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Why is the dog without a collar? It's not right 👀

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I will never forgive sjm for forgetting about Tamlin's musical talent and trashing him. You can mock his violin playing all you want, but the fact remains that he's the only musical fairy in the entire saga.

You know.... Fairies.

Who are known for dancing and singing in the meadows and can dance a mortal to death. In the case of ACOTAR, they can only fuck a mortal to death.

update: In my anger I forgot about dancing Nesta. There is also singing Gwyn. And that's it, I can't remember anyone else.

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A Song of the Woods and Winds

(Tamlin x OC)

Crazy, I haven't written this story since last october! That's an oversight. Firstly, it's now officially a fanfic, and it has a title. Secondly, thanks @praetorqueenreyna for correcting the errors in this text! ❤️

Warnings: Amarantha. Seriously, this woman is a warning in and of herself.

Enjoy the read!

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The stone walls suffocated him. Despite the efforts of the persistent air spirit who claimed to be his personal servant, Tamlin never slept in his tidy chambers. He rarely slept at all. There weren't enough soldiers from his court to catch and destroy the Hybern soldiers who had banded together and plundered the borders, and he had to help. Tamlin would be lying if he said he did it without pleasure.

In rare moments of peace, he settled under a spreading willow tree in his sacred grove and  would fall into a brief slumber. It was here that his mother slept her eternal sleep. If Tamlin could find any emotion other than endless, dull weariness, he would be ashamed to come here, for it would hurt his mother to see her favourite son like this. 

But even in her comforting embrace he could find no peace.

Nightmares haunted him constantly. On good days they were blurry, painful images. On bad days he was visited by a woman with black eyes and a black soul.

Red braids, red lips and red nails. Red blood, everywhere, on the floor, on her hands and on his too. Tamlin couldn't even remember how many Spring Court fairies she'd killed for fun. He couldn't remember how many he'd bought the life of with his body. It was always not enough for her, she wanted his heart but couldn't have it - luckily she thought it was her own fault. A heart of stone is incapable of love and desire.

This didn't stop her from torturing him. This didn't stop her from laughing. This didn't stop her from keeping him on a short leash. 

This didn't stop her from making him torture his subjects. No wonder they believed Feyre's lies about him so easily - their screams were still ringing in his ears.

"Sir, please!”

"My lord, please don't!

"Spare me!”

"Master, please!”

"Master!”

"Master!"

The last voice was too vivid and real to be an inflamed memory Tamlin's eyes snapped open, clouded by sleep. There was darkness all around, and beyond the darkness a storm was raging.

“Master!” a frightened voice kept calling to him. The voice of his tenacious servant. "Master, wake up! You will destroy the grove!"

Tamlin's heart pounded in his throat. His magic was raging, out of control. He could feel it, but he couldn't see it - the roots of the willow under which he slept were woven tightly around his animal body, as if to cocoon him from the raging elements. He dug his claws into the ground, trying to calm himself, trying to control the magic.

"Master!"

Shut up, shut up... Tamlin growled, forcing the winds to subside. Slowly, as if reluctantly, the roots of the willow obeyed him, unravelling and releasing him, retreating back underground. The tree must not be harmed... Tamlin would not forgive himself if his intemperance caused his mother's resting place to become a ruin.

"Master!" The spirit's exclamation came from nearby. Tamlin reacted sharply, his targeted roar causing Ariel to recoil.

“Stay away!”

The spirit threw up its arms, and after a few heavy sighs, Tamlin recovered enough to lift the mist from his vision. Ariel's hands were torn - small wounds covered palms and wrists. It looked like the fool had tried to pull the roots apart with his bare hands…

Tamlin shook himself in an attempt to shake off the remnants of a sleepy nightmare along with the earth from his fur.

"Master…"

"What happened?" Tamlin interrupted abruptly, not wanting to listen to his pitiful wailing. Looking around, he saw a few trees that had been hobbled, but overall the damage to the sacred grove was not critical. Thank Goddess Mother, it passed....

"Well... you... I suppose you had a nightmare?" Ariel still held his hands up, as if to show he wasn't a threat. "When I flew in and tried to wake you, these roots hid you from me... it seems this tree was protecting you..."

Tamlin blinked. Protecting ? No, it... It was probably just his magic reacting to the destruction. It had happened before. The last time, during a nightmare like this, Tamlin had blown up the south wing of the mansion, but the air shield had protected him from damage himself. He looked again at Ariel's shredded hands, slowly healing.

“Why did you do that?”

Ariel immediately hid his hands behind his back.

"What was I supposed to do, just stand there and watch?" the spirit muttered. "I was scared, okay? You... I... I have bad associations with being trapped in a tree."

Tamlin remembered the gaunt pine that had long served as a prison. Does Ariel have nightmares too…?

"Master…"

"What?!" snarled Tamlin, not so much angry as tired. The rest had not brought him peace, but new destruction. And this spirit... Tamlin felt a pang of guilt, even though he had not asked the foolish servant for help!

Anyone else in Ariel's position would have been frightened by his growl. Or would have taken offence. Ariel just fluttered his eyelashes and said, "Why don't I guard you while you sleep?"

Tamlin twitched his tail in surprise.

"What?" he asked dully. 

"What? I'll wake you up if I have to!"

Tamlin stared at the spirit in silence for a few moments, not knowing how to respond to such insolence. This noisy, talkative bird wasn't going to leave him alone, was it?

"Get out of my sight," Tamlin finally muttered, the mark on his skin, hidden by his fur, stinging with heat. He turned heavily on his paws and padded off into the grove, leaving Ariel behind.

Or rather, he was trying to leave Ariel behind. After five minutes of walking and tense silence, Tamlin growled, "I told you to get out."

“Nope, you said you didn't want to see me,” said the spirit behind his back in a cheerful voice. “You can't see me! All is fair!”

Tamlin turned around in irritation, but only had time to notice the leaves being lifted from the ground by the wind.

“I'm in no mood to play your games!”

"These are not games, Master. I am concerned for your welfare." Ariel's voice sounded close to his ear, but when Tamlin turned his horned head, he saw no one.

"Enough! Show yourself, now!"

Ariel immediately complied, hovering in the air and slowly lowering himself to the ground.

"Master, you almost hurt yourself," his tone was uncharacteristically serious. "And almost hurt the grove. I can't leave you like this, it's dangerous."

"I don't need your help."

"Yes, you do!" Ariel put his hands on his hips. What a funny picture - a little spirit trying to look threatening. "Are you resting at all?"

"None of your business!"

"You're a stubborn fool, Master!" Ariel flapped his arms irritably like wings. Tamlin roared in response. 

"Insolent spirit, don't make me angry!"

"Or what!"

A sudden roar shook the sky. Tamlin's power rushed forward in a gust of wind. Ariel squealed and covered his face with his hands as the wind tore at his clothes and hair, nearly knocking him to the ground. Tamlin roared, his eyes glowing with a bright green light. The wind whipped around, causing the thin trees to bend and crack dangerously. It was dangerous, an outburst of anger and irritation could cost the grove dearly, but Tamlin couldn't bring himself to calm down before his lungs ran out of oxygen. When he fell silent, Ariel lowered palms carefully.

"Are you feeling better?"

Reluctantly, Tamlin replied, "Yes.”

"Wonderful!"

Mother Goddess have mercy, the mood of a stubborn servant seemed impossible to kill. Ariel fixed his windswept hair and waved towards the two leaning trees - if Tamlin remembered correctly, his grandmother's third cousins slept there.

"Then make yourself comfortable, Master."

Tamlin didn't really have much of a choice. He could continue to insist, giving Ariel orders to get out - but Ariel loved to find loopholes in his orders. Or he could have obeyed. Tamlin was tired, so tired that even his instincts screaming in warning and suspicion did not frighten him. No one could be trusted, but today he was willing to be a fatalist.

Giving up, Tamlin wandered off under the leafy cover of the trees. He stomped on the grass and leaves, twisting and turning to make himself more comfortable. It was worth giving Ariel credit - the spirit sat at a distance from him, his back to him. Maybe he didn't want to embarrass him... It helped anyway. Ariel had already seen too many of the High Lord's weaknesses.

Tamlin curled up in a ball of golden fur, his nose buried in his paws. His ears twitched sensitively as he heard the distant chirping of birds, life slowly returning to this garden. Ariel fidgeted in his seat, his restless hands finding blades of grass and flowers to weave into a wreath. He began to chirp under his breath, unable to remain silent for long. 

Contrary to expectations, it wasn't annoying.

Ariel had a pleasant voice, and the melody he was humming sounded suspiciously like a lullaby. Tamlin took a deep breath of the cool air of the grove. How silly... he wasn't a child. He doesn't need comforting. But still no irritation blossomed in his chest.

Tamlin closed eyes.

As is tradition, the musical accompaniment of the chapter ☆

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The true joy of Nyxlin is watching Feyre and Rhys losing their minds about it as Tamlin and Nyx remain sweet and innocent.

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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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I don't want to think about anything, I want to draw Tamlin in different beautiful clothes with deep cleavage, my little spring princess (//ω//)

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Everybody up! Cabaret AU, Tamcien (*˘︶˘*).｡.:*♡

Now you know who to thank for Tam walking around with his shirt unbuttoned. Lucien stole his tie as a souvenir 👀

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“I love you, beguiled by your beauty I am,

If you are unwilling I’ll force you to come!”

Father, his fingers grip me, O

The elfin king has hurt me so!

\beating Goethe's poems on the table\

Excuse me, can I get Tamlin as Alder King? Make him wild in every sense of the word!

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Cabaret AU, Neslin °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°

The more I look at the ACOTAR series the more I realise that Nesta should have been the protagonist of the first book. She's more like Belle (at least because she loves to read, and she also followed her sister into the scary world of fairies just as Belle followed her father into the scary castle) and she and Tam would have had an amazing snarky dynamic.

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"Tamlin is abusing Feyre!" and Feyre is abusing Tamlin. Nesta is abusing Feyre, and then Feyre is abusing Nesta. Cassian is abusing Nesta, Mor is abusing Azriel. Rhysand is abusing his entire 'family'. And SJM is gaslighting all of these characters and readers ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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ohemgee is that ariel in your new art or a different oc (i ask because you mentioned cabaret and wondered if you’d have a new one) i’ve missed them soooo much beautiful as always all the chocolates for you!!!

I'm late in replying, but yes, it's Tam and Ariel, my favourite babies x) Thanks! I've eaten all the chocolate in the house and I don't regret it one bit (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

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Me: Ahahaha, I'm going to write a little Nyxlin fanfic, what could possibly happen?

Also me: wrote 20k words, including: the life of the Illyrians, the traditions of Samhain, the complicated relationship between Nyx and his parents, the city I invented in Summer Court where Varian's palace is, Tarquin and how he's making changes in Summer Court...Nyx and Tamlin haven't even met yet 🙃

I'm sorry to tease you with this, I'm definitely not going to translate it because I'll go crazy, but I need to yell or I'll go crazy. Amazing paradoxes ¯\\_(ツ)_/¯

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First to go!

Nyx's dad is getting in everyone's way again. It's business as usual.

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Happy Valentine's Day ❤ (ɔˆз(ˆ⌣ˆc)

I managed to finish the art! I'm gonna go get myself a chocolate for the occasion (´꒳`)

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THIS! This is when I sat down to write a simple fanfic and ended up not being able to resist and started finishing the lore. I can't work with what the sjm has given me (the number one reason why I'm never gonna finish this fanfic o(>< )o)

the cool part about writing acotar fics is that sjm is so ass at world building that nothing matters and i can do what i want!

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Oops, I did it again (*ﾉωﾉ) I started the art series again (god save me). Cabaret au, Nyx, Lucien, Nesta and even Eris (because it was a good suggestion!) are in the queue.

Tam, baby, get ready, you're going to have a lot of work to do (︶▽︶)

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Here's a sudden revelation for you - aside from acomaf Feyre, I know of only one woman who punished entire Court because of a grudge against the High Lord.

I can hear Amarantha yelling from hell "I TOLD YOU SO!"