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I did an art collab with the lovely @ashiibell, with drawings of the original trio from Throne of Glass! Thank you so much for doing this with me, it was so strange to work with someone else’s line-art, but I had a lot of fun!

The first one is my line-art with ashiibell’s coloring, and the second one is ashiibell’s line-art with my coloring ^^

Aelin and the Nightgown

Inspired by this piece belonging to ashiibell (because who wouldn’t be inspired by her absolutely gorgeous coloring?!)

Hopefully it looks better than it currently does on my screen. Photoshop’s color profiles are giving me a really bad time, so right now everything look kinda muted.
Apologies :/


Aelin Ashryver Galathynius © Sarah J. Maas

Its Upside Down

Mini Fanfic for you guys based on a OTP prompt post. Link to that here (http://aelinscourt.tumblr.com/post/137729016521/prince-rowan-whitethorn-faeylin-ashiibell

Aelin pads into the kitchen, the floor cold on her feet while the heat from the hearth sends a blush into her cheeks. A finger in a book to mark her place, she makes her way to the window and looks out. Snow is drifting silently to the ground, the whole universe encased in a white blanket. The morning sun made it sparkle, and her sleepy eyes have to squint to look at the beauty before her. She had only gotten a few hours of sleep, but had awoken early thinking about an unfinished book, and just had to get up to read. She had kissed Rowan on the forehead, and then went to her favorite reading corner in the castle. Now she was in the kitchen, the smell of ginger bread having beckoned her down. With one hand still in the book at her side, and the other one stuffing bread into her mouth,she stared out the frosted window through messy blonde tresses. Not a second or two later the smell of pine and snow drifted through the doorway, signaling that her carranam wasn’t far. Aelin glanced from the window and looked at the door-way expectantly, starting when she saw a tiny mistletoe hanging from threshold. Grinning, Aelin tiptoe ran to the door way, her bare feet making a quiet scuff on the clay floor. She flipped her hair over her shoulder and put her book up in front of her face, casually eating her large hunk of bread.

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