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Rowan Whitethorn from the Throne of Glass series.
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I was recently exploring a small grove of Hawthorn trees, and I was excited to find a particular stand of them that are in the process of being transformed by the helical twist of a Honeysuckle Vine. While I am a bit saddened to see them dealing with such a voracious vine, I also trust in the strength of the Whitethorn, and in the balance of nature.
I will continue to watch over these trees, caring for them in small ways and beholding their transformation. Should one of them die, I will harvest the spiral boughs with reverence and gratitude, and in the meantime, I will propitiate them and occasionally take spines. After all, these thorns don't just come from a Hawthorn, but a naturally spiraled Hawthorn, which makes them particularly special.
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Queen Aelin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius
I think this is going to be my hardest one yet to tell you about, she has had and continues to have such a big piece of my heart. When I first was convinced to read the Throne of Glass series I never knew what impact it would have on me, yet now that I’ve read it, I can’t remember how I lived without these lessons.
Aelin went through a crazy amount of things that shaped her into the amazing person and queen she becomes by the end of the series.
The things Aelin went thorough were so so real, something you can vividly see happening. Something you or a friend could have gone through. Aelin got me through a really really hard time, by waiting so long to read the series I ended up timing it where it made the most impact.
Magical or not, Aelin will always be someone I look up to and want to become.
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Rowaelin phone sex?
NSFW, 18+. Enjoy. :)
"What are you wearing?"
Aelin laughed, loud and obnoxious, unable to help herself. It was so cliche, such a genuine man question. They hadn't seen each other in three weeks now, due to Rowan being away at university and Aelin back in Orynth for her internship. After three weeks of simple phone and FaceTime calls, they needed something to get them through the separation.
Rowan's idea of that apparently began with, What are you wearing?
"Don't laugh," he said, although she could sense his humor. She already knew what he was wearing, having just gotten home from the gym and showered. His chest was bare, the sweatpants that sported his school’s logo riding low on his hips. His hair was damp and a complete, adorable mess.
Rowan had never been good at these types of things. Sex? Sure, the man was a god in bed, and everywhere else they had found themselves entangled throughout the years. But words? No. He spoke much better with his hands, with his body.
Which was one of the reasons why this long distance shit was stressing him out. Aelin knew it, too, which was why she leaned back, positioning her phone on the top of her laptop as she sat back on her bed so that he could get the full view.
He blinked. “I’ve been looking for that shirt.”
Aelin looked down at the old T-shirt from Rowan’s high school lacrosse days that read, Doranelle Hawks on the front and Whitethorn #11 on the back.
“Maybe you should be keeping better track of your stuff,” Aelin said, simply, with absolutely no shame.
Rowan laughed quietly. “Yeah, well, good thing I don’t because it looks a lot better on you than it does on me.”
Aelin didn’t even think the shirt fit him anymore. He had always been tall, but he’d packed on a lot more muscle in the five years since graduating high school.
“Especially when nothing is on beneath it?” Aelin asked, brow raised.
Rowan leaned forward, green eyes narrowed. “I won’t believe it until proven.”
Aelin wanted so desperately to roll her eyes, but his tone made his words far sexier. She had just drawn up her leg when a loud knock came to Rowan’s bedroom door.
He groaned. “Go away!”
Aelin could hear Lorcan’s muffled voice through the phone. She couldn’t help but laugh at Rowan’s grumpy expression. They’d known Rowan’s roommate since they were kids and he always did have the worst timing.
“Okay, great,” Rowan went on. Then there was a pause. Then, “Fuck off.”
He shook his head as Lorcan’s laughter faded away.
“Do I want to know what that charming exchange was about?” Aelin crooned, loving how the second Rowan looked back at his phone, his eyes darted to that bare leg of hers.
“He wants me to go to the bar. I told him I was busy.” He sighed. “He said to make the drive to bed you properly instead of flashing my dick on FaceTime…except he was far more vulgar about it.”
Lorcan was always vulgar about everything. But, then again, so was Aelin, so who was she to judge? “Sounds right, coming from a man whose girlfriend is five minutes away instead of five hours.”
It was meant to be a joke but as the words came out of her mouth, she was frowning.
Rowan’s voice softened. “A few more months and I’ll have my degree,” he promised. “Then I’m coming home to you.”
To you.
The words had heat flooding her body. When he was done with school, he would be moving into her apartment and they would finally be starting their life together. She would go to sleep and wake up beside him every day. It was a dream she’d had for years and it would soon be a reality.
“I can’t wait,” she breathed, and Rowan plopped back against his pillows as he said, “Neither can I.”
Aelin shifted on her bed, the thin fabric of Rowan’s old shirt nearly growing unbearable. She wished he was here, wished his hands were on her, wished he was about to be buried deep inside of her, but he couldn’t be. He could give her something, though. They could give each other what they could. “Until then…”
“Until then?” He asked, voice dropping low as he made himself comfortable.
“Talk dirty to me,” she begged.
Rowan huffed a laugh, but his voice stayed low, kept that tone that made her toes curl when he said, “Last time I talked dirty, you wouldn’t stop laughing.”
“I wasn’t laughing,” she protested.
Yes, she was.
Rowan slowly shook his head, his silver hair stark against his black pillowcase.
“Full of lies,” he muttered. “So naughty.”
“You like that about me,” Aelin said, pushing herself up on her knees, fiddling with the hem of his shirt that brushed her thighs. “My naughtiness.”
“Gods, help me, I do,” he agreed, voice going quiet as he waited in anticipation. “When are you gonna prove what’s under that shirt of yours?”
“Oh, so now it’s my shirt?” Aelin asked, loving to press his buttons. “Last time I checked, you’ve been looking for it.”
She inched it up just a little bit and Rowan’s eyes narrowed. “You’re cruel.”
Aelin grinned. “Don’t you like that about me, too?”
“I like it better when you’re nice,” he said, a small grin twisting his lips. “Obedient.”
“Obedient?” Aelin repeated, the hem raising just one more inch up her thighs. “And who is it I should be obeying?”
“Me,” he said, and she could tell by the way he shifted his weight that his sweats were tugged down and his cock was out.
Aelin thought about his cock, thought about the way it felt, it tasted in her mouth, the way it felt when he filled her. Gods, she missed it. Missed him.
“In this relationship, I’m pretty sure you’re the obedient one,” Aelin said, her heart beating a little faster as she noted his shoulder flexing, his arm moving. “Pretty sure you’re my bitch, Whitethorn.”
He laughed, quietly, resting his phone on his abdomen. She had the perfect few of his inked chest, his strong jawline. His gaze remained on her. “True, but there’s no need for you to tell me what to do. I know exactly how you like it.”
"Is that so?" Aelin asked, slipping the hem of his shirt above her waist.
Rowan tracked it as he nodded.
"And how do I like it?" she asked, raising it up her abdomen, stopping just beneath her breasts.
Rowan's eyes lit up. "Rough," he answered, simply, and he certainly was not wrong. "You like it when I bite and nip, and bury myself so deep inside of you that there's nothing left of me to give."
A thrumming formed between Aelin's thighs. She longed to touch herself but she wouldn't, not yet.
Instead, she pulled that t-shirt over her head and tossed it aside. She raised her chin before lifting herself up on her knees so that every bare inch of her could be seen. On the other end of the phone, Rowan went quiet. His lips parted and his eyes shone, as if it was the very first time he'd ever seen her, which it surely was not.
She gave him his time, let him explore with his eyes as he muted every longing want and need to do exactly what Lorcan had demanded - to drive five hours and bed her properly.
Then she slid her hands up her sides and palmed her breast as her other hand found that throbbing spot between her thighs. She circled that sensitive nub with her forefinger, a long, soft breath letting itself loose as she did so. Gods, how she wished it was his hands instead of hers.
She told him as much. "I can't wait until you're here," she said. "Until I can feel your hands on me."
"Me either," he said, the first thing he had said in a few minutes. His voice was rough, and the sound sent chills down her spine. "I can't wait to feel you. Every inch of you. With my hands, my mouth."
Aelin moaned quietly as she slipped a finger inside of her, then another. "Let me see you," she pleaded. "I need to see you."
Rowan repositioned his phone so that Aelin could see it all. He fisted his cock, and it was rock hard. Aelin felt powerful, then, knowing that she could make him just as hard five hours away as she could in person.
She wanted him more than she had ever wanted him, wanted anyone, in her life. The thought would have brought her to her knees if she wasn't already there. It made her fingers pump faster, made the hand palming her breast get a little more creative. She took her peaked nipple between her fingers and rolled it, thinking about how it felt to have Rowan's lips sucking it between his teeth.
"Ro," she breathed, the images of him doing the most erotic acts to her flooding her mind.
He cursed and she watched as he pumped himself faster.
He was beautiful and it was strange because Aelin had never thought that men were beautiful before she had been with Rowan. He was perfect, though, and Aelin grew hungrier at the sight of him, as his chest heaved. She wished it was her hand, her mouth, around his cock.
Soon, it would be.
She could feel that sensation building up in her core, that excitement that set her entire body aflame. Judging from the soft groans, from the string of filth coming out of Rowan's mouth, she knew that he felt the same rush of emotion.
"Fuck," Aelin breathed, her voice an octave higher as she used her hands in tandem, the fingers on one plunging deep inside of her, the other circling her clit. Rowan growled, and the sound alone had her practically screaming his name.
She watched as his movements grew spasmodic, watched as his chest heaved, that lovely string of curses from his mouth reviving her very soul. Soon, he came, and Aelin watched as his seed trailed down his hand and out of sight. She was just behind him, the sight of him cumming erotic enough to make her fade into nothingness. By the time her hands stopped moving, her sheets were soaked and she couldn't catch her breath.
Aelin took her phone from her laptop as she fell back against her bed, eyes closing. For a moment, neither of them said a word but Aelin suddenly felt lighter. She rolled onto her side before looking back at the phone.
Rowan was watching her with a small smile on his mouth, his eyes soft.
After all she had just shown him, this is what made her cheeks redden. "What?"
"The post-sex haze," he said, quietly, that smile remaining. "You're so beautiful."
A feeling of emotion so strong settled in Aelin's core and she had to blink back tears. This man...he was the love of her life. Soon, they would finally be reunited, finally have the time together that they deserve. The life together that they deserve. "I miss you."
"I miss you," he said, and she had no doubt that he meant it. "So much."
They fell quiet, watching each other through the lenses of their phones. There was nothing more to say that hadn't already been said. Instead, Aelin snuggled deep under her blankets and started to drift off when Rowan started speaking again.
She fell asleep, blissfully, listening to Rowan talk about their future together. Two months and he would be there, living life by her side and leaving this long-distance relationship far in the past.
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I prick the eye, I prick the eye, I prick the eye...
A hawthorn wood and nazar bead bracelet annointed with @kitchentoad 's Prick the Eye Hawthorn oil. I've been wanting to revamp my evil eye protections as I begin some new projects and with Hawthorn being my sacred tree it only made sense to call upon the Whitethorn Dame herself to help.
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oh i might have finally figured out how to work cannibalism into my wip thank god
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i'm definitely not currently thinking about how perfect it is that the starlit siblings' eyes are grey, the color of lodestones, which were used in the first magnetic compasses and so crucial to early navigation. (lodestone, which is a Middle English word meaning "course stone" or "leading stone", from the archaic meaning of lode as "journey" or "way") (y'know, according to Wikipedia)
i like to think it's a family trait. no matter who or where you are, the descendants of the founder of Whitethorn will always help you find your way.
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My part for the Davy Jones Whitethorn map!! I love when people make their own WC OCs, whether they stick to canon lore or make up their own. It's honestly one of my favourite parts of fandom, so I'll always try to join OC maps when I can!
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Wednesday, May 4, 2022
Gone were but the Winter, come were but the Spring, I would go to a covert where the birds sing; where in the whitethorn singeth a thrush, and a robin sings in the holly-bush.
Full of fresh scents are the budding boughs arching high over a cool green house; full of sweet scents, and whispering air which sayeth softly:
"We spread no snare; here dwell in safety, here dwell alone, with a clear stream and a mossy stone. Here the sun shineth most shadily; here is heard an echo of the far sea, though far off it be."
-- Spring Quiet, Christina Georgina Rossetti (1830-1894)
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Fresh shoots, already with the promise of flowers to come
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Whitethorn! My beautiful evil lady!
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Dressing the Wishing Bush
An important Walpurgis custom of ours has long been the traditional Dressing of the May Bush. This year, though, things have gone a bit differently.
In the past, we would harvest a small branch of blooming Hawthorn on April 30, which we would set before the home and decorate with Clooties. We would ideally ornament the living Matron Whitethorn by our front gate, but we have been discouraged from drawing attention to her unnecessarily, lest we risk attracting the unwelcome. As such, we've used a small switch from the Matron tree each year.
This year, however, we were given leave to harvest a special thorn-broom from her central bole that we've admired for years. We will dry this specimen, following today's celebration, and reuse it every year. What's more, we have been guided in establishing a different form of the May Bush, and so was born the Wishing Bush.
We used keys to represent an array of wishes for the coming year—however small—which we consecrated and tied with colorful loops of charm-knotted cord. These keys were then hung from the Hawthorn and earnest entreaty was given to the Whitethorn Mother, that She might help bring these wishes to fruition. On the next day, the cords will be cut and burned in the smoldering remnants of the Hexennacht Fire—that the Hawhthorn-blessed wishes might be carried on the wind to the powers that be. The keys, in turn, will be cleansed in hallowed waters, for future use.
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Okay so you know how we have this big multi dimensional war about to happen? My biggest (well second biggest) hesitation to have Aelin there is; control of her court.
Rhysand and Feyre have a chain of command that is clear and does not leave their court defenseless. Rhys+Feyre, then Amren, followed by Mor. So for them to leave their world and their court it go likely to Amren to take leadership due to her loss of powers in ACOWAR. (Though she is still highly skilled in battle and with her mind - however I have a feeling this war will be very power driven.) Basically The Night Court/Court of Nightmares will be fine, all the while letting the duo take their best, that are suites from the job, with them.
Now that brings me to Aelin, now do NOT get me wrong I want to see her. I wanna know how her life is going, if she’s making her losses have a meaning. How is the gang? But I am on the side to also say that she has been through more than her fair share - more than any of the others. We would be taking her out of the first time in her life she’s not fights, where she’s in control of her life. Mind you her powers are also diminished.
That said my worry is about the control of her court as well as Dorian’s in a way. Dorian less so cause he probably has a plan in place due to being the largest kingdom, it likely does not include our people but still.
Aelin on the other hand;
Aelin would go, she would probably feel like she has too. Rowan if Aelin goes so would he. That takes out both rulers of the kingdom. Then we have Aedion who would demand to go with his cousin, one cause he has leadership and fight training - plus he has The Bane. Fenrys and Lorcan I’m hesitant to say what they would do. Fenrys would probably want to go due to his connect with Aelin, as well as Rowan. Lorcan I would want to say would stay with Elide unless ordered other wise, I do think I’m staying would be a good idea so there is a fighter left back home to protect. Now that would likely leave Lysandra and Elide to stay - I want to note I think Lysandra would be a great asset in the fighting but I also think Aelin would leave her court to someone she trusts beyond all else. Lysandra and Elide could joint rule with some help from Lorcan. But that’s best case. Also Lysandra has Evangeline to think about.
Aelin could call in some of the people from the past, the ones who came to help in empire of storms and kingdom of ash
My best case idea for what should happen is that Dorian and Manon go, Aelin can help in strategies but leave the girl alone. I honestly think she might going into PTSD upon the sight of another god like war.
She would live. She would live, and they could all go to hell.
A better world. With no gods, no fates.
A world of their own making.
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Hi, Xbox Wire readers! Whitethorn Games ... https://www.xtremeservers.com/blog/introducing-botany-manor-a-narrative-puzzle-adventure-blooming-onto-xbox-game-pass-spring-2024/?feed_id=125559&_unique_id=65de1e75cb8e9&Introducing%20Botany%20Manor%2C%20A%20Narrative%20Puzzle%20Adventure%20Blooming%20onto%20Xbox%20Game%20Pass%20Spring%202024
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