#tamlin edit

[sapphic-shortcake]

TimTam Tamlin: the Sexism Snack

tamlin art by Gabriella Bujdoso || edit by me

[isa-sketches]

🌹Tamlin 🥀

[readychilledwine]

✨️ACOTAR Booty Headcanons✨️

💕Peep the thigh headcanons here💕

Warnings - Butts. Fanart of butts. Nakey butts. Bubble butts. Lady butts. Man butts.

Up next? ✨️ Hands ✨️

✨️Body Headcanons Masterlist✨️ Master Masterlist ✨️

Edited to add - short plus size Elain sneak peak

A/N - for @lady-of-tearshed, I hope this meets all your dreams, my love.

A message from Mother - You, my sweet dear reader, are gorgeous as you are. You are real, touchable, and made with imperfections that enhance your beauty and uniqueness. You are a treasure. Do not compare yourself to a single body on this list.

Rhysand-

I like to start off strong..

Rhysand has a very bite-able booty.

He is slightly leaner than Azriel and Cassian, but he still has a firm butt.

Rhysand loves to wear tight slacks, just to watch your pretty little brain go blank when you see his ass.

He sleeps naked and it's hard for you not to just.. touch the booty.

To be fair, he loves to keep his hand (and hand print) on your butt, too.

Art by Amai actually just posted Rhysand butt fanart. Enjoy it below

Cassian-

John Cena has been described as having a military grade ass with an inhuman body.

Cassian also has an inhuman body, so it makes sense that my guy has a military grade ass.

Cassian has butt muscles in places you didn't even know you could have butt muscles.

It is intimidating. Very intimidating.

But you LOVE watching this man walk. Especially when he's walking to the bathroom to grab towels for aftercare.

Azriel-

Azriel's ass surprised you in the best way.

Azriel is lean compared to Cassian, so his bubble butt shocked you.

Much firm. Still jiggle.

You were ready for this jelly.

Azriel gets super shy when you tell him how good his butt looks, but he's like that one friend who secretly loves it and makes sure to wear the same pants/skirt/shorts the next time they see you so you are in love with their deliciousness again.

Sometimes, you just sneak up on Azriel and accidentally squeeze. In front of his family. But don't worry. He squeezes yours back.

Tamlin-

I'm disappointed I can't find this gif when I need it.

We can all hate on Tamlin as much as we want, but SJM herself says the man is muscular.

I imagine Tamlin was worried about his arms and chest being thicker than his legs, so he started hitting legs and glutes hard.

Then, the next thing he knows, he has a damn shelf.

He hates when you touch his butt though. He'd prefer you touch him other places.

But you bet your ass he is touching yours

Lucien-

I stand by Lucien having Chris Hemsworth's body type.

Lucien had the perfect, truly bite-able ass.

You constantly have your hand in his back pocket.

You constantly are giving it a little smack so it jiggles.

You always walk behind him.

Lucien loves the way you worship his body. He's insecure about his scars, so you loving every inch of him helps.

Eris-

Daddy 🫠🫠

Eris has the captain America Dorito proportions build, and I hope all of you know *exactly* what I am talking about.

I imagine Eris as slim muscular, and when I decided to do these, I needed him to have Chris Evans's ass

I mean look at it

Imagine that ass in Eris's finely tailored clothing.

Imagine that ass getting off a horse.

You're touching him. Constantly. And he loves it.

He loves that you seem to think he's some sort of God.

And he really loves it when you touch his butt because you begged him to treat you as his equal, meaning that ass of yours is in his hands quickly.

Helion-

You know when a guys thighs are so thick they become one with his dump truck? Helion.

He actually requires a CDL for his ass.

You can't really tell until he's naked and turns around due to the thickness of his thighs, but this male has ass for days.

And his ass is FIRM. There is not an ounce of fat on him.

He considers his ass a trophy of sorts, so touching it is only for those privileged to.

Luckily you have that privilege.

Oh, look.. I included the Archeron sisters

Feyre-

Don't accuse me of doing our girl dirty, but I picture Halle Berry in her Catwoman suit when I think of Feyre's body.

The reason you can't accuse me of doing her dirty is because the things I'd do if Halle Berry told me to do them are extreme.

I picture Feyre as very lean, very cut, and she had the cutest baby bubble butt.

She's definitely the friend who thinks she has no booty until you help her find the right outfit for the booty.

She also blushes whenever you touch it.

She wishes it was bigger sometimes, but a few spanks in, and she's telling you she's perfect as she is.

I wish I could find a better picture of this 🫠

Nesta-

Nesta I also picture as tight and lean.

For some reason when I read her, I picture Adriana Lima, but with blonde hair.

Maybe it's because I think Nesta has sultry vibes?

Nesta tries to keep herself small. It's ingrained deeply into her head because of her mother and grandmother that she has to be small.

She's also constantly training, so it keeps her tight.

She may not have the biggest ass, but that thing is the best apple you've bit

Elain-

If you don't know by now, you're about to: elain at minimum is slim thick.

I personally see truly happy glowing elain as mid to plus size, and I'm hoping for mid to plus size elain once this stupid shipwar is over.

Right now, though, elain is slimthick.

She's still recovering from her spicy sadness days, and her recovery has her doing squats in the garden

Ass. For. Days.

It's why she actually doesn't wear pants. She tried once and every almost had a collective mass failure heart attack.

So now, her booty is reserved for you and you alone.

You love it when she wears cheeky things in the bedroom.

I imagine elain is super into impact play because she loves the way you compliment her recoil.

I think she's secretly proud of her booty. She just doesn't want anyone else to know. So sssshhhh.

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[ladydelena]

Can I just say, the fact that the high lords don’t all wear generic crowns in their colors, but it actually ties to their courts makes me happy?and they probably all have quite a few different themed ones?

Tamlin with his burnished gold laurel leaf crown at the wedding that was a courtly version of the calanmai crown he probably dawns each year? And his tithe crown is so suited to more strict moments with its representation of wealth and stability?

Tarquin with his silver cresting waves and blue gemstones for a casual night out on the town? As asymmetrically stunning as the very waters he connects his court to, the blues of the stones glinting with white and green and the depths of the very ocean hidden by the brash, crashing beauty created by the surface?

Helions spiked gold crown as vicious and pointed yet beautiful and picturesque as the suns rays? As warm in color as his skin yet simple and statement making in it power just like helion himself- not needing much adornment to radiate the strength, beauty and deadly power and wicked intelligence he holds?

Rhys has a raven feather crown which makes me wonder if previous highlords of night weren’t just serpentile like the creatures of the hewn city but dark winged and raven featured in some way? (And Feyres crown - complimentary to Rhys isn’t just a newly made item, it existed in tandem with his for previous ladies of night I’m assuming so it ties to the court that way as well?)

Autumn court with its mixture of Medieval English and conqueror era Spanish style in my head? With traditional red and green stones highlighted the most and silver and gold alike, crosses and points to their headwear? Very formal and structured, not just to denote their position, but to reinforce tradition, wealth, class structures, very inline with what I’d assume of the autumn courts viciousness mentioned in the books? Beautiful but vicious.

Winter court with near white shining metals, carved glass and crystal bases for ice diamonds; blue, gray, & frosty fogged stones? Dark blues and wicked gnarled features representing barren branches and shards of ice????

Dawn court with its sweeping elegance and love of beautiful embellishments and pension for color? The people are noted to be largely from Xian as noted by SJM and I always imagine dawn court to be a beautiful mix of Indian and Chinese culture, and the jewelry reflects it, beautifully Intrically carved warm toned metals that depict stories or symbolism entertwined with the culture? Stoned used abundantly yet they’re never garish? They only enhance and bring out the beauty of the crowns and reflect the cultures within the court itself?

(Like I’d love to dive deeper into it and maybe make or paint the crowns one day but that’s a different story)

That’s it that’s the post grammar be darned.

[lainalit]

If Tamlin had shorter hair and wears a military uniform, I 100% believe that instead of tampon jokes the fandom would write essays about the mischaracterisation and mistreatment of him

I tried to draw him in said outfit/ hair since I couldn't find any art that would depict it good (sry for the poor quality)

[bloomingdarkgarden]

Feyre + Tamlin | Never After For @feyres-divorce-lawyer

[praetorqueenreyna]

You both have moved on, you don't even talk But I can't help it, I got issues, I can't help it, baby

A continuation of my Making-Olivia-Rodrigo-Songs-fit-Rhysand agenda! Rhysand is so obsessed with Feyre's ex.

[achaotichuman]

I got bored so I made this.

It’s Tamlin!

Picrew link

@sonics-atelier, @siriuslytamlin, @decadentpostnachos-evil-twin, @lorcandidlucienwill, @fell-in-luvs, @shi-daisy, @sadisticdevile

[rin-u-pos]

An Invitation

Tamlin,

I give apologies only when they’re due

For I misjudged you as a sentimental fool,

The whore and his harlot’s favorite tool.

The beast’s wrath and rage was long overdue, 

Admittedly I rejoice in this side of you,

So consider this offer granted to only a few.

Autumn males are made of fire,

Power and pleasure to their heart’s desire.

You think your little flowers stand a chance,

When flames consume all in their path.

A gust of wind perchance?

Here’s your invitation; ignite this pyre.

I’ll excuse the blatant disrespect,

As your filthy paws wrapped around my neck.

That brute strength had me in a wreck.

I call in our debt with this simple request.

Served in your war, did I not?

Now serve me with that beastly knot.

Think carefully,

Beron Vanserra

[feyres-divorce-lawyer]

warmth

For @praetorqueenreyna

AO3

   Tamlin stumbles slightly as he winnows into the clearing. His magic was still a wild thing that he fought to reign but he’d mustered up enough strength to achieve a stable winnow. His drab tunic and dirt stained boots were a far cry from the finery befitting a High Lord, but he wasn’t befitting High Lord at the moment.

   The dust pink envelope had emerged from thin air, landing smack dab on his face while he’d been taking stock of the Manor’s repairs. He’d been apprehensive at first, awaiting a night-silk voice coming to taunt him yet again; he’d waited two nights before opening it, still expecting someone to come along, but the envelope had arrived, and remained, alone.

   It contained a wine dark card with the same dust pink lettering reading: Arrive at Tolos’ Clearing by the full moon.

   Tamlin didn’t know why he’d listened, but there had been something urging him to come anyway.

   So here he was, in the frigid night. The air was cold, due to the Clearing’s proximity to Winter, and nipped at his face. Tamlin resolved to wait only an hour more before returning to the warmth of Spring. Whoever had demanded his presence here would have to learn punctuality.

   He paced around to fight the cold, boots sinking into the moss covered ground, a moss that was quickly growing since he could not be bothered to contain his magic.

   The air swiftly changed, the scent of spiced acorns and crisp apples filling the air. Finally, he thought.

   “You realize when you invite a guest, you should be here to greet them,” he said, turning around to meet whoever had arrived. Tamlin stood shock still, as brown and red filled his vision.

   “Beron?”

   For that was Beron Vanserra in front of him, tall and staunch, his signature I-Am-Better-Than You sneer fixed on his face.

   “Was it you that sent the ridiculous missive?” he demanded.

   “No, it was me,” a voice called out.

   Tamlin whirled again to see the newcomer. A figure emerged from the trees, cloaked and unfamiliar. “I am glad you chose to respond,” they said.

   “And who are you?” Tamlin quickly asked. Beron looked inclined to accompany his next inquiry with a fireball.

   “That matters not, it is my message that’s important,” they said, pulling out a scroll from somewhere in their cloak, and unrolling it.

   “An Ode to the Lady Elain Archeron is to be held. It shall commence on the Day of Labor and shall end on the seventh day of the ninth month. You, Tamlin, High Lord of Spring, and Beron Vanserra, High Lord of Autumn, are henceforth banned from any involvement with this Ode in any way. You shant do so yourselves, or deceive another party to include you.”

   Tamlin stood in confusion. “What would I have to do with Elain Archeron?” He’d never thought about any of Feyre’s sisters beyond their financial safety when they’d still been human. He didn’t  think much of any Archeron at all, lately. He looked at Beron who looked well on his way to send the fireball without asking a question.

   “I would not associate with that filth,” Beron hissed.

   The figure rolled their scroll back up, smoothly placing it back in their cloak with a tilt of their wrist. “You’d better not,” they said, “both of you.”

   Tamlin tensed. Or else? “What would happen if we did?”

   The figure shifted, almost fidgeting. Were they nervous? “That’s not important.”

   Beron finally released that fireball. “No, it is quite important if you think yourself strong enough to threaten me,” he said through gritted teeth.

   The figure had jumped back just in time to avoid being cremated, though the same couldn’t be said for the hem of their cloak which was now nothing more than ash.

   “Just don’t get involved,” they said, a slight panic in their tone.

   That was strange. No one confident in a plan would react this way, but why- Wait.

   “You,” Tamlin started, “You’re not going to do anything, are you?”

   Quiet, but the scent of the nervous sweat the figure just broke out in was answer enough.

   “Just stay away,” they snapped and leaped back into the shadows.

   Tamlin shook his head, how ridiculous, he’d come here for nothing. He turned to Beron whose sneer had upgraded to his patented Stare-At-Me-Wrong-And-You’re-Dead glare. “Why did you come anyway?” Tamlin asked. For Beron to have even considered leaving his Court for a reason he would, should, have considered trivial was… peculiar to say the list.

   “No one commands me.”

   But you were commanded to come here. Tamlin sighed. He should’ve just winnowed back. Why wasn’t he winnowing back?

   Beron’s warm, his mind supplied, practically a furnace. Yes, yes that’s why he was still here.

   He stared at Beron again, taking him in. There was a new gleam in those mahogany eyes. “You’re going to get involved out of spite, aren’t you?”

   Beron’s glare morphed to his Yes-I-Am-Planning-Your-Downfall smirk. “That’s no business of yours, beast. Go hunt for your dinner,” he said and left in a whirlwind of that addicting acorn and apple scent.

   Addicting? Tamlin shook his head. The cold had gotten to his senses. Warmth, that was all.

   He looked to the Clearing once more, and winnowed back to Spring.

[madebytaylorursula]

I have been rebinding books for the last six months or so as a hobby, and as much as I love doing it - I don’t actually collect books myself. I’m trying my hand at selling some of my rebinds on Etsy! I’m not sure how successful it will be (rebinding is so time consuming and pricey to start out in, so finished products are fairly expensive due to the time, practice, and energy that has to go into them) but I at least wanted to give it a go! This is one of many I have finished in the last couple of months that I am going to put on my Etsy shop. I’ll be adding more as I make them, and I am very open to custom orders, if by chance someone is interested in one ☺️ I’m just starting all of these pages out, so they are pretty bare bones for now

[thrumugnyr]

I am here to fairy-fy your fairies!

[positivelyruined]

a ballad of thorns and roses | chapter five | upcoming

[northern-polaris]

Somebody(I Used to Know)

tamsand brainrot, please don't think too hard on the mental gymnastics rhysand is doing not even he knows at this point.

Summary: Tamlin is preparing for his next High Lord meeting after being gone for so long. Rhysand decides to give him a heated welcome.

“You look well.”

Tamlin let himself pause for a moment before turning around.

“High Lord of Night.” Tamlin greeted, meeting eye to eye with the other briefly before moving to continue his task of organizing his papers. The High Lord meeting was less than an hour away. It would be his first one in a long while. 

He could have sworn he saw something twitch in Rhysand’s face before Tamlin looked away, but he didn’t bother analyzing it. Not anymore.

“So formal, Tamlin. Seems to me like you're a few centuries too late to be acting this way.” 

Tamlin shuffled the pages of his report before straightening them against the elegant table. He leafed through the stack to ensure they were in the correct order. They were, and Tamlin already knew this because he checked before he winnowed here, but it didn’t hurt to make sure. 

Lugh was always telling him that he needed to reduce his overly cautious tendencies, but Tamlin decided to allow himself to indulge.

Rhysand hummed. “Who’s Lugh?” 

Tamlin could hear footsteps drawing near, but he still didn’t look away from his task.

Deeming it ready, Tamlin placed the report in one of the large pockets that were sewn into his trousers. They were handy. He should sew more on later, maybe ask Catrin to help him add more pockets to all his new clothing. 

Now that he was thinking about clothing, he really needed to tell her that he didn’t need so many pairs of boots, she should just distribute them out to any of the sentries who wanted them. Tamlin surely didn’t need more than three, let alone seventeen. 

“I wonder how you managed to coerce this Catrin of yours to withstand your company, let alone help you with something.” Another footstep followed by a derisive snort. “Did you tell her that her hair was clean too?” 

Tamlin really should give Catrin a reward. She had managed to put together pristine uniforms and garments that left nothing to be desired for all employees at the new manor. Truly a blessed tailor. 

He’ll make sure to offer her several weeks of vacation along with her wife, a newly appointed sentry. 

Silence dragged on as Tamlin took his sweet time gathering his things from where they laid on the table, which weren’t much besides the report. Thankfully, there was a rare sort of cool, but pleasant humidity in the air at Dawn court, so Tamlin brought very little in terms of protection against the different court’s climate. Just his baldrick and a thin, leather coat that was embroidered with white roses. 

They were peculiar roses, misshapen and rough, but he loved them all the same. It took a long while to painstakingly stitch them in. Tamlin had tiny scars on his fingertips when he accidentally stabbed himself with the needle. 

Tamlin looked up when he finished gathering his belongings and promptly stilled when his eyes met purple ones. 

Rhysand had moved to the opposite side of the table and was staring him down. His eyes were too open and his smile too wide. 

“I haven’t seen you since the Solstice,” Rhysand mused, before tilting his head to the side. “I hope you haven’t forgotten our little… conversation then.”

Tamlin shrugged before moving to leave, walking leisurely down the long hallway that led to the doors that opened to the meeting room. The sound of a second pair of boots accompanied his, but the others were louder, quicker. 

He reached to open the door before being swiftly interrupted by a hand seizing his wrist. Tamlin let himself be pushed against the wall of the corridor, Rhysand gripping the lapels of his shirt roughly, his face mere inches from his. 

“You really think you can just walk away from this?” He gave Tamlin a small shake, the knuckles on his hands were white. “From all that you’ve done?”

Tamlin could feel Rhysand’s ragged breath on his face. 

Sighing, Tamlin glanced longingly at the doors, he really tried to be early for once. The last meeting he was at, he was… fashionably late. More dire circumstances.  A more worse state of mind. More pain. Maybe next time if he just winnows into the meeting room itself, he can–

“Answer me!” Rhysand shrieked into his ear. Loud. 

Finally, Tamlin relented.

“What did I do?” He asked.

“What did you do?” Rhysand responded incredulously. “What did you do? You know what you did.”

He pressed Tamlin harder against the wall. 

“Tell me what I’ve done, Rhysand.”

“You already know.” He spat out. 

“Probably, but tell me anyway.” 

Rhysand continued to glare at him, biting his lip hard. Tamlin could smell the blood, their noses were almost touching. He could feel that Rhysand's hands were shaking. Perhaps from the force of how hard he was gripping the cloth. 

Perhaps from something else. 

“Tell me,” Tamlin whispered, and Rhysand closed the gap.

[hiemaldesirae]

making the acotar series yuri wouldve fixed it

[ladymidnight-goesforth]

I'm sharing some Castlevania to ACOTAR fan edits I made for the ACOTAR sub a couple years ago. This was my very first try. It has a lot of Alucard in it, so it's not as polished as my second Tamlin attempt, but I thought I'd share it anyway. ❤️

I've said this before, but I really love Alucard's design. He's right between Tamlin and Lucien for me. ❤️