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Saw an Elriel saying that the only way Elucien can happen is if Sarah uses an entire book to turn Lucien into a man. Apparently, she'd also need an entire book to break up Elriel.
And I would say that the e/riel who said that might be too young to understand what a real man looks like.
I think Lucien's character is good to go 😁
he braced my waist in his broad hands and easily hefted me off the horse
I lifted my head from his sculpted chest at last, my fingers digging into the hard muscles of his shoulders.
I peered into his concerned face.
Lucien laid his own cloak across the remains of the two young women.
I’d been wearing my cloak, but … he’d indeed given me his.
Cassian didn’t know why he’d expected an update regarding the High Lord of Spring. Lucien only gave those in private to Rhys.
Lucien stared out the window—as if he could see the lake across a sea and a continent. As if he were setting his target.
“Autumn Court males have fire in their blood—and they fuck like it, too.”
trying not to imagine Elain subject to that … fire.
The flame, the surprising dominance within it, hit Cassian like a stone to the head
I was in the process of constructing a rudimentary fishing pole when he waded into the stream, boots off and pants rolled to his knees, and caught one with his bare hands. He’d tied his hair up, a few strands of it falling into his face as he swooped down again and threw a second trout onto the sandy bank where I’d been trying to find a substitute for fishing twine. We remained silent as the fish eventually stopped flapping, their sides catching and gleaming with all the colors so bright above us. Lucien picked them up by their tails, as if he’d done it a thousand times. He might very well have, right here in this stream. “I’ll clean them while you start the fire.”
Seems like Lucien can still play the fox.
Like Rhys, he usually opted for words to win his battles, but I’d seen him and Tamlin in the practice ring. He knew how to handle a weapon. How to kill, if need be.
"Perhaps it was a good thing. I was able to study for longer than my father allowed my brothers before shoving them out the door to rule over some territory within our lands, and I could train for as long as I liked, since no one believed I’d be dumb enough to kill my way up the long list of heirs. And when I grew bored with studying and fighting … I learned what I could of the land from its people. Learned about the people, too.” He eased to his feet with a groan, his unbound hair glimmering as the midday sun overhead set the blood and wine hues aglow. “I’d say that sounds more High-Lord-like than the life of an idle, unwanted son.”
“No. But we need to summon Lucien,” Azriel said,
Lucien jerked his chin to Azriel. “That’s the information you need to gather.
My friends glanced to each other. Mor said, “It will be—very dangerous.” A half smile curved Lucien’s mouth. “Good. It’d be boring otherwise.”
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.”
Also, why would you need a book to break up a couple who was never dating in the first place? She ended Elain's engagement with a few lines, I think she can handle the separation between a girl who hasn't spoken to a guy in 5 months and a guy who never thought of her beyond his sexual fantasies anyway.
The E/riel who said that follows andrew tate
I hate seeing "I just want Lucien to be happy so I don't want him to end up with Elain." If we're allowed to sit here and wish for a future for a character then why wouldn't someone wish for him to end up with his mate? Why wouldn't someone wish that what we're seeing is no different than what we saw for Rhysand and Cassian, knowing that their temporary struggles resulted in the best possible outcome? What sort of true HEA is there for Lucien if he lost who he thought was his mate to death then lost his actual mate to a rejected bond? And why would anyone want him to have a girl fawning all over him, making it easy for him to get with her (of which there would be many) instead of him having to put in the time to earn the one girl who would always be "THE" girl? I can't wait for Lucien's HEA but I'm also ok knowing he's got to go through it before he gets there. Elain isn't "some girl" in this series, she's an Archeron who was blessed by the Cauldron, she's the most beautiful girl he's ever seen, she's hope and joy and has a great sense of humor. Of course he's not getting the full effect of that at this point in time but nothing worth having is easy to come by and Lucien should be putting in the work if he wants the best of the best (for him) even if that is a girl who is giving him a hell of a time.
Elriel: "I need ppl to chill out with this “spark” crap already."
Sjm: Nah
don't ever look up what your childhood friends are up to now!!!!!!!!!! like girl you're a nuclear safety engineer. i put on matching socks today. we played tag a thousand years ago.
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This is My Briar
I was running an RP account for a Tamlin pro, lover OCXTamlin. I wrote a couple of things on my own because he deserver love so I will start posting them here This is Briar and this is Call I see you
"What I know?" She smiled softly. "What I know is what others had said.. and as I said history is often misconstrued to benefits those who told it my lord" she pace around.
"I heard.. you lost someone precious to you. Someone who meant everything to you... I heard she was taken.. or left.. I heard you went mad, servants were scared. " She continues, her voice soft and sweet like fresh honey from a bee. "I know, you did everything to get her back...bad things, awful things... things that harmed you and your people," she says with a heavy sigh as she sits and reaches to takes the lord's hand. "... But we all do crazy things for love," she offers him a smile, before she continued. "Servants said you were paranoid.. once she was back .. and to that I day; who wouldn't?"
Briar stood walking around him "I.. don't know what kind of hold.. the priestess had on you... I don't know why you would trust her above your court.. above your sentries.. above the female you love, " she reached out again. "But what I do know is this; your pain.. was, is real. It's deep, and sharp, and ugly. Your sorrows.. your worries... your efforts were, are real.. " she offered another smile, one filled with understanding and worried.
"No one ever did see that, did they?... My lord must've been so lonely ..." she reached for your face "Is alright.. I see it.. the sorrow, the pain.. the effort you put into things... I see it all. my Lord.. I see you"
My sole reason for even reading the books at this point
Some High Lords are just more powerful and more competent than others.
I love this;
becaused everyone shits on Tamlin for what happened with Feyre, and not to downplay his shortcoming, becaused he handle that wrong, but Feyre was not the one for him, they both make mistakes and any adult person can see that without self inserting and demonizing him.
yet you have Rhysand who run a small section of his court meanwhile, separated into segmentations, segregation if you want to go that far, where one side is the rich and powerful, the sadistic and those who think high of themselves, the very own court of nightmares Amarantha based UTM of. Then the Illyrian mountain who don't give a damn about rule and still threats women like tool and robbed them of their agency, yet The Ruler of that land said nothing and hide under the word of "can't change old people" meanwhile his subject Cassian is the only one trying, because his own experience, not him not the rules but a person with little power.
Yet the Spring court, welcome many refugees, Tamlin during the event of Book 1 WENT OUT there and helped his subject fought amaranthat's goons and buried a fairy with his own hands. Even during the event of books 2 he thought of everyone else but himself. You may argue he did not because he ignored Feyre suffering, but did he? all this happened over a couple of month, he tried to give her joy with what he knew (paint) sought out help from someone he thought he could truth (Ianthe) tries his best to rebuild his court with all the new refugees and the destruction marantha curse cause, furthermore he sought high and low for a way to break the bargain (this could be interpret as something done for him, as well as something done for her). and you're mad that he blew up under pressured and missed the signs? honestly you would too if you had to deal with half the things Tamlin had to deal with.
So ... at least to those things Rhysand couldn't so : yea like is hard.
Rhysand said, I can deal with your girl better than you can, and Tamlins said; I can run a whole court better than you ever could
Tips for Writing Injuries! (AGAIN)
Your action hero just got shot in the shoulder, stitched it up in a motel bathroom, and is now running through a forest. I need you to know that a shoulder wound severs muscle, nerves, and sometimes bone, and the human body's response to that is not "mild wincing followed by full range of motion." here is what injuries actually do to peoplee...
⊹ Adrenaline is REAL and it does allow people to do extraordinary things immediately after injury, BUT it is a loan, not a gift. you borrow the function and you pay it back later with interest. Your character might genuinely be able to run for twenty minutes after being stabbed. and then the adrenaline drops and everything the body was delaying arrives all at once. the collapse is NOT weakness. it's biology collecting its debt. write the debt collection. it's more interesting than the heroic sprint anyway.
⊹ Blood loss changes cognition before it drops you. you don't go from "fine" to "unconscious." you go through a whole middle stage of confusion, poor decision-making, emotional dysregulation, a strange calm, tunnel vision, difficulty forming sentences. Your injured character making a bad call, saying something they normally wouldn't, becoming suddenly and inexplicably gentle--that's blood loss. use the middle stage. it's dramatically rich and almost nobody writes it.
⊹ Recovery has a timeline and the timeline is long and boring and inconvenient to plot. a broken rib takes six weeks and during those six weeks sneezing is a genuine emergency. a concussion means no screens, no reading, no bright lights, and symptoms can persist for months. a stab wound to the abdomen means weeks of infection risk, limited mobility, and a specific kind of exhaustion that has nothing to do with sleep. Your character being sidelined and frustrated and useless for a long time is not a narrative problem. it's the story.
⊹ Pain also affects personality in ways writers skip. chronic pain makes people short-tempered and then guilty about being short-tempered. it makes concentration difficult. it makes intimacy complicated, both emotional and physical. a character who was patient and warm before their injury and is now snappy and withdrawn is not a character regression. they're in pain. pain is exhausting in ways that don't show on the outside. the people around them noticing and not knowing how to help is a whole story in itself.
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the only reason i dont regret reading acotar book 3 is the high lord meeting where Tamlin cant keep his mouth shut. he stormed into that boring ass stale party and turned it into his own stand up show.
it’s like when you write all the cool clapbacks you come up with at 2AM in your notes so that one day you get to use them but you never do. well Tamlin fucking used all of his clapbacks. he was such a little hater i was literally going feral. yes babe, get it all out of your system, thats the least you deserve.
some of yall in this fandom hate to hear this but not a single lie came out of his mouth. absolutely folded Mr SA, demolished Feyredahling still rubbing her traitorous hands after destroying his entire Court. i was so happy he got to vent. it was a whole TREAT and Tamlin headlined that shit
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Body Language & Physical Tells List!!
𐙚⋆.˚ The shoulder drop when someone finally relaxes
𐙚⋆.˚ Crossing arms, but make it self-soothing, not defensive
𐙚⋆.˚ The way someone goes completely still when scared
𐙚⋆.˚ Fidgeting stopping the moment they're caught
𐙚⋆.˚ Leaning in without realizing it (interest/attraction)
𐙚⋆.˚ The leg bounce that betrays calm composure
𐙚⋆.˚ Turning slightly away from someone they distrust
𐙚⋆.˚ Hands going to the throat when feeling vulnerable
𐙚⋆.˚ The way grief makes a body look heavier
𐙚⋆.˚ Picking at nails/skin/sleeves when anxious
𐙚⋆.˚ Standing taller around someone they want to impress
𐙚⋆.˚ The full-body flinch vs. the one they manage to suppress
𐙚⋆.˚ Mirroring someone's posture unconsciously
𐙚⋆.˚ That slow exhale through the nose when trying to stay calm
𐙚⋆.˚ Hands shoved in pockets to hide they're shaking
𐙚⋆.˚ The way someone shrinks in a chair vs. takes up space
𐙚⋆.˚ Touching their own face more when lying
𐙚⋆.˚ The deliberate, controlled stillness of someone furious
𐙚⋆.˚ Turning feet toward the exit before the mind decides to leave
𐙚⋆.˚ Gripping something (a cup, a sleeve, a doorframe) to ground themselves
Ways to describe Hazel Eyes!! <3