#to a young Lucien

[annoyingann]

Honestly, it's not my fault. People asked me in my telegram channel and I couldn’t refuse!

#boyfriend to death #btd rire #sketch #lucien rire #btd #rire #i'm sorry #silly doodles #let's assume that in the second art Young Lucien without a beard

[clockwork-ashes]

Daylight

The smallest of stones, the greatest of ripples.

Summary: Eris learns that Lucien is not Beron's son (one-shot).

Eris paced the small room, his steps soundless. Barefoot, ready for bed, cold rough stone to warm soft carpet. Over and over, again and again, a comfort. 

The smell of copper, sharp like night blooming flowers, hung in the air. Eris noticed that he had bitten through the inside of his cheek. He traced the wound with his tongue, the salt and metal of his blood enough to ground him, to clear his mind.  

Eris took a deep breath. He knew all the flames of this world, it was his birthright. Centuries he had lived, had witnessed much, gained enough wisdom. 

Eyes like gold, glowing unlike any fire made of Autumn, Eris had seen only a glimpse of it and had known. Magic was ancient, but simple, responding like a trained hound to those who had taken the time to learn its secrets. Stoked to life in the court he had been raised in, Eris would have recognised the flames as his own. 

Daylight. 

Sunbright, lovely, Lucien’s eyes had been twin stars in the darkness. 

It had taken every ounce of self control Eris possessed not to rear back at the sight, a death sentence. 

An oath taken, a promise made in blood, Eris had nearly forgotten. His mother’s hands, claws as she had gripped his arm, begged her eldest son to grant her strange request. Everything had been made clear as Eris had silently watched the Lady of Autumn gently stroke Lucien’s curls from his face, eyes half-lidded and gold only like sunlight could be. 

Small for his age and precious as all fae children were, Lucien was coddled by everyone in the Forest House.  

Half a decade, nothing in the grand scheme of things, and yet enough to change everything. The smallest of stones, the greatest of ripples. 

The flames in the fireplace flared, Eris tugged at the short strands of blood red hair at the nape of his neck. He felt like he was drowning, his head already below the water’s surface, Eris choked on his own fear. 

“Eris, please.” His mother’s voice was quiet, a tremor in her words as she took to begging him once more. For what, Eris did not know, and in the moment he could not be bothered to care. 

Eris whirled around to face her, smaller than he remembered, the Lady of Autumn looked up at her son. His fear was reflected in her eyes, the weight of knowing that an executioner’s axe hung just above Lucien’s head. 

“How could you?” Eris snarled, the words biting, accusatory. Never had he spoken to his mother in such a way, the softest of tones always reserved for her. 

She shook her head, loose strands falling from her braid and framing her thin face. Defeated, her shoulders curved as she curled in on herself. Eris hoped she felt guilty. “You wouldn’t understand,” she murmured, dismissive and soft.

A strangled laugh, short and unamused, was dragged from deep within Eris. His mother took a careful step towards him, and Eris took a measured step back. Closer in age than half his brothers, Eris had always understood the Lady of Autumn. “Six sons were not enough?” Eris snapped harshly.

“All children are a blessing,” she did not look at Eris as she said it, more to herself than to him anyway. 

Eris wondered if those were the words his mother had told herself when she had first married the High Lord. A half truth quietly whispered when she had been alone, but not entirely convincing despite how often it was said.   

“A fate worse than death awaits him,” Eris argued, sure that flames had come to life in his amber eyes, voice louder. “You’re lucky father is in Spring, or Lucien would be dead already.”

“You don’t know that,” hands clenched into fists at her side, the Lady of Autumn raised her own voice to match.

Eris felt as the temperature in the room changed, uncomfortably hot, the flames in the fireplace and in the torches along the wall responding to the raging emotions of them both. “It’s cruel,” he hissed, “it’s wrong.” 

A child born of an affair, Lucien was well and truly doomed, and who else was Eris to blame but the Lady of the Autumn Court.

“And you know much about cruelty,” the condemnation was clear in the tone his mother used. 

If Eris had taken a moment to think, to consider how worried and frightened she was, perhaps he would have known to stop their argument. Instead, Eris pointed a shaking finger, angry, at the female that had raised him as best she knew how. “And whose fault is that?” The question was bitter, all poison, meant to hurt. 

“You can be so much like your father.” 

The last word a growl, the statement hung between them. Eris would have rather she had taken a knife to his chest. 

Almost as though the Lady of Autumn had struck him, Eris flinched back. 

With a startled gasp, eyes wide in shock and lips parted, his mother put out her hand. Regret, clear as river water, flashed on her sharp features. But the words had been said. “Eris,” she took a step towards him, “I didn’t–” 

The door opened suddenly, the ancient hinges screaming in protest, cutting her sentence short. Eris was glad for it, wished he had not come home, would have preferred the war camps to this. 

Eris had assumed the door was locked, panic coursed through his veins as he wondered who might have heard. Relief, like rain during a drought, came over Eris as Lucien walked into the room. Only the crackling of the fire could be heard, Eris and his mother silent. 

Eyes half shut with sleep, russet once more, Lucien dragged his bare feet along with a small blanket behind him. Eris watched as he rubbed at his eyes with one hand, as he broke into a little yawn.

“Ris?” He mumbled, voice heavy. “I thought I heard your voice.” 

Eris watched as his mother moved towards her youngest son, expecting him to go to her. Instead, Lucien made his way to Eris, nearly tripping on the blanket he had brought with him. 

“Why aren’t you asleep?” Eris barely recognised his own voice. 

With a half-hearted shrug, Lucien knocked into Eris’s legs. “I heard you talking in the hall,” another yawn before he continued, “You didn’t come say goodnight.” Completely trusting and entirely unaware of all that had happened moments before he had entered the room, Lucien clung to Eris. 

The Lady of Autumn watched with wary eyes as Eris lifted Lucien into his arms gently. “Let’s get you back to bed.” He murmured. 

Lucien merely hummed his response, tired. Resting his head on Eris’s shoulder, his breaths slowing once more. 

Eris could see the pleading on his mother’s face, but he did not look at her long. He turned his attention to the arched window, watching the first rays of the sun inching over the horizon.  

Daylight.

#acotar #a court of thorns and roses #autumn court #eris vanserra #lady of autumn #the lady of the autumn court #lucien vanserra #but he is young #i just have many autumn court thoughts #the vanserra family dynamics intrigue me #thank you for reading <3 #ashes writes sometimes

[bookishcarmela]

Saw she didn’t have much fan art so I decided to draw the beautiful highlady of autumn 😻

Who should I draw next?🧐

#eris vanserra #acotar #acowar #a court of thorns and roses #acomaf #lucien vanserra #beron vanserra #vanserra brothers #helion spell cleaver #high lord helion #autumn #autumn court #day court #fanart #digital art #young artist

[rotnread-theprincessdies-series]

The Princess Dies: Cast

Daisy Edgar-Jones · Amelia Thermopolis

Anne Hathaway · Helen Thermopolis

Michelle Fairley · Queen Clarisse Renaldi

Ruby Cruz · Lilly Moscovitz

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

Timothée Chalamet · Michael Moscovitz

Corey Mylchreest · Nicholas Deveraux

Tati Gabrielle · Asana

Joseph Quinn · Andrew Jacoby

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

Daniel Gillies · Philippe Renaldi

Mikael Persbrandt · Joe

Sarah Bolger · Charlotte Kutaway

Graham McTavish · Viscount Mabrey

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

Olivia DeJonge · Lady Elyssa

Tilly Keeper · Lady’s Maid Brigitte

Aimee Lou Wood · Lady’s Maid Brigitta

Tom Blyth · Security Guard Lionel

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

Lee Pace · Patrick O’Connell

Lucien Laviscount · Prince Pierre René Renaldi Alberto of Italy

Kristina Tonteri-Young · Matilda (my oc)

TBD · Palace Guards

#daisy edgar jones #anne hathaway #michelle fairley #ruby cruz #timothee chalamet #corey mylchreest #tati gabrielle #joseph quinn #daniel gillies #mikael persbrandt #sarah bolger #graham mctavish #olivia dejonge #tilly keeper #aimee lou wood #tom blyth #lee pace #lucien laviscount #kristina tonteri young #rotnread #the princess diaries #rotnread theprincessdies series

[thegrunkiest]

POV: Lucien Lachance tries to recruit a HOK that hasn't slept for a solid month

#Alternatively: Young dad Lucien trying to get baby Ocheeva and Teinaava to go to bed #lucien lachance #hero of kvatch #tes 4 oblivion #tes iv: oblivion #dark brotherhood #shitpost #Youtube #tw cussing #cw cussing

[weirdlookindog]

The Return of Chandu (1934)

#the return of chandu #bela lugosi #maria alba #clara kimball young #lucien prival #1934 #1930s movies #ray taylor #adventure #fantasy #serials #vintage movie ads

[dent-de-leon]

Lucien and Mollymauk were just,, so young and had so little time…thinking about how King Tealeaf now in the present is still younger than Caleb (and probably Fjord) were during the events of C2—

#like #Lucien was in the bloodhunter orders as a teenager #he died at only 23!! #molly was only 25!! #a decade after the campaign he’s still young I’m..: #tealeaf my baby #he never got enough time I hope now he gets to live a long happy life ;;

[flowerflamestars]

(Part two)

2nd there’s Feyre’s sisters, who she loves dearly but doesn’t know if she likes all that much. Nesta HUGS her. Nesta breaks Cassian’s nose. Elain STABS Azriel. They know about the war. They know about Valeris. They hatehateHATE their father with a ferocity she doesn’t understand. She doesn’t understand why titled nonsense matters. They don’t like Rhys so they must still hate faeries (the problem can’t be RHYS so it must be faeries. Never mind that Elain is perfectly fine having tea and small talk with Cassian and Azriel and, you know, the whole Lucien Thing).

She doesn’t understand why they’re so angry she wrote to the queens. It’s important that they talk to the queens. Don’t her sisters understand that? The queens will meet with them. Why wouldn’t they? Feyre was human and understands humans. The queens will understand how important this meeting is. (Never mind what the laws about consorting with faeries are. Never mind that Feyre knows absolutely nothing about the political climate of the Human Lands.) Rhys will protect them from anything anyway (and there’s absolutely no reason Elain needs to MARRY LUCIEN).

But her sisters give her the cold shoulder for a few days. Elain eventually forgives her enough to take her on a tour of their new house. Feyre tries to be interested in the life her sisters have built (even if she doesn’t understand it) and ask about tapestries and things. Then Elain opens a set of doors to some of the most beautiful perfect rooms she’s ever imagined and the ART STUDIO and the paints and the windows and then Elain says it’s all hers. The sisters she loves but doesn’t know if she likes built a place in their new home for her even knowing she might never be coming back (like they were hoping she’d come back). And they still say it’s hers, even though she’s a faerie now and they hate faeries (never mind how easily Elain talks about wards and blood magic and the Lucien Thing).

Then there’s a wardrobe full of dead birds on the front lawn and Nesta and Elain are even more furious. Then Nesta is shouting and Rhys is telling her to back off and then all of a sudden Elain IS HOLDING CASSIN’S KNIFE TO RHYS’S THROAT, like he’s a threat and she tries reassure her that Rhys would never hurt Nesta and he would protect them from whatever was happening, they can trust him. Everything is happening so fast and Cassian says he called a legion.

She doesn’t really understand what’s happening but she knows Rhys will make it better. Right?

(End babble)

Right EXACTLY

So, when writing Feyre I always end thinking about how...SJM really doesn't know how to write believable siblings, actually? Feyre has a lot of that youngest sister brattiness hiding in her, but she's also possessive of people in a way that feels...like she maybe never had siblings at all? She doesn't really like her sisters, even if she mostly loves them, but they matter because they're HERS

(please picture here Feyre wrecking peoples lives like a toddler stomping on sandcastles)

And that carries through! She's so surprised when they show any sign of their personalities!

To Feyre, I think, having money again was just supposed to wipe away any pre-existing issues within the family. Obviously, this does remove the biggest stressor in their lives. But in comfort (if not necessarily safety, Feyre, bringing FAERIES TO THEIR HOUSE, FEYRE), all those festering things still exist.

Their dad? Still the worst. Their childhoods? Still fucking trash. The entirety of sexist society? Still, in fact, an issue.

And like the money, Feyre applies the same minimizing logic to magic. To transformation. To the Night Court.

Her death? Doesn't matter because she lived, never mind that she never bothered to tell her sisters that until she needed something. Fae historically kill and own humans? No, NOT HER FAE. The war? Won't touch her sisters because Rhys won't let it. The Queens? Will just talk to her...because she was a human?

She doesn't understand what's happening but she mostly thinks she does.

She also wholly believes Rhys will fix things, Morrigan will lighten up the situation and get along with Nesta (lol), the Queens of multiple countries will just...believe some random letter in the post and show up to a provincial manor to meet a High Lord of Prythian everyone says is a monster, and oh yeah, trust him.

I don't think it's even a spoiler to reveal that the Archeron sisters relationship is complicated, and frankly, about to get a lot worse.

#Feyre yelling in the back of her head for days: SHE DOESN'T NEED TO MARRY LUCIEN! #LUCIEN?! #LUCIEN #if Feyre's fatal flaw is anything it's that she's so young she has not yet learned to see things from literally anyone elses pov #and like Nesta is the most stubborn person alive #so naturally just. #will not LISTEN #Archeron stubbornness also about to be a cataclysmic plot point frankly #Elain standing in front of her big hot husband in a pink lace dress: WHO THE FUCK SAYS I CAN'T KILL PEOPLE? huh RHYSAND? HUH? #Archeron most likely to kill: Elain #Archeron most likely to destroy someones entire life on purpose: Nesta with time #Archeron most likely to do both by accident: Feyre #Babes she's not an idiot but SHE IS in over her head taking really bad advice about shit she knows nothing about to start with #effloresce meta

[bam-monsterhospital]

on the one hand, eso is allergic to pretty young men npcs and its engine affords absolutely ZERO aesthetic favours towards mans... which is why bastian looks wayyyyy older than 27 and craggy as hell visually.

on the other hand, his character is great and griffin puatu's performance is so goddamn wonderful and endearing that it overlays and makes up for any lacking visuals on the game's part...

all this to say, i treat drawing bastian a little like how all those oblivion fan artists approached interpreting lucien lachance back in the day.

not quite to that extent, but like, same energy.

#he deserves to be less haggard #i still try to be as accurate as possible #y'know while obvs translating to whatever the frickafrack my style is at the moment #this is just an overcomplicated post to say i always have trouble drawing him and am never satisfied #how does one even do it #gah #bastian hallix #first time i did blackwood and heard him i was like 'wow that's young for what im looking at but okay' #but y'know griffin sells it #and then you hear bastian's backstory and you're like WAIT you're not even 30 yet? OH GOD #eso's character modelling fucked you over big time huh #blackwood has a lot of problems with that honestly #but that's a diff post #artists thirsting over potato lucien are valid #transforming oblivion potato face into something beautiful is amazing and valid #especially when you can actually tell at a glance who you're looking at #look i love oblivion but jdfksal;fdjskla; #ramblings #art talk #eso

[kagedbird]

Continuation from this Kaidan: How in Oblivion did he get Folsterhan to laugh?! Bastard has never smiled at us once, save Inigo. Inigo: That was only because some of my fur made his nose tickle. Lucien: I mean, I don't think he'll be so pleased once he finds out about his past, but… *glances at Allora who made them swear to not bring it up* Allora: *giggling with Bren and Taliesin, stirring some food she's making for everyone* Kaidan: *grumpily huffs, getting up to check on the food in the oven for her* Whatever… Inigo: What do you think Mr. Bren likes about Taliesin, Lucien? Lucien: I didn't want to say it before but I think they're bonding over Kaidan being rude and making fun of him for it. Inigo: Hehe. Want to go join them? Lucien: Hm… do you think he's out of earshot? Inigo: He won't be for long. *hurries over to the other two, grinning* Would you two like to hear a story about Kaidan losing his pants once during training? Taliesin: Oh this I must hear. Do tell. Allora: *groans, covering her face* Nooo! Taliesin: Now I definitely need to hear it. Inigo: Hehe. Allora had been practicing with the bow with myself for a while. Lucien was training with Kaidan not too far away. Unfortunately, an Elk stopped by during the practice and startled Allora, making her move her bow last minute to avoid hitting it. It zipped past and just nicked Kaidan's trousers perfectly to make them fall to his ankles. Bren: *chuckles, nudging Allora's shoulder* Good one. Taliesin: *covers his eyes, laughing heavily* Oh gods, I wish I could have seen his face! How on Nirn did you not injure him? Allora: I don't know!! I'm glad I didn't- I would feel so bad! I all ready feel bad enough for basically pants-ing the guy! *whines, pulling up her hood to hide* Bren: Ah-ah. None of that. You're in my house. Hood off. Allora: *whines more* Bren! Bren: *gently pulls of her hood and taps her nose* He'll live. You'll live. I wish I could have been there. Allora: *grumbles, leaning into his hand as he fixes her hair* I'm lucky I know how to sew… Lucien: More like he's lucky, I think. Don't know if he would have been up to roaming around Skyrim without his pants. Allora: *huffs and refocuses on her cooking, trying to ignore the blush on her cheeks from embarrassment*

Bren: Didn't have any issues on the way up here, did you? With those Thalmor?

Allora: Erm… there was one instance, but Taliesin protected me. *gives him a small smile over her shoulder* But by the time we got your letter, and the Companions, we were rather close all ready. Nothing since. Bren: *glowers a bit, frowning* Hn. Allora: *rolls her eyes at the familiar sound* Yeah, yeah. You don't like that they're doing that. Guess you don't want to come to the dinner they're having tomorrow with me. Bren: You're going? Allora: *shrugs awkwardly* I mean, we made it in time, they've been keeping you protected and safe, took the time to send me letters… Taliesin: *glancing between Bren's increasing angry expression and Allora's uncomfortable body language* I'm afraid I don't know much about the details of why you're dissatisfied with the Companions, my good fellow, but if it's for her safety, I can promise you I will go to keep an eye on her. Bren: *raises an eyebrow at Taliesin, looking him up and down* Hm… Allora: I don't need a baby sitter. rolls her eyes They're friends. Bren: They're untrustworthy, is what they are. *turns to Taliesin, giving him a sharp stare* Any of them try to take her somewhere private, you bring her back here immediately. Taliesin: *bows his head* You have my word. Kaidan: *pokes his head out* Why the fuck don't you ever trust us with her? He's the only one that wasn't prophesized by the Gods to protect her. Bren: *glares at him* Maybe that's a good reason enough. Lucien: It's not as though the gods are talking to us, though… Inigo: *pats Lucien's shoulder* It is okay. We will just have to work harder.

#TESSDE AU #tes #Skyrim #skyrim lucien #skyrim kaiden #skyrim inigo #Skyrim Taliesin #HAH SIKE #Bren likes Taliesin. For now. #Yet again because of Allora calling for mercy but also for his own charm. #Taliesin seems like the type who understands how to work grouchy old people- especially for someone who's protective as fuck over someone- #He's with in a group; much less a young woman. #He reads people well and knows when to tweak a conversation to his favour I feel. #Also Bren is weak for puns but very secretly. #Lmao

[foreverknightalways]

Flashback: London, England, 1941 during World War II

A shocked Nicholas looks over to Janette as LaCroix walks into the room. LaCroix has a proud look on his face for bringing Daniel over. Nicholas looks over to a smiling and showing fangs Daniel. Hearing LaCroix laughing.

#Forever Knight #113 Father Figure #World War II #England #London #1941 #Young Boy #Illya Woloshyn #Homeless #Orphan #brought across #Fangs #Vampires #Blood #Janette DuCharme #Deborah Duchene #Nicholas De Brabant #Geraint Wyn Davies #Lucien LaCroix #Nigel Bennett #Nicholas Knight #Nick Knight #Memories #Club #Restaurant #Purse #Eternal Lovers #Nicholas & Janette #Sexy Vampires #Library

[oscill4te]

Theres an unfinished mini essay about lucien cramp in my drafts rn

#its been sitting there for a few weeks i remember writing so much and getting screenshots from the book for it #lucien is such an interesting protagnoist. basically.. he doesnt fit at all in his family #hes mocked and belittled by all of them actually #he is an activist and critical thinker at a young age and he is shunned by everyone for it; even his teachers #he is very hypervigilant (as seen in the book. makes sense w his brother constantly beating him at random) #he is an overthinker for sure; as seen in the book Twinsani-. oh im just rewriting the draft at this point. lol #txt #i relate to lucien a lot ik i dont talk abt him much but i hate how people say hes an annoying or bad protagonist.. #i sometimes wonder if they made lucien that way to mock people like him or if it was genuine #bc in the first book he didnt have much of a personality other than “f e a r” #he was just a quiet bystander mostly but i think in the first book they are a bit younger than in tge show. thats just a headcanon tho #but anyways maybe thats why #i wonder how much of the show was directed by brian wood. obviously many changes were made!!

[stinkrascal]

why is this couch so big. why do cc creators do this to me specifically

#bonnie looks so teeny #shes so cute i love her. i miss her #i wrote a lot of backstory stuff for her and instilled SO MUCH social anxiety and autism in her little head #and now im like maybe i'll pay attention to lucien straud now. but not because of lucien himself just because i adore his wife #bonnie ily <3 but please find a better couch this is goofy looking #shes been pregnant for like two years now i promise they will have the baby soonish okay #i just hate change the idea of lucien becoming a FATHER makes me sick..... hes so young how is he a dad

[lucien-leigh]

young lovers.

#i have no excuse other than i was consumed to know what theyd look like together... but young #papa talis #ximena talis #i say that white streak is a birthmark #im very happy with papas expression #arcane #arcane art #Jayces parents #lucien draws #my art

[catcr4ft]

Auuu the thing going around w/ what your tav would be like as a origin character (which is very nice by the way it’s really genuinely very fun and interesting to see people make approve / disapproves + cutscenes + quests for their tavs) got me thinking and. Haust is pretty straightforward and very fitting w the general themes of the origins- Autonomy f/ after having it stolen by shitty characters that may or may not be gods…… but Lucien found and finds peace through Selûne. She’s already in the end of the first major part of her character arc by the start of the game. Most of the Development i’ve given her amounts to learning not to preemptively shut out and run from people but find those that can love her AND accept her trauma. (This is framed as something she comes into not only from being forced into an Emergency Tadpole Survival Group but also guidance from her god) idk I just thought it was an interesting contrast

#lucien going from thinking her way of worshipping Selûne and being/doing Good is unconventional even if she knows it isn’t lesser for it #to being surrounded w people like Gale (a Wizard who was propositioned by in a relationship with and then dumped by the God of Magic at #a ‘young age’) and Shadowheart (Shadowheart) #she’s going through it #lucien being proficient in insight aside i imagine Mystras behavior raises way more red flags for her since Selûne’s whole deal is that #she’s a diety with more of a hands off approach? #she doesn’t bend the tides or descend to turn the wheel she shines moonlight to guide her sailors #and Lucien really respects and admires that #and then boom mr gale of waterdeep. 109377 divine red flags #she did not expect anything from Shar #the cr4ft #I need to stop talking in the tags

[starz222]

otw to grind fr 🥲🥲 don't work too hard tho,, burnout's a fucking shit

TYSM and literally i hate it sm, but i'll be careful HAHFDJH me when random ass boost of motivation

#constellation.asks #constellation.moots #lucien <3 #srsly tho omg #IM SO OLD NOW MY BACK IS HURTING #IM TOO YOUNG FOR THIS