𝕃𝕦𝕔𝕚𝕖𝕟 𝕎𝕖𝕖𝕜

𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝟞: ℝ𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕊𝕙𝕚𝕡𝕤 𝔻𝕒𝕪

This beautifully romantic Elucien art was done by @rosalynnarts. I was lucky enough to win her art giveaway recently so of course I asked for Elucien (I’ve always wanted to see Elucien drawn in her art style)! As usual, I’m amazed at her art style, the details with the outfits, and intimacy shown between the characters in the art.

Thank you so much @rosalynnarts for creating this lovely art for me! And thank you for the giveaway 💕

Artist: @rosalynnarts ❤️

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All characters belong to Sarah J. Maas

This amazing art was made by jrtart_ commissioned by @booknerd87.

Please do not repost without permission.

If SJM pulls a Rowan and Hunt on Lucien and cuts his luscious, fiery locks, I won’t be mad because I know Lucien would look so fucking hot. But then I also want him to keep his long hair so Elain can braid flowers in it, because he still looks fucking hot.

Get what I mean?

Lucien Week Day 1: Favourite Scene

I have two actually, so here we go. @lucienweek

(ACOTAR, page)

I just love this sentence so much, his character in the first book was just brilliant. I also love how Tamlin reacts to it.

(ACOMAF, page)

This is just perfection. Him running towards them, neglecting basically everything and just wanting to make sure his mate is alright. And not even then does he get close to her, he keeps his distance and politely asks if Elain is alright. And she smiles at him!! She actually smiles at him.

So y'all might remember when i did that dragon!Lucien sketch. Well the author of the fic, @separatist-apologist MESSAGED ME AND COMMISSIONED ME TO DO A FULL ILLUSTRATION. I was, and still am, star struck. She was so amazing to work with and I love how it turned out. PLEASE GO CHECK HER AND THE FIC OUT. ALSO there is a *pantless* version of this up on my ko-fi. I promise, it does not disappoint.

Shattered

His soul shattered at the very moment her heart echoed its final beat.

He couldn’t feel his knees anymore, could barely notice the bruising grip of his brothers’ hands on his shoulders holding him tighter. Everything was void of life. He heard not a single sound, not the sound of her body crashing on the floor, not the sound of his father stepping aside wiping the blood of his sword on Eris’s tunic, not the sound of laughter coming out from his brothers’ mouths.

He watched his father’s, the reigning Lord of Autumn, lips moving, unheard words throwing daggers at him. His face showed nothing but chilled anger, his disapproving gaze hard. His view became blurry, but he could still see the silent tears falling on his mother’s ethereal face, now twisted in sorrow for her beloved son. The image of Eris followed suit, his face inexpressive, however his eyes held an undercurrent of something he couldn’t tell.

He couldn’t tell anything. He couldn’t hear anything. It couldn’t be real. Nothing was real. He had to be dreaming.

The crowd started to thin out, the court’s residents leaving one by one. His father roughly grabbed the Lady of Autumn’s arm, dragging her with him to the large rosewood doors. Eris walked after them, two of his brothers in his shadow. His shoulders squared, his expression unflinching. He felt rough hands leaving him, the whipping cold of the wind hitting the space on his shoulders.

He could feel again it seemed, but it didn’t feel good. He didn’t think anything would ever feel good anymore.

The spacious open air place was now uninhabited, dried leaves of vivid brown, orange and red floating in a endless dance with the wind. He stood difficulty and marched towards where she was. His knees hit the ground again, dark crimson blood on the once pristine floor, coating his pants. He tended a shaky hand to her body, lifting her up in his arms. He was shaking terribly from the cold, but he couldn’t tell if it was from the wind or from inside of him. He turned her head delicately to look at her again.

She was always the gentle type. A woman who loved to love, who embraced life with its dark side as much as the bright. She was always happy regardless of her circumstances, of her life as a lesser faerie. She always had a smile on her heavenly face.

She still had a smile on her chilling cold, but nevertheless divine face. Even in death she smiled brightly, as if to shine a light for her soul even in the afterlife. Her eyes were glassed over, sign of her unalterable end.

He heard the sound of dried leaves dragging against the cold tiles. The sound of the wind howling in his delicately arched ears. His hearing seemed to have come back. He could hear a guttural, heart shattering scream echoing in the void of the room. His throat hurt, burned, felt like it was bleeding from the inside.

He soon realized that it was him who screamed. He who could hear and feel the utter agonizing pain in it amidst the despair, in his very essence.

The love of his life, Jesminda, was no more.

Lucien Vanserra’s heart and soul shattered at the very moment her heart stopped that day. And he knew nothing could piece it back together.

@lucienweek day 4: Tragedies

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Day 2: Friends and Family

the queen, the general, and the emissary

@lucienweek

Lucien week

day one

favorite scene all of them

“As the youngest of seven sons, I wasn’t particularly needed or wanted. 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 was 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.”

“I’d say that sounds more High-Lord-like than the life of an idle, unwanted son.”

Day One of Lucien Week: Favorite Scene

There’s a lot of scenes that I love with Lucien, but there’s one from ACOTAR that I think is underrated:

“Tam would gut me if he caught you drinking that.”

“Always looking after your best interests,” I said, and pointedly chugged the contents of the glass.

It was like a million fireworks exploding inside me, filling my veins with starlight. I laughed aloud, and Lucien groaned.

“Human fool,” he hissed. But his glamour had been ripped away. His auburn hair burned like hot metal, and his russet eye smoldered like a bottomless forge.

 That was what I would capture next.

“I’m going to paint you,” I said, and giggled—actually giggled—as the words popped out.

“Cauldron boil and fry me,” he muttered, and I laughed again.”

The Vanserra’s

— Eris, didn’t knew you had a consort — the man opened a malicious grin while inspected the red headed from head to toe. — But I see you’ve got yourself a good one.

Castor — the second eldest — growled and Gwyn raised an arm to stop him while Vixyn — the second youngest — joined them.

— Stupid — Gwyn could hear his whisper while nodding in disapproval to the scene, and she smiled.

— Oh, so I’ve committed a mistake, you share a female now? Didn’t though it was possible to Autumn males — mocked.

Eris almost felt bad for him, the poor man was digging his own grave more and more each time he opened his mouth.

— If you’d like to keep your tongue, — Lucien’s voice sound imposing, blustering in the large room. — Watch your words when talking of our sister.

Now the general seemed even more surprised. Took some steps back to put himself together while Lucien joined the group at the centre of the room, in a scene that was portrait worthy. The four of them with fire sparking in their amber eyes and running through their veins, surrounding Gwyn, who had a soft grin and batted lashes innocently.

The Vanserra brothers were wiling to commit atrocities, even of killing each others seeking the throne, but wouldn’t let a single hair of their little sister to be touched.

Gwyneth Berdara, Beron’s bastard — and probably the best thing he’d ever done, half Nymph and entirely a Valkyrie, had her widely known as brutal, cruel and unreliable half-brother’s wrapped around her fingertips.

— So, — she started again in a firm tone but still just lovely as only Gwyn could be. — Would you tell me what are you seeking in these lands?

A.N: I like the theories about Gwyn being Lucien’s daughter but come on, our lil Valkyrie being the bastard princess of the Autumn Court would be freaking amazing.

𝕃𝕦𝕔𝕚𝕖𝕟 𝕎𝕖𝕖𝕜

𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝟙: 𝔽𝕒𝕧𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕊𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕖

“If I offer you the moon on a string, will you give me a kiss, too?”

So this is one of the first lines that made me fall in love with Lucien. Now I know in this particular scene Lucien is actually dressed and sitting at the dinning room table with Feyre, but me and @rosalynnarts decided that we’ve been ROBBED of a scene with Lucien shirtless and training. So here we are! Shirtless Lucien training (because he is a trained fighter) while also taunting Feyre. I adore their friendship. I’m so happy I was able to commission @rosalynnarts . I’ve been wanting to commission her for a really long time now. And this Lucien piece turned out perfect! @rosalynnarts drew Lucien exactly how I imagined him. Thank you so much @rosalynnarts for this amazing Lucien art! I absolutely love it 💕

Artist: @rosalynnarts ❤️

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Excerpt from above is from the book

A Court of Thorns and Roses

Character belongs to Sarah J. Maas

Lucien Vanserra Family Tree:

Lucien’s dear mother, the Lady of Autumn Court. (art by Deviant Art: Vladimir-Kireev) I saw this and immediately thought of LOA.  She would be a wonderful mother-in law to Elain...should Elucien happen. 

Hello everyone! We're here to announce Lucien Week prompts:

Day One: Favorite Scene

Day Two: The Fox's Friends and Family

Day Three: In Another Life AU

Day Four: Tragedies

Day Five: Theories For The Future

Day Six: Romance and Ships

Day Seven: Free Day

“If I offer you the moon on a string, will you give me a kiss, too?”

VANSERRA, Lucien.

I had to do a piece for #lucienweek2022 and thought “Why not practice some anatomy while I’m at it?” I was super fun to try and draw the muscles on Lucien so I hope you guys enjoy!

@lucienweek

Total time: 3 hours and 24 minutes

Day 4: Tragedies

I know i am a bit late for this one, but i didn't have much time, sorry for that. My first thought for this prompt was of course Jesminda's death. So I'd like to share my vision of her, because, we don't know much about her beyond her name.

Sometimes, I like to picture her with milky skin, the way LoA has, since it's more common to Autumn. With long, black hair. I like to picture her as a half water-nymph, with large blue eyes, who loved swimming in the creeks that were around Autumn. I like to think that it was Jes who had taught Lucien to catch fish with his bare hands. I like to think that they would have long swims when it got a bit hotter in Autumn. I like to think Lucien, long hair loose, chasing Jes in the water, but never being able to catch up with her. I like to think that, sometimes, she'd purposely let him reach her and then teasing him about it.

But, sometimes, i like to think of her as a Forest nymph, with skin as dark as the bark of Oak wood and hair the shades of Autumn leaves, with russet eyes to match. That they would lay in the ground, littered with dry leaves, and guess at the shapes of clouds in the sky. I like to think that they would make plans for their future, involving a tree house. I like to think of them rescuing animals in the forest. Lucien's first rescue being a fox, and Jes being the first to exclaim that it was very fitting for him to save a fox, because they were so alike. Lucien, rather indignantly,  saying that that wasn't true and then calling her a squirrel. She doesn't take offence, but gets a bit confused, so Lucien explains that, she's like squirrels, because they had houses in the trees and they were wild, never resting, roaming every place they could, that squirrels were lively and short, just like her. She laughs it off, but doesn't object to him calling her one.

And sometimes, I like to think of her as a daughter of a farmer, their family being not completely High Fae, to be considered as such. In this vision, i like to think of her with tanned skin, and freckles, due to working long hours in the sun, with light brown, curly hairs and bright and excited jade eyes. I like to imagine her running wild in the wheat fields,  face turned to the sun, enjoying her life to the fullest. And i imagine Lucien watching her awe-struck, and then chasing her. I like to think Lucien, sneakin away from his lessons to go help Jes in the fields. I like to picture them having a picnic, enjoying a sunset, while they make flower crowns, eventually leading them to entwin their hairs into a braid and laughing and being merry.

And, sometimes, on a more common note, i like to think, that Jes would love to travel. She loved her home court, and would visit any place in it that she could. She would ask Lucien to sneak out books on geography so that she could understand about the different courts. Jes would excitedly tell Lucien where she was going to go when she could. I like to think that that was the common ground they had started their relationship with. Lucien telling her that he was going to become an emissary, and all the courts he would get to visit. They would make plans of travelling together.

I felt like adding more, but i was hurting myself more than anything 😭 it's a pity we can't see more of these two. Also, i am really bad at compiling my thoughts, so please ignore any mistakes.

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