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silly--fangirl · 3 days
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i imagine lucien has a warm voice. i can't really explain it, but it just makes sense for his voice to be like bathing in the sun or sitting near a fireplace after a cold day.
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acourtofthought · 2 months
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For Lucien Anti's....
If SJM doesn't care about Lucien and has forgotten about him........
Why did she have him dominate Cassian with a single word in Cassian's own book?
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ablogofsapphicpanic · 3 months
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@velidewrites brought to my attention that I never actually posted the Lucien picture that my girlfriend commissioned for my birthday last year and that was a crime of me? So have Lucien looking mean and hot, just the way we like him
All credits go to @/elizianna.the.one on Instagram!! As far as I know she hasn’t posted it there. Reposts are NOT allowed
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lorcandidlucienwill · 6 months
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Does anyone else find the Night Court sooooo boring? Like, there's nothing interesting there, no courtly dynamics or anything, just some sexist Illyrians and sexist people in the Court of Nightmares as well, and the whole book is Rhysand throwing his weight around WHEN he feels like it but not doing shit about genuinely important issues (like sexism). Rhysand is smart supposedly, but I've never actually seen him use TACT in this series. He's so powerful that he doesn't need to or whatever. Blah blah blah, Night Court is the biggest and the baddest. But the Autumn Court... Cutthroat, beautiful. It has sons competing for power from an early age, through combat and courtly wiles. Only the strong survive. It produced a Lucien and an Eris, and their complicated brotherly relationship. You have a paranoid, abusive leader. You have the whole LoA + Helion affair, a love child. The man who abandoned his heritage to play courtier to another High Lord. Who is friends with two humans, one who is tied to an evil god. You have Eris, playing the perfect prodigal son while planning a coup right under his father's nose. Both are potential High Lords. You have Gwyn, a part water-nymph having Autumn heritage; we could explore how mixed High Fae are treated as well. Also, I want to know more about how Lucien learned to catch fish with his BARE HANDS??? Finish the line: Autumn court males have fire in their veins and... The way I'd read an entire series on the Autumn Court 😩😩😩😩😩
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one thing i won’t stand for is lucien slander like i love that feisty fox man more than some of my own family members
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velidewrites · 1 year
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Moodboard Requests || DAY COURT ELUCIEN
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harperbrynne · 9 months
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Where’s the bonus chapter where Lucien smiles
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devilsnightz · 10 months
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Elucien week: day 1 - mates
So I've never participated in this type of thing before, I've been an artist all my life but I've only recently found the courage to post my art online. I was always afraid of judgement especially because my digital art is not up to par with a lot of other very talented artists here and I'm a perfectionist.
P.S. I only started working in digital art a bit ago so if you spot mistakes, know that I'm still learning.
Anyway onto Elucien.
I've always imagined the bond as a string of light between the mates, given the way it's described in the books, so for the first day (prompt: mates) I thought I might draw them together and their bond between them.
I honestly think they're such good characters and I cannot for their book and the moment they accept the bond + their connection.
Anyway, hope you enjoy.
(Please don't repost as your art or on other platforms)
@elucienweekofficial
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sarahsoba · 11 months
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Lucien=Jesus
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silly--fangirl · 28 days
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SAY IT WITH ME:
Lucien Vanserra has a slutty little waist.
it's just natural yk, i mean- he has broad shoulders, he's muscled - it just makes sense. And because of that his waist appears to be very small.
AND WELL- IT'S NOT LIKE I'M COMPLAINING, I LOVE SLUTTY LITTLE WAISTS
i also belive eris has a slutty little waist, but i won't elaborate on this one.
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acourtofthought · 5 months
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Lucien with the rest of the world:
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Lucien when it comes to Elain:
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Is there anything more endearing than a character who is known for his conversational skills stumbling over his words and what to say when in the presence of his mate?
He's so completely off his game whenever Elain is near him and I absolutely love how the way he feels around her has completely thrown him for a loop.
He's literally the most adorable mate ever right now though I also look forward to him spending more time with Elain so he can transition into the sassy Lucien from book 1 with fire in his blood.
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bi-carli · 9 months
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My Elucien heart 🥹
Beautiful art by Libiarts on Insta! 🌸🦊
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lorcandidlucienwill · 7 months
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Oh nothing just wanted to show everybody how unreliable a narrator Feyre is Also damn Lulu that's hot and also High Lord material
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In The Glade
Summary: Emissary to the Spring Court is sent to investigate reports of strange happenings in the forest bordering the Autumn Court. There, he discovers a curious creature long lost to ancient Prythian lore: a Woodland Witch.
Pairing: LucienxReader
Warnings: None
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Your favorite thing about the Spring Court was the weather. Warm sun, a balmy breeze, and the bright blue skies teaming with fluffy white clouds was an absolute dream. The icing on the cake was the stunning display of plants in every shade of green, peppered with flowers of buttery yellow and soft pink. The entirety of Spring was a beauty, but your home in the Glade was by far the most stunning. It was if it has been carved out in the forest by the Mother herself.
In the clearing of the trees sat a mossy pond of brackish waters teeming with crystals and creatures – for anyone who dared to look. The Glade was, thankfully, mostly untouched by Fae and Humans alike. Your small stone cottage was the only sign of human life in miles, and that’s the way you liked it. It helped preserve the natural resources, allowing the land to replenish and thrive. Being of the last of your kind, a Woodland Witch, you felt responsible to protect the land that you called home.
The Glade was seldom visited, located deep into the dense forest bordering on the Spring Court and the Mortal Lands, so you rarely encountered anyone else. On occasion, Spring Court Fae would make their way through, but you kept a watchful eye from a distance. Your Earth Magic was like an added sense – you could feel the land in your bones. You could feel their magic through the wind.
There was a comfortable warmth in the breeze on a day just a couple of weeks passed the Vernal Equinox when you found yourself at the edge of the Glade, high up in a tree. You were plucking sweet, ripe cherries from the branches. You sat on a branch, arm wrapped through the handle of a wicker basket, and as you reached to pick the berries.
You popped a cherry in your mouth and burst the delicate flesh of the fruit with your teeth. You hummed softly as you savored the flavor. After sucking the fruit away from the core, you spit the pit onto the ground. Instead of the soft rustle of the pit hitting the grass, you were startled by a grumble from below.
“What in the name of the Mother…” A male voice sounded. You felt your blood run cold. Your magic did not sense anyone around. And yet…
You peered down at the forest floor, and you took in the sight of a Fae male with blazing red hair sitting against the tree. His russet eyes met yours, as he looked up at you incredulously. You felt a swell of panic in your chest at the unknown person so close to your home. The rare times that you did get visitors, you usually sensed them quickly enough to hide. But this Fae male, you did not sense at all.
He was intriguing, of course. Long, red hair, tan skin, sharp features. He was enchanting. But just because he was handsome did not mean that he was harmless. In fact, his warrior-like wardrobe, featuring a host of weapons clear on his person, screamed the opposite.
The site of the jewel encrusted sword across his lap was enough to have you scrambling further up the tree. It wasn’t exactly the best defense, especially for a Fae, and a fit one at that, who could easily climb after you. It was hardly in your nature to use your magic for harming others, so you mostly trained in defense. You knew he could kill you in a second if it was his wish.
You abandoned the basket of berries, sending it crashing to the ground. Your expert fingers gripped the bark of the branches as you pulled yourself up the tree quickly.
The male below you stood, and you glanced down and took in his intimidating frame. He was lean, but muscular, and stood at over six-feet tall. He was a good foot taller than you, and you knew he could make it up the tree must faster.
You began blindly reaching for branches in the tree, climbing quicker.
“What in Gods name are you doing?” The male questioned, exasperated.
You deigned not to answer him as you reached again for a higher branch. The bark cut into your hand, and you yelped. The pain startled you, and you lost your balance in the tree. You tumbled down the tree, hitting several branches on your way down.
You managed to catch yourself, gripping on to a limb in the middle of the tree. Your feet dangled, and you kicked at the air trying to pull yourself back up on the tree.
“Be careful!” The handsome stranger called out, “What are you trying to do get yourself killed?”
You glared down at him, “I’m perfectly fine! I know how to climb a tree, thank you,” Your sarcasm was always your mother’s least favorite thing about you when you were a child. But you just couldn’t help it. The male did not seem to want to harm you, but that doesn’t mean you were about to just trust a stranger.
“Looks like you know how to fall out of a tree,” He retorted, “Let me help you before you splatter on the ground.”
You grimaced at his harsh depiction, but you still did not need the assistance of a Fae. This was your home, and you could manage just fine. Or you thought you could.
The branch that you were hang from creaked and you looked up to where the limb met the tree. You watched helpless as the wood splintered beneath under your weight.
“Oh, shi-” You were interrupted by a resounding crack from the branch as it finally released from the tree and sent you crashing to the ground.
You couldn’t stop the scream from erupting out of your chest as you squeezed your eyes shut and braced for impact. Instead of the cold, hard thud of the ground, your body made contact with a dense, warm object. You opened your eyes and found the dark eyes of the handsome stranger staring at your face. He had a curious look on his angular features – a mix between pain and amusement.
You had knocked him right to the ground, landed right on top of him, a mess of smashed berries and leaves surrounding you. Your cheeks flushed red, but you couldn’t help but study the face of the male. He was even more attractive up close. Your heart pounded against your ribcage so hard that you were sure he felt it.
The corner of his lips curled up in a smirk, “So it seems you do want to make my acquaintance after all.”
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velidewrites · 10 months
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Lucien: Elain, what does IDK, LY, and TTYL mean? Elain: I don't know, love you, talk to you later Lucien: Okay, love you too, I'll just ask Jurian
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fox-in-flowers · 2 months
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I have finally come up with a way to explain away SJM'S recounting (at least in the case of Lucien...everything else is still there). But I was thinking, what if someone had put a glamor on Lucien when he was a baby (I'm leaning towards Eris in my opinion, but you can pick whatever) so that he looks more like Beron in order to protect him, especially since Feyre said that Beron shared Lucien's face in the first book. But, when Lucien exploded in light at Hybern to break the chains, it Spell-Cleaver magic also broke the glamor.
Now, I know it would make sense for someone to mention that Lucien looked different afterwards, but what if one of the things tied in with the appearance glamor was a memory glamor so that whenever it broke, people would only remember seeing his real face, not the glamor?
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