#soft tamsand

[palomita-de-la-sangre]

“Here, hold her.”

Aw

And then they killed each other‘s parents :)

[shadowqueenjude]

lolol Acofas rewrite to make a tamsand moment bc why not

Only I'm turning Tam into a bisexual female. Also changing the POV because Rhys sucks.

Warning: Bondage (No smut), Suicidal Tam

"Lucien claimed you would come," Tamlina said dully. "Funny, I thought his mate was the seer," Rhysand answered. A twisted barb, another dig. A reminder that Rhysand had a mate and Lucien did too. Archeron mates, no less. But Tamlina did not. The pain swooped through Tamlina again. A never-ending ache. She had screwed things up with Feyre, and she had run into Rhysand's arms. She still couldn't believe that the male who'd sexually assaulted her under the mountain turned out to be her mate. Tamlina had been whole-heartedly convinced Feyre was her mate. But perhaps same-sex mating bonds did not exist, for Thesan had yet to receive a mating bond with his male lover. Perhaps the system was just in place to pair up males and females who would make the most powerful offspring. And the Mother had manipulated Feyre into falling in love with a monster.

A monster she, too, had once cared for. Whose life she'd saved not only for Feyre's sake but her own. Bitterness flowed through her again. "What do you want," she asked shortly.

"I came to have a little chat," he said with a half grin. A handsome smile, but entirely soulless. Tamlina wanted to tear it apart with her bare hands. "Can I trouble you for a cup of tea?"

Tamlina led him through the house, knowing that Rhys noted the complete disarray. She couldn't bring herself to care. She only said, "If you've come here to gloat, you can spare yourself the effort." She already knew he had won, after all. Rhys put a hand on his chest in mock humility. "Why should I bother?" Tamlina ignored it. "What did you want to talk about?" He made a good show at surveying the house before saying, "Where's my dear friend Lucien?"

My. Not our, or hers. Another twisted barb. A reminder that Lucien had left her for Night. No less than Tamlina had deserved for how she'd treated him. Yet Lucien had come back. Yet he was the only one who remembered her. Probably the only reason she was still alive.

"Hunting for our dinner." "No taste for such things these days?" "He left before I was awake."

Rhys lounged in a chair, turning it into a throne. "What's this I hear about you not enforcing your borders?" He couldn't be serious, could he? After all, it was his whore that had caused this problem. Tamlina gestured around them. "Do you see any sentries to do it?"

"Feyre did her work thoroughly, didn't she." A combination of rage and sorrow rose to the surface once more. She bared her teeth at him. "With your coaching, I have no doubt."

"Oh no, that was all her. Clever, isn't she." Tamlina dug her nails into her armchair trying to resist the urge to cry. It was a miracle she still had tears left to cry. "I thought the High Lord of the Night Court couldn't be bothered to brag."

"I suppose you think I should be thanking you, for stepping up to assist in reviving me." He thought wrong then. There was a time where Tamlina would've expected such a thing. There was a time where Rhysand would've worshipped the ground she walked on. That time, that boy, was gone. The male before her was someone she didn't know. Tamlina wished she didn't have a moral code. If she had been a slightly lesser female, she would've left Rhysand to rot. But her stupid, soft heart could not bring herself to do it. "I carry no such illusions. I'm fully aware that the day you thank me for anything, Rhysand, is the day the burning fires of hell go cold."

"Poetic."

All those times in the war band creating limericks had served her well, she wanted to say. But she lacked the energy to say the words. She hardly had any energy at all.

"You saved my mate's life on several occasions. I will always be thankful for that." Again the word mate stabbed her in the heart. I didn't do it for you, she wanted to shout. But who had she done it for, then? Feyre, the girl who had shattered her heart and her court? Rhys, the male who was glad to do it with her? Tamlina had terrible taste in males and females, it seemed.

"Does she know you're here?" were the words that came out instead. "Oh, she certainly does. And she was as disturbed as I was to learn that your borders are not as enforced as we'd hoped."

As if it wasn't Feyre's fucking fault they were in this predicament. Anger surged through her. "With the wall gone, I'd need an army to watch them."

"That can be arranged."

The Mother herself would die before Tamlina accepted even a cent of Rhysand's aid. "I'm not letting your ilk onto my lands."

“My ilk, as you call them, fought most of the war that you helped bring about. If you need patrols, I will supply the warriors.”

Ironic- so terribly ironic that Rhysand blamed her for the war. As if he hadn't gladly licked Amarantha's boots for fifty years. Tamlina had worked as a double agent against Hybern to bring her love back safely from males who played with minds like toys, and she'd done it knowing that having an in with Hybern would give them a chance to control the inevitable war.

"My war?" She said quietly. "My war? Who gladly served as Amarantha's executioner for decades? Who was happy to murder a dozen children as long as you got off unscathed? And for what, Rhysand? Last time I checked, your people are still heavily oppressed."

"My people are not oppressed, as you would know if you-"

"I know about Velaris," Tamlina interrupted. She stalked up to Rhysand, looking up into his eyes. Most claimed the Night Court High Lord had violet eyes, but Tamlina knew better. They were blue- a very deep blue that in some lighting appeared violet. But blue all the same. "And that, Rhysand, is not equality. Separation of different people is not equality. It's not the Prythian I was fighting for."

"Then what exactly, were you fighting for, Tamlina? This?" He gestured to the ruins of the Spring Court. Tamlina hadn't been able to dredge up the energy to care anymore. Most days, she barely even ate. If it hadn't been for Lucien's constant visits and fussing over her like a nanny, there wouldn't be a bone in her body you couldn't see. But Rhysand's words drew up the hurt again. The pain that her world, her people, everything had collapsed around her. She welcomed the pain. At least it was a feeling, and that was better than nothing.

"Until you ruined it all for me," she said quietly. She could feel the tears coming to her eyes again, and she ran away, not wanting to cry in front of Rhysand. Like hell would she show that kind of weakness in front of him. Like hell would she give him that satisfaction.

She thought she sensed a flicker of guilt on Rhys as she ran away, but she ignored it. She waited until she was out of sight before she shapeshifted into a tiny creature. The waterfall of sadness had been replaced by anger. The two emotions always came together with Tamlina. She spotted the discarded bat with which she used to play fireball with Lucien, a sport native to the Autumn Court that he'd introduced to her. She fluttered near the bat as Rhysand searched for her.

"Tamlina?" he called. "Look, I'm s-" It sounded as if he was about to apologize before he choked on the word, his ego getting the better of him. He never could admit when he was wrong.

Quiet as a mouse, Tamlina shapeshifted back into her normal body. Then she soundlessly grabbed the bat and slammed it into the back of Rhysand's head so hard that he thumped to the ground with a rumble that shook the house.

(Brief Rhys POV)

When Rhysand woke up, his body was fully chained to a chair. He tried to move, to work his way out of the chains, physically and with his magic when Tamlina strode towards him. Even in her lifeless state, staring down at him, Tamlina was the most beautiful female Rhys had ever seen. Guilt originating from the mating bond slid through him, but it was true. Her wavy golden hair tickled his hands as her dark green eyes pinned him in place.

"Don't bother to try and get out of those chains," she crooned. A little more spark in her voice than earlier. "Those chains are made of ash wood. You will die before you can get out of them."

Ash wood? Why the hell did Tamlina have that? He must have said the words out loud, for Tamlina smiled bitterly. "Courtesy of Eris Vanserra. He has a collection, you know. He offered me just a little bit, though. For a cost. I kept it in case I ever decided to..." the words trailed off. But Rhys knew what she meant.

In case I ever decided to end my life.

What had he done? He had goaded a depressed female, Tamlina no less. He had just wanted to get a rise out of her, banter with her as they had in the past. But...he had gone too far. Much too far.

"Why so horrified, Rhys? Last I remembered, you used to enjoy being tied up."

Rhys felt hot all over at her words. Tamlina smiled. "Still affected by me. I knew it."

"Let me out."

"No. I have a reason for keeping you chained up, you see. Your little Inner Circle is going to get worried about you and come for you. And I've been longing for a good fight."

"They'll destroy you."

"I'm a High Lady. A real one, not the bullshit title you handed Feyre. Feyre only has power because it was handed to her. My power...it's raw. Straight from the Mother herself. They'll have a hard time beating me even if I'm alone. Plus," she put a hand to his cheek, and Rhysand shuddered, "I have leverage." She stared at him for a long moment before walking away.

Rhysand didn't breathe, couldn't breathe, until Tamlina left the room.

[fuckyestherest]

Creator Highlight - Week 7!

Welcome to our Creator Highlight Week 7!

Every week, we’ll use this space to recognize the amazing individuals in our fandom who kindly use so much of their free time and creative energy to share their work with us and bring our imaginations to life via writing, art, visuals, and many other creative mediums. 

This week we want to highlight @queercontrarian, a massively talented creator for both art and fic within the fandom. Her stories are imaginative, creative, and wonderful, and her art will absolutely blow your mind–especially her Female High Lords series, which is OUTSTANDING. Her nominator (@cauldronblssd) said the following:

“Em is such a lovely and talented member of fandom. She brings so much creativity in her art, writing, and the other things she creates such as mood boards and memes. She also brings a lot of enthusiasm to all of the characters of the fandom, including ones that don’t get enough love! I especially appreciate that she brings the queer energy into the fandom, and gives us incredible art such as sapphic Feysand, female High Lord Tarquin, and ships like Azris and Tamsand. In addition, she is so supportive of other creators, and is currently working on her Eris x OC art series. She is so kind and encouraging of other writers and artists and a fun and funny person to know. I’m so glad she shares her creativity and kind heart with all of us!”

On top of being so insanely talented, she is also a one-of-a-kind friend and supporter! She is always willing to trade compliments and kind words, as well as create art to make her friends smile. 

Thank you for sharing your works with us, and for adding such an engaging, creative, and lovely art and fics to the community and fandom space! Your contributions have been so adorable, hot, and overall impeccably well done, and we hope to see much more from you for a long time to come!

Below are some of our favorite creations.

The Entire Female High Lords Series

Absolutely Literally Any Piece of Her Art, Seriously Every Single One

Court of Dreams: To The Stars Who Listen | Tamsand

put it all on me | Azris

a soft place to land | Azris

The Little Things | Tamsand

Thanks so much for bringing such incredible, creative, and lovely works, both in art and fics, to our fandom! We’re so glad you’re here! (and we can’t wait to see your Eris Week 2024 project!)

You can find more of @queercontrarian on Ao3 and Masterlist!

[fourteentrout]

Howdy and hello! I have returned with some questions for you!

A little birdie informed me that you like Tamsand. Tell me what drew you to that ship! Do you like young Tamlin and Rhysand growing into something more or do you like the bitter edges of their relationship mending after everything they went through? Who snores the loudest between the two? What would a cute date look like?

Also, are you more of a fanfic or fanart enjoyer? I know both are so good that it’s a hard choice!

Oooh man I am very excited to receive this.

I do indeed have a soft spot for tamsand! What initially drew me to it was actually Rhys' behavior in the first book. I was big into the Sexy Queer Villain vibe he was bringing, especially when he made Tamlin get on his knees (literally as I was reading I was like. Is this some kind of euphemism. Especially after the whole "taught him the ways of swords and females" thing. Rhys calling Tamlin old friend. Very scorned ex vibes)

As the series went on and more was revealed about their past, I was just increasingly like yeah OBVIOUSLY they were boyfriends, Tamlin kept the knives Rhys gave him for like 500 years like come on. The fact that Rhys never seemed to be able to let Tamlin go even after all was said and done is a big thing for me. I like that he's kind of obsessed.

I would love to see more interactions with them in their younger days, but I also love seeing Rhys grapple with the fact that he can't shake Tamlin's presence in his mind after so many years, so it's very hard to choose between the two! Id say, whatever you connect more with. Not to be like "it's up to you" but I want YOU to enjoy the creation experience as much as possible, so like whatever you're feeling a particular draw to, I say go for it. The same sentiment kind of goes for fanart vs fanfic, like if there's something you excel at or just have a particular love for is what I'd choose😂 getting anything is a big honor

Also, id say tam snores the loudest but doesn't deny it, where as when Rhys snores it's not AS loud, but he swears up and down that he's a completely silent sleeper.

A cute date definitely involves time in nature concluded with a night at the tavern.

Sorry I'm so indecisive about this stuff but seriously, all I want is for you to have a good time. Have fun with them, see where your heart takes you!

[achaotichuman]

Okay slightly different ask (my inner psychologists in me is coming out) but like post!incident might and before Tamlin met Lucien. Like somewhere in the middle what do you think of Tamsand's relationship?

You know I've thought about this for a while. In my head, Tamlin knew Lucien before the incident, but to imagine what would have happened if Lucien hadn't been there. If it was just Tamlin and Rhysand... It would be dark, toxic, just an overall really bad time.

As I wrote this scene, I think I went in a different direction from what the original prompt wanted. But I still think it's pretty good, be warned this gets kinda dark.

*Trigger warning implied/referenced suicide*

"Fuck," Tamlin cursed under his breath, "Fuck, fuck, fuck."

A report was in his hands, a report from the crops on the south side of the Spring Court, bandits were raiding the poorer villages, stealing their gold and taking whatever livestock they could drag away in the dead of night. They were slowly making their way further into the Spring Lands. Soon they would start ravaging the larger towns.

Tamlin stared at the report for the Gods knew how long. Pen in hand and several crumpled pieces of paper on the floor as he tried again and again to decipher the best course of action.

A chill swept through his office. The pen in Tamlin's hand clattered on the desk, spilling ink all over the place. Tamlin didn't care. He stayed perfectly still, staring at the door, then glancing around the room, barely a breath escaping him.

"Two hundred years of friendship, little warrior, and you still stick your head up like a spooked hare when you sense me." A sickeningly soft voice purred around Tamlin's ear.

Tamlin's hands curled into tight fists, his knuckles going white.

"Ah, ah, ah," Rhysand tutted, a perfectly manicured nail flicked out from behind Tamlin and tapped the back of his tense hand, "None of that, wouldn't want those claws to stick out now would we?"

"What do you want?" Tamlin meant for the words to come out in a low growl, they were more broken and breathier than he cared to admit.

Those hands, slender but calloused and firm, slid from Tamlin's neck to his shoulders and down his chest. Each stroke of his fingers claiming, a burning mark Tamlin could not rid himself of.

"Am I that unwelcome in your Court?" Rhysand murmured in that low seductive voice.

"Are you? Last you said you never-" Tamlin's voice broke as he remembered that night, remembered Rhysand staring at him with such... such loathing and hatred.

Such disgust. Like he was truly the lowest of lives to curse the ground.

It wasn't even his own mother's death that truly shattered Tamlin that night. It was those violet eyes looking at him with all love gone.

Everything they once were, gone.

Then those words.

"Murderer!" Rhysand had screamed, "You're a murderer! I never want to see your wicked face ever again!"

Rhysand hummed, like he too was remembering his own words, but he lacked the hurt that Tamlin possessed. Rhysand sounded like he was enjoying the memory. Like he had enjoyed telling Tamlin that.

"I did." He said, "But I'm not looking at your face right now, am I?"

"You're not." Tamlin felt a shiver run up his spine.

"And what is going on here?" Rhysand asked, snatching up the report from Tamlin's desk. Tamlin made to take it back, but it was too late Rhysand was already skimming it with his eyes when the Spring Lord turned around.

"Bandits, I see." Rhysand said, "Quite the prediciment, but not uncommon, shouldn't be too difficult for a well-trained High lord, should it?"

When Rhysand sneered those words, Tamlin knew why he was here. Not to make up, not to remember, but to taunt him.

Tamlin snatched the report back and slammed it face down on his desk, "Get out!"

"Or what? The Beast is going to lash out at me?" Rhysand said.

"If you don't I'll-"

Rhysand planted his hands firmly on the armrests of Tamlin's chair, caging him in. He grinned, leaned down, and pressed his face so closely to Tamlin's they shared the same breath.

"What? You're going to kill me? Perhaps send my head in a box down the river for Cass and Az to find? Maybe you'll pin my mangled wings to your wall like your father did?"

Elvin's booming laughter as he pinned those wings up in study as Tamlin cried and begged for him to let Tamlin burn them. Give them a sendoff at the very least. Being held back by his brothers who whispered taunts in his ears. It all came rushing back.

"I didn't- I never-" Tamlin stumbled over his words, memories and emotions he had kept bottled up inside him tried to leap to the surface.

"Shut up, you're guilty, admit it." Rhysand said.

"I-I'm not, I didn't-"

"Oh, you didn't?! You didn't Tamlin?! You did nothing wrong?! Nothing at all? I'm the bad guy here aren't I?" Rhysand leaned in further, half crawling into Tamlin's lap like he wanted to straddle him, "I'm the half-breed bastard Night Court Lord, aren't I? Not you, you're the perfect little golden prince who lost his poor mother to the evil villain in the Night Realm."

Tamlin looked down to his thighs, unable to look into Rhysand's eyes, "I have never said-"

"You don't have to say it, I know you're thinking it."

"I'm not Rhysand! I blame myself every night-!"

"Then fucking admit it, murderer! You killed them! You killed them!" Rhysand shrieked, as if he was unable to hold it in any longer, "My sister is dead because of you! My sister, my little sister! Who never deserved any of this! She was violated and killed because of you! You insolent, empty-headed, bastard beast!"

Tamlin still stared down, taking in quicker breaths. Rhysand gritted his teeth and grabbed under his jaw, forcing him to look, starting to choke him, "Admit it you fucking murderer! Admit it! Admit it!"

"Get off me!" Tamlin screamed, trying to shove Rhysand off.

But Rhysand used daemati magic to force Tamlin's muscles to be still.

"Admit it!"

"I was drugged Rhysand!" Tamlin finally screamed, "I was drugged with faebane, you would know that if you bothered to read any of the hundreds of letters I've sent you!"

Rhysand stared down at him, finally silent, finally still. Only shock and growing horror in those violet eyes.

"I would never... how could I?" Tamlin whispered.

Rhysand swallowed hard, then he breathed one word. One word, and every last string Tamlin was holding onto for his sanity was cut, "Liar."

The world outside stopped existing. Stopped mattering. People would carry on with their day. They would shop, go home, make dinner, feed their families, wake up the next morning to work. They would maybe go out with friends. Or care for their animals. Or watch their children play in the river.

Their worlds would keep spinning.

While Tamlin's world came to a stop.

"You're a liar."

"I am not a liar!" Tamlin roared; the windows seemed to shake. Rhysand shoved himself off of Tamlin. His eyes filled with horror, with that fucking disgust.

Tears glistened in those violet eyes. And Tamlin remembered. Remembered just much Rhysand had loved his sister. She had been his best friend. His enemy at times. The one person who when the world turned its back on him would stand by his side, to whatever end.

And she had been taken away. The people that took her away were gone as well.

There was no one left to blame, no one but Tamlin.

Rhysand shook his head, those tears starting to spill. Then he winnowed, he winnowed far away.

***

Years passed. Rhysand repeated the cycle. He would appear. Show up out of nowhere, no matter if Tamlin was going through an up or a down, he would be there. He would always manage to make it worse. To make him pay.

Because he deserved to pay, Rhysand reasoned with himself. He deserved it.

When Rhysand stared down at old pictures of his sister, tears dropping onto the image and making the ink blurry, he told himself he was doing the right thing. He was avenging her; he was taking back what was stolen.

Because Tamlin was the one to do it. He was the perpetrator, he was the criminal, he deserved to be punished. Criminals should be punished.

So, Rhysand came back. He always went back.

Even if the night before, when the world had slept, he had been staring at the ceiling wondering... always wondering, always thinking.

'You're a monster.'

'You've become a monster.'

'You've driven him away.'

'You did this.'

'You're the murderer.'

He told Azriel about the voices in his head, the thoughts, the loneliness. Azriel held him tightly. Azriel told him it wasn't his fault. Cassian agreed. Morrigan agreed. They all said it wasn't his fault. He wasn't a monster; he wasn't the criminal.

It was Tamlin.

Tamlin did it. They knew that. Because he had told them Tamlin had run off to tell his father. Rhysand told them all Tamlin betrayed them.

He never let himself think about the truth what Tamlin's story was.

Tamlin was the one who needed punishment. And Rhysand dealt it out.

For his sister. Who had eyes like starlight and a grin that could outshine the moon. She had once told him they would rule the world, and if they failed, they would burn it all down.

So, Rhysand decided to burn it. Starting with Tamlin.

Because it was Tamlin's fault.

It's all your fault.

It's all Tamlin's fault.

It's all your fault.

There was no one left to blame.

It was so, so quiet. Even the crickets didn't murmur a melody.

Rhysand sat out on his balcony. Legs dangling over the edge, staring down at the ground so far away.

If his magic saved him, he would never try again. If it didn't... oh well.

Rhysand let the letter flutter out of his hand. The letter Feyre had passed to him in shock after she had read it.

There was no one left to blame.

No one left to blame, because Tamlin had gone through with it. Tamlin had done it. He had said he wanted to, had shown he didn't care if someone came in and slit his throat. But Rhysand hadn't thought he would actually do it cared.

The breeze came along and swept that letter into the sky. Up into the stars.

There was no one left to blame.

Because Tamlin was dead.

And now, with no one left to blame.

Rhysand would join him.

Sorry if this got a bit too dark. My mind just started spinning and I couldn't stop it. Thank you for the prompt though! I hope you like this!

[queercontrarian]

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Links

AO3: MaladaptiveDaywriting

Fanfic

Finished

Azris Week 2023 Day 3: Put it all on me

Azris Week 2023 Day 6: A Soft Place to Land (18+)

Rhys Week 2023 Day 4: Court of Dreams

SJM Romance Week 2024 Day 4: The Little Things (Tamsand)

WIP

Agegap Azris

Chapter 1

Secret Santa 2023: To Dust Or To Gold (Neris)

Prologue

The Bargain

Art

Characters

Azriel (Femme)

Beron

Cassian

Elain

Eris

Eris at Starfall

Feyre

Gianna of Montesere for secret-third-thing

Gwyn Berdara

Jesminda

Jesminda (@olenvasynyt 's version)

Jurian

Female Jurian

Mor

Nesta

Lucien I

Lucien II

Lucien III (but in lingerie this time)

Female Lucien

Rhysand

Rhys in a skirt

Rhysand's Unnamed Sister

Rhysand's Unnamed Sister II

The Lady of Autumn

The Lady of Autumn II

Thesan

Tsering of Lausan, Captain of the Royal Guard (Thesan's husband)

Vassa

Multi + Ships

Army Dreamers (balthazar, emerie, zhila)

Cresseida x Emerie

Elucien + Daughter for fieldofdaisiies

Sapphic Feysand

Family Portrait: Feyre - Rhys - Nyx

Nesta and Eris (ACOTAR Secret Santa 2024)

Female High Lords Series

Viviane and Kallias

Beron

Helion

Kallias

Rhys

Tamlin

Tarquin

Event Weeks

Cassian Week 2024 Day 5: Scars

Elucien Week 2024 Day 1: Fated - In the Hands of Fate

Eris Week 2024 OC Art Project

Poly Acotar Week 202: The Bane of the Loyalists

SJM Romance Week 2024 Day 7: Elucien

Rhys Week 2024: Armand!Rhys

Tamlin Week 2023: Tamsand Sketch

Tamlin Week 2024 Day 2: Poet/Warrior Tamlin

Sketches

Alis Sketch

Azris Sketch

Summer Court Trio Sketch

The Vanserras

Commissions

Tarquin by mossytrashcan

Cresseida by mossytrashcan

Varian by mossytrashcan

Azriel in Summer by krem-does-stuff

Other

A Tamsand Playlist

Briar x Catrin Berdara Moodboard

[thrumbolt]

your secret santa is back :) I see from your thramsay tag you are a big fan of toxic yaoi…(on a related note, you should watch interview with the vampire) and I would like to ask you some questions…

•Why did you start shipping Tamsand? What is the appeal for you?

•Is there anything you dislike seeing when the ship is portrayed?

•Is there a “genre” you would like to see? More soft & romantic, tragic, comedic, smut, etc.?

•When you search for Tamsand fics on Ao3, what tags do you look for/filter out? (if you read fanfic)

SANTA NOOOO, NOT MY NAUGHTY TAGS! XD You caught me, I do like toxic yaoi, what can I say? Guilty as charged.

(And of course I watched Interview with a Vampire - who do you think I am Santa? Ignore toxic yaoi? ME??? XD)

ANYWAY let's answer those questions!

I started shipping Tamsand the moment Rhys showed up at Tamlin's place in book 1. They had ~history~. Sexual history even! Rhys made him kneel! AHH! I was very surprised to find that it WASNT this fandom's number one ship haha

I think I mostly love them for their intertwined past. Friends to lovers to enemies. I guess I just like my love to come with a little tragedy and sadness. All the regret and bitterness and all is so fascinating to me in relationships!

I don't even think there's much I dislike with Tamsand. Mostly there's some fanfic tropes I don't like. For example I don't particularly care about modern AU's or crossovers. And I vastly prefer third person writing over anything else. But there's nothing I filter the tags with. When I joined this fandom there were 18 Tamsand fics on AO3. I read them all haha. *cries* Even now I think there's not even 100.

You might think, coming from Thramsay and all, that I like non-con and violence - and you would be correct - but for Tamsand I honestly prefer it softer and sweeter. For example I really enjoy young Tamlin and young Rhys meeting for the first time. Tamlin experiencing friendship/someone being nice for once (considering he mostly knows his brothers and Amarantha) - I guess in that vain I am also very fond of first times in general, even the naughty ones. I like suave Rhys showing shy Tamlin the ropes so to speak. Of course I will never reject some good smut!

I am also a big sucker for hurt/comfort! I don't mind Tamlin getting a bit hurt as long as someone is nice to him in the end. Or vice versa (but usually it's Tamlin haha).

In the end it's kind of hard to make something that I won't like. If you want to go all dark and angsty, I will love it. If you prefer writing more innocent fluff - I will love it too!

[praetorqueenreyna]

Here we go baybeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!

I'm LittleQueenTrashMouth on AO3, and I have written SO MANY rarepairs for ACOTAR!! It's too many to link, but I've written Nesta/Eris as well as every Tamlin ship imaginable (Tamlin with Rhysand, Lucien, Eris, Nesta, Feyre, Briar, Amarantha, SO ON AND SO FORTH!) Hopefully you find something you enjoy!

As always, I must mention the pinned post on @tamlinweek, which is a master list of all the submissions for Tamlin Week 2024, divided up by the type of content (fic, art, etc) and the ship! It's a good way to find the other Tamlin People, plus find some AMAZING content!

OKAY NOW FOR FIC RECS!

I would be remiss if I did not recommend the Tamsand Fic of All Time, A Court of Lies and Resurrection. This fic is better than anything SJM has ever written. Heed the tags, it is very dark! But seriously, SO worth the time to read it!! It's the length of a full novel and I've read it multiple times.

Shapeshifter by @foxcort is a Vampire!Nesta/Werewolf!Tamlin AU, and SO GOOD!!

I love all of @achaotichuman 's fics, but especially How Easy It Is To Worship You, which is Tamlin/Lucien hurt/comfort. So soft, so cute!!!

I'm adding to @mathiwrites 's fics above, I LOVE courting the apocalypse, which is a multi/poly ship Pacific Rim AU!

@goforth-ladymidnight has two AMAZING Tamlin/Lucien fics, Still Beautiful, Still Mine and A Second Chance. The first is in the canon ACOTAR-verse and the second is a modern AU, and both are SO GOOD!

And if you want to get REALLY CRAZY, @ohnyxlin has a Tamlin/Nyx fic, A Court of Chaos and Darkness. Literally so well written, every time it updates I drop everything to read.

OKAY AM DONE I HOPE YOU FIND SOMETHING YOU LIKE!!

Guys I’m in need of some more ACOTAR fanfic recs so please drop the titles in the comments below 👇🏾👇🏾👇🏾👇🏾👇🏾👇🏾👇🏾👇🏾👇🏾👇🏾👇🏾👇🏾👇🏾👇🏾👇🏾👇🏾👇🏾👇🏾👇🏾

• Tamlin fics

• Nesta fics (preferably without Cassian or her staying with Cassian & if you’re going to recommend Nessian fics it better be ones where he sticks up for her & defends her)

• Lucien

• Eris

I’ve read a tonne of fics so there’s a high chance I’ve read a lot of the popular ones but please still drop them all below

[queercontrarian]

oioioi 10 ships... in no particular order and also not necessarily top because it's hard to think of everything on the spot:

1. azris (acotar) - challenge

2. agamemnon x odysseus (homer's illiad, menelaid's fanworks) - unexpected

3. tantalus x mildred (starcrossed trilogy) - insane (literally only my fanon istg i love them)

4. helnik (six of crows) - paaaiiiinnnn

5. eowyn x faramir (lotr) - soft

6. hazel x frank (hoo) - wholesome (and underrated)

7. tamsand (acotar) - PAIN

8. genya x david (grishaverse) - kindness

9. aziraphale x crowley (good omens) - ineffable

10. pallas x adonis (starcrossed trilogy) - bloodlust

thanks for tagging me!

now who to tag...

tag: @friend-of-the-elves @mossytrashcan @northern-star-polaris @prince-deville @praetorqueenreyna @theladyofbloodshed

Little game time! ♥️

Give me your top 10 favorite ships, all fandoms included (not just books) with one word to describe what you love about them

I’ll start:

1- Nessian (ACOTAR) - angst

2- Gwynriel (ACOTAR) - banter

3- SasuSaku (Naruto) - angst

4- Elladwin (Ewilan’s Quest) - inspiring

5- Goap- Ghost/Soap (Call Of Duty) - banter

6- Vaxleth- Vax/Keyleth (Critical Role’s Vox Machina) - wholesome

7- Victra/Sevro (Red Rising) - unexpected

8- Osrissa (The Plated Prisoner) - opposite

9- Jassa (ACOTAR) - banter

10- GojoHime (Jujutsu Kaisen) - dynamic

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