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I have a difficult situation in my life and I feel very bad, in connection with which the question is - what to draw? I have two ideas. You decide, I use this instead of psychotherapy
I've been sick for so long that I forgot about this survey (*/_＼)
I had an idea and two arts. I still haven't decided which one I like better
Lucien, beautiful sunbeam! This is stunning!!
Meetings are boring, and being a High Lord is exhausting. Let's get out of here, and do something fun.
Sometimes sketching on paper is still easier. And you know I can't resist drawing more Tamcien. I worry this obsession is getting out of hand.
I’ve decided to redesign the way I draw Lucien! Lately I’ve been feeling like my art style is not as consistent as I’d like it to be, so this was great practice — and Lucien is an excellent model.
Stay tuned for Eris & the Bat Boys! Please do not repost.
I was thinking about holding this until Lucien week, but I just can't wait that long!
I have a head canon that as the son of a High Lord, Lucien would have been expected to take music lessons. He never got very good, but it was enough to pass his classes.
Once Tamlin found out Lucien could play an instrument, he begs him every summer solstice to get his recorder out and play with him. And even though Lucien hates the damn thing, he always gives in because he loves how happy it makes Tamlin.
Colors are hard! I'm still getting used to drawing digitally, and I was always too scared to use colors on my sketchbooks. But the only way to get better at something is to practice!
everyone in prythian as soon as lucien enters the room
ok I think it’s about time I share my tamcien headcanons considering I’m insane about them.
(fairly platonic if you don’t look too close 😄)
-Always thanking each other for everything (it’s like their own way of saying I love you without actually saying it)
-shoulder pats shoulder pats shoulder pats shoulder pats shoulder pats shoulder pats shoulder pats shoulder pats shoulder pats.
-They enjoy sitting in silence together. The silence between them is never awkward, just comfortable. They simply enjoy each others presence and talking isn’t always necessarily for them.
-They have their own designated nook in the garden that they sit in whenever they can’t sleep at night. On many nights they’ve ended up falling asleep on each others shoulders.
-Tamlin actually talks a lot and nobody ever believes Lucien when he says it.
-Winter solstice is always a hard holiday for them (reminds them of their family) so they usually end the night by drinking a shit ton and then drunkely ranting about their horrible families. They never remember anything they said the next morning.
-They adore camping. It’s their favorite activity to do together when they have the chance to get away from court chaos for a day. Hiking,sight seeing,sleeping in tents (potentially sharing one 😉)—they love it all.
-There’s nothing Lucien loves more than braiding Tamlin’s hair and weaving flowers into it. Tamlin hates it (he’s lying) and says it makes him look immature and childish.Those comments usually have him receiving a smack to the head and more flowers getting shoved into his hair.
-They can read each other’s expression like crazyy. One single look and they know exactly what the other person is thinking. You will sometimes catch them having a conversation with literally just their eyes (they’re so normal).
-They have a secret signal for when they’re in a public setting and they wanna leave and have a moment together.
-Tamlin is very vocal in the sense that he’s always just making noises. Grunting,humming, whistling, sighing—it’s always something with him and Lucien finds it very amusing.He’s also accidentally learned what every noise means.
-Wildly different tastes in alcohol. Tamlin likes everything a little too sweet and Lucien thinks it’s abhorrent. They have an inside joke about Tamlin liking “girly” drinks but being so embarrassed about it.
-Within the context of their friendship specifically, Tamlin’s love language is quality time. He makes an active effort to spend time with Lucien, so much so they’ve ended up attached at the hip. Lucien’s love language is acts of service. He enjoys doing things for Tamlin even if he hadn’t asked. Helping out with his paperwork,taking on some of his minor duties,bringing him tea when he’s working—he’s cute like that.
-It’s important to them to have atleast one meal together everyday .They prefer dinners so they can catch up and have a glass of wine.
-Late night talks in Tamlin’s office <33
I was thinking about this Emily Dickinson poem earlier today.
Heart, we will forget him! You and I, tonight! You may forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light. When you have done, pray tell me That I my thoughts may dim; Haste! lest while you're lagging. I may remember him!
Tell me Tamcien wasn't the first thing you thought of. Imagine poor Tamlin pouring his grief over losing Lucien into angsty poetry.
Do you ever have writings that just don't fit into your completed works, but you still feel like sharing? I have a small conversation between Tamlin and Lucien from my last fanfic, but it didn't quite have a natural place in the work, so I took it out. But I think it could work in the future for a polyamorous story. Enjoy!
"Your mate, but not your lover. What does that mean?” I asked.
Tamlin took a moment to think about how to respond. “Things are different in Spring Court,” he explained. “In spring, the need to mate with the opposite sex and produce offspring is considered a civic duty. Not every faerie is blessed with the ability to have children. But just because you can have children with someone, it doesn’t mean you are forbidden from loving others. Sex and awakening, it’s what spring is, and it’s who we are. Just as autumn is abundance and warmth.”
It was so different from the monogamy of Autumn Court. While childrearing was just as rare in my home kingdom, it was expected that when you found a mate, all your passions were to be confined to them. It was one of the reasons I was so glad to leave.
The final installment of my Tamlin/Lucien slash fic is up on AO3!
I seriously had such a blast writing this, I didn't expect it to be so all consuming in my brain, haha! I've thought about nothing else for the last couple months, and I'm a little sad the journey is over.
But I'm planning on reading the rest of the ACOTAR series, and posting my first impressions here on tumblr. So if you're interested in my thoughts, please follow! The community here has been so fantastic, everyone is so passionate over these stories, it's amazing to be a part of. :)
Here's a sneak peak of the beginning of the chapter!
He was taken aback, unprepared for such a direct confrontation. Avoiding my eyes, he stared at his drink, bowing his head slightly in shame. “I deeply regret last night,” he said. My mouth went dry, and my heart sank into my stomach. There was my answer, plain as day. Even though I’d just told myself I could bear the pain and bury my feelings, I wasn’t expecting the heartbreak to be this excruciating. I felt like I’d just been eviscerated, my guts spilling onto the floor. “I’m so sorry, Lucien,” he said. “It seems these days all I can do is hurt the people I love most.” He tried not to let his self-loathing show. But despite his glamor charms, I could see that he really believed he was only capable of inflicting pain. And it weighed on him heavily. “I was so selfish,” he continued. “I never realized how much of a burden Fire Night was for you. I had fooled myself into thinking that…” he trailed off. “I mean, last night, when… No, let me start over.” He’d never been very good at articulating himself. I said nothing, and waited with bated breath for him to compose his thoughts. “At Calanmai during the ritual, I was able to expel the magick and satisfy the spirits with Feyre. One coupling, and they were gone. It was such a relief, having my power back.” I felt the knife in my heart twist with his words. “But after the festival ended, we retreated to our bed. I laid next to her and I felt nothing. Only crushing emptiness, like a part of me was missing. It took me almost until dawn to understand what it was.” He finally raised his eyes to meet mine. “I realized that there was really only one person I wanted to share Fire Night with.” My breath caught in my throat. I looked at him in disbelief, too stunned to respond. “You deserved so much better than what I offered,” he finished.
Thank you again to everyone for your support! It means the world to me!
I really struggled to choose a section of this chapter to show as a preview! But I settled for this precious moment between Tamlin and Lucien.
Be ready for a limerick battle with Tamlin! I always found it a crying shame that SJM never wrote out any of his witty rhymes, forcing the reader to fill in the blanks. I seriously had SO MUCH FUN writing these, I should try and do more.
“Everyone says you're a master poet,” I pointed out. “I’ve never heard so much as a couplet from you. Aren’t you supposed to be especially good at filthy limericks or something?” “Would you like me to compose a limerick for you?” He perked up. I looked at him expectantly. “Alright then,” he laughed. He pondered for a brief moment before reciting: “There once was a young man named Lucien Who was full of ideas and solutions. They called him sly fox Thinking outside the box, But he fills me with naught but confusion.” I blushed. I wasn’t expecting the limerick to be about me. “It’s lovely.” “Alright, now you go,” he insisted. “What? Me?” “Yes, that’s how we would do it in the war band. Epic limerick battles to test our wits,” he smiled mischievously. He’d written his so quickly, and all in his head. Maybe limericks weren’t that hard to compose.
Read Chapter 1 - 6! The final chapter will be posted on Friday!
Me, writing this chapter:
It's going well, I swear! I'm hoping to post the last chapter this Friday, and I'll post a chapter preview tomorrow! If you're curious, please click the link below and read Chapters 1 - 6!
Let's start with how I felt about the first book: ACOTAR
My general impressions of the first book were that it was alright. I really liked the world building, I love Prythian and the Spring Court, and I want to learn about the other courts. I love the characters, especially Lucien (big surprise) and Amarantha was an alright villain. I feel like she could have been foreshadowed a little more, and the trials made absolutely no sense to me (like, Amarantha already won. What benefit would she have gained from letting Feyre complete the trials? Bad deal, a fae would never.) But otherwise, the ending of Feyre becoming high-fae was satisfying.
My biggest complaint about ACOTAR was that Feyre never accomplished anything on her own. Everything she did was either greatly assisted by another character (Lucien helping her find the suriel, Tamlin getting her away from the puca) or just outright handed to her (Rhys in all the trials basically, and Lady Autumn with the clean up). Like, what is something Feyre does that is accomplished by her alone? Killing Andras, that's pretty much it.
ANYWAY, clearly I liked the book enough to want to keep reading though, so I won't bash SJM too much. If it was really so terrible, I wouldn't keep reading it lol! Again, the world is just so interesting, and I LOVE the Cauldron religion. What is that all about? I really want to know.
I just read through Chapter 5 of ACOMAF, so I'll start cataloguing my first impressions as I go through the book as a first time reader! I hope you find that interesting. I have a lot of thoughts!
I'm posting a little early since I'm traveling tomorrow. Please enjoy, and let me know what you think!
A sneak peak of Chapter 6 of my Tamlin/Lucien slash fic. I'll be posting the chapter on Friday!
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We sat in silence for a while, unsure how to talk to each other. There was so much to say, it was impossible to know where to begin.
“Thank you. For helping me deal with Feyre,” Tamlin broke the silence first. “She can be so stubborn.”
“The understatement of the century,” I mused, taking another sip of my drink. “But you’re welcome.”
“It’s been hard for her. Adjusting to fae life,” he said, offering excuses for her terrible behavior. “In one moment she went from a simple human to not only high fae, but the Lady of Spring, and the savior of Prythian. When we’ve finally gotten rid of the last of Amarantha’s loyalists once and for all, she’ll finally be at ease and I can let her ride off. But there’s no telling how long it could take.”
“Forgive me, Tam, but you’re displaying an awful lot of sympathy for someone who can’t be bothered to offer you any in return. Has she ever tried to see things from your perspective?”
“You haven’t seen her suffer the way I have. She screams herself awake every night from her nightmares. Were it not for my own night terrors, I’d comfort her.” That last statement caught me by surprise.
“Are you having night terrors, Tam?”
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Start from the beginning! Read Chapter 1 - 5 linked below:
I love Andras, even though he has almost no book presence. I feel like I've built him up so much in my head, I really want to know more about him. So I started writing a story focused on him in the years just before he sacrifices himself in the first book. Let me know what you think! Hopefully I can start working on this as my next project. ---------------------------------------------
If Tamlin was a wolf, and Lucien was a fox, then Andras was a dog. A fiercely loyal and protective guardian, he was also full of boundless joy and ceaseless energy that would immediately charm all those in his company. Although he was native to spring, he lacked the refined quality of his peers. His jet black hair was cut in shaggy, uneven locks, and he had no qualms about showing his crooked teeth when he often smiled.
The High Lord’s mutt, people called him. Somehow, Cauldron only knows how, his parents managed to conceive him. His father was a lesser-fae pict and had bewitched the aetherial high-fae beauty that was his mother. Their love was true, but it cost them their lives. Like any child born amongst the fae, the rarity of Andras’ conception demanded that he be allowed to live. But his parents’ cross-breeding had to be punished, and Tamlin’s late father had them sentenced to death. Andras was raised in the war camps as soon as he was weaned.
It was there that he met Tamlin, the then Prince of Spring. Andras wanted to hate him for everything his father had done. But over time, he learned their hatred of the High Lord was a shared one, and Tamiln had suffered just as much abuse, if not more, under his tyranny. Their friendship grew quickly over the years, and after the tragic slaughter of Tamlin’s family the role of high lord fell to him. His first official act as the High Lord of Spring was to appoint Andras as captain of the guard.
Between having a war beast for a high lord and a half-breed for a captain, most of the ranks and courtiers deserted. But a loyal few remained, and they would welcome new members to the court: outcasts and asylum seekers, like Lucien. Spring became known as a haven for anyone who was different. A paradise that was all too short lived. Amarantha cursed them, and year after year passed without any hope of breaking it.
One day, during the final years of the curse’s duration, Andras left to patrol the border of the wall as he often did. He’d come to expect the naga and the martax that tried to poke holes in the wall to break into the human world. It was his duty to dispatch them, and slaughter them on sight. What he didn’t expect to find was a human woman, unconscious in the grass.
He was still miles from the wall, and he knew it was miles thereafter until the nearest human village. But he didn’t need to speculate for long how she arrived in Prythian. Speckled in the grass all around her was a ring of mushrooms: a faerie portal.
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Cross posted to my AO3:
I haven't figured out how/where to post the full nsfw image, so advice is welcome, if you'd like to see the full image! It's hard, since I don't use twitter/X, and that seems to be what most other artists do.
I drew this after finishing chapter five of my Lucien/Tamlin slashfic. Being a Calanmai fic, they should have masks on and be covered in ritual paint, but I'm not that confident in my artistic ability, and was afraid of covering up/ruining what I was already really happy with!
One of these days I'll get a digital art pad so I can be free to make more mistakes without jeopardizing what I've already done. For now, it's just good ol' pencil and paper.
Sexual themes
