#moments I cherish

[dianastrength]

Random JK-Moments I cherish #2

gAnZ SeLtEn kommt es ja vor, dass ich mir alte JK-Videos anschaue und mit zunehmendem ✨ brainrot ✨ fallen mir dabei mehr und mehr Momente auf, die ich festhalten möchte, einfach weil.

Heute: "Duellchen um die Weltchen - Studiospiel - DUDW" (Quelle: YouTube)

1. Wie Klaas auf den Mini-Buzzer aufmerksam macht, weil "das der Joko ja immer witzig findet, wenn Sachen kleiner sind als in echt", und dann selig grinsend dabei zusieht, wie Joko sich freut.

2. Wasserflasche exen, die Erste.

Jeannine fragt, ob Klaas seinen Schluckreflex ausschalten könne, und Klaas sagt: "Ne, ich hab' geschluckt, die ganze Zeit."

Draraufhin lacht Joko, kurz und vollkommen lautlos, UND DANN Klaas' Blick im Close-Up. WAS ist das? Wirklich, ich frage mich das, seit ich das Video das erste Mal gesehen habe. Offensichtlich ist es die Reaktion auf Joko, aber...es ist überhaupt nichts von "Ja, haha, schlucken, witzig, Winterscheidt", sondern so...weich?? So seltsam weich, so beinahe deplatziert privat weich?? Plus dieses schiefe Grinsen, was alles ist, aber nicht cracky. Eher wissend?? Als würde da nonverbal gerade sehr viel mehr passieren?? (Bin das nur ich? 🫣)

3. Klaas' "Kann ich hier würfeln oder auf dem Ding?"-Fail und wie sowohl Joko, als auch Jeannine ihren Spaß daran haben.

4. Wie sie beide fast gleichzeitig das verpackte Schloss auswählen und beide für einen Moment nur ans Triumphieren und nicht ans Buzzern denken.

5. Klaas, der betonen muss, dass er sich ja auch wehgetan hat.

6. Klaas, der Joko anlächelt, nachdem der ihm sagt, dass er ihm bei seiner Spielnachfrage vorher nicht zugehört hat. (Okay, Klaas)

7. Jeannines "Uiuiui, Bilder im Kopf" zu Jokos Wattebausch-Nose-Dive-Skills 😅👑

8. Joko, der ein Kinderpflaster bekommt und Klaas, der die Witz-Vorlage scheinbar irgendwie bewusst nicht nutzt.

9. Das Anflirten (Jeannines Bezeichnung, nAtÜrLiCh nicht meine) kurz bevor die Wand wieder hochfährt. (Ich möchte nur auf das völlig unwichtige Detail hinweisen, dass Klaas angefangen hat.)

10. Wasserflasche exen, die Zweite.

Klaas, der sehr süß grinst, weil er Joko sehr witzig findet.

Klaas, der Joko beim Trinken nicht aus den Augen lässt - klar, er muss ja wissen, wie viel Zeit er noch hat - und, MEINEN Augen nach, ein minimales Schmunzeln im Kauen versteckt.

11. Joko rülpst und Klaas freut sich.

12. Jeannine: "Jokochen gewinnt gegen Klaaschen" 😌

#die beiden hatten da schon sehr einen ihrer besonderen vibes #hinzu kommt ja auch noch #dass das die erste show ihres dudw-team-konzepts war #und direkt sind sie krass soft #und...anderes #wfür ich keine worte hab #na ja #😅✨🧡 #dudw #klaas heufer umlauf #joko winterscheidt #joko und klaas #die beiden ey #soft softer jk #moments I cherish

[kittykalliarts]

For decades, the blank vision that Iudex Neuvillette wears near his heart has been subject to much discussion in Fontaine. Nobody remembers who it had once belonged to or why the ancient dragon protected it so jealously. It is said that if the Chief Justice would to stare at it for a long while, it would be sure to rain right after. Oh, how beloved that person must've been.

#genshin impact #genshin fanart #neuvillette #visions #wriolette #wriollette #neuvithesley #myart #sorry for the short drabble? #kasndkansd i have emotions over a simple thought i had #the tragedy for someone eternal to fall for someone who's here for only a brief moment eats away at me hhhh #it started with a funny thought of IF neuvillette needs to carry a fake vision for some reason after laughing at the archons for it #and then i remembered how people like kazuha would hold onto their loved one's masterless vision after they died #one thing led to another and now we have some wriolette angst with neuvillette cherishing wrio's masterless vision #after his inevitable passing #and idk if its just the traveller or if its even canon #but i like to think that neuv being a sovereign he would be able to hear the ambition of one's vision and maybe just maybe #he can use wrio's masterless vision to listen to his voice albeit ever so softly

[chloecherrysip]

Head empty, only thinking about Ultra Protective Big Brother Mario at all times and how ever since he was a literal baby who just learned to walk, his first, strongest instinct, as unthinking and instantaneous as a reflex, as breathing, has been to position himself in between Luigi and the slightest hint of danger with absolutely ZERO hesitation

(Their expressions are EXACTLY the same in the 1st and 3rd image!!!! Some things never change!!!! LOOK HOW HARD I CAN CRY!!!!!)

#mario movie #mario movie spoilers #super mario bros movie #super mario bros movie spoilers #cherrysip edits #other people: what was the point of the dog scene #me: HOW DARE YOU I WILL ALWAYS CHERISH MORE PROTECTIVE MARIO #one thing i noticed when i saw it on saturday night is that mario and luigi don't dive away when the dog first pounces #mario purposefully SHOVES luigi out of harm's way and only stumbles back because of the force of the push #HE IS JUST SO WHOLEHEARTEDLY FOCUSED ON LUIGI'S SAFETY AND I WEEP AND WEEP #no joke when i was first driving to the movie theater i thought #'i really need there to be a moment where mario holds his arm out in front of luigi protectively. that would prove to me #that the movie is doing them RIGHT' #AND I WAS PLEASED

[solarisfortuneia]

— 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬.

and the smell of camphor dancing in the wind.

✦ info: he didn't know he'd lose you so soon. (come back, please. even if it is just for five more minutes.)

✦ featuring: alhaitham.

✦ warnings: angst, character death (reader), heartache, 1.2k words, somewhat proof-read.

✦ notes: i cried so goddamn hard writing this. why is my first work after hiatus pain. why did i pick up the angst wip. but!! i'm writing again, so that's good. (more notes at the end.)

he didn’t know that it was your last day together. 

he didn’t know that the smile you gave him that afternoon, your eyes sparkling like sunlight upon the serene waves of the ocean, would be the last he’d ever see. that the playful light in your gaze would fade so very soon, slipping through his fingers like sand.

he didn’t know that last night would be the last time he held you close while you drifted off to sleep. he didn’t know that today would be the last time he’d wake up with you.

he didn’t think he’d lose you like this. 

he didn’t think he wouldn’t be able to save you from that blow. 

“please, please,”  he begs, both to you and to whatever force that is just barely holding you together. “just stay with me for five more minutes, please. until i can get you somewhere.” 

the rain soaks him to the bone, clothes and hair sticking to his skin. your lips stay motionless, eyes shut.

“wake up, please,”  he bargains. “you can have all the five minutes of extra sleep you want later, i promise. just—”  his vision blurs, and something shines on the ground before it is gone, swallowed by damp earth, lost amidst drops of falling rain. 

desperately, he tears off parts of his traveling cloak to staunch the bleeding. deep inside, he knows it is futile. he knows your wound is too great. he knows what lies ahead. but he cannot help but press the cloths to your wound and pray. 

please, please tell me it’ll be okay. 

please stay with me, beloved. i’ll read you all the books in the world. i’ll sleep in with you everyday, even if we end up whiling away our time. 

please. stay. stay with me. i can’t lose you yet.  

“— just wake up, beloved.” 

by some miracle, your eye flutters. just a bit. just enough to set hope ablaze, just enough for the grip on his heart to loosen a tiny bit. he buries his face in your shoulder, resting his head against your neck, uncaring of the blood that stains his clothes. your blood. on his clothes. his hands. everywhere. 

no. no. this can’t be happening.

he feels you strain beneath him, your unwounded arm gently, weakly brushing his back. he jolts upright, eyes trained on your face. you send a frail smile his way. he clasps your face softly as you nuzzle into his palm.

“alhaitham—” 

his full name. archons, how long has it been since you called him that?  

“— take good care of yourself, okay?” you tell him, chest heaving, your fingertips touching a tear on his cheeks. “i love you. so much.” 

those are the last words he hears fall from your lips. he presses a kiss to your forehead, to your eyelids, and to your cheeks and to your lips, over and over and over until he feels your breath slow, hoping they’ll say what he knows he cannot manage to choke out.

i love you. 

he stays there next to you for who knows how long, holding you until the rain slows and a faint rainbow smiles in the sky.

until he can’t smell camphor anymore.

—

every person has their curiosities. 

they’re just the little traits that set them apart from others, the things that make them tick just a little bit differently, the things that make them, them.

for instance, someone may be obsessed with collecting tiny furniture, while another eats the crusts off their sandwich before actually consuming it. someone may have an affinity for the most niche aspects of linguistics, while another can accurately predict the next raindrop that slides down a window pane.

after all, no two people are exactly alike, are they?

alhaitham knows he’s got his fair share of these curiosities himself. his aversion to soup and all things that resemble it, to name one. and with you, he’d noticed two things. 

number one: the scent of camphor that seems to linger on every inch of your person. 

he’d caught whiff of it almost immediately the first time you met. you were but one of his juniors in the akademiya, filled with bright-eyed curiosity and anxiety to match. you had tripped over a stair and bumped into his table in the library, bringing the mountain of books in your arms crashing down.

and with subsequent coincidental meetings, he learnt that the subtle scent of camphor dancing in the air meant you weren’t far away. 

you were, unfortunately, one of the poor souls who seemed to be cursed with constantly recurring minor illnesses, and almost always walked about with a stuffy nose. and so, you always carried a small disc of camphor in a handkerchief, as well as in your pocket.

you swore up and down, left, right and center that sniffing the vapors helped make breathing easier.

‘it’s my grandmother’s remedy, alhaitham! camphor always works wonders. well, that and eucalyptus oil.”

alhaitham may not know the validity of your claim or the legitimacy of the cure, but he knew to never, ever question a grandmother’s remedy. that, and he’d much rather refrain from starting a back-and-forth about something so small.

and number two: your neverending pleas of different variations of ‘just five more minutes!’ 

“five more minutes, ‘haitham. please.” you’d whine grumpily when he woke you up to start your day. “let me sleep in for five more minutes.” 

“five more minutes, habibi,” you’d ask when he put down the story you’d requested he read out to you before bedtime. “read me the part where she finds the music box?”

“five more minutes, baby,” is what you’d tell him when he asks how much longer you’d take getting ready. “you can’t rush perfection!”

those five more minutes were never five minutes long. 

but he’d always, always indulged you and those pleading eyes of yours. as stoic as he appeared to be, you lived in his heart. of course he could never deny you anything under the sun.

—

alhaitham remembers that silly little song you sang over and over, the one you’d learnt from a kid in the bazaar. he’d taken you to see one of nilou’s performances, and, friendly soul that you were, you’d struck up a conversation with some of the eager audience members before the play. 

“oh, how i wish i was a bird flying free,

i’d see the world, every mountain and every sea!

oh, how i wish i was a cloud in the sky,

wouldn’t you like to wave to me as i pass by?”

you’d hum that rhyme on every idle afternoon.

loss is inevitable. he knows that, with how logical and rational and straightforward he is. he’d lost his parents, but he was far too young to remember. he’d lost his grandmother, but she passed in her sleep of old age, serene and wise.

but you? he didn’t think you’d leave him this soon. a singular wish sits in his soul, making its home in his bones. 

a wish that you’d come back, somehow. 

he wishes you gave him five more minutes, just as he always did.  but he knows that you could’ve given him five more hours, five more days, five more years and five more decades and it would still not be enough time spent with you. 

a blue feathered bird comes to perch on his shoulder, interrupting his musings just as he raises his face to the sky. he sees the heart shaped cloud that floats idly above sumeru city.

 he thinks of the rhyme again, and something in him tells him to wave. and so he does. a scent so familiar lingers, faintly brushing his nose in the wind that picks up.

“alhaitham, it's time to go.”  kaveh calls his name softly.

 alhaitham doesn't move. “five more minutes,”  he says, echoing your favorite phrase. “i smell camphor in the breeze.” 

✦ extra notes: my alhaitham characterization for this fic stems from how i believe that when alhaitham is attached, he's attached. so i focused more on that, and less of all that rationality and whatnot. this one loves deeply, yk?

that camphor thing is a real grandma remedy in our household (my mom would tie some in a hanky and put some under my pillow and still to this day reminds me to do it when i'm sick) which is what originally sparked the idea for this

when i'd initially started this wip, i didn't expect it go this way. usually i write with my brain, but i think i wrote this one with my fingers working faster than i can think hsjhsj so sorry if it's kinda out of place lmao but yk what? i'm happy with it still even though i feel like it doesn't have my usual quality.

thanks for reading.

#—🖋 #・ nouveau livre ˎˊ˗ #astronetwrk #genshin x reader #alhaitham x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #alhaitham x you #genshin x you #emotional blabbering ahead in the tags beware #this is hitting me in a place i didn't know existed hjsjs #like. i haven't lost anyone but i have lost my life as i know it? #this past year was full of so many endings and i've been struggling in some way everyday #like i didn't know that the last time i saw my friends would truly be the last time we ever saw each other #i didn't know that i'd be bidding goodbye to my parents as i left home through an airport #ANYWAY ENOUGH DUMPING. ig i'm just telling you to hug the people you love tighter and cherish every moment you spend with them #time goes by really quickly and you don't know where it'll go #ily guys #ew barf feelings </3 /j

[thebatcreature]

Love how right after huddy breakup they throw some hilson at us like. here don't cry now I've got you ice cream it's your favorite flavor.

#and I cherished that ice cream with tears running down my face #s7e16 had some really good hilson moments #the “leave me alone” “no” is an all time favorite of mine #house md #hilson

[lotuslate]

They are about to snoo mimimi after a long day of being completely in love with each other!

#mdzs #mdzs fanart #genderbend #wlw wangxian #fem!wwx #fem!lwj #mo dao zu shi #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #jessbye #This was requested from a participant of Raffle for Palestine! Thank you for donating and thank you to the organizers for the raffle! #admittedly lately its been very hard to draw #but i took my time with this and paced myself #and ultimately ended up cherishing and enjoying the scattered moments i found the energy to draw #warmth and intimacy can be smth So important

[karlydraws]

Grocery shopping

What's the point of drawing all the details when you're just going to motion-blur them

#I'm a little sister with two brothers #i cherish these moments #chainsaw man #chain saw boy #denji #denji csm #big brother aki #aki csm #power csm #karly draws

[etcetceteras]

zagreus

#hades #hades game #hades fanart #zagreus #hades supergiant #my art #the absolute collective freakout for hades2 announcement is going to be a moment i cherish for YEARS

[books-books-smolderinglooks]

They don't have names. 💜🧡

#young royals #wilmon #simon eriksson #wilhelm #prince wilhelm #y'all.. when I first saw this part and he was like naw no names I SCREAMED!! because it's him and Wille’s moment and one he cherishes alot #so aint gonna taint it.. so no names! omg what a moment!! 😭😭 #fish scene my beloved 💜🧡 #i miss them something fierce! #i like to put Simon around a hue of purple because purple love babes.. his color.. 💜🥰 #anyway have a lovely day. 🌼 #my gifs yr #youngroyalsedit #wille x simon

[pineappical]

father and son

#ted lasso #ted lasso fanart #henry lasso #remember when jason sudeikis said that ted lasso was a show about bad fathers and we all thought it was about ted's own father and how his #passing caused ted to become the kind person he currently is. and we thought that was the 'bad father' part of him. and then s3 rolls #around and it just hits you how his passing did cause that and More. how ted became so afraid to let down others. to let down henry by not #Winning The Whole Thing. but yeah in the end you just have to try #and sometimes i wonder if ted ever knew that he was a good father (etc etc that conversation with dr sharon in 2x10) #despite the distance and his divorce.. cherish the moment he had with his son instead of the time they spent away from each other #pn.art #SORRY THIS HAS BEEN ON MY MIND FOR THE PAST 3 HOURS ITS 5AM RN I KNOW I HAVE A SHITASS SCHEDULE </3 #ted lasso spoilers #i have sooo much stuff i wanna say about this and i know ill forget to say it later but god. god i just want him to know hes enough soo bad #<- normal about fictional characters #babygirl you are so full of problems they rarely addressed. godbless #IM NOT MAKING SENSE I JUST LOVEEEEE HIMMMM :((((

[mikaikaika]

Here's to my favourite Abueloier moment where he called Lovejoy "Blowjoy" and then immediately followed that up with asking Q!Quackity whether him and Q!Wilbur have had sex

Abueloier : About your boyfriend Wilbur - What's - What's his band name ? It's like Blowjoy

Quackity : *laughs* UH NOo. No it's Lovejoy

A : Oh Lovejoy oh. Sorry I'm so sorry

Q : Yeah no no no it's alright Grandpa. It's oh - Everyone makes mistakes

A: And how's your relationship ? Are you having sex ?

Q : *Laughs*

#Absolute fav moment #And I've not seen anyone talk about it so I took matter in own hands #Abueloier #Quackity #Qtntduo #Tntduo #Roier #Q! Clips #Clips to cherish #Qsmp

[dianastrength]

Random JK-Moments I cherish #1

gAnZ SeLtEn kommt es ja vor, dass ich mir alte JK-Videos anschaue und mit zunehmendem ✨ brainrot ✨ fallen mir dabei mehr und mehr Momente auf, die ich festhalten möchte, einfach weil.

Heute: "Jokos unprivater Tag - #MakeWinterscheidtSmallAgain" (Quelle: YouTube)

1. Klaas: "Was mach ich denn am liebsten mit meinem freien Tag? Genau, ich lauf Joko hinterher."

2. Klaas (Joko nachäffend): "Kann ich da Geld investieren? Mhm, ja, mach ich, hab ich. Hab sehr viel Geld." 😅

3. Klaas löst die Situation im Café auf und Joko lässt sich ein paar Witze oben drauf gefallen, bis er nach einigen halbherzigen "Hör-aufs" und Rausschmeißversuchen ganz ruhig dieses eine ernst gemeinte "Hau ab" sagt. Und Klaas darauf sofort mit "Jo" reagiert und ohne weiteres Wenn und Aber abzieht. Deren faszinierende Kommunikation und so.

4. Klaas: "Joko mit seinem Modequatsch" (das meint der affectionate, ich bin mir sicher 😁😅)

5. Klaas: "Joko kommt natürlich in Bedrängnis, weil er jetzt sympathisch sein muss. Er kann jetzt nicht einfach sagen: Steck dir deine Tuba in' Arsch und hau ab."

6. Jokos unsicherer "Och nee"-Blick

7. Jokos erste Frage: "Wo ist Klaas?"

8. Klaas: "Von hier sieht's aus wie Christopher Street Day."

9. Klaas: "Er ist total durcheinander. Er hält sich die Ohr'n zu und steht mitten auf der Straße." (BringWinterscheidtDurcheinanderAgain)

10. Klaas, der Joko in seinen Kontakten als 'Winti' eingespeichert hat (💌)

#the brainrot is real #let me be #:D #circus halligalli #klaas heufer umlauf #joko winterscheidt #joko und klaas #die beiden ey #moments I cherish

[nikoisme]

you ever think about the fact that those were the burial rites of hector, breaker of horses? not hector of the shining helm? In that moment, they didn't bury the terror of the achaeans, they buried a son, a brother, a husband, a father. Not only will those hands never spill blood and protect the walls again, but those hands will also never cradle his baby son or hold his wife again. That face will never send fear down the enemy's spine, nor will it ever smile or gleam with pride again. The helm will slowly be eaten away by rust and grow dull, and so will the horses without hector to rein their spirits or andromache to gently feed them wine and wheat. They didn't bury him for who he was to the achaeans, they buried him for who he was to the trojans. The laments over his body started with his ferocity in battle and ended with his gentleness. Yes, they grieved the future (death) he left them with when he fell, but maybe they also grieved the past (life) he took with him to the grave.

#fucking;; feral #niko rambles #hector of troy #yes without him they will die. but they can't live without him either can they. #instead of fearing death they can cherish life. at least for a moment. hmm #i can't explain it. but shit.

[jaarijani]

Jere in may: I don't write love songs, the only love song I have is siita viis

Jere in october: and inside of me my heart sings this melody- this love boat is loaded- I don't know if you're the right one, or if you're still mine tomorrow-

#Käärijä #bojere #huhhahhei #nevermonth #the implied 'but' on that last line SENDS ME #'but at least you're mine tonight' #'but you're here with me right now' #'but I'll cherish you in this moment' #'but ill keep you with me' #UGH #im WEAK #this song is already so bojere coded and we only have a thirty second clip!!!!!!! #jere really went i dont write love songs only to fall in love with a slovenian heartthrob minutes after he did that interview #adding the bojere tag bc i mean i have to

[blondeaxolotl]

Mey-Ron fankids are here yippee!!!

bonus comic with Ronald and his twins:

#basically headcanon is that Ronald dyes his hair and his hair is naturally brunette which means his kids are going to be brunette #also my bad for lack of art guys. school has been devouring me alive lmaooo but I swear I'm arting just give me a moment to breathe #also funfact. the twins are named after the two kids from mey-rins backstory that she befriended. #because I think they were her first friends ever and she probably cherishes their memory of them together alot #so ofc she'd name her twins after them why not #black butler #kuroshitsuji #black butler art #black butler fanart #kuroshitsuji fanart #kuroshitsuji art #black butler fankids #ronald knox #mey rin #black butler mey rin #black butler ronald #mey-ron #mey rin x ronald #ronald x mey rin #my art #art #fankids #character designs #fanart

[ride-a-dromedary]

Wyll taking Halsin to the Wilden Oak after observing how much he was struggling to adapt to the City, thinking it would cheer him up *and* be special enough that maybe he can work up the nerve to ask him something important. Telling him about how he used to daydream about the stories it could tell him, and how it brought him comfort - how it may bring him comfort as well. And maybe he thinks he's talking too much, too fast, but it all pours out of him with heart-aching sincerity.

Halsin listening thoughtfully to Wyll's fanciful dreams of dragons and the Weave, and chuckling fondly at how eager he is; how whimsical he makes everything sound. Bubbling over with how happy it makes him to hear Wyll so beautifully matching the splendor of this tree with such fanciful tales, admiring it for what it is.

Wyll's face heating up, thinking he must be laughing at his stories, and ah, hells, he's gone and fumbled this, of course an Archdruid would think fairytales of trees to be foolish and childish. Mumbling it must sound silly to him.

Halsin frowning then, brought out of his affectionate thoughts. "Oh, no, not at all. I think it's wonderful. Here, let me show you something."

Halsin bringing Wyll's hand up to the bark of the tree and pressing it beneath his own to the ridges and grooves, encouraging him to listen closely again as he had as a boy. Telling him that trees speak to those who care to hear them, even if they cannot understand them. Wyll closing his eyes, flustered at how close they are, but - after a moment of quiet - hearing the barest tendrils of something touching the edges of his mind. Nothing he is able to understand, but he swears he feels it; more than he ever has before.

Halsin himself listening and catching the discernable memories the oak is able to give him amidst the transfer - the tiniest glimpses of generations and magic long past. Perhaps even a dragon cutting its lightning path through the sky, eons ago. He passes anything translatable gently off to Wyll, who listens, enraptured.

The Wilden reveals other things - other terrible things. Other sad things and tragic things, no where near the fairytales that Wyll spins. Halsin does not pass these memories on, but judging by the frown on Wyll's face, he senses it.

But there is something else - something closer to the heart - it calls Wyll "tree friend" - flashes of Wyll as a young boy, collecting its leaves from the ground. Of an older Wyll curled in on himself in the tangle of its roots, heartbroken; an even older Wyll turning his face to the dappled sun and smiling, little golden bands sparkling in his hair.

Halsin taking Wyll by the hand and bringing him deeper into the forest, scouting a good spot to plant the tiny wishing acorn Wyll had pressed bashfully into his palm with stories of his mother. Burying the seed deep into the ground so its roots may grow anew, just as glorious as its parent - waiting to bring joy to another a century down the line. Just as their lives have taken root within one another, tangled and new, but full of life.

#BG3 Musing #Halsin #Wyll Ravengard #wyllsin #the more i think about it the more i can connect these romance paths thematically near perfectly - i can blend them #and it doesn't lead into halsin's romance scene - not yet - but damn it sure does kickstart it #(i'm connecting the dots - you're not connecting shi- I'M CONNECTING THEM) #i don't think they get married because that's not really something elves do on the regular if at all - especially wood elves #which may be a disappointment to wyll at first because he has all these fanciful notions of relationships and fairytales - but also? #i believe they'd stay together for the rest of wyll's life - like i genuinely bonafide can see that #and wyll would thrive because he would be *free* for the first time in forever - he'd blossom and live and have someone to come back to #who would love and cherish him as much as if they'd never parted for a single moment #no pacts no contracts just someone who loves him and somewhere safe to be - and when he's ready he has all the children he wants #also: wyll 'canonically chases after mermaids' ravengard + halsin 'i could attempt a kelpie' silverbough js