a betrothal

anonymous asked:

have I missed something...has caryl actually gone canon? or are we carylers just super hyped right now 😂😭

Personally, I believe that you can “belong to each other,” and be canon without kissing or verbalizing the love that is felt. Constant separations and her “relationship” with T*bin aside, Carol and Daryl are for a lack of a better word “betrothed” to one another and have been since S2. They are each other’s person and their emotional connection rivals the importance of any romantic relationship ever portrayed on the show. It’s so beautiful and real and completely untouchable. They can convey what’s in their hearts and in their souls so effortlessly. They are so in tune with one another, that words are rarely necessary to feel that connection and shared empathy. It’s an emotional intimacy that is destined to becone physical. So yes, I think they are canon in every way that matters. Episode 10 cemented that 1,000%

Originally posted by jamescarstairs

genericnarutoblog  asked:

I feel like the day team 6 carries out a successful mission without any trauma or injuries is the day Danzo is gonna attempt an assassination on the Hokage. Or one of them finds out they're betrothed to Kuroda. There's gotta be something to counterbalance a perfect mission.

*looks at plans for next series of missions*

*looks back at ask*

*hollow laughter*

alliswell21  asked:

Historical AU: Katniss has been engaged to Peeta's older brother since they were children, but upon meeting a Capitolite, the groom-to-be breaks the engagement, leaving Katniss devastated and feeling rejected. To avoid more scandal and loosing K's dowry, the Mellark's hurry to offer a new betrothal to their youngest son. Neither P or K are very happy about the new arrangement, P is a known womanizer and K is too puritanical. They gradually fall in love... make it as smutty as you like :)

Thanks for the prompt, @alliswell21

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Sneak Peak | Red Right Hand, 12

Hermione was running through all sorts of lists and tasks to get the children prepared for Hogwarts. She could hardly believe that Dorea was already going to be in third year. Hermione had counciled her through choosing her electives, seeing as Cassiopeia hadn’t been much help. In the older girl’s eyes, the only reason that Dorea should be going to Hogwarts was to find herself a husband. Well, Hermione had put an end to that thinking, telling Dorea that she could be whatever she wanted. She didn’t need to limit herself to being a wife.

That had certainly led to a blowout between her and Cygnus, after Cassiopeia tattled on her. Really, Hermione would expect more of a witch who was of age, but she also knew that the seventeen year old was under extreme pressure to find a new match, after her previous betrothal had fallen through the year before. Cygnus had cursed the Averys up and down the Manor, but Hermione remembered an ugly man called Avery who was a Death Eater, so personally, she thought that Cassiopeia dodged a bullet.

Hermione could admit that the girl was making efforts to be a better person, learning that part of the reason her betrothal had been canceled was because her grandmother Ursula had said something nasty about Mrs. Avery. It was just proof that being an ugly person could completely hide any of the external beauty that you had.

Read from the beginning here.

Happy New Year!

Let’s ring in the year 2017 with a kiss…

But not just any kiss: a Reylo one! <3 <3 <3 

I commissioned this stunning artwork from the amazingly talented @panda-capuccino. It came out way better than I could have ever imagined! Thank you so much for doing this Panda! 

This is the kiss after they say “I do.” 

It’s a scene from the Reylo fanfic Mitzvah, where Kylo Ren and Rey discover they are betrothed and end up getting married :D The fic is amazing and comes highly recommended if you like lost princesses, arranged marriages, and a slow burn that’s also canon-compliant!

Wait For It (M)

Anonymous Requested: Jungkook Royal AU
Pairing: Jungkook | Reader
Genre: Fluff/Smut; Royalty AU 
Word Count: 11,013
Author’s Note: I pretty much took a whole day off from life to work on this, since I start school on Monday and wanted to try and get through as much writing as I can before hell starts.

Summary: As royalty, you were forced to be sent off and married to a prince of the neighboring kingdom to strengthen your country. But when you are betrothed earlier than you expected, you seek comfort in a random stranger until you realize that perhaps fate plays a bigger hand in things than you ever thought possible.


For the record, you never asked to be a princess. Not that you think you would ever have had an upper hand in a situation like that in the first place, or that you expected things to be different if you could go back in time to watch your family history unfold. It’s just something that’s short, and simple, and a fleeting thought you ponder about on more than one occasion, which is certainly a lot more times than someone who was actually happy with their lives would think.

Now, it’s not that you’re ungrateful with the life you’ve been gifted with, you’re well aware of the luck you’ve received, because at the end of the day, it’s the kind of lifestyle that guarantees food upon the table. It promises a roof over your house during the night, during the rain or snow, (more than) comfortable clothing to keep you warm throughout the bitter winter. The gold and motivation and rule your family has over the kingdom is nothing to shy away from.

It just, it provokes a lot of… pressure in your system, in your heart and in your mind.

Most of these things sprout from your father, who is probably just as ruthless as he is caring and hard-working and passionate about the land he is expected to rule over with grace and respect and an equal amount of force to make sure the people of the kingdom didn’t take advantage of him. He’s always been a loving father, albeit expecting the most out of you between your two other siblings. As caring or thoughtful or empathetic has he could be, there were often moments in your life when your best was never good enough for him.

You’ve been taught since birth to follow the orders and rules set up by your father because, as so graciously pointed out by the servants the dusk and clean and care for you on more than one occasion, your father always did what he believed would be best for you. So every piano or violin or guitar lesson he ever made you take, those foreign language lessons, classes on discipline and how to look, think, behave like a princess—those were always for your own future benefit.

“Keep your back straight, shoulders back, smile pretty.”

Always cut small pieces of your meal. Take small sips of your drinks. Always remember to wipe your mouth with a napkin.”

“Don’t speak unless spoken to.”

It’s not that you hate being a princess. You just hate having things being done for you, you hate how decisions and that free-will of choice and responsibility has been ever-so-graciously lifted off your shoulders as if these were things you would never have to burden yourself with. You hate not having a voice, your words drowned by the ones of your father or mother. Your existence has constantly been overshadowed by those greater than you could ever hope to be. You hate the role you have to play into society, how you had to spend your days dealing with other people’s problems. Shouldering a kingdom is no laughing matter, there are rules and regulations and decisions that constantly need to be made to ensure the safety and well-being of everyone who live within the borders. Your mere existence is to live for other people.

It’s exhausting.

But in spite of your feelings, you know that changing fate is practically impossible. So you roll with your father’s wishes, because you understand that this is duty you owe to your kingdom. Perhaps at the end of the day, it will truly never really matter what you desire. From the moment you were birth, your entire life story has already been written by you, the quill of ink belonging to your father and mother and every other person who thought they could know you better than you could ever know yourself.

You let yourself take everything in. You visit the nearby villages and listen to everyone’s problems, their hopes and wishes and promise to become stronger and stronger to help them. You take the lessons set up by your father. You keep your back straight, your eyes forward, your mouth shut. You accept the fancy parties and the wine, the dancing and the violins echoing through your ear, speaking only when you are spoken to. It’s torture, but you have to remind yourself that is it your duty, your obligation and your responsibility.

You even let your father tell you that there will come a day when you will be sent off to a predetermined prince in a neighboring kingdom, be married off into a family you don’t know and perhaps will never truly belong to—all for the benefit of your kingdom. You let him tell you this, and you accept it. You give yourself a few years to mentally prepare yourself, expecting your father at the very least to grant you this one wish.

A raised eyebrow. “But the prince could be ready to meet you any day now.”

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So like… FFXV AU where there’s no magic, or at least no war with Niflheim, and the lives of the chocobros and Luna pretty much goes as it should have without all this destiny bullshit fucking people up. 

So like, Noctis is still raised with Gladio and Ignis by his side, and still betrothed to Luna, but Prompto never came to Lucis. He grew up in the empire. So Noct is a little different, a little more lonely and closed off. Gladio and Ignis are still his friends, and care for him a lot, but none of them are very good at… expressing that. And they don’t really do friend-things which leads to a lot of doubting the actual value of their relationship.

So because of this, Noctis is really… not good with people. And around late high school/early college years, Prompto moves to the Crown City from Niflheim to become a photography major. So cue first project of the year, he has to take a portrait of someone. Since he doesn’t know anyone, he pretty much scours the campus until he sees Noctis and goes perfect.

So he swallows his anxiety down and trots up to Noct, having absolutely no idea who he is. AKA the crown prince of Lucis. And he just holds up his camera and goes, “So, uh, this may sound kiiiiinda weird, but, like, could I get your picture?” 

And Noctis has been hounded by reporters his whole life. He sees himself in headlines, in magazines, on the news. It’s gotten old. And now, apparently, they’ve followed him to school. 

He does not handle things calmly. It pretty much ends with Prompto’s camera broken and Noctis storming off, and Prompto is understandably devastated. Also might hate Noctis with a passion. 

That is, until Noctis realizes that he keeps seeing this guy around campus. And he’s clearly there for a reason unrelated to the prince. In fact, he can very clearly hear Prompto begging his professor for an extension on the project because some asshole broke my camera and I don’t have money for a new one and Noctis has about the biggest OH SHIT moment of his life.

You hear yourself walking on the snow.
You hear the absence of the birds.
A stillness so complete, you hear
the whispering inside of you. Alone
morning after morning, and even more
at night. They say we are born alone,
to live and die alone. But they are wrong.
We get to be alone by time, by luck,
or by misadventure.
—  Jack Gilbert, “Betrothed,” Collected Poems (Knopf, 2012)

I commissioned this breathtaking piece of art from the brilliant, incredible, amazing @panda-capuccino for the fantastic Reylo fic, Mitzvah. It’s a wonderful tale where Rey is actually a lost princess who, in a twist of fate, finds out she is betrothed to none other than Kylo Ren. 

This is her stunning wedding dress <3 

Thanks so much Panda for creating this beautiful piece!


Final Fantasy XV Chapters | 9. Callings |

Noctis receives a warm send-off as he sets sail for Altissia in high spirits. The prince goes forth ostensibly to seek the blessings of the Hydraean, which will enable him to challenge the empire’s might, but his true heart’s desire is to find Lunafreya, his betrothed.