#tamlinweek2023

[copypastus]

Day 3 of @tamlinweek - Mates / Flower Language

It's been a while since I did a batch of Tamlin ships. Here's Tamlin/Andras, Tamlin/Eris and Tamlin/Beron.

[thrumugnyr]

Summer solstice fun!

[cursebrkr]

High Lord of Spring

It's @tamlinweek2023 !

[north-polar]

Memento Mori

hey so I know its been the better part of a year since I wrote any fic stuffs but I managed to finally crawl out of my writing funk long enough to make this thingy. I was supportively bullied into posting this so blame a CERTAIN SOMEONE(THEY KNOW WHO THEY ARE): 

Summary: Tamlin may be the only living thing in the ruins of the manor, but he is certainly not alone.

“See, it’s shit like this,” Andras seemed to have gestured to the carnage that surrounded them both. The debris and broken remnants of the once pristine room laid scattered across the fractured marble floor, “that makes people have trouble warming up to you.”

Tamlin didn’t deign him with a response, not bothering to look up from the bloody deer carcass he was sluggishly gnawing on.

Andras continued, “I’m pretty sure there’s these things called plates, y’know?”

Silence stretched on save for the wet sounds of slurping and crunching.

“How about silverware, hmm?”

Still nothing.

“At least a napkin, no?”

A loud swallow echoed throughout the remains of a chamber, followed by more chewing.

Out of the corner of his eye, Tamlin saw movement drawing near. The other was meandering closer to him, seemingly exasperated with the lack of response or reaction.

“I ought to tell ya’, Tim-tam,” the old nickname sat comfortable on Andras’ tongue. “This is really fuckin’ hard to watch.”

Tamlin tried to center all his focus on the entrails and innards of the doe, how the flesh, blood, and bone slid down this throat and gave reprieve from the agonizing hunger. He carefully did not think about the fawn that had been accompanying its mother before she ended up on this cold, dirty floor.

“Hey, Tam,” There was a strange hesitancy in his voice that wasn’t there before in the other visits. “Do you want me to leave you alone?” Tamlin finally closed his maw, blood slowly leaking down his stained chin. The rhythmic dripping was the only thing that dared to break the silence. Lifting his head by a fraction, he deliberately kept his eyes glued to where the floor met the wall across from him; away from the other presence that occupied the room.

Finally, Tamlin spoke, “No.” His voice was scratchy and gruff from disuse. Another long period of nothingness persisted before Andras crept closer.

His friend charged the air with a huff of amusement. “Good.” he breathed out. Andras crawled even closer, but Tamlin kept his gaze glued away–he couldn’t bear to look.

Andras was right in front of him now. No, No–don’t look tear your eyes away don’t look it hurts please–

A bloody, meaty thing resembling a hand gently touched his chin and lifted Tamlin’s head upwards.

One eye a vibrant yellow, the other a gaping hole occupied by an arrow.

A face, body, corpse devoid of skin.

Andras tilted his head with a chuckle. “I wasn’t plannin’ on going anywhere anyways.”

Tamlin felt the other's hot breath dust his face as the phantom leaned in.

A giggle.

“Us ghosts have to stick together, right?” 

[ladymidnight-goesforth]

Still Beautiful, Still Mine

Tamlin Week, Day 3: Found Family/Possessive

I made this for @praetorqueenreyna, my co-mod for @tamlinweek2023​, who has become a good friend and my biggest cheerleader for getting back into art after so many years. She asked me if I would sketch something with Tamlin and Lucien, and I decided to take it further by adding color and making it today’s submission.

In this depiction, Tamlin is gently brushing back Lucien’s hair, which he has been trying to hide behind ever since Amarantha took his eye and scarred his face. To be loved and accepted and even desired in spite of such horrific circumstances is something that resonated deeply with me.

I hope you like it. ❤️

Please do not repost. (Note: an exception has been made for the Official Tamlin Week Instagram page.)

[dopeartisanprincess]

I did it, if i color/ do more line work today won't be that day

[mygreendandelion]

super late according to my timezone, but we roll

for @tamlinweek2023 day 6 : modern au

horse girl tamlin is real

[queercontrarian]

i can't finish the threesome for tamlin week so here's a little tamsand drawing instead

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