Aelin mask

Weird Potato on Instagram: “Aelin wearing the iron mask . . .Credit: @art_by_alias . . .#aelinashryvergalathynius #aelingalathynius #tog #throneofglass #sjm…”

Iron mask

Aelin in the iron mask dreaming back to her time with Rowan on the beach. ‘On Borrowed Time’ because that is what Aelin tells everyone to let Rowan know, that they have just been together on borrowed time because she knew it would end. .

Aelin [by Myed89]

A close of up Aelin Galathynius's eyes.

Art by 🎨 : @seciaart

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@buy.the.books on Instagram: "Aelin and Fenrys 🥹 their relationship is so pure ❤️ I feel like Fenrys is totally underrated and needs his own spin off…Throne of Glass series by Sarah J Mass . . . . . . #bookstagram #bookish #fanart #fantasyfanart #fantasybooks #fantasyreads #bookish #bookfanart #bookstagram #reading #romantasy #bookaccount #throneofglass #fenrys #aelinashryvergalathynius #aelin"

I have this working theory that every time I mention a work-in-progress here on Epbot, I doom said project to utter, catastrophic failure. So back during my Death Eater mask tutorial I mentioned that my own mask was already to the decorating stage. Naturally, that meant I got about 90% of the way before realizing it had stretched during sculpting, and no longer fit my face. Not a big deal, except the eyes were so wide set that, when I wore it, I looked like a cross-eyed Death Eater. Which…

@book_s150 on Instagram: "“‘The Queen Who Was Promised,’ Aelin said. ‘But not to the world. To the gods— to the keys.’ To pay the price.” . . . 👸🏼Promised Tears🗝 . . . Throne of Glass by Sarah J. Maas . . . #aelingalathynius #aelinashryvergalathynius #nameless #fireheart #celaenasardothien #throneofglass #tog #empireofstorms #terrasen #ashryvereyes #rowanwhitethorn #rowaelin #aelinfanart #togfanart #sjm #bookstagram #booklover #bookish #bookishfanart #fanart #digitalart #procreate"

“There was no beginning or end or middle. Only the song, and the sea, and the iron sarcophagus that had become her bower. Until they were gone. Until blinding light flooded the slumbering, warm dark. Until the wind swept in, crisp and scented with rain. She could not feel it on her face. Not with the death-mask still chained to it. Her eyes cracked open. The light burned away all shape and color after so long in the dim depths. But a face appeared before her—above her. Peering over the…