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My very real, very accurate, definitely NOT chaotic SJM male ranking
Rhysand
Azriel, Cassian, Hunt, Ruhn
Aidas
Helion
Kallias, Thesan, Tarquin
The Suriel
Tharion
Bryaxis
Ithan, Baxian, Declan, Tristian
Thanatos, Apollion, and the rest of the Princes of Hel
The Bone Carver
The Middengard Wyrm, Jurian
Lucien, Eris
Kier, Lord Devlon
King of Hybern, Tamlin, Beron
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achaotichuman · 4 months
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We never really see the High lords going out of their own Courts very much? They seem to only go to other territories if it is completely necessary.
So, by all technicalities, Tarquin, Eris and Tamlin have never seen snow.
By all technicalities we could have a cannon compliant scene where they are just staring at this white monster covering the ground and wondering what the fuck it is.
Anyway, I headcanon the three of them would slowly edge closer until they just barely skimmed the surface of the snow with their shoes. Then Tarquin and Tamlin would scream and jump on top of Eris which would cause him to topple over and them all to fall in the snow.
So its just three High lords screaming as they go into pure panic mode and start jumping all over the place until their scrambling to get inside.
And Lucien locks the door, so their stuck out in the horrible, awful, evil snow.
And Kallias just hears three grown men screaming.
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readychilledwine · 3 months
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Fire and Ice
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Summary - y/n Vanserra has always had a sound head on her shoulders. Unless it comes to the High Lord of Winter. Then she is nothing more a puddle of mush under his touch
Warnings - oral (female Receiving), slight mentions of temperature play
A/N - Kallias is slept on. I feel like we're given this unfair view of him due to his... allegations against Rhysand. I would really love a Winter Court Novella 🥺 Hear me out Sarah. Kal and Viv.
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There was one benefit to being an emissary to the Winter court.
Luxurious. Fur. Blankets. And Kallias always made sure his were extra soft. Feeling like gentle carassess on your skin as he laid you on your bare back.
If Eris knew what his twin was up to, where she was, who she was below, he would lose his mind, scream at her, at the Winter High Lord.
You was too lost in his eyes to care, though. Too lost in the feeling of cold hands stimulating your abnormally warm Autumn Court skin to care. Too lost in the soft kisses he placed along your cheekbone, jawline, down your neck.
You prided yourself on being a female constantly in control. Countless lessons from your father's heavy hand, countered by mother's soft voice taught you how to use submission when it was needed as a mask, how to protect yourself.
But under him, under your mate, there was no need for masks or lies. It was just the two of you.
Chills ran down your spine as cool hands ran up your thighs, kisses dipping lower and lower as he murmured soft praises into your skin. You two had loved each other since you were children. Running from your fathers during meetings in favor of playing when you were young, kissing when hormones began flowing, and eventually, as young adults, fucking in an unused broom closet.
It took Amarantha for that bond to snap, though. It was your first visit to Winter for duties, when everything was calm and quiet at a private dinner, just the two of you that Kal had gone as cold as his court and as unmoving as ice. His eyes trailed from his chest to yours, wide and full of question. “Tell me you see it, that you feel it,” you had never heard him plead before, desperation clear in his tone. All you could do was nod when you noticed it.
That glittering thread.
Now it was pulled tight as Kal settled between your legs, growling as he took a teasing lick and then another, bumping that bundle of nerves. Your back arched as he gripped your thighs a little tighter, relishing in the heat of your body fighting the chill of his.
He was done teasing now, lips going to wrap around your clit and sucking lightly as his tongue massaged what must have been an ancient Language gently into you. Your hands shot for his icy hair, pulling as you moaned his name.
It was a delicate dance. Moving between soft sweeping motions with his tongue to harsh sucks that had your nerves shooting heat and pleasure through your body. He hummed as you lost control, warming the room slightly as you pulled at his hair harder.
He always seemed to sense what you wanted, what you needed. A finger ran your folds, collecting wetness before pushing in and beginning to curl gently against that soft spongy spot only Kal could find.
You could feel that tightness forming in your abs as love, lust, and primal need began To flow down the bond. “Kal,” you moaned out softly. “So close.” You felt your walls tighten as a second finger was added, stretching you deliciously as his mouth continued to push and pull on your clit.
It was a sudden rush or pleasure Sent from him as you squeezed his fingers, his mind clearly lost in how you'd feel around his cock as he groaned and growled, vibrating that already over-stimulated set of nerves.
You came screaming his name, hips now locked on the bed by one of his strong arms as he continued his movements, fucking you through the blinding high that caused the hearth to ignite more.
Long planned licks became soft kissed as he slowed down, pulling his fingers out and bringing them to your mouth as he pulled off of you.
“I want you to taste a queen, my sweet snowflake,” his voice was deep, laced with want. “I want you to taste a future high lady.” He smirked as you licked and sucked his fingers. “You have no clue what I'm going to do to you, y/n.”
You whimpered, pulling him closer as he settled between your legs. “Show me.”
And he did.
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sapchat · 14 days
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Ways to add simple little details to Prythian in your stories!
For the Autumn Court this one is basic and many people use it: Males gift their fiancées, wives, mates fox kits as a symbol of their love and good luck with the relationship. To make it sadder, Beron never did this for Lady A, so when Eris found out about this tradition he got his mom one!
For the Dawn Court: Like how the night court Illyrians put the women down, what if the Dawn Court was the opposite and the Peregryn females would put the males down. In the real world male birds are held to a high standard for breeding, I feel like Peregryn instincts would cause this and it just gives more to a story than the females constantly being the abused. Also they’re stomach/side sleepers. I talk more about this below with the night court just to not repeat myself.
Day Court is full of bastards. You can NOT convince me that it isn’t. Helion is laying the fucking pipe like he’s discovered oil. And the reason I feel this is because of @florencemtrash ‘s story “The Shadow and the Inkbird” (also it’s really good go read it if you haven’t) where the MFC is Helions bastard, and meets Lucien and instantly realizes that they’re halfsiblings. And I was like ya know the Day Court is probably like Game of Thrones Dorne. Dorne is know for their bastards almost every persons name in that city is ‘Sand’ because they’re all bastards basically. So I just KNOW that Helion probably has other kids than just Lucien. And everyone in that court is fucking.
Summer Court has mermaids. It’s basic, it’s simple and it’s true. There’s mermaids.
Night Court, listen we already now a lot about the Nigh Court but this pertains to Illyrian’s so I feel it’s different. They’re stomach/side sleepers. They are. You can’t tell me that two massive wing sticking out of your back would allow you to lay on your back. It can’t be comfortable. Like have you ever tried sleeping with like a ponytail/claw clip in? It ain’t nice. Now imagine it with two that sit right beside your shoulder blades and the clips are like 3ft long? Idk how long the base would be but like probably pretty fucking long to allow actual flight capabilities. Also when they sleep on their side they just have their wings straight out, now like laying on one and the other out. They’ve got big ass beds for a reason spread out. (Cassian fully takes up a bed like star fish style just on his stomach. Nesta is sick of it.)
Spring Court, during the Spring Equinox the High Lord chooses someone to dress up and hand out spring gifts to family’s (usually kids). When Tamlin became High Lord he appointed himself to do so. During this time Tamlin also gives many of the less fortunate families something they can later use for the Tithe.
Winter Court puts on a celebration for the children called Three Kings Day. Family’s with children are welcomed to the castle(? Do they have castles…?) and the bakers leave a cake outside the doors of the family, inside the cakes (this is a real thing from Puerto Rico/France/Spain too btw, the cake is called la galette des rois (Kings Cake)) are toys/coins. Whichever children find them get to wear a crown for the day and called Kings/Queens (Kallias started the tradition that all kids get to do this, he’s a softy).
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whitedemon-ladydeath · 4 months
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live laugh love Kallias 🖤❄️
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littlestw01f · 2 months
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MAIN MASTERLIST
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Hello, people of Tumblr, fans of fandoms, I'm new to writing :) (please be nice) constructive criticism welcome, so is cash/credit <3 Writing for ACOTAR right now, wanting to grow to other fandoms
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MAIN SERIES:
ERIS VANSERRA - A Court Of Flames And Darkness (Eris Vanserra x OC)
RHYSAND - Blooming Flowers (Rhysand x OC)
NYX - Meeting in Grey (Nyx x OC)
Character Masterlists:
Rhysand Cassian
Azriel Eris
Lucien Helion
Tarquin Kallias
Thesan Tamlin
Feyre Nesta
Elain Mor
Feyre Appreciation Week 2024
Starfall Week 2024
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rosanna-writer · 2 months
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Fic Recs: Post-Under the Mountain
A collection of fics focused on the fallout when everyone returns home after Amarantha's death. Mind the tags for these fics, and please go leave the authors kudos and comments (and add any of your faves not on this list)!
Feysand
If I Could Hold You For a Minute by @darling-archeron and If I Could Hold You For a Minute by @itsthedoodle are a perfect one-two punch of Feysand angst <3
Delicate by @thesistersarcheron and When The Sky Fades to Blue by @separatist-apologist are some of my FAVORITE canon-divergent fics! Both divert at the moment the bond snaps at the end of the first book.
Rhysand-focused
For Three Months... by @jayfeather323, Homecoming by @temperedink, my friends are with me and I am not afraid by muad_dib, and After the Mountain by ReaderWriterWanderer are all lovely Rhys-focused fics that broke my heart in the best way
After 50 years by fearsparks and When My Brothers Tag Team Me by anon got me in my Bat Boys feels like nothing else
Viviane and Kallias
Upon a Midnight Clear by @bloomingdarkgarden is PEAK friends-to-lovers with a focus on Kallias's return from Under the Mountain
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velidewrites · 1 year
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Moodboard Requests || KALLIAS & VIVIANE
For @moononastring
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mossytrashcan · 5 months
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reuploading because I made it better. vivi for the vivi god @queercontrarian 🤍❄️🦭
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feyres-divorce-lawyer · 6 months
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Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four
Part four, the High Lords and any other stragglers that I didn't want to make a separate post
All fanart done by @/madschofield on Instagram
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illyrian-dreamer · 1 year
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Frozen Flames (Part 1)
Lucien x Reader
Chapter summary: As you make your way through the Forbidden Forest of  Winter Court, you spot a familiar red-headed High Fae searching for a Solstice tree.
Series summary: After fifty years trapped Under the Mountain, you struggle to adjust to your new found freedom as Kallias’s third-in-charge to the Winter Court. 
In an unlikely circumstance, you meet Lucien Vanserra.
As you and Lucien grow closer, dealing with the loss of your mother and trauma from Amarantha’s reign proves harder than you thought. How will you start to trust and love again?
Ok here we go – Lucien series kicking off with Christmas/Solstice vibes because TISS THE SEASON BABY! 🎄
Shout out to @kennedy-brooke for inspiring this story! 💕
I hope you like this meet-cute for our new main character. More parts are being written – comment to join the tag list :) 🦊🍐❄️🔥
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Warnings: Mentions of death, violence and trauma
Word count: 1,859
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The cold air filled your lungs before it hit your cheeks. It didn’t matter that the sun shone above you, it was two days before Solstice in Winter Court – the coldest time of year.
You brushed your hand against the tall pine trees, their scent bringing back memories of your mother. You longed for her presence, to hear her voice call you as your boots dragged through the trail of snow she left behind, just like when you were young. If you closed your eyes, you could almost hear her.
Your eyes shot open. What you heard were footsteps.
Your heart began to pound. It wasn’t a rationale response, but everything had changed since Amarantha’s rule. Instinct had you scaling the tallest tree you could find as you hid on a sturdy branch, drawing your arrow and aiming at the direction of the sound.
A short way down the path, you saw a flash of red. You squinted, trying to focus on the movement. Was it a fox?
A few moments later, you made out the shape of a male. He was High Fae, that you could tell. He wore an emerald coat with black boots and gloves, his bright hair half pulled back from his deep golden skin, the rest of it sprawling against his broad shoulders.
You recognised the male from Under the Mountain. You hadn’t known him during the fifty years you spent trapped there, but remembered his face during Feyre’s trials. You kept your weapon pulled, your eyes stalking him past your arrow as he walked closer towards your hiding spot.
He stopped close by, sizing up a small tree he faced, his back towards where you hid. The male then withdrew a blade from his coat. You pulled at your bow even tighter at the sight of the weapon.
He flexed his arm, pulling the weapon back, readying to swing at the tree. 
Anger flashed in you – how dare he harm the forest. He did not belong here.
“Stop!” you yelled, words escaping you before you could think twice.
The male stopped, spinning around as he searched for you. You could now see a russet eye that sat deep within a long scar whirling as he looked frantically. The eye spotted you before the rest of him, his face now one of shock. Your heart fluttered – you had forgotten how handsome he was.
“Who are you?” you demanded, aiming your arrow at him.
“Who are you?” the male countered, cocking an eyebrow.
You shot an arrow just before his feet. You didn’t want to harm him, but you were not playing games. He had clearly travelled from elsewhere, and you didn't appreciate the threat to your court.
The male didn't flinch, instead he stared at where the arrow stuck to the snow, before looking up at you and smirking. He let his blade drop to the ground, the silver piece sinking into the cold powder. He raised his hands in a calm surrender.
“My name is Lucien. I mean you no harm.”
Right.
“What are you doing here?”
Lucien raised an arm to the pine tree behind him. “I’m here to collect a tree for Solstice.”
You blinked in shock.
“So you travelled to the Forbidden Forest of my court to do so?”
“I heard there is the best crop.” 
You could have rolled your eyes. Tourists.
You huffed, letting go of the branch you perched on and making a graceful landing into the snow.
“There is. But it isn't yours for the taking.”
Lucien’s face was one of mild amusement as he took in the site of you. “And that is worth shooting an arrow for?”
“I would have shot earlier, but I thought you were a fox.”
Your comment was meant to upset him, but Lucien tilted his head back and laughed. “I have been described like that many times,” he admitted.
His demeanour was friendly, relaxed, but you were unconvinced he wasn’t a threat. You sized him up – should you need to escape. The male was a fair bit taller than you, and muscular beneath his coat. You wouldn’t have much chance to outrun him, but you did have your bow and arrow.
“And who might you be?” he asked, eyes boring into your own, the russet one finding its place. You shifted, uncomfortable at the intensity of his gaze.
You eyed his weapon, still sitting in the snow. He would only have to reach for it quickly…
Lucien caught your eye movement, letting out a soft sigh.
“I can assure you I mean no harm.”
“Except to that tree,” you countered.
“I wouldn't have taken you for a conservationist,” he grinned, nodding his head to you fur lined coat.
Prick, you thought, willing your face to stay neutral.
He smiled again, knowing he had landed his point. “Fine. To make amends, I will leave your trees unharmed.”
You pressed your lips and gave a small nod, acknowledging his surrender.
“If you won’t tell me your name, can you tell me what a female as beautiful as yourself is doing wondering this forest alone?”
You glared at his words that were clearly meant to disarm you. You breathed in, cold air filling your lungs. “I’m here to harvest pears.”
Picking pears the night before Winter Solstice Eve had been a tradition between you and your mother.
She would dress you in a heavy coat, wrapping you in knits that she had made as she carried you on her back. When you were old enough, you had been eager to shuffle through the ankle deep powder into the depths of the forest, your mother guiding the way.
In the midst of the thicket laid a charming orchard with rows of pear trees, the branches glistened with melting ice. It was a magical sight, and you would delight in playing in the soft snow while she gathered the fruit.
When you returned home, the smell of stewing pears with cinnamon and vanilla filled your home as your mother boiled and baked all kinds of tarts and jams. It was that smell of the holidays.
“Pears,” Lucien nodded, looking at you with curious amusement. “As in the fruit?”
“Yes,” you said tightly.
Lucien looked around, the rows of pine trees spreading tall and far amongst the blanket of snow. He looked back at you with a smirk, as if you were mad to think you’d find pears, and he was pitying you.
You rolled your eyes in frustration. “There’s a hidden orchard,” you explained.
“Ah.” Lucien raised his eyebrows, as if unconvinced. “May I come with you to this orchard?”
“Of course not.”
Lucien let out a soft chuckle while looking down, his bright hair falling in front of his face.
“So be it,” he waved his hand as he stepped around you, picking up his weapon and making back for the path. “It was a pleasure to meet you, beauty in the snow.”
You turned to watch him walk away, stunned by his wit and charm.
“There is a farm for Solstice trees only a few yards from the city centre,” you called to him, unsure of why you offered that information.
Lucien turned, a smile on his face. “I am grateful.” He gave a courteous bow of his head, something of a practiced High Fae. He made for the path again, and you watched him until you couldn't not see him past the thick of the forest.
What an odd encounter, you thought, making your way to your mothers’ orchard.
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You had stealthily escaped the long corridors of the Winter Castle that morning to make the journey to the orchard. You didn't want to attract the attention of your cousin Kallias or his mate Vivian. While you loved them dearly, this was something you wanted to do in private.
The crisp air flushed your face you made your way through the thicket, your memory uncovering the path with each step. You took a cold, sharp breath in, savouring the way it cooled your lungs. That was one of many things you had missed Under the Mountain – fresh air. You hadn’t had a single breath of it in over fifty years before that human girl Feyre had set you all free.
You thought about her often. Kallias had told you that she now resided in the Night Court with Rhysand. Good for her. You hoped she was able to find happiness, as you were all trying to do.
You made quick work to gather the pears, your sack filled to the brim with glossy green fruit. You took a bite into one as you made your way back through the forest, savouring the juicy sweetness as another memory of your mother bought your hand up to soothe the ache in your chest.
This was your first time celebrating Solstice without her. She had sacrificed herself while trying to hide you when Amarantha’s army attacked.
You were still lived in the cottage with your mother at the time – but as cousin the High Lord of the Winter Court – Amarantha had sought you out. Fighting to protect you against the soldiers that burst into your home was the last thing your mother did, the sound of her scream before her neck was snapped still lived vividly in your mind.
So you had spent fifty years Under the Mountain with Kallias, keeping your head down and doing what it took to survive. You mourned your mother in silence, unwilling to let Amarantha delight in your heart break. Instead, you did your best to not draw attention to yourself. If she knew how broken you were, she’d toy with your sadness for fun, as you had seen her do to others. And if she knew you were a more than just Kallias’s cousin, and were a heavily trained archer, she’d use your skills for her own gain.
Since Amarantha’s fall, Kallias had taken you under his wing, and you found a new home at the Winter Castle, serving duties in his court. ‘Home’ was an understatement, the blue and silver castle stood tall and proud at the edge of the Winter Court village, it’s icy corridors panelled with large glass windows that looked out to the frosty mountains that bordered your court.
You pulled tighter on the heavy sack of pears you lugged on your back, keeping your head down as to go unnoticed as you walked through the village.  
You often had to remind yourself that you were free now – free to stroll the cozy shopfronts of the village, free to visit the bars and taverns and sip mulled wine, free to skate the frozen lake.
But you didn't want to do any of that. However, this tradition – the pear picking – that you would do in your mothers honour.
You finally made it back to your room in the castle, dropping the sack of fruit on your floor as a few of the fruit rolled out. 
As you peeled off your bow and arrow, you couldn't help but think of the red-headed male you had encountered in the forest, ignoring the part of you that hoped to see Lucien again soon.
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Part 2 >>>
Tags: @jazmin2211​ @timecharm​ @itscaitymoore​
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readychilledwine · 13 days
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✨️ACOTAR Thighs✨️
Just Liz giving you her silly thoughts on what her favorite ACOTAR male's thighs look like 💕
Warning - yummy thighs and men ahead.
A/N - The race/skintone of the picked thigh picture does not indicate anything other than the body type I picture when thinking of these characters. Please keep that in mind.
Rhys-
Thanks to @sarawritestories , these are Rhysand's thighs. She thought she was just sending me another attractive professional wrestler, nope. She found Rhysand's thighs. And look! He even has knee pads 💕 extra support and protection for our damaged shadow daddy.
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Cassian-
You already know because I posted this already, but he is now Cassian, and those are most definitely Cassian's rideable thighs.
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Azriel-
Azriel had slutty thigh muscles, but not as ripped as Cassian or Rhys. He's more trimmed down to maintain speed and stealth mode.
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Helion-
These are the thighs of legend that your mother told you to stay away from. 🥴🥴🥴
(Ps - I do not watch rugby that often, I picked on vibes alone. Please don't laugh at me)
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Tamlin-
Chest so hard you can Crack a nut on it, and yummy thighs to match
(Plus the birkenstocks scream Tamtam)
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Lucien-
I still stand by this. All of it. Replace the blonde with ginger hair, make him a bit more tan, boom, Lucien's body.
@thelov3lybookworm will let me know if I'm close. He is her husband after all 💕
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Eris-
Brock O'Hurn doesn't bless us with his legs very often, but when he does, it's delicious. That's how I imagine Eris's thighs are. A yummy surprise wrapped in fine fabrics
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Tarquin-
It's only fitting to picture Tarquin with an Olympic swimmer's body
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Jurian-
Jurian (when he isn't busy being an eyeball) totally has thickem thighs. It's all the work he does as a general coming through.
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Kallias-
Kallias is slept on. He 100% has thighs and a dump truck to match. He'd have to in order to pull Viv. Think baseball guy legs 🫠
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achaotichuman · 5 months
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What do you think is the reaction of everyone that saw Tamlin's Female form for the first time? Shock? Disgusted? Proud? In awe? Curiosity?
This is one I've been thinking about!!!!
We'll start with Lucien. Lucien would've been insistent about seeing her in female form. He would've dragged her out to go shopping. Hyped her up with cheering and whistles. Helped to teach her how to put on corsets (since professional bodice ripper Lucien would know his way around a corset). Lucien would be Tamlin's biggest supporter. And definitely would daydream about her, would've already been daydreaming about Tamlin in male form, but female form? Corsets and dresses to rip off? My man would be swooning.
Now Andras. Andras would be the biggest supporter second only to Lucien. He would immediately put himself into the overprotective brother/bodyguard role and anyone who dares talk smack about his High lady would get a beating so bad Azriel would look the other.
Rhysand wouldn't know how to react. He would probably taunt Tamlin for not believing High ladies could exist when she is in female form. He would most likely observe Tam really closely and accidently come across as leering. He might ask uncomfortable questions not realizing they're making Tamlin uncomfortable. Ultimately, I think he would secretly decide Tamlin is smoking hot and if this was before he met Feyre, he would be jumping all over her.
Eris would be super supportive. He himself experiments with crossdressing so he would most likely steal some of Tamlin's dresses and would recommend different places to shop. He would join Lucien and Tam on their outings.
Tarquin is in love. Tamlin just has that effect. Tar would accept her immediately and would be trying not to blush whenever Tam gets close. Lucien would be really jealous and hold Tamlin whenever he gets the chance around Tarquin, just so the Summer Lord knows to back off. I think it would just be a little crush that Tarquin would eventually get over, but overall he is always there is Tam needs to vent, he's a great friend.
Cressida sees Tamlin, squints, looks her up and down, tells her to give her a spin. Tamlin's spins, her skirts flaring out, Cressida looks her up and down again and says, "damn looking good, Spring." Tamlin is left blushing and giggling for the rest of the day.
Viviane grabs Tamlin's hands and starts gushing about all the places they could go. The parties they could throw. She's already planning girls night. Poor Tamlin who isn't incredibly social is mentally preparing to be dragged into a lot of parties. Viviane helps Tamlin to explore her femineity and build up the courage to appear in Court as a woman.
Alis is proud of her. Alis used to catch Tamlin admiring her mother's dresses, she knew she had a fascination for things considered 'girly' or feminine. Alis knew, she was waiting for when Tamlin would finally have the confidence to go into the world as a woman.
The Lady of Autumn admires her, she respects the bravery it takes to go out into Prythian and face the world as someone who directly challenges the gender construct. Mama Autumn has a lot of respect for Tamlin, she hopes she won't face much backlash from the citizens of Prythian.
Cassian is a little confused. Especially when Tamlin shifts between genders, he is very taken aback when he sees Tamlin for the first time. It takes him a while to understand that depending on what form Tamlin is in will change what pronouns she is using, but he tries his best.
Azriel thought Tamlin was Morrigan when he first saw her. Then when he realized she was in fact not Morrigan he tried to hook up with her. When he was told that she was Tamlin, he did not make eye contact with anyone for the rest of the night, Tamlin and Lucien mocked him relentlessly.
Morrigan didn't really care at first. The LGBTQIA+ in her was celebrating that this was a monumental step forward for people like her. But overall she didn't care that it was Tamlin. She did get very annoyed when Azriel tried to hookup with Tamlin and has begun to view her as competition.
Helion thought Tamlin was hot as told as much. Lady of Autumn made a 'like father like son' comment. Lucien's face was red as his hair at that comment.
Thesan just gave her a thumbs up and said, 'Cool dress.'
Kallias said he respected Tamlin for having the courage to show who she was and not hide it. He said that Winter would be on her side if any of the other Courts, or other Faery Territories gave her a hard time.
Amren does not care. Amren does not know Tamlin is there half the time.
Varian just gave her a thumbs up and said, 'Cool dress.'
Feyre was shocked and taken aback when she saw Tamlin. There was a little hostility from her. Mostly due to the fact she in under the impression that Tamlin is a misogynist and therefore cannot understand why she would want to be in the body of a woman. Ultimately, because of Morrigan's distinction Feyre would not be outright hostile, and I do not believe she would mean to be hostile. But she would not understand it, and it would take a while for her to accept that Tamlin is genderfluid.
There would be backlash in Spring. It would be the Lesser Fae and pixies that would accept Tamlin for who she is and still consider her their leader. But the High Fae would most likely try to rebel, perhaps even try to execute her under the guise of witchcraft. They wouldn't get far as all the surrounding Courts would flood Spring with support and cut out any potential threats to Tamlin's life.
Please feel free to add onto this and add anyone I missed. These were the just the people I thought of off the top of my head. Thank you for the question! Have an amazing day!
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ACoTaR Aesthetics: Kallias, High Lord of the Winter Court
“Remembering,” Kallias said, “doesn’t bring them back, does it?”
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Winter Court ❄
Taglist: @shadowdaddies
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