Day 4 : Hair

Okay I have a fic brewing for today's @tamlinweek prompt biting/chest, but I don't actually know if it'll be ready to post to AO3 by the end of the day, so I figure I'd give a little snippet now!

This fic is Rhysand/Tamlin, past friends to enemies, present strangers to lovers. There's technically an age gap but Rhys worries about it way more than he actually needs to.

I promise my real post for it will be prettier than this haha. But anyways, the clip is below the cut if you'd like to see what's in store!

It’s maybe a little weird. Or a lot. Rhys can't really tell.

It's definitely a little weird that he's at a high school reunion for a class that he was never a student in, but Mor had asked until he relented, and he loves his cousin enough not to make a big deal about it. Plus, it's basically a form of community engagement. Good PR.

And it’s not like he wasn't curious.

(But Rhys supposes he knows what curiosity does to the cat.)

It probably is weird. He should just let it go. Pretend he didn’t even see that flash of pale hair, that once-familiar smile, the eyes that somehow still look green from afar in the dim throwback-to-homecoming lighting. Rhys knows that he’s become a little dry, distracted, and that people will start noticing, but he just can’t stop searching.

Looking for a trace of the boy he knew ten years ago in the man he sees now.

Tamlin looks practically unreal. His hair has gone from sandy, dirty blonde to vibrant, spun gold, practically platinum in some places. It cascades down past his shoulders, wavy and thick, holding none of the country club pretentiousness that his preppy little swoop had back in high school. His shy grin is the same, but the face it decorates is practically foreign. Angular and distinct, high-definition in human form.

When Rhys first met Tamlin, he’d looked like he was growing like a puppy. Linebacker shoulders that he didn’t seem to know how to grow into, a jawline hidden in lingering baby fat that he hadn’t yet grown out of. He’d always moved with a clear cautiousness, like he didn’t know what to do with his size, a kid piloting a teenage body. With the soft roundness of his face and the unsure gait he walked with, he'd almost appeared small despite his height.

Now, it seems like there’s not a part of him that hadn’t stopped growing since Rhys last saw him.

He fills out his sage green dress shirt like it was tailored to display his form in the most accurate way possible without the stitches ripping. He’s thicker than most average men, his chest curved, arms thick, and hell, even his legs show their definition through his light tan pants. He’s very clearly jacked.

It’s understated enough, though, that he doesn’t look crazy or roided out. Just very carefully crafted, like somewhere along the way, he’d turned himself to stone just to reshape his body into the cut he wanted.

His clean-shaven jaw is now entirely visible and perfectly sharp, not too severe. His cheeks have hollowed a bit as well, but not in a way that suggests cosmetic help. Broad shoulders now have the muscle to make up for it, his large hands finally matching the rest of his body, his strapping chest smoothly leading down to a slim waist, creating a figure that simply dominates among regular layfolk.

And he’s tall. Even taller than he’d been when Rhys graduated, towering over his company, easily clearing six feet.

He’s a man now. Practically a whole different person.

But it still feels so weird. That spark of attraction racing along Rhys’ veins, teasing the inside of his mouth, under his tongue.

If they were strangers, he wouldn’t think twice about it. It’s not that big of a difference.

But the fact is, they’re not strangers. They knew each other, once. When Rhys was already awaiting his acceptance letter from Brown, and Tamlin was fourteen.

Nesta Archeron.

Inspired by the art of @charliebowater

For @greenvelvetcouture who set me off with this lovely image.

Also, @vermilionskiinmorning got inspired the same and it's so awesome! Loved seeing how we both approached things! Watching two completely different images emerge from the same place is like magic :)

Watercolour and pen, but you can tell that watercolour scares me and makes my fingers stiff and anxious; try as I might to be free with it like I usually am with charcoal or pastel, I'm so aware that any slip is potentially unforgivable. Boo, loosen up Tess. Also I feel like I might just need to do a lot more layering? I dunno, if anyone's good with watercolours tell me the secrets.

Anyway, a few shots here to show process (because I love seeing other people's) and how the gold behaves. Also, I totally wanted to put him in some mad colours, I bet the boy wears so much pink.

@g00seg1rl @pippsmcgee @greenvelvetcouture @the-darkestminds @jules-writes-stories @fourteentrout @mistandmemories @nus4y @chunkypossum @buffy-vanserra @molcat07 @talibunny30 @neciebee @thesourcabbage @brunetterebel010 @irithiadourden

A lil Danganrompa drawing (because I finished DTHP recently)

ANYWAY Celestia was always my favorite character (SPOILERS NEXT LINE IF YOU HAVENT PLAYED THE GAME)

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Everyone gone? (There wasn't anyone in the first place, what am I talking about 🙃) ANYWAY she was always my fave, I was so sad she died :((( I really thought she would make it to the end, but oh well. Two murders is really something- she wouldn't have gone out any other way (with a BIG statement ;)) And like, nobody really cared about Hifumi and Taka anyways (especially after he first with Mondo's spirit??? Wtf was that about?)

I really thought Yasuhiro was the killer, idk abt you guys (I feel like I knew it was Celeste but just didn't want to admit it to myself 😭😭😭)

She is my girlfriend frfr

Hehe idk I really wanted to give her bright colors ^^ AHGHAGAG I LOVE HER BEING CHIBI

Anyways I love talking for forever

Because like

I don't think many people will see this

So I can just RANT

AGH I LOVE IT (as an introvert)

Anyways chickin nuggets guys

have a good day :)

(Very slay of you if you actually read all that stuff

Have some dino nuggies) ^^

HERE I AM ONCE AGAIN

Lucien really asked her if he got her a moon on a string, would she give him a kiss, and she didn’t jump his bones. Insane. Absolutely bonkers.

I never knew how much I needed this until today

Every time I look back through ACOTAR and the actions Feyre chose I can’t help but think this isn’t her. While this can all be placed on SJM and her horrible writing choices for the plot, book 1 Feyre has changed into the being she hated the first time we met her.

And my favorite theory will continue to be that Feyre is not in control of herself mentally. It’s all Rhysand. That bargain made under the mountain in book one was the beginning of the end for Feyre. And it was a trap that Tamlin and Lucien saw for what it was. But it was too late to save her.

I’d even go so far as to say that Feyre was Tamlin’s mate and that her death and the deal she made with Rhysand altered it so that the universe would believe it was Rhysand who was her mate.

Everything else was just sprinkled in at the right moments and the right times for Rhysand to play the ‘savior’ and pick up the pieces. And when his little puppet pretended that she was being controlled the entire time he genuinely thought she was broken from his spell for that brief moment.

So every little action, degrading outfit, and near death experiences were all a sick and twisted form of revenge against Tamlin. Possibly because they were exes, or for the crimes their fathers committed against each other and the unfortunate demise of Rhysand’s mother and sister.

And the real Feyre is trapped in a prison inside her mind. Watching as everyone and everything is stolen from her. And replaced with people who refuse to disobey their ‘precious high lord.’ A man so wrapped up in his own ego that he doesn’t even bother with 2/3 of his court.

I have been waiting all year to post this.

I've been so tired of all the "Lucien is ugly" and "Lucien isn't hot enough for Elain" rhetoric on the internet. No, he doesn't have black hair, he doesn't have bat wings and lurks in darkness, but that doesn't make him any less hot!

Firey red hair? A facial scar? A golden mechanical eye and a whole ass sexy and flirty personality to boot? YES!! Give me a man who fights against his sexual urges and puts the care of his love interest first. Lucien is beyond sexy, he's dripping with charisma, charm, and personality! I know once we get Elain's book, we will get to hear just how much Lucien's looks makes her knees weak!