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currently thinking about how i have to wait until 2023 to have my elriel endgame
like just imagine the longing, the angst, the softness and the tension, the forbidden love trope of THEIR story.
of elain's journey about HER choices and HER life alongside her beautiful shadowsinger to support her till the end.
urgh can't wait tbh *screeches*
this piece reminds me of elain like idk why? maybe it's the colours, the flowers, the softness and gentleness in this painting, just everything honestly.
so beautiful omg. ♡︎
Sunset in the Pontine Marshes (detail), Enrique Serra y Auque (Spanish, 1859–1918)
stanning elain archeron, the pretty-kind-kingslayer- flower girl-seer is honestly a lifestyle at this point
no wonder why az likes her so much, like get in line mister you're not the only one 🙄☝🏻
[ cr : @ mftfernandez on instagram ]
Some Riceman fans out there saying "Nesta and Elain fans scare me". So us supporting two females who went through shit and one of them is in a really bad place ,scares you?
Please, give us a fking break.
ok, I’m going to say it. I ship Luzriel. I think they would understand each other really well, and would have a very sweet, caring relationship. They’d works really well together and I think they’d definitely help one another, they’d absolutely be protective and I just think they’re in love. The mating bond between Lucien and Elain is platonic and my opinion and I think they would end up as really great friends and I think she’s support their relationship and be an awesome wingwoman. Ok, continue with your day, that is all.
For @elainweekofficial Day 5: Blooming Bud, because I love my cottagecore girlie ❤️
Art by me/vivictory_draws on instagram
I realize that Lucien would probably rather chew on glass than wear the fox mask again but I've been obsessed with the idea of Elain in a fawn mask so I'm asking for some suspension of disbelief here. I imagine them dancing away at some Autumn Court ball (probably after Beron kicks the bucket), just for the vibes only.
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Art by me/vivictory_draws on Instagram. Please do not repost anywhere without permission.
Me, upon seeing two women get pitted against each other for the sake of some guy: ok but what if they kissed instead? #feminism
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Growth is realising that every character in the ACOTAR world is problematic. It's okay for people to have their fave characters. You shouldn't think less of others for their choice and they shouldn't think less of you for your choice.
Lucien in Feral Mate mode:
Lucien snarled at the king over the bite of the magic at his throat, “Don’t just leave her on the damned floor—” There was a flare of light, and a scrape, and then Lucien was stalking toward Elain, freed of his restraints.
Lucien was shaking his head, panting, and whirled to us. “Get her back,” he snarled at Tamlin over the ranting of the king. A mate—a mate already going wild to defend what was his.
Jurian stalked over to Lucien amid the rising squabble, laughing under his breath. “Do you know what Illyrian bastards do to pretty females? You won’t have a mate left—at least not one that’s useful to you in any way.” Lucien’s answering growl was nothing short of feral.
I was fairly certain that only centuries of training kept Lucien from leaping over the table to rip out Jurian’s throat.
Touch her, smell her, taste her— The instincts were a running river. He fisted his hands at his sides.
But even as shame washed through him, the words, the sense chanted, Mine. You are mine, and I am yours. Mate.
He fought against the bristling rage, the irrational urge to find the male who’d claimed her and shred him apart.
He paused right between them and said to me, to Nesta, “She needs fresh air.” “We’ll judge what she needs.” I could have sworn his ruby hair gleamed like molten metal as his temper rose. But it faded, his russet eye fixing on me. “Take her to the sea. Take her to some garden. But get her out of this house for an hour or two.”
But Lucien’s attention went right to the hallway toward the back, his nostrils flaring as he scented Elain’s direction. And who she’d gone with. A low snarl slipped out of him—
The words were little more than a growl.
His russet eye flashed with simmering rage. An uncontrollable instinct—for a mate to eliminate any threat.
Lucien in Calculating Mate mode:
“Forever,” I parroted, glancing behind—to where Lucien stood in the gravel drive. His gaze on me. Face hard. As if he’d seen through every lie. As if he knew of the second tattoo beneath my glove, and the glamour I now kept on it. As if he knew that they had let a fox into a chicken coop—and he could do nothing. Not unless he never wanted to see his mate—Elain—again.
Lucien breathed, “Where is he keeping her?” I knew who he meant. I shook my head. “I don’t know. Rhysand has a hundred places where they could be, but I doubt he’d use any of them to hide Elain, knowing that I’m aware of them.” “Tell me anyway. List all of them.” “You’ll die the moment you set foot in his territory.” “I survived well enough when I found you.” “You couldn’t see that he had me in thrall. You let him take me back.” Lie, lie, lie. But the hurt and guilt I expected weren’t there. Lucien slowly released his grip. “I need to find her.”
Lucien in Respectful Mate mode:
“Is … is there anything I can get for you?” I’d never heard my friend’s voice so soft. So tentative and concerned.
The words were a rasp as he instead said, “I know. I’m sorry.”
“Are you hurt?” he asked, coming toward us. Spying the blood speckling Elain’s hands.
Lucien now stood in the sitting room, close to Elain’s side.
“How is she?”
But is she still …” A muscle flickered in his jaw. “Does she still mourn him?”
Lucien had encountered him, I realized. Somehow, in living with Jurian and Vassa at that manor, he’d run into Elain’s former betrothed. And managed to leave the human lord breathing.
But he remained sitting. Even as his fingers dug into the arms of his chair.
The bigger box is for you. The smaller one is for her.” It took me a heartbeat to realize he meant the presents. I glanced over my shoulder to the careful silver wrapping, the blue bows atop both boxes.
Lucien in Sad Mate mode:
Lucien leaned his head back against the rock wall behind us. “And then I’ll ask your mate how he survived it—knowing you were engaged to someone else. Sharing another male’s bed.”
But Lucien was standing in the doorway. And from the devastation on his face, I knew he’d heard every word. Seen and heard and felt the hollowness and despair radiating from her.
She did not love him, want him, need him. Another male’s bride.
Only concern for her. And … sorrow. Longing.
He glanced at Elain, who was again studying her lap. “I’m not needed here. I’ll fight if you need me to, but …” He offered me a grim smile. “I do not belong in the Autumn Court. And I’m willing to bet I’m no longer welcome at h—the Spring Court.” Home, he had almost said.
Lucien inclined his head in a bow, the movement hiding the gleam in his eye—the longing and sadness.
“She wants nothing to do with me.”
Cassian’s heart strained at the pain etching deep into Lucien’s face as he tried to hide his disappointment and longing.
Lucien in Perfect Mate mode:
Water poured forth, Lucien hoisting Elain in his arms and out of the way.
he’d been more than happy to do so, given that his own status as a mated male made him uninterested in any sort of female company these days.
“I’m a mated male now.”
But Lucien gripped my arm, halting me. “I’m going with you,” he said again, face splattered with blood as bright as his hair. “I’m getting my mate back.”
“Tell me about her—about Elain,” Lucien said quietly. As if the death that squatted in the dark beside us had drawn his thoughts to his own mate as well.
But he couldn’t breathe as she faced him fully. She was the most beautiful female he’d ever seen.
“Let me do something. About Elain.
“Please tell me,” Lucien said when I crossed the threshold into the foyer. “What the healer says. And if—if you need me for anything.”
“Did you sense anything?” “No—I didn’t have time. I felt her, but …” A blush stained his cheek.
“I’ll go.” Lucien was staring at Elain as he spoke. We all looked at him. Lucien shifted his focus to Rhys, to me. “I’ll go,” he repeated, rising to his feet. “To find this sixth queen.”
Lucien, haggard and bloody, panting for breath. As if he’d run from the shore. His gaze settled on Elain, and he sagged a little.
“I’m fine,” Elain said quietly. And then asked, noticing the gore on him, the torn clothes and still-bloody weapons, “Are you—” “Well, I never want to fight in another battle as long as I live, but … yes, I’m in one piece.” A faint smile bloomed on Elain’s lips.
Lucien. He noticed it. “I heard you made the killing blow,” he said.
I think the reason Elain didn’t have the same disdain for Papa Archeron’s carvings as her sisters is that she also understands the importance of making something beautiful in a dark place.
the archeron sisters !!
the trend on tiktok with the sound of “but I know just what I do” and then the next slide being two characters. one who gets the “angel he calls me” and the other character gets the “devil you call me” and it’s Rhys saying this to Elain and Nesta respectively.
Elain Archeron in the Night Court after her Cauldron swim
“Shall I tend to my little garden forever?” When Nesta flinched, Elain said, “You can’t have it both ways. You cannot resent my decision to lead a small, quiet life while also refusing to let me do anything greater.”
But Elain turned on her heel. “Find me when you wish to begin.” The doors shut behind her.
Even though her Mother and Nesta thought that Elain did not dream beyond her garden, she was blessed by fate with mighty gifts to defy that role and destiny. She can dream and travel to her heart’s content through her mind. Credit: @wingedblooms
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⤞ @elainarcheronweek Day 2: Hope
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Nesta & Elain - A Court Of Thorns And Roses
Collaborative Artists: valerianrv & tatiartty
Elain Archeron Week 2024: Strength
“Elain stepped out of a shadow behind him, and rammed Truth-Teller to the hilt through the back of the king’s neck as she snarled in his ear, ‘Don’t you touch my sister.’ ”
Elain bringing the big bad king to his knees, nbd ✨🌸
Feyre, Elain, and Nesta
cry with me
At the end of the day, they all love one another deeply. And no matter how many arguments and disagreements they have, that will never change.
