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🍂Elain🍃

𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦, 𝘴𝘩𝘦

𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘺, 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨

𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘴, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘵𝘴

𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘴. 𝘐 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘱𝘵

𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘦

𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘣𝘦𝘥, 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨

𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴

𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥

𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴

𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘴. 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵

𝘐 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨

𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘥𝘴

𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵

𝘐 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨

𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘮. 𝘉𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨

𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘥𝘰𝘻𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴

𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳.

- 𝘚𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐𝘯 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵, 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘖𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳

When I first saw efellana_illustrations beautiful, whimsical artwork, I knew I needed to see Elain in their style. They were so wonderful to work with, and I’m so happy with how this piece turned out💕 I think that this poem by Mary Oliver goes so well with this artwork, and Elain as a character in general, so I had to include it. Personally, I think Elain deserves to spend more time frolicking through the woods, getting up to all sorts of witchy business, talking with the birds, and gazing into mysterious golden orbs.

Art by efellana_illustrations on Instagram, commissioned by me 🫶🏻

Please do not repost

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I am going to rip my sinuses out of my face if my allergies don’t let up. 🙃

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you just hate the cis because of the things that they did

I hate the cis because it is led by the treacherous count dooku

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*whispers* cricket and froggy braiding Lucien’s hair

*whispers* that’s perfect.

“Hold still Papa,” Lucien felt a sharp tug on the crown of his head as his eldest daughter yanked a strand into a braid.

“My apologies, Cricket,” he stifled a laugh as he sat on the blanket patiently. A cool breeze ruffled the sea grass along the beach of their Day Court home, the white sand feeling cool along his toes as he stared out onto a clear blue sea.

“You just got lots of hair,” Cricket huffed. Lucien could see her face clearly in his head. Her auburn brows drawn inward, freckled nose wrinkled, and her tongue peeking out of the corner of her mouth in concentration. An expression she had been making since she was a baby, as she puzzled out problems.

“You’ve got more than me,” Lucien teased as he felt little fingers crossing his hair. “And it’s a birds nest.”

“No, it’s not! I brush it!” Cricket objected as Lucien listened to her giggle, still one of his favorite sounds in the world.

Another set of soft and quick steps sounded behind him as a small pair of arms latched onto his neck, and his face was assaulted with a wet, sloppy kiss.

His youngest daughter stared back up at him, her brown eyes wide as dinner plates. Her round and angelic face had a twinge of guilt as she stared at Lucien expectantly.

“Aren’t you supposed to be napping, Froggy?” Cricket said loudly. Lucien stifled another laugh at the nickname Cricket had bestowed upon her sister at birth. It was only fair, he thought, he had saddled Cricket with her nickname after all.

“No, no nap.” Froggy squeaked as she nuzzled into Lucien’s chest.

“Where’s Mama?” He asked as he planted a kiss on her soft, golden hair. “Did you sneak out of bed?

“Shhh, Mama sleeping.” Froggy raised a chubby finger to her lips.

Lucien shifted his legs and tightened his grip on Froggy. “Mama will be very worried if she wakes up and you’re not there. We’ll head back to the house,”

Another weight along his shoulders pushed him back onto the blanket, as the feeling of gripping toes and fingers ran up his back. Cricket’s russet eyes popped into his view upside down, as she leaned over his head.

“I’m not done braiding your hair yet.” she said in her no nonsense manner that seemed to be reserved only for mischief.

“We can finish up in a bit.”

“But I’m almost done now,” Another soft tug at the nape of his neck had him planted firmly back on the blanket. “Come help me, Froggy.” Cricket commanded. Froggy scrambled up off Lucien’s lap, loyally joining her sister at his hair.

It was one thing that Lucien and Elain had a child so quickly, and it was another to have two fae children so close in age. The pride and love that welled up in his chest as he savored the giggles and whispers of his girls behind him never got old.

“All done!” Cricket declared, flopping down on the sand next to him, snuggling up to him as she kissed the old scars down his face. Another small thump and a squeaky, “All done, Papa!” confirmed his hair trouble over as Froggy climbed back onto Lucien’s lap.

“How does my hair look?” he asked as he clutched each of his daughters close, “Better than Grandfather’s?”

“Oh, yes.” Froggy squealed while Cricket nodded. “I’ve been practicing.” She said with a small nod that reminded Lucien of Elain.

“I love it.” He assured them with a kiss on their cheeks. Cricket’s honeysuckle scent and Froggy’s soft iris mixed with the sea breeze that skimmed along the white foam waves.

They could head back up to the house in a while, Lucien decided. He could savor the time with his girls just a little longer.

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*whispers* cricket and froggy braiding Lucien’s hair

*whispers* that’s perfect.

“Hold still Papa,” Lucien felt a sharp tug on the crown of his head as his eldest daughter yanked a strand into a braid.

“My apologies, Cricket,” he stifled a laugh as he sat on the blanket patiently. A cool breeze ruffled the sea grass along the beach of their Day Court home, the white sand feeling cool along his toes as he stared out onto a clear blue sea.

“You just got lots of hair,” Cricket huffed. Lucien could see her face clearly in his head. Her auburn brows drawn inward, freckled nose wrinkled, and her tongue peeking out of the corner of her mouth in concentration. An expression she had been making since she was a baby, as she puzzled out problems.

“You’ve got more than me,” Lucien teased as he felt little fingers crossing his hair. “And it’s a birds nest.”

“No, it’s not! I brush it!” Cricket objected as Lucien listened to her giggle, still one of his favorite sounds in the world.

Another set of soft and quick steps sounded behind him as a small pair of arms latched onto his neck, and his face was assaulted with a wet, sloppy kiss.

His youngest daughter stared back up at him, her brown eyes wide as dinner plates. Her round and angelic face had a twinge of guilt as she stared at Lucien expectantly.

“Aren’t you supposed to be napping, Froggy?” Cricket said loudly. Lucien stifled another laugh at the nickname Cricket had bestowed upon her sister at birth. It was only fair, he thought, he had saddled Cricket with her nickname after all.

“No, no nap.” Froggy squeaked as she nuzzled into Lucien’s chest.

“Where’s Mama?” He asked as he planted a kiss on her soft, golden hair. “Did you sneak out of bed?

“Shhh, Mama sleeping.” Froggy raised a chubby finger to her lips.

Lucien shifted his legs and tightened his grip on Froggy. “Mama will be very worried if she wakes up and you’re not there. We’ll head back to the house,”

Another weight along his shoulders pushed him back onto the blanket, as the feeling of gripping toes and fingers ran up his back. Cricket’s russet eyes popped into his view upside down, as she leaned over his head.

“I’m not done braiding your hair yet.” she said in her no nonsense manner that seemed to be reserved only for mischief.

“We can finish up in a bit.”

“But I’m almost done now,” Another soft tug at the nape of his neck had him planted firmly back on the blanket. “Come help me, Froggy.” Cricket commanded. Froggy scrambled up off Lucien’s lap, loyally joining her sister at his hair.

It was one thing that Lucien and Elain had a child so quickly, and it was another to have two fae children so close in age. The pride and love that welled up in his chest as he savored the giggles and whispers of his girls behind him never got old.

“All done!” Cricket declared, flopping down on the sand next to him, snuggling up to him as she kissed the old scars down his face. Another small thump and a squeaky, “All done, Papa!” confirmed his hair trouble over as Froggy climbed back onto Lucien’s lap.

“How does my hair look?” he asked as he clutched each of his daughters close, “Better than Grandfather’s?”

“Oh, yes.” Froggy squealed while Cricket nodded. “I’ve been practicing.” She said with a small nod that reminded Lucien of Elain.

“I love it.” He assured them with a kiss on their cheeks. Cricket’s honeysuckle scent and Froggy’s soft iris mixed with the sea breeze that skimmed along the white foam waves.

They could head back up to the house in a while, Lucien decided. He could savor the time with his girls just a little longer.

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Inspired by a post from @stargirlie25 about Elain flower braiding Lucien's hair. I just had to!!

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I also wrote another LoAxHelion fic: Beyond!

Do you know of any LOA x Helion fanfic? I don’t know where to look so I thought I’d ask you 😂

Sorry it took me so long to respond-these take me a hot second to put together

A Court of Blood and Lies by huff18 :

When Lucien overhears a conversation between Eris and Rhys, he disappears to the Autumn Court, not telling anyone where he is going.

A week later, the Lady of Autumn appears in the Day Court begging the High Lord, Helion, for sanctuary and to help her save her son.

As old buried feelings and secrets are dug up, relationships between the Courts reach a boiling point, meanwhile, Lucien tries to hold on as a prisoner in a Court that has no incentive to keep him unharmed now that the truth is out.

Forever The Name On My Lips by @ablogofsapphicpanic :

I was sent a prompt on tumblr from Taylor Swift lyrics “I never thought we’d have a last kiss” for Helion and LoA so here it is!

What Freedom Feels Like by @fieldofdaisiies:

Helion shows his mate what freedom really feels like

With My Fingers Burned, I Start Anew by @areyoudreaminof:

The Lady of Autumn has been many things, but she has forgotten who she used to be. A dream and two important visitors remind her.

What I Never Knew I Always Wanted by TheaterQueen:

It had been a long day and all Helion was looking forward to was laying in bed with his mate for the rest of the night, allowing for her presence and comfort to lull him to sleep. Those plans changed when he entered his bedchamber and found his darling, Aluriea with one of her boys. 

Meet Me On the Equinox by ilya_halfelven:

In 'A Court of Wings and Ruin', Mor mentions the Lady of Autumn meeting Helion at an Equinox Ball the year before she was married to Beron at her parents' behest. This is my take on that first meeting and what happened during the ball.

The Emissary by @spell-cleavers:

The (former) Lady of Autumn pays a visit to the Day Court.

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I love overpaying for vaseline, first of all-

You do you, boo.

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Oh look, it’s @separatist-apologist the person who’s probably solely responsible for me being here! And I’m pretty sure she’s responsible for a lot of people coming here into the fandom. She opened a lot of doors for me.

Just the amount of encouragement, friendship, and overall awesomeness from MB whether it be from my writing, to life is something I will be forever grateful for.

Creator Highlight #4 - @separatist-apologist

Welcome back to Elucien Creator Highlights!! We want to take a moment to recognize the amazing individuals in our fandom who kindly use up so much of their freetime and creative energy to share their work with us!

It was only a matter of time before we turned a spotlight @separatist-apologist. She is such an integral part of this community, as both a prominent creator, a friend to many, and an organizer of countless fandom events!

We want to thank you for all of the time and effort you've spent over the years to make this community feel like a fun, welcoming space for everyone to enjoy. And we also want to thank you for all of the Elucien content you've shared over the years.

Separatist-Apologist has written 52 Elucien fics which altogether comprise almost 2 million words! That's a lot of Elucien content, but we've picked out a few of our favorites to get you started!

Call It What You Want To -  Realizing Elain is looking for something more, Helion offers her an opportunity she can't pass up and a reason for Lucien to stick around for longer than a day. Helion has more up his sleeve than just a little matchmaking, and his actions have far reaching consequences for everyone in Pyrthian.

Right Where You Left Me - Six years after leaving his hometown for good, Lucien Vanserra returns to bury his father. Upon arrival, he realizes he left more behind than just bad memories.

Wonderland - In a kingdom where a Maiden is forced to be sacrificed to appease the monster in the woods, Elain Archeron is chosen out of spite by her spurned suitor, Graysen. Trapped in a tower with her beast, Elain must unravel if she can truly trust the monster promising not to hurt. She doesn't know he's freed every maiden he's ever been sent...but her? Her, he intends to keep.

You can also take this quiz to find a Separatist-Apologist fic that's perfect for you, or find even more amazing content on her masterlist!

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She needed him, more than the air she breathed, and that terrified her.

Kissing is so hard to draw for me! But have this Elucien kiss! I cannot WAIT for their book! So excited!!

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Awake, Arise, or Be Forever Fall'n: A Demon Azris Playlist

Have you all read @iftheshoef1tz Azris fic what hath night to do with sleep??? Set in Berlin in 1968? I love it so much, I made it a playlist.

I researched popular music in Berlin at the time, which was mostly lots of jazz, and I decided to add some psychedelic rock that was gaining traction. Enjoy, and please go read the fic!

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I finally, FINALLY, got a new laptop. My old one began to die around October. Now I can update and write my fics more frequently.

it's over for you bitches.

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@nestaarcheronweek | Day 05: Wolf

I've tasted blood and it is sweet

I've had the rug pulled beneath my feet

I've trusted lies and trusted men

Broke down and put myself back together again

Stared in the mirror and punched it to shatters

Collected the pieces and picked out a dagger

I've pinched my skin in between my two fingers

And wished I could cut some parts off with some scissors

[...]

I'm no sweet dream, but I'm a hell of a night

That I'm no sweet dream, but I'm a hell of a night

No, I won't smile, but I'll show you my teeth

And I'ma let you speak if you just let me breathe

I've been polite, but won't be caught dead

Lettin' a man tell me what I should do in my bed

Keep my exes in check in my basement

'Cause kindness is weakness, or worse, you're complacent

I could play nice or I could be a bully

I'm tired and angry, but somebody should be

- Nightmare, by Halsey

In Silver Flames Cassian thinks Nesta was "a wolf who had never learned how to be a wolf, thanks to that cage humans called propriety and society. And like any maltreated animal, she bit anyone who came near", and I loved seeing Nesta finally getting out of that cage and becoming her true self in this book.

Thank you @/searland_art for bringing this stunning art to life! 

Art by: @/searland_art

Commissioned by: @melphss

Characters belongs to: Sarah J. Maas

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You didn't ask what I was doing tonight but I'm telling you anyway

Babe, you are playing no one but yourself.

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Working on a fun little exercise with my real life friends @striving4mikey and @bunburyahoy we gave each other an emotion and we write.

Now tell me why my crazy ass got a nice and normal emotion and my lizard brain came up with the most unhinged idea for it???

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we’re making it to 1k with this one 💯