#elucien edit

[huntquinlan]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐱 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐰𝐧

[octobers-veryown]

ELAIN & LUCIEN: GOLDEN

Today's prompt was inspired by this song!

Also, I wrote this little article/drabble/mixtape call it however you want literally half asleep so if you see some mistake no you didn't (this was revealed to myself in a dream cit.)

Also I loved to play between the canon universe/reality because who could've stopped me?? No one, exactly.

Please click on the images for a little better quality because you know, Tumblr is silly as always.

Happy Day Two of this amazing @elucienweekofficial! I am having so much fun x

[bookishwithathought]

Day 5 | Masks {Off}

“Lucien,” I interrupted quietly but not softly, “doesn’t pretend to be anything but what he is.” - ACOTAR

“His talent was wasted in the Spring Court. There was a reason he had that fox mask, you know.” - ACOWAR

“I wonder if everyone has spent so long assuming Elain is sweet and innocent that she felt she had to be that way” - ACOSF Feysand Bonus Chapter

“…we haven’t seen all she has to offer.” - ACOSF Feysand Bonus Chapter

I almost didn’t post today, definitely not completely happy with this edit, but I just couldn’t let today pass without highlighting some of these characters’ greatest qualities and their potential. I can’t wait to see them grow more and more into themselves as their story unfolds.

Images: Pinterest

Edits by Me

On the Playlist: Spiracle by Flower Face

@elucienweekofficial

🚫 No AI images were used in the making of this post.

[ofduskanddreams]

from Right Where You Left Me

by @separatist-apologist

ELUCIEN QUOTES DAY 1 — FIC 1 • 2 • 3 • 4

[elucien]

elain + lucien on instagram (emphasis on insta comments)

[fatedophelias]

↳ Elain Archeron week ⇀ Day 4: Favorite Ship: Elain x Lucien

he loosed a long breath. “There’s a bond—it’s a real thread,” he said, more to himself than us.

- A Court of Wings and Ruin, pg. 302

[accidental-rambler]

A Court of Wings and Ruin ♛ S. J. Maas

╙ Elucien (x)

Elain only stared out the window, unaware—or uncaring. Lucien didn’t head for the stacks. He just went to the open doors. 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.”

[rrrhysand]