Elain stans have such a weird relationship with Nuala and Cerridwen and I genuinely can't tell if they just choose not to look at the optics of that dynamic or what...

✨meet me in the afterglow✨

DELIGHTED to share this beautiful elucien piece I commissioned from @/the_megabee33 on Instagram 🥰 Emily (@toastyrobos) took my vision and ran with it and I ADORE how it came out! I’ve been screaming, crying, and throwing up joyfully since I saw it 🥹♥️ I was thinking of saving it until July for elucien week so forgive me because how could I when I can give you some ✨fated mates in their wedding bliss✨ right now!! 

*please do not repost anywhere!

something e/riels love to ignore is that az doesn't think the cauldron finds him worthy enough for a mate. that's the problem, and it doesn't matter if he and elain got together, he'd still feel worthless. why? because it's not about elain or mor or even the cauldron, it's about him and his self worth

3 Brothers x 3 Sisters Supremacy 🫶🏼

🎨: jemlin_c

Tell me about our fox husband and his fox babies

You know they had so many kids together. Everywhere Elain goes, there's a little trail of foxes behind her. She likes to play this game with them called "go wrestle dad in fox form while I garden" 😌

And if Lucien has anything to say about it, she gleefully reminds him about those blackberries he ate out of her hand all those years ago. She finds that usually resolves most arguments (second to taking her clothes off).

Playful Lucien climbing under Elain's poofy dress in search of her most sensitive parts.

anyway, the parallels of “I’m getting her back.” and “Get her back.” speak for themselves <3

THIS IS ELAINE AND ROSE OOPS CAPS hello! I will soon info dump on my ocs I just need to draw them all

They all have their own little universe but also one is like a huge city and I made too many characters but HEY! Big city big population! It’s true that’s what they say!

Now that Hades!Nessian is up, it’s time for Aphrodite!Elucien! It will be up within the next few days - if you’d like to be on the taglist, please comment/reblog/drop me an ask 💕

I’ll also be uploading the masterlist today!

My husband built me a beautiful bookshelf large enough for my addiction

wake me up when sjm confirms elriel and I will show you guys every single sketch I have of them 😏

(I have a lot)

Although I am a doctor, I'm not really... I'm not the doctor. So, I think it might be very improper for me to establish any kind of relationships in a situation that's... going nowhere.

glamour me

it’s a good thing that when we read this…

Sarah had already shown us this:

Elain doesn’t hesitate.

Feyre says no and voices concern.

But Elain squares her shoulders and gets dressed anyway.

and goes through with the plan.

what do you want to bet that Nuala and Cerridwen helped Elain dress for the Court of Nightmares, too?

don’t underestimate her.

You are mine, and I am yours. Mate.

My first ever commission by the incredibly talented @/sinnamon.19. for @elucienweek2022 💕

So, so happy with how it turned out!! 🥰

when is your next elucien chapter being posted?

Thank you for the follow up, Anon! Unfortunately I have a massive deadline at work in the next few weeks and have been working overtime on that, so I haven’t been able to spend enough time on my writing at all. I am still working on it in the few spare moments but it has slowed the process down significantly.

I’m really so sorry about the delay, but I do promise that I am still working on it and hope it will be up soon! Once my deadline passes, I am positive that I’ll be back to at least one chapter a week again.

Like Perfume You Wear, I Linger

Drabble inspired by Olivia Rodrigo’s songs obsessed (stream it because it’s good and the MV is funny) and lacy.

Part 2 of Rotten Petals, Rotten Feelings but you don't really need to read it to understand this. Gwyn's POV because in the end, it’s always the girls that suffers when a man is emotionally unavailable.

Words: 656

Gwyn was aware her obsession was unhealthy. She was ashamed to admit how much she thought about that girl she never even met, and she felt guilty in knowing so many personal and useless things concerning her person. She couldn’t stop though, every new, futile detail like a drug. By now, she had found out her star sign and her blood type, she had seen every movie she had starred in, staring at her impeccable and smart characters like she wanted to get hurt, and visited a couple places she had been to.

If she told anyone without providing context, they would think she was enamoured. She even read the books she cited in her captions on Instagram, but she never dared to hit follow, because she was her boyfriend’s ex something. They had never been together, they had only kissed once, but they had slept in the same bed, so she was sure he was, at some point, in love. If she had been a man, or if she had been into girls, she probably would have too: Elain Archeron was a talented, dazzling starlet, with eyes as pretty as the daisies she cultivated, lips plump like ripe cherries, and hips as sexy as Brigitte Bardot’s. Gwyn had tried to rationalize, to tell herself she was just a person and not a goddess made of angel dust that descended on the Hell they called Earth just to get on her nerves, but she failed, and her rotten mind loathed her because she seemed the greatest thing to ever exist.

She despised her jealous eyes and how hard they fell for her, but she had come up with a code name to talk about her with her best friend nonetheless, in case Azriel accidentally stumbled into one of their chats. Lacy, or as Emerie liked to say, Lacy skin-like-puff-pastry. The poor girl didn’t deserve all this bitterness – she even spoke kindly of her, her compliments like bullets on Gwyn’s skin. She knew she was butthurt only because she didn’t deserve her sweetness, and it was all her unresolved issues’ fault, but she could swear she still felt the ghost of her body when she was sleeping in Azriel’s bed, and every time he called her name in the morning, she held her breath, fearing to hear the one of his previous lover.

Truth be told, everyone described her boyfriend as uncharacteristically besotted, and knowing they had both moved on and they surprisingly didn’t talk anymore, she should’ve stopped worrying, but they also kept repeating how Elain was the life of every fucking party, and they kept remarking how easy-going and never controlling she was, and it was inevitable that she was still friend with his friends – two of them were with her sisters – but their chatter unknowingly made her upset and unable to get over it.

“Do you ever think about her?” she had asked one night, on the way home, to her unassuming boyfriend. Azriel had taken a fraction of a second too long to answer, and Gwyn, stomach all in knots, had quickly told him that it was fine if that was the case, that she didn’t care, but the reality was she wanted to know everything, if he regretted never having pushed the relationship further, if he ever imagined a future with her, whether he had idealized what they had and if she would ever be enough. It was taking over her life, and she started to see her beautiful enemy wherever she went, the sweetest torture she could bear. “You’re losing it,” her sister had told her one day, when she had found her stalking her TikTok page for the umpteenth time. Maybe it was true, but she once had the only thing she wanted, and even if it was Gwyn and not Elain who was Azriel’s girlfriend now, something told her he had left her a piece of his heart forever.