#emma 💗

[userchai]

Fictional character you’re fucking without consequence 👀

Emma that’s so hard 😭😂😂

but honestlyyyyyy (besides eddie Munson)

It’s gonna have to be my other eddie (; 🤭

send some if you wanna

[repressedqueen]

obsessed with beach eddie. the hair? the sunglasses? the tank top? the GUNS? he looks like he could bench the entire 118. no wonder his theme song is what a man what a man what a man 😍

When I tell you he is so hot he makes me furious... Yes to all the above 🥵 and also his SHOULDERS. I love his shoulders they are literally perfect 😭 I don't see a single flaw on him, he is unreal

He was made to wear tanktops. More tank top Eddie please! What a man would be the personal ringtone I'd have for him. I'll never forget Hen's "where's the lie? And I like girls..." 😅 EVERYONE thirsting over Eddie Diaz 🤷‍♀️

[yesloulou]

Charles goes surfing in Melbourne | AusGP 2024 🇦🇺🌊 via ariannaoioli on tiktok

[scarlett-fever]

trolltal drama🤕

[wikitpowers]

someone probably asked this before, but what's your top 5 tsc books, characters and ships? have a great dayy <3

OOOH NO DON'T ASK ME FOR FAVS OR I WILL ACTUALLY COMBUST THIS IS TOO HARD !!!

but okay,,, let me think oof let's go (i'm stressed)

my top 5 books are probably:

lady midnight

city of glass

city of heavenly fire

clockwork angel

queen of air and darkness

my top 5 characters (why are u doing this to me):

KIT HERONDALE (are we surprised?)

ty blackthorn

jem carstairs

magnus bane

emma carstairs

AND dru blackthorn (my beloved❤️‍🔥) -> i genuinely refuse to not put her on the list (and ik for a fact she will become even cooler in twp and i’ll fall apart)

my fav 5 (kill me) ships are:

KITTY (<3)

malec

blackstairs

herongraystairs

morgenthorn (i need to add them bc i know they will eat up that enemies-to-lovers plotline)

[elviradreaminess]

H2O: Just Add Water 💧✨

MerMay is over! But I still have a couple of drawings left to share, so here’s one of them!

Guys, I don’t even know where to start to express my obsession with H2O when I was a lil gurl 😭💖 I was so obsessed with it that I used to believe that I was a mermaid… I love everything about this show! And I always will! It’s such a dear memory to my heart 💙

[julescarstairs]

You guys haven’t met the TWIPAL love interests yet (I promise I’ll be introducing them soon) but if anyone is going to be subject to the one bed trope, it’s going to be Zepheanor. I can feel it in my bones. Just Eleanor Blackthorn-Carstairs and her silly little faerie Gatekeeper who can’t name or explain why she captivates him so much, but embraces the feeling wholeheartedly anyway.

(@tsc-reader you with me on this one? 🥹😭💗 I feel like they own this trope and it hasn’t even happened yet)

[madame-fear]

new game cast your fav actors and make asoiaf ocs ;)

My love Emma, my mind already did this since S2 started! 🤭 My newest and most intense celeb crush — and my favourite — in my daydreams is one of my HOTD ocs,, and that oc is the lover of my main HOTD oc. I’m absolutely shameless in admitting this ! 🤲💗

I feel too shy to give further details BUT ITS SUPER FUN TO DO THIS! Does anyone else want to join? 🤭

[seancamerons]

[xxladymjxx]

It you receive this, you make somebody happy! Go on anon and send this to ten of your followers who make you happy or somebody you think needs cheering up. If you get one back, even better! 💜💜💜

Meeeeeeeee? Eek! Thank you Emma! 🫶🏽

[midnightpsychos]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ @mysticaltwoface continued from here

That’s it, Emma found the shrine with all of the ghostface costumes on - form the original killers: Stu and Billy to the most recent on, Amber and Richie - Ethan’s own brother and she decided to use Amber’s costume and voice changer to throw Wayne off of his game.

“yeah well, Quinn did deserve to die properly and besides Emma’s my one true love so if you want to mess with her - you mess with me as well dad”

[theflyingfeeling]

I know we've been over this before but damn I'd combust if BC was invited to linnan juhlat 😩

[shivunin]

Hello friend! ✨

I can't decide between two prompts, so I'll give you both:

16. 'not wanting to let go' hug

35. cuddle pile

Both for whomever fit best! :)

Hello my dear! 💗 Thank you for the prompts---I got sucked in by the first one, so I'll post the second separately when I've had a moment to think.

Elvhen (source):

Dareth shiral: safe journeys

Tuelanen ama na: Creators protect you

(Hug Prompts---'not wanting to let go' hug)

The Last Minute

(Emmaera Lavellan/Cullen Rutherford | 996 Words | No warnings)

There was a small room just before the portcullis in Skyhold. 

It was intended for the sentries’ use and seldom frequented by anyone else. A table stood near the center, sturdy and comfortable enough to sit at with a cup of something fortifying when cold winds blew from outside the gates. There were pegs on the walls to hang one’s cloaks, necessary on watch but less useful in the rest of Skyhold, and a neat line of extra weapons in case of attack. Usually, there were a handful of Inquisition soldiers either mustering for their watch or returning from the same. 

Right now, the small room had been cleared for the Inquisitor and Commander. 

“We will not be long without you,” Cullen said. “I am certain we will see each other soon.”

“I know,” Lavellan said. She was already embracing him, arms wrapped loosely around his waist, but she held him more tightly at the words. When her cheek was pressed fully against his breastplate, Cullen rested a hand at the base of her neck and kissed the edge of her forehead. 

“There is nothing to worry over. We’ve reports from the advance scouts that the damage done to the camps of the enemy is extensive. Their supply lines are a mess, what weapons and shelter they do have are ruined, and—”

“I know, Cullen,” Emmaera interrupted, closing her eyes. “I’ve read the reports.”

“I am sorry,” Cullen sighed. “I don’t know what else to say. What would help?” 

“I wish I knew.” 

Lavellan breathed him in as if it was the last time, though it probably wasn’t. She’d read all of the reports herself just last night: they had a great many advantages on their side and the Red Templars had few. She’d severed their organization at the knees, had routed them at every turn and deprived them of any ally she could hunt down, and now…

She recalled what it had been like at Adamant Fortress. That had been the first battle she’d ever faced and the memory of it haunted her. Cullen had come away without a scratch, but her people—soldiers she’d seen as raw recruits—had not always fared so well. She thought of Emprise du Lion, where villagers screamed forever in red lyrium crystals grown from their bones. If she had any other choice, she would not face such a scene again. No—she would not have either of them face the horrors of battle, if she had a choice.

There was no choice. They had to go. That was what it meant to be what they were, Inquisitor and Commander. She could not shield him. Cullen could not shield her. 

It was past time to let go. There was an army waiting for him to lead them on. Emmaera held on anyway, the soft fabric of the mantle brushing against her ear, cool metal pressed against her cheekbone. 

What could she say? Nothing would change what came next. It was absurd to ask him to be safe; there would be no safety in this. She certainly couldn’t promise him the same. 

“We will see each other soon,” Cullen said again, and she lifted her head to look at him. He looked just as torn as she felt, tight lines at the corners of his eyes, mouth pressed into a grim line. When she loosened her arms to reach for his face, he did not let go of her. 

The kiss was harder than usual, as if by pressing their hopes and fears into each other they could somehow guarantee the truth of his words. When she sank back onto the flats of her feet, both of them were breathing harder. Still, he did not let go.

“You know what you’re doing,” she said, because she could not think of anything else to say. “I trust you. We’ll see each other again.” 

“We will,” he murmured, searching her eyes. 

Outside, she could hear a great many people moving, horses whickering and moving into the stone chamber that preceded the portcullis. Everyone else was ready. They had no choice but to be ready, too. When she moved to step back, he didn’t let go. 

“You are strong,” he said. “I have seen you fight. You will be fine.” 

Emmaera searched for a smile to give him and found it at last, tucked beneath the memory of his hands holding hers in the sunlight of the garden. They would see each other again. This wouldn’t be the last time.

“I will be better than fine,” she told him. “Dareth shiral, vhenan. Tuelanen ama na.” 

Cullen nodded solemnly, though she supposed he didn’t know the particulars of what she’d told him. He loosened his arm at last, then stepped back and straightened his mantle. 

“Inquisitor,” he said. 

Emmaera smoothed her hair and turned to the door that led to the courtyard. 

“Commander. I know you will secure a victory for the Inquisition.” 

“If it is at all within my power, Inquisitor, I will bring you victory,” he said, pausing before the doorway to press a fist to his chest. 

He was folded into the crush of people quickly, though she saw the slash of red when he mounted a horse and nudged it into a trot on the far side of the courtyard. Columns of people were spilling from the castle, all focused on the road ahead. If she stood on the ramparts, she knew she would see much the same from the camps in the valley below. The Inquisition marched for the Arbor Wilds; it was a huge thing, much larger than two small lives. 

She did not go to the ramparts. Instead, she stood in the room for a moment longer, fingers wrapped around the coin in her pocket. 

He said he would bring me victory, she thought, alone in the small room. Not the Inquisition. Me. 

Heart aching, the Inquisitor stepped away at last and sought her own companions for the journey ahead.

[izaneko]

[lokis-army-77]

🎶✨when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (positivity is cool)🎶✨

Red wine supernova - chappell roan

Out of touch- hall and oats

Wings of a butterfly - him

Buried alive- radio werewolf

Let me be your wings - from the thumbalina soundtrack

[fishermanshook]

Basket Full of Flowers ( gardener dating HC’s)

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literally just some head cannons of you guys dating, grammar warning as always!

While the two of you are dating, I feel like she wouldn't shy away from letting people know. Maybe not outright saying it, but from the hand holding (and the kisses she plants on your face before you two separate for your matches) to the intimate hugs you two share say enough.

In the relationship, don't be surprised if you receive numerous bouquets of flowers. All tied with a pretty green or blue bow with a small letter attached. The letter can say things like wishing you good luck for your future matches to her saying just how much she loves and adores you. The thought of you reading her notes and keeping the flowers has got her kicking her feet and giggling like a lunatic.

We all know Emma loves gardening, so I feel like if you were to come out to the manors garden and help her plant flowers while just talking about how your day was would be so sweet wejf13rbf23rfib2rfb

Dates are usually picnic or tea parties. She prefers picnics though, so she can rest her head in your lap and you can play with her hair as she rambles about anything.

note: okay something reallll short and sweet while i go wilt away

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