizens. He roams the borders in his beast form because he KNOWS that the Night court are entitled enough to trespass on the daily, and he wants to keep his people safe.

Ok, I'm finished 👍