So Beautiful❤

Death's beloveds

explain your favorite ship without using any names/titles

'You make me' by Fyval x AgathaRio

Coming from the swanqueen fandom I couldn't help doing a tribute both to this new amazing couple and to the great singer Fyval, the wonderful artist who gifted the SwanQueen fandom with a whole album of incredible songs. This one is "You make me", I thought it would fit with these two.

Love SwanQueen and love AgathaRio.

Happy Valentine's day you all!

SWAN QUEEN AT ENCHANTED 2018

Just to clear up the controversy. (PLEASE SHARE!)

I was the one who asked Lana the SwanQueen question at the Enchanted Con. I want to take this time to apologise for the confusion I’ve caused. This was my first Con and I was very over-excited and nervous all at once. I was the last scheduled question before the Q&A closed and I wanted to take the opportunity to ask Lana a, unique, question but I didn’t anticipate how crazy the fallout was going to be. Here is the transcript of my question:

“In season 7, as a result of the season 7 curse, it was revealed that the story travelled back in time and the events of Hyperions Heights ran parallel with an older time of Storybrooke. Wherein there exists another Regina and another Emma in addition to the original Storybrooke timeline. With the laws of time, including the ripple effect, do you care to give your opinion on whether you believe that in this alternate Storybrooke - SwanQueen exists?”

Watching Season 7, I perceived the time-jump as a creation of a second, alternate, Storybrooke that ran parallel with the original timeline as well as the Wish Realm and Hyperion Heights. So, I saw at least 4 active universes, in Once, running at the same time. I was curious to know if, like me, Lana believed that SQ existed, or could exist, in this older, alternate, version of Storybrooke.

Despite the confusion, my question received a positive reaction from the audience. Shout out to my fellow SQ shippers! Lana answered by saying that she believed that Regina was single, living with Henry in the mansion. She even joked about Granny possibly living there to which Bex bantered back about a ship with Granny! 😂 Lana continued saying that, from her perspective, she couldn’t answer honestly and that my question was more suited for Adam & Eddy. Bex, bless her, added that SwanQueen COULD exist in a parallel universe! THANK YOU BEX! 💚

Later, when receiving my autograph from Lana, I apologised to her personally for the confusion. She very graciously said that she wasn’t at all confused and elaborated by telling me that the events of the time-jump Storybrooke take place after Season 6 and that Hook and Emma were already married. I told her, “We can dream.” to which she agreed, “We can.” ❤️ I told her she was an angel and that I loved her very much. I blew her a kiss and she responded with her trademark MWAH! 💋 THANK YOU LANA! 💜👑

So, to everyone responding controversially to this whole situation, please remember that Lana has always openly supported all the ships and the LGBTQ community! As do I! Please be kind to everyone in the fandom and remember to love and love each other.

Once again, I apologise for any trouble I’ve caused in the fandom, to my fellow Swan Queen shippers, or to Lana!

THANK YOU ALL AND SEE YOU AT ENCHANTED 2!

/Naomi

Gosh, that tear! Made me think about Cabanel's fallen angel.

❤️💔

Independent multi-muse Black Sails blog, rules are pinned, verses, character info and more coming soon.

I’ll post another with all the links soon! 🖤 Please share.

Credit: @teachthekraken

There’s nothing in Nassau but horror. You said it was just a transition. That something better lay beyond it, something meaningful. But what if that isn’t so? What if the result of this war isn’t beyond the horror? What if it is the horror itself? Have you given this any thought at all? If we are to truly reach a moment where we might be finished with England… cleared away to make room for something else… there most certainly lies a dark moment between here and there. A moment of terror where everything appears to be without hope.

BLACK SAILS 4.08 “XXXVI.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64803721/chapters/166533523

(Link also in comment)

My attempt at AgathaRio's backstory + Rio character study, inspired by mexican folklore, views of Death in literature, a lot of songs and my love for these two women.

Hope you'll like it.

So beautiful and hearwarming! It would be amazing if Madi went freeing them, I think the three of them would make a great squad.

They deserve that freedom and the happiness which comes with it. Sometimes is useful to read things like this. It makes one feel better, even if I can hardly imagine it coming true.

Happy Thomas Resurrection Day

I wrote a little short thing in celebration. All prompts to be handled shortly - I’m in a writing mood!

It has been a long time since Thomas Hamilton had the luxury of caring about smells. He recalls his first night in Bethlem Royal Hospital all too well for so many reasons, but high on the list is the appalling stench of the place. He recalls retching over and over again that first night - soiling the rough uniform they had forced him into and earning himself a qualification as a messy patient, something which he had come to regret in later months as he sat in his cell, dressed in little more than rags, huddling in the straw. He has long since learnt to disregard any and all smells that might have disturbed him in his former life - and so it takes him quite by surprise when the scent of the sea, complete with its faint edge of the dead things that have washed up overnight but without the heavy reek of the Thames, strikes him all at once. He breathes it in, and feels something in him ease- as if it had taken this to assure him at last that he is still breathing, still here -

Still tangible and alive.

“Thomas?” James asks, and Thomas shakes his head, struck speechless as he stands on the shore for the first time in years, staring at the ship that is going to take them away from this shore - away from all that they have both suffered and into a new life.

“Forgive me,” he croaks, and swallows hard. “Forgive me,” he repeats. “I - had no idea not smelling tilled earth any longer would affect me this way.”

James blinks.

“There’s - a strange sort of symbolism in that, I suppose,” he acknowledges, and Thomas stands, dumbstruck for a moment at the eloquence of his husband’s statement.

He has been dead to the world for ten years. He has smelled earth - worked it, been covered in it for so long. His fingernails have been crusted with it, his hands turned black and brown as it’s been ground into his skin. He’s been buried - buried before his time, before the breath has left him, with no coffin, even, to shield him, and he suddenly feels as if he has just, finally, burst free of his premature grave only to find himself not thirty feet from freedom such as he has only dreamt of in his fitful, disturbed coma. He turns, and kneels, allowing the sea water to run over his fingertips, then raises them to his nose. He is alive, and he suddenly wants to splash out into the swell, bathe himself in the ocean, allow it to wash the past ten years off his beleaguered, dirt-encrusted skin and his battered psyche.

“Do you think,” he asks, taking a deep breath, “that there’s time for a bath, before we leave?”

James looks at him, and then at the water.

“That’s going to be colder than you think it is,” he warns, but doesn’t sound like he has any real expectation of dissuading Thomas from his goal. In fact, he’s looking at the water speculatively himself, and then at Thomas, who grins at him.

“I might need supervision,” he says. “I think you should come and make certain I don’t drown.”

“We have a few hours before nightfall,” James agrees, and Thomas feels a thrill of possibility run through him - even as he recalls that they are not entirely alone.

The ship in the bay, after all, will not surrender itself to two men. Thomas turns toward their ragged crew of escaped convicts, and the stronger men that Madi has brought with her to their rescue. He looks to Madi herself, who stands, one eyebrow raised in amusement.

“I will take the men further up the inlet,” she says to both of them. “Do not make me come looking for you in the dark.”

James blushes - actually blushes, and then the princess turns, and walks away, and Thomas’ grin widens.

“Shall we?” he asks, and James gives a huff of helpless laughter, and then they are both laughing, stripping their shirts off and going splashing into the water. There will be grime in their hair tomorrow and they will both need a new set of breeches, but for now, they are joyful, cleansed with the salt, renewed, refreshed -

Resurrected.

three of swords (heartbreak, sorrow, grief)

plus the lines because i still prefer the clean look of it