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Tamlin antis: Ew Tamlin getting on his knees and begging Rhysand to spare feyre in book one is such an ICK! Good thing Rhysand never needs to beg or ask tAmPoN for help with anything since he is so pOwErFuL & knows everything

Fast forward Acosf where pregnant feyre was told not to shapeshift by a non-shapeshifter medic and Rhysand being too proud to ask for help by the only other known shapeshifter within the series who feyre got her powers from about it

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One thing many people critic SJM on is the fact she doesn't handle sensitive issues with care or she doesn't realise the extent of what she's writing.

Yes it was terrible for feyre to be locked up for hours/day. Yet it happens because of Feyre's insistence to follow her lover on a dangerous mission. Weirdly enough she doesn't seem to have a panic attack about being trapped in the moon stone palace or being with the man who forced her to drink Fae wine and danced against her will also stripped her until her friend said he wished he saw less of her that day.

This instance happens again, when feyre is described to be uncomfortable/panicky when seeing red yet she seemed find when amren drinks blood or morigan comes to meet her with her usual red dress.

You cannot write a heroine then justify her actions in destroying two courts. You cannot make her complain about tithe in one scene saying it'll hurt the people then make her silent about the suffering the people of hewn city and Illyrians face.

You cannot paint one dude as abusive for trapping his fiance for a few hours/day then say it's okay to trap a women for months. Both feyre and Nesta were in terrible condition yet how come feyre got sympathy from the IC while Nesta was forced to spend time with people who degrades her?

There's many more but essentially many people pointed out that SJM uses this issues to paint people badly or as a plot tool then conveniently throws it away the next book because mates make everything better.

Quick thought.

Feyre panic at being trapped in the mansion is understandable.

But where is the unforgivness, the fear, the anxiety when she's Trappeto in the moonstone palace with no one to talk?

He did lock me up.

What about when you helped locking up Nesta, your sister traumatized by the event she endured?

She might now have been broken by UTM, but she was by the cauldron, by Hybern.

She can't take a bath and was locked up in a house she couldn't leave.

Where's the anger, the unforgivness... the panic at the thought of her breaking beyond repair?

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My boy! My wonderful spring boy filled with love and fluff!

Bad news everyone I’ve regressed back to my dog!Tamlin drawing era

golden retriever lookin ass

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Unfortunately after his brother's come back Tamlin realises it's the children of the high lords who are coming back. Due to this Tamlin kept being afraid his own father might come back hence he set a bigger stone on his grave so he wouldn't crawl out of it.

Tamlin did try to bring back others but they come back wrong so Tamlin stopped it and just ended them. He and Lucien theorised that whatever happened that day was too specific to recreate, (months of magical restriction + emotional reaction + beginning of spring + full moon + golden Dawn)

Weird former Tamsand, angsty revelation and Tamsand child fic idea I cooked up.

Had this weird fanfic idea for weeks now about Tamlin forcing himself back from his beast form and accidentally over charging spring land with both it's natural magic and his golden magic.

At first things were normal, Tamlin was forcing himself to work cause he felt weirdly connected to spring until the two Vanserra bros that Lucien and Tamlin killed when Lucien was running from autumn are accidentally brought back. Tamlin had to wrangle them and basically explain the situation. The two decided to stay cause anything is better than being with Beron.

Tamlin is more confused now, he knew spring embodied the aspect of rebirth but resurrection wasn't part of it. He kept checking if anyone else was resurrected but found nothing for the next month until he hears familiar cries. He goes to sacred spot where both Rhys and him used to hang out in secret and finds a baby, his baby who shouldn't be alive because the baby died centuries ago.

Essentially a few months before Rhys family was killed, Tamlin and Rhys did the deed cause Rhys wanted to teach Tamlin how to be better at bedding women. Tamlin shapeshift and they did the did. Unfortunately, Tamlin didn't realise he was pregnant until he was being tortured by his fathers and brothers. They wanted to kill Rhys for bringing shame to the high Lord's family and dragged Tamlin along who came hoping to find Rhys like usual. Unfortunately someone else was there. Then Tamlin's family was murdered, Tamlin couldn't explain his side to an emotional rhysand. A few months later spring is attacked by nightmare creatures which unfortunately led to Tamlin to miscarry his child. To make matters worst his brothers were resurrected a few days later.

So for the next month or two, Tamlin spends time with the newly resurrected Vanserra bros and his own brothers who unfortunately have to listen to what he says. Tamlin eventually had to go to spring to meet with Elain thanks to Lucien where it's revealed to Rhys what happened all those centuries ago, after Elain sees Tamlin's and rhysand's child's future seeing nothing wrong drama ensues. Tamlin did this cause he was worried he'd loose his child again.

It's angsty, with blame and rhysand wanting to keep the baby at the NC. Until Tamlin had enough and blames Rhys for not reading his letters. That he wanted to discuss it with Rhys for months. Then he finally asked if Rhys was the one who sent the nightmare monsters to spring. Tamlin gets the proof he needs and leaves the NC after forcing Rhys to live with the fact that Tamlin miscarried their child because he was petty and wanted to mess with tamlin.

The whole fanfic would focus on Tamlin and Rhys co-parenting the child, Feyre's jealousy and dealing with the fact spring hates her, the horrors of mating bonds, why people in spring were suddenly being resurrected. Mostly it's angst from rhysand and Tamlin from their failed relationship and how Rhys still feels so many things for Tamlin but Tamlin doesn't want anything to do with Rhys. How tamlin will eventually cut contact after their kid is old enough.

"In another life. I'd ran away with you from pyrinthia like we talked that night. We'd probably be happy away from this....I wish it could be different.be happy Rhys" - Tamlin as he leaves NC

Tagging cause i think they'd like this idea: @umthisistheonlyusernamenottaken @s1rsh4rks @room217prayer

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I kept my chin up. I wouldn’t let the others notice that weakness—wouldn’t let them know how much it killed me to be so exposed to them, to have Rhysand’s symbols painted over nearly every inch of my skin, to have Tamlin see me so debased. Rhysand stopped before a table laden with exquisite foods. The High Fae around it quickly cleared away. If there were any other members of the Night Court present, they didn’t ripple with darkness the way Rhysand and his servants did; didn’t dare approach him. The music grew loud enough to suggest there was probably dancing somewhere in the room. “Wine?” he said, offering me a goblet.

Alis’s first rule.

I shook my head. He smiled, and extended the goblet again. “Drink. You’ll need it.”

Drink, my mind echoed, and my fingers stirred, moving toward the goblet. No. No, Alis said not to drink the wine here—wine that was different from that joyous, freeing solstice wine. “No,” I said, and some faeries who were watching us from a safe distance chuckled.

“Drink,” he said, and my traitorous fingers latched onto the goblet.

- Chapter 39 of A Court of Thorns and Roses

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its funny that I provide information that SJMs husband was the president of a zionist fraternity in college and my mutual was like "welll thats a large Jewish fraternity that doesn't mean hes a zionist" HES LITERALLY THE PRESIDENT OF THE FRATERNITY???

the P R E S I D E N T ? ? ?

anyways I unfollowed and blocked them bec w h a t

and then you have sjm saying that she enjoyed her birthright trip but then NOT SAYING ANYTHING when Israel launched the October 7th attack. like she should have said S O M E T H I N G after defending Israel if she didnt want people to call her a zionist

pair this with her racism especially with Breonna Taylor and the way she writes poc and also the fact she literally has her shining hero be the ruler of an apartheid state

the writing is on the wall

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Here's the thing:

I don't deny that Tamlin did abusive things. I deny that he's inherently abusive.

I deny that he intentionally abused Feyre and I maintain that his abuse of her came as a result of his own trauma that corrupted the love he had for her into possessiveness.

and I think that's an important distinction to make. for all his failings, he truly believes that she needs to be protected. his perspective still sees Amarantha snapping her neck, still sees danger in every corner. so after one of those dangers takes Feyre away, Tamlin goes a little nuts.

keep in mind that he's been dealing with his scars from his own abuse at the hands of his father, mother, potentially his brothers, and Amarantha all while leading his court...which is also trying to heal from Amarantha's 50 years.

so this abused and broken individual is further broken by the death of the woman he loves and he responds by trying to ensure that nothing will ever happen to her again by taking ownership of her person and safety, giving everything in order to ensure her protection while simultaneously losing sight of the fact that she doesn't need to be coddled to heal

so yes, he abuses her. yes, Tamlin and Feyre no longer work as a couple because of who they've become.

does it justify the destruction of the Spring Court? No

does it justify Feyre lying to Tamlin about Rhysand taking her by force, triggering further possessive reactions? No

at the end of the day, Tamlin was a double agent collecting intel, dragging Beron to war, and doing what he could to protect Pythian as well as the Human lands.

by the end of the initial trilogy, Tamlin lets Feyre go, wishes her well, and brings back Rhysand from the dead. which he had no obligation to do.

That's why I love and defend Tamlin as a character. because he's made terrible choices and has paid the price for those mistakes, but the core of him is still as it always has been: good.

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the ADHD writer's guide to actually finishing a draft (no, seriously) 📝

okay, tumblr, writers... we need to TALK about how to actually finish a damn draft when your executive functioning decided to pack its bags and leave for a permanent vacation in the bahamas.

i'm not here to give you that basic "just set a timer!" advice that makes me want to throw my laptop into the sun. we all know those productivity hacks that work for neurotypicals make us want to scream into the void. (been there, screamed that.)

so here's the ACTUAL guide from someone who's written three novels while her brain was actively trying to sabotage her the entire time.

FIRST: accept that linear writing is a capitalist construct designed to torture us.

i'm serious. whoever decided writers should start at chapter 1 and proceed neatly to THE END clearly didn't have dopamine playing hide-and-seek in their prefrontal cortex.

write whatever scene has your brain chemicals SINGING today. that climactic fight scene that's six chapters away? the tender moment between your characters that happens in the middle? WRITE IT NOW while your brain is actually interested. i have finished entire novels by writing them in chunks and stitching them together like the beautiful frankenstein's monster they are.

SECOND: the 10-minute lie (that actually works???)

tell yourself you're only going to write for 10 minutes. that's it. no pressure. your adhd brain can handle anything for 10 minutes, right? the secret is that once you start, momentum becomes your best friend. sometimes you'll actually stop at 10 minutes (congrats, you still wrote something!) but often you'll look up and realize it's been two hours and you've written 2,000 words. and yes i've seen this a lot, like everywhere, where they tell you "set a timer for 5, and by the time you realize it's 2 hours" i've seen this many times before, and it actually works. at first i thought it didn't but boy, i was wrong.

THIRD: use your hyperfixation powers for good, not evil.

we all know that adhd comes with the superpower of becoming obsessed with random things for unpredictable amounts of time. WEAPONIZE THIS. create artificial urgency around your project. tell people about your deadline. make elaborate aesthetic pinterest boards. create a spotify playlist that you only listen to while writing this specific project. trick your brain into making your WIP the shiny new hyperfixation.

FOURTH: body-doubling saved my writing career and it can save yours too.

find another writer friend (or any friend who needs to do focused work) and sit together - virtually or physically - while you both work. something about having another human witnessing your work process bypasses the executive dysfunction. i swear it's actual magic. discord writing sprints, zoom sessions with cameras off but mics on - whatever works.

FIFTH: embrace the chaos of your natural writing cycle.

some days you'll write 5,000 words in a frenzy at 3am. other days you'll stare at the document for an hour and write "the." BOTH ARE VALID WRITING DAYS. the only consistency we need is returning to the document, not some arbitrary daily word count.

SIXTH: create external accountability that doesn't make you want to die.

deadlines from publishers? great. deadlines you set for yourself? your brain laughs and says "or what?" find the sweet spot - maybe it's a writing buddy you check in with, maybe it's a public progress tracker, maybe it's promising your sister you'll take her to dinner when you finish a chapter.

SEVENTH: the frankendraft approach.

your first draft DOES NOT need to be good, coherent, or even make sense. it just needs to exist. leave yourself notes like [FIGURE OUT HOW SHE GETS FROM THE CASTLE TO THE BEACH LATER] and keep moving. your adhd brain will thank you for not getting stuck in research rabbit holes for six hours.

EIGHTH: find your optimal writing environment through shameless trial and error.

maybe you need complete silence. maybe you need to be in a coffee shop with specific ambient noise. maybe you need to write standing up. maybe you need to dictate your novel while pacing around your apartment. there is no wrong way to get the words out.

i personally write best when i'm slightly uncomfortable (weird, i know) so i often end up writing while sitting on my kitchen floor with my laptop balanced on a chair. whatever works, bestie. a finished messy draft is infinitely more valuable than the perfect novel still trapped in your head. your adhd brain is simultaneously your greatest challenge and your greatest asset as a writer. the connections you make, the unique perspectives, the creativity - all of that comes from the same place as the struggles.

you've got this. now go write something, even if it's just for 10 minutes. i believe in you. ✨ -rin t.

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It's tough being a top out here why are 80% of male reader fanfics bottom reader 🥀

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Man, Rhysand was never the dreamer in that god awful series. It was always Tamlin

Tamlin is the one who has always done everything he can do to stop injustice. Protecting mortals, always accepting fae from other court in his land, trying his damnedest to find a way to break the curse instead of stealing a mortal. He has always dreamed of a safer and more just world and has always tried to make that come true. Even after loosing so much he always did whats right and true in the end.

but hes doomed by the narrative. His good deeds and genuine soul over shadowed by the biases of the narrator. Hes the age old tragedy of wanting to be the best he can and do the best he can.

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@praetorqueenreyna @goforth-ladymidnight

I am making a polite plea and asking you to please unblock me from @tamlinweek.

I came back to Tumblr over a month later to see that I was blocked for no reason when I went to scroll thru the awesome content again.

The supposed reason I was given by you, was that "people have been complaining about me for years" and "I make people uncomfortable." I don't doubt it, bc I get hate dms super often, but probably only .001% are Tamlin lovers.

But my question is, how does any of that have any bearing on my participation in the Tamlin Week event, esp because I am a big part of it each year?

On top of that, I participated this year, in 2025, with no issue whatsoever. Therefore, I fail to see how I was an issue when everything was perfectly fine. I didn't get one bad comment or dm during the event about anything. No warnings, no questions, nothing.

I personally believe that if adult individuals don't like my page content outside the event, they can block me. I have no issue with people protecting their own peace. If I am blocked, they won't even see my content during the event. And if people have an issue with me outside the event, that should not come into play in terms of blocking me from said event.

I was told that after my petition post two days ago, that certain people were harassing you, and you stated it was inflammatory. I stated that my post says nothing about DMs or harrassment, only to reblog and tag you as a plea to unblock me. I then asked multiple times who the harrassers were, and that harrassment was not okay in any form and definitely not the point of my post. I got no reply on usernames or screenshots yet.

Harrassment is never okay. And I am still willing to speak to whoever it was if I know who they are personally.

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I also just want to note for the record as part of my plea:

I was the reason that Henry, Tamlin's voice actor, participated too, because he is my friend and I asked him if he could graciously make content for it.

I also held up the IG side of things for two years prior to 2025 until you guys decided to reroute and do it yourselves. We did our own thing when the time came, and it worked out fine.

Blocking me behind my back when I'm not even online is honestly upsetting.

As for you two personally, you know I adore and appreciate what you do with all the planning the event takes and how y'all stay on top of it.

However, that does not invalidate my raw hurt at this moment.

I wholly believe (this goes for everyone) that the event should not be used as fuel for any personal vendettas for anyone complaining about others outside of it.

If anyone has one against me personally, I suggest it to be hashed out like adults in DMs instead of me being unfairly blocked from an event I love.

IN CONCLUSION, I PLEAD, PLEASE UNBLOCK ME.

Tamlin remains one of my favorite characters, and I enjoy contributing as much as I can for his week.

And as an aside, I'm not even mad at you. There are worse emotions than rage. I am hurt. I feel betrayed. I feel used. I feel backstabbed. I feel like Tamlin in ACOFAS, frankly.

I'm not even looking for a reply or anything else of the sort if you don't want to. I simply just want to be unblocked from my favorite event, even if that's done silently.

♡Mel

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My gay ass would definitely be a royal guard considering my lineage. The idea of topping a noble, making a prim and proper men who's used to looking down on others become undone. Oh that's a good thought.

Imagines: Yandere! King x Male! Knight! Reader

His head throbbed. The pain was similar to being whacked repetitively by a mole wielding a hammer that attacks anything that moves. Unfortunately, he, the king of a “glorious” kingdom, was the usual victim of the dangerous creature.

A mountain of papers, piles and piles of them, threatened to tip over his desk. A sneeze from a mouse can make it fly everywhere. Honestly, cleaning up that mess sounded better than reading and signing for many painful back-breaking hours.

He angrily skimmed at the reports on his hand, wishing that it grew legs from fear and run away from him. “If someone comes in carrying more work for me, I will shove these papers up their ass—“

Being the king was the worst. Not only does he have to deal with papers, reports, and deals, but there’s also the problem of fixing the kingdom. If he knew in advance that he’d be inheriting this shitstorm right after his brother died from choking on a grape, a fucking grape of all things, he would have dropped everything and let himself be carried by his most trusted knight to a far far away land.

His quill has long stopped from writing signatures and was instead making a huge black blot on the papers. The King, instead of working, was giggling at his fantasies, his cheeks redder than the blood of his enemies slain by his beloved knight. Strong… strong and sexy arms carrying him to their home. It was a humble and fairy-like cottage, surrounded by forests and flowers.

His knight… him… living together… harvesting food from their garden… and following them all day would be their 2 adopted yellow baby ducklings.

“Mmph—!” His palm hurriedly covered his mouth to muffle his moan. Shit. Hopefully nobody heard that.

But seriously…

Imagining his knight chopping down trees for firewood to warm their home… and the king also using that firewood to make dinner for both of them…

He groaned at the thought. He really really wants to bear their children. Reality be damned. Their kids will be so cute and adorable. And they’ll also be cuddling with the yellow baby ducks.

Okay. He needs a break. Now. Before he uses his office for something not work related.

The King rose majestically from his seat, expensive robes flowing with his movements as he stepped out to the balcony.

THWANG!

TAK!

The sound of metal grinding against the other greeted him first. Followed by yells of determined young men and women duking it out with their training partners.

He tapped on the railings, cooly and mysteriously. His piercing gaze swept across the training fields until it landed on one knight: you.

Sweat was tantalizingly dripping off your body, that white shirt clinging like second skin to your muscular frame. Why do those pants look extra tight today? The King hopes it stays that way.

He gulped his thirst when he saw you wipe a drop of sweat from your sharp jaw. Holy. And when you grabbed your huge greatsword, your arm flexed with might. The King’s stomach flipped at that deadly visual. Whoever said your strength and skills are what strikes terror to your enemies, they are wrong. Clearly they haven’t seen you without your armor and helmet. They would kneel like devout worshippers if only they knew.

The knights on the field sweatdropped seeing their king on the balcony again. This was a very usual sight but it’s still very hard to get used to. He was standing there. With puppy eyes and hearts popping around his head.

If they trace his gaze, it leads to the strongest knight in the kingdom: you. And you were oblivious to the king’s pining and was preoccupied slashing a training dummy.

“Should we- uh- tell him?”

“No way. It’s fun seeing the infamous poker-faced king acting like a maiden in love.”

“He’s more of an obsessed lunatic but sure. Whatever.”

The King longingly sighed, feeling refreshed just from watching you. He wondered if he can ask for your shirt. And if anyone asks: No. He doesn’t want it washed. Just give it as it is. Sweat and all.

He let out another lovesick sigh. “I want to run away with him.”

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chat. why is someone trying to tell me what rhysand did to feyre utm isnt sexual assault cause sjm said it wasnt🧍🏻🧍🏻

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Yeah people tend to forget that all these characters aren’t real, they‘re controlled by Sjm. Obviously we won’t ever have Emerie, Tarquin or any other character that has been thrown under the bus by the inner circle hold them accountable. The inner circle won’t ever face consequences if the author won’t self reflect any time soon. Obviously, realistically the night court would be in shambles for all the war crimes the inner circle committed.

So sorry for replying so late, anon. Hopefully you'll see this post.

I completely agree. Realistically, the Night Court would be the first to fall. There’s no way people would forget that Rhys sacrificed everyone outside Velaris just to protect one small city. He literally spent decades acting like a villain. In reality, Rhys would’ve been killed, and Feyre would be on trial for wiping out an entire court out of revenge for her ex.

I hate how this world glorifies someone with such a twisted moral compass and gives her the platform to push propaganda like “it’s okay to segregate people because they’re animals” (ooppsss sound about zio) just because SJM said Rhys is right.

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After the vote I'm gonna explain more about the fic.

If you guys have any other suggestions, feel free to comment on them in the replies.

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I need to screen shot all my chats, I'm still writing the outline for my anti villain Tamlin fic where he has a revenge arc.

I feel like I'm forgetting a lot of things. Like I'm sure I was supposed to make the Spring court citizens have a Scottish jig dance scene, Tamlin having a jjk moment and a love story between a dryad and a nymph.

FML, I should have taken note of it all.