emma burrow


Power Rangers Megaforce!

one of the latest rangers (2013)

wait for the super megaforce! I’m gonna draw it tomorrow!


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this power rangers illustration is my personal project to draw all rangers icon from saban’s mighty morphin power rangers series

  • Emma: If you bite it and you die, it's poisonous. If it bites you and you die, it's venomous.
  • Troy: What if it bites me and it dies?
  • Emma: That means you’re poisonous.
  • Orion: What if it bites itself and I die?
  • Emma: ...That's voodoo.
  • Jake: What if it bites me and someone else dies?
  • Emma: That's correlation, not causation.
  • Gia: What if we bite each other and neither of us die?
  • Noah: That's kinky.
Hope Among the Roses

Pairing: Captain Swan

Rating: G

Genre:  Canon divergence–5a

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A/N: This is the next in my new Fluffy Fridays reruns series.  I realized several of these one or two shots might have fallen through the cracks as they hid within the (now massive) fluffy anthology that is known as Fluffy Fridays. As I don’t really have time to write new stuff now, I thought I’d pass the time in December (and the very end of November) by pulling out my favorite FF installments and posting them in their own right.  Hope you enjoy the “rerun”!


Killian took Emma’s hand and led her from the lively great hall into the secluded, shadowed stairwell.  As soon as they’d disappeared from the curious eyes of the Camelot court…not to mention Emma’s family and friends…he took her into his arms and kissed her as though his very life depended on it.  She responded immediately, her arms coming around him, her lips, against his, turning up in a smile, a small sound of contentment in the back of her throat.

Killian kept the kiss gentle, tender, needing to show her just how much he loved her; reveling in the fact that they were together; that she was here in his arms.

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      “Harry and Hermione threw themselves into the panicking crowd. Guests were sprinting in all directions; many were Disapparating; the protective enchantments around the Burrow had broken.
      “Ron! Ron!” Hermione called, half sobbing as she and Harry were buffered by terrified guests: Harry seized her hand to make sure they weren’t separated as a streak of light whizzed over their heads, whether a protective charm or something more sinister he did not know…
      And then Ron was there. He caught hold of Hermione’s free arm, and Harry felt her turn on the spot; sight and sound were extinguished as darkness pressed in upon him; all he could feel was Hermione’s hand as he was squeezed through space and time, away from the Burrow, away from the descending Death Eaters, away, perhaps, from Voldemort himself…” - Deathly Hallows

anonymous asked:

I like to think that Emma and Elsa have a magical way to communicate across the realms, like some magical version of Skype, because I refuse to let this beautiful friendship be limited to 4a. What do you think their convos would be like?


Admitting Emma’s family tree was fucked up was the understatement of the century. Three years ago she had nobody, except the nice lady who ran the store she visited periodically to purchase her Poptars who had insisted on learning her name and wish her a good day after she paid. Now she had parents - who were royalty, mind you, - a son who would soon be taller than her if he kept growing at this rate, a pirate boyfriend (it sounded too good not to label it like that), her son’s entire ‘other’ family (Dark One included, even though by silent agreement his name had been pretty much burnt out from the hypothetical family tree tapestry), an entire town (realm?) that constantly supported her and her own.

Oh, and a little brother.

A little brother who had spilled his food all over her sweater.

Good thing her friend was just one magical mirror away.

“What happened to you?” Elsa asked with a frown, sitting on her bed back in Arendelle and staring quizzically at her through the mirror they used to talk on. Emma gripped the hem of the sweater with a tired sigh.

“My brother. He wasn’t feeling really like mashed sweet potatoes tonight. His loss.”

The ice queen laughed. “Maybe he thought you were a nice canvas to try on his art.”

“Yeah, yeah, really funny. How do I get rid of this?”

Elsa stared at her. “You take it off and clean it?”

“Seriously? No spell for this?”

There was a frustrated sound from the other side of the mirror, and Emma fought a smile. “I appreciate the faith in my knowledge, but my magic is made of ice, Emma. I only know my own magic, not every spell of every kind of magic.”

Emma’s face fell at that. She really had hoped to get some pointers about magical dry cleaning instead of paying for someone to do it.

“Don’t pout, you’ll get wrinkles.”

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