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The Fire-breathing bitch-queen herself clothed in her flames.I got the idea for this after watching

The Fire-breathing bitch-queen herself clothed in her flames.

I got the idea for this after watching The Ancient Magus’ Bride (highly recommend, by the way). If you’ve seen it you know which scene I mean. 


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togincorrectquotes:

Aelin: I guess you could say I’ve…fallen for you *winks*

Rowan: You literally just rolled down an entire flight of stairs, how are you even alive-

pessimisticlatte:

Rowan: Fireheart, why are there scratches on your back?


Aelin,afterbeingexplicitlytoldbyRowannottotryandpataferalcat: I’m having an affair

Aedion in the distance:*facepalms*

negativenesta:

Aelin: *sneaks in through window at 3 am*

Aedion, turning on the lights and turning around in his chair: So where were you?

Aelin: Uh…with Rowan?

Rowan, turning around in his own chair: Want to try again?

I recently watched the first season of the Tangled tv series and I wanted to try to draw Aelin and Rowan in that sort of style.

I post more frequently on Instagram if you want to follow my art. You can find me at evalesco5

Aelin: my beautiful prince, I would cross oceans and move mountains for you. I would fly into darkness if I knew it would make you happy.

Rowan: can I have some chocolate?

Aelin: I’m sorry but this is, unfortunately, my chocolate

Aelin: well, I guess you could say I’ve fallen for you

Rowan: you just fell down seven flights of stairs, how are you even alive?

Aelin: you look nice, I want to kiss you

Rowan:what?

Aelin: I SAID IF YOU DIED I WOULDN’T MISS YOU

Rowan: what are you looking at?

Aelin, taking a buzzfeed quiz to find out what type of cake she is:drugs

Aelin: maybe if we set this on fire…

Rowan: no, yeah, that’s a no

Aelin: the party’s boring, let’s go home

Rowan: fireheart, this is a funeral.

Aelin: ‘I’m sorry’ and ‘my bad’ mean the same thing, unless you’re at a funeral

Rowan: aelin, it’s 2am, please go to sleep

Aelin: did it hurt

Rowan: *sigh* when I fell from heaven

Aelin: no, from the vending machine

Rowan:

Aelin: cause you a snac

throneofhavilliard:

Rowan: i want to show you a picture from last night that really upset me

Aelin: okay, but in my defence, Dorian bet me 50 bucks i couldn’t drink all that shampoo

Rowan: that’s not what i wanted to–

Rowan: YOU DRANK SHAMPOO?

Rowan: you’re blocking the view

Aelin: I am the view

rowanwhitethornisbae:

Hey! I know its been a while so click on the master list if you want to catch up or even start. Im going to try to start updating more frequently in the next few months. Thanks to everyone for reading!!

TW: Language, drinking, sexual references, blood

Faking It Masterlist

Aelin woke with a start to the sound of her phone ringing.

“Shit.” She swore, quickly realizing she must’ve fallen asleep after her conversation with Fenrys. She hung up on the call, silencing that obnoxious ringing as she sat up in bed. Aelin hadn’t bothered to check who it was, but she knew she’d figure it out if she went back downstairs.

It was probably Lysandra, calling to make sure Aelin wasnt already passed out drunk somewhere. It wouldn’t be the first time. Groaning internally, she picked herself up off the bed. Despite her falling asleep, the duvet covers looked unruffled. Still, she fluffed the pillow briefly in an attempt to ease her own discomfort at sleeping in Dorian’s room.

With one last look to confirm that the room appeared undisturbed, Aelin closed the door shut behind her. She made it halfway down the staircase when the exhaustion hit her. It was a familiar feeling, like when you were abruptly waken from sleep to attend a six am practice at school. Still, she clung extra hard onto the railing for a moment in order to gain her bearings once again.

As her eyes finally focused, she could make out the throng of high schoolers in the living room below her. Her eyes adjusted to the colourful lights as she scanned the area for a familiar face. She saw Lorcan first, and then Rowan beside him, the latter scowling. At first it didn’t seem odd, Rowan was always scowling at something. She took another few steps down the stairs, and with closer examination, realized something was wrong. 

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