Hello! I'm Asikaia! I love reading, playing video games, drawing and writing. My favorite books (if you haven't guessed by looking at my blog) are any Sarah J. Maas books, and many many more, my all-time favorite video game has to belong to Skyrim (although Horizon: Zero Dawn is really close). If you want to find out more about me, I have a Wattpad under the same name, where you can also find my stories! And, if you haven't guessed, my favorite artist is Halsey.
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Latest Posts by throneofskyrim-blog - Page 7
I was not prepared for the title. Yesterday, I was sooo happy to finally get the title, now I'm wishing I had time to build up my mental shield again.
A Court of Wings and Ruin….
Umm
Wings
Cassian’s Wings
Rhys Mama and Sister wings that could be in Tam’s bedroom…
Rhys Wings
Feyre Wings
Ruin
Spring Court
All the courts
Hybern
The wall
Mortal Lands
ACOWAR
This means war..
SJM about to fuck all of us up yet again..
Aelin Ashryver Galathinius from the Throne of Glass series in dragon form
I THINK ITS A COURT OF WAR AND REVENGE! I may be wrong but still! And its going to be revealed tomorrow!
THE ACOMAF REVEAL WAS BLUE. GUYS THE BOOK IS GOING TO BE BLACK.
I am just a few inches shorter than Aelin. Wow.
Thats where I heard her name! When reading ACOMAF, I remembered Morrigan at the back of my mind but couldn't remember where!
The character known as Mor, Morrigan, in ACOMAF reminded me of something.
The Morrigan is known as the Celtic Goddess of Death. I wonder if Sarah J Maas had this in mind. Probably, we all know she’s brilliant.
“As a helper to and teacher of mages, she is the falcon who guides the hunter to his/her goal. Falcons too have been used as a way to send messages. In all cases, the message that she sends is that another world awaits.”
“Usually she is a subtle mist, but on the battlefield, she is storm clouds and thunder, the hag screaming for the dead, and the black death-horse which gallops through the sky carrying its newly deceased rider.”
I wonder what her role will be in the next book.
hmmmm…
OR MAYBE TRUMP IS THE NEXT MAEVE......
Hang in there, guys. We will pull through. :)
I've gotta say Aelin xD
Tag yourself I’m Manon and Rowan
Excatly what I was thinking! When Re-reading ACOTAR, I came across that and thought that!
ACOTAR 3 THEORY
So I have this terrible theory…. when thinking about the drawers for each of the sisters that Feyre painted in their cottage in the mortal lands. Each of the drawers reflect a high fae so far (Elaine-flower-Lucien/Spring Court & Feyre-stars-Rhysand/Night Court). What if Nesta’s fire that Feyre painted is foreshadowing a mating bond with a high fae of Autumn Court…… my mind goes to a character we have already met somewhat. The high fae that Mor was betrothed to; why else would he be mentioned in both books of the series and his cruel behavior be highlighted (outside of development for Lucien and Mor). This would lead to Cassian and Nesta perhaps choosing each other after Nesta rejected a “sacred bond” rather than being forced together. This has been something I thought of for a long time and kind of hoped someone else would comment on too.
I noticed that a few weeks ago re-playing it also xD. I just march through and I see the subtitles with his name and stop dead and stare at him xD
I was playing Skyrim remastered on the Ps4 earlier and look what this guy’s name is. 😅🙄
Where can I buy my own Fae male????
where can i buy a dorian dehavilliard
Halloween
So, is anyone else dressing up as Throne of Glass or A Court of Thorns and Roses characters? I am! I'm dressing up as an Illyrian, complete with wings and everything.
Oh god, I might be a bit better at writing than drawing, but I don't think I can write something EVERY day!!!!
Inktober is ending, nanowrimo begins. the artists breathe a sigh of relief, the writers begin to scream.
That is not true xD. It wouldn't ruin my self esteem, you'd just piss me off so much.
WHY YOU SHOULD TOTALLY GET THE SIGNS MAD
Aries: It’s funny as hell running for ur life!!!
Taurus: There’s a reason why bull fighting is Spain’s favorite sport….olé
Gemini: It’s funny watching their personality fall apart as they try to figure out how to deal with their anger
Cancer: People angry sobbing is pretty entertaining to watch
Leo: You have totally ruined their self esteem and sense of worth
Virgo: Being blackmailed is a great way to start everyday
Libra: It’s a good way of showing their true colors
Scorpio: You shouldn’t
Sagittarius: Good excuse to avoid them
Capricorn: You shouldn’t, it’s boring and annoying
Aquarius: Fearing for your life is a once in a lifetime experience
Pisces: They were being shitty anyways so now is a good time to drop them
STOP GIVING SARAH IDEAS!!!! WE DONT NEED THIS TO HAPPEN!!
They come from a realm of eternal darkness and ice and wind???
Rowan’s powers???? Ice and wind???
I don’t think he’s valg because he doesn’t have the scent or the gold eyes, or pitch-black eyes, but…what is this????
Woooooow. 'How to ask a girl out'. Good job people.
How-to questions each US state Googles more frequently than any other state.
More Google search maps >>
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
–
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.
—
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?
—
“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.
—
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.
I am re-reading it also and I get through it by imagining Tamlin is Rhys. Its easier xD
Rereading ACOTAR is much less fun after ACOMAF
There’s no Inner Circle Much less Feysand No Feysand smut Lots of Feylin More Feylin (blah)
CUTENESS!!!! WHERE CAN I GET MY OWN BABY GROOT??
Baby Groot (◠‿◠✿)
I wanted Night Court! I got Winter Court
Anyone else part of the Day Court?
Take the test here
Stop it! EoS has already shattered me! Don't do it again!
HOW TO DEPRESS A FANDOM IN TWO WORDS.
Sam Cortland
ACOTAR FANDOM On Halloween
Dumb Person: Why are you wearing Bat Wings? Are you supposed to be a vampire?
Me: No, I'm supposed to be an Illyrian.
Dumb Person: What's that?
Me: *attempts to not lose it & maim this un-read idiot*
Maeve was reaaaaaaaaly fucked up. Lets forget about Lyria for awhile and think how fucked up she is and how happy we'll be if Aelin destroys her.
I WILL NEVER GET OVER THE FACT THAT....
LYRIA AND HER TRUE MATE NEVER MET. AND THAT HE WILL BE FOREVER ALONE AND NOT KNOWING WHY.
@the-night-court I keep trying to convince my mom too, and she's only read The Assassin and the Healer from The Assassin's Blade
Me and my family: *goes to zoo and sees bat exhibit*
Me: “Hi Rhysand!!!!”
My family: ????
Wow. The Leo one kinda made me laugh, I could see someone doing that to me xD. But the others, just why?
the signs as 50 shades of grey quotes
Aries: “Welcome,” he said, shoving my hair hard, “to the butt room.”
Taurus: “No way,” I cried out orgasmically. “No way, no way, no way.”
Gemini: “When I woke up Christian Grey had somehow gotten an entire orange into my mouth.”
Cancer: “Say it,” he commanded. “Yankity Spankity.” “Louder.”
Leo: “He gently handcuffed me to the parking meter. “Bye.”
Virgo: “The helicopter was built for sex, I observed sexily. You could lie across the seats or recline them.”
Libra: “Christian Grey picked up the long black thing and started working my zone. It was bananas.”
Scorpio: “The sex feelings flooded my body like a charging herd of itty, bitty elephants. We’re talking small.”
Sagittarius: “Do I afraid you?” Christian Grey asked, licking his eyebrow.”
Capricorn: “It’s a Murphy Bed,” he explained. “Maybe one day we could leave it up and have sex in the walls.”
Aquarius: “Christian Grey mashed on my area with the meat of his hand. “Do you like that, you woman?”
Pisces: “Hey,” I asked “Didn’t you used to be a vampire?”
Source: [x]
I had a black cat that we sadly had to put down last year, but she was the sweetest thing on Earth. She would immediately cuddle up to you once you sat down, purr and drool on you.
fact, black cats are less likely to be adopted because of superstition. re blog if you love these little bundles of fur just as much as any other kitty.