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This one will be a rant.
The way both the pro and anti sides of ACOTAR treat Elain is ridiculous.
Fun fact: ACOTAR is a romantasy series. See the word ROMANCE in there??? It means people are going to get paired up. If that’s not something you like, read a different genre. Don’t complain about finding steak in a steakhouse.
Secondly: it’s fun to have headcanons, but I’ve ONLY ever seen people talk about Elain this way; they want her to be stupid, or a villain, or a spy or a warrior, or single. WHY???? A woman can’t be feminine, intelligent, and empowered in a relationship???? Lucien would help Elain grow, learn more about her powers and Prythian. Together, they would be stronger as rulers. How is that not empowered????
And what about the treatment of LUCIEN??? Why does everyone want the best guy in ACOTAR to face extreme heartbreak with a rejected bond so badly? Because uwu bad boy supremacy??? Just bc Lucien isn’t a creep? Y’all need to be fr rn.
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simmanin · 5 hours
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you wouldnt last an hour in the asylum where they raised me.
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(happy wednesday!)
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[ COMFORT ] 🪷 Elain 🪷
Lucien could not take it anymore. Bottling up all of his problems inside was killing him. He hated himself, he hated his life, he hated his fucking job. He hated that no matter what he did, Tamlin seemed to be so far out of his reach. The last time they'd spoken, Tamlin had given him a black eye. Cauldron boil him, he'd tried not to retaliate, but...something in him had just snapped. Everything that had happened to him over the past several months had just spilled over, and he'd set a driving punch straight into Tamlin's abdomen. Then he tunneled so deep down into that rage that he hadn't even noticed his fire swirling around him as he absolutely pummeled Tamlin. He had burned most of Tamlin's clothes off, and little burn marks peppered his skin. His own clothes, woven with magic fire-resistant cloth from Autumn, remained intact.
Lucien had known that whatever progress he might have made with Tamlin was undone the moment he had punched back. So frustrating-so unbelievably frustrating to have to deal with a broken High Lord and his court, yet no one cared. Feyre hadn't even asked about his eye. Not like Lucien had offered the information; he didn't trust Feyre or the Inner Circle as far as he could throw them. With information, he had no choice. But his feelings? He could keep them to himself and spare himself the hurt.
When he was in his small house in Velaris safely in bed, he let himself cry. Why had his life come to this? What had he done in a previous life to deserve this? Who was he kidding, playing emissary to the Night Court? He didn't belong here any more than he belonged in Spring. Gods, he missed Autumn. He didn't think that was something he'd ever say, but at least Beron had mostly left him alone. He was free to pursue his education, free to make friends amongst the gentry, free to practice his sword and read books and whatever else he was interested in. He loved being busy and visiting other courts, but considering a big part of his work was babysitting a miserable man who had in the latter stages of their relationship become abusive towards him, it was safe to say he'd much rather being doing anything else.
Sigh. He could probably do a ten times better job of ruling than any of these fools, but alas, he was stuck in this weak role of emissary, disrespected by all who associated with him. Not even his mate cared for him.
By the Cauldron, he missed Jesminda. The only person who had ever cared for him, chosen him.
At some point while crying, he fell asleep. Something tugged in his gut, and he found himself watching himself sitting beside a pond, bare feet dipped in the water, and next to him sat a stunningly beautiful brunette. Elain. His Elain. His mate who did not want him-
Lucien, she whispered quietly. This is just a dream, Lucien told himself, but it did not feel that way. No, that tug on his gut was very real.
She was wearing a long ruffled lavender dress with a pretty straw hat on her head. She held a matching basket, but when Lucien looked inside, there were only worms. Lucien jumped back.
"The Night Court gardens' soil is very poor, so I bred some ground worms to help replenish the nutrients," Elain said matter-of-factly, like she hadn't just said the most shocking thing ever. Lucien gaped at her. "You actually bred...?"
"Yes!" Elain said brightly. Then she gently put a hand on his shoulder, her big eyes full of concern. "You seem upset. Is there something wrong?"
Lucien snorted, leaning back and crossing his arms over his chest. "As if you care if something is wrong."
"Of course I care," Elain said insistently. "You are my mate."
"Do not condescend to me," Lucien replied sharply. "I know such things mean nothing to humans."
"But I am no human anymore," Elain said, trying to reach for Lucien's body again. He pulled away again, and he almost regret it looking at the hurt that formed in her doe-brown eyes. But she avoided him like the plague in daylight; was he wrong to return the favor?
"But you still adhere to the human culture and rules," Lucien pointed out.
"It doesn't matter what I adhere to!" Elain shouted exasperatedly. "It doesn't matter how much I tell myself the mating bond means nothing, when I cannot breathe every time you are near. It doesn't matter how much I resent it, how much I feel is the bond and how much is me, when all I can think of when you are close to me are thoughts improper for a lady."
Lucien blinked, heat creeping up in his face as he recalled the absolutely filthy thoughts in her mind as he'd tugged on the bond that one afternoon.
"Fine," Lucien muttered. "It was Tamlin. He's being grumpy and uncooperative. I know he's hurting, but goddamnit, he has hurt me. And Spring has to be up and running soon, else the land is ripe for the taking."
Elain tilted her head curiously. "Is that really all?" Lucien sighed, shaking his head. "No, that was just a culmination of all my frustrations thus far."
"I thought so," Elain answered quietly. "You bottle up your feelings when you are hurt. Throw yourself into your tasks instead rather than wallow about it or engage in self-destructive behavior."
Lucien blinked at her in surprise. "You have been watching me."
"Of course I've been watching you," Elain said as if it were obvious. "How could I not? But also...I understand. You and I are the same in that right, I suppose."
Lucien didn't know what possessed him to do such a thing, but he crawled forward and laid his head on Elain's lap. She looked down at him and smiled serenely, stroking his hair, his cheek, his chin. Then she bent down and pressed a kiss to his forehead.
"Rest darling," Elain said sweetly. "No one can hurt you here." She continued to stroke him gently as his eyes drifted off, and the rest of his sleep was deep and pleasant.
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sadiegirl2021 · 23 hours
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Middle siblings rarely follow the pattern.
Most middles are: Flexible, good negotiators, and very social. They are more laid back than their often high-strung older siblings. They are also more drawn to relationships outside the family than their siblings, and more likely to move further away from home when they are grown.
Enjoy your beautiful life in the Day Court, Elain! Say hi to Lucien 💛🧡
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acourtofthought · 2 hours
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I'd love an announcement today though I can't deny next Wednesday would be pretty perfect for an Elucien book announcement.
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Ianthe was poison and not the person to help restore the magic to the lands but....
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achaotichuman · 3 months
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Human Nesta would shake Nessian Nesta by the shoulders screaming "What the fuck is wrong with you???!!!!"
Human Feyre would be drawing her bow trying to shoot Feysand Feyre just so she would never become her.
Human Elain would look at Elucien Elain and be like, "Nice."
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tessorange-art · 4 months
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Elriel Art 2023 🦇🌷
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lyssasdrafts · 3 months
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elain archeron is for the girls who are unapologetically feminine, who are called weak over and over and have to keep proving themselves, who are lovers and romantics at heart, who have a voice but just want to choose when they use it, who are quiet because they want to be and not because they don’t have any thoughts or feelings
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intairnwetrust · 5 days
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Elain Archeron
"Elain is now going to have dreams about pulling out the ivy and the ivy coming through the window to strangle her in the night, because let me tell you, that ivy didn't want to leave."
Art by @termesart on Instagram
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afaes · 3 months
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azriel flying as blood sprays from his wings - his back and wings shredded - all to rescue elain. cradling her to his chest even after his power went out and is dripping blood. only releasing her when rhys steps up to take her out of his arms and while he is swaying on his feet his only priority is getting the chains off of elain, who has a clean face and clear eyes - completely at odds with az who can barely stand, wings dripping blood, and in desperate need of a healer. yet, he can’t stand the fact that elain is chained, and is immediately ordering, rasping, that someone call helion to get her out of them. and elain, not caring at all about the chains but instead in awe that az would come for her, kisses him on the cheek. just.. gets me so emotional.
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lorcandidlucienwill · 16 hours
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tHiS fAnDoM iNfAnTiLiZeS eLaIn! No I don't. I think she's a big girl with the potential to rule. It's you haters who infantilize her by calling her a dumb useless bitch just because she's not a warrior.
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“𝑰𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒓. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚'𝒅 𝒆𝒙𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒄𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒃𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔. 𝑵𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕, 𝒖𝒏𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈.
𝑾𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈.
𝑯𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆.”
— Azriel’s Bonus Chapter by @sjmaas
↳ art by @/andie_uwu (insta)
↳ comm. by me
See you in @elrielmonth 🌹🦇✨
*please don’t repost*
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simmanin · 1 day
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all I’m saying is, Lucien would never draw straws to be in Elain’s company.
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gracieart · 8 days
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“Find me when you wish to begin.”
Elain Archeron | ACOTAR Series by Sarah J. Maas
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Character belongs to SJM. Do not repost my art without permission.
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nikethestatue · 4 months
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Friendly reminder:
Elain Archeron drinks whiskey, stabbed someone in the throat, is the queen of gag gifts, has the most powerful High Lord in history as her little flying lackey, made a 500 year old obsession fizzle in a matter of months, absolutely without trying, found the Suriel without getting off the couch, had the Shadowsinger running around the table with a potato dish, forbidding everyone from eating while she made herself pretty, doesn't give a fuck about her mate bond, had to be uglified so she wouldn't outshine everyone at a ball, and was all like 'may they all burn in hell!'
You sure she is 'not developed' enough?
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crazy-ache · 25 days
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I’ve seen a lot of posts saying that SJM is not going to give Lucien a rejected mates story after everything he has been through. But you know what else? She is not going to do the same to Elain either. Elain, who was devastatingly rejected by her first love and fiance, is not going to turn around and reject someone else. She cannot have a true path of healing and growth by inflicting the same pain that was done to her. Their story is not one about rejection. Their story is about loving again after being broken.
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