Princess at Heart

- Captain Swan - Once Upon a Time - Harry Potter

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Exquisite Photography Series That Depicts Dried Flowers and Tea Sets

Artist, wife and mother, Marina Malinovaya spends her leisure hours orchestrating extravagant photographic compositions using dried up flowers, leaves and tea sets.

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[pirateherokillian]

Captain Swan + 5K Project

@emmandhook, @storybrookeswans, @jennifermorrisn, @saviorswaan

[cutieodonoghue]

let’s just be us (tumblr) (ao3) (ff.net) (click on each image to enlarge!)

“The next day, they invite Ariel over to the apartment with her photographer Eric to take pictures of them and of the nursery- proper ones, with only the details they approve highlighted.”

[fortuneredding]

I guess my armor’s been on for such a long time that sometimes I forget that I don’t need it with you.

[milkalternativegurl]

scenery from spirited away (2001)

[asheathes]

Animated posters // (click to enlarge)

[biswan]

Character Posters : OUAT ladies

[gryfflndor]

[flemingsmoaks-deactivated202011]

HOGWARTS; pt. 1

[sweetwonderlnad]

This one is for Adri. I never really talked to her, but followed her for a long time and her posts always brought a smile to my face. She reblogged and posted for happiness and joy, nothing else; and I admire her for that. I never knew her, but her passing moved me deeply. She was a steady presence on my dash, and her absence is striking, especially today. 

At one point, I was breaking contact with two friends, and were at a real low point. One of those days @sheriffswan posted the words below. I screenshot it and have had it on my phone since. I look at it sometimes and really cherish the words. I haven't spoken to those two persons since, and my life is better for it. Of course I was the one to make the decisions considering that situation, but I really feel Adri’s post helped me somehow.

”When friendship dies away, I think the best thing you can do is to think of that person as someone who accompanied you for a part of your life. They helped you, they were here at a certain time and added something to your life. They were not meant to stay for longer than that but celebrate the short moment and let them go. They were on your road to help you at one moment of your life. You will find other friends who will follow you and walk by your side forever. Some friendships die away but that doesn't mean they didn’t hugely touched you or have an impact on your life. Cherish that.” - @sheriffswan

I hope you are happy, Adri. Wherever you are

”Well… This should be interesting.”

Killian had been out for an hour. An hour of grocery shopping and checking up on the Jolly by the docks. She had been home alone for an hour (well, alone apart from the baby, but he didn’t think the infant had much part in this), and their house looked like someone had ransacked it for through and through. The couch was moved, there were pillows on the floor, lamps, food, blankets and other small trinkets spread over the entire room, and his wife in the middle of it all; her tongue slightly out trying to, what it looked like, balance a blanket on a stick.

Killian walked over to the bassinet by the corner of the room, and lifting his daughter into his arms, smiling widely as she gurgled happily and wrapped her tiny fists into his shirt.

”I’m making a fort.”

Killian turned at Emma’s words, confused. Obviously he knew what a fort was, but what was the meaning of having one in the middle of the living room? And one made of pillows, blankets and furniture at that. Emma seemed tense, though, so he didn’t comment, instead observing as she kept on balancing and clamping stuff onto each other.

”Do you want some help with that fort of yours? You see, I have loads of experience building regular forts, so one made of pillows should be no match.”

She gave him an amused look whilst she tightened a knot connecting two blankets.

”You had forts on the ocean?”

”I wasn’t always on the ocean, love. Two hundred years give you loads of time to explore many different terrains. And trust me, keeping Pan and the lost boys at bay, you sometimes required a real good fort.”

She smiled warmly at him; eyes glimmering, and his heart warmed in his chest.

”Okay, handyman. We could really use a mattress. There is one from when we bought Henry a new one, just inside the door to the attic. And blankets, we need more blankets.”

With a rumbling chuckle Killian bowed his head mockingly, as if he was following orders, and when she swatted the top of his head with a ”hey, you offered” he handed her the baby and kissed her on the cheek before going after that mattress and blankets.

Another hour of building, and they sat inside a cramped fort with blanket walls and mattress floor, close, close to one another. The baby was fast asleep on Killian’s chest and there was a computer playing the Princess Bride in Emma’s lap. She was tucked tight into his side and he was enjoying the company of his two girls far more than the movie playing in front of them. He knew there was something behind this little impromptu blanket fort-building, but didn’t want to press just yet.

Resting his head against Emma’s, Killian breathed her in and closed his eyes, dwelling in the moment. With his baby daughter’s steady breath against his neck and his wife’s scent in his nose, he started to drift.

”It’s a year ago today.”

His eyes opened and he automatically tightened his arm around her slightly.

”What is?” He tried to remember, what happened a year earlier? It wasn’t her becoming the dark one, that was later in the year, as was his deaths. Neither was it finding out they were expecting the little bundle currently on his chest; that was also around another time of the year.

”I haven’t seen Elsa in a year today.” Realization hit him, but he stayed quiet, offering his silent comfort.

”It just hit me earlier, and I got antsy and just… like…” Her hands were waving at their blaketconstruction in explanation, unable to find the correct words.

”Decided to build a blanket home?” He asked and she chuckled halfheartedly, nodding. He kissed the side of her head and she sighed shakily.

”It’s okay to miss a friend, love,” he whispered into her hair, like a secret only between the two of them. She leaned into him further and sighed heavily again.

”Yeah,” she whispered back. ”I miss her.”

Their blanket fort remained in their living room for almost another month, with several more nights spent watching movies on the computer. Sometimes it was the three of them, baby on Killian’s chest and computer in Emma’s lap. Sometimes Henry joined them (the boy was overjoyed when he came home finding the fort, though a little upset over the fact that he wasn't included in its building), and they squeezed together tight and all falling asleep before their movie was over. And, sometimes, when Henry was at Regina’s and their little infant were all tucked into bed, it was only the two of them.

Those were the nights Emma enjoyed the very most, their little ’they time’. Usually they didn’t even bring the computer or decide on a movie. Usually, the two of them just spread out in the fort; bodys close, hands linked together and silence in the air; whispered and hushed conversations at most. They took comfort in one another and more than once they couldn’t bring themselves to get up and go to bed, so they spent the night on the old mattress and woke up with backaches, but contentment.

The fort remained in their living room for almost a month before it was cleaned up and everything put into their respective place. Though, every time a tough anniversary came up or either of them felt down, the other would come home to the chaos of fort-building. (Henry even got to help a couple of times)

It was a safe space and the air in the blanketfort always comforting and understanding. Killian definitely saw the point in building an inside fort of pillows and blankets by then. Their little cocoon of contentment.

[biswan]

Character Posters : Emma Swan

[swanemma]

[emmamarriedkillian]

can this be one of those “let’s get it to 100k notes by next season” posts? 

i miss those 

[abyssalpeach]

casual reminder that these gifs we get to an insane amount of notes help us get on the most reblogged ship tumblr post at the end of the year

[joneskillian]

CS AU: Royals.

[bluestoplights-deactivated20180]

put my name at the top of your list (1/1)

Based on the promo for next episode / One of Emma’s greatest fears is that she isn’t enough.

Read on AO3 or FF.Net

It’s not that she’s not grateful that Killian gets to be reunited with his brother.

Emma is happy to see Killian happy and Killian, well, is absolutely delighted when he sees Liam again. Killian’s face lights up as he embraces him and the two are set on learning everything that happened in the other’s absence. He finally gets to see the brother he lost, someone he loves. It’s the least he deserves after being robbed of the chance to see Milah, again.

(Emma really, really wishes the other woman could have stuck with them for longer. And she doesn’t exactly buy Gold’s excuse, but it wasn’t as if they had much of an alternative with things as they stood.)

So, she vows to befriend the man that shaped Killian so much.

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[sweetwonderlnad]

My End is Your Salvation Ch.5

Chapter 1 , FFnet 

To have a near death experience is one thing, but to be able to say that you’ve been in death’s embrace had never been so literal.

Hope hadn’t even known who or what they were up against when she decided to join the battle. Stupid, really.

Hope was surprised not to find Death, or the Grim Reaper, och the Grim, or whatever he was called, in a long black cape. That’s how he was always presented. The concept of him scared her as she looked at him; a very ordinary man on the outside. Death could’ve been anyone.

Death isn’t cruel, though. No, he does nothing but his job. But he, as well as everybody else has principles. Once he has chosen his victim and placed them within his arms, he does not spare them any chances to escape. Unless, someone offers to go in their place.

That’s where Hope found herself: chosen and captured, ready to leave this world for the next, but blessed to stay.

Emma reached Hope’s side and wrenched her out of the man’s arms, gathering her daughter in her own.

”No, please, not my daughter. She is just a girl. She didn’t know what she was doing,” her mother pleaded. But Death shook his head reaching for Hope with a pale hand.

”You know the rules. I already spared your oldest this evening, for now, at least. But the girl needs to come with me. My embrace have marked her. She can’t escape her fate.”

Hope’s arms had never been tighter around her mother’s waist, hoping against all odds she wouldn’t be taken if she just held on tight enough.

”Unmark her.”

”No, that’s not how it works I'm afraid.” Despite her tight grip on her mother, she found herself in Death’s arms before either if them could do any more. Emma looked near desperate at this point.

”Please, Gabriel, please. She is just a child. Not even you could be this cruel. I will climb the walls of the underworld if I have to, to get her back. I’ve done it before, and for her, I’ll do it again any day. I will create literal hell down there, and you know I can.” The threat was not a bluff, but also not entirely true. Her mother had no way of knowing if she could reach the underworld again.

”Just because it worked once doesn’t mean it will work again. Hades have made his changes, and the only to enter is me and the souls I bring, and the only to leave is me. You wont get in this time. He knows your ways now. He know you now.”

Hope could see her mother thinking, desperately trying to find a way out of this, tears spilling over as she couldn’t find one. Hope’s own tears kept rolling down her cheeks. That was it. She was never going to see any of them again. She felt herself shaking, and didn’t know if it was from the tears, her despair or if it was her soul leaving.

”Take me in her place! Let her live. Take me.”  

NO!

Suddenly Hope was released, and crumbled to the ground. Her mother’s hands cradled her face and she kissed her forehead affectionately, whispering a quiet ’I love you forever, my sweet girl. Tell your brothers the same’, before standing and reaching for Killian.

Her parents didn’t embrace for long, knowing time was of the essence, but still managed to make so much out of it.

The desperation told of how much they loved each other.

The tears told of how much they would miss each other.

The acceptance told that they both understood why.

Her hand on the back of his head, where it rested only when comfort was needed, told of how well they knew each other.

Their grips tightening told of how scared they were of losing each other.

When their time was up Emma was the one to let go, Killian in no shape to take that step. She cupped his cheek in her hand and gave him a final loving look.

”Thank you for our future. It was perfect.”  

She took a step back, letting Killian gather Hope in his arms, none of them hiding their despair. A smal smile grazed her lips.

Death took a leap and emerged into the air, making his way out of the field along with the white shimmer of Emma’s soul; the light in her eyes fading until there was nothing left, her body crumbling to the ground before their very eyes.

It was over. Death got what he wanted. Those left behind had to pick up the pieces and grieve their loss.

Killian’s cries of despair and loss echoed far, as it only can when one part of a whole have left the other forever.

”Liam”

Hope didn’t have to turn to know her brother stood behind her. She knew they would look for her when they found her plan, but never expected them to follow her.

Everyone in the room was quiet, no one knowing how to handle the new addition to the company. Slowly she turned to look at her older brother, taking a step back when she took in his appearance.

He wore the same clothes he’d done the night Death took their mother, his hair was more disheveled than usual, and he couldn’t have slept in at least four nights. His normal prim self (except for his hair, cause that was a hopeless case) looked wrecked and torn. He looked tired and dirty. And here she thought she’d had a horrible few days.

”Liam, what happened?”

”What happened? Really? Well, my mom died, not even saying goodbye to me. My dad is inconsolable, scared, hurt, and grieving. My grandparents have just lost a daughter so they can’t step up. Everyone is miserable, and then I have a fight with my little sister and she goes on a suicide mission, so instead of grieving, we have to go after her. Everything is wrong, Hope. Everything happened. Everything is a mess.”

Hope didn’t know how to respond. She just stared at him. The last time she’d seen him he’d told her of how everything was her fault. Of how stupid she was. And everything else she already knew. When she left she knew she’d probably never see him again. Now he stood in front of her and she didn’t know how to handle that. She desperately wanted to hug him, for him to tell her that everything would be alright. But she didn’t know how much he still blamed her, or if he even wanted to be near her.

”I’m sorry,” Hope whispered and heard how small she sounded. Liam’s eyes softened at her tone, he took two big strides forward and gathered her in his arms; breathing her in and holding her tight as she could no longer hold her tears. The relief and grief confused her, but the safety of her brother’s arms was at least a small comfort.

”Emma’s dead?” Killian seemed to have caught up with the truth. Brother and sister broke their hug, Hope dried her tears and Liam nodded, taking in their audience.

”Yeah, that’s why I’m here. I need your help to change what happened. We need our mom,” Hope almost begged, hoping and praying they would offer their help.

”What’s your plan?” David was the one to ask.

”Well, my plan. Yeah, well, I tried to find the source of why you died. It was Death who took you, and that is hard to change. Really what we have to change is what happened before that. We have to prevent it to happen further back. Um, I calculated exactly where and when I had to be, so that it’ll work. So all you have to do is really just agree on it and take a memory potion and thats it. Really. Yeah,” Hope rambled, trying to explain, but not reveal her true intentions. Her brother being the exception, everyone in the room looked beyond confused.

”What does that even mean?” Snow questioned, looking between her two youngest grandchildren. Hope hesitated, she really didn’t want her plan to be pushed down. She had already come to terms with it, now everyone else just had to do the same. She sighed when her brother opened his mouth, knowing he would rat her plan out.

”It means that she thinks she’s found the source of mom’s death; herself. She has calculated the time perfectly, so I’ll still be born. You might wanna take a pregnancy test, mom. But what you have to agree on is to never have any more children. Cause if Hope is never born she can never be the reason of your death. She wants to erase herself from existence. Her end will be your salvation.”

[thelevenhopper]

The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping I dreamt I held you in my arms When I awoke, dear, I was mistaken So I hung my head, and I cried

[ensnarethesenses]

That they all have a power beyond his own, a power beyond the reach of any magic, is a truth he has never grasped.

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