#ratabrasileira

[bookofmirth]

hi there how long! good to see you’re still active in the fandom and, as i hope, doing fine ^^

Mariaaa hi! I hope you’re doing well also. I may take breaks from the fandom, but they’re never getting rid of me 🤭

[elucienweekofficial]

Congratulations to everyone who participated in Day 1 of Elucien week! We had so many contributions for day 1 that we actually hit the limit for how many people we could @ mention in a post! It's an incredible problem to have, but it's meant we needed to split up our masterlist into two parts. Below you'll find all the creators who created art and other content for Day 1 💕

Instagram ・ Twitter ・ Fic Masterlist

🎨Art:

Elucien hands- commissioned by @acourtdelaluna and artist mikki_art.books

Your Are Mine and I Am Yours- commissioned by @/santkadu and artist @/__yumme

Elucien's bond by @devilsnightz

Elucien in the kitchen by @stickyelectrons

The Shot Cover Art - comissioned by @headcanonheadcase and created by artist @/lemonade_doodles

Elucien Mating Ceremony - commisioned by @kingofsummer93 and created by artist @jodicreates

Elucien Day Court Bath - comissioned by @melphss and araujoluana89

Mates art by @elvhendis

Day Court Elucien - comissioned by @separatist-apologist and created by artist @mellendraws

“I can hear your heart beating through the stone […] Can you hear mine?” by @ratabrasileira

Mates art - comissioned by @acourtdelaluna and artist @marybegletsova

Mates Hand Art by @artbysue

Elucien dancing at Nessian's wedding - comissioned by @amandapearls and artist @alexandraczerw_art

Reluctant mates - comissioned by @honeybeefae and artist @/pseudocartoonist

Elucien hand art - created by artist @ranys__ and shared by @lloorryy

🎶Misc:

Elucien quotes, Canon Mates quotes, and M-A-T-E-S Meta by @acourtofthought

Golden Hour: An Elucien Week Playlist by @areyoudreaminof

Mates Poem by @wellwhatisnttaken

Elucien Spring Court Moodboard by @lowlifeprincess23

Elain Archeron & Lucien Vanserra Moodboard by @velidewrites

Your Heart Beating Through the Stone playlist by @octobers-veryown

Mates Moodboard by @gwyns

Pride and Prejudice Imagine by @nikiivic

Elucien Dating Sim by @velidewrites, @melting-houses-of-gold, @areyoudreaminof, @labellefleur-sauvage, @separatist-apologist, and @the-lonelybarricade

One single thread of gold, tied me to you moodboard by @sunbrightheart

invisible string & daylight by @vanserrass

Elucien tiktok by @lloorryy

Elucien badges by @lidiacervos

Electric Touch edit by @brycequinnlan

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If we missed one of your contributions, kindly reach out to one of our event runners!

🎨: mallorydraws

[emikadreams]

To her, they were artists, drifting in the wind, untethered and ethereal like the stars. Time had become their foe as they traipsed through the meadows, lost in each other. The seconds turned into minutes which glided into hours, inevitably the months faded into years.

After years of waiting and wishing on falling stars, they were whole again, it is true what they say, the universe does conspire for the lovers, were it not the truth, why would the autumn sacrifice his ethereal beauty all to see the sight of his love, alas they were as inevitable as the changing of the seasons. They were autumn and winter, forever doomed to be separated but never torn apart.

@thebonecarver @story-scribbler  @kayla-2 @feysand-loml @ratabrasileira @feysandandnyxsworld @wintersouldier57 @inthegardensofbabylon @rhysandswingspan @live-the-fangirl-life @pagemasters @evolving-dreamer @tanvee1231 @hellogoodbye14 @themoonthestarsthesuriel @niimerya  @cretaceous-therapod @covid-inducedreader @writtenonreceipts   @highladysith @thenightgodess-feyrearcheron @are-we-dancing-after-death @bbookzsstuff @sweet-child-of-night @whoever-you-choose-to-love @snickerdoodlechittybangbang @feysandfeels @sv0430 @swankii-art-teacher @roo-hoo @bluebeads

Writer Emi is back.

[princeofsinweek]

Love this! Credit to @ratabrasileira

PrinceWitch

I putted them together :)

[aelingalathyniusrailme]

is rhys really ur fav bat boi? 🥺

YEAH. I fucking love rhys. objectively hottest bat boy. rhys stan since day one. mans has my heart

[elidelochans]

rhyslion for the ship thing? 👉👈

Jsksksj okay okay lemme try this is the first time I've done this ship so here goes nothing!

Who said “I love you” first

Rhys and it was more in jest until he realized oh shit I meant it.

Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background:

Helion. But it's him and Rhys.

Kinda feel like it could be Rhys too.

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror:

They take turns

Who buys the other cheesy gifts

Helion

Who initiated the first kiss

Technically both. But Rhys went in for the kiss. Helion kinda teased him into it and Rhys rolled eyes and went for it.

Who kisses the other awake in the morning

Helion

Who starts tickle fights

Helion. But it's only when Rhys is stressed. He does it to make him smile.

Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower:

Rhys asks. Helion doesn't he just goes in (must be a family trait 🤣)

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch:

Mainly Helion. Rhys gets too caught up in work and won't/forgets to eat. And he misses that sweet ass (his words. Not mine.) But when Helion is deep in a book or research. Rhys brings him food.

Who was nervous and shy on the first date:

Helion. (He'd never admit though).

Who kills/takes out the spiders

Rhys

Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk

Lmao Helion of course.

Ship me a ship

[highfaelucien]

Heyy

90. Dance for Rhycien?

Please send me whump Prompts

(Heck yes, it's time for The Gay. Have some Under the Mountain Angst. Slight warning for mind control/influence (Rhys to Lucien) It's short-lived, demanded by Amarantha, and doesn't last long)

Old Time's Sake

"Ah, Lucien, nice of you to finally join us," Amarantha drawled from her place upon the carved throne, sitting above the writhing fae bodies, watching with that grim pleasure Rhys had come to loathe so intensely.

Turning, he spotted Lucien, long red hair gleaming in the dancing faelight, barely concealed loathing etched in every line of his angular face.

The exiled Autumn prince hadn't been seen for several days now. Not since the brutal whipping at Tamlin's hand that had left him unconscious and, if rumours were to be believed, near death.

From the look of spite in Lucien's remaining eye, it seemed he had spat in death's face for the simple pleasure of being able to glare at Amarantha once more.

"You're looking a little grim there, princeling," Amarantha crooned, "Why don't you join your little human friend? Dance with her."

She gestured towards Feyre, who had drunk the wine Rhys had provided her and accompanied him to the dance as he did each night. Her body moved with surprising grace, considering she was human.

A muscle feathered in Lucien's jaw as he watched Feyre. He turned that simmering hatred on Rhys instead, fire blazing in that russet eye. Rhys just smirked at him and winked. Lucien's hands balled themselves into fists at his sides.

It was clearly an effort for him to project even a facade of civility as he turned his gaze back to Amarantha and said, "I fear my skills are not equal to those already here. I wouldn't like to offend you with my display, lady."

Amarantha tapped one sharpened nail on the arm of her throne. Few caught the suppressed flinch in Lucien's body at the sight of it, but Rhys saw, and looked away, disgusted.

"You will offend me deeply if you refuse me again, Lucien," she said, voice soft and dangerous now.

"I'm sure we both know how much I'd hate to do that," Lucien growled, and Rhys found himself closing his eyes.

Lucien never had learned to keep his mouth shut. There seemed to be some self-destructive part of him that enjoyed snapping at those who could snap him in half with a wink.

Silence enveloped the hall for a few, pounding heartbeats. Then Amarantha turned her head sharply, all the false air of a pleasant queen amongst her court banished.

"Rhysand," she said, darkly, "Make him dance for me."

"It would of course be my pleasure," Rhys said smoothly, nudging Feyre to one side and rising from the plump cushions he'd been reclining on, keeping an eye on her as she reveled blindly.

Lucien turned to him, his jaw set, his eyes hard. There was no fear in those eyes. Many here underestimated Lucien, as he didn't possess the same power as his father or brothers. Rhys thought they were fools. It took an extraordinary level of strength and courage to face him that way. Not to mention his return here in the first place.

"Little Lucien," he clucked, aloud, shaking his head, "You know it's not polite to refuse a lady."

Inside his head, he murmured, I'm sorry.

Lucien's eyes flashed, almost giving him away with his moment of confusion. Then Rhys swept away his will, and forced him to perform for Amarantha. Just as he was forced to perform for her.

At once, Lucien's face contorted with pain. He shouldn't have come here tonight. Tamlin had no doubt ordered him, the cowardly bastard, unwilling to come himself to see Feyre. Lucien's magic had been suppressed, and he had been denied any kind of healer. His body had been forced to heal at the rate of a human.

It didn’t take long for the wounds to re-open, blood staining the handsome tunic Lucien wore.

Amarantha underestimated Lucien, too. Rhys could sense he would refuse to give out until this killed him, just to spite the bitch. But she wouldn’t know that. Once Lucien was breathing heavily, and finally cracked to let out a whimper of pain, Rhys enveloped his mind in darkness and allowed him to slump to the floor, unconscious.

“Pathetic,” Amarantha hissed, as Lucien’s brothers, clustered around her throne as usual, sniggered and jeered their approval.

She waved a dismissive hand at Rhys, “Get him out of my sight,” she commanded, already bored, turning away to watch Feyre with amusement.

“At once, lady,” Rhys said.

Snapping his fingers, he lifted Lucien’s limp form into the air then carried him down to the cells, where he would return Feyre to in a few hours.

Setting him down far more gently than he would have dared to under Amarantha’s watchful gaze, Rhys gazed down at the fae male he had almost let himself love, once upon a time.

His fingers traced the scar over his eye with sadness. Then gently unbuttoned the blood-stained, ruined tunic, and examined the mess of his back. Torn, raw flesh, weeping fresh blood once more after Amarantha’s forced dancing.

It would have been worse if you hadn’t put a stop to it when you did, he tried to tell himself. Anger flared as another thought crept into his mind, And it would have been a lot better if Tamlin hadn’t sent him to that fucking party.

The High Lord of Spring had to know how much Amarantha enjoyed using Lucien as her plaything. Torturing him was becoming something she enjoyed almost as much as she enjoyed torturing him.

Sighing, Rhys reached out a hand, magic flaring, but-

Slim, hot fingers wrapped around his wrist, surprising him, which was impressive in itself.

Lucien, remarkably, had fought his way back to consciousness.

Stupid, stubborn bastard, Rhys thought, with fondness.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Lucien demanded, spitting blood from a bitten tongue out of his mouth at Rhys’s knees.

“That’s really no way to speak to a High Lord of Prythian, Lucien,” Rhys said, tutting, “I see you haven’t improved your manners since last we met.”

“I see you haven’t stopped being a prick, either,” Lucien shot back, weakly.

“I’m overwhelmed by your wit,” Rhys said sardonically.

“Fuck off and let me bleed, Rhys,” Lucien muttered thickly, body starting to tremble with the pain.

“Is that what Tamlin would do?” Rhys asked, unable to stop himself picking at that old wound between them.

A muscle feathered in Lucien’s jaw, but for once he restrained himself from answering. Perhaps Amarantha’s eye gouging had changed him, after all.

“No,” Rhys continued, folding his arms across his chest, “No, Tamlin doesn’t even know your bleeding out down here for his foolish command. Or, more appropriately, he doesn’t care.”

“Shut your fucking mouth,” Lucien snapped, some of that fire flaring in his remaining eye again.

Rhys still wasn’t used to the mechanical one. He’d spent a long time, previously, getting lost in that blazing gaze before. It wasn’t the same now.

Rhys tutted idly, rocking back on his heels, peering down at Lucien, “He doesn’t deserve your loyalty, you know.”

“And you do?” Lucien shot back, an awful disdain twisting his face.

Rhys’s jaw tightened, “I didn’t say that,” he said, smoothly.

Lucien laughed bitterly, even though it made him convulse with pain, “You meant it, though.”

He rolled onto his side, snarling with pain as he did, so that he could look Rhys full in the face as he spoke. Lucien had always been far too skilled at reading him, and he looked away, unable to bear that burning gaze.

“He didn’t deserve the sacrifice you made to stay with him,” Rhys breathed.

“Sacrifice?” Lucien repeated, “You mean you?” He laughed, the sound raw and humourless, echoing in the cavernous cell around them. It degenerated to coughing before long. “I owed him. I still do. He saved my life. He took me in after Jes. I pledged my fealty to him. You thought I’d turn away from that for your fucking dick?”

Rhys met his furious gaze once more as he said, softly, “I thought you might have turned away from it for the chance at happiness.” He rose to his feet, staring down at Lucien, something tightening within him, “But you could never let yourself have that, could you? It’s always been your most fatal flaw, Lucien. You don’t know how to let yourself be happy.”

“And you do?”he shot back.

“I could have learned,” Rhys said, very quietly, and he knew Lucien felt the sincerity in it, “For you.”

That actually shut Lucien up, for once. The only times he’d managed to achieve that before had been with decidedly more creative applications of his tongue.

“Don’t return to the party tonight,” he said, “I’ll be back here in a few hours with Feyre, and you can visit her yourself. Lie there and try not to drown in your own blood until then, won’t you?”

He turned, cloak covering Lucien in black for a moment, before pulling away, leaving him trembling on the cold stone floor.

Despite the anger that pulsed in his chest, he couldn’t leave him like that. He waved an idle finger, and Lucien’s wounds sealed themselves. Not fully. Not enough to leave Amarantha suspicious, but enough to ease his agony for now.

Lucien blinked and sat up as Rhys turned away again.

“What will she do to you if she learns of this?” he asked, very quietly.

Rhys forced himself to smile, “I doubt she’ll think of anything new. She’s not particularly creative, you know.”

“It’s still a risk,” Lucien said, gazing at him with suspicion, as if he expected some bargain, some demand for recompense.

Rhys shrugged in response, “Perhaps I think it’s worth it.”

“Why the fuck would you think that?” Lucien asked, sounding genuinely, heartbreakingly, bemused.

“Maybe I think you’re worth it,” Rhys said, more softly still.

Lucien eyed him for a long moment, pregnant with heavy silence, words they’d never spoken to one another echoing up through the lonely decades they’d spent apart.

“I’ll never understand you, Rhys,” he muttered finally, shaking his head.

“Isn’t that part of my enigmatic mystique and irresistible air?” he replied slyly.

Lucien smirked at that, “Enigmatic ego and insufferable ass, more like.”

“You found my ass quite sufferable, if memory serves,” Rhys smirked.

Lucien grinned. For a moment they weren’t trapped in this foul pit of a place. They were on the borders of Spring, Lucien’s mouth hot and insistent against his, fingers roaming beneath dark Illyrian leathers with surprising knowledge of buckle placement.

“Thank you,” Lucien said, a little too stiffly.

“I do believe that might have caused you more pain than the whipping,” Rhys quipped.

“It certainly is now, with you gloating in my face,” Lucien scowled in response.

“Take care, Little Lucien,” Rhys said, waving an idle hand back towards him as he moved to the door of the cell.

“And you, Rhys,” Lucien said, very quietly.

There was such emotion in that deep russet eye of his, that Rhys forced himself to winnow back to the party, before he did something incredibly stupid. Like kissing him.

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Thanks for the prompt!! I hope you liked it!

[rarephloxes]

I’m taking full offense that I got the killer… I literally didn’t even choose any killer-coded answers!!

but whatever my outfit is sickening!!! I have never watched 1 (one) horror movie in my life and I plan to keep it that way.

Thank you for the tag @sunlightsage bby :))))))

🏷: @clare-with-no-i, @3xc3lsior, @abraxos-and-ataraxia, @nuatthebeach and @ratabrasileira

HELP NO I FOUND A COOL LITTLE TAG GAME🤭🤭!!

find out who you are: !!!!

create your look: !!!!

#: @humanitys-strongest-bamf @keiskyutie @kenruu-sideblog @chibishae34 @leviismybby @kakujis @dacrinphilia @daikiiss @romantichomicide95 @avid-idiot @urgemii @mrskenmakozume @yamaguccitadashi @devoti @sixpennydame @chaotic-on-main @buerriberry @nkogneatho @ you who wanna do this

[dealingdifferentdevils]

Sometimes I’m ok and some other times I remember @ratabrasileira said that “a shoulder to cry is a pussy to suck” and I just don’t know how to move on..

[princessyuwa]

rhys and nesta x)

Ohhhhh booooy 2 of the most discussed characters in the fandom!

Rhysand

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life

hotness level: get away from me | meh | neutral | theoretically hot but not my type | pretty hot | gorgeous! | 10/10 would bang

hogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuff

best quality: how he stems away from the traditional aloof alpha male trope - I actually believe he is the perfect match for Feyre and how it must be great that she finally has someone who loves her without asking for much and it sounds really refreshing.

worst quality: How he keeps things to himself and doesn't think through of the consequences of how it might affect the people who care for him (ACOSF *cough*)

ship them with: Feyre and Feyre alone ❤

brotp them with: Helion, Cassian, Tarquin, Azriel, Lucien, Thesan, Kallias (I don't know I would love to see them both talking to each other about how awesome their wives are ≧▽≦ )

needs to stay away from: Tamlin, Beron, Eris, Amren

misc. thoughts: I guess I want to know more how he actually manages the conflicts in the Court of Nightmares and the Illyrian Mountains - fandom always paints him as the type to not give a flying f*ck about the people suffering at those places, but I honestly CANNOT see him turn a blind eye on it - it doesn't sound in character for him (That's more of an SJM issue than with Rhys himself)

Nesta

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life 

hotness level: get away from me | meh | neutral | theoretically hot but not my type | pretty hot | gorgeous! | 10/10 would bang 

hogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuff (an angry hufflepuff lol)

best quality: Despite her lack of ability of good verbal communication - she will be there for you whether she wants you to know it or not.

worst quality: I guess I didn't like the way she along with Elain actively alienated Feyre all their life and I'm mad that we never found out exactly why they did it (Again, that's more of an SJM issue)

ship them with: Cassian all the way!

brotp them with: Emerie, Gwyn, Azriel, Lucien, Feyre (don't come at me), Helion, Devlon (I love how afraid he is of her XD)

needs to stay away from: Amren, Elain (for the time-being a little distance would do them good), Eris (gross), Mor (I didn't like her snide comment about dumping Nesta into the Court of Nightmares)

misc. thoughts: It personally bothers me when most of her stans want her to kill Feyre or be even more mean to her youngest sister - it's like they imagine a different character in their heads. What I'm trying to say is, NESTA LOVES FEYRE SJM JUST DID A TERRIBLE JOB SHOWING IT IN ACOSF.

[elentiyawhitethorn]

🌹

Then Rhys set the glass down on the counter and walked over to Feyre. “How are you, darling?”

Feyre scowled. “What?”

“Am I not allowed to make pleasant conversation?”

“No. You got your water, now take it elsewhere.”

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Send me a 🌹 and I’ll give you a snippet

[elucienweekofficial]

AO3 Collection・Instagram・Twitter・Masterlist

📝Fics:

I Was Enchanted To Meet You by @c-e-d-dreamer

Lead Me Into the Light by @velidewrites

A Blaze in the Dark by @the-lonelybarricade

Wait for You by @tuzna-pesma-snova

Hover Corte by @areyoudreaminof

Ars Amatoria by @fieldofdaisiies

The Shot by @headcanonheadcase

Twist of Fate by @damedechance

The Fox and the Fawn by @darklove9314-blog

The Fire Won't Burn Me by @separatist-apologist

Emissaries With Benefits by @velidewrites

The Groundwork by @strawbrerian-writes

What comes after this by @bookofmirth

ivy game by @thelovelymadone

Prologue - Awakening the Flower by @wiltingxrose

Love and Light by @readingwritingwatching

🎨Art:

Elucien WIP by @artbysue

Elain and Lucien by @kaelderdoer

Courtiers by @devilsnightz

Autumn Court ball art by @vivictory-draws

Elucien in the Winter Court - comissioned by @amandapearls and artist @hatchatwork

Elain and Lucien art by @jmoonjones

Elucien Art by @brielyasmin

"Hello, messenger" by @ratabrasileira

Elain and Lucien comissioned by @foreverinelysian and artist @feymaid

Enchanted Elucien comissioned by @separatist-apologist and artist @/kolumnist_

Courtier Outfits by @cursebrkr

𝐸𝓁𝒶𝒾𝓃 & 𝐿𝓊𝒸𝒾𝑒𝓃 comissioned by @acourtdelaluna and artist @/darya.mist.art

Courtiers commissioned by @sanktadu and artist @/nysasteller

Elucien art by @/s.w.e.n.n

🎶Misc:

C-O-U-R-T-I-E-R-S by @acourtofthought

Elucien at Day Court by @princesswiththeshotgun

Courtiers moodboard by @velidewrites

Academic Rivals AU imagine by @vulpes-fennec

Courtier headcanons by @lidiacervos

Elucien traveling connections by @acourtofthought

Elucien Quotes: 1, 2, 3, 4 by @ofduskanddreams

Courtier Analysis by @acourtofthought

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If we missed one of your contributions, kindly reach out to one of our event runners!

🎨: mallorydraws

[story-scribbler]

so.

i have returned, albeit for a very short period of time, but for now, here’s chapter 3 of (un)welcome back? only an AO3 link for now, eventually I’ll post properly on tumblr.

*also kindly ignore the tense change from past to present, i have no energy to go back and fix the other chapters*

taglist (sorry if this is just a spam notification for you guys, i’m working off of tags from two years ago, so just message me if you want to be removed)

@feysand-loml @scatterbrainedgirl @thecrispypotatochip @highladysith @charincharge @angelofmusic81 @suppengott @ousttwothirty @thebonecarver @feysandandnyxsworld @rhysandswingspan @angelofmusic81 @tillyrubes10 @live-the-fangirl-life @rapunzel1523 @inejsarrow @fireheartwhitethorn4ever @qu33nofroses3 @pagemasters @nicolivesinbooks @elentiyawhitethorn

@ratabrasileira @amaranthas-whores @tsedkilove

[rarephloxes]

do u know how to play piano? 👁️👄👁️

oi xuxuuuu 🤍🤍🤍🤍

yes!!! actually i do!!! I love it v much 🥺 i’m not the greatest ever on it, but!!! i’ve been improving and i feel like this is one of those things that will accompany me forever, u kno? God knows it helps me a lot when i’m stressed. I’m currently learning two waltzes (le bleu denube and waltz in A minor) and i’m thoroughly regretting it lol my pinky wants to murder me. Do you play any instruments as well? I tried to learn the guitar during the pandemic but didn’t stick with it 😕

[kayrakhan]

Neko!Feyre

I AM SO TEMPTED TO DO A FEYRE BODY PILLOW LIKE THIS SFJJSD but my friends make enough fun of me for having watched beastars, I can't be labelled as a furry at this young age IM SO SORRY T-T

[elidelochans]

elucien & eris 😌

Oh I'm about this. Just autumn, flowers, and Sasa 😌 I'll cut you down with words 😌

Thank you babes 🧡🧡🧡

Three characters that describe me