I'd Suggest Reading It, But Don't Get Attached To Most Of The Side Characters.

Spain!

I leave in-holy shit two hours to go to New York then Spain for my Spring break! Sadly, I cannot bring my computer with me or Tumblr, but once I get back, I might post pictures I took. Oh my gods, I am so fucking nervous. But, bye Tumblr, I will see you all on the 27th!

You are a Chrochan Witch, best friends with Celeana, first kiss with Celaena, married to Sam, enemies with Sam, and killed by Sam. ......... I have no words. I'm happy that I'm a witch and best friends with Celeana, but why?????

Bookish Click and Drag Games - [4/?] - Throne of Glass

“Libraries were full of ideas–perhaps the most dangerous and powerful of all weapons.” To play click on the gif and drag to the side.

Maybe?

So, i just started re-reading Empire of Storms and in Chapter One, Lorcan mentions his, “senses he inherited from his prick of a father”. Maybe his father is a valg prince, or somethings similar, because he says he is guided by Hellas, and that he has dark powers. This may be kinda unrelated, but what if Erawan is Lorcan’s father, and Lorcan has to sacrifice himself to defeat Earawn?

STOP!!!! FIRST LYRIA NOW AELIN! I CANT HANDLE THIS!

Rowan and Lyria

warning : meant for feels, high feels, be careful 

song you should definitely listen to while reading this : Take Me To Church - Hozier

please enjoy this heart breaking tale of Rowan and Lyria

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Rowan smiled at his mate. His world. His everything. She was perfection incarnate and he could ask the gods for nothing more. Her eyes twitched and the smile that grew on her face when she saw Rowan, made his day just that much better,

“Rowan” Lyria smiled and she gestured him through the threshold. Her smile could light up the deepest pit of Darkness and Rowan was glad she was his.

Rowan walked through the threshold of their home. It wasn’t a house. Without her it would have been a house. With his mate, it was a home. Rowan slowly stripped himself of his blades and he sat behind his mate.

Wrapping his lean arms around her like a spell of protection brought warmth to both of their hearts. He held her chin gently and kissed her smiling. He rubbed her temple and Lyria hummed softly.

“Lyria, don’t do that” Rowan pressed his thumb to her lips. Lyria grinned and she bit the tip of Rowan’s thumb and that was all it took the Fae Prince to growl. And to blow out the candles Lyria had previously been looking at. 

—-

Rowan Whitethorn smiled as he brushed Lyria’s tawny hair. His mate was still panting and it made him growl in satisfaction. He sighed and placed one hand behind his hand and stared up at the night sky.

In between the many private rounds with his mate, they had somehow ended up outside. Lyria smiled and she kissed Rowan’s chest and pointed out the constellations. “Do you ever wonder, Ro, what it’s like not to be able to see everything differently?” Her mind was deeper than Hell and it made Rowan smile. He kissed her temple and he thought for a moment. Her questions were always hard to answer, but he liked them that way. “Through Fae eyes, you mean? I think everything would still hold colors. But it would seem a lot grayer” “I think it would look white. Peaceful but bland” Lyria smiled. She kissed Rowan slowly and ran her fingers through his silver hair. Lyria laughed as the Fae Prince growled again and rolled them over in the grass and blankets. 

“Is Gavriel still joining us for-” Lyria laughed at the look of dominance that passed over Rowan’s face. She kissed him softly and rolled over, her smooth back gracing the stars.

“I know” Lyria gave a huge sigh. She bent down and kissed Rowan again, then brushed his soft lips. “Not other male’s name on my lips when we do this” “Correct” Rowan couldnt help but smile as he took his mate under the stars. Then the rising sun. He could live his immortal life when Lyria by his side. And he would.

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At least Rowan thought he would. Maeve called him in more and more. Lyria got more and more distant. He tried to come home every night, but some trips lasted weeks.

Like his last one. This one had taken two months. And every waking and sleeping moment he had thought of his mate. Gavriel teased him whenever he wasn’t in brooding mountain lion form. 

Lorcan was a silent brood. Vaughn and the twins were rarely around. It was torturous. His friends were his brothers. But his mate - she was everything. Rowan watched while his brothers needed every woman who gave them two looks and three shakes of their hips.

He watched as his brothers drank everything with a tang. He watched his brothers have fun. But he knew, he knew because he had one himself, that mates made it truly worth winning.

“Stop sulking” Gavriel had wrapped his arm around Rowan’s neck. Rowan turned his nose up and he shrugged him had. He sent his friend on his way and watched him disappeared with a dark skinned beauty.

Rowan had sighed and he had counted down the days until they were finally down taking down a anti-Maeve rebel group from the inside out. So when it was sunset and Rowan walked up to his threshold, he waited for his mate to hum and whisper his name.

And when she didn’t, Rowan carefully stepped through the threshold. “Lyria? Lyria?” He dropped his weapons down on the table made for them. He undid his weapons belt and dropped it on the ground. 

Silence. It was too quiet. “Lyria!” Rowan’s voice raised with worry. He walked over to before their fireplace and didn’t see his mate. He stomped around the house, screaming for her.

Rowan felt his heart and all his internal organs jump through his throat when he saw her. “Lyria…?” Rowan knelt before her. He held her chin, her too cold chin, in his large palm. “Lyria…wake up?” 

Rowan paled when he looked down. He held back a horrible sob. How had he not noticed? How had Prince Rowan Whitethorn not noticed his mate was pregnant?

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“LYRIA” Rowan screamed. He’d been screaming since the sun had set. Since darkness over took him and his dead mate. And his dead unborn child. The horrors done to his world were too terrible to ever speak of again.

As the sun rose, Rowan picked up his mate first. He had no bile left in him to retch up as he saw his unborn child. The bastards that had done it had carved out his child and then tortured his mate.

Rowan’s arms shook as he carried Lyria around their home. He fell to his knees once he was a few meters into the forrest. His silver hair was matted with bile and blood. Lyria’s blood.

“Lyria…I’m so sorry” Rowan’s voice cracked. And he began to dig. He dug for hours and hours. Hours until he was sure this was what his mate deserved. Scratch that. Lyria deserved to be alive. To be holding their child as Rowan made sure she was okay in every sense. 

Instead he had been on Maeve’s orders, halfway across the country. This was his fault. Rowan whispered those four words as he lowered his mate into the ground. He made sure her beautiful body was wrapped in her favorite blanket. 

He bent down and kissed where her eyes were hidden under the blanket. He brushed her forehead gently and he sat there for a few minutes, praying to whatever gods he could remember to have mercy on his mate.

Then Rowan Whitethorn went back for his child. He was able to retch again and he nearly passed out at the sight. He tore a blanket into four pieces. He slowly wrapped his child and held him as if he were alive. 

Rowan brushed where his eyes should be as well. He held his child for ten minutes as he sat in Lyria’s rocking chair. “I name you Eleos. I name you after the god of forgiveness. I hope one day you and your mother will forgive me” Rowan kissed his son’s head and he got up. He went back to Lyria’s burial and he place their son on her stomach. He kissed Eleos one last time. He looked away as the wind blew and covered the hole with dirt. Rowan cut his palm and he let his blood flow.

Rowan Whitethorn struggled to his feet. He stumbled back to his house. It was no longer a home. Rowan knelt down before all he had hoped for in life. And he set it into flames. He stood on the threshold as he watched his house burn into ashes.

And then he made them blow away. They were gone, along with his heart.  —– Rowan strapped his weapons belt around him tightly. He flipped his blades as he strapped them onto his body. He shifted into a hawk and circled around the barren stretch of land. Then he loved and soared all the way to Doranelle. To Maeve. His Queen.

An hour later he knelt before Maeve and begged her to take away the pain. The beautiful Fae Queen knelt before Rowan and kissed his cheeks. “Let your pain be gone my brave warrior. And let you forget this with due time. Join me?” When Maeve held out her hand, Rowan took it. Sealing his fate. 

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Rowan looked at his worn green eyes in the mirror. He took a shaky breath. Maeve had promised no more pain. She had promised he would forget. Rowan did not want to forget. Did not want to forget what his carelessness did.

So Rowan picked up the needle. And he dipped it in the ink. And Rowan began to tattoo his story. His story of the girl selling flowers in Doranelle. His story of his love and his mate. His story of his struggles. 

When Rowan got down to the bottom of his side, his story ended. He told it all in the ink, in the ancient language.

Rowan Whitethorn would not forget. 

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He hardly recognised her. They were her eyes, it was her hair- as limp and dirty as it was- and it was her face. But it wasn’t Aelin.

She was curled up in the corner of the cell- if it could be called that- her back to the wall. Her eyes were open, but they were not seeing him.

‘Aelin.’ Rowan whispered, crouching down. ‘Please.’ He had been here for minutes now, minutes too long, and each passing second was another second he could be caught in, caught and dragged up to Maeve, to be used and tortured for her own fun and to hurt Aelin more. ‘I would prefer Celaena to this. Please.’

He had seen her broken before. Seen her drunk and lost and hurt. But none of that- it was nothing compared to this. When Aelin had gone last time, there was Celaena, the mask that hid everything while flaunting it in others faces. But now, even that mask had been cracked beyond repair.

This was his mate. His mate, and he had no clue what to do to help her. In all his years, Rowan had never felt so helpless.

An alarm sounded above them, raised voices, and Rowan clenched his fists. This was expected- in all honesty he thought they would realise he was there sooner- but he had thought he would get in, grab his mate and leave again. He didn’t expect…this.

‘Aelin.’ He tried again. ‘Fireheart.’

A blink, and he thought it was a reaction- until all she did was roll over to face the wall. 

Her back.

He couldn’t take his eyes off her back. She had lost so much weight, and he had seen the new scars and bruises that covered her arms, had seen the rags that barely passed for clothes. But her back.

He had known her scars by heart. Each one had been a reminder- that she had survived, she had survived and found him and was strong. But those scars were now hidden by newer ones, harsh red lines that were barely healed. He had kissed every one of her scars one, and they had gone.

‘Aelin.’ His voice broke on the word, and he hated himself for it. Because this was his fault. She was his mate, his wife, Queen of a court that wanted-needed- her back, and he hadn’t protected her. It should be him in the cell, not her. ‘We need to go.’

Slowly, as if every movement caused her pain, she put her hands over her ears.

She didn’t believe him. Didn’t believe he was actually there- how many times had she cried out for him to rescue her, how many times had she thought she had seen his face, heard his voice, when it wasn’t real.

He was as much a torturer than Maeve, in her head at least.

He rested his head against the bars, his hands gripping them as if he could pull them apart. He wished he could, but he also wished it was Maeve head in his hands that he was crushing, breaking, ruining as she had Aelin.

He never thought he could truly hate Maeve. But now… He would break her entire court apart for revenge. For Aelin.

‘Rowan.’

He shut his eyes, pulling himself back together before standing and facing the other fae male who once had been a sort of friend. Until this. ‘Fenrys.’

‘She knows you are here.’

Maeve knew everything that was going on in her realm. ‘So are you going to drag me back up to her? Whip me like you have my Queen?’

Rowan might have been imagining it, but he was sure the other Fae flinched. ‘You know that wasn’t me.’

‘You didn’t stop it.’ A snarl.

‘How was I meant to, when she ordered me to stand still and watch? I did everything I could to help her.’

‘It’s not enough, Fenrys.’

A pause, the males staring at each other, refusing to be the first to look away. Then:

‘She ordered me to find you. Not to bring her back.’

‘It would have been implied. Or she’s watching to see what you do.’

‘I don’t care.’ His jaw tightened. ‘I don’t care. I was with your queen long enough, Rowan, to learn to care about her. She was more a friend to us than we have had in…forever. So I don’t care.’

‘Then let me take her away.’

‘I can’t.’

‘Another order?’

‘Yes.’ Fenrys frowned. ‘But…she didn’t say I couldn’t.’

If Rowan could, he would have smiled. Years ago, none of them would have gone against Maeve’s word, implied or not. Yet now…they were all doing what little they could. He didn’t know what was worse; them following orders and being safer, or them rebelling and getting punished. Fenrys would suffer for this…but Aelin came first.

‘Bring her to me.’ Rowan laid out a plan carefully, telling the other male to meet him after sundown. ‘And Fenrys?’

‘What?’

‘If you don’t bring her, I will do everything in my power to destroy this place. With all of you in it’. He walked away without another word.

And then he waited. It was only hours, short hours compared to his long life, but each minute felt like a day, and before the sun had even disappeared, he had thought of every terrible ending to this day.

Maeve could find out. It could be a trap. Maeve could find out. She could kill Aelin- to get back at him. Fenrys could back out. Maeve could find out.

But then he saw his…friend, walking over the hill with a bundle in his arms. A bundle that looked so small, too small to be his mate.

But it was.

Rowan remembered a long time ago, when he had carried her in the same way. Before he knew her,before he saw her as what she was. Princess, survivor, warrior. Part of her had hated him back then. Hate…hate had been better than what this was. The emptiness. The…nothing.

Fenrys thrust her at him when he arrived. ‘Take her.’ He said. ‘Far away, for years. Dont…let the world know where she is. Don’t even let her court know. Or Maeve will find out and come after both of you.’

There were shadows in his eyes, a fear for them and for himself. ‘Fenrys. What will she do to you?’

‘I don’t know.’ A smile. ‘Think about yourself, Rowan. Not me.’

No one deserved the punishments Maeve dealt out. Not for this,not for anything. ‘If you ever get away from her, Fenrys, if you run or she sets you free, there will a place at our court for you.’

Hope, Rowan had learnt, was as powerful in war as any blade was. Hope kept everyone fighting, wanting more, wanting different. Hope was dangerous, but Fenrys needed it. Because even Rowan wondered if he would ever see the male again.

Rowan wrapped his arms around his mate, tucking her into his chest and turned away. She still hadn’t responded, and a part of Rowan’s heart broke. But she was there, in his arms, safe. He just needed to do something to bring her back to him.

And for  Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, Queen of Terrasen and his wife, Prince Rowan Whitethorn would do anything.

Because Fae Feyre is alive, but human Feyre is dead, and we forget that human Feyre even existed

sometimes I think SJMaas wouldn’t kill off any member of the inner circle but then I remember that she found a way to kill off the narrator of a book without switching POVs and made that shit work and i realize she has no lines she will not cross

Try saying Lord Lorcan Lochan five times fast xD

Sassy Elide moments that will *hopefully* be in tog6 Featuring Flabbergasted and Annoyed Lorcan

-She’s holding a huge grudge okay who wouldn’t her Queen was taken like 8 seconds after they were Reunited -Elide looks innocent but she’s saltier than the motherfucking Pasific Ocean -it starts out when they’re on their way to Terassin after Ellywe, and Elide just glares so hard at him from across the deck of the boat. Aedion watches because it keeps him distracted from screaming at Lysandra or diving into the ocean to find Aelin. -so one day Elide needs something and she gets up and begins to hobble cross the deck and Lorcan braces her leg. And she just. Sits down immediately. Wherever she is she just sits down like “I don’t need your fuckin help you shit” and he just Glares and takes the brace away. -another day it happens again and she’s carrying food. She just fuckin plonks down in the middle of like, 4 men and they’re like ???? Weirdo. She’s v proud of herself. -when they get to land she’s sat down randomly 37 times. Lorcan is desperate for her forgiveness. He’s also pissed because she’s being Childish. -they freaking stink so much from being at sea for however long. So Elide marches determinedly with her limp alongside Aedion until they get to a clearing to set up camp and bathe in a creek. -miss It’s Just a Body Elide Lochan immediately strip and jumps in the freezing lake and bathes as best she can -when she gets out she wraps a blanket around herself and washes her clothes. -lorcan waltzes up and begins undressing. Elide Tries Not To Look and continues washing her clothes. Lorcan. Is. Naked. And. Very. Sexy. -she storms off and demands where her tent is. She’s sharing with Aelin!Lysandra and she’s cool with that. -the next morning Gavriel shows her how to skin and gut a rabbit. He let’s her try and she cuts herself. Gavriel heals her with an easy smile and a congratulations on doing well. Lorcan is Glaring at them. -a few weeks pass, and Elide has only gotten more stubborn and salty. -“Gavriel tell the Brute dinner is ready” -“Aedion, tell Lorcan to pass me some more meat” -“I wish people didn’t betray their supposed friends” -she accidently drops a log on Lorcan’s head, “Oops,” -but lorcan is just. A mess inside. And stares longingly at her. And fuckin gavriel says, “Just apologize you stubborn prick” -lorcan is noping so hard at that. He’s p much death himself. -elide hears all this btw and makes a mental promise to herself not. To. Crack if he apologies. -for the next few days while they’re venturing to ornyth lorcan attempts to help her by bracing her ankle but she just purposely limps so he stops and he tries to converse with her but she ignores him or is like, “Aedion, you hear something pal???” -and aedion is so grateful for the dramatics bc he needs a distraction bc he feels sad abt Aelin and guilty for yellin at Lysandra -elide feels so empowered by angering this 500 year old warrior and making him beg for it. -ONE NIGHT it’s particularly hot and Elide is wearing only pants and a sleeveless tunic top and Oh m y go d Lorcan is trying so hard not to stare at her chest or her throat and collar bones bc she’s pulled her hair up with a leather strap -he’s kinda breathless because she’s beautiful -gavriel comes over to elide and is like, “U know you’re torturing Lorcan right?” -“uh huh,” GAVRIEL IS LAUGHING -lorcan is frustrated and storms away to splash cold water over his head bc she’s so dreamy -anyway, elide sees him vanish, so she follows him bc she wants to yell at someone (preferably Lorcan the Loser) -she sees him kneeling by the river, splashing water on himself, and leans against the three because honestly her ankle is killing her. -moments after she thinks this, a brace wraps around it. She begrudgingly thanks him and walks towards him -he stands up and looks down at her bc he’s TALL AF and she’s a short cutie pie. “You’ve finally decided to talk to me?” -“it’s your fault my queen and king are gone, lorcan,” -“I know, Elide, I know.” -“i trusted you. I believed you.“ -“elide-” -“I wanted you to come to Perranth with me,” ngl elide is crying now. She feels betrayed and emotional and just kind of empty inside. She was beginning to fall for Lorcan, despite his mean and brooding ways. -“I still want to go with you, if you’ll let me,” his voice is hushed and full of emotion, which IS STARTLING -“I don’t know if I can forgive you for what you did, Lorcan,” -“let me make it up to you, Elide, please.” He pauses, as if finding the right words, “I’ve been alive for five hundred years, and never once in those years has someone lie you come into my life. I don’t want to loose you,” -she’s crying p hard and he just hugs her and she let’s him and she buries her face in his chest and sobs because she was finally reunited w her queen and now everything is Hopeless and she’s pretty sure she’s in love with an Emotionless Ass -“please don’t cry, Elide,” -they eventually sit in the grass and stare at the full moon and don’t talk and then lorcan turns to her, and he stares long enough that she turns to him too and he just says, “I’m sorry,” -and she breaks. She starts crying again and moves closer to him and he wraps an arm around her and he kisses her head and holds her until she stops crying -it’s been weeks and she’s seen firsthand how much he’s been trying to help with getting Aelin back and helping Terassin even if he hurt her and a lot of other people. -she pulls away and looks up at him, and she sees so much Emotion in his face that her breath catches and he ducks his head down -and she just freezes as he kisses her cheek, her jaw, her throat, her collarbone, his sharp canines brushing against her flushed skin -lorcan growls when he smells her scent and her body’s reaction to him, and then she pulls his face up and kisses his cheek, and jaw and throat and he’s like o h m y g o d w h a t -he cups her face and kisses her softly, and she nearly growls when his hands grip her waist and they’re kissing in earnest now -she’s flustered and feeling things she’s never felt and he’s growling as he lies her back on the grass and braces his weight on his elbows beside her head, his body covering hers. -she keeps running her hands up his back because d a m n s o n he’s so muscular -he pulls away to look at her face and she nods at him, so he unlaces the front of her tunic and pulls it off and omg he’s so breathless when he begins to touch her breasts and when he takes her nipple into his mouth she just. Loses it. -she grips her hair and tugs and is panting and writhing and he begins to kiss his way down her stomach to her pants and she doesn’t know what to do with herself as he nips and licks her skin omg -he stops when she gasps his name, worried he’s going too far and goes to pull away but she grips his shoulders and snaps, “If you stop I’ll kill you myself” -lorcan laughs. He fucking laughs and continues. And elide is a panting mess as he does things to her body she’s never felt and she has to clamp a hand over her mouth when shockwaves of pleasure shoot through her body and she’s shaking and convulsing against the ground. -lorcan lies next to her on his side and presses against her and she feels how much he wants her against her hip and she just. Touches him without knowing what she’s doing and he swears so loudly she stops and pulls her hand away. -lorcan growls and pulls her hand back and decides to show her what to do after asking permission. So he shows her how to grip him and curls his own hand over hers and gives her all directions -and elide is watching between his face and their hands on him because ??? He’s a brute warrior undone by a nineteen year old woman’s touch like??? She feels so powerful -afterwards they wash off in the lake and she blushes, realizing what just happened. And he tells her there’s nothing to be ashamed of. And then they kiss and go back to camp and everyone just rolls their eyes and minds their own business. -elide shares a tent with Lorcan that night, and she feels warm and safe -skipping to after the war (see my tog6 predictions) -elide, even though she’s pretty much forgiven him, freaks out when she learns she’s Lorcan’s mate like ??? Oh my g o d. But after a few weeks she’s like yeah okay cool -they do the do and elide is SO protective and possessive of Lorcan it’s hilarious. Lysandra looks at him? Elide glares and snaps at her. A court female touches his arm? She punched that bitch in the face. -lorcan feels So Loved and mushy and. He just feels and smiles so much more now. It’s honestly unnerving. -and they finally get married, and it’s a wild emotional Rollercoaster. -they get to Perranth, and they are Lady Elide Lochan and Lord Lorcan Lochan and they’re happy and healthy and everything is okay and I’m crying

Oh my god! This is me! I never really liked Cal to begin with, and I was starting to like him, but nope.

Me at the end of King’s Cage.

In Iceland, books are exchanged on Christmas Eve, and you spend the rest of the night reading. People generally take their books to bed along with some chocolate. How cozy and wonderful does that sound? (More fun facts: Iceland publishes more books per capita than any other country, and new books are typically published only during the Christmas season—the frenzy is called Jólabókaflóð, or the Christmas Book Flood.)

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I think I found a new tradition…

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Yes, lets!

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Ahhhh let’s go!

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The funny thing is, a few years ago, my family started a tradition where we get a secret santa and give books to the people we got, and its only me and my dad who are Irish

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OMG I WOULD GET SO MANY COOL BOOKS (there I go again only thinking about myself. but seriously, you were thinking it too.)

Thats how I thought last year, and then I got a book that i'll never read