it has been a while but me and @highlordofkrypton go again >:} artfight round 2: spring flowers in tammy's hair 🫶 as suggested by @copypastus 💃 we going down the list!

can't draw bees but i can draw pretty princesses mhm mhm

I don't know if I'll draw more, but here's a short comiс (/▿＼ )

The first meeting (Tamlin x OC)

When I arrived and heard thee, that made gape The pine and let thee out

I drew a comic and then went on tumblr and… /sighs heavily/ get away from Tamlin. Why does the entire AKOTAR fandom think he's a monster when there are far worse characters in the book?I don't know, it's beyond comprehension

I decided to make the next chapter of lovely and lonely for Tamlin Week, Day 5: Shapeshifter! Click here to read on AO3, or continue reading below!

@tamlinweek

18 years after the curse

Branches and leaves rushed by on either side of Lucien’s field of view. His paws pounded against the ground, sending up a spray of earth when he made a sharp turn. As a High Fae he was faster, but there was nothing like running as a wolf. His body flexed and loosened, responding instinctively before he even made a conscious decision. At the speed he was going, tripping on a root would send him flying through the air. Luckily, wolves didn’t trip.

He had lost his pursuers after a few switchbacks and wading through the river. His pointed ears flickered, rotating to catch every whisper of the forest. He risked slowing down to a trot, red tongue hanging out of his mouth, panting. His breath steamed up in front of him in the cool morning air. Padding along, he put his nose to the ground and inhaled. He caught the scent of his quarry and took off in that direction. The scent was strong; he was close.

Suddenly, a shape barreled out of the trees from his left and slammed into him. With a yelp, Lucien tumbled head over heels, losing all sense of direction. Before he could come to his senses, his attacker slammed him in the chest with a pair of enormous black paws and howled triumphantly.

Still fancasting Brock O'Hurn as post-ACOWAR, bearded, usually a beast Tamlin. If I mention Tamlin in any fic, this is what he looks like.

The Masque of the Red Death

What was meant as a @tamlinweek preview that just turned into its own extra fic. Though I’ve referenced it in other fics, I’ve never actually written out Lucien’s scarring and the subsequent masquerade, which is what is depicted here. This references other fics I’ve written for the week, and features Lucien, which 5 out of 7 of the pieces I wrote this year do.

Tamlin hadn’t stopped pacing since Lucien had left. Over the centuries as his emissary, there had been many tense meetings—that he had and hadn’t attended with him. There were few who would do anything to hurt Lucien, knowing whose protection he was under. Knowing what that person could do to them. And that he would not hesitate.

It was different now. He no longer held his own power. The person Lucien was meeting would not hesitate—only some long ago fact thst she had desired him gave him the sense that he might have some influence over her. That he could sway her, make her see reason.

It was a desperate thought, but one Lucien had agreed with. Neither had a better idea. And what might face them—they could not simply wait for it. 

But for all that, he could not go himself. He did not trust himself with her. That he would not…react. But Lucien had proven himself countless times over. From the very beginning. Tamlin did not expect a miracle, but—that perhaps Lucien could talk his way into Amarantha forgetting that she held all the cards.

But what had seemed like a sensible plan was madness now. He was surprised he hadn’t worn a hole through the floor to the earth in his waiting for Lucien to return. At this point, it didn’t matter if the meeting was successful—just that he would return. But maybe—maybe—Amarantha would consider.

He had had more ridiculous thoughts.

day 3: Mates

Summary: Y/n is tired of her brother and mate.

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A/n: just some lil fluff for @tamlinweek hehe

enjoyy!!

Y/n wasn't sure whether her ears hurt more or her head.

Timmy tam, tim tam, timbit, tam tam.

I drew this when I got bored waiting yesterday and colored in today to give some life to the drawing.

(17-18/2/25)

For my beautiful princess a beautiful moodboard from the movie the Tale of the Princess Kaguya

Artwork by @geniemillies

Sneak peek #3 for @tamlinweek

Oh, and you rip my ribcage open and devour what's truly yours And our screaming joins in unison, I cry out to the Lord 'Cause if we join our hands in prayer enough To God, I imagine it all starts to sound like applause

-That Unwanted Animal, The Amazing Devil

Sneak peek #2 for @tamlinweek And when that fox howls, I'll howl with it In its cries I'll find an end And when I think I'm fine, you'll visit And then you happen to me, you happen to me all over again

-The Calling, The Amazing Devil

Sneak preview for @tamlinweek

Fret not, dear heart, let not them hear The mutterings of all your fears The fluttering of all your wings Welcome to the storm, I am thunder Welcome to my table, bring your hunger -The Horror and The Wild, The Amazing Devil

A/N: I imagine Spring Court as a beautiful piece of land, an ideal setting for fairy tales and that's why 'fairy tale' is the main topic of the fictions for this year's Tamlin week. There's everything from sweet, naïve romance to retellings, so I hope you will find something that suits your taste

(Btw, it's my first time participating in this event hehe)

Organized by @tamlinweek

Sketching out a very last minute project for @tamlinweek AGHHHH I hope i get it finished in timeeeeee

Second Bloom

A Tamlin POV of Lucien’s early days in the Spring Court.

Lucien leaned back, closing his eyes, and breathed in deeply. “Incredible. I’ll never get used to this.”

     “Maybe in a few decades.”

     “Never.” He fell back until he was against the trunk of the crabapple tree, its pink and white blossoms framing his golden-brown skin, red hair, and green-and-yellow jacket. A vision. Tamlin had never seen someone look so at home in the Spring Court. Whatever pain he was in, for the moment his face was awash in tranquility. Not a mask. Tamlin felt he truly did feel at peace, for a moment. And he wanted that for him. It was just strange to see his Court through someone else’s eyes. Every day was a revelation.

     A blossom came loose, and Lucien stuck out his tongue, letting it rest like a snowflake. After a moment, he closed his mouth around it, chewing it. And a memory was unlocked.

     “My…mother. Used to make jam from the blossoms.”

     “Apple dumplings,” Lucien replied. “In blackberry sauce.”

     “Hmm?”

     “My mother. When I was little…”

     A wind picked up, swaying between them. The blossoms would never fall completely. Buds would not turn to ripening apples. Deep crimson, and green, and pink. Falling to the earth with a soft thud.

     “We can get apples.”

     “No.” Lucien launched himself off the tree trunk with his foot. “I’m ready for something different. Continue the tour. I want to see everything.”