#weddning

[clarencehouseaus]

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[blobbei-art]

I recently archived all of the old art on my DeviantArt accounts I still have and 14 year old me actually was onto something with pixel art?

Also I dearly miss the experience of this Team Rocket Roleplay(ish) DeviantArt group I joined 2015/16. Having a public group where your OCs just exist very close to one another/live together so you included each other a lot. Very good times!

I hope all these people with their edgy Pikachu OCs are doing good out there nowadays.

[unimportant-ramblings]

[fashionassassin11]

Dina opted for a Sulani weddning and planned everything to detail. Let´s just say things didn´t go as planned, starting with the weather and an unplanned pregnancy.

[lovesmcfashion]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: NEW LONG MERMAID WEDDNING DRESS EMBROIDERED WITH FLORAL LACE AND BEADS GL3442.

[darius-cordell-custom-dresses]

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[optimist-brand-design]

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[samstree]

for the drabble thing: “you weren’t there”

maybe post mountain geraskier? i’m in an angsty mood rn but whatever you wanna write will be good :)

Creatures of the Night (2)

It's the night of Jaskier and Valdo's wedding. Geralt needs to do something.

(endgame geraskier, background valdo/jaskier, angst, infidelity)

Previous | AO3

The Oxenfurt Observatory might just be the grandest building in Redania.

The great hall is decorated with countless flowers and candles, giving the ancient walls a soft glow. Through the tall glass ceiling, stars are shining in the clear night sky, the perfect weather for a wedding.

It must be Jaskier’s idea, to be handfasted at midnight, to have his guests slow-dance under the moon and the stars until dawn breaks. Their new life will begin when the candles burn out and the first ray of light spills into the room.

If only there’s a competition for the biggest romantic on the continent. Jaskier could win without breaking a sweat.

The room is being filled up with guests—mostly bards and professors, old schoolmates of the two grooms. After all, both Valdo and Jaskier are Oxenfurt’s children, which means everyone is dressed in the most colorful clothes one could imagine. In another word, the room is being filled up with Jaskiers, and it’s getting loud.

It’s more difficult to locate the bard himself through the din of the room, but Geralt hears him, unmistakably. Jaskier’s heartbeat approaches the Observatory, thrumming with nervousness.

No more nervous than Geralt.

He breathes in, and exits the room in a few strides. And there Jaskier is, surrounded by pale moonlight, with jasmine flowers braided into his hair and pure joy painted across his cheeks. He seems to be murmuring a private joke to Essi, and they both burst into strings of giggles.

Geralt almost backs out.

“Geralt!” Jaskier notices him. “You came! I was worried for a moment.”

“Of course.” Geralt gestures to the outfit he helped pick out. “You look nice.”

“Thank you. Now, Poppet, can you give us a few moments?” Jaskier sends Essi inside with the sweetest smile. She shoulders past Geralt a little too curtly. There’s always an air of wariness whenever Essi regards Geralt, an untrusting side-eye here and there.

“Don’t mind her.” Jaskier waves when they are left alone. “Little Eye is a tad too protective. She’ll get over it.”

“Hmm.” Geralt swallows hard. “Can we find somewhere more private? I want to talk to you.”

Jaskier blinks, but leads them away anyway until they are by the side of the road, the celebrating crowd and the orange glow of candlelight in the distance.

“Here to make sure I end up someone else’s problem, aren’t you? Don’t worry, in about half an hour, I will be legally required to only bother Valdo for the rest of eternity.” Jaskier nudges Geralt in the shoulder, a jasmine slipping by his ear.

Geralt rights it without thinking, his fingers trembling.

Gods, he can’t say it. He can’t. Jaskier is so happy and Geralt will only ruin their friendship. His second chance is too precious to be risked—

“No, actually,” Geralt heaves out a breath, his heart pounding. “The opposite."

Jaskier snorts, “And, my dear witcher, what is the opposite?”

Here it goes.

“I am in love with you.”

The words sink into the silence. Geralt’s world narrows down to the steady rise and fall of Jaskier’s chest and the little hitch in his breathing. In the darkness of the night, Jaskier’s eyes stay in the shadows, his emotions obscured.

“No, you are not.” When he finally answers, it comes out in a snort. “Ha! A good one, Geralt! And they say witchers don’t have a sense of humor, idiots!”

Jaskier lets out another dry laugh, although the waver in his voice betrays everything.

“I am,” Geralt stresses again, “in love with you, Jaskier.”

Jaskier is staring, the upturn of his lips freezing into shock, the rise and fall of his chest picking up into a frenzy and suddenly he’s breathing too fast. “You can’t. You just can’t…” Air seems to trap in his lungs and a salty tang of tears hits Geralt full-force.

“I wish I couldn’t love, like what they say, but Jaskier, I can and I do—”

“You can’t do this to me!” Jaskier shouts, crying openly. “No, no! You don’t get to tell me this now! We had twenty years…”

Geralt wants more than anything in the world to pull Jaskier into his arms and wipe away the tears, but the space between them is too great. “I didn’t know for twenty years, Jask. Forgive me. It was only after the mountain that I learned how important you were to me. I couldn’t go on like this—”

“The mountain?” Jaskier chokes out a whimper. “You realized after the mountain? You mean when I bared my heart to you and you stomped on it like it was nothing?”

Geralt shakes his head, the guilt constricting his chest. “I’m sorry. For all the pain I caused you.”

“For months I thought I was but a mistake to you, that you hated me for two decades and couldn’t wait to cast me aside like dirt stuck on your shoes. Do you even know… Geralt, do you have an ounce of idea what I went through?”

Jaskier sways and Geralt catches him in his arms, placing his head on his shoulders and feeling the uncontrollable shakes running down Jaskier’s spine. The sight of Jaskier hurt because of him, again, pains Geralt more than any monster’s claws or talons.

“I love you, Jaskier,” he vows. “You were never nothing to me. You are everything. I was an idiot. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

Jaskier struggles and swats at his shoulders and Geralt takes it all the while murmuring more sweet nothings into his ear. Finally, when Jaskier calms down, it’s with another whimper. “You are an idiot.”

“I am.” Geralt cradles the nape of Jaskier’s neck, running his thumb in circles, soothing the last of the trembling away. “Just one word from you, Jask, I can take you away. You don’t have to marry him. Just give me the word and I’m yours. Gods, I’ve waited for so long for this day. At last, I’m sure of my heart, just as I’m sure of yours.”

He buries into Jaskier’s hair and inhales the grief and the flowers, and something that is distinctly Jaskier, expecting a whispered plea. Just one word from Jaskier and they can start their new life together.

What he doesn’t expect is the way Jaskier goes stiff in his arms and the hand that pushes him away.

The soft moonlight catches a glint in Jaskier’s eyes, and it speaks of determination. “Valdo,” he says, as if in a dream.

“You don’t have to marry him. We can lea—”

“Valdo will be here soon.” Jaskier sniffles and wipes at his tears frantically. His whole face is puffy from crying and there’s no way he can hide it. “It’s almost midnight.”

Geralt’s world comes to a stop.

“What?”

“Get inside, and don’t say anything about this.”

“I don’t understand. Jask, you don’t need to go through this anymore. I’ll give you anything you ask. Just say the words, please,” he begs for the first time in a century, catching Jaskier’s hand.

“I am saying it. Get inside. Sit in the back row and don’t speak to me. Valdo might be able to tell.” With a few deep breaths, Jaskier school his features back to neutral. “Only the gods know how he can read me like an open book.”

Geralt’s blood runs cold. “Do you love him?”

The anguish by the corner of Jaskier’s lips says everything. It remains as he smiles a crooked smile. “He loves me. Oh, Geralt, he loves me. I can’t hurt him like this.”

“I thought,” Geralt looks down in shame. “I thought I knew your heart.”

“I thought I did too.”

“Then why?”

“You weren’t there,” Jaskier shrugs like it’s the easiest explanation. “He was.”

Despite every cell in Geralt’s body screaming against it, he nods and lets go of Jaskier’s hand, allowing his limp fingers to slip from his grasp at last.

Jaskier has asked it of him after all.

He doesn’t know how he got back into the crowd, the warm light only a blur in his vision. Another group is stopping near the hall, among them is the other groom-to-be. Valdo’s worried voice when he sees Jaskier is another blow to Geralt’s chest.

“Oh, Julian, are you crying?”

“Just…too happy.”

There’s the sound of kissing, and Geralt can’t tune it out. He laughs at himself for the masochistic tendencies, but maybe he deserves the torture.

“No more tears. Let’s get married, my love.”

The guests settle, and the music begins.

The happy couple walks towards the altar in the witness of family and friends, and Geralt watches every moment of it.

If the smile on Jaskier’s face is a bit strained as the priest ties the ribbon, no one seems to notice.

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A big thanks to anon for the prompt! I asked for some one-word or one-sentence prompts and the next thing I knew they were connecting into a whole story.

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[spnkakashi]

MY SISTER GOT MARRIEDDD

[acipaer-a]

@heartvalor

never thought he would be free   &   never through he would be     .  .  .     feel alive again .   see the people he loved again .   see his family and people .   velaris .   keeping this place safe ,   the people here safe   :   it was what drove him .   why he refused to bow down completely .   and when feyre called him that day ,   seeing her in that big ridicilous weddning dress   &   she agreed to stay     .  .  .     she became part of the night court .   hid a big secret from her ,   but he never dared to think or hope even ,   that she would accept the bond between them .   figured it out anyways ,   on her own and now     .  .  .     somedays he has to pinch himself to think it is true .   she is here however .   shoulder lean against the doorframe   &   he tried to be silent when approaching ,   just so he could watch her .   knew where to find her .   take in the way she hunch over on chair ,   the concentration upon features as she paint .

❝   feyre darling .   ❞      voice smooth as silk when he finally speak ,   gaze shift from the paints at her side   (   and fond memories that tied to it .   )   before looking up at her ,   wry grin tugging at lips .     ❝   did you think of joining your mate in bed tonight or leave him alone for hours on end   ?   ❞ 

[0ynes]

Reading A Clash of Kings

I just finished reading the chapter where Ramsay invades Winterfell.

Theon is a fcking moron. Even after all his fck ups, he still has a ridiculous mindset when he thinks of joining the Night's Watch to save his ass. The bloody fool led himself into Ramsay's hands and I ain't sorry for him anymore.

The way Ramsay takes Winterfell and reveales himself is WAAAAY cooler than what they did on the show. I imagine his dark armor and red helm would look really cool and frightning.

I guess in the show they wanted to save the Bolton's treason until after the red weddning, so they did the whole thing with Theon being tortured, and then set free by Ramsay, just for him to bring theon back and reveal himself. But that's really meeeh now that I've read the book.

Anyway I was just shaking my head in the last paragraph where the Dreadfort men are killing everyone and burning everything.

Fuck Ramsay, but this is all Theon's fault, the conceited moron.

[xxyumeno]

         ❝ Wait, there chaos not caused by me and I can’t be blamed for it? Bitchin’~ ❞ he just going to grab himself some popcorn and enjoy the show. Though, he has no clue what this weddning thing is about. Loki definitely wasn’t going to miss out on a free show.

[samcanana]

Its been slow

Well i reachd gw 1 fr my weddn. Another 2.5kgs n i wudv reach gw 2. Bt i dint. Nw thru my honeymoon inspite of binging 3times a day....the walking n sightseeing kept all the calories off. (as well as my bulemia)

Nw im back home living wit my inlaws n nw husband. N im not allowed to skip meals. N it sucks. This constant regular intake of food is making me hungrier than ever. The more i eat the more hungry i get. I always feel tht way. So nw my goal is to not pass 65kg. And beleive me i am on the verge.

I wish i cud go back to living on my own and starving and puking my brains out in peace.

😑

_the_sad_lonely_wife

[therefrigeratorlight]

HELLO CIARA AS THE OFFICIATE IN THE WEDDNING WE SEE YOU AND WE LOVE YOU

[rondostrings]

The Calling of Every Human Being is the Sacrament of Marriage

The Calling of Every Human Being is the Sacrament of Marriage

Congratulations to John and Irene on their wedding at Mother of God Chaldean Church in Southfield. It was a beautiful ceremony efficiently coordinated by Dalia Atisha.  According to the church website, marriage is the natural calling of every human being, the sacrament of marriage, which occurs between two baptized people, offers particulars graces for the couple and their children to help them…

[jmartsdesign]

Depois de uma weddning sketchcrawl nada como terminar o dia com um bikesketch. 🚵😝 #uskportugal #usk #urbansketch #urbansketchers #sketch #sketchbook #graphicdiary #livesketch #drawnonsite #uskPT #sketchwalker #montemorsketchers #sketchbook #draw #drawing #sketch #sketching #pencil #sketchbook #arte #dibujo #dailysketch #dailydrawing #instagram