sailors' knot

Rainy’s Wind Charm Tutorial

By Rainy-Day-Witchcraft

Originally posted by words-warsandsymphonies

    In the lore and history of weather witchery, it was common of weather witches to create and sell knotted rope charms to sailors, as it was believed these charms would help enchant the wind in the ship’s favor. These charms were made by venturing to a high-windswept place, and tying certain sailers knots into rope to capture the wind while imbuing them with magick ~ sometimes multiple knots were tied, meant to contain winds of different strengths.

   While reading about these wind charms, I was inspired to write a more modern project tutorial on how to make such a charm, though mine will be a touch more decorated! These wind charms can be hung above a porch or in a window to encourage a wind to blow away storm clouds, to represent wind or air in a spell or ritual, to summon a wind (similar to wind whistling), and for any other wind-related uses you might find you need witchcraft-wise. 


  • Thick twine or medium rope of your choice
  • Dried lemongrass or anise
  • A branch or piece of alder, oak, or scotch broom
  • Beads, bells, small bottles, and decorative elements

 Capturing Wind

   The first step, of course, is to capture the wind using knot magick ~ The knotted rope will serve as the base of the wind charm. You can begin with a plain rope, or make it thicker or more decorative by braiding or macrame-ing multiple smaller ropes together beforehand. This first step is the longest in the tutorial, as it will take some time to find the right conditions. Traditionally, three single knots are made in a rope ~ But for this tutorial, we are going to be knotting the rope three times, each consisting of more smaller knots, to capture and represent different buildups of wind energy - If you wish, you can replace the knots with different sailors knots, if you know how to do so. Here’s how to do this:

  • Near the top of the rope (leaving a section of 5-7 inches for hanging, depending on the length you make it), you will knot it 3 times in the same place during a day or in a place where the wind is gentle, like a breeze. As you do this, recite:

Tied of three, knots capture this breeze

Contained by my hand and quelled upon these skies

The gentle air I seize - For my swift magickal disposition

  • A few inches below the previous knot, near the middle, you will be knotting it 5 times in the same place during a day or in a place where the wind is stronger; not a breeze, yet not a strong wind ~ somewhere in the middle. As you do this, recite:

Tied of five, knots gained of brisk wind

Direct and ardent as I exert its’ energy

With my intent and by my will - Magickally intertwined

  • Near the end of the rope, leaving a few inches hanging off the end, knot the last one 7 times at the same point during a day or in a place where the wind is strong and powerful, such as during a storm or on a high ground frequented by strong winds. As you do this, recite:

Tied of seven, knotted storms of the heavens

Vigorous and powerful,

Energy of formidable wind - Seals my magick of air

(Feel free to replace my chants with your own)

 Decorating and Imbuing 

Step 1. ⌇ Between the first and second knots, and between the second and third knots, we’ll be adding herbs associated specifically with wind magick to keep your charm charged and functional. 

In the first empty length of rope, tie a bundle of dried lemongrass or dried anise - both strongly tied to the element of air. Or instead (how I made mine), get a small-ish corked bottle, and add the herbs to the bottle in smaller pieces ~ Attach the bottle into the charm - which I especially enjoy the look of! 

In the second empty length of rope below the second knot and above the third, tie in a branch or chunk of alder wood, oak wood, or a bundle of scotch broom. Again, you can break the ingredient(s) into smaller pieces and instead put them into a bottle to attach to the charm if you wish. Both alder and oak were traditionally used in making flutes, whistles, and ‘bullroarers’ for whistling up winds, and scotch broom is used in weather brooms, spells, and charms to call up winds. (Tip: scotch broom is the most connected to weather witchery out of the three, so I suggest finding a place to buy or collect some specially for this charm)

Step 2. ⌇ Now that the magickal materials are on the charm, you can decorate it however you like ~ For mine, I attached colorful glass beads and tiny bells; Other items to use connected to wind and the air element include feathers, ribbons, the colors yellow and white, and bits of shining metal or glass, etc. If you worship a deity tied to the weather, skies, or winds, a figure or symbol of them may be added.

Step 3. ⌇ Once your charm is to your liking, hang it up on a porch or in a window or doorway. On days when you don’t wish to call or whistle the wind to you, remove the charm ~ You can hang it on a wall for decoration when not in use, or just put it in a bag or box until you need it again. 

Personal note: The day I finished making mine and went to hang it in the window, I looked out my bedroom window to see a small ‘tornado’ of dust (we get them commonly in the dry seasons out here) quickly form and dispel in the backyard area nearest me!

If you have any questions or comments, you’re welcome to message me. Thank you ♡

anonymous asked:

I need more Chrissy Nedley in S2! I need a fic where she's just totally the #1 Wayhaught shipper and maybe she's the one Nicole calls to help her pick out an engagement ring for Wave

I haven’t really done a Chrissy one, so this was fun! Thank you! Changed it JUST a bit… But I hope it fills the Chrissy need!



Chrissy Nedley never liked Champ. She pretended to, when Waverly was dating him. But once he was gone, she let out an actual sigh of relief. Waverly Earp deserved far better, and Chrissy knew it.

Working at the only coffee shop in town, she had a front-row seat to many of Waverly and Nicole’s “meetings.” She pretended not to notice, for Waverly’s sake, when she caught them grazing each other’s hands, flirtatiously giggling, or, for lack of a better phrase, having eye sex (because they did a whole hell of a lot of that). Waverly would tell her about Nicole when she was ready to, Chrissy was confident about it.

She wasn’t expecting, however, for them to be outed by none other than Champ Hardy himself at the fancy ball, attended by all of Purgatory. Nobody noticed, but she clapped her hands and grinned when Nicole punched him in the face. 

Yeah, she went a little crazy that night from some poison. But ever since that moment, she was their number one “shipper.”

“You are not calling us wayhaught, Chrissy,” Waverly glared at her best friend from across the restaurant table, snugly fitted into Nicole’s side. 

“Oh, I absolutely am. I have been, for a long time now,” her response was far too casual for Waverly’s liking as she simply took a sip of her margarita.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“And you guys are adorable. So you get a ship name.” Chrissy smiled brightly and browsed the menu.


Chrissy offered her advice to Nicole once, when they had their first fight. And Nicole cherished it. It had honestly been her saving grace. So anytime she had no idea what to do where Waverly was concerned, she asked Chrissy. Granted, Nicole had great people reading skills, especially when it came to Waverly, so she read the woman pretty well. But there were some things that she wouldn’t chance. 

The first time she laid eyes on Waverly Earp, Nicole swore to all the powers that be that if she could just love this woman for the rest of her life, she’d do everything humanly possible to never hurt her, to always take care of her. She didn’t even introduce herself to the barmaid until about three weeks later. But there was always something pulling inside of her, something telling her she just needed to be near Waverly, always.

Five months after Waverly stormed into the police station, all courage and passion and honesty, pushing Nicole down onto her boss’ couch, she bought it.

And she held it in her hands now, this beautiful gold ring, staring at it. There was purpose in it, why she chose it.

They had finally figured out how to rid Waverly of the demon that possessed her. She controlled it well, but sometimes it took over and Nicole could see her drift away, like she was lost at sea. When they got her back, Waverly told her the same thing. It felt like she was floating away, but she stayed because Nicole was there, a beacon of light, the lighthouse shining bright from a great distance. No matter how far gone, she could always make out the speck of light.

Nicole chose the Lover’s Knot. Sailors often wore them when they were to be separated from their beloved for long periods of time. Two parallel bands, inseparably interlocked with two overhand knots.

Two. Together. Forever.

Nearly two years after the day she’d bought it, she sat on the couch in Chrissy’s apartment, staring at the ring. Chrissy waited for Nicole to say something, anything. She’d never really seen Nicole this nervous before.

“It has to be perfect…” Nicole whispered.

Chrissy thought for a moment. “Does it?”

Nicole whipped her head up to glare at Chrissy, an obviously confused look on her face.

She held her hands up in defense. “I don’t mean it won’t be perfect. I just mean … I really don’t think you have to sit here planning some big shindig. She’s gunna love whatever you do. So, whatever you do, it’ll be perfect.” She shrugged like it was the easiest thing in the world.

Nicole fell back into the couch, sighing deeply. “Yeah…”


Later that week, Nicole and Waverly laid in bed, Waverly nearing sleep, Nicole staring at the ceiling.

She thought about the first time she saw Waverly, the first time she met her, the first time she spoke after the demon left her, thought of the ring sitting in the drawer in her bedside table. (only recently put there, because Waverly Earp was a godamn snoop)

She was stirred from her thoughts when Waverly moved her head from Nicole’s arm to her chest. She wove her fingers in the long brunette hair.

And something inside her pulled, like it did when she first saw her. Something told her - now.

Nicole thought of Chrissy’s words. Whatever you do, it’ll be perfect. They kept her from completely panicking. 

She carefully leaned over, opened her drawer, and pulled the little wooden box out, laid it beside her.

She rubbed her hands over Waverly’s back gently, barely whispered, “you still awake?”

“What’d you just get? I’m tired.”

Nicole laughed softly. Obviously, she hadn’t been quiet enough. “Can I tell you something?”

Waverly shifted so she could look into Nicole’s eyes. Light from the bathroom, that neither of them wanted to get up to turn off, streamed into the bedroom. “‘Course.” She ran a hand over Nicole’s cheek.

“The first time I saw you, something … pulled. Something inside me, it just told me to be near you. It’s always told me to be near you, never leave you.”

Waverly’s gaze shifted, questioning what Nicole was trying to say.

Nicole turned to her side, and they lay face to face. “And I never want to. I never want to leave, I never wanna be away from you. When you were … I know you were still here, but you’d leave, and I swear my heart never hurt more than when you’d leave.”

Tears started to run down both faces at the memory of the demon. Waverly took Nicole’s hand, kissed her palm, held it tight, reminding them both that she was there.

Nicole reached behind her with her free hand, brought the little box around. The low light made it hard to distinguish what it was exactly. But Nicole opened it, and Waverly gasped. 

“I never wanna leave you, Waverly Earp.” She was interrupted by a kiss, Waverly crying lightly into it, unable to wait until Nicole was finished to contain everything inside of her. But it gave Nicole the courage to continue. “I never wanna leave you, and I never want you to leave me. Will you marry me?” The words barely came out in a whisper, their lips so close together.

Waverly nodded, closed the gap between their lips in emotional passion, overwhelming feelings taking over and pouring out into deep kisses, briefly parting for many quick “yes”s.

Sitting up with their bedside lights on, Waverly admired the ring on her finger. Nicole told her the story, what it meant. She cried even more. She didn’t think there was a more perfect ring in existence.

Nicole held Waverly, her arms wrapped tight around her. “Chrissy was right.” 

Waverly looked questioningly into Nicole’s face again.

“I asked her advice. She said whatever I did would be perfect.”

Waverly laughed. “Yeah, she was right. She is our number one fan…”


The Lover’s Knot Ring

I just have to add … I truly believe what I have written Chrissy saying with all my heart, in terms of a proposal. I think whatever Nicole would choose to do would be sincere and from her heart, therefore a perfect moment. I’ve read a lot of proposal fics that are huge events, and those are great. But I love the intimacy of just the two of them, baring their hearts, and that’s their perfect moment.

I’m a romantic sap…

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Fic: Anniversary (M)

Author’s note: Here it is, the promised Frozen Jewel smut! This is dedicated to @wordsmith-storyweaver and she knows why. ;) This is set in the We Own Tonight universe, so for those of you who enjoyed that story, here’s more of our favorite Queen and her Captain! 

Also posted: / AO3


Liam went about the room, carefully lighting as many candles as he could find. This was a special evening and he wanted everything to be perfect for his Queen. His wife. The night before they’d hosted a party to celebrate their first anniversary as a married couple, humoring both his sister in law and their subjects. But this night, they wanted that for themselves. They’d left the castle in the gray light of dawn, the few belongings they needed tucked away in the carriage. It was the same cabin they’d spent their honeymoon in, exactly one year ago; it was secluded, giving them the privacy they craved.

Not that it was all bad. They were very happy, just living life day to day, carrying out their duties. Liam was hard at work on Arendelle’s navy, building new ships, supervising the training, sometimes negotiating with his counterparts from other kingdoms. He was lucky that one of those counterparts was his own brother. Killian was still Captain of the Jewel of the Realm, the ship a gift from Emma’s parents at their wedding. But he kept taking on more and more responsibility, with his wife’s encouragement. When it was time for Emma to become Queen, they would be a formidable pair.

Liam found the work rewarding, a way for him to contribute without undermining Elsa as Queen. He’d been adamant about that from the start; he didn’t want to be King. It just didn’t feel right. He had a ship, the love of a fantastic woman and a family; he was content.

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anonymous asked:

Dear Caretaker. I offer my mother's toothache, the twisted sailor's knot of hurt hiding beneath my sternum (waiting and never gone), the nervous crack of my knuckles. We think there is a curse. I am finding myself but still lost, is there a place for me?


the dark mission - chapter 14: proposal

The next morning Emma woke before Killian. She decided to walk up on deck. She needed fresh air, she need to clear her mind. She quietly got dressed and climbed up the ladder, trying to make no sound to wake Killian.

When she closed the hatch, a cool breeze surrounded her. She inhaled the cool air, smiling. She slowly turned around, facing four frightened looking men. Emma’s smile faltered. She just stood there staring at them, while they stared back.

Suddenly a harsh voice commanded the four to get back to their duties. Emma turned her head looking at Smee and Commander Haddock. The two of them came closer, smiling at her warmly.

“How are you feeling, Emma?” Commander Haddock asked in a friendly voice.

Emma tried to smile again before she answered that she was alright. Smee barked at the men again before he turned his attention to her. “I’m sorry, m'lady, the men are just a bit rattled. Nothing to worry about.” He quickly exchanged a concerned look with Commander Haddock, before he went on. “Did you sleep well? The Captain still asleep?”

Emma nodded slowly. “Yes, Killian is still sleeping, I just wanted to get some fresh air, but I think I will head back to the cabin again. I don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable at all.” She turned and suddenly bumped into Killian.

“Who is making you uncomfortable?” He asked with his captain voice. She looked up, her eyes full of sadness. “No one, I make your crew uncomfortable.” She said, her voice weak. She felt horrible. The last thing she ever wanted was that someone was afraid of her. She sighed and tried to pass Killian, but he stopped her and lifted her chin.

“Love, you are not making anyone here feel uncomfortable. Right Mr. Smee?” He looked at his first mate, who again exchanged a quick look with the second mate.

“Well, to be honest…” he started, making Emma flinch and Killian angry.

“So be honest, Smee. What’s going on?”

Before Smee or Commander Haddock were able to answer Killian’s question, Emma turned, looking at the three man, with tears streaming down her cheeks. Killian’s heart broke and broke even more when Emma started to speak with a weak voice.

“They are afraid of me. Afraid of my magic. Afraid of what I am capable of. They think I am dangerous. Maybe they think I am some kind of witch. Don’t they?” She started with a whisper but yelled the last two words at Haddock and Smee.

The two of them looked at Killian before they nodded. Emma’s knees buckled, she hunched up on the floor, crying, trying to process what she saw and heard just a minute before. Killian knelt next to her, but she pushed him away, not willing to let him in at the moment.

Killian sighed but respected her wish. He kissed her temple and got up again. He ushered his mates towards the other side of the ship, talking about what’s going on and what they could do to help Emma and ease the whole situation.

Emma was in their cabin most of the time, she didn’t want to upset the crew more than necessary. Killian offered her his company but she refused and told him she wanted to write a letter to her parents and take nap.

Killian ordered all men on deck. He didn’t want to yell at them, too much had happen the last days. He only wanted to talk to them, talk about the last days, talk about their loss and about Emma and her abilities.

“Is she a witch?” One sailor asked Killian carefully. Another one growled that it was bad luck having a woman on board, even worse when the woman had magic.

“She is practicing dark magic” a naval officer suddenly said, clearly afraid but also angry. “Only a powerful witch or wizard can rip out other ones hearts. She could kill us all in a minute. I will not stay on this ship a minute longer than necessary.”

“But she healed us. That was light magic I can tell. I felt the warmth of her magic flowing through my veins. It was unbelievable and I can assure you that there wasn’t anything dark about it. I trust Captain Jones and I trust his mistress.” One of Killian’s former pirates stood next to Killian, his hand raised high, his voice full of honesty and loyalty.

“Aye” four pirates agreed.

“But what if the princess bewitched the captain? Maybe he has no heart anymore and is under her command? What if this was her plan from the beginning? Maybe this is a suicidal mission after all?” A naval sailor said afraid, looking around as if he was afraid of finding Emma standing next to him.

“Aye” three men agreed.

“Bloody hell” Killian started, looking over his men. “I can assure you I still have my heart and I can assure you Emma did not bewitch me or curse me. Emma is the Saviour, the product of True Love. She was born with light magic. Magic to defeat the evil.” He sighed and turned his head, eyeing the hatch. “Emma’s powers are connected with her emotions. After Eli’s loss she was full of anger and rage. I do understand that you might be afraid…” His men snarled not liking the allegation of being weak or frightened. “…but” Killian continued calmly, “Emma is not a threat. I assure you she is no danger.”

Suddenly the men started to talk with each other nervously. Lieutenant Ivory got up. “I say we dump her at the next port. We don’t want her on board anymore. We are still on a king’s mission but we never agreed to be put it such danger.”

“I am no danger” Emma suddenly said, looking at Lieutenant Ivory. “It is no secret that I have magic, some of you knew I have magic. Lieutenant Chase, you watched me when I was practicing my water spells back in the castle. Once you congratulated me when I finally was able to stop a wave keel over a small boat. That’s a very handy spell, isn’t it?! And you two, I’m sorry I forgot your names, but you two were always happy when I gave you the apples I invoked back in Misthaven. And you all saw before that I have magic. The night Blackbeard captured me. How the hell did you think I disappeared? That also was my magic. Or the night…” She looked at Killian, Smee and Haddock, who were shaking their heads slightly. “I understand your doubts and if you feel better I will stay in the captain’s quarters, but I won’t leave this ship or Killian.” Killian came closer and put his hooked arm around her.

“Everyone who isn’t willing to serve on this ship anymore is allowed to leave at the next port. But this decision will include the end of your naval career. Emma still is the daughter of their majesties, Queen Snow White and King David. If you don’t accept their decisions, you are no loyal subject. This is still a king’s mission and if you want to challenge his orders, you can leave.” He pulled Emma closer. He could feel her sadness, he could see her struggle. She looked so small, so vulnerable. He wished he could help her, he wished she would open up and allow him to comfort her.

“I will stay” Commander Haddock suddenly said and stepped next to Emma. “Aye” Mr. Baskin and Smee said in unison, doing the same. Mr. Huffington, three naval officers including Lieutenant Chase and four former pirates followed them. More and more sailors got up and went to Emma and Killian. Emma bit her lower lip, looking at Killian. She was overwhelmed by the loyalty of the crew. She also was relieved but still sad that five men still stood across her. She closed her eyes when she heard Lieutenant Ivory’s voice again.

“We will stay too, but we are still a bit uncomfortable with the whole situation.” Smee said something Emma didn’t understand. The next moment she heard the man agree. Killian kissed Emma’s temple and looked around.

“Double ration of beef and ale tonight. Let’s honour the dead by celebrating life” Killian yelled, earning a combined “aye” from the whole crew.

The rest of the day went by in a haste. Emma stayed in the cabin or near Killian most of the time, still feeling as if all glances were on her. Killian, Commander Haddock and Smee tried their best to distract her. Especially Commander Haddock tried hard. He showed Emma how to do some sailor knots. He talked about his past life and why he wasn’t affected by Regina’s original or second curse. Emma liked listening to him. She felt calmer and accepted. The feast was something Emma had never experienced before. Everyone seemed to be happy. The deck was bathed in soft yellow, greenish light from about thirty lanterns. Three large tables were put on deck, two barrels of ale brought up. The men sang and ate, danced and played music.

Emma was wrapped in Killian’s arms, watching the whole scene with shiny eyes. When a sailor started to play a song on the harmonica, Emma started to laugh. She looked at Killian who returned her look in confusion. She looked at the sailor who shrugged smiling and continued the song. Emma nodded her head in the rhythm of the song. When the sailor was done, she clapped her hands and got up to him. She bend down and kissed his cheek. “Thank you. Sometimes it’s good to hear something from my realm. Do you know any other modern song?”

The sailor looked at Killian who only nodded in assurance. Without another word he continured. This time Killian got up and offered her his hand. “May I have the honour of this dance?”

Emma chuckled slightly but nodded. He started to whirl her around and sway with her. The crew cheered them on, clapped their hands, laughed and raised their glasses. Emma felt happy and carefree. The third song was a love song and Killian pulled Emma closer. He put his arms around her and kissed her slowly. “I love you, Emma.”

She looked up and smiled at him. “I love you too, Killian. Thank you for your patience with me.”

He beamed at her, the surrounding fading while he stared into her emerald green eyes. “Always, my love. I will be by your side, as long as you want me to be there.” He kissed her again before he tilted his head back to get a better look at her. “How do you feel, Emma? And please be honest.”

She sighed and placed her head on his chest. “Exhausted, sad and a bit off.” He kissed the top of her head and placed his chin on it.

“How about we call it a night, love?”

“But the feast…”

“…the men can still celebrate. I think they will understand when I choose your undivided attention in the cabin over this here on deck.” Emma lifted her head and smiled at him.

“Okay, let’s go.”

“Gentlemen, good night.” Killian suddenly said and took Emma’s hand, interlacing their fingers while looking around. “Smee, the ship is yours until sunrise.”

“Aye, capt'n – night mistress”, Smee said, raising his glass, exchanging knowing looks with Commander Haddock.

“Night, Captain. Emma” Commander Haddock said warmly. Emma smiled at him and turned around, walking towards the hatch. Suddenly the men started to sing a shanty. Emma started to smile even brighter. As much as she loved modern songs, she also got very fond of listening to the old shanties. Before Killian closed the hatch she heard fragments of the words the drunken sailors were singing into the night.

“enjoy the rum, get the mistress laid… let her scream in pleasure, get the mistress laid…”

Killian barked at his men, making them laugh and sing even louder. He closed the hatch and locked it. When he stepped on the hardwood floor, he turned and wanted to apologise for his men, but Emma had other intentions. She crashed her lips into his, pressing her body against him and him against the ladder.

She slowly started to unbutton his shirt, her hands scraping lightly over his skin, creating goosebumps all over his torso. She deepened the kiss, putting all the emotions she felt into it. She wanted to apologise for holding him on arm’s length, she wanted to feel him, to be near him – she wanted to forget.

“Emma” Killian moaned against her mouth. He had no intentions in stopping her, although he wasn’t sure why she used sex again instead of talking to him.

Emma slid down his body, prepping kisses all over his chest, his stomach before she finally knelt in front of him, watching him with stormy eyes. She opened the laces of his trousers, still locking eyes with him.

The next moment she pulled down his trousers exposing his erected cock. Emma licked her lips in anticipation. She loved pleasuring her pirate - bringing him over the edge with just her mouth and hand.

Although Killian had warned her, Emma ignored his pleas and made him come. He emptied himself into her throat, his chest rising and falling in a heavy pant. Emma sucked him clean and released him with a wet plop. She got up and kissed him hard before she stepped away. She locked eyes with him, reaching behind her, opening her gown slowly.

She swayed to non-existent music, her whole body on fire. She pulled down her dress and stepped out of it, leaving her in nothing more than her black panties. Killian growled, he drank her in with lust filled eyes. His member already throbbing with need. He took himself in hand, slowly stroking his swelling cock.

Seeing Emma like this, carefree, happy and sexy as hell made him want and love her even more. His Swan was such a beautiful lass, a stunning partner in so many ways. She was always willing to try out new things in bed and in life (she only refused to try out new or unknown dishes). Emma’s eyes fell to Killian’s cock in his hand. A big grin spread across her face.

She beckoned him over, he followed willingly. Both fell on the cod in glorious nudity. Within seconds they start to kiss and explore each other’s body as if it was the first time they saw each other naked. Killian’s hand and hook were everywhere at the same time, overwhelming Emma’s senses.

She closed her eyes, enjoying Killian’s ministrations. His mouth scraping over her skin, sucking and nibbling on her stiff nipples, his hand and hook on her backside, wandering around her breasts, between her thighs. Killian found her wet and ready for him. He kissed her again before he slid down and buried his face between her thighs, kissing and teasing her everywhere expect where she needed and wanted him most.

When he finally kissed her dripping sex, he couldn’t hold back any longer. He brought her over the edge in no time with only his tongue. He gave her a minute to recover before he dove back in, this time using his hook and fingers and tongue all at the same time. Emma climaxed a second time in an embarrassingly short time. But she didn’t care.

She panted heavily when Killian came up again. “Can you take one more, darling? I really need to be inside you now. Watching you fall apart for me twice is one of the most erotic sights ever.”

Emma pulled his face down gently, kissing him tenderly before she nodded and said the words Killian needed to hear the most at the moment. “Take me, Captain.” Killian aligned himself and entered her still slick folds in one smooth thrust. Emma cried out in pleasure, not holding back any longer.

Killian sat a fast pace but Emma enjoyed every thrust. He took her hard and fast, his hips rutting against hers in a brutal pace. Killian started to tell her how much he loved her, how much he enjoyed her company, how happy he was that she was with him and how good she felt.

Emma loved her dirty talking pirate, even more when instead of dirty talk he started to praise her and their love during their love making. No one before ever told her that much and that often how precious and beautiful she was, how much he loved her, how he needed her and how happy he was.

“Killian, I am close” Emma panted breathlessly. Killian’s found her lips once more, bringing them both over the edge at the same time. He couldn’t hold himself up any longer. He crashed her with his weight but Emma only smiled and wrapped her arms around his sweaty torso. Feeling him that close, their hearts beating in unison made her heart fill with love and pride. She was so happy being here with her sexy pirate. Although she was far away from Henry or her parents, she felt at home.

Killian’s arms were her home – he was her life, her everything. She kissed him once again before he rolled off of her and nestled himself next to her. This night they woke two times again, celebrating their affections in two slow rounds of love making.

The next week went by in a rush. From day to day Emma got more secure again. She showed up on deck more often, she smiled more often and she felt accepted again. It was an afternoon like every other on open sea when suddenly a sailor came to her and apologised to her shyly.

Emma was stunned, she never expected such a noble gesture from a former pirate. After she dismissed the sailor, she went to the railing and watched the open water. Suddenly a whale appeared in the distance making Emma’s smile even broader. She watched the giant coming up and disappearing again under water. Emma knew whales never appeared alone. She was still watching the school of whales when Commander Haddock appeared next to her. “Beautiful” he said and Emma turned her head irritated. “The pod of whales” he clarified his statement. Emma nodded quietly, looking back to where the whales still swam.

“Do you often see whales?” Emma asked curiously never leaving her eyes from the giant sea creatures.

“No, whales can mostly be seen here in the north. There are so many sea creatures out there. Kraken, Sea Serpents, Megalodons, Mermaids, Merlions and others so these harmless creatures are kind of rare.

Emma turned her head. Her eyes went wide, she never thought about all these creatures living in the sea. A shiver ran down her spine. Commander Haddock saw her worry and laid his hand on hers on the railing. "Don’t worry, Emma, these creatures won’t attack us as long as we leave them alone. And we have no intentions in disturbing any of them.”

Emma nodded again feeling not much better. The next moment two strong hands hugged her from behind. Emma smiled, leaning against Killian and relaxing in an instant. Commander Haddock hastily pulled his hand back before Emma placed her hands on Killian’s.

“How are you, my love?” Killian asked, kissing Emma’s cheek lovingly.

“Good. Commander Haddock told me about whales being rare in this realm and  about other sea creatures I’ve never heard of before.”

“Aye, love, you don’t know much about the creatures of this or any other realm than yours.” He kissed her again placing his chin on her shoulder, watching the sea with her in silence. Commander Haddock left them alone, walking to the helm. “You know he likes you a lot” Killian suddenly said, not changing position.

“Who?” Emma asked pointing at the school of whales which reappeared a bit further away.

“Commander Haddock” Killian simply said. There was no anger or any other emotion – it was a simple statement.

Emma on the other hand stiffened. She turned her head looking at Killian’s second mate who was talking to Smee at the helm. Now after Killian mentioned that fact, she had to reconsider that he probably was right. Although Commander Haddock was about ten years older than Emma (or maybe he wasn’t). Emma wasn’t so sure about who was actually younger or older than herself. There were sailors like Killian who were over a hundred years old although they looked like her age. Emma doubted that a single man on board was actually as old as he looked.

“Do you think that could be a problem?” She finally asked turning in Killian’s arms to be able to look at him directly.

“No. Commander Haddock is one of the most loyal people on board. He would never give in temptation. I also think you can trust him completely. If there is a moment you cannot come to me, he should be your second choice.”

Emma frowned not happy about the direction this conversation went. “Killian… I don’t think there will ever be a time I cannot come to you…”

“Maybe not, my love, but if there is, you can trust him, Emma. You know he is a righteous man.”

Emma nodded, still unsure why Killian started this conversation.

“Atterton apologized to me.” Emma suddenly said, waiting for Killian’s reaction.

“He apologized?” Killian asked surprised, looking around to find the man, but Emma cupped his face, pulling his attention back to her.

“Yes he did. He was honest and I can tell you he didn’t do it because he is afraid of you. He apologized because of me. I really think your crew is starting to accept me completely. I want you again to teach me to be a part of the crew. Please, Killian.”

A grin formed on Killian’s face. “Aye, Emma. I always said you make a hell of a pirate. Let’s go teach you.”

Emma kissed his lips and followed him to the helm. The next days he, Smee, Commander Haddock and Mr. Baskin started to teach her how to behave, how to work and what to do on a ship. They got up early and fell into bed late at night. Emma was exhausted but in a good way. She finally had a task again. Lingering on the ship was fun, but after nearly half a year she was kind of tired just being a passenger.

Of course everyone was very lenient with her. There were moments she lost her temper because of a vanity, but Killian also caught her by trying to do a knot for the thousandth time, sitting at his desk or in a corner of the deck, not to disturb anyone. Sometimes a crew member helped Emma fulfilling a task which made her huff in annoyance. His stubborn princess. He loved her so much. He was so proud of her.

The next day they will be reaching a small port and Killian decided to surprise Emma with a dinner for two in one of the fancier restaurants. She was working so hard – she earned this. When he entered their cabin whistling, he saw Emma  sitting in front of the cod on the floor crying. In an instant, Killian locked the hatch and hurried to her side.

“Love, what happened? Are you hurt?” The concern in Killian’s voice made Emma look up. She shook her head fleeing in his arms. Snuggling up against his chest. She didn’t sob anymore, but Killian could feel her tears on his camisole. He stroked her hair, holding her close, telling her soothing words although he had no idea what was going on.

After what felt like an eternity, Emma finally stopped crying. Killian felt her getting heavier. He felt her chest rise and fall in a calm rhythm. He heard her slight snoring. He couldn’t help himself but smile. He was relieved that she still found peace in his arms. He got up still holding Emma. He laid her on the cod, undressed her boots and tucked her in gently.

After undressing himself, he joined her on the cod, pulling her into his arms, holding her close. Emma snuggled closer automatically. “I love you” she whispered before she fell asleep again.

The next morning Killian woke up being cold. He reached out but Emma’s side of the cod was empty. He rubbed his eyes and got up too, looking around but Emma wasn’t in the cabin. He got dressed and went on deck. “Land ahoy, Captain” Smee welcomed him, nodding in the direction they were sailing. Killian nodded and looked around searching for Emma.

“Emma is at the stowage with Basking and Huff. They want to teach her which supplies are important and where to get them. She really is determined learning everything as fast as possible.” Commander Haddock walked over to them, looking at Killian directly.

“Aye, that she is. I will have dinner with her tonight. The men have a pass but have to be back at dawn. We will leave as soon as possible tomorrow morning.”

“Aye sir.”

Killian went towards the stowage to find Emma who was too busy to even kiss him hello. His heart swelled with pride, seeing his beautiful princess, his saviour being that eager to learn everything about his passion, his life – being on a ship. He couldn’t wait going out with her tonight although he needed to know why she was crying yesterday night before.


„You look bloody fantastic, love" Killian looked at his girlfriend in awe. He hadn’t seen much of her the whole day, she being too busy to even notice his presence. He not even around much. Most men already were off the ship, enjoying their evening at some tavern. Lieutenant Ivory and Mr. Baskin stayed behind voluntarily.

Emma wore a wonderful green gown, it was beautiful and hugged her curves perfectly, without showing too much or being too royal.

Killian wore his typical Captain outfit, his blood red vest, his dark coat, tight black leather trousers (Emma was so fond of),a neat white shirt.

Emma could see that he wore more eyeliner than usual, highlighting his cerulean eyes in a way Emma has never seen before.

She loved her pirate. He was sexy as hell, well-toned, a gentleman and all hers. She loved watching him. Him being in his role as the captain the sexiest side of him (she discovered that a while ago) – he was so confident and manly. She really needed to hold herself back from throwing herself at him constantly.

“Are you ready, love?” Killian pulled her out of her thoughts. He watched her with bright eyes, smiling and offering his hand. Emma beamed at him and kissed him without warning. Killian was surprised but after a second he relaxed and kissed her back fiercely.

Both panted heavily when they broke the kiss. “What was that for?” Killian asked while resting his forehead against hers.

“Do I always need a reason to kiss my very handsome boyfriend?” Emma asked  smiling. She tugged her arm under his while strolling along the roads. There were several men passing them. Some offering goods, others begging for some money. Killian pulled Emma closer. He didn’t want to lose her nor her to be touched or insulted.

Half an hour later they arrived at a small restaurant. It looked different to the ones Emma had seen so far. A young girl appeared and led them to a table in the back. She lightened a candle on their table, making Emma chuckle slightly.

“What’s so funny, love?” Killian reached for her hand and entwined their fingers.

“Nothing. It’s just… this place seems to be so… I don’t know… modern?” She smiled at Killian, taking in the surroundings. She squeezed his hand happily. “It’s beautiful. Thank you for bringing me here.”

Killian smiled and stroked the back of her hand with his thumb. “Just the best for you, Emma.” He closed the distance between them and kissed her softly. “I love you.”

Emma closed her eyes briefly. “I love you too, Killian.”

They ordered their foods like in a modern restaurant only without having a menu. The blonde girl which seated them before came over and told them what they were serving tonight. They could choose from two soups, three different main courses and three different desserts. They also could chose from seven different whines, three ales besides water and water with fruit addendums.

Emma ordered a lemon water and was surprised how delicious it tasted. She knew it must cost a fortune, but Killian insisted in ordering whatever her heart desired. The food was delicious too. Emma was a bit daintily. She wasn’t very fond of the food in this realm, was happy that the cook back in the castle had also been a cook back in Storybrooke and was able to adapt some modern dishes to the low standards of this realm.

They ate in silence, Killian sometimes asking if she was content and if the food was good. When Killian ordered dessert Emma and he fell into a light conversation. He tried to focus on her words but his thoughts drifted off every time he stared into her deep green eyes.

“Killian are you even listening?” Emma suddenly asked bringing him back once again. He smiled apologetic and took a deep breath. The moment he started to speak the waitress cut him off.

She put a plate with a variation of chocolates on the table, smiling at Killian what made Emma a bit jealous. When she was gone, Killian saw the look Emma shot at her.

“Darling, you don’t need to be jealous” he started chuckling.

“I am not…” she started but when she saw Killian’s warm and loving look she stopped herself. “Maybe I am but can you even blame me? You are Captain Hook, devilish handsome, fearless, known across all realms.”

He smiled even wider. “And I am all yours.” Emma tilted her head, reaching over the table to grab his hand.

“Yeah” she answered and Killian was not sure if he heard a spot of sadness in her voice. Suddenly he pulled back his hand, scratching behind his ear and taking a deep breath. He beckoned the violinist over and whispered something in his ear. The old man shook his head but he held up his hand and walked away. Killian watched him, a big smile appearing on his face when the man nodded and came back with a younger man.

Emma watched the three irritated. “Killian?” He got up and the younger violinist started to play. Emma’s breath faltered, her eyes widened. Killian walked to her and got down on one knee. “Killian” she whispered, her eyes filling up with tears. The sound of “can’t help falling in love” filled her ears, her surroundings faded, only the image of Killian kneeling in front of her, looking into her eyes, holding one of her hands, clear.

A single tear slid down her face making Killian smile even wider. He took another deep breath, looking into her eyes directly.

“Emma, I love you. I’ve loved you since the first moment I laid eyes on you. I fell even more when we kissed in Neverland. I don’t think we ever were a predestined love story – we always fought for our love.” He let go of her hand for a minute to wipe away some tears off her cheek, making Emma smile. “I once told you I will win your heart because you want me. We went through so much. You went to hell for me, we saved each other so often and Emma, there is one thing I want you to be certain of: that I will always, always be by your side. I want to wake up and see you right next to me. I want to kiss you a thousand times each day. I want you to be mine forever and always. Most of all I want to grow old with you. You deserve the very best, someone who will back you up without limits, let you grow without borders, and love you without end. Emma Swan, will you let me be the one? Will you marry me?”

Emma nodded hastily, wrapping her arms around his neck, kissing him senseless. He wasn’t even able to slip the ring on her finger. He held her close, responded to her kiss. None of them aware of the happy faces beaming at them, the raised glasses, the yells of approval. When they finally broke their kiss, he took Emma’s hand and slipped the shining white diamond ring on her finger.

“I love you, Killian” she said happily, pressing her lips against his again. Killian sat back on his stool still holding her hand. “I love you too, Emma. So much. How about we head back to the Jolly?”

Emma nodded again. She put the last piece of chocolate in her mouth, sucking her fingers clean, never leaving eye contact with her fiancé. Killian paid and left several gold coins for the violinist and the waitress before they left the restaurant.

On their way back, Emma put her arms around his waist, pressing herself closer to him. “How about we go to the local tavern to celebrate with the crew?” Emma’s request startled Killian, he raised his eyebrows looking at her.

“You didn’t even answer my question, love. So what shall we celebrate?”

Emma smacked his arm and stopped. “Of course I will marry you. I am yours and yours only.” They kissed again and went on.

“You sure you don’t want to celebrate on our own on the Jolly? We can celebrate with them tomorrow, or any other day?” Killian wiggled his eyebrows until Emma nodded.

“Alright, let’s head home.” She leaned against him, kissing his cheek. Killian’s chest filled with pride and even with more happiness. It was the first time Emma dedicated the Jolly as their home. Something he could get fond of. He didn’t even think about asking Emma why she had been crying the night before anymore.

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72 DIY Bracelets. DIY GIFT GUIDE from truebluemeandyou. *UPDATED - all 72 links checked and fixed.*

This used to be 8 separate posts, but I’ve consolidated them into 1.

2012 was an excellent year for DIY Jewelry from bloggers. There are bracelet DIYs here for every budget and skill level.

For other roundups of DIY Gift Guides from earrings to necklaces to spa gifts go here:

  1. Leather Cuff from Think Crafts! here.
  2. DIY Inspiration: Rings’ Bracelet here. Old rings, rings that don’t fit, cheap rings etc… joined with O rings and a toggle clasp.
  3. Cardboard/cereal Box Bracelets for Kids from A Fanciful Twist here.
  4. Fisherman’s Sailor Knot from Etsy here.
  5. Chain and Rhinestone Bracelet from I SPY DIY here.
  6. Anthropologie Knockoff Weights and Measures Bracelet by Flamingo Toes here.
  7. Chan Luu Knockoff Bracelets from I Am Momma Hear Me Roar here.  
  8. Memory Wire Spiral Bracelet from Yellow Blackbird here.
  9. Two Styles of Leather Braided Bracelets from Maryjanes and Galoshes here.
  1. Wrapped Scrap Felt Bracelet from Bugs and Fishes here.
  2. Metallic Wrapped Leather Cord Friendship Bracelet from Dismount Creative here.
  3. Kabiri Knockoff Ombre Bracelet Using Plumbing Parts from inspiration & realisation here.
  4. Floss Wrapped Leather Bracelet from El Cuaderno de Ideas here.
  5. Betsey Johnson Knockoff Half Stretch Bracelet from Crafting Rebellion here.
  6. Easy Charm Bracelet with Button Closure from Wobisobi here.
  7. David Yurman Knockoff Pearl and Multi Chain Bracelet by Flamingo Toes here.
  8. Tie Dye Like Friendship Bracelet with Charms from Quiet Lion here.
  9. Polymer Clay Braided Bracelet from Delighted Momma here.
  1. Ladder Stitch Bracelet from Lima Beads here.
  2. Textured Polymer Beads Tutorial from Jibby and Juna here.
  3. Heart Friendship Bracelets from Purlbee here.
  4. Button Bracelet from quelinda crafts here.
  5. Masculine Bracelets Tutorial Roundup from Thanks, I Made It here.
  6. Book Page Bracelet from Happy Hour Projects here.  
  7. Knockoff Les Nereides Pom Pom Bracelet from Small Good Things here.
  8. Knockoff Matthew Williamson Neon Drawstring Bracelet from inspiration & realisation here. *All supplies from Home Depot.
  9. Hemp Twine Wish Bracelets from Happy Hour Projects here.
  1. Galaxy Cuff from Pretty Quirky Pants here.
  2. Braided T-Shirt Bracelets with Magnet Closures from Hello Natural here.
  3. Easy Rope Knot Bracelet from Belrossa here.
  4. KIDS CRAFT and fund raiser LEGO jewelry links. LEGO Bracelet from Hideous! Dreadful! Stinky! here.
  5. Star Beaded Bracelet from Happy Hour Projects here.
  6. No Sew Easy Trim Bracelet from Momtastic here. *Velcro closure.
  7. Rhinestone Embroidery Thread Friendship Bracelet from all the good girls go to heaven here.
  8. Woven Friendship Bracelet Using a Circular Cardboard Loom from Michael Ann Made here.
  9. Yarn Wrapped Rope Bracelet with Button Closure from cut out + keep here.
  1. Bead and Leather Bracelet with a Button Closure from Happy Hour Projects here.  
  2. Braided Bead Bracelet from Pretty Quirky Pants here.  
  3. Multi Strand Rope Bracelet from inspiration & realisation here. *You can use ribbon crimp ends for almost any material.
  4. Leather Studded Bracelet from Fashionrolla here.  
  5. 2 Easy Bead and Crystal Bracelets with Sliding Square Knot Closures from Wobisobi here.
  6. Knitted Wire and Pearl Cuff from COCO Knits here.Photo: inspiration & realisation who used this pattern.
  7. Hardware Store Brass Hinge Bracelet here. Top Photo: DIY from The Stripe, Bottom Photo: DIY from Sprinkles in Springs.
  8. Polymer Clay Chanel and Pamela Love Crystal Cuff from Dream, Create here.
  9. Diamond Hex Nut Bracelet from Trinkets in Bloom here.
  1. Diamond Beaded Bracelet from Wild Amor here.
  2. Braided Bracelet With Charm from Happy Hour Projects here.
  3. Leather Studded Wrap Bracelet from Thanks, I Made It here.  
  4. Gold Tube Bracelet with Sliding Knot Closure from Honestly…WTF here.  
  5. Gold Lace Cuff from Runway DIY here.
  6. Beyond Easy $1.50 Ball Chain Bracelet from Bettina’s Blog here.
  7. Pearl and Tube Bracelet from inspiration & realisation here. *Amazing knockoff of a designer who doesn’t want to be named.
  8. Jean Inseam Bracelet from Mich L. in L.A. here.
  9. Roundup of Fifty DIY Bracelets from Saved by Love Creations here.
  1. Bungee Cord Hardware Store Bracelet from Thanks, I Made It here.
  2. Cord Wrapped Leather Bracelet by lebenslustiger here.
  3. Easy Ribbon, Suede or Yarn Wrapped Bangles from Studs and Pearls here.
  4. Rose Gold Chain and Wire Bracelet and Anklet from Love Maegan here.
  5. Shell Bracelet or Any Charm with Sliding Knot Closure from Happy Hour Projects here.
  6. Sliding Knot Closure Evil Eye Charm Bracelet from Honestly WTF here.
  7. Cord Charm Bracelet with Knotted Closure from Passions for Fashion here.  
  8. Morse Code Bracelets Using Crimp Beads from Fall for DIY here.
  9. Rhinestone Wrap Bracelet from LuLu’s here.
  1. Spike Bracelet from The Stripe here.
  2. Ribbon and Silk Wrapped Charm and Bead Bracelet from inspiration & realisation here.
  3. Marc by Marc Jacobs Knockoff Sporty Turnlock Bracelet by Swellmayde here.
  4. Leather Cord Bead Bracelet from Happy Hour Projects here.
  5. Two Easy Braided Bracelets with Beads from Lines Across here.
  6. Fishtail Friendship Bracelet with Button Closure from Typical House Cat here.
  7. Button Bracelet from Cosmo Cricket here.
  8. Tube Bracelets Done 2 Ways  from Small Good Things here.
  9. 4 Easy Knit Cuffs from A La Sascha here.
Surgery - George Weasley Imagine (Requested)

Request: Hi I love your blog so much! I’m going to be having surgery on Thursday and I really want something to read while I’m in the hospital. If it’s not too much to ask can u maybe write an imagine where George’s muggle born girlfriend has surgery and he’s there to comfort her. It would mean the world to me. Thank you for everything <3


Hey I really love your account your imagines are perfect! I was wondering if u could do one for me because I’m having surgery next Thursday and I’m really stressed and I was hoping you could write one about being best friends with Fred or George and them being there through it all. Hope it’s not too much to ask. Keep being amazing <3


Nobody really likes hospitals or enjoys visiting them, unless they have a happy reason to. They always hold sad stories with a depressing vibe roaming the halls and that weird smell of over sterilized objects. People die every day in them, and people are also born every day in them. Guess there’s a plus side to almost all truths.

Four white walls stood tall like skyscrapers, looming over the patients down below. A faint beeping noise echoed through the room, reaching every corner then bouncing off and flying in the other direction. In the middle of the room laid an occupied bed with the thin sheets pulled up over her waist, resting smoothly on her moving chest.

A ginger haired boy slumped lazily in the chair across from the sleeping girl, finding himself slowly sinking out of reality and into the world of dreams. His hand clutched tightly on to her’s in a reassuring matter. (y/n), the girl, had spent the whole week stressing frantically over her nearing surgery. She was nervous something would happen to be out of place, or the well trained doctors would mess something up, or schedule the wrong patient and she’d end up with both her kidneys out instead of ( surgery of your choice).

That’s where her boyfriend, George, came in. He had walked with her every step of the way. He even drove a Muggle car just to help her relax, though in the long run it only added more fuel to her fire. George wasn’t exactly an “expert” driver and forgot how to break half the time. The couple was luck to even make it in one, fully attached piece.

A Doctor entered the room with a tall black haired nurse right on his tail, he was holding a brown wooden clipboard, scanning the information it held. George shot up straight, leaning over to shake his girlfriend’s shoulder lightly to wake her. (y/n) groaned obviously tired and had been enjoying her three hours of sleep. Seeing the blonde doctor and the eager nurse smiling kindly in the corner, (y/n) forced herself up knowing it was time.

“Hello Miss. (l/n) it seems everything’s in place and ready for you. We’ll be taking you on down right now so we can get a good start on this.” Turning to George he continued, “it should take somewhere from (Estimated amount of time)

The nurse set to work on working in the IV cord into the veins of her arm. (y/n) made a wreaking promise to herself not to watch as she cleaned the needle and then shot it harshly into the backside of her hand. Not long later a loopy feeling started to set into her system. Her whole body felt like it was turning to shut down mood and her hand limply slipped from George’s who chatted soundless with the Doctor. At least that’s how it looked in (y/n) point of view.

“Don’t worry I’ll be right here waiting for you when you get done. See you in a little bit, darling.” The last thing she felt before falling into a deep slumber was a pair of familiar warm lips, pressing passionately against her forehead.


Warm rays of sun lights beamed through the torn open curtains. Peaking a wary eye open, (y/n) glanced around the room. Taking in the full scene, she grinned. George laid plaster on the barley suitable chair, arms sprawled out. One hand still latched around (y/n)’s, George looked to be in the most uncomfortable position known to man.

Soft snores escaped his parted lips, and she giggled loudly not being able to hold her amusement back. The sudden eruption in noise seemed to shock George, as he shot straight up quickly running his eyes around the room. Landing on the laughing (y/n), he snuggled back into the chair.

“Thought for a second something was wrong… I don’t really understand this Muggle world sometimes. The nurse came in every 10 minutes it seemed. Hey, what’s a cappuccino?” George asked out of confusion, pointing to the drink on the bedside table. (y/n) raised an eyebrow,

“You ordered a cappuccino?” He shook his head, nudging his finger towards the door.

“That one nurse did… said I’d like it. How are you feeling? The Doctor said everything worked out alright… just that you might be a bit sore for a while. I’d already assumed that much.” (y/n) shrugged not sure how she was feeling. Her stomach was twisted into tight sailor knots and her head was clouded like the night sky.

“I’m good enough. Thank you for coming, it really means a lot.” She smiled. George smirked pecking her knuckles sweetly.

“My pleasure, love. It was- er fun… I suppose a beyond different experience but definitely a good one. I’m just glad you’re alright. I was getting really worried.” George leaned across the bed, tucking a loose strand of messy hair behind (y/n)’s red ear. Staying close to her face he took the chance to peck her lips lovingly. Pulling back they grinned at one another, waiting patiently for the Doctor to arrive again so they could leave as soon as possible.

~ Daizy

Good luck on your surgery! Hope everything turns out well!!!

Nights, I am a siren dooming my own departure.
There’s sand everywhere. My clothes are heavy with it
and the leaving. That pull, after the causeway,

comes like breath in my ear. The whisper
won’t stay any longer than I let it. But

I do. I let it stay.
—  Emily O’Neill, from “Sailor’s Knot” in Pelican

magic-and-moonlit-wings  asked:

WIP word guess: torn.

This is no longer a WIP. But honestly, Nicholas Wilde is a WIP himself. So it counts. 

Nick Wilde is a coward, and when he says, “stranger things have happened then loving you,” he means I don’t deserve. It. This. You. Because cowards have a habit of knowing when they’re undeserving, and he’s long ago fallen into that category with the cheaters and the liars and the jaywalkers who are too good for animals like the one who stands loyally beside him.

Judy Hopps-

the one who he doesn’t deserve. who no one deserves. who deserves all

-scoffs at the idea of it, and flips her ears behind her shoulder. “Nick.” And she says his name like he doesn’t have history grand enough for textbooks. “Please.”

“It’s true.”

Judy Hopps takes his hands and kisses him, whispering into his mouth that stranger things have happened to all, but she (oh, but she) was never one of them. “I am yours,” she chimes, and her lungs sing fresh cut grass and spiked ice tea and summer breezes interrupted by a sky full of space. She’s space. She’s moons, stars, space, suns. “That’s just fact, Nicholas.” 

She is brave, unlike him. She’s the sun, the clouds, the air- bravery everywhere. Some days it shines. Others (most) he comes away with burns.

“You’re damn filthy liar.”

“And you’re too wonderful to pretend that I don’t deserve you.”

She says things like this as if it won’t twist his chest up into sailors knots and keep him at bay. There’s a sea before him, and he wants to take it. Wants to drift about until he’s lost and possibly (definitely) forgotten. But Judy’s the sea. She’s the coral and the depth and the dark and the light catching waves and the sand that stays and sticks and travels: when he thinks that way, he thinks of what he’d give her. In exchange. For what he owes.

“You’re everything.”

“Liar,” she parrots him. “I’m just Judy.”

“You’re not just anything. And I’d give you everything.” A kiss between the ears is deflected by a quick snap of her wrist. “Everything.”


“I’d give you the flowers.” Says Nick. “And the grass. And the trees.”

“What about the weeds?”

“You’re too strong to get choked. Let me finish.” She closes her mouth, but her eyes speak, and they call over him. He can barely hear himself through violet. “I’d give you all the colors, and all the shades, and when I ran out I’d just make new ones.”

“How lovely.” He snorts. She pinches his side. “Would you give me the moon?”


“The stars?”


“You romantic.” It’s his turn to pinch her side, but she wiggles out of the way just in time- cheeky minx that she is, always on time, always fifteen minutes early. “The ground, the sky, the birds-”

“Yes to the third power.”

Judy Hopps thinks for a moment. Twiddles her thumbs and taps her chin and pretends like she can’t tell that the parabola of their connected arms doesn’t vibrate like a telephone wire. “You can’t give everything, Nick.”

“I’d give you the world.”

“Can’t. Already taken.”

“I’d hustle it, then. And give it to you.”

She clucks her tongue. “She’s not in the business of losing what’s hers.” A breath. “But giving.” It’s her turn to kiss him, and he doesn’t deflect. Never will. Not when she tastes like coffee and grass and summer nights, and he wants to sink away. “It’s mine to give. I’d give you the world, Nick Wilde. And I’d spend all my time trying to find you on it.” Another kiss. “I’m not worth you.”

“I’m not worth you.”

“Then we’ll be perpetually not worth each other.” When he leans in, so does she. “Don’t think I wouldn’t give you what you’re worth, Nick,” says Judy, like it’s a secret that the galaxy needed to hear. “I’d give you the world. And I’d circle it until you knew exactly how much you mean.”

It doesn’t add up. They don’t add up.

But she’s better at math, and for once, he can’t complain. Maybe she forgot to carry a number somewhere. Forgot to add the negative. Forgot to subtract when she keeps adding



Nick is in love with a rabbit who carries with her everything that he can give, and somewhere in that mix is the fragile beating of something that for too long was hidden behind faces and sepia. That’s hers too. And those powerful ears of hers can hear it. He’s sure.

“___ ___ ___.” says Nick, who is a coward with a world.

“I love you.” says Judy, who is brave with her birds and ground and sky and sand and water and fragile fox hearts. “Now take back what you gave me. There’s too much for one.”

They decide to share the world, and Nick thinks that he’s perfectly alright with that.

#PassengerHunt excerpt

Thanks for everyone who played! As promised, here’s the full excerpt that was split up for #PassengerHunt–please note that it hasn’t been copyedited and shouldn’t be reposted on any other website like Twitter, or Instagram. Merci!

Etta stepped back to where she’d been before, tucking herself  against the wall, out of sight. Every now and then, when she heard a voice, or the soft growl of an engine, she leaned forward, peering down either side of the long hallway to the streets that bookended them. A bright red bus rolled by, followed by two young women in skirt suits and little hats pinned in place that made Etta painfully aware of her 18th century gown and the stays squeezing her ribs.

England, she thought, half-amazed. London, if she had to guess. And the fashion… 1950s? Or—


She edged forward again, shaking her head in disbelief as she took in the demolished walls, the evidence of fire, the uniformed men that passed along the opposite end of the hallway.

Or wartime London.

World War II London.

Nicholas confirmed as much when he returned, clothing for her tucked beneath his arm. He’d changed into a crisp button-down shirt and trousers, traded his shoes for oxfords. She could only imagine how he might have explained the silver-buckle shoes, the breeches, stockings, and jacket he’d been strolling around in.

“I wasn’t entirely sure of the size…” he began, his eyes on the ground as he passed a cornflower blue dress and smart matching jacket with it into her hands. Etta studied the dress, it’s v-neck, modest length, and short-sleeves, running her fingers along the lace detailing she hadn’t noticed before.

“It’s beautiful, thank you,” she said. And generously loose around the waist, with a belt that would allow her to tighten it, if necessary. Farewell, stays. “How was it out there?”

Nicholas stared at her as she worked to get her gown off until Etta, flushing, finally cleared her throat. He startled as if she’d shot him point-blank and spun on his heel, giving her a little bit of privacy.

“Men are working to clear the wreckage from last night’s attack, searching for survivors still,” he said. “I’ve a feeling they’ll be here, soon, so we need to proceed with some haste.”

Etta did as well, but it wasn’t helping her get her stays unknotted any faster. Her hands throbbed from where they’d been scraped raw by her fall, and, whether it was the fear that was creeping up on her on a slow tide, or the traveler’s sickness, she could not get her fingers to stop shaking.

“I’m sorry,” she muttered, “I need help—“

Nicholas glanced back at her, then immediately turned back to face the wall. Etta felt the flush wash down over her face and chest, the way her skin bloomed pinker than any sunrise. Stays and a nearly see-through shift. She could have at least crossed her arms over her chest.

He took in a pained breath and turned around, walking to her with a stiff, resigned sort of bravery, like a man facing a swordpoint. She studied the quick, sure movement of his calloused hands as he worked, forcing her arms to stay down at her side until the laces finally gave. His broad shoulders closed out the rest of the world; Nicholas stood close enough that she could have leaned forward, pressed her face against the space between his neck and shoulders—she could have and, for a moment, felt she might be trapped in the heavy grip of her own want if she didn’t. The pulse fluttered in his neck, and she couldn’t take her eyes away from it.

“There,” he murmured, though his fingers lingered on the loose laces a moment longer, his thumbs skimming along the upper edge of the stays, ghosting against the fabric of her shift. Etta held herself completely still, too afraid to lean forward into the touch, too afraid to move or do anything that might end it.

The dizziness was back. She felt the warm breath of his sigh fan against her collarbone in the instant before he stepped away. He kept his gaze down as he said, in a voice like warm rain, “Sailors. Good with knots.”

It wasn’t until he turned back around to let her finish that Etta’s mind cleared again enough to remember the scissors she’d taken and stowed in her bag, for this exact reason.

The dress he’d chosen fit her well enough, but Etta would have to make due with the lace up leather boots she’d taken from Sophia and just ignore their pinch until there was a better option. She reached up, touching her earrings to make sure they were still there, and in one piece.

“Well,” she said, smoothing her hair back over her shoulder. “How is this?”

Nicholas was slower to turn this time, and she told herself, reminded herself very firmly, that he was staring at the hideous, bruising lump jutting out of one side of her face, and the hideous, bruising lump, only.

After a moment, he said, “You’ll do, Pirate.”