#tamlin agenda

[queercontrarian]

#'you think you're so funny huh?' yes i do #tamsand #tamsand agenda 2022 #tamlin #rhysand #acotar

[toast-com]

Random Tamlin Headcanon I just thought of:

When he shapeshifts and then shapeshifts back to his High Fae form, he always retains some of the features of his other forms (because beasty Tamlin is everything to me).

#toasty talks #tamlin #tamlin headcanons #my first thought was #tamlin retaining feline features and traits after shapeshifting into a cat #cat boy tamlin agenda 2024

[praetorqueenreyna]

Helloooo

I am officially obsessed with Nyxlin because of you and I want know what are some of your headcanons for them? Like tropes, dates, general vibe etc etc I really want to write about them but want a place to start.

Thank you so much, hope you’re having a great day/night!

OMG WRITING FOR NYXLIN??? I WOULD BE SO HAPPY!!!!

SO one thing that I think is SO fun about nyxlin is that it's a study in opposites and defying expectations. So for me, it's fun to imagine that Nyx is the exact opposite of the super powerful warrior that Rhys and Feyre expected to have: he's slender and weak, with little/no superpowers. I just think that narratively, for Feysand, it's more interesting to have a son like that, AND it makes Nyx more willing to do something transgressive like go after Tamlin.

I also think it's more fun to have both tamsand AND feylin be canon. Tamlin dated both of Nyx's parents and now he's like "jesus fuck WHAT IS IT WITH THESE PEOPLE???" idk Tamlin being grumpy and resistant to it with Nyx being ALL IN is so good to me.

As far as tropes that I like for them: grumpy one/sunshine one (with Tamlin being the grumpy one ofc), and them also being somewhat of a bodyguard/royal relationship (with Nyx not having many powers, Tamlin would be SUPER protective of him). And Tamlin fighting the attraction tooth and nail bc he doesn't want to get sucked into Night Court shenanigans again lmao

#asks #acotar #nyxlin #nyx #tamlin #nyx/tamlin #THE NYXLIN AGENDA IS SPREADING #YESSSSSSS #PLEASE WRITE SOMETHING FOR THEM I'D BE SO HAPPY

[bookishfeylin]

Something something many oppressor x oppressed romances feel ~icky~ to me because the oppressor often views their love interest as the exception, at least at first, to the other ~barbaric~ oppressed people and needs to be taught that oppression is bad but ACOTAR 1 neatly sidesteps this problem that someone with Sarah's track record easily could've fallen into by having the love interest, a wealthy white male royal who comes from a slaveholding family, simply be aware of his privilege and status as a member of the oppressor class and openly discuss regret over said slaveholding family's actions. The oppressed is never burdened with the task of teaching her love interest that her people deserve rights, and so the romance can unfold naturally without any condescending moments requiring Feyre to teach Tamlin and without any "both the slaves and the slave owners were bad" nonsense to make the oppressor feel better about himself and no the vilification of Jurian doesn't count because it didn't factor into their romance at all and only occurred after Feylin had their romantic arc. Compared to the later romance-that-shall-go-unnamed wherein the new love interest claims both sides, the slaves and the slavers, were wrong; the Feylin romance in book 1 is much more palatable. And given the overarching plot of the trilogy is about defeating someone who seeks to bring back slavery, it would make much more sense from a writing standpoint if Feylin was the endgame couple. In this essay, I will--

#i have an agenda #and that is the feylin supremacy agenda #ok but in all seriousness tho the feylin romance at least to me is more palatable than your average oppressor x oppressed romance #because tamlin is aware he's privileged and doesn't need to be taught slavery is bad. one of the many reasons it just WORKS for me #acotar #feylin #pro feylin #tamlin #feyre cursebreaker #feyre archeron

[tcub123]

Blurb 1

During his adventures into the Strange Lands (the Americas of ACOTAR) and mythical corners of the Continent, Tamlin attained exceptional degrees of transformational power, which he concisely classified into two distinct outcomes: Outwardness and Inwardness.

Simply put, Outward transformations refer to alterations that violate the conventional reality, affecting the framework of the world itself. On the other hand, Inward transformations involve modifications that impact those who abide by such a framework.

During his tenure as a High Lord, Tamlin exclusively wielded the strength of the Inward category.

Inwardness is philosophically understood by the Metamorphs as the capacity to transform one into a multitude of creatures, a diverse array of plants, a myriad of interesting shapes and forms, inanimate objects, and even sentient but lifeless entities, all within the bounds of nature.

By adhering to this tradition, one can reproduce an aspect of Spring's primordial magic so long as they grasp the nature of the target they wish to turn into. Failure to follow the intricacies of the target may lead to unforeseen consequences and potential backlash.

In the case of Tamlin, his Chimeric Beast form was a made-up animal originally drawn in crayons, an abnormality that could not have existed in the natural world in the first place. As a result, he would endure heavy punishment in the form of anger befitting his hide, with its effects somewhat reduced by possessing a Heart of Stone. His combat prowess in this form is as stellar as the chimera is fantastical, at the very least, thanks to his strong attunement with the childhood creation.

In the annals of history, ancient High Lords of the Spring Court were reputed to have warped entire physical terrains of Prythian, plucked mountains to make missiles that destroy armies, imparted diseased limbs or parts onto another, as well as turned their enemies into weakened, crippled versions of themselves. However, throughout his reign Tamlin largely underutilized this authority due to his inability to fully accept the High Lordship that the Magic forced upon him, his unfortunate lack of ideation and necessary pursuit of knowledge to tap into the potential, and the mandatory ruthlessness to even begin sparing this kind of usage a thought.

#eldritch! tamlin agenda 2023 because it is quite unhinged #tamlin #acotar fanfiction #acotar ideas #tamlin deserves better #acotar headcanon #spring court deserves better world building #tcub blurb

[ofduskanddreams]

Would you ever consider writing ElainxLucienxTamlin?

I take it you saw my post about them the other night lol. The answer is 500% yes, I would. I think there's incredible potential there and I can already taste the angst, the self-growth, the healing, and the spice.

~oh how I wish that my available free time and energy to write matched the level of my ambition and inspiration~

#my asks #my agenda is: #make #acotar #more #queer #polyamory positivity #elain archeron #lucien spell cleaver #tamlin

[olenvasynyt]

In ACOWAR during the meeting with Kier when he asks for his people to be free of the mountain, Feyre says “You have every comfort, and it’s still not enough?”

She had every comfort at Tamlin’s manor, and it still wasn’t enough for her…

#freethecourtofnightmares2024

One thing that really pisses me off about the Court of Nightmares is how SJM writes it so black and white. The entire court, not just Keir, is evil and conniving. There was a part in ACOWAR where he says he is going to let the CoN go to Velaris but he told all of the vendors and business owners to refuse service to not just Keir, but all of the CoN. And this paints the entire court in this black and white lense.

Not a single person in that court is a dreamer like Mor? She was the only fucking one?

I think there can be a little bit of nuance to the situation where a significant portion of the court is just bad because they have been festering in the dark for so long, but guess who's fault is that?? It's the leader's fault, the one who keeps the court up and running, aka the High Lord, aka Rhys.

Rhys says he wants change. That he wants to show the world that he's good. But he continues to keep the Court of Nightmares up and running, he keeps Keir as herald.

"Oh this court is so awful and sadistic," Feyre thinks as she sits on the throne with a crown on her head and with Rhys holding her hand.

And Rhys says "the Court of Nightmares just rules itself" and sure, I guess that's true, but as High Lord, you have the ability to put a stop to that and pull out the bad weeds. But instead, you keep it running to further your agenda and to keep your evil mask on.

Getting mad at Keir for slutshaming your lover and breaking his arm is not enough. Restricting access to Velaris is not enough. Even telling the Court "you guys are bad >:C " is not fucking enough.

Rhys the most powerful High Lord who killed all of the Illyrian war bands who sided with Amarantha after UTM, yet he can't do the same to the CoN?

Rhys and Feyre and the IC label the entire CoN as evil without trying to find the forgotten dreamers, and they continue to keep the court up and running and making the excuse that "it's too hard" despite their power and influence. It means they don't care. Or that Rhys maybe fucking enjoys it.

It also means that SJM (so far) has no idea what she's doing and can't understand the situation she wrote in her own series.

And this brings me to comparing Nesta being locked up, the CoN and its dreamers being locked up, and Feyre being locked up. Is SJM intending this irony and hypocrisy of the IC? I sure hope so because I swear it's the most obvious comparision ever, but it confuses me because a large majority of the ACOTAR fanbase doesn't get it. "Oh well the CoN is evil! They have to keep them contained and Rhys can't do a whole lot as High Lord because the Court rules itself." And the most frustrating argument: "Nesta was addicted to sex and alcohol, she needed to be rehabilitated! It's for her own good!"

They don't see the irony of how the IC treats Nesta because Tamlin also did what he did for Feyre's own good. It was to protect her, keep her safe. Not saying it was 100% good and right, but why are we not understanding that what the IC did to Nesta was not 100% good and right either?

#anti inner circle #anti rhysand #sjm critical #anti ic #anti sjm #please stop treating the IC as if they're saints #pro nesta #pro tamlin

[tamlinfairchild]

Will never get over how Feyre pushed Tamlin into losing control of his magic for her own agenda and purposefully refused to use her shields to protect herself just to make a show to people that he’s volatile and abusive. It is honestly disgusting because she knows he isn’t in full control of his emotions and she uses that to gain victim points. Imagine using someone’s triggers to push them to the breaking point and acting like that’s an achievement. It’s fucking gross and we are supposed to root for this?

#pro Tamlin #anti acowar #anti Feyre #and ppl act like this is all good mental health rep? #I don’t fucking get this madness

[yaralulu]

You ever think about how rhys and tamlin never mention any past lovers.yeah because they were each others past lovers.The tamsand agenda is so real to me like there’s no heterosexual explanation for their relationship.Tamlin keeping those illyrian knives after 500 years? gay.Rhys regularly visiting tamlin to help him when it is absolutely not part of his job? gay.

With Tamlin, it was more complicated than that. More complicated than I let myself usually dwell on.

This line from acofas ??It should be so easy for rhys to hate tamlin and yet …he doesn’t 🤔.like what is the straight explanation for that .Tamlin and rhys could be the most tragically written star-crossed lovers if sjm only had the balls to do it 🗣️.

#theyre on my mind 24/7 #all their issues would be solved by a quick fuck #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #tamlin acotar #rhys acotar #tamsand #acotar series #acotar headcanons

[bright-side20]

HOFAS SPOILER (concerning the Cauldron)

_First let's go back to Rhys's explanation of the mating bonds:

“What decides it? Who decides it?” Rhys straightened his lapels before plucking an invisible piece of lint from them. “Fate, the Mother, the Cauldron’s swirling eddies …”

It is clearly stated that the bond can be decided by fate, the mother, or the cauldron.

“There is choice. And sometimes, yes—the bond picks poorly. Sometimes, the bond is nothing more than some … preordained guesswork at who will provide the strongest offspring. At its basest level, it’s perhaps only that. Some natural function, not an indication of true, paired souls.” A smile at me—at the rareness, perhaps, of what we had'.…' Many mated pairs will try to make it work, believing the Cauldron selected them for a reason. Only years later will they realize that perhaps the pairing was not ideal in spirit.”

There are bonds only to provide the strongest offspring, like Rhys's parents or Tamlin's parents bond and there are rare bonds of true paired souls like Feysand and Nessian bond.

HOFAS:

The Cauldron was of our world, our heritage. But upon arriving here, the daglan captured it and used their power to twist it. To turn it into something more lethal. No longer a tool of creation, but of destruction.

An explanation by a Daglan:

We gathered our power and imbued these gifts in the Cauldron, so that it would work our will. With this, the treasures were made. And then we connected the essence of the Cauldron to the soul of this world. Destroy the Cauldron and you destroy this world. One cannot exists without another.

The Cauldron was turned by the Daglan to serve their agenda, and they connected it to Prythian in a way that if anyone tries to destroy it, Prythian will be destroyed as well.

_Now, let's get an idea about the Asteri's aka Daglan breeding system:

Celestina only said, “He departs tomorrow. I shall visit his keep next month if there is not … a change in my situation by then.”If she hadn’t gotten pregnant.

Hunt nodded, even as disgust and rage curled through him. The Asteri had ordered this, done this. They’d make Celestina keep going to Ephraim until she was pregnant with the child they wanted her to bear. Another little Archangel for them to mold into a monster.

Doesn't it sound like 'producing strong' offspring, 'natural function'?

What if the Asteri back in Prythian manipulated the cauldron to create mating bonds, knowing the importance of it for the Fae, so they could benefit from their children and manipulate them?

I don't know why antis kept accusing Elriels of spreading misinformation, considering our conclusions are based on what's written in the books.

The Cauldron literally operates under Daglan's system, so it can't be trusted; indeed, it is not a perfect matching system.

_Let's get back to these important scenes:

"If anyone can sense if something is amiss, it’s a mate.”.... “The mating bond. It is a bridge between souls.”

Madja here is clearly addressing the real meeting bond—the one of paired souls.

Lucien:

“There’s a bond—it’s a real thread,” he said, more to himself than us. .... “And I got to Elain’s end of it when she ran off.” “Did you sense anything?” “No—I didn’t have time. I felt her, but …” A blush stained his cheek. Whatever he’d felt, it wasn’t what we were looking for. Even if we had no idea what, precisely, that was.

Lucien murmured to me, eye still fixed on Elain, “Should we—does she need …?”

Azriel :

“She doesn’t need anything,” Azriel answered without so much as looking at Lucien. Elain was staring at the spymaster now—unblinkingly. “We’re the ones who need …” Azriel trailed off. “A seer,” he said, more to himself than us. “The Cauldron made you a seer.”

I think this was foreshadowing. Even though a bond exists between them, Lucien wasn't able to sense the change in Elain, while Azriel managed to discern it.

What if the Cauldron's bond between Lucien and Elain, described as 'a thread tied to a rib,' is what was considered a 'natural function'? Yet, there exists another bond between her and Azriel, 'a bridge between souls,' and they are the true paired souls by the mother or the fate . What if the Cauldron was wrong?

I know the antis argument of that means Lucien is stronger than Az, which is why the Cauldron chose him for Elain. When the bond snapped between them, Azriel was out of power, literally dying. It's another reason the Cauldron might be wrong.

Also, the argument: if the Cauldron is corrupted and loves Elain, then she's a villain.

Duh? Why not consider that even though it's corrupted, it recognized Elain's pure heart and her power, the different kind of strength concentrated in her kindness? If she influenced it, maybe she has the ability to fix the Cauldron, turning it back to its original purpose, a tool of creation, not destruction.

#hofas spoilers #pro elain #pro elriel #elriel supremacy #elriel #elain archeron

[toast-com]

Tamlin writing poems for Tarquin and Eris, and then reading the poems to them.

Tamlin giving them flowers every time he sees either of them.

And Eris and Tarquin returning the favor by spoiling Tamlin to the utmost.

#toasty talks #tartamris #tartamris agenda 2024 #the crackship with synergy #acotar tamlin #acotar tarquin #acotar eris #tarquin x tamlin x eris #would this count as tamlinweek? #tamlin week #tamlin week 2024

[praetorqueenreyna]

chimera, Tamlin/Rhysand fic

Fandom: A Court of Thorns and Roses Series - Sarah J. Maas Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Rhysand/Tamlin (A Court of Thorns and Roses) Additional Tags: Pre-Canon, Fluff and Angst, Lovers To Enemies Summary:

Before they were High Lords and mortal enemies, Tamlin and Rhysand were in love.

“I’m bored.”

Tamlin, to his credit, didn’t so much as flinch at the sudden appearance of Rhysand. He continued to adjust the saddle on his horse, preparing to go for a ride. By all accounts, it should be impossible for Rhysand to have snuck into the Spring Court without detection. And doubly impossible to make it onto the High Lord’s estate without Tamlin’s father knowing about it. But Rhysand was an expert at making the impossible happen.

“Oh?” Tamlin said neutrally, finally glancing over to the Night Court prince. The other male was lounging against the stable door, looking unfairly handsome in his casual attire. His short black hair was rumpled from running his hands through it, a habit that Tamlin was very familiar with. Somehow, he had known that Tamlin would be outside today. His clothing was sturdy cotton as opposed to the expensive silks he usually wore, and his feet were clad in scuffed leather boots.

“Yes. A certain Spring prince hasn’t visited in ages. He’s too busy playing with his horses.” Rhysand pouted, drawing Tamlin’s eye to his plush lips.

(Continue reading on AO3)

#acotar #a court of thorns and roses #tamsand #tamlin #rhysand #tamlin/rhysand #tamlin x rhysand #fanfic #my fic #I HAVE GAY FAIRY BRAINWORMS #pushing my 'short rhys' agenda

[ennawrite]

about to reread acotar with a personal agenda ✅

(taking extensive notes on why i’m not crazy for liking Tamlin more than any member of the IC)

#acotar #acotar critical #inner circle critical #pro tamlin healing arc #pro tamlin #anti inner circle #anti rhysand #anti cassian #anti amren #feysand critical

[sukaaxo]

i never understood how ppl praised rhys for how he treats his court compared to tamlin bcz it makes 0 sense to me how rhys is seen as better?

tamlin treats his entire court like equals. he doesn’t enforce rank and anyone can be anything and all sorts of different fae trudge around his court and mansion. he helps rebuild them, protects them all and requests they help in the war (plus he refused to send them over the wall in the start). the only thing he has is the tithe (tax) which literally EVERY court has. even then he waited 3/4 months after UTM and not doing it for 50 years to request ppl start up again. it’s very blown out of proportion. he helped and buried a fae that didn’t even belong to his court n he immediately accepted lucien into the throng. he pled at the meeting to the other high lords and double crossed hybern multiple times in response to the WAR

rhys has velaris that he treats kindly and that’s it. like he doesn’t care about anything but that little city. the illyrians and hewn city are treated like crap, allowed to continue abusive practices and given no space to grow. he forces them to adhere to his will, blackmails them into fighting for him and then when they literally request to be allowed into velaris and treated better than they are, he does everything in his power to segregate them once more while pretending to be such a nice high lord and let them in. they’re basically the shit on his shoe and the only ‘omg feminist king’ thing he did was make feyre high lady and honestly i think he just did that to spite everyone else. he also was so entitled to believe that at the meeting everyone should just immediately forgive him for hundreds of years of terrorising prythian and the torture he inflicted on them UTM but continue to dig tamlins grave for his own person agenda.

im sorry but i just don’t see it at all. Tarquin for the win

#lucien vanserra #acotar #tamlin #rhys acotar #rhysand #anti feyre #feyre acotar #feyre x tamlin #anti rhysand #night court

[fieldofdaisiies]

Eris x Reader | I See Red

type: smut warning(s): explicit descriptions, oral male receiving, slight display of dominance, very little plot word count: 2.4k words summary: Reader and Eris are from two different courts (Spring and Autumn), you are enemies with benefits. I think the initial idea for this I got from @moonlightazriel and @bubbles-for-all-of-us, so yes, dedicating this to you <3

-all rights reserved-

Missed me, darling?”

You lean against the door behind you, one leg crossed behind the ankle of the other, your hands clasped behind your back when you cock a brow.  “Dream on, Vanserra. Missing you would be the last thing on my agenda.”

Eris finally deigns you a look, sitting atop his throne, pure arrogance and confidence lacing his features.

“I’ll remind you of that when you scream my name, telling me I have the best—“

“I am here for business,” you quickly snap, not wanting him to continue. Well, technically you do want him to continue but you can't let him. You already feel yourself getting wet by the sheer thought of what he has been referring to. Those tender nights, full of heat and passion, love making and fucking, till the early morning hours, after High Lord’s meeting. Once your High Lord has found out about your business with the High Lord of Autumn, he told you to stop. The High Lord of Spring wasn't too keen on inter-courtal…connections. 

“Oh and I thought if you didn’t come here because you missed me, you might have come here to apologise.” You shoot him an incredulous look. Eris sits in a sprawl, leaning backwards, spreading his legs wider. He cocks his head and smirks, giving you a one over. The High Lord brings one hand up to his chin, rubbing over it. “I might consider this dress apology enough.” “What would I have to apologise for?” you snap and push of the door, strolling forward. 

The throne room is empty – Eris has ushered everyone out the moment he saw you arrive because he knew this meeting with you would go one way or the other.

The rather unpleasant option would be you acting up, the two of you fighting like fire dragons, and you most likely humiliating him in front of his people and he was not going to have that, so his staff had to leave first.

Option number two would go into a whole different direction but audience was still not needed. Eris thinks about having you on his lap, on his cock, riding him, fucking as this was often how small disputes between the two of you ended – your sweaty bodies, moving against each other. 

And he really does not need his staff if the quarreling between the two of you ends in that way. 

“For not letting anything know from you after the last meeting?” Eris suggests and cocks his brow, pure arrogance lacing his features. You release air through your nose, glowering at him because he knows exactly why you haven’t reached out to him. Bloody idiot, you think. 

Anger blooms in your chest, making your blood heat up. You were here for business, not to talk with him about anything else. 

“You know exactly why!” Eris releases a mockery noise and purses his lips at you. “Seems like Tamlin has you on a tight leash, huh?” 

You groan under your breath, clenching your jaw. Your hands form fists at your sides and you have to call upon all restraints inside of you to hold back from lunging at him. Also because you have an inkling of what that would lead too. The desire, the tension, the passion, between the two of you is just too strong, too poignant. There is nothing that feels like being with him – nothing can compare to him. One taste of the Autumn fire and you crave it forever, nothing can sat your hunger until you gets a taste of him again. 

Your mouth waters when you have memories flooding your mind, your vision clouding with desire. But you try to channel your anger, making it reach the surface so you can focus on why you are really here. 

“Speaking of Tamlin. He has sent me—“ “Is he not afraid that you will climb into my bed again?” You hold up a hand, making him shut up. “Tamlin wonders why you want to close part of the border to our court.”

Eris taps his foot on the ground, his thumb rubbing over his jaw while he ponders. 

“Border through the Maple Forest,” you press, helping him to think faster.

“I have no intentions to close my border there,” Eris finally says and smiles – his stupid cocky High Lord smile. 

You feel fury blaze through your veins because he is obviously mocking. “Why are the warriors then? Lining the border?”

“Because we have noticed unnatural movement from the sea, we are making sure neither Autumn,” — Eris leans forward, putting stress on the next words he speaks— “nor Spring will be affected by it.”

Oh. You swallow thickly, suddenly embarrassed about having accused him of planning something that could harm Spring or that was strange. He is actually trying to protect Prythian – he is trying to protect the Spring court. 

“Oh,” you breathe, suddenly feeling so small in front of the High Lord, looming over you from his throne. “Sorry.” “You think a simple sorry will do? Did you—“ Eris halts, lifts a slender finger and narrows his eyes on you. “Hold up. Did you and your oh so amazing High Lord accuse me of something illegal? Like me being up to something that could harm you.” You bit down on your lip and give your head a shake. You know he can see right through your lie, but you stand your ground, holding his gaze. “I already said sorry.” “And you think that will suffice?”

“Yes.” “It doesn’t.”

You roll your eyes, internally planning to pierce a dagger right through his heart because he makes your blood boil and every spoken word just fuels this fire more. You wonder how it is possible how hate and desire for one and the same person can be so closely tied together. There is this heat, almost burning you to ashes whenever you just look at him, but then there is the other side of you that just wants to…punch him. In his gut, or his balls, really hard. 

You cock a brow, smirking when you lace your voice in the breathiest whisper possible, knowing it will drive him crazy. And if you have to suffer, he can too. “And what will I have to do to earn your forgiveness, my lord?" Eris grows hard in that moment. He regrets having put on those tight pants that morning, now creating an awful ache in his crotch where his erection presses agains the seam. 

Eris moves one hand over his groin, leaning forward. Oh, he knows your games and he is more than willing to play. Just not your game. His game, where you will do just as he tells you, because he knows you secretly love to be his good girl, love to get praised for doing so well for him. 

“Get on your knees. Crawl to me.” You shoot him an incredulous look to which Eris only cocks his head and arches a brow.

“You want my forgiveness? Then beg for it.”

You draw in a deep breath, holding his heated a gaze. Feral delight spreads over his features.

“Maybe I actually don’t need your forgiveness?”

His eyes narrow in on you when his lips part. “To bad then that my cock is the only one to keep you satisfied, would be a shame if you never find that sort of pleasure again.”

And damn him, but he truly has a point and that only fuels the burning fire of fury more. You bare your teeth at him, letting the fury reach the surface which only makes him want you more. Oh, having you angered, riding his cock, bouncing on him, telling him how much you hate him when he knows it is your sweetest lie. 

“Darling, we both know how much you want me. How much you want me to forgive you. How much you want to beg for my cock.”

The Cauldron have mercy on you and the Mother, oh please, may she look away from your sins. Holding his gaze, you slowly lower yourself to the ground, letting one hand slide forward on the cool marble, your lower lip sucked between your teeth, your back arched, giving him the perfect view down your cleavage and of your ass. Almost in a feline way, you make your way over the ground, loving how his chests heaves with heavy inhales, his eyes darken with desire, and his tongue pokes out, licking one slow, and long stroke over his lower lip. Gods, this tongue and the things it was capable of doing. You turn molten, feeling how your undergarments soak with your arousal. You know he can scent it, can scent how turned on you get by his words, his actions. 

A purr slips through Eris’ lips, his eyes glazed when you come to a stop. Eris’ eyes darken when watches, eyes darkening, as you kneel in front of him, parting his thighs and fitting yourself between his legs. “I hope you will grant me forgiveness after this.”

Eris swallows thickly, chest heaving, shoulders heaving, his mind clouded with desire. 

Trying to keep the excitement from his voice, Eris speaks lowly and says, “We shall see, kitten.”

A sigh parts your lips and you use the chance to trace your tongue over them, wetting them, preparing them for Eris. Freeing his proud and rigid sex you clasp him in both hands, stroking. A bead of liquid has already built up at the tip and you flick your tongue over it, loving how he shudders, how his right leg jerks up. 

Eris groans lowly, an almost primal sound leaving him, when you fully wrap your lips around him, suckling lightly. 

His head lolls back, eyes rolling back in his head. “Fuck!”

You take him deeper, loving how much control your actions give you. He thinks he is in control, oh Mother, you have him fully at your mercy in that moment. 

The High Lord's hands twist into your hair, fingers digging into your scalp, pulling on some strands. You bring a hand up, playing with his sensitive balls and it is the last push he needs. Everything that is on his mind is your hand on me, your lips fastening around his length, you swallowing around him, hollowing your cheeks, taking him deeper – it is all a blur of passion, of desire, hunger and need. 

Your name is a hiss on his lips, his sex twitching and he comes with a shout, hitting the bottom of your mouth, the back of your throat, until his hot release fills your mouth. Eris growls your name when you remove your mouth, swallow, lick over your lips and wipe your hand over your jaw. 

Face glistening with him you grin up at him and it is beyond you how fast he moves. Pinned beneath him on the throne room floor, he makes quick work, shoving your dress up, exposing your sex to the cool air and releasing a delighted growl when he finds you already bare for him. He catches your lip between his teeth before his mouth closer over yours, kissing you in an almost ravishing way. 

Your bodies come together on the floor of the throne room, his body caging yours, him moving inside you, on top of you, loving you tenderly and raw and hungry. 

“Nothing feels like that,” Eris groans, his face dropping to the crook of your shoulder. He sucks on your skin when you wrap your legs around his waist, him filling you so perfectly. 

“Nothing can compare to this. To how you feel. How we feel together.” “Yes.” It is the only thing you can say, every rational thought having left your mind long ago. You feel him all over your, on you, in you, and you hold onto him, knowing it is one of those fleeting moments. One moment that ends way too soon and there might not be another one following. You claw at his skin, nails biting into his hard back, letting him take you on the floor.

You move your lips over his, kissing him deeply, showing him all the emotions and feelings you cannot convey otherwise. Because saying the words….you could never.

It takes a glorious time, as it always does with Eris, until you both are fully spent, collapsing on the cool marble floor next to each other, his arm around you.

“I meant what I said earlier in the heat of the moment,” Eris pants. “Nothing feels like you. It is you and will only ever be you. No female will ever compare to you.”

You turn over, cradling his cheek in one hand, kissing his jaw tenderly. “Nothing feels like you, Eris. It is you and will always be you and nothing compares to that.”

The High Lord hums in delight, the words, his love declaration burning on his tongue, but he does not say anything, enjoys the comfortable silence. On the floor in his throne room. But with you in his arm. No it doesn’t matter where, it is perfection.

“So am I forgiven then?” you ask in a calm, teasing voice. 

Eris chuckles, his chest rumbling. You love this…post sex lightness. It is always easiest between the two of you after some heated rounds in the sheets or…on the floor. And it makes you wonder if you would give it a try…would it always be like that?

“I might another round of convincing,” Eris drawls, kissing your temple. You swat at his chest, laughing loudly. He loves this, loves to see you laugh, freely, with your head tipped back, mouth wide open, eyes squeezed close. 

“Alright, for now you are forgiven. Only until you decide again to show up at my court without fucking underwear on.” “Just for you.”

He smiles to himself, feeling you snuggle closer to him and decides that spending the whole night on the hard, cold floor would totally be worth it as long as it is with you in his arms.  

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[astrababyy]

The very existence of the Inner Circle removes all the nuance from the ACOTAR books.

One of the big things that allows for such nuance in a story is perspective. It’s allowing people to have different thoughts and ideas, mixed in with their own personal experiences to create a complex setting.

Except that this can never happen in the ACOTAR books because every time someone has an opinion or perspective that goes against the Inner Circle, they’re either outright written out of it and contradicted or completely vilified to make all their opinions seemingly irrelevant and ridiculous.

This series refuses to allow any nuance in its story for that reason, and it’s a major factor in why it’s difficult to argue about complexities in this story.

I feel that the High Lord Meeting is a great example of this.

We’re constantly told throughout the books that everyone hates Rhysand because of the mask he wears for the world. Then we finally meet the High Lords and it’s like… it’s not hard at all for them to forgive him for his crimes. Even if he didn’t kill the Winter children, that doesn’t excuse all the other horrible things he did while working for Amarantha. The same thing happens with Tarquin + Feysand’s crimes against him. All it takes is knowing they came to Summer to help him against the attack FEYRE caused for him to rescind the red rubies.

Meanwhile, Tamlin — the guy who took in refugees from their Courts, spent decades sacrificing his sentries’ lives and his own sanity to try and break the curse, and overall just doing whatever he can with the limited power he had — isn’t given a fucking INCH over the Inner Circle. It’s so illogical in the grand scheme of things that the other characters just don’t even have a realistic perspective in all of this. Their characters don’t make any sense to the point that they’re just caricatures meant to further the pro-IC agenda.

#anti sjm #anti acowar #anti acotar #anti inner circle #anti ic #anti feysand #anti rhysand #anti feyre #pro tamlin #tamlin #astrababyy