her memories of a dream

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       Around them, the temple shook and trembled with the energy of it’s own impending destruction. The obelisk the sith-holocron had been placed in sparked violent currents that charged the air between them with sharp static, and for a moment, she almost forgot all about the sabers in her hands, the frantic sounds of Ezra and Kanan calling for her to hurry. The door was slowly inching shut, and yet she stood rooted to the spot, fixated by the terrible wheezing sounds made by the monster behind her. 

      Vader rose slowly, body straining under the pressure of a damaged breathing apparatus trying frantically to process oxygen to burnt lungs. She’d cracked his mask and exposed a portion of his face — exposed the charred skin and sith-yellow eyes underneath.  Time slowed. 

      “Ahsoka,” the monster rasped.  The sound came out distorted and broken, but the voice was achingly familiar; she’d heard it in her dreams, and in memories so old that they felt as if they were from another life entirely. She could’ve wept at the sound. This was Anakin.

       “I won’t leave you,” she said, heart aching. “Not this time.”

      The lone eye stared back, and for a moment she could’ve sworn that she saw the yellow give way to blue. 

I’m actually rather relieved that Laura is such an unmitigated asshole on the show. I know that they kind of took that post-mortem detachment from the book which was attributed to her being a zombie and applied it to her life before death, which is perhaps a departure, but it certainly makes a lot of sense.

Prior to the show airing I only saw the preview clips of her that were from the scenes where she is seen through Shadow’s memories or dreams of her (particularly the “who told you I was dead puppy” line) and I was worried they were going to soften her, make her more… ethereal… and I thought Emily Browning didn’t look like I would have imagined Laura to be (more hard edged).

But in actuality those soft moments are just Shadow’s rose tinted memories/imagings, and the show is mostly “look at this fucking asshole omg” and Browning’s portrayal is one of a person who looks cute and is used to being able to use that to distract and disarm people and avoid consequences in truly outlandish asshole fashion. (In the book her most redeeming quality was her willingness and ability to literally rip people to shreds if they were after Shadow, and in the show it’s amusing to watch her realize that she can literally cleave a man in two with a crotch kick, which is why I like her, because don’t we all want to eviscerate people for Shadow?)

Anyway, think it truly shakes her that Shadow doesn’t just melt for her. And it’s a mix of him seeing her in a more true light for the first time after knowing about her betrayal, but also, as Mr Wednesday says, she smells like cat piss and oven cleaner. Not so easy to charm your way out of trouble when you’re held together by paint and formaldehyde.

When she asks him if she feels alive and he’s like “yeah” it’s the least convincing yes in the history of the world but she’s pleased, like she actually believes it, and it was quite awkward. Though maybe I’m biased because I remember in the book how when she kissed him it said that’s when he knew she was well and truly dead.

Rowaelin’s daughter x Feysand’s son fic Part V

Sadly, friends, this is the last one. Thank you for coming on this journey with me, and meeting and shipping Sastiel as hard as I did. I cry now.

Check out Part I, Part II, Part III and Part IV.

*****

Seraphine walked behind Kastiel in silence, her wolf following behind her.
It felt like a lifetime ago when Fenrys had given her Fen as a pup. Now he was as big as she is.
She patted down the scruff of his fur, murmuring how good he is when she felt Kastiel’s gaze land on her.
“We’ll train here,” he said.
Seraphine looks around at the vastness of her surroundings. Kastiel wanted to train early—so early in fact, that the sun had barely even risen. She had been given a thick set of Illyrian leathers to wear (despite her telling Kastiel that she didn’t feel the cold), and a ridiculous amount of daggers were now strapped to her body.
“It’s more for my peace of mind,” was his only reply.
Now they were at the snow capped mountain side, with no one around them.
This was dangerous any way you look at it.
“Scared, Seraphine?”
“Only of what your family will do after I’m done with you.”
The two circle each other—neither looking away from each other’s gaze. “No powers. I want to see you fight,” he says.
As she pulls out a dagger strapped from her hip, Seraphine supposed she should have told Kastiel that she’s more skilled with a knife than her fire.
With a twist of her wrist, Seraphine let fly a hand full of daggers towards Kastiel. He dodged them easily, no hesitations in his steps. Like he was dancing. Whatever training he had gone through—it was perfect—beautiful to watch.
But Kastiel didn’t spend years on the road, fighting bandits, dealing with thugs and dodging assassins—he didn’t know how to fight dirty like she did.
Seraphine rushed towards Kastiel, tackling him to the ground. The soft snow crumbled underneath them. Seraphine held Kastiel in a bear hug, her dagger pressed against the soft spot of his neck as they fell in the small ditch.
Luckily, Kastiel’s strong wings cushioned their fall, Seraphine now on top of him. She couldn’t help but think of how perfectly they fit together—like two pieces in a puzzle. 
She gives him a mischievous smile. “You’re letting me win, princeling.”
Kastiel blocked Seraphine’s dagger with his own, letting both of it clatter to the ground near them.
“I win,” he says, studying her face under heavy lids.
The sun had finally risen, covering the white mountains in shimmering orange. It was almost as if the snow were alight with flames. The view reminded him of when he was younger—when his uncle brought him here.
Kastiel couldn’t stop himself—didn’t even bother trying. He slowly, apprehensively, touched his lips to her temple—like a question.
And Seraphine answered back, sliding her cheek down against his, where his lips touched her closed eyes, and down, down to the sensitive part of her throat, her cheek, her jaw.
Kastiel’s lips found hers.
And the soft feel of them and the hard feel of his body under her made her body come alive from a different kind of fire. And the taste of him, of their kiss deepening, of his hands on her back, his leg between hers, made her ache from a different kind of need.
She couldn’t stop the moan escape from her lips—or the way her body moved yearningly into him.
A familiar male voice cleared their throat, separating Seraphine and Kastiel.

*****

“How disappointing,” his uncle practically purrs, “to find the two of you rolling in the snow, instead of training.”
Kastiel took a moment to collect himself, his scrambled thoughts, his lips on hers. And how they still screamed more, more more.
He ignored his uncle, helping Seraphine to her feet. He was never going to hear the end of this.
“You even had the wolf on guard,” his uncle says incredulously with a shake of his head. “Kastiel, I need you to take care of the monsters. This is an order, little general. I have things to do.”
His uncle gives him a wink, and winnows away, taking Fen with him.
Kastiel lets out a long breath, glancing at Seraphine. Her mouth was tilted up in a secret smile at him, her lips swollen from their kiss, her hair a mess from how he had held her close to him. He reached for her hands, feeling the flicker of the mating bond between them.
Kastiel falters at the touch.
“I have to go back to camp,” he says. “The fire training will have to wait a little longer.”

*****

Seraphine spent her afternoon sitting on a trunk of a large oak tree. She promised herself that she would not think about the kiss they shared—but it was hard for her to not obsess over it. She was perfectly fine sitting under the sun with a sketchbook in her lap, day dreaming about future kisses to come.
Besides, it was pure indulgent to watch Kastiel train a group of Illyrian kids.
She could tell, just by the way he was showing the kids how to wield their stick swords, that he was distracted.
“Stay close,” he had told her, before she decided to ignore him. She wandered the camp aimlessly until she found her spot by the tree.
It pleased Seraphine even more that Kastiel’s eyes kept on looking at the general spot of her vicinity, but he had yet to realise that she was up on a tree.
As he supervised each child’s parry, one particular little boy followed behind him like his shadow. Everything Kastiel did, the little boy was mimicking.
With a smile on his face, Seraphine watched as Kastiel hoisted the boy up in the air—the boys arms and legs flailing helplessly—and said something that made the boy giggle with laughter. She couldn’t help but sketch Kastiel’s face in that moment.
When Kastiel was done, Seraphine leaped from her spot on the tree. They found each other in the middle, and got started on working to control her fire.

*****

“Don’t be scared,” Kastiel told her from behind the door of her suite, “Or else they’ll sense it.” He started pacing. “The only person you have to watch for is my Aunt Nesta—and maybe my Uncle Cassian—they’re very protective of me. But other than that, everybody is nice. You’ll fit right in.”
“Oh, will you stop fussing about,” Seraphine says as she opens her door. Kastiel’s mouth drop open. Seraphine had changed from her Illyrian leathers to a simple, long silver slip dress that matched her hair. The dress caught in the light every time she swayed her hips.
By the Mother.
Seraphine gave him a timid smile. “I must confess—I haven’t worn a dress since I can remember.”
He shook his head in reply.
The sight of Seraphine undid Kastiel.
“Control yourself,” his father suddenly warned him in his head. But Kastiel couldn’t stop the pull of the mating bond.
The dinner table of the House of Wind were already occupied with the uncomfortable looks of his family—they no doubt sensed it in him. Kastiel pulled out a seat next to his mother for Seraphine to sit, whilst he sat next to her and his uncle Azriel.
“Seraphine, this is my mother and father, High Lady and Lord of the Night Court, Feyre and Rhysand.”
“Please,” his father said, “call me Rhys.”
“And here are my aunts Nesta, Elain, and The Morrigan. And my uncles, Azriel and Cassian.”
Seraphine’s eyes travelled along his family’s faces.
“Honey,” The Morrigan said to Seraphine, “you can call me Mor.”
Kastiel choked on his drink. “Why do I have to call you The Morrigan, when others can call you Mor?”
“Because, Kastiel,” The Morrigan smiled, sipping her wine slowly. “I don’t want to sound old.”
The table erupt in laughter.
“Though Rhysand,” his uncle Cassian interrupts, “you wouldn’t be laughing at what I saw by the mountains earlier this morning.”
The smile in Kastiel’s lips fell.

*****

Kastiel’s dysfunctional family made Seraphine miss her own. She couldn’t believe how long it’s been since she sat at the dinner table to eat a simple meal.
“You’ve gone quiet,” Kastiel whispers in her ear. “Is something the matter?”
Seraphine shakes her head. “I am simply homesick,” she says out loud.
Kastiel’s mother, Feyre, reached for her hand on the table. The gesture surprised her, yet Feyre’s touch was comforting, real—reminding her of her own mother.
“Is there anything that you remember from your past that could help us find your way home?” Feyre asks her.
Seraphine takes a moment to collect her memories, trying to separate the truths from dreams. She had been taken by a group of strange assassins in Erilea. They had captured her, captured her wyvern, captured her wolf, and bound her to a pole in a circular clearing. They were chanting, calling, reciting—it was a sacrifice. She was a sacrifice to the dark pit welling under her. But Seraphine could escape any hold, and so could her wolf. She had shouted at Fen, shouted at him to watch out as an arrow flew towards him. But she blocked it with her back, she fell on her hands and knees from the impact, and she kept on falling, falling into the void, screaming, screaming—
“SERAPHINE.”
The voice that woke her was at once the night and the dawn and the stars and the earth, and every inch of her body calmed at the dominance of it.
“Look at me.”
She did.
Kastiel held her face in his hands, “you’re safe, you’re here, you’re safe with us.”
Seraphine looked around at the table. She didn’t know what she expected—maybe their judgment—but certainly not their faces of awe—at Kastiel, she wasn’t sure—and understanding.
She swallowed the lump in her throat. “I met this creature, in the forest. It called itself the Suriel. It said to find the ancient one—”
“The Ancient One?” Rhysand interrupted, his violet eyes pinning her to the spot.

*****

Kastiel and Seraphine sat by the ledge in her room. His father had called for his aunt Amren to return from the Summer Court. Kastiel shudders at the thought of facing his aunt after this.
Ever since the dinner, Seraphine had barely said any words to him. He would be lying if he said that her outburst had scared him—had scared his whole family. They were all expecting her fire to erupt.
But it never did—she had controlled it without her even noticing.
“I want to show you something,” he said, gathering Seraphine in his arms, and flying away from the House of Wind.
“The view of Velaris at night cannot compare to any city. But, I think the Sidra River can make you think otherwise.”
Kastiel held Seraphine in silence as they looked out into the sparkling river.
“Is it safe to swim?” Seraphine asked.
Kastiel flew down into the water in answer.

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Finding Closure (Part 1)

Summary: AU. Reader left behind a hometown full of misery to make a new home in Brooklyn. A death in the family forces her to briefly return to the place that has haunted her dreams and memories for three years. Will she finally be able to move on, or will a figure from the past change everything?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,837

Warnings: angst, language, more angst, mention of alcoholism, mention of death, mention of funeral, mentions of neglect, mentions of estranged family members, heartache, sadness, mentions of sad childhood

A/N: This is the first part of my submission for the talented and wonderful @tatortot2701 ‘s AU writing challenge. (Tay, please disregard until it’s completed!) Y'all wanted angst, well…I took a fluffy prompt and darkened it. I tried not to but this story wouldn’t leave me alone. I’m not sure how many parts it will have.

My prompt was 28 .“____ is not a real word.” “Yes it is!”

Part:  1 - 2 -

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“Some people are meant to be loved and others just naked” (III)

A/N: Part III of CEO Harry! I sincerely hope this was worth the wait and that you guys enjoy it. Thank you for your lovely comments and support. As always, this includes smut, daddy kink and a shitload of angst. I hope you like it. ♥

Harry and Y/N are enemies in the business world but the perfect partners under the sheets.

Based on the song Wrong by Zayn ft. Kehlani

Part I. Part II. Part III. Part IV.

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The sense of overachievement deeply ingrained in Y/N’s mindset is an innate weapon that can be both a blessing and a curse: when success is the rule rather than the exception, each failure, no matter how minor, feels like the end of the world.

Oliver Zhang represented all four horsemen during Y/N’s friday night apocalypse. She was certain she hadn’t experienced humiliation to its greatest extent until he stood her up at a VIP rooftop bar that overlooked the whole city and highlighted the blossoming nightlife she was letting go to waste -along with three hours of her precious time and a new outfit.

Unable to convert stress into drive whenever the gap between her expectations and the reality of her circumstances starts to diverge, she reverted back to a well-practised posture: that of spoiled brat utterly resolute in her decision to fuck shit up and get away with it.

The taste of defeat and the remnants of shame hovering on the tip of her tongue assumed control of her body and, naturally, what ensued was nothing short of wrongdoings she would gladly exclude from her future autobiography.  A videotape in fast forward, memories that her mind would disguise as dreams -and therefore wouldn’t regret- until the following morning.

What her brain did register was that at some point, her low cut silk burgundy dress came off. 

And somewhere along the way, she ended up in Harry Styles’ bed.

Her resolve might parallel that of an all-powerful creature but she’s only limited to her human strength, and no human in recorded history has been proved strong enough to fight off the inevitable.

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@storybycorey I think it’s been like a millions years since I’ve actually posted a photo for you of Gillian and this one makes me happy

Finding Closure (Part 4)

Summary: AU. Reader left behind a hometown full of misery to make a new home in Brooklyn. A death in the family forces her to briefly return to the place that has haunted her dreams and memories for three years. Will she finally be able to move on, or will a figure from the past change everything?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,367

Warnings: angst, language, mentions of bad home life, family issues, revisiting childhood home, excessive Bucky adorableness, drinking, dumb decisions on both sides

A/N: I just needed to post this. Part four of my entry for @tatortot2701‘s AU challenge. I know it’s probably annoying, and it doesn’t get anyone anywhere, but who’s rational when it comes to this stuff anyway? PS - the song is “My Girl” by the Temptations. I hc that Bucky’s uncle used to listen to oldies in the garage.

Part:  1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6

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Happy Birthday Mocha!!!!!

You would have been 7 today but I’m glad I got almost this many years with you. Thanks for being with me all this time and my motivation when times where bad. I know I’ll be seeing you again one day till then I hope you’re okay with the other fellow pigs in the veggie fields!!
From the Sea

She had been taken when she was young, as is a risk when you live near one of the few places that the Fair Folk inhabit in our world. She was just a child when she was taken, so she did what children were taught to do, she was polite. She didn’t know any better but to thank Them, after all she was just a child. They found her entertaining and kept her around just to pick at things, offering her dandelions for her memory, and seashells for her dreams. She lost much to them, but she was never truly in any real danger, until her fall.
 
 She would have died and what else was a scared child to do when faced with death from blood loss? Accepting the eternal debt to the Fair Folk was the only way to survive and she was so very afraid of death, but what child wouldn’t be? They let her go soon after, they had taken all they wanted from her and they know she was theirs.
 
  She had pushed the memories from her mind and retreated into what she could trust; science. Science troubled her, it was far too constant for her mind to make sense of, but she pushed herself to find comfort in things that were proven to be true, she did her best to fit her free-flowing mind into the boxes of mathematical thinking, but it never quite worked out. Everything was fine, as it always is until you come home to find an acceptance letter with the crest from a college you don’t recognize and certainly didn’t apply to. She did what she knew to do in this situation, she opened the envelope. Two papers were contained within the envelope, an acceptance letter from a college known as Elsewhere University and a small note written on a old paper that smelled of lavender. The smaller note only had three words writte ben on it in swirling handwriting “You must attend”

  She arrived on campus the day of orientation with hope in her eyes and fear in the darkest corners of her mind. The traditions were strange to her but she did her best to follow them, but no matter who she introduced herself as Sunny, they all defaulted to calling her by a nickname she hadn’t heard in years. The nickname the Fair Folk had given her many years before, Mellifluous, a voice as sweet as honey.

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Finding Closure (Part 2)

Summary: AU. Reader left behind a hometown full of misery to make a new home in Brooklyn. A death in the family forces her to briefly return to the place that has haunted her dreams and memories for three years. Will she finally be able to move on, or will a figure from the past change everything?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,682

Warnings: angst, language, more angst, mentions of sexytimes (so I’ll slap a NSFW-but-not-really label on this), flashbacks, mentions of alcoholism

A/N: This is the 2nd part of my submission for the talented and wonderful @tatortot2701 ‘s AU writing challenge.  I took a fluffy prompt and darkened it. My heart has an owwie.

My prompt was 28 .“____ is not a real word.” “Yes it is!”

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Kalagang #05

1x06 Demons

There’s only one Kalagang moment in this episode, but I LOVE THIS SCENE. I mean, we love all Kalagang scenes, don’t we. Who doesn’t? Isn’t that why I am writing these posts and you’re reading them right now in the first place? LOL. So without further ado, let’s begin.

Previously on Sense8, Kala fainted in her wedding. Thank you, Wolfgang. Now they are aware of each other. Also, we get to see what each character thinks more importantly of – moral compass, logic, or desire.

I don’t know if it’s just me, but when Wolfgang says ‘hello again’, I felt my heart exploded. TOO MUCH HOTNESS. I JUST. I CAN’T. HIS FACE. HIS BODY. HIS FREAKIN’ EYES. HIS VOICE. DAMN YOU WOLFGANG BOGDANOW. DAMN YOU MAX RIEMELT. Whoa, I’m gushing too much.

See what I mean? I can’t think straight when he’s like THAT.

Original post [x] @netflixsense8gifs

Oh no? OH YES TO ME! Kala, you seriously need to appreciate the fact that you are able to see him.

JUST LOOK AT HIM! OH MY GOD! You know what? this post can just be me gushing over Wolfgang. And I’m not gonna be ashamed of it. Or feel sorry for not analyzing Kalagang moments which I should be doing right now! You hear me? I wont’ be SORRY! – no, I’m kidding. I’d feel terrible if I didn’t write this post properly.

Original post [x] @fyeahmaxriemelt

One thing I’ve noticed when Kala locks her door is that the place they visit each other – right after they’re surely aware of one another’s presence – has changed. Before this, places Wolfgang and Kala visited (or just connected in general) were more public such as cemetery, Sanyam’s (Kala’s father) restaurant, Indian restaurant in Berlin, club’s bathroom, swimming pool, and the place where Kala’s wedding was held.

Now, they are in each other’s bedroom – the most private space one can have. Wolfgang showing up in Kala’s bedroom has significant meaning to it.

Original post [x] @fyeahmaxriemelt

Let’s rewind a bit. When Kala wakes up in her bedroom, the first thing she sees is her family (although the person in the middle looks like her coworker/friend but whatever). Let’s say Kala’s bedroom is a metaphor for her mind or herself. Her family (and friends) symbolizes things or people that made who she is today. They represent Kala’s personality, her beliefs, her dreams, memories, relationships, important values in her life, you-name-it. At the same time, her mind is the most private space – like her bedroom. So she only lets in those which she knows, trusts, cares, and loves, or at least she’s familiar with – just like her family has been the only ones who can come to her bedroom.

Original post [x] @fyeahmaxriemelt

But then, all of sudden, out of nowhere, THIS GUY shows up none other than in Kala’s own bedroom. In her bed. And let us not forget that Rajan has never been in her bedroom, ever.

I wrote in the previous post [x] that when Wolfgang showed up in Kala’s wedding he represented Kala’s inner voice. I’d add more and say Wolfgang himself symbolizes Kala’s darkest and deepest desire which explains why Kala later describes him as a demon.

Anyhow, so Wolfgang showing up in Kala’s bedroom indicates – the wedding sort of triggered the awakening of Kala’s desire which has been hidden for very long time. And now, it’s visible. Again, in her bed. She can feel her longing for something more in her life; she just doesn’t want to admit it, yet.

And before we move on, can we just take a moment and see how Wolfgang is eyeing on her? I mean, seriously…I’m 600% sure that most people love this scene because of the way Wolfgang looks at Kala the whole time.

Wolfgang: I didn’t ruin anything. You didn’t want to marry that guy. [That is not for you to say] Maybe not, but you wanted me to say it.

Obviously, Kala doesn’t want this unexpected visitor – more like an intruder from her perspective – to keep seeing through her.

Original post [x] @eleveun

And obviously, Wolfgang cannot help but enjoy knowing what she wants with seductive look on his face.

Wolfgang: *pat* *pat* *pat*

Me: I’M SOLD

But not her. Nope.

Original post [x] @fyeahmaxriemelt

And he seems so disappointed. Which makes him hotter and cuter for some reason. But I’m kinda glad that she said no to him. One of many things I love about Kala and Wolfgang is that even though they’re pretty much love at first sight, they don’t rush. Their relationship rather builds up gradually making their connection stronger.

Moreover, this is the first time Wolfgang actually develops a relationship with someone. It’s going to be something totally different from what he’s used to do with other women. So Wolfie, patting the bed may not be the smartest move to make in front of Kala. Not right now.

BUT interestingly, if you look back at the GIF where Wolfgang pats on the bed, you can see Kala’s body sorta leaning towards him for a moment – deep down, she wants him too.

Original post [x] @klarksbelomi

I have absolutely nothing to talk about – except how cute this whole scene was. The way Kala tries to figure out what is going on with her, Kala’s description of Wolfgang as demon, Wolfgang gazing at Kala as she moves back and forth in her room…and smiling at her. P E R F E C T I O N. Technically it’s not their first meeting, but it still gave me this vibe of meet-cute in romantic films.

Wolfgang: If you are so concerned with privacy and decency, why did you look? [I did not] Yes, you did. You looked then, and you’re looking now [I did not].

Original post [x] @ludi-lin

I just love how he teases Kala. Him glancing down at his ‘trunk’ and then right back at her. He’s totally enjoying every second of this moment with her.

Kala: [and somehow, I feel that you want me, too] Oh my god, you are a demon.

Original post [x] @fyeahmaxriemelt

In 1x02 post, I wrote that the way Wolfgang describes his feeling towards Kala is going to change gradually from words that are very instinctive to something more emotional. First it was ‘craving’; now it’s ‘want’. If you search the word in the dictionary, it means ‘have a desire to possess or do (something); wish for’. So for Wolfgang, this feeling he has is still closer to desire or lust (instinctive). The reason he uses that word is because maybe he doesn’t know it’s love, yet. Or maybe he’s just more used to that word.

Want, desire, lust – these are the words Wolfgang is familiar with. To Kala, they’re raw, strange, unfamiliar, and even immoral things to feel – which explains her astounded reaction. Not to mention she’s never heard directly from someone that he wants her. But at the same time, you see a very subtle smile on her face – she doesn’t hate it completely. I feel like she’s impressed by how straightforward and honest Wolfgang is. Because in her life, she never had a chance to talk about deep feelings or desires so openly with others.

I mean Wolfgang is everything that Kala is not – and that makes her more attracted to him…and vice versa.

Kala: I know that if it was you [Rajan] that had fainted just before you were to marry me, oh, dear, I’d be absolutely sure that you hated me and that you didn’t want anything to do with me. So I completely understand if you came here because you don’t want to marry me any longer. And you don’t have to worry about protecting my feelings.

Maybe because she’s somehow influenced by Wolfgang, but anyhow, when Kala meets up with Rajan, I think it’s the first time she actually spills out what she really feels. I would say she tried her best to be honest as possible, but it’s still not enough to make Rajan to know her intentions completely.

Because the way she address the issue is…you can see that Kala wants to be honest with Rajan, but at the same time she doesn’t want to hurt his feelings. She doesn’t want to be that bad person who dumps her fiance after their failed wedding ceremony. I wrote that Kala is on her journey figuring out ways to become an adult…and this is going to be one of the biggest struggles on her way. Sometimes, one has to be brutally honest with another.

Being honest with your heart may hurt others. There’s no grey area for this. At least in Kala’s situation. Whether she likes it or not, Kala will have to make a choice in some point. The consequence that follows her decision is inevitable. It is her responsibility – a burden that she must bear. It is painful, but that’s what makes us…what’s going to make Kala a woman (adult).

Rajan: For me, I love what happened. I love it because it makes our wedding something special. […] I imagine telling our children how their beautiful mother took one look at their father and fainted straight away. It is a great twist.

Oh Rajan, you just keep coming up with more foreshadowing of Kalagang.

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💜- A memory about one of their loved ones, happy or sad
💙- A sad memory that makes them cry

Dawn and her late husband Devon, the night after landing on Balmorra. They retired to their tent, but Dawn couldn’t sleep so they started browsing through some pictures of houses for sale on various green planets, away from Republic space. 
Dawn wanted a sunny bedroom for their child - she knew too well how grim and dull a bedroom could get when it’s only lit up by the streetlights outside, like her own bedroom was when she grew up on Coruscant.

Dream Pillow to remember Prophetic Dreams

Hello lovelies! Been awhile, I wanted to give you guys this recipe/spell I created for a friend to enhance her dream memory! I know a lot of people struggle with remembering dreams, and that’s ok! I am here to try and help!

You will need some fabric and a sewing kit for starters!

Ingredients:

-Sandalwood Powder: Visionary Properties

-Peppermint: Psychic awareness and Intuition

-Hawthorne Berries: Protection of witches

-Blood Salt: To protect yourself, and have the ability to defend yourself from any negativity that may try and harm you in these dreams.

-Purple, purple, purple!: Add some purple yarn, tissue paper, or fabric on the inside to help with opening your third eye (Purple is most commonly associated with your third eye, I’ve learned:)

-Amethyst: Once again, to help with your third eye and visionary properties beyond our realm/spirit work. (If you are hoping for channeling, I would substitute amethyst with a piece of fluorite…but that’s just me:)

-Sigil(s): I created a personal sigil for this friend, stemming from, “I will remember my dreams”. I find it stronger to make your own personal sigil when making these pillows for your self.

-Sage: I always add sage for positivity, cleansing, and protection.

The pillow doesn’t have to be huge, the ones we make are relatively small, maybe 2x2 in (After sewn). I start off by folding the fabric in half, and I sew along two sides only, while the fabric is inside out (The pattern that you want on the outside needs to be on the inside so you can create a clean seam). Once both sides are done, I turn it back so the pattern or color is on the outside (I recommend purple) and start stuffing! I go in this order,

Tissue paper, sigil (folded up), Sandalwood powder, peppermint, Hawthorne berry, blood salt, Amethyst, and sage.

If you don’t have some of these items, feel free to substitute them with items you have that you personally feel would work best for you. Our correspondences may be different, and one thing that may work for me, may not work for you. Mix it up!

As I sew the pillow shut, I say the following

“May _________ see what they need to see

May _________ know what they need to know

May _________ fight what they need to fight

May this help ___________’s senses grow”

If this is for you, replace the spaces with I, and the last with my.

Then to finish off, I recommend smudging these pillows with Cedar or sage. Personally, I use this sage spray a friend of mine got me, and it does wonders!

I charge these pillows by simply sleeping with them the very first night I create them. I put them under my pillow right away and then that’s that! Its good to smudge them beforehand, or after if you have any negative dreams.

As far as the sigil goes, I do not charge the sigil in the pillow. I draw the sigil first, and put the original in a bowl with some quartz points and selenite, then I draw a second one and put that in the pillow right away. I leave the original sigil in the bowl overnight, and then add it to my collection the next day:)

I hope you all enjoyed this, please reblog to share with others, and follow/like if you wanna see more! :)

Lots of unconditional love,

-Em

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prompt ;; CS + back in time adventure. Or y'know… the one in which going back to the Beanstalk to retrieve their very own ‘magic little baby tree’ becomes a family affair of sorts. CS future family fluff <3 (( AO3 )) 

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“It would appear we’re back…”

Emma grunts. No, no, she doesn’t especially want to be back. Not really. She knows they have to; it isn’t an accident this time that they are back, but that doesn’t mean she has to be happy about it right?

She pouts, touching at the spot on her head that hurts the most. There’s no doubt there’s going to be some notable bruising in the morning. 

Killian’s landing isn’t any more glamorous than hers was; he’s sprawled on the soft, muddy grass just a few feet away, looking over.

Emma manages to sit on her butt and looks at him as he rises to his feet. “You all right there, Swan?”

Emma nods, although ‘all right’ may not really cover how she’s feeling right now.

It takes them both a full moment to make sense of everything —when it finally hits them though, Killian’s face falls and he runs a hand over his face.

Estella.

Emma looks around them frantically but it’s plenty clear their kid landed elsewhere.

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