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What the Joker is to Batman is what Rhysand is to Tamlin.

Bruce and Tamlin can live without them but can the same be said for Joker and Rhys?

In a comic run, Batman was murdered and when Joker learned of it, he gave up the life of crime. He had no more reason to do what he does if he doesn't have Batman there to take him down. My boy went to work in the DMV, all mopey.

Who is going to replace Tamlin? Who will Rhysand annoy? He can't find another blonde man who puts up with his bull.

Now, some pictures because why not:

👀Who gets jealous more easily & how obvious are they about it?

oohhh this is tough cause I feel like they both get severely jealous (which I LOVE). Nesta seems to be the one who would separate herself from the situation more and try to play it off and be like “I’m fine…😒” even though she’s clearly NOT fine. I can see Eris being the same way to a certain extent (ya know, family trauma n stuff and having to be careful) but I feel like he would be more obvious about his jealousy, or at least show it more. I also like the idea of fae not really being able to hide those primal instincts/emotions, no matter how hard they try, whereas Nesta spent a majority of her life hiding her true feelings.

make sure to include the pairing(s) you are wanting these questions to be answered for . these should work for poly ships as well as monogamous . feel free to edit these as you see fit .

💕 How did they both realize “oh wait, this is actually love”?

🌹 Who fell harder & who fell first?

🫂 What’s their favorite way to hold each other when words aren’t enough?

🔥 What’s the pettiest thing they’ve ever argued about?

💋 Who says “I love you” first & how?

🌙 Who’s the little spoon & who pretends they hate it but secretly loves it?

💍 Would they ever get married? What would the proposal look like?

🧸 Who still has the very first gift the other ever gave them?

😈 Who is more likely to start chaos “for the vine” & who films it?

🎶 What’s their song - the one that makes them both tear up / grin like idiots?

☕ Who’s the morning person & how do they lure the night owl out of bed?

🛡️ Who jumps in front of danger for the other without thinking?

😳 What’s the most embarrassing thing they’ve walked in on the other doing?

💔 What’s the one fight that almost ended them?

🩹 How do they comfort each other after nightmares?

👀 Who gets jealous more easily & how obvious are they about it?

🍳 Who cooks & who sets off the smoke alarm trying to help?

🧳 If they had to run away together tomorrow, where would they go?

😏 Who is bolder in public (hand-holding, kisses, etc.)?

🌧️ Who steals whose hoodies when it rains?

🎂 How do they celebrate each other’s birthdays?

🖤 What’s the darkest “we’ll never tell anyone” thing they’ve done together?

💌 Who leaves little love notes & where do they hide them?

🛌 Who hogs the blanket & who ends up freezing dramatically?

😴 Who falls asleep first & who watches them with heart-eyes?

🚪 Who’s more likely to say “we’re not leaving this room today”?

🌸 What nickname do they have for each other that would mortify them if others heard?

🎤 Who sings in the shower & who secretly records it for blackmail?

💞 How do they act when one of them is sick?

🩸 Who would literally kill for the other & who would help hide the body?

🌅 Do they go on sunrise / stargazing dates? Which one do they love more?

😤 Who apologizes first after a fight, even if they weren’t wrong?

🧩 What tiny habit of the other do they find unbearably adorable?

🎪 Who plans elaborate surprise dates & who just wants to stay in?

👑 In their relationship, who’s the king / queen & who’s the knight / advisor?

🌪️ What’s the most chaotic thing they’ve done together on pure impulse?

💤 Who has the weirdest sleep-talking lines that the other quotes constantly?

🧡 What color reminds each of them of the other?

🕰️ If they could go back in time, what moment would they relive together?

😶 Who’s terrified of saying “meet my parents” & why?

🍷 Who gets tipsy first & starts spilling embarrassing love confessions?

🌿 Do they want kids/pets/plants together? What do they name them?

🪞 Who takes longer getting ready & who hypes the other up in the mirror?

💥 What’s the biggest risk one of them took for the other that the partner didn’t find out about until much later?

🧣 Who steals the other’s scarf / gloves “on accident” every winter?

🌌 What’s their “we made it through hell” memory they’ll tell their grandkids?

😘 Who kisses the other first thing in the morning, morning breath & all?

🩰 Slow dancing in the kitchen at 3 a.m. - who starts it?

⚓ If one of them had to leave forever, what would they leave behind for the other?

some thoughts have indeed been percolating about them ever since i reblogged this poem a few days ago:

tamlin whose mother seeks to protect him by quashing his “softer” more artistic instincts. her sweet son, her gentle son who cannot be so, not with a father like his, not with two brothers who would have torn him clean from her womb if they knew he would eventually show markers of being heir. no poetry. no lyricism. no sketching. pay attention—stop listening to the wind; it does not sing, and even if it did, you do not hear it. and young tamlin sets his jaw. his chest puffs. his fists ball tight. yes, he says. i do. because his brothers just roughed him up for the same thing. his claws poke out. his magic gusts from him. in that moment, she knows for certain what she had only suspected: tamlin is the heir to spring. and he is soft. and he will get eaten.

she loves her son. her sweet son. her gentle son. that’s why she strips him of it. that’s why she encourages him to swallow his emotions—all of them except his anger, which he can show because it makes him hard and tough and lordly. but that is never quite enough, so that’s why she nudges her husband towards sending him to the war bands once he’s of age. to toughen the boy, her husband sneers like he’s the one to have come up with the idea. to see him hearty and hale. it hurts her. it does. she loves her sweet, gentle son; she loves her memories of him with butterflies on every crook, of him fighting sleep beneath the willow to try to write out its song, of him shyly playing his first composition just for her. but she loves him so much that she does not wish to lose him, and so she lets him go.

tamlin loves his mom just as much. he tries not to listen to the wind; he tries not to think in verse and listen in meter. he puts all of himself into his training with his father’s war band. nothing works. nothing sticks. he is a beast but he is not beastly. they deride him and snicker at him and force him to perform all the most grueling tasks. which he does without complaint—but so much anger beneath. until one day he’s around a campfire and the males around him start a game: who can come up with the filthiest limericks? he does not engage. absolutely refuses. it’s his chance to bond, thrown to him by miach (renascence oc mentioned SORRY) after miach heard him unintentionally singing to himself while polishing armor, and he spits on it. because his mother would be appalled. it isn’t until three nights later when—completely out of the blue—he spits the hottest filthiest bars spring has ever known. there’s a lad, miach snorts. he pours tamlin some mead. tamlin knows companionship.

the more tamlin knows companionship, the better tamlin does in the war band. the other males aren’t any easier on him but they are more patient. more supportive. they only blanch for a few hours when he gets so frustrated as to shift into beast. then they begin strategizing on how best to use him. how best to weaponize him. the lad has brawn—the lad has might; he has no need for finesse. (this is where rhysand’s illyrian training later comes in because it’s his magic and shapeshifting that’s capitalized on, not his combat; this is also why rhysand assumes other courts’ legions are not as well-trained.) but the better tamlin does in the war band, the more disjointed from himself he feels.

all the more distant from his mother.

because the beast is a part of him, but it isn’t all he is. this anger mounts in him. it makes him formidable. it makes him fierce and vicious. and when he’s young, he’s so afraid it will become him. that he will forget the song of spring—forget that he ever loved it, forget why he came to hate hearing it. he thinks it’s just the nature of the beast—but really it’s the parts of himself he was forced to suffocate. then, at some point, the anger does become him. it nestles in like a seed in soil. it sprouts. it delves its roots deep. it barbs itself at others. his mother is proud of it, but he isn’t. he learns to be stoic. he learns to swallow his anger like his other emotions, but his anger has thorns. it never settles clean. it always tears back up and up and up. later, he’ll think it has it will become all he is. it will nearly destroy him.

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@nestaarcheronweek | Day Five: Mother

Ember really looked like she might cry now, especially as she turned back to Nesta and said, “This time with you was a gift, Nesta. It truly was.”

With that, she pulled Nesta to her in a tight embrace, and Bryce could have sworn something like pain and longing crossed Nesta’s expression. Like she hadn’t experienced a mom-hug for a long, long time.

– House of Flame and Shadow, Chapter 100

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For today, @melphss and I commissioned, with our dear friend Lib, an illustration very close to our hearts, of Ember, the wonderful person that she is, ensuring that Nesta knew the gift that simply being with her was and giving her in return a mother’s affection in a hug, something that Nesta clearly missed.

Art by: @lib-arts

Commissioned by: @melphss and @podemechamardek

"the crackling flames I’d painted around Nesta's"

"a queen without a throne."

Feyre cannot say all of this about Nesta in the first couple of chapters only for her to end up with Cassian.

I think they would have been a great couple. Like sure, SJM said that they'd 'tear each other apart and not in a good way' and im like... i don't actually care what SJM has to say on the matter when she paired Nesta with a man who's day got better watching her hurt herself. Like if Cassian is the better option? ....sure.

I think Lucien and Nesta would have been such a phenomenal couple. They can bond over reading and being the sassiest couple in the room and being the most hated people in the room. Like,,, the ic doesn't like either of them and i think they would understand each other so well

i think nesta really would have found her stride with lucien and the band of exiles- creating a space for humans and fae. Lucien could help nesta hold onto the piece of her that is human instead of trying to make her something she isnt.

I like to think about them taking walks and observing and judging other people quietly to themselves. Idk! idk! I just think they'd be so good together you know??