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romione studying~ for @daisy6s’ birthday!

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Can you re-draw Ron and Hermione as Jake and Amy?

I frickin love both these pairs so this was totally so fun!!!:

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In OOTP Ron was bragging about disarming Hermione thrice in DA practice session and Hermione said she disarmed him a lot more times. Here what actually happened.

Ron: *disarms her*

Hermione: *damn!*

Ron: *disarms her again*

Hermione: *argh! Focus Hermione. Focus*

Ron: *disarms her again*

Hermione: that's it. Ron let's stop a moment. I need some water.

Ron: alright. See Hermione. I am better than you.

Hermione: yeah. I can see that.

Hermione: *remove her robes. Rolls up the sleeves of her shirt. Opens the first two buttons* okay I am ready.

Ron: you-you can't duel like that.

Hermione: why? What's the problem?

Ron: no I mean-

Hermione: Ron, Its kinda hot here in this room. I am sweating.

Ron: oh.. okay.

After that Ron didn't win a single round.

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In OOTP Ron was bragging about disarming Hermione thrice in DA practice session and Hermione said she disarmed him a lot more times. Here what actually happened.

Ron: *disarms her*

Hermione: *damn!*

Ron: *disarms her again*

Hermione: *argh! Focus Hermione. Focus*

Ron: *disarms her again*

Hermione: that's it. Ron let's stop a moment. I need some water.

Ron: alright. See Hermione. I am better than you.

Hermione: yeah. I can see that.

Hermione: *remove her robes. Rolls up the sleeves of her shirt. Opens the first two buttons* okay I am ready.

Ron: you-you can't duel like that.

Hermione: why? What's the problem?

Ron: no I mean-

Hermione: Ron, Its kinda hot here in this room. I am sweating.

Ron: oh.. okay.

After that Ron didn't win a single round.

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Why I prefer Ron/Hermione over other Hermione ships.

Okay Ron and Hermione are each other's puzzle pieces. Whatever Ron lacks Hermione has that and vice versa. And each and every trope associates with them is my favourite. Here some reasons why I prefer them over other Hermione ships.

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1. They love each other madly.

The basic and most important requirement in any relationship. Love. And both Ron and Hermione love each other so much that they are willing to sacrifice themselves for each other. Ron begged bellatrix to torture himself instead of Hermione knowing full well she had tortured Neville's parents to insanity. Hermione begged scabior to leave Ron alone when she was in danger.

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2. They are dramatic

I know this is a personal taste but I don't like love stories where two people who are very similar fall in love. They are boring as hell. I prefer opposites attract. It's more exciting.

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3. They balance each other out

Hermione learns to have fun. Ron helps her to loosen up. She learns to see the other side of life. She helps Ron to be organised and teaches him to pay attention. They are the PERFECT balance.

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4. Only Ron isn't intimated by her high intellect.

Ron can call her out when she is out of the line. He actually listens to her and isn't afraid to voice his opinion. When he doesn't agree with her he openly tells her that. And Hermione needs someone like him to keep her grounded.

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5. They both have the same status.

See. Ron is a war hero. So is Hermione. Ron is the chosen one’s best friend who helped him to defeat the dark lord. So is Hermione. Ron has his own chocolate frog card which is the greatest achievement of any wizard. So does Hermione. Ron has a respectable family background. So does Hermione. Ron has a good job. So does Hermione. They are totally each other's equal. They won't feel inferior to each other.

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6. The different ways they look at the world.

See Ron is a laidback guy. He is a family man. Hermione is a career oriented woman. Hermione needs someone who can cook for her when she will come back from work. Who will take care of kids. Who will support her ambition. And Ron is the PERFECT guy for that.

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7. Friendship.

They were friends for years. And friendship is a solid base of a loving, supportive relationship. They spent so much time together without harry. That would help them in a long run..

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8. Passionate.

Ron and Hermione both are very passionate people. They both love and hate with every fibre of their being.

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9. Argumentative

Ron and Hermione enjoy arguments. Hermione would never be happy with someone who doesn't share her argumentative nature. Same for Ron. They need each other.

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10. Hermione likes to be needed and Ron Likes to be taken care of.

Well Hermione likes it when someone is dependant on her. And Ron enjoys someone giving him more attention than others.

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11. Shared trauma

They both went through very similar life experiences. That would help them to bond over.

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12. They can teach each other new things.

Hermione is a muggleborn. Ron is a pureblood. They can learn so much from each other. He will learn more about the muggle world. She will learn more about the wizarding world. They will teach each other new things everyday. Their relationship would never be boring.

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13. Despite being total opposite they have a lot in common.

Their core values are same. Both are brave, courageous, noble, kind hearted, jealous, possessive, passionate, argumnetive, smart in their own way and Ofcourse both value the same thing. Friendship and bravery.

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So here the 13 reasons why they are my fav. Long live Romione. ❤

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Constellations by @be11atrixthestrange

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Can you recommend some romione au fanfics?

Hello anon,

Oh, I certainly can. Let's get into those AUs! We love them. I'll just link one or two stories of each author, but please have a look at their other stories as well.

Haven't read all of those yet, but I only heard good things about them and I can guarantee that you'll only read excellent stories by these authors.

Please don't forget to leave kudos and comments/reviews on these stories. It doesn't matter how old they are or if the authors are still active writers or not, they deserve our appreciation 🙏

Lego House by @accio-broom (Muggle AU)

Everything Has Changed by @accio-broom (Muggle AU)

Fraternizing with the Enemy by @adenei (Muggle AU)

The Arrangement by @adenei (Muggle AU)

If You Jump, I Jump by @romioneb (Muggle AU)

Camp Wizarding World by @romioneb (Muggle AU)

Isolated by @cheesyficwriter (Year 6 AU)

Lost in Translation by @cheesyficwriter (Hermione didn't go to Hogwarts)

Waking Up in Vegas by @be11atrixthestrange (Muggle AU)

The Loft by @be11atrixthestrange (Muggle AU)

all my best lies by @remedialpotions (HBP AU)

When Fate Decides by @azaleablueme (Post War AU)

In Search Of Hermione by @azaleablueme (Slytherin Hermione)

7 Years, 6 Months, 4 Days by @trademarkblue (Post War AU)

Pause by @trademarkblue (DH AU)

The Other Side Of Life by kjc1123 (Hermione didn't go to Hogwarts)

I'm tagging @folk-melody again. Because they're a human Romione library and they're a blessing for this side of the fandom 💛

Thanks for the ask, anon!

Ask me anything for the 500 followers celebration!

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Cabins and Other Aphrodisiacs

Chapter Two

Sunlight streamed through the dust soaked window and shone down on a slowly awaking Anna of Arendelle. The princess slowly sat up in the unfamiliar rickety bed as she scanned her surroundings for some clue of where she was. The cabin she had found herself in was… cozy. Though the ceilings were high to accommodate her host’s tall frame, the space was small though somehow managed to not feel suffocating or cramped. Annas' eyes lit up at a roaring fire and a cushy armchair with books stacked up next to it, the princess knew she shouldn’t be snooping but she had already done about 10 things her sister would disapprove of in the past 24 hours so she figured what was one more? She continued to look about the cabin as her curious blue eyes settled upon a small, practical kitchen sitting in the corner, with sturdy shelves filled with glass jars. Anna imagined what delectable treats might be filling those jars, though she knew that unlike the stock of the Royal Kitchen with an insatiable sweet-toothed princess to feed, the resources required to feed one mountain man would be much simpler. It was this thought that sent a pang of panic into Anna’s heart, she was in a stranger's home, a strange man’s home, lying in his bed, thinking about the contents of his jars! If Anna had taken another pause to ponder on why her panic had not occurred directly when she awoke in a strange place, she might have found that there was something about this cabin, this strange man’s home that was soothing to her, but for now, she decided to ignore that fact and continue down the much more sensible path of panicking.

Just as Anna was attempting to stand the sound of a heavy door opening rang through the small space, and the chilled air from the harsh wilderness outside crept in. Anna looked up and saw the man who had carried her in last night, the man who slept in this bed, read those books and used the jars. He was tall, with broad shoulders, sandy blonde hair and warm chocolate brown eyes, that at this moment, were staring at her in the oddest way. ‘Please tell me you’re not trying to stand up again’ a deep voice came from the mildly entertained smirk plastered on his face. ‘Well, I had planned on trying to get back today and, well-‘ Anna began in an attempt to endeavour to return to some formalities, though she had never been fully equipped on the subject of talking to strange men when you’ve just woken up in their bed. ‘I’m Anna… of Arrendelle.’ She added with an air of assuredness. The man in front of her smiled a crooked smile and began to walk towards the bed, perhaps with the intention of sitting at her feet, however in a split second he seemed to think the better of it and instead pulled his armchair closer to her and plonked himself down. ‘I’m Kristoff Bjorgman.’ He replied in a warm, gravelly tone ‘You’re in my house’ he added, though he seemed to cringe at the adding of the last part. ‘Oh yes! It’s very nice!’ Anna blurted out a bit too quickly, despite the fact that she did mean it. Kristoff seemed to understand her sincerity and Anna grinned as she watched him bashfully look down at his feet and smile. Anna felt a bit lost as she watched him, the strength and structure of this man seemed to juxtapose the gentle nature he was presenting to her. She was awoken from her trance as he looked up and the reality of the situation began to hit her. ‘Um, Mister Bjorgman-‘ ’Oh it’s just Kristoff-‘ he corrected ‘Ah okay, um Kristoff…’ Kristoff gazed into her eyes with his own deep chocolate ones and Anna began to feel very hot. ‘May I ask… are there any other beds in your residence?’ Kristoff looked at her confused, ‘No, I…I only have one bed’ Anna again felt panic rising in her chest, ‘Oh then…’ Anna could not help but feel that looking into those earnest brown eyes made her want to run very far from here but stay all at the same time ‘ Then… where did you sleep last night?’ She whispered. Kristoff’s eyes seemed to bulge out of his head as a blush spread across his face. ‘With Sven! I slept with Sven! Not in here- not in the bed, - with you- I would never! I mean not that you’re not- I mean I was sleeping with Sven out back.’ Anna’s thoughts were racing at about a million miles a minute. ‘And pardon me Kristoff but, who is Sven?’ Kristoff was now fully standing and pacing awkwardly around the room looking at anything other than Anna ‘ My reindeer’ he stammered out ‘ You met him last night! He sleeps in the stables I was out there with him.’ The princess’s questions were satisfied and a small smile spread across her face at the sight of such a burly man acting so bashfully. Kristoff seemed determined to move on from this conversation quickly, ‘Um, so, I think you’ve may have twisted your ankle but I haven’t properly checked yet, so…may I?’ ‘Do what?’ ‘Check your ankle for injuries’ he repeated as he tentatively inched closer to her, face still flushed but a with a focused yet gentle look In his eyes. ‘Oh! Yes, I- thank you.’ She stammered, unsure of what to say to a man wanting to touch her- even for medical reasons. Anna watched as Kristoff wordlessly pulled up her blanket to reveal the problem ankle. She felt the Concentration and care radiating off of him as gently took it in his hand and softly began to press in different areas to test her pain level. Suddenly his deep brown eyes were looking up into hers and, perhaps in an effort to soothe the princess, Kristoff murmured in a deep soft tone, ’Anna, how does it feel when I do this?’. Anna swallowed, the low timbre of his voice seemed to resonate somewhere deep within her, she tried to focus on the pain levels in the area he was examining but somehow all she could think of was the warm tingle of his touch. Somehow she managed to whisper out that the pain was there but bearable and Kristoff nodded in approval. He tucked the blanket back over her and smiled a gentle smile. ‘Yeah it’s a twist alright, but not a bad one' ‘O-okay’ Anna stammered, still trying to make sense of the pang in her heart she felt when he pulled away from her. ‘Will I be able to go home today? Perhaps you would be kind enough to give me a ride home in your sled?’ Kristoff once again looked in her eyes with an expression she couldn’t quite recognise and said, ‘Anna, I can’t take you anywhere for a few days… there’s a blizzard outside’ he shifted uncomfortably. Anna felt a flash of familiar panic, though this time it wasn't because she was in a strangers bed, it was because she was in his bed, that smelled like him, and they would be alone for a few days? No, something about Kristoff was bad for her, she felt drawn in by him in a way she knew Elsa wouldn’t approve of. ‘I..Kristoff isn’t there any way you can get me back today!?’ Kristoff raised his eyebrow and smirked ‘ Well, feisty pants, I am not the one who went wandering in the woods right before a blizzard.’ Anna scowled and sunk down in her bed that of course smelled so much like him it was infuriating. ‘Well you were out there so you kind of were’ she muttered under her breath. ‘Huh?’ Kristoff loudly called from his kitchen. ‘Nothing!’ ‘Great! How about breakfast?’ And as Anna’s eyes settled on Kristoff’s back that was turned to her and travelled down his broad shoulders to his slim waist, she realised she had never been hungrier in her life.

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Cabins and Other Aphrodisiacs

Chapter One 

Anna had never truly known the meaning of cold until this very moment. When she and her sister were children she had spent countless hours in the snow, rosy-cheeked, warm breath dancing from their lungs as they built snowmen who liked warm hugs. But that was many years ago and as she and her sister had drifted apart Anna had spent extremely little time out in the cold… until now. The Princess of Arendelle had found herself lying in a freezing, frosty river with a sharp stabbing pain absorbing her ankle. Anna scolded herself, of course, the one time she insisted on taking a ride without an escort she had to go head over heels into a death river with hypothermia written all over it. Elsa would have her head, although maybe a near-death experience was the secret ingredient to being noticed by her distant sister. Anna tried to stand but the pain was so sharp she knew she would only do more harm by trying, so she did her best to shimmy and lift herself out to the snowy bank. ‘Okay, problem one solved’ Anna thought ‘out of the deathly cold water and on to the deathly cold snow… excellent’. Despite her best efforts she felt panic rising in her chest, the cold was numbing and suffocating and she knew her horse was long gone, and no sane person would be out in the woods at this hour in this cold- ‘What on earth are you doing!’ An unfamiliar voice cut through the rising wind. Anna’s spirits began to lift as she tried again to stand to meet the voice only to fail miserably and fall right onto the rough hide of a large animal and ricochet into the arms of a complete stranger. ‘Woah okay no-no, there is no more standing up for you’ The rough but warm voice belonging to the stranger said as he picked her up effortlessly. Anna tried to protest, she was not usually in the business of being picked up by tall strong strangers, but the cold continued to overtake her, and as she felt the lull of a sled being driven at a very fast speed, she felt herself drift away.

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need i remind you that ronald weasley, aged eleven, didn’t know that he had just sat in ~the harry potter~’s compartment and offered half of his sandwich to this random boy on the train who he’d only just met, because he was all alone and seemed to have no food,

i’m sick of the ron slander

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fav romione pics !!

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Ear Pierced Hermione

I headcannon that around 3rd year , like Christmas or Easter holidays Hermione finally convinced her parents to let her get her ears pierced. In the Wizarding world they just use a spell and it doesn't hurt and they don't have to actually pierce anything . Hermione comes back from holidays and Ron notices she is wearing studs. He asks Hermione what she did and she just said she got her ears pierced. They call it something different in the wizarding world , so then Ron asked Harry what it meant. Harry , ofc , was no help , and only heightened Ron's worry that Hermione had taken a knife to her ears or something for some stupid bloody beauty trend . Eventually Ron confronted Hermione about it and Hermione burst out laughing , much to Ron's frustration , until she explained and then they both laughed it off. Though , Ron was still suspicious for the next week or so. 😊😊

So making an ao3 one off on this 😊😊

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Please do #21 for kristanna!!! Love your writing!!! 💛

You're so sweet, anon 💕 thank you so much!!! I really hope you enjoy this!! It's a post F1 canon-based fic (set maybe 3-4 months after the ending of Frozen?) and it very nearly became NSFW soooo....😬

21. "Spend the night with me." Send me a prompt!

Anna was starting to grow frustrated with the rules she was expected to follow.

Following the rules was something she’d always been taught, and most of the rules that were set were fairly straightforward; don’t rest your elbows on the table during supper, don’t wipe your nose on the back of your sleeve even if you can’t find your handkerchief, don’t slide around on the hardwood floors in your stockings - they were mostly common courtesy, but still tiresome to constantly be thinking about. But then there were the princess rules, which were mostly about safety and keeping up public appearances; don’t leave the castle without looking well put together, don’t leave the castle unless you have someone with you or someone knows where you're going, always nod your head back when someone bows to you, et cetera.

And then there were the unspoken rules.

The rules that no one ever talked about, but that she was expected to follow. The rules that were getting in the way of her blossoming relationship with Kristoff. The rules that she was constantly trying to test and push to see how far they could go before being stopped.

These rules were subtle in nature, but incredibly noticeable to her. A clearing of the throat if they were being a little too affectionate in the dining room. A late night visit by her handmaiden to ensure she was alone in her bedroom. An extra security sweep around the castle every night to make sure that everyone was where they were supposed to be. It was aggravating, and she hated that she felt like she had so little control over her own life.

And it wasn’t like the rules weren’t imposed by her sister, either; they were imposed by the staff themselves. The staff who practically raised her. The staff who were slightly worried that the rugged mountain man would tarnish the princess’ reputation - even though the queen herself had been the one to insist that he move in. The staff who, though they were clearly thrilled with her ‘courtship,’ were worried about her image and her virtue - and frankly, she didn’t think her image and her virtue was any of their business.

But the rules did little to deter her. Anna became more and more adept at sneaking around as time went on, finding covert locations to meet with Kristoff late at night, and memorizing the guards’ rotations to ensure she was always avoiding them. It mostly worked. Mostly.

After a particularly bad scolding one evening, Anna found herself in a sour mood. She could practically feel the blood boiling beneath her skin as she paced around her bedroom, mumbling to herself about how unfair it all was. When she finally had enough, she pulled her cloak over her shoulders, grabbed her lantern, and set out for the stables.

The evening chill sent a shiver down her spine as she laid eyes on the stables. Slowly, she approached the open door, the soft glow of the candlelight emerging from inside the wooden structure and illuminating the ground outside. She peered inside, watching for a moment in silence as Kristoff worked on something, his back facing towards her.

“Kristoff?”

He turned around, a lopsided smile canvassing his lips as soon as he laid eyes on her. “Hey, you.”

“Hey,” she said flatly, walking in further.

“What’s the matter?”

“I think we should run away.”

“Oh?” Kristoff cocked an eyebrow. “And why do you think that?”

“I’m just...ugh!” Anna groaned, exasperatedly throwing her head back. “I’m so sick of the stupid rules.”

“Did you get in trouble again?”

She set the lantern down on a haystack. “Yes.”

“I’m sorry.” He strutted towards her before pulling her into his arms. She rested her cheek against his chest, taking in his scent and enjoying the heftiness of his arms around her. “What happened?”

“Gerda pulled me aside today and told me that Sofie saw me sneaking into my room late last night. I don’t know what she was doing up so late, but I told Gerda that I wasn’t in my room because I needed some fresh air.”

“Did she believe you?”

“What do you think?” she retorted. “It wasn’t even like we were doing anything wrong! We were just laying outside and watching the stars.”

“I know,” he nodded.

“If I want to stay out late and stargaze with my boyfriend, I should be allowed to.”

“I agree.”

“If I want to fall asleep on my boyfriend’s shoulder while we read books by the fire, I should be allowed to.”

“You should.”

“If I want my boyfriend to spend an entire night in my bed, he should be allowed to.”

“Well…”

“Oh, come on!” Anna stamped her foot on the ground. “Don’t you dare take their side, too.”

“I’m not saying I agree with it,” Kristoff insisted, a slightly amused smile spreading across his face. “On the contrary, I disagree with it.”

“So, then why did you answer with ‘well’ when I said that I want you to sleep in my bed?”

“Because...I don’t know,” he answered. “Because you’re a princess and you have a reputation to uphold?”

She rolled her eyes. “Do you think I really care about any of that?”

“I know you don’t, but everyone else does. I do. I don’t want you to look bad because of me.”

“Kristoff -” she started, her shoulders slumping.

“But on the other hand...I’d be lying if I said I didn’t dream about sweeping you away from this place and spending some time alone,” he murmured. “Just the two of us.”

She stared into his eyes; they were the prettiest shade of golden brown she’d ever seen in her entire life, and there was something about them that exuded softness and kindness. She could so easily get lost in his eyes if she was allowed to. “I dream of that, too.”

“You do?” he smiled.

“Mmhmm.”

"Someday." He brushed a stray tendril of hair away from her face, his fingers gently brushing against her skin. “I’m going into the mountains tomorrow.”

“You are?” she asked, her heart sinking. She never enjoyed the days that he was gone; they always seemed to go by at a painfully slow pace, and she always spent the entire day missing him and wishing he would come back.

“Yeah,” he nodded. “But I’ll be back tomorrow night.”

“I know you have to go, but I really hate that you have to leave.”

“I know.” He ran his thumb over her cheekbone. “I hate it, too. All I can think about the entire time I’m gone is how much I can’t wait to get back to you.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Maybe someday I can come with you?” she suggested lightheartedly.

“I would love that, Feisty Pants.”

She nodded, her smile fading as she realized how late it was getting. “I should go now. It’s late, and I don’t want to get in trouble again.”

“Okay,” he said softly.

She rose up on her toes, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. “Goodnight, Kristoff.”

“Goodnight.”

With a sad smile, she leaned down to pick up the lantern and turned on her heel.

“Anna, wait.”

“Yeah?” she inquired, turning back to face him.

“Spend the night with me.”

“What?” Anna asked breathlessly, her eyes wide as she was unsure if she’d heard him correctly. She wanted to believe that he’d said what she thought he said - that he’d just offered to break the rules.

“Spend the night with me,” Kristoff repeated, his smile wide as he took her hands in his. “You always have to leave, or I always have to leave, but maybe for once we could both break the rules and just...stay.”

Anna nodded fervently, unable to immediately find the words she needed to agree to his arrangement. “Yeah, I...I would like that. A lot.”

And instead of waiting for him to respond to her, she rushed forward, her hands cupping his jaw and her lips crashing against his.

Rules and reputations be damned.

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Presenting the queen

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This was originally going to be my submission for this volume of the frozine and then I changed my mind in favor of smooches  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

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Pink.

An illustration for @punkpoemprose from her fic A Convenient Arrangement. I love troll crystals so much and this story is soooo good!