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HI PHROG! I drew you a little something… >:]

I wanted to draw you a picture to show my appreciation towards your page because I love looking at your posts and they really help with my very, very crippling depression. Your posts are always so positive and silly and it just makes me happy. So thank you for being you, Phrog! (Also, this goofy goober is now legally your son whether you like it or not.) :D

Oh, Oh My goodness!!! I LOVE IT!

(Oh dear heavens— this wonderful thing has escaped my radar since August? You poor dear!!!!)

Your comments honestly brought happy wages to my eyes. (Not tears, not tears! But they began watering because I was so touched!)

It always makes me so happy to hear that my page is a wholesome place to be. While I don’t want to be inauthentic, I want this page to show the better parts of me or encourage them. A lot of is that I just love to laugh and have so much gratitude toward the community this blog has built. (That means people like YOU!!!! 🫵) I’ve had a few outbursts on here since then, but I hope this does continue to be the case. I couldn’t be more happy that my intentions behind this blog came across as I always hope!

Thank you for being you too. Thank you for making me this beautiful drawing, for stopping by, and for taking the time to say something kind. I absolutely LOBE THE ARTSTYLE!!! Oh he looks so comfy in his little Frog onesie, he’s got his little blep down to an art, the colors are so fun and bright—

I’M LEGALLY RESPONSIBLE FOR IT??? WHAT? YOU MEAN, BUT I DIDN’T— I DON’T REMEMBER SIGNING ANYTHING, I…

Hey— Come back—COME BACK!!!!

if anyone wants to collab hmu 🥺🥺🥺🤙

from the next part of The Assassin And The Princess AU

Enjoy!

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“Old, am I?” Rowan whispered into her ear as they descended the stairs and exited the lookout tower.

“Old,” Aelin confirmed, smirking. “Don’t let it slow you down, though.”

“Trust me, princess, I never do.” His voice dipped at least an octave lower, sending a rogue shiver skittering down her spine.

“Don’t call me that,” she hissed. “Follow me. I’ve got some things to inform you of before I show you the compound.”

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Rowan gave her a half-bow. “It’s the least I can do, A--Celaena.” He raked one hand through his silvery hair, sighing heavily. “Fuck, I’m going to forget to call you that.”

“If it helps, most everyone in the compound just calls me Captain,” Aelin offered.

“Captain, then,” Rowan said, more than a little relieved. “So you just like to go by your tittle, do you?”

“Oh trust me, prince, there’s only one title I like to go by,” she smirked, her voice dipping low, sensual.

Rowan swallowed harshly, his scent shifting before he could smother it. “That so, princess?” he rasped, his eyes flaring.

Gods burn her, the things this male’s voice did to her resolve. “Good luck finding out what that title is,” she smiled, sweetly, escorting him out of her office. “I’ll show you to the barracks,” she said, casual as ever, nothing in her voice or posture betraying what she’d just teased him with.

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“Indeed it is,” she agreed, smirking. “Count your blessings, Whitethorn. I could have assigned you to be Nox’s roommate. And that man snores like a bellows.”

“Who the hell is Nox?” He couldn’t help the tone with which those words came out. Aelin, of course, noticed.

“A little jealous, aren’t we?” she crooned.

But I thought it was made out of plastic or metal, not wicked goo like stuff!

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