#f: unnamed

[passionfruitmango]

I also took this the other day, lil green bab doesn't have a name yet 💚

[furbyutopia]

Some lemony accessories 🍋

[kah-way-loh]

Infinite Flamingo Furby Buddy hack! Just picked one this afternoon!

... Okay no, that's not true, but these pink rooster comb flowers are the perfect pink!

[Image description: a two-tone pink Flamingo Furby Buddy with blue eyes is held next to a pink celosia flower in a large pot. A few other flowers are in the background. End ID.]

[frupi-place]

I did lil sketches of my boys while waiting for them^_^ First time drawing a furby ever, but I think I did okay!

my boys- Frupi and /unnamed at the moment/ (I want to interact with it first!)

lil wonky but I love them<3

[sunnydayaoe]

It would be really fun if sun didn't know how to speak object languages

^ original

[artsyaprilmr]

Lucas and Morgan will never have children but it's always fun to mix together characters' traits and features and see the result :^)

[deathless--aphrodite]

i'm here to ask about jaime and rhaella 😭🙏

omg thank u for my life basically there's no textual basis for this really but i do find it interesting how rhaella and joanna were said to be close + joanna dies + jaime goes on to be charged with guarding (seemingly) rhaella and elia most often. something about knowing this boy's mother and he's sworn to protect you with his life and he's fifteen and you knew him before he was born. something about your mother being dead and you couldn't do anything about it and now you're in charge of keeping the Realm's Mother alive. jaime being the only person to think of rhaella as she was, the honesty in recalling the ways she suffered. im cooked.

[drill-teeth-art]

Get yourself a girl who can put you in a trance! A boy who makes you his puppet! She has you sing and dance!

[thehazardsoflove]

we're making lore for childhood crushes tonight. im going into terraria to smooch the guide and no one can stop me (he/him for both characters please!!)

[everye]

tw blood, gore

My Heaven

sh1 locations usually don't get much recognition so i feel like adding some explanatory notes on it (just in case)

the place is the secret chamber in Green Lion Antiques where distracted from prayer alessa is having a tender moment gazing at the point where God's painting is supposed to be

(GOD- IM TRULY BEWITCHED BY THIS GAME THE WAY IT NEVER THROWS STRAIGHT FACTS IN UR FACE AND WISELY KEEPS ATMOSPHERE OF UNDERSTATEMENT TILL THE VERY END SO FKING CHARMING–)

whatever ceremonial stuff it is, it had started to burn before one of harry's passing out

and due to perspective in my drawing alessa stands directly on it ..

i'd like to sum up the post w little art comparison bc i also pursued the goal to redraw one of my old drawings

the first one is pretty rough for sure still luv both of them tho

june 2021 august 2022

seems like i had come to better understanding of what im trying to achieve in terms of composition COLORS and whatnot

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[remmyswritings]

Wow… I haven’t been back here in ages, but for some reason I was in a mood the other night and started to read through some of my old fics and it just lit up something in me and I was like ok I think I’m gonna start writing again.

I don’t know if any of my old mutuals are still on here, so if any of yall stumble upon this post and want to go back on my taglist just like send a note to my inbox I guess.

Also thank you to my wonderful bestie who I actually met originally through the fics I wrote, she was one of my anons and has become a great great friend who I actually get to see in person nowadays and has done me the wonderful privilege of agreeing to be my beta reader, so THANK YOU 💛

Hope you enjoy this fic, I won’t be revealing who it is though hehehe all I’ll say is that it involves a slytherin x reader pairing. as always, any and all feedback/comments are appreciated :)

The old Black house that is 12 Grimmauld Place was not where you were expecting to spend the summer after your fourth year, but then again it’s become hard to have any expectations for anything since Harry had come out of the maze with the news that he was back. And while you understood truly the danger that was to come, you didn’t feel as terrified as you thought you’d be. For the most part, you spent the summer searching all the nooks and crannies the space could offer you, cuddling up in the room that Hermione, Ginny, and you shared, laughing at the antics of the boys or sharing whispers of dreams and secrets shared under the covers. Hoping, maybe even praying, that one night you all would be offered the chance to sit in on that meeting that every adult occupant of the household sat on in the kitchen. Yet, with closeness gained and hearts and minds penetrated you didn’t have the courage to tell them about the one who plagued your thoughts every time you closed your eyes. At least, until Harry finally made it to the doorway.

Something about his anger, about his burning need to understand what was going on, made you pause… your mother knew, of course, you couldn’t not tell her of your closeness with the Slytherin. But something about Molly’s words, about all of you being children still, that you should be able to still be children… the girls at least, maybe they would find some happiness from your words, or at least cherish the last thing that you’d kept locked away from them.

•••

“You two are really lucky you know,” your fingers gripped and stretched the blanket wrapped around your legs, “Everyone that you care for is in this house, and…” your voice starts to falter.

Ginny and Hermione share a look, before devoting their attention to you. Hermione’s lips part first but it’s Ginny’s voice that makes its ways to your ears. “And?”

“And,” your throat tightens slightly as you continue on, “you don’t have to worry about anyone asking questions when we get back to school.” Your eyes drift back down to your fingers, the girls waiting patiently- at least trying to, before they can’t help themselves.

“Are you talking about someone specific?” Hermione’s voice starts slowly, while Ginny’s picks up the pace, “Someone who’s not just a friend?”

You nod, your eyes widening as your whole body just visibly relaxes under their careful gaze.

The silence in the room stills, just for a second, but enough for you to consider your next moves carefully. Nothing in the house disturbs the three of you as you finally shift off the bed, digging deep into your trunk as you pull out the small letter box, and with a nod you take of the lid, letting the contents be shown to people other than yourself.

At first, the girls’ eyes flutter between its contents and you- as you once again settle yourself into your previous position on the bed. A small smile starts to show as your fingers pick up some of the letters, flipping through them slowly until you find what you wanted. Staring at it with a delicate look in your eye, the rest of the pile returns to its rightful place in the box, as your free hand traces the person they’ve yet to see.

“Don’t freak out, please,” the picture’s contents come into view, and although you’d asked, Ginny can’t help the small gasp that comes out of her.

Her and Hermione once again find themselves trading looks, only this time there’s a bewilderment on both their faces. Hermione’s face suddenly turning red as she starts, “… Z-Zabini. You mean to tell us you’re dating Blaise Zabini….” Her voice trails off at the end.

To in shock of the image of Blaise wrapped up next to you, so oblivious in his need to look at you, you’re the only one to catch the picture in progress, they only hear the smack of your face making contact with your hands.

It’s not a violent move and yet, it’s suddenness makes you all look at one another and giggle- rather hysterically if other members of the household were to pass by the room at that moment. And giggle and giggle you do as you start to nod your head at Hermione’s question.

And then it calms once again, only for you to open your mouth, “Well I wouldn’t say we’re dating-” Ginny cuts you off, “What?” You splutter, “I-I mean, I fancy him like a lot, like a bloody lot. And ya sure we went to the Ball together, and he gives me all these looks supposedly, and we go to Hogsmeade together,” your voice rambles on until you pause, your eyes widening as you remember the event that was your goodbye at the station. “and then there was you know when he- well when I- we kissed.”

You stare, the only reminder that time still passes on from the distant sounds of Molly taking control of the kitchen and the stomps of feet going up and down the staircase.

That is until the tidal wave of Hermione’s and Ginny’s voices hit you, as they process your final words, “How can you two not be dating?” “When did this start?” “Actually, when did you even become friends?” “Tell us everything-” “YES. EVERYTHING.”

In the back of your mind, a voice- a distinctly deeper one than your own- resonated: did you really have to tell them?

[passionfruitmango]

You are offered a flower:

Do you accept?

>[yes]

[no thank you]

[furbyutopia]

Playing around 🪵🌲🌳

[kah-way-loh]

Taking apart my Canadian Wolf Furby and he has foam glued to his plastic shell??? I knew some could have that if they were an earlier run but this is my first time seeing it in person and it's so Weird

Also if I read his green sticker right he has a manufacturing date of January 1st 1999. He's 25 years old and I thiiiink my fourth oldest Furby!

Edit: I meant to save this to my drafts until I could get a good photo of him. Oops. Here's a quick one to tide you over

[Image description: a furless 1999 Furby is being held in my hand, with a blue-green cutting board in the background. He's facing to the right, which shows a thin yellow piece of foam glued on his side. Another piece can briefly be seen on his left. End ID.]

[the-silver-chronicles]

WIP Wednesday + My OC as... & What Faerie Court Does Your OC Belong To? & What Does Your Soul Look Like?

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One WIP, two quizzes and a sharing visual stuff of Silva with the My OC as.... Here's the "What Faerie Court does your OC belong to?" Quiz and the "What does Does Your Soul Look Like?" Quiz.

Here's the WIP of that unnamed "Arranged Marriage" AU, with Silva agonizing over her life so far (after a shower no less) as she waits for Faith to come back with a dreadful wedding dress. Snippet below:

[Silva's] head in gloved hands, she fought the urge to grab a fistful of dark hair and rip it out. To scream and curse... at what? God? Her father? Joseph and the prophets before him who were too cowardly and self-absorbed in their own dead delusions to even try not to fuck someone's life over for once?

Or would she curse herself? For agreeing to this arrangement, despite how much she hates it? For hurting others with her very presence, being forced to wander in their vision even after taking the lives of loved ones, whose blood has since been washed off, but not the scars and lesions that are scattered over her damaged hands, a reminder of the lives she took? Curse herself for not putting her own needs, her desires, her hopes and dreams before others, just as Kamski insisted she do?

Silva didn't know. She didn't know what to do anymore. It was far beyond what she initially knew. Far from what she was taught in the Minas. Eden's Gate wasn't like Father's battalions of Enforcers, cruel and deplorable in their mission, nor were they like the Apostles, teaching malevolence and hidden in shadows.

Eden's Gate had a mission, one with the best of intentions, but were spreading terror in their methods, even if they seemed a bit remorseful, which doesn't change the fact they have ruined lives indefinitely, nor excuse the recruitment of psychopaths like the Cook.

It was uncanny just how much qualities about the Project that she could despise and how much she could differentiate it from the likes of her father's Enforcers. It didn't make it any better that Joseph and John seemed genuine in their desire to have her as apart of the family, even when her gut argues that it's nothing more than a ploy, a deception, with her stomach coiling in agreement, the very reminder that she'd be married to Jacob in the coming weeks making her nauseous again.

Despite the personal cost of her freedom, she had to do it, especially if it meant peace for the Resistance and the freedom of Hudson and Pratt... and Burke as well she guessed. She could also breath a little easier with the knowledge that she had forced Joseph to acknowledge that this marriage was, at best, a tactical ploy for peace, more-or-less, and convinced him to give not only his word that Jacob would not try anything of harmful or sexual nature towards her, but also had him forbid his older brother as "the Father" from even thinking to do such acts, or else she would not agree to anything more.

Silva knew from experience that a profeta's word was as reliable as a rickety old bridge worn down from age, but if he backed out on any of the agreements, not only would he face backlash from herself and the Resistance, but most likely a few of his own people as well.

It still didn't change the fact she was a prisoner here both presently and with the reminders of how guilty her own conscience really is.

She gave the Resistance a standing chance for freedom, however that is going, even if it meant she was restricted in her own.

Jannah, Elsa would be so disappointed in me. Worse then disappointed probably. She'd return from the ashes if she could, and then go on to berate Silva of not only her martyr tendencies, but also give her an earful for all the times Silva had told Elsa to keep track of her own well-being while being mindful of others.

How hypocritical of me.

Does that make me closer to Father than it does Paul now?

Silva wasn't sure how to answer that, but she couldn't blink the welling tears away, no matter how much ferocity she put in.

Here I am... on a bed in Faith's Gate... a prison in all but name, surrounded by people I have hurt in more ways than one... crying to myself... as I can do nothing for my friends and neighbours who I can't even communicate with, no less hear from... all the while I'm waiting on Faith to get me whatever wretched wedding dress the Seeds had stolen to have me wear... while in nothing but my undergarments and the thinnest bathrobe.

It may not be as rock bottom as walking in a blizzard barefoot in a shitty dress at 10-years-old while Enforcers searched for her across the bridge to the Minas, or sailing on a boat with little supplies, taking care of an infant barely two weeks old, and tending to an injured hermana after escaping a successful massacre on the one community she thought truly understood her. Nor was it like the day she returned to the county, into her resident home, without her hija in hand to carry to bed, and as if to kick her further, find out the legacy Elsa wanted to leave behind in the form of her floristry had been stolen away during Silva's absence. But it was still suffocating, and she couldn't help but mourn for the normalcy she almost regained.

Here's the results for the "What Faerie Court Does Your OC Belong To?" Quiz.

Elsa Omar (Far Cry The Silver Chronicles, The Harbinger's Salvation AU)

Yeah this describes Elsa. She generally doesn't take in account the feelings of others in canon nor in this AU. Elsa is very selfish, and only cares for the people closest in her family circle (mainly Silva, Persephone, & Ezekiel + Azriel and Mercy if she got to meet them), everyone else is a pawn to use and abuse for whatever means necessary, especially in The Harbinger's Salvation AU, where her older sister is under the control of the Apostles of Zachariah. Elsa is narcissistic and vain, as well as a compulsive liar to majority of people to boot. She has no problem enacting on every vice (smoking, drinking, screwing, etc) without shame, even if it is detrimental to her overall health and social apathy. Credit where credit is due, she's achieved sleeping with nearly everyone in the county, something even Adelaide hadn't achieved. But its the fact she's careless of everyone's feelings and also gives zero fucks about looking through peoples things to see what she can use for blackmail. She's absolutely NOT a good person, it just happens to be that her goals are either beneficial to others (her work with the Resistance in the AU even if she's not in it for their fight but more so her sisters' safety, having gathered enough evidence of Eden's Gate' crimes to send Joseph to prison for life to protect Silva and Persephone, etc) or even she has morals or ideals she wouldn't cross/adopt (absolutely knows for certain that Adam's Guard is not safe nor should be left to exist, wouldn't join the Apostles because of their habits to bring terror and death to others, and wouldn't join Eden's Gate because they restrict peoples' freedoms in what they want to do for their lives besides devote it to God which would be a very unhappy place for Silva and Azriel, etc) even if those are because it goes against her self-interests. Elsa is willing to take massive risks, which though can be dangerous, she's always confident of the rewards it brings. And just because her bones are brittle doesn't mean she's not willing to go down rough and dirty to win.

Now for the "What does your soul look like?" Quiz.

Azriel (Far Cry The Silver Chronicles, Wings And Horns original work)

I mean this pretty much describes Azriel. Neglected by her parents and then was almost killed by them as they tried to sacrifice her to prove themselves worthy of staying in Eden's Gate, was always shunned for her interests in technology and invention from within the project did not help her mentally. Nor did the isolation. Afraid everyone is out to get her, this 9-year-old puts up a ferocious front in order to at least look the part of scary. Which offputs people from her or undermine her with sympathy she doesn't understand nor want. She feels as if no one wants her, nor do they want to understand her, choosing how she should live her life. Well, at least until she meets Silva in a chance encounter that changes the fate of the county and Silva's role in the Reaping and the Collapse. The first time the Voice felt fear that day. And it wouldn't be the last time either.

Now for the "My OC as..." stuff. I tried to find a faceclaim that I thought was true to Silva. (RANT: I had to go to f***ing Quora for this. And I hate Quora with a burning passion. I still receive their emails to this day. No I don't want to know how to make a Spinach cake, I'm not interested in the quantum physics of a blackhole and no I don't want to be involved in the debate on whether its criminal to leave the toilet seat up, IT IS, debate over!). Anyway Silva's current faceclaim for the time being (or indefinite if I feel that "do you know what, this person is right for Silva") is actress Mina El Hammani. In order to use and create this template I used this trustworthy meme generator, who never disappoints me (unlike Quora).

Maybe I should make one of Paul one day. That would be interesting dissecting him like this.

[mydictionary-yume]

Would it be too cringe to selfship with an arcade game character