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callaneart · 8 months
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independent / puppet
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heartorbit · 3 months
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just how can i protect your smile?
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birdricks · 4 months
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the final phrase of my last sentence / hangs in the air, sounding stupider and stupider
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tamlinfairchild · 12 days
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I loved and I loved and I lost you.
Tamlin's pov. ACOWAR Chapter 77. ( SJM could only spare less than 200 words for this part, revealing absolutely nothing of Tamlin's feelings because otherwise, god forbid, the reader might end up liking him! )
For @tamlinweek Day 7 - Free Day.
Tamlin did not resist when the magic summoned him. He knew it already, he could feel it. A life was lost, and not just any life but one of a High Lord. He didn't let himself think about who it was that had died. Any life lost mattered the same, or he told himself that. Even if the man who had taken everything from him had died, he wouldn't feel differently than if it was any other High Lord. Or would he? Would seeing him dead really give him a sense of vindication? Victory? He didn't want to dwell on the thought.
When he winnowed to where the High Lords had gathered, their palms held out, he was quick to realize what was going on. And to see that it was, indeed, Rhysand who had died. But that feeling of victory he had half expected? It was nowhere to be found. Unfortunately, it seemed, while the anger he felt was fierce and chewed at his very soul, he did not gain any vindictive pleasure from seeing the loss of a life. His death brought nothing back after all, didn't calm the fury in his veins. Perhaps it was a good thing that he was not vicious enough to laugh at the lifeless form which Feyre held.
Feyre.
His attention moved from Rhysand to her, his heart aching on seeing her bloodshot eyes. She was sobbing as she held him. Even after how she had betrayed him, he couldn't bear to see her in pain. And this pain? He knew exactly what it was. This was a sight far too familiar, he had been in this exact situation, holding her in his arms and being ready to do anything to get her back. The memories seemed like it was from a different life, before his heart was crushed into a million pieces.
Did she think she was acquainted with pain? Did she know of all the days he'd spent in vain? Fighting for her return Only for the tables to turn When she had nothing more to gain
“Please.”
Her pleading words stirred something in his heart. He hated that it did. It always did. He glanced between her and Rhysand, his face carefully masked. He had pleaded for her life the same way before, and yet, here she was, pleading another's life. And not just any other man, but Rhysand. After everything he had done to her, it baffled him how she could love him. He was still half convinced that Rhysand had manipulated her mind into loving him. But if he was dead and she still loved him...?
This wasn't how it was supposed to be. She was supposed to love Tamlin and hate Rhysand, not the other way around.
She had once told him she was all thorns. Thorns he had sworn to himself that he would love with his whole heart, whatever it took. And he had kept that promise. Loving her even when she was strangling him with her crown of thorns, tearing into his heart and relishing in all the ways he bled. She had however, made no promises of the sort. Promises didn't seem to matter to her anyway.
“Please, I will—I will give you anything—”
It was an effort not to laugh but he managed, and that was as well because he was sure his laughter would have sounded nothing short of maniacal. It was like a switch had flipped inside him and he could feel something vengeful within him.
Oh, what could he possibly ask her? The options were endless. Perhaps he could ask for a week with him every month for eternity, it was something she was already used to after all. Or perhaps he could ask for the entirety of the Night Court? A Court in exchange for ruining his seemed fair. Or demand that she admit to his people, what she did to bring his Court down. He could wait around too, after he brought Rhysand back to life. He didn't have to be anywhere very urgently. He could wait to see him wake up, find out what he thinks of the deals he made with his High Lady.
But what was the point? Did he really want to stoop as low as Rhysand had? Stealing Feyre away against her will was something Rhysand could do with no regrets but Tamlin could not stomach it. He couldn't even live with himself when he had brought her to Spring against her will as a human, and that was when so much else had been at stake. He couldn't force her to live with him just out of spite. He wasn't like Rhysand, and he never will be. And yet here he was, considering letting the mate of the woman he loved die.
He wouldn't lose or gain anything. Not from bringing him back to life, not from letting him die. He had nothing to lose.
All he had left was anger.
“Anything,”
And she was asking for it. His anger. His all consuming rage, which was all that kept him going. To give it up, for her, and save her mate's life.
He thought of what would be the consequences if he refused. Maybe he would make enemies? Be called someone with no heart? But how different was that to what it was already? What was one more stain to his already ruined reputation? Maybe if he didn't save Rhysand, he would at least finally be deserving of all the hatred she felt for him.
“Anything.”
He stepped towards her, standing behind her watching her nails dig into his skin, her ear pressed to his chest -- listening for a heartbeat, he supposed. Well, atleast Rhysand had a heart it seemed. He had long thought differently.
For a second, his mind flashed into the past, to the last bargain he had made with her, a kiss to see past fae glamour, the laughter, the lightness, the happiness, the love. As he stood there, looking down at her, he knew there was nothing that could make that feeling come back to him ever again.
But it was a different story for her.
She loved another now, perhaps more than she ever loved him. And maybe, just maybe, if he gave this one thing away for her, the one thing he had left, she would hate him a little lesser.
And so he did.
“Be happy, Feyre.”
Can she understand my surrender Or will I forever remain an offender Will this offering ever suffice Will her heart stay as cold as ice Even though I have given my all to mend her
He slipped his palm out, a tiny bean of light forming there, and with it, all his anger left him, leaving him empty, a husk of a person. He had been that for a while now, but he had nothing to hide behind anymore.
And as soon as he had given her what she wanted, he winnowed away.
It was clearer than ever, there was nothing left for him there. Maybe at another time, he hadn't felt alone in her presence. But now it was her presence, and her heart belonging to another that brought him more loneliness than anything else ever had.
And it hurts like hell.
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coern · 6 months
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If you will stay here with me, I could just keep you from leaving / you could be saved by this feeling noone else knows
alt versions under the cut!!
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(in case you were wondering, the difference between the four is that two are blonde and the other two have pink gradients in the hair)
also if you're down here. reblogs are appreciated over likes..!
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elysiuminfra · 1 year
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WE HELD THE BINDING LIGHTNING
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enjol--taire · 3 months
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A little treat for my girlies to celebrate the Milan as Valjean in London news: My full last performance audio from the NL/BE company
act 1: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1BcBXpgiGVZpsvZhNsKk6xkWf4RiHhXEj/view?usp=drive_link
act 2: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1Mf83XZ5gWuuGE7L--nv7aZkL67_5G5vE/view?usp=drive_link
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skitskatdacat63 · 11 months
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pretty boy
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aspennntree · 23 days
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this song is about him… <- literally a fansong from another fandom
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slumbergoblin · 6 months
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Hello! What's your favourite PMATGA ost ? (Im ready to bet it's Betrayus' theme lmao and honestly? His theme is just awesome)
THAT'S WHAT YOU'D THINK HUH?! BETRAYUS'S THEME BEING MY FAVORITE SONG OUT OF THE ENTIRE SOUNDTRACK FOR THE VIDEO GAMES AND TELEVISION SHOW??!
PAH! FOOLISH FOOL!! MY FAVORITE SONGS FROM THE SERIES ARE LISTED HERE!!!
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heavenknowsffs · 1 year
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HOLY SHIT poland i'm so sorry you lost this gem to whatever that is </3 this one is awesome
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tracle0 · 3 months
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The Spiders Song
After a devastating plague strikes the underground kingdom of Glalis, three questers are selected to retrieve the cure. After four individuals set off, the journey is revealed to be much harder than forewarned, and uncovers more secrets than anyone had expected…
Starring!
Atlas Barnabus:  fierce anti-royalist, the unexpected fourth member of the party. Invites themselves along to retrieve the cure for their sickly boyfriend. Servant to the Spider.
Andrew Peep: prince and heir to the throne of Glalis, volunteered on this adventure. Morbidly obsessed with and anticipating his death at every turn. Magicless.
Dolly Cardinal: royal necromancer and assigned bodyguard to Andy. Takes no shit, quick as a whip, always down to joke until someone is nearly dying. Servant to the Crow.
Samantha Abiodun: assigned healer and navigator on the journey, the only reason no-one dies. Fascinated with societies and cultures and how they all function. Servant to the Axolotl.
Featuring enemies to friends, a patron-based magic system with gods who have no problem getting involved in their servants lives, the exact lengths you would go through to save someone you love, and a funny little ghost.
Tagged under #tss. Comic sans intro post. Some thoughts about worldbuilding. Funny quiz. Sequel post - The Crows Death
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stewyonmolly · 3 months
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merevide · 5 months
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auranunderscore · 3 months
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i just realized i never posted this here!! my friend clatern commissioned to do this art of herself and my sona jamming it out and spending some Quality Time™ together!
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certifiedunicornhater · 7 months
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IT’S A VIOLENT PORNOGRAPHY
CHOKING CHICKS AND SODOMY
THE KIND OF SHIT THAT’S ON YOUR TV
IT’S ON THE TV, TURN OFF YOUR TV
(art blog: @goat-chops )
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