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I swear I had a fun idea for Elucien Week, and now I can't remember it. So if any of you guys could like... read my mind real quick and tell me what it was I'd appreciate it. I didn't tell anyone, and my brain is a scary place so uh good luck but--

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I am very much vibing with this aesthetic. No complaints! Thank you for the tag @chaol-apologist I'm going to tag @loveralbumtv @coffee-goth-princess @monowritestoomuch @irithiadourden No pressure! Have fun!

Pinterest Tag Game !

Go to pinterest, search "your name + core," then post six pictures... and tag six people!

Thankyou for the tag @glowydiaries ✨

I'm tagging: @cowboylikediane @ego94 @evaneds @hotdigitallegend @inafictionalworld + you! 🫶

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Ohhh i want to know about Spring and Sorcery

Okay so! Spring and Sorcery is the working title for my spiritual successor of The Court of Beauty and Bluebells! I'm planning to use it for the Elucien week prompt of Growth, because I just loved Tamlain's friendship in that one! I think it will be fun to explore Spring's influence on Elain's magic! And of course how her relationship with Lucien will look as her magic changes. I do love the idea of Elain's magic taking on something more nature inspired. And maybe seeing how her Sight is influenced by her surroundings!

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WIP Ask Game:

I was tagged by @irithiadourden ❤️‍🔥

Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

So... Why not. I have a WIP or two - Titles all subject to change mind you 😁

To Walk Alone

2. A Court of Sight and Secrecy

3. Spring and Sorcery

4. EN monologue - New Beginnings Idea

Tags! No pressure 💕 @chaol-apologist @theenemiestoloversclub @loveralbumtv (<- Tell us all about the fic you started for me years ago, my dearest.) @coffee-goth-princess

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he grew up so fast

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Thank you so much @nameless-acotar-weekend ! I had so much fun participating!

Masterlist

First of all thank you so much to everyone who participated! This was just supposed to be a silly little event to express my frustration at SJM not naming so many of her characters and going to (honestly kind of ridiculous) lengths to not give them a name, so I'm super happy so many of you resonated with it enough to create something, and give those characters a name, a voice, a face.

Thank you so much! See you again next year, maybe?

Day 1: Significance

All the World's A Stage by @some-sort-of-firefly

Eleni Merel by @fieldofdaisiies

Modern AU Sylas Vanserra by @velidewrites

Raivis Vanserra by @olenvasynyt

Sacrifice by @queercontrarian

Significance - Lady of Spring by @thornsinwinter

The Hollow Women by @acourtofladydeath

What Is My Name by @slytherin-pen

Day 2: Anonymity

Anemones by @themadmorrigan

Blood Brothers by @zenkindoflove

Imala Vanserra by @fieldofdaisiies

Not a World I Know by @some-sort-of-firefly

The Lady of Autumn - Outfits by @olenvasynyt

Day 3: Free Day

Adonto, Captain of the Peregryns by @fourteentrout

Give Your Name To Me by @some-sort-of-firefly

In Silt and Sun by @jules-writes-stories

Kallax Eiran Vanserra by @fieldofdaisiies

like the hungry crow in autumn by @buffy-vanserra

Mama's Boy by @slytherin-pen

Marcel Vanserra by @velidewrites

Nuan's backstory by @shadowqueenjude

Plenty Nights Under Pink Skies by @climbthemountain2020

Regis Vanserra by @mygreendandelion

The Brothers by @secret-third-thing

The flame that tempers steel by @irithiadourden

The LOA by @westrangecollectionkoalaposts

The Mantle by @wrraccountant

The Shadow of You by @queercontrarian

to explain the infinite by @temperedink

Thank you so much for all your submissions! Let me know if I missed any of you - this has been so amazing!

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questions from the woods 🌱

pine 🌲 - what’s something you’ve had since you were a child?

mire 🏞 - how often do you go into nature?

raccoon 🐾 - have you ever accidentally stolen something?

overgrowth 🌿 - what’s a fact about yourself you’ve never had the opportunity to tell?

honeycomb 🐝 - do you want a big family or a small one?

echo 🕳️ - what’s a habit you want to start?

bones 💀 - what’s a hobby that you quit doing? do you miss it?

wind 🌪 - what music do you normally listen to?

crow ❇ - do you have a signature accessory?

sword 🗡️ - is there anything you always carry with you?

lavender 💜 - what’s your favorite smell?

fae 🌠 - what’s a fact about yourself that you don’t know how to explain?

birch 🌳 - what’s something you’re proud of?

mud 🌱 - how do you relax before you go to sleep?

fallen leaves 🍃 - what’s your morning routine like, if you have one?

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It feels like this every time I write a fic

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Dorian, Manon & Abraxos - TOG 🩶 Artist: andieburky

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12 for elucien! 😊😊😊

Thank you for the request @chaol-apologist !! Writing for THIS post! Feel free to send requests!

Candles: an Elucien mini fic Word Count: 913 - The beginning wrote itself and then I remembered candles ;)

Link to AO3

In the human realm, when night fell it was quiet. In the Night Court, it seemed to be the opposite. The city, the court itself, nothing slept here. The relative peace of the day was shattered as fae came to life as the light waned.

Elain had never been as enamoured with the constant night life as her sisters and friends. Starfall was beautiful, but it was all so much. There was no time for quiet, no time to merely exist. Always on the move, and there was always something to do. She felt so tired all the time, but she had to take part. She had seen what happened when you didn’t take part. Nesta still didn’t look at her the same, and the guilt could be suffocating.

She had excused herself early from some of the celebrations, and found herself walking through the streets of Velaris on her own. She turned down dimly lit streets, and avoided any that contained the thrill of celebration.

How Lucien found her, she wasn’t sure. Perhaps he’d felt the building stress she was feeling. She’d heard Feyre and Rhysand talk about the bond, and how they felt one another through it. She’d never tried. She’d always pushed it away, pushed Lucien away. Yet he stayed. At first, like a thorn in her side. But over time, she found herself comforted by his everlasting presence. Especially after her fall out with Nesta. She felt a bit like she had lost everyone to other people. But Lucien stayed.

“I’m sorry I was late,” he told her. His voice cocooned her like a warm autumn breeze, and she had to look away from him. “When I didn’t see you, I thought I’d come to find you.”

A year ago, she would have scolded him for being presumptuous. But she had missed him. She’d caught herself looking out for him in the crowds, unintentionally ignoring Azriel’s attempts to draw her into the fray.

“It’s no matter. You’re here now.”

“Would you like to go somewhere else? I know you don’t like the noise.”

The question startled her. No one else had asked her anything like that, and it showed the depth with which Lucien watched her. With no pressure, he’d merely observed her, and catalogued her likes and dislikes. Without asking, he’d become the person who knew her best. Perhaps that was what the mating bond always should have been. Someone who knew her as much if not better than she knew herself. Someone who would hold her hand when she didn’t know what she was doing.

“I’d like that,” Elain whispered softly. There was no need to whisper, but in the quiet of the streets of Velaris, it felt wrong to break the spell over them.

When Lucien smiled, she felt warm, and when he held his hand out to her, she didn’t hesitate. She slid her hand into his, revelling in a warmth that the Night Court lacked, and she barely noticed when he winnowed them from the city.

She didn’t recognise the small clearing with the cabin in which they landed. A quick glance around told her this was Autumn. The golden trees and quiet breeze just screamed ‘Autumn.’ Screamed… Lucien. She wasn’t quite finished admiring the clearing when she felt his hand at the small of her back, guiding her towards that cabin. It was lit with candles, casting a peaceful, warming glow across the walls. And she couldn’t help but feel more at home in this small cabin, than she ever had in the manors spread across the Night Court.

“It’s Eris’, but he said we could borrow it whenever we liked.”

Had he now?

“How presumptuous,” she replied quietly. Lucien’s responding grin made her heart falter, and she could feel herself giving in by the second. She had to look away, drawing her gaze to the pictures lining the walls. She drifted over to them absentmindedly.

Eris with his dogs. Eris’ dogs alone. Eris and their mother. The Lady of Autumn sitting on a throne of hay and leaves at some kind of harvest festival.

But of course, the one that caught her eye was Eris. He was sitting with a young presumed potential heir of Autumn in his lap. Lucien was laughing at something that had happened, and pointing at a dog towards the foreground of the painting. She wondered who had captured such a moment. She was so enamoured with the picture that she barely noticed Lucien approaching until she felt his warmth at her back.

“I had no idea Eris kept things like this.”

She turned to him, taking in the way the candlelight danced along his features. She found herself reaching up to trace the golden patterns on his skin as they stood together in the quiet. It was so much better than the exuberance of the Night Court at Starfall. Lucien stayed still, and Elain had to wonder whether his stillness was him wondering if she’d flee if he moved. She didn’t think she would anymore.

They were alone here. Perhaps that was why everything felt different, charged. There were no eyes on her. No one was waiting for her to make a move so that they could judge her on whether it was right or wrong.

No one was here, deciding whether she could make her own decisions.

She lifted herself onto her toes, and brushed a kiss against his cheek.

“Thank you for bringing me here.”

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Hi friends, if anyone's listening as I scream into the void :P I think this is a fun little idea and I am hitting a little writing block, so I thought I'd try to get my creativity to work with this, if anyone's interested :D Ships I'll do: Elain/Lucien (Top one, because I'm working on Elucien week :3) Tamlin/Eris Morrigan/Elain Morrigan/Nesta Tamlin/Elain Tamlin/Nesta Rhysand/Elain (I think I may be like the only one here. I just feel like they could be fun :D They're just so delightfully different) Any of the above as Platonic partnerships.

Send me a number and I’ll write a micro story using the word or phrase

(creator note: I recommend 3-10 sentences but go for a longer piece if you really feel it! Replace pronouns as needed for the character / point of view)

don’t leave 

this was a mistake

[I] trusted [you]

one chance

help

illusion

silent fury

sunbathing

falling

righteous

drastic

candles

too loud

overgrown

trembling hands

in dreams

empty

flinders

sea change

alone, finally

collapse

nap

sated

tender

senseless

how dare [you]

hide

something about [them]

sweat

harsh whisper

breeze

dust motes

saccharine

bauble

filthy

total control

defy

soak

accursed

pet

comfort food

savior

undone

cheap

svelte

shimmer

crave

rampage

nightfall

accost

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I think Vaughan went to find the next ACOTAR book.

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get to know your moots tag game!

* answer the questions, then tag six people

Thanks for the tags @chaol-apologist 💕

Favourite colour: Green! 💚 I like medium spring green or jewel toned greens 🐍🐸

Last song: Thumbs - Sabrina Carpenter (it's on my Nesta Archeron playlist)

Currently reading: Secrets of the Starcrossed (The Once and Future Queen #1) - Clara O'Connor to kill time before I reread Crescent City (my beloved) to refresh myself before I read House of Flame and Shadow. I've been waiting for the paperback.

Currently watching: I don't really watch things at the moment. Waiting for the Winx Club reboot, not gonna lie.

Currently craving: Not much. Water, probably. I'm warm 🤣 though I had lemon chicken last night and I wouldn't say no to a repeat.

Tea or coffee: Tea at home, coffee when I'm out.

No pressure tags: @loveralbumtv @irithiadourden @theenemiestoloversclub @monowritestoomuch and anyone else who may want to join in 💚💚💚

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How about Elucien with 14 for your ask game? :D

From this post! Thank you @some-sort-of-firefly 💕

Overgrown.

That was the only way to describe the Spring Court now. Though she’d never been there before, Elain had seen visions of the once-great manor, a place of grand opulence; the sprawling gardens and grounds a haven for all kinds of flora and fauna.

Now it was a jungle. Wild and lush, beastly and beautiful, but suffering from neglect. Unkempt and unloved.

The border threats from Autumn had rescinded with Eris as High Lord, and with their bond now firmly solidified, Rhysand had one final mission for Lucien before accepting his resignation as emissary: Fix Spring.

“That’s one way to keep me on the payroll,” Lucien groaned as he sunk into the sofa beside Elain—the centrepiece of his Velaris apartment—their apartment now.

“Do you think we can do it?” Elain asked. Maybe she was presumptuous in assuming she’d go with him, but she couldn’t imagine staying here, or in Day without him.

“With you by my side, I have no doubt.” He grinned, as he kissed her temple, “But it will be an uphill battle. Tamlin needs help, but he won’t ask. We’ll just have to work around him until we find a solution.”

She sighed, “I’ve seen visions of it—the manor completely overgrown, the lands wild and unruly with thorns and vines.”

Lucien nodded, “I hoped with Beron dead he’d relax a little.” He took a ringlet of Elain’s hair and twirled it between his fingers, as she leant her head on his warm shoulder, “We’re to leave for Spring tomorrow. We’ll call a meeting of the Lords that are still holding things together.”

“A unified front.” Elain nodded, “Did your father have anything to say about it?”

“That will still take getting used to,” Lucien chuckled, “Helion will likely show up on Meallen to see how we’re doing. It’s as much a test from him as it is from Rhys.” He gave Elain an apologetic grimace, “So much for travelling the world together, lady.”

Elain placed a hand on his cheek, “At least we’ll be together. We’ve done the impossible before, and we’ll do it again.”

He pressed his lips to hers, lacing his fingers between hers, and said softly, “Together.”

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Wanna read Tower of Dawn again. No reason, I just miss Chaol