“The reds were emphasized throughout the film, including the background drawings of the clock towers, the bath house walls, the hanging lanterns in the restaurant district, and the bridge railing. So I came up with the color design and assignments based on this red, which we might refer to as the film’s  'theme color’.“   [Yoji Takeshige - Art Director]

Oasis Abandon

(Available on AO3)
Pairing: Link/Zelda (BOTW post-game)
Words: ~2350
Summary: Link and Zelda attend a Gerudo wedding at the Southern Oasis, complete with the appropriate Gerudo garb. Taking the evening to enjoy each others companionship, they share stories, sneak a little wine, and give in to abandon..
Notes: Requested by the lovely @aliceknowstime. TY to @honestground for beta-ing :)

The note is written in a crisp and prim hand, the ink a rich earthy brown and the parchment smelling of cinnamon and spice.

Champion. Princess, it reads. For your aid in protecting Vah Naboris, Chief Riju invites you to attend the wedding of her advisor, Perda, to be held at the Southern Oasis. You will attend as the Chief’s honoured guests. Please find the appropriate Gerudo attire enclosed. Buliara.

Link takes a moment to process the note. Wedding? Gerudo attire? He eyes the large parcel sitting on the table with some reservation. Their trip to Gerudo Desert was meant to be routine; meet with Lady Riju, check on Vah Naboris, maybe race a sand-seal or two. Link checks the date of the wedding and sees that it won’t interfere with their work, and, his curiosity getting the better of him, unravels the fine twine that secures the parcel.

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He’s only been walking for about a minute before something in the air changes. Frowning, Castiel Novak looks up from where he’s been watching his step to take a look at the copse of trees around him, shivering slightly against the wind. The rain has finally cleared to give way for sunset–gold light spilling across hill and rock. It’s beautiful in an ancient, abandoned sort of way… but something in the air has him alert and careful. 

This glen demands respect.

He pays special attention to his steps from then on, careful not to put his feet anywhere outside the marked paths. 

The more Castiel walks, the faster his heart beats and his body curls into itself, and suddenly, the nice Scottish man who picked him up on the side of the road and drove him to the fairie glen doesn’t seem so crazy.

“They’re there,” he’d said sagely, nodding up the road. “Ye canna see ‘em, but they are. And if they choose you, lad, well… ye best do whatever they want, because fairies are a fickle sort.“ 

Dunvegan, the faerie castle, is a big and imposing outcropping of rocks, and after seeing the old and new spirals on its other side, Cas carefully makes his way to the top. There are a couple of people making their way back down, and he nods to them as they pass. 

But to get to the top, he has to climb up a narrow passageway. He goes from thinking he can fit with his backpack, to being completely stuck.

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They’re hanging lanterns with NDRV3 characters’ comments on by Megurogawa River in Japan as a part of cherry blossom festival.

The comments are as follows:

Akamatsu: When we talk about spring, it’s Vivaldi!

Saihara: Cherry blossoms are such beautiful things!!

Iruma: Look at me instead of flowers!!

Ouma: I wonder what’s under the flowers?

(TN: There’s this urban legend in Japan that, the redder and more beautiful the cherry blossom tree is, the more likely that there will be a corpse buried underneath it.)

I have a bit of theory about all the emphasis on telling people you love them before the end of the world. I mean, they were really “hanging a lantern on it” as the saying goes. 

The rumor is that Clarke was going to die in 4x13, if the show wasn’t renewed. I think that the script had laid the groundwork and buildup for Bellarke to exchange ILUs at some point in 4x13, before Clarke’s sacrifice. Then, when the show was renewed, those parts were cut and they went with the different ending. 

(On a side note, I think killing Clarke would have been a terrible ending. They could have kept the ending we got with minimal tweaking. All they’d need was to show the same ship landing, and then have Bellamy and the others come up the hill towards Clarke. 

Cue beautiful reunion and the start of a brand new world, ending the series on a message of hope, resilience, and triumph against all the odds.)

Feels Like the First Time

Stars… constellations of the galactic lightbulb, a series of natural light for spending the night, seeking your way back home, or dreaming something you would likely want. A star symbolises heavenly bodies, purity, and one hell of good luck. When you shoot it, it creates another symbol, another meaning to your life. A shooting star resembles an advancement in your life or one self-fulfillment. Star also means a significant change in your life… a turning point.

For Ana, a star is one thing you would likely to follow when you lost your way back home, and act as a silent listener to your dreams, to your plea, to your life. Many ancients using the star as a “shoulder to cry on” session in between their life, sharing it with your lover or best friend, and went sleep… hoping for a better tomorrow.

For Overwatch, camping at night isn’t in their nature, and they are too busy to enjoy themselves while the world hangs unbalanced between good and evil. Recreation is one rarest thing in Overwatch. It was at night, in the middle of Summer of 2075. Talon has been defeated, and a terrorist attack is just one small thing that quickly disperses, thanks to their advanced security around the world. Ana, Fareeha, and Reinhardt decided to camp together inside one of the thick tree lines with dense tree canopy. The canopy itself isn’t big to cover the whole area, but it is something for Ana and Reinhardt as they trying to dig through their most memorable memories during their youth.

“Fareeha, could you please light up the campfire? It’s getting colder now.” Ana shivered a little.

“Mother, would you ask father to warm you up?” Fareeha teased, followed by a giggle.

“The thing I’m going to ask you is, who will hug and warms you up when the night is getting colder and darker?” Ana teased her daughter back, using Fareeha’s secret lover.

Fareeha sighed in annoyance. “Mother, could you please stop bringing that up? I’m getting tired of it.”

“Well, what if I tell you…” She stopped.

“That Angie is behind you, Fareeha.” Reinhardt continued Ana’s sentence.

“Oh, Oh! Angie… I-I-I… Hi!” Fareeha stuttered. “Would you like something to eat?” She awkwardly asked Angela.

“No, thanks, Fareeha.” She said,  politely rejecting Fareeha’s offer to taste her homemade Fatta, Egyptian cuisine. “I’d like to meet with your parents about how to maintain your love life, and I’d like to share it with Jack too.” She winked.

“Oh… alright.” She sighed. “I’ll light the campfire, then.”

“Good girl, Fareeha. Thank you!” Ana thanked Fareeha for obeying her mother, she didn’t like it… but for Angela, it was something different.

Angela is new to loving Jack since the ex-Strike Commander is busy dealing with petty thieves and armed bank robberies, and he hasn’t got time to share his love with Angela. Many people know that he always cared for her in every battle and wouldn’t let her died in enemy’s hand without his sacrifice. Jack is a guy who… wants to feel the same as those who suffered, he can’t stand such things in a long time. Especially if Angela who suffer from it directly. After a small talk in between advice from the Lion and his Lioness, Angela thanked them for their time and went back to Jack’s camp. Fareeha went to sleep right away, leaving the Old Lovebirds to have some time to talk about their old age… and their younger days.

“Reinhardt, I feel there’s a river to the south, want to give it a visit?” She asked the Old Warrior.

“Couldn’t hurt, at least Fareeha get some warmth here instead of hugging Angela.” Reinhardt nodded and followed his Lioness to the riverbed, and shared their laughter when he told Ana about Angela’s relationship with her daughter.

A short trek to the riverbed seems like a long road to nowhere for Ana and Reinhardt, tagging along together and holding each other’s hands… it feels like they re-living their youth… remembering the day when Fareeha is just a young girl. They both sat down on a rotten log, sturdy enough for Reinhardt to sit on it. Even in their sixties, to hold hands together, to walk side by side – it felt that they didn’t age at all.

“So… it’s a little quiet here,” Ana said, looking at the forest in front of them. “At least we got time to talk without having those kids around us.”

The sound of a flowing river water, cricket noises coming from the forest… it couldn’t even get better for them. It’s so peaceful and otherworldly fantastic – something they missed for such a long time of fighting and killing another people with a different perspective of the world. But, now all of their scores has been settled, and they can afford to rest a little while.

“Nothing matched the solitude inside the flowing river water crashing through the rocks and a sky full of bright stars.” Reinhardt complimented his surroundings. “And the shiniest star is your eyes, Ana. I could stare it as long as I lived and roamed this world.” He cooed, kneeling before her and kissed her hands like a princess – old age doesn’t bother their love, apparently.

“Reinhardt…” She blushed. “It felt like the first time you met me, and now after thirty years together… still fresh as a ripe tomato in a fruit market.”

“I’m glad we could preserve our love because you’re looking as lovely as ever.” Reinhardt giggled.

“Ah… please… stop with your deadly coaxes. I can’t live long enough to see you if you don’t stop flattering me with your fresh yet romantic words.” Ana flattered even more and couldn’t contain herself to have a hug with him.

Ana kissed him on the cheeks, followed by a huge hug. “I will always love you, Knight Wilhelm.”

“I will always protect you, Queen Amari.”

“We ought to get back to the kids. Let this place be our special point of our “lovely” meeting.” Ana said slowly gets up from Reinhardt’s warm hug. “It’s kind of lovely here… flowing river water that calms and soothes our soul, an old, rotten log to have a seat, and a lonesome hanging lantern… it couldn’t get even better than this, right?”

“Well, I love it too. I only can pray to the Almighty that this place isn’t going to get crowded with those kids trying how to flirt and ended up having something “a little more” special between them.”

“In between their flirts and spiced-up words, I’m afraid.” Ana laughed and hop into Reinhardt’s back. “Onwards, my glorious steed!” She said playfully.

“Now, you’re acting like those kids, Ana.” Reinhardt giggled and continue to serve as Ana’s imaginary mare.

anonymous asked:

clexa and ranya wedding night sex?


like alright imagine the grounders have their own version of a wedding and marriage, and that Clarke and Lexa sort of combine that - they have a big celebration in Polis, a 3-day feast, the works, but the thing is that grounders don’t really do vows in public, but in private; but they have an Ark-ish ceremony where Kane officiates and Abby cries and they say sweet vows of forever and love to each other, and it’s a more private ceremony with just their loved ones before they go out to the wedding festivities

but then that night? when they’ve come back, they’re alone, and Clarke really just wants to sleep because she’s exhausted, but Lexa stops her and says she has something she wants to say

and she kneels again like she did when she swore fealty, except this time, nothing is left unspoken; this time, she takes Clarke’s hand, and she says her vows. but they’re not the same vows she said in the forest when there were lanterns hanging over their heads and they had all eyes on themselves; no, they’re not even in English, Lexa speaks her vows in the language of her heart, in the language she was born to speak, in trigedasleng. and it’s the language of her soul, she may be able to speak sweet loving things to Clarke in English perfectly fine but just the slightest ‘you’re beautiful’ in trig has her choking because the language has more of an emotional weight for her, it’s far more intense, and up until then she’s only ever been able to choke out short phrases like ‘you’re beautiful’ and ‘i’m yours’

but she’s never said ‘i love you’ in trig. she’s tried but each time she’s choked up, but she’s practiced for this, in front of the mirror, for months.

and it’s there, when they’re just alone, sleepy and tired, that Lexa finally says it. her tongue forms the words and they fall from her lips like water, but the feeling in her chest is so intense she starts crying - but she stays strong, she keeps talking, she tells Clarke everything that she feels for her, Clarke speaks trigedasleng fluently by now so she understands. and she cries too, because Lexa’s crying, and because what Lexa is saying is so beautiful; and when Lexa’s done, Clarke pulls her up and hugs her, so tight, she’s sobbing now, and then she just murmurs ‘i love you’ in trigedasleng, over and over again, she already spoke the vows of her heart in the forest in front of their loved ones, but Lexa didn’t truly say her vows until then, and honestly they don’t even have sex that night

they just go to bed, kiss and laugh, they’re in no rush, they have the rest of their lives to have sex, for now they’re just overwhelmingly happy to just be with each other and just love so hard it almost hurts

Jeff Skinner - Birthday Surprise

Originally posted by puckducky

I’ve had this half written for a week and couldn’t get past that point but I FINALLY felt inspired this morning and finished it! Sorry it took me so long to finally get it done!

Request from @lemontreescreed : Hey can I request an imagine for Jeff skinner? Something like where he throws a surprise birthday party for you?? Thanks

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Way Back Home

Summary: You find yourself on an island that you don’t belong on, only because of a boy’s hopeless crush.



I don’t know I’m here. I don’t belong. I have a loving family, friends who care about me. My life was happy and average. Neverland is a place for teens who feel unwanted. And that just wasn’t you.

You had been on the island for only a few days. But you missed your family, and your home. Your bedroom, your warm fluffy blankets. You missed the smell of freshly made pancakes wafting into your room, and the family breakfasts you pretended to hate but secretly loved. 

You hadn’t left your tent since you had arrived, but every once in a while, one of the little Lost Boys would come teetering in with a tray of food. Which usually resulted in you leaving it outside your tent. During the day, you rested your  head on the pillow, watching as the sun reflected off the hanging lantern. At night, you cried. You cried for everything you had lost and could never get back.

Late at night, on your seventh day in Neverland, you peered your head out of the tent. You glanced towards  the fire pit, where the Lost Boys danced around a pile of bright red-orange flames. Peter had his flute up to his mouth, but you heard no music. As you watched Pan sway to the music, he glanced towards the tent, his eyes catching your stare. His golden irises held a look of sadness and regret. Before you could hold the stare for too long, you ducked your head back into the cold, lonely darkness of your tent.


You watched her peek her head out of the tent. You knew she couldn’t hear the music that you made. It was because she didn’t belong. She was never supposed to be taken from her home. But that night, when you saw her sleeping peacefully in her bed, you knew you had fallen deep into something that had no intention of lasting.

Sorry guys that this is a little short! But I’ve got some great new things coming up that I hope you’ll like! xoxo

mewringo13  asked:

Fluffy Scenario when Link brings home fireworks to share with Zelda? Maybe a bit of a dinner and a show sort of thing?

Fireworks were a relatively new discovery; Zelda had been working on trying to figure it out, but when one of the other Sheikahs at the castle told Link he finally got the delayed reaction they had been waiting for, Link made sure to keep it secret from Zelda. As much as he wanted to show her their success, he was also planning a surprise. 

Hateno Village was getting ready for their first-annual Hero Day celebration, and as flattered as Link was, he wasn’t super interested in basking in the love of the people… it really wasn’t his thing. Zelda was adamant that they should enjoy it somehow, in celebration of his hard work in bringing peace back to Hyrule. They compromised; Link agreed to a small celebration at their home. No big parties. He didn’t want to intrude on the celebration of the town, anyways.

When the sun was just beginning to set, Zelda set up their picnic outside, lit by lanterns hanging from the apple tree. Link had gotten the fireworks all set up with some help from the fellow studiers at the castle, and as they sat down to eat, the sky got darker and darker.

“Remember the fireworks we were trying to figure out?” Link asked casually, taking another bite of mushroom skewer.

“Yes,” Zelda said, immediately frustrated, “I’m going to keep working on that! I know there’s a way to get it to work… I think Riju will really like them,” she added, leaning back with a sigh.

“I have a surprise for you.”


Right on time, as the sun hit the horizon, a high-pitched EEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee hit the sky, and Zelda looked up in shock to see a sparkler had flown from the nearby hilltop. There was a brief second of silence, and then BANG, it exploded into light and colour, a giant circle in the night sky.

Zelda gasped, and then more followed, one after the other. They were all pretty much the same; colour still had to be figured out, maybe with some help from the dye shop owner, but the general effect was there. Cheering erupted from within the town, and Zelda turned to look at Link, stars in her eyes.

“You figured it out!!” she exclaimed, beaming. “Why didn’t you-”

Link interrupted her with a kiss, his hand cupping her jaw bone as he pulled her into the embrace. With each pop and fizz of the fireworks, their hearts jumped a little; it lit their cheeks in colour as they turned away from the show, focused more on each other, finally collapsing into the blanket.

A lil headcanon

Michael has insomnia and so he’s literally always up at LEAST until 4 am. So on nights where Jeremy can’t sleep and feels alone he calls him up.

Michael drives to his house, then they get some subway, and go to The View (mentioned this in a fanfiction- it’s in a high place where you can see all the lights to the city. Reals pretty and calm).

Then they’d talk about what was bothering him and Michael would never fail to cheer him up and make Jeremy feel wanted and loved. Adored, even.

And on nights where Michael feels alone, Jeremy grabs his bike and pedals to his house. Michael hops onto his pegs and then they go into their Special Spot in the forest.

The trees are decorated with spare platforms of wood that their drama department no longer needed.

They made a hammock big enough for the two of them. Jeremy would bring an electric lantern and hang it above them. They’d talk about their day and things that make them happy.

I just- these boys support each other and I love them

Happy belated birthday @goodqueenalys who requested some autocorrect shenanigans for our favorite couple  

SANSA: Are you sure you aren’t planning anything crazy? I promise I was telling the truth when I said I would be happy with a low-key anniversary.

JON: I need you to breastfeed me. Tonight, will be perfect.

SANSA: Not to disappoint you, but I think it would be difficult for me to breastfeed you since I currently cannot lactate.

JON: FUCK. I meant I need you to believe me. I need to finish getting some things together for tonight so I’ll text you in a bit.

Sansa: I love you and I’ll see you later tonight

Sansa smiled as she reread Jon’s flustered text messages. She knew he was planning something big for their anniversary despite her protests. They had been dating for two years which shocked most of their family and friends. Most had assumed that they would fizzle out after the honeymoon period ended. On more than one occasion she dealt with accusations that they were each other’s rebound. Despite the tantrums and accusations almost everyone had come around to support the relationship when they realized it was serious.

She knew though he had decided to plan some extravagant surprise for their anniversary. He wasn’t very good at hiding anything especially not from her. If his flustered text messages hadn’t given him away, then sending Arya and Margaery to accompany her on a day of pampering did. Only Jon would be able to unite her sister and best friend in whatever mission he had given them.

“What are you smiling at?” Arya asked suspiciously. Ever since entering the mall she had been on edge and Sansa tried her best to understand her sister’s mood.

“Just something Jon said” Sansa skirted around what exactly he had said. She knew he would be mortified if she told anyone about the mix up and if roles were reversed he wouldn’t tell anyone. She wasn’t sure she heard Arya right when she muttered gross under her breath.

Obviously, she wasn’t the only one that heard Arya’s mutters because Margaery grabbed her arm and almost looked gleeful when she announced they should get manicures. 

The combined looks of Arya’s abject horror and Margaery’s glee made Sansa laugh.

Whatever Jon was planning had to be big because there was no way he could convince Arya and Margaery to team up any other way.

ARYA: Are you sure you really want propose to Sansa? My sister Sansa?

JON: Of course, why are you questioning now hours before I propose?

ARYA: Just making sure because I’m in hell for you and I need to be sure that you are absolutely sure about this.

JON: Listen, I know you don’t like hearing about how Sansa is the one for me, but she is. I’ve never loved anyone as much as I love her. She is the only woman I can ever see myself mutilating.


JON: FUCKFUCKFUCK. I meant marry. Why does autocorrect hate me so much today?

ARYA: I don’t know, but thank god you aren’t texting Sansa your proposal.

Sansa sighed as she leaned against Jon. This night had been incredible. It was like Jon had peered into her greatest fantasies from when she was younger and constructed a night to match those dreams. She couldn’t imagine the amount of hard work went into creating tonight.

The glass gardens had been beautifully decorated with twinkling string lights and paper lanterns. He had managed to invite their closest family and friends to celebrate the night with them.

Though, despite enjoying their company and the gorgeous surroundings if you asked Sansa her favorite part of the evening she would answer dancing with Jon. He stepped on her feet a few times, but held her close and suffered the good natured teasing her siblings gave him from the sidelines.
“Are you exhausted love?” Jon whispered in her ear. Sansa snuggled into his warmth and nodded against him. “Well, I’ve got one more surprise for you” He stood up and grabbed her hand and led her outside.

The heart tree had been beautiful decorated with hanging lanterns and Sansa was taken with how beautiful it was. When she got closer she noticed there was a heart carved into the tree with their initials in the center.

She spun around “Did you do—“ and was cut off by the sight of Jon down on one knee with a holding out a gorgeous ring.

“Sansa, you told me during our first wedding when we were little no proposal would be good enough if the man wasn’t brave enough to carve their initials into the heart tree and I want this to be good enough because that’s what you deserve. You deserve your fairytale love and I want more than anything to be the one to give it to you. So, Sansa Stark will you do me the honor of being my wife?” Jon asked with such hopeful eyes.

Sansa could only be grateful Margaery had insisted on waterproof mascara as she cried and nodded her head yes. She wouldn’t want anyone else to be her prince charming.

Writing Comparison Series : E

Writing Comparison Series:
Nao:  12 Shutter Clicks
Ri:  All That I Have

Hello~~ This is mine!! I don’t know if this angsty enough. Or is this what the prompt is about. Okay, I don’t know anything. But enjoy!

- E

For a moment it was tranquil, the water, the lake, the wind, even the cold breeze blowing through his sweater. For a moment he wanted to stay there, not as V, not as Jihyun, not as anyone. Just living in the moment.


The voice of a little girl woke V from his moment.

“Oh you’re the innkeeper’s granddaughter right?” asked V.
“Uh-huh. What are you doing here? And what are those?” she pointed to a pile of paper lanterns on the ground.
“Well, I’m thinking of flying these lanterns. Do you want to help?”

The little feet came closer towards V and he lend her a paper lantern to hold.

“Hold on to this, okay.”
“Eh, what is this?” asked the girl as she noticed something hanging from the lantern.

A photograph.

“Who is this?” she pointed to a female figure on the photo.

V gave a bitter smile.

“She’s my wife.”
“Your wife? Where is she?”

V looked up to the afternoon sky, smiling towards the orange coloured landscape.

“She’s here.”

Every morning starts the same.

The sound of the coffee machine starting.

The clinking sound of the plates.

The sizzling sound of breakfast cooking.

She never opened the curtains in the morning, because she knew since V’s eye surgery, he was quite sensitive with sunlight.

V woke up with a big smile on his face.

“Good morning, wife.”

She smiled as she felt V’s hand circling her hips.

“Soon.” she replied.
“So, what 24 hours from now?”
“Then, I’m officially yours.”

V giggled at the reply and kissed her cheek before going back to the bathroom for his morning shower. Every day starts and end the same way, a kiss.

“Why do you like to take pictures?” she asked.

She caught V’s attention because out of all the people in the gallery, she is the only one that gave a confused look.

“Is everything alright?” V had asked her.
All these pictures, they’re all trivial things.”
“They’re not.”
“They are. But you made them not trivial. Through these….”

And now they’re here in V’s private studio.

“Well, why do I like to take pictures….. Because your mind plays tricks on you.” answered V.
“Your mind has a mechanism that protects you from harm. Why do people repress memories, why is there people that thinks they’re something else, why does people that’s been betrayed can have a relationship again?”
“So they can move on.”
“Yes, that’s why your mind plays tricks on you so you can move on.”
“And what does that have to do with photos again?”
“What’s recorded, what’s in the picture. It’s real.”
“So photographs are….proof of reality?”
“And with photographs, everything lives forever. No matter what.”
“But it’s better to be on a vacation yourself than being sent pictures of the place.” she answered.

V chuckled at her straight response.

“Well, yes that’s true.”

She had stumbled upon V’s exhibition by accident. The delivery boy who works for the bakery she’s working at had called in sick. She had to do the cake delivery that day and that’s where she saw V’s exhibition. And she came at the last day of the exhibition.

‘It’s like fate has brought you to me.’ V always says that.

With her, V left the shadows of Rika. Leaving just the beautiful memories with him. A trick his mind has played. He started a new beginning with her.

And yesterday, he just proposed to her.

“We’re matching colours.” V said as she stepped out from their bedroom.

She looked down on her clothes and to V’s.

“I didn’t realised it.”
“We’re connected.”
“Hey, no! I laid my clothes the night before. You are copying me.”
“I just want us to match colours to the Registry Office.”

She grinned and gave a light kiss to V.

“Cheesy.” she said as she left to get her bag.
“I like being cheesy. You like cheesy guys. You love me.”

They stepped out from the office, hand in hand. In 24 hours, they’d be legally married. Just another 24 hours wait after years of relationship.

“So, we separate here?” she asked.
“Yeah, the client is in half an hour.
“Oh the baby photo-shoot?”
“I’m nervous, we never had babies in the studio.” V said.
“Don’t worry, you’re good with anyone.”

Her soft hands caressing V’s cheek was the one encouragement he needs. He gave her another deep kiss as they separate. But V won’t let go of their locked fingers.

“Hey let go of my hand.” she jokingly said.
“I can’t we’re glued.”
“24 hours and I’m glued to you.”
“I really can’t let go.” V joked again.
“Come on, you’ll be late for your client.”

V is so excited to tell Jumin. Well, Jumin would only say ‘Congratulations.’ ‘I wish you both well.’ That typical congratulatory statements. But he wanted his best friend to know first.

But with all the setting up, property placements, he didn’t have time to pick up his phone again. His client is already there.

A couple and their small baby boy.

“Mr. Kim, are we late?” the husband asked.
“No, no you’re not. Come on in.”
“He was sleeping when we took him out, so he might be a little cranky today.” said the wife.
“But we brought toys, so I hope he’ll be fine.”

V attached a toy dinosaur to the hood of his camera as the parents prepared and placed their baby on the pillow. And they were right, the baby was cranky. The parents were calling him, shaking rattler, making animal sounds. Even V’s assistant was dancing all around. But the baby kept crying and crying.

And suddenly, he stopped. The baby sat up and giggled, waving his hand all around. V prepared himself to press the shutter-release.

For a fleeting moment.

“I love you.”

The sparkles created by the sun falling on the perfect edges of her diamond ring was very captivating for her to watch. She kept turning her hand left and right, observing the ring carefully.

The bell on the door rings as she opened the bakery door.

“Ah, thank goodness you’re finally here!” her boss exclaimed.
“What happened?”
“That lazy boy called in sick again!”
“Again? How many times has it been this month?”
“We need to find another delivery boy. But for now take the motorbike.”

She groaned as she went inside the kitchen.

“You’re the only one who can ride a bike.”

She took the cake out from the freezer and checked the address to make sure she knew the way. Just another delivery. She did it a lot of times already. Just a delivery.

She hummed as she waited for the light to turn green. She’s almost there, reaching the customer’s house in a quiet area. Several bikes just ignored the red light of the intersection, well there’s no car anyway. This is a bit secluded area after all. But she’ll wait. V is the number one guy when it comes to obeying rules.

The light turns green and she drove her bike. And it was dark and she felt light.

For a fleeting moment.

“I love you.”

“But did grandpa said she died? You’re the photographer that grandpa keep telling me about right? The one whose photograph is all over our inn?”
“Yes, she died. When a police car run over a red light and to her.” V said with a sad look.
“Then why did you say she’s here?”

V felt familiar with this situation. She was like this too, always bombarding him with questions when she’s curious.

“She lives here. In my heart and in these photographs.”

The girl looked down at the photograph she’s holding. It’s always been of the same woman.

“Why are you attaching pictures of her? When the lantern lands and someone sees it, they won’t know her.”
“For the world, she might be no one. But for me, she’s the world.”

V gave another smile to the little girl before lifting up another lantern.

“Okay, I’ll stay and help.”

Binding of an not-legal sort - CS & DQ friendship

For @lenfaz, who deserves nice things (I’m sorry it’s not Jewel Queen, I’ll try it next time!) with thanks to @fairygodpirateooc for being so sweet about my silly ask. 

huge thanks to @coaldustcanary for being my ‘zomg I am doing this right?!’ savior. 

I’m also tagging @brooke-to-broch, @bessely, @icapturedkindness and @ouat-upon-a-coconut, @thejollyduckling  because you humor me. 

“Why don’t you do it?” Emma asks, picking up a handful of chips and smirking. “I hear marriages are often performed by sea captains.”

“It’s significantly more complicated than being given carte blanche to marry happy couples just because you’re captain of a vessel. There’s paperwork, different rules in every port.” He pulls the chips closer and shoves the vegetable tray in her direction. “I have not been licensed by Storybrooke’s authority with the power to offer matrimony, legal or otherwise.”

Emma rolls her eyes and takes a carrot stick. “It doesn’t have to be legal.”

“Regina is the mayor.”

“And I doubt Maleficent has a social security number.” 

Emma says that like it means something but he has no idea. Must be like the driver’s license that allows one to steer an automobile. 

“My Mom can’t do it, she kind of took Maleficent’s kid. Regina can’t do it herself, we don’t really have a judge and ever since Maleficent became district attorney–” she trails off but he knows this. 

“She can’t really wed herself either.”

“No.” Emma munches her carrot stick then dunks it in that dreadful ‘ranch’. “I guess Archie could, but I think-” she pauses, flushing, “I think it would be nice if it was you.”

“Me.” He looks up from the burgers on the grill and raises his eyebrows. “I have no connection to either of them. Maleficent even tried to kill me. So did Regina.”

“Not in a way you’re angry about.”

“No.” He flips a burger and grins at the little dark lines on the meat. Perfect. “I suppose not. What’s a little attempted murder between friends, right?” 

Emma beams. “They’re friends. Regina’s basically family. Archie’s great, but…” she lets her words slip away again and shrugs. “It would mean a lot to me. We could do it on the ship, and have the reception on the docks.”

“They’d want that?” He doesn’t know either of them well enough to say that would be something they’d enjoy, but the Jolly Roger is a special place and Maleficent loves the stars. 

“It’s a small town. I know they talked about Regina’s back yard or the park, but we could put lights up along the docks and have fireworks. Maleficent loves fireworks and we know Regina likes fireballs.”

Henry nudges his arm and looks at the burgers. “Good work.”

“Thank you.”

He grabs celery and doesn’t ruin it with ranch. Good lad. “Whatcha talking about?”

Gesturing to Emma with the tongs, he grins. “Your mother is gleefully planning your other mother’s wedding to the dragon.”

“Oh?” Henry settles down on the picnic table, watching Snow and David arrive across the park. “Anything good?”

“Yes!” Emma leans in, hoping Henry will understand. “Killian marries them, on the Jolly Roger, and then we dock, they get off the ship and we have the reception on the docks. We hang lanterns everywhere and then have fireworks over the bay. They’d love it.”

Henry grins and looks back at Killian. “A pirate wedding?”

“It’s hardly a pirate wedding just because it’s on a ship.” 

Emma and Henry both have that look and any argument he has is beside the point. He’s somehow already volunteered. 

“Why do you think they’d like that? Maybe they’d prefer not to have their wedding officiated by me.”

“You’re family,” Henry insists. “I like it. Mom was worried about getting married at the town hall, or outside and Mal, well, she still worries about scaring people, and she doesn’t scare you.” 

“She’s rather pleasant in her human form.” He sets burgers onto the table and takes another look at Snow and David. “Is this because Snow has volunteered as a monarch to perform the wedding?”

Henry and Emma share another look. 

“She did, and it’s awkward because I don’t want Maleficent to have to say no, or Regina to because they’ve been so close lately and if it was you, then–”

“Then everyone is appeased.” He shrugs. “I have performed a handfasting before. Nothing legal, mind you.” 

“See?” When Emma smiles at him like that, he would sail his ship upside down if she asked. 

“I think they’d be touched you volunteered,” Henry adds, moving the buns closer. “And it saves the trouble of the ‘she forgives you but she’s still kind of pissed you took Lily’ conversation that everyone’s been trying not to have ever since they got engaged. Trust me.”

He smiles at the lad, proud that he takes such care of his mother and future step-mother’s feelings. “All right. I shall offer my services when next I see the happy couple.” 

Emma leans over the table and kisses his cheek. “That’s the spirit, captain.” 

Not Ready

Fandom: Shadowhunters/The Mortal Instruments

Summary: It has been months after the wedding with Malec, the reader is slowly getting over Alec while taking her time with her new relationship with Raphael. Raphael had told her that he loves her but the reader hasn’t said the same. 

Pairing: Raphael Santiago x (Female)Reader

Requested?: Yes.

Part three of Miss Moving On pleaseee!!! Can the reader slowly get over Alec and start hanging out with Raphael, and something including when they all go to idris (city of glass). And the whole scene with jace/clary/Aline happen?? Please. I think you’ll do great with it!!

Thank you so much is-that-a-kitten for requesting! Sorry it took long to get this out also!

Word Count: 2617 words

Published Date: April 24, 2017

Know: (y/n)- Your Name, 

Note: Sorry for making this one so long, as I continued to write it lots of events and such went through my brain that I had to put down also. This may be the longest Imagine I made yet. There will be a fourth part!

‘Calling me cute is nice, 

Calling me hot is great, 

But calling me yours is all I want.’


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It’s been months since the wedding, and somehow (y/n) was already feeling better about her feelings. Though it wasn’t completely okay. The feelings that she had for years on Alec is taking some time to fade, though she knew it would from the beginning. What was helping her move on was the man who kissed her at the wedding. Raphael often showed her things that he would do for her if they were officially together, which he understood how she needed to go slow. (y/n) never expected that things with Raphael could go so far and so good. Their relationship went from just midnight talks and strolls to sleeping in each others bed, talking, dates, kisses, etc. It was just a wonderful experience, knowing that there was someone out there who could feel the same way and do all kinds of things together just cause they want to spend time with each other. Something that (y/n) had never experience before and it was the best thing she ever experienced ever. 

Like right now, she was on one of her midnight strolls with Raphael who had his arms wrapped around her waist and had pulled her as close as possible. The dark sky was clear for once, but it was really hard to see the glistening stars up above since the city lights cover their vision. (y/n) had always wanted to see the stars but she never had the time or exactly the place to look at them. To make out the little dipper or the big dipper would be a miracle, but the other shapes in the sky she would never see because of the city that never sleeps. Though a picnic in the middle of the park would be close enough, which is where their stroll would lead up too since Raphael cannot go out during the day. Turning into dust once contact and all. (y/n) could see that the vampire is trying to be as romantic as he can due to all of their limitations. 

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“Bough of the Eternals (World of Warcraft)”

This pendant was inspired by the Night Elf capital in World of Warcraft, known as Darnassus. In the middle of Darnassus is the Bough of the Eternals (commonly known as the Darnassian bank), where a tree has grown into the shape of a bear with a bird on its back - the two of the basic druid animal forms. I’ve incorporated the bird part of this theme, using amethysts for the tree leaves and blue Swarovski crystals for the glowing lanterns that hang down from the bird’s wings/branches. I’ve also placed the bird on top of a crescent moon to show off one of the Night Elves’ main symbols: the moon.

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