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A/N: Shorty something for Fresh Pickled Toad!
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“Oi! Potter! Elbows in.”
Harry startles and nearly drops the broom clenched between his thighs, but he complies with the barked order. He fights the urge to swipe at the sweat working its way down his face in salty rivulets. “Yes Captain.”
A scoff sounds from somewhere over his shoulder, but no more instructions are leveled his way so it feels like a win and he tosses the weighted quaffle directly from his chest to Lee who winks and throws it right back. Captains with brooms up their arses are a staple in quidditch.
“Alright, drop ‘em!”
Groans sound from around the pitch as the rag tag bunch sinks down toward the grass. They all start lurching toward the locker rooms like a hulking mass of undead witches and wizards, rather than a team of wizarding ‘celebrities’ who’ve played quidditch on some level at some point in their lives.
Lee comes up alongside Harry and claps a hand on his shoulder, the other holding a practice quaffle against his hip. “Rough one eh? It’s like she forgot that I hold the people in the palm of my hand.”
Harry snorts and drags his arm across his forehead.
“Don’t guffaw, I have their ear! I can make or break anyone on this field. I am beloved by the public.”
“Not arguing the point, Lee. You’re nothing if not capable of self-promotion,” Harry laughs, ducking away when Lee takes a swipe at him, “My point is, today made it pretty clear that she can make or break anyone on this field in a much more painful, physical way.”
“You have no vision, Potter.”
“He’s just smarter than you, Jordan,” a new voice joins the conversation and even underneath the smell of grass and sweat and fresh paint around the stadium, he gets a whiff of her flowery scent.
Lee stiffens, comedically ‘at attention’ as he twists to face Ginny. “Captain.”
“Jordan?” Ginny eyes him head to toe and back.
“Yes?”
Quicker than should be possible, she darts forward, grabs the quaffle, and tosses it in the opposite direction from the changing rooms with all the force a professional player can pack.
“You suck.”
Ginny snorts, “Do I hear a request for bleacher runs tomorrow?”
Lee jogs off toward the quaffle, chuckling as he calls over his shoulder, “Drunk with power doesn’t look good on you, Weasley.”
Ginny flips him off while Harry murmurs, “I dunno, it seems pretty hot to me.”
“I know it does,” Ginny winks and throws her arm around Harry’s neck. “The second most motivating factor in today’s practice.”
“Captaining the winning team at a charity tournament is clearly the first,” Harry says, voice weighty with sarcasm as they pause at the entrance to the lockers.
“Obviously,” Ginny agrees, eyeing him up and down in a much more lingering fashion than with Lee, “But I’ll see you for a one-on-one cool down.”
#blarg writes things#blarg writes fresh pickled toad#hinny#harry x ginny#Harry Potter x ginny weasley#hinny fic#fic#fresh pickled toad#lee jordan#lee
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You're so right... why the hell DID the locket say "I have seen your heart, and it is mine." ??? Deeply insane thing for Voldemort to be saying to Ron!
ron's clearly not the only one who's been flicking through twelve fail-safe ways to charm witches.
#asks answered#also delighted that the locket horcrux has so much more rizz than the diary one#no “his eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad” nonsense here
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Harry crouched down so that Albus’s face was slightly above his own. Alone of Harry’s three children, Albus had inherited Lily’s eyes. | Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Epilogue.
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romance strategies by ginny weasley (according to harry potter books)
write future boyfriend a singing get well soon card that doesn’t shut up unless kept under a fruit bowl
blush so much in his presence that your face glows like a setting sun
send future boyfriend a valentine’s day poem likening his eyes to a fresh pickled toad
romance strategies by harry potter (according to harry potter books)
get six bludgers to the head in one practise because you can’t stop staring at future girlfriend
imagine scenarios of future girlfriend crying over your injured body and confessing undying love for you
not notice future girlfriend until she’s older, moved on and in a relationship
#inspired by @prongsmydeer#bless#jily#hinny#harry x ginny#ginny weasley#brilliant post#harry potter#hp#book ginny
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*Ginny possessed by Tom Riddle*:
His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad,
His hair is as dark as a blackboard.
I wish he was mine, he's really divine,
The hero who conquered the Dark Lord.
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A short Hinny one shot cause I’ve been obsessed with @blvnk-art and the way they draw the pairing. Their Harry and Ginny are beautifully portrayed, so realistic and full of life, and with more chemistry than in the seven movies together. Go look them up, you’ll love their drawings.
“Race you to the Whomping Willow Potter”
“Your ruin Weasley”
Ginny sets off towards the stairs, dropping her bag and spilling all her books over the floor.
“Oi, what about your things!?��
She barely glances at me, continuing to run like a bloody maniac, but I see a hint of a smirk before a wave of red hair hides her face. I chase after her, ignoring the protests and surprised yelps of students walking in the halls as we rush through them.
“It’s a shame you’re still the Quidditch team’s Captain! You’re bloody slow Potter!”
I scoff, skipping the steps of the stairs two by two. I’d answer her, but I’m running low on energy as it is. Fuck, I do need to train more.
Her black robe billows after her, blazing long hair flying against the air coming in from the courtyard as she continues running. The startling blue sky blinds me for a few seconds, and I put a hand against my forehead to protect me against the light. The grass dances with the breeze, emerald green reflecting the rays of sun. My breath is coming in short gasps, but I don’t stop, stubbornly chasing after the sneaky little minx.
She’s ten feet away, sprinting towards the Quidditch Pitch as fast as she’s on air, laughing with mirth. I close the distance between us, five feet, three feet away until she’s at reach.
“Hah, got you”
She wriggles against my arms, groaning when I just tighten them against her waist. “It was a race, not a dare to catch me you idiot”
I laugh in the crook of her neck, smelling her coconut body wash and a hint of something sweet. Maybe a new perfume?
Her skin is smooth as a baby, and I unashamedly rub my nose against it. Ginny elbows my ribs and I let go with a startled yelp.
“You were enjoying that too much Potter”
The corners of her lips curl in a teasing smile, and for a moment I’m struck speechless by how beautiful she is. I’d been so blind, focusing on my best friend’s little sister to realize how fucking stunning she’d become on her own right. Brilliant, harsh and aggressively beautiful, Ginny Weasley was a force of nature.
“Well, you are my girlfriend after all”
She snorts and continues walking backwards, never taking her eyes off me. She has pretty eyes, I realize, almond shaped and a beautiful shade of brown.
The sun illuminates her skin, a jumble of red freckles covering the bridge of her nose and a bit of her cheeks.
“Not if you continue being that slow no, I can’t have my boyfriend embarrass me in front of the whole school”
I smirk with malice, happy to bring her down a peg or two. “Something you’d know about, Miss Eyes Green as Fresh Pickles Toads”
That makes her stumble, and I take the chance to close the gap between us and wrap a hand around her neck, warm with embarrassment under my fingers. Her lips are soft, and all that attitude vanishes in a second as she sighs against my lips, curling her hands around the lapels of my uniform. The low murmur of students chattering inside the castle reaches my ears, the cheerful tune of birds chirping and the rustling of leaves in the border of the Forbidden Forest.
I feel Ginny’s lips curve in a smile and I can’t help smiling back, even as we break apart and I rest my forehead against hers, breaths mingling together.
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“You should probably tell Weasel his wife’s madly in love with you,” he suggested. “Gryffindor chivalry and everything. Though trying to woo her husband’s best friend is rather Slytherin of her; I’m impressed.” “Don’t call Ron that,” said Potter automatically, and then, darkly, “and I would if he hadn’t written me a sonnet this morning.” Draco leaned forward, fascinated. “He doesn’t even work here—how’d he do that so fast?” he asked, then:“Wait, no, answer this first. Was it any good?” He paused, stroking his chin thoughtfully. “I always thought he might have a talent for something artsy, you know. He seems like the type. I would’ve told him, but my undying hatred of your ilk took precedence; I’m sure you understand.”
“Regardless, the Weaslette—fine, Ginny—loved you. A lot, if I remember. Poem-writing love.” He paused. “D’you think it might run in the family?” “Malfoy.” “A family of poets,” said Draco dreamily, “awakened by their united love for—what was it she said? Eyes as green as a fresh pickled toad. Oh, it would be so beautiful it’d almost make up for the hair.” “Malfoy,” Potter said again, though his mouth was twitching into a smile.
from By Any Other Name by dracognition
#hp#quality fic#drarry#hpdm#feat. Draco being Reformed and Good-Hearted and Almost-Noble-ish#also feat. the irresistible animal magnetism of one Harry James Potter
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just a line in a song by @starlingflight
Keep a fan and a cool glass of water nearby when you read this one, you're gonna need it.
Prompt: In Public
Summary: When Ginny meets her celebrity crush, Harry's eyes aren't the only thing as green as a fresh pickled toad.
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One hundred thousand percent
Oh, Draco definitely wrote the Valentine's poem in Chamber of Secrets!
Who do we know who stays up all night workshopping poems and songs about his enemies (*cough cough* "enemies" *cough*)
That's right, Draco! Weasley is our King didn't come out of nowhere.
You know who doesn't stay up late into the night composing sonnets about Harry? Ginny.
So why does she get embarrassed you may ask. Well, she's having blackouts. She's told Tom all about her crush on Harry. Maybe she thinks she did write the poem and can't remember.
NOT TO MENTION. Most people don't call Voldemort 'The Dark Lord,' as Harry so rightly points out to Snape in OOTP. Y'know who does call him that? That's right, the Malfoys.
Harry then humiliates Draco so Draco immediately turns and blames Ginny for the poem. Which like? If it was her how would he even know that? We know Ginny has a crush on Harry because he spent time at the Burrow and Ron is his best friend. How would Draco know that? Except, oh yeah, of course he has a mental list of all the students at Hogwarts with a crush on Harry, they're his competition.
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More Dron *giggles evily*! There is simply no hetero way to explain "Weasley is our king". Why tf would you write that weird song about your enemy? It had like 3 verses?! And Draco didn't even have to write it down...
it left lord voldemort ginny's masterpiece "his eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad" in the dust, i fear.
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Prompt 21: Fresh
Writing at the pace my life permits, have prompt 21 real late, @hinnymicrofic
He’s decidedly an idiot, and a blind one at that.
How in the bloody fuck had it taken him this long to notice? She’s attractive in an obvious, you’re-a-prat-for-not-seeing-it sort of way, to the point that he’s beginning to question his sanity.
They’re at lunch, and the beaming sunlight catches her shiny hair, and he’s staring. They’re at Quidditch and she’s arching her back to urge her broom faster, and the only thing that causes him to look away is the bludger that strikes his chest. They’re in the common room, and she’s laughing heartily with Demelza, and he decides right then and there that he’s gone.
Because he catches himelf thinking fuck, she’s beautiful, subconsciously plotting how he might make her laugh like that at practice later, and he’s a ponce and an idiot and he should be committed to St. Mungos for evaluation because how could he have gone this long without seeing it?
She’s Ron sister, only he can’t tell anymore whether that’s a respectful boundary, a weak defense, or a pitiful excuse.
Their practice is miserable, or would be if she weren’t there. The rain is falling in sheets, soaking them all to the bone, and Harry calls it early.
As they’re walking back to the locker room, Ginny walks next to him. She snatches his glasses from his face, and he’s on fire despite the cold.
“How in the hell do you see in the rain with these?” she demands.
“Impervious Charm.”
“Ha!” she says. “That’s cheating, captain.”
He can’t see anything at all, but he knows she looks adorable as the blurry shape of her dons his specs.
“We’ve got to practice in all conditions!” she says, and he realizes with a jolt that she’s nailed his Surrey accent. “I don’t care if you’ve got to swim to the goal posts!”
He laughs, as do Katie and Jimmy Peakes.
She abandons his accent as she says, “Blimey, you’re blind, aren’t you?”
He nearly chokes - yes, so fucking blind - but manages to pass it off as a laugh. “I prefer visually impaired.”
“A Seeker with shit eyes. Who made you captain of this team, anyway?”
“Excuse me,” he says, pretending to be affronted. “I’ve got eyes as green as a fresh pickled toad.”
He doesn’t know what compelled him to say it; he’s never once alluded to the poem she’d written about him when she was eleven. He panics internally that he’s gone and stuck his foot in it.
Instead, she lets out a surprised bark of laughter, and he laments that he can’t see her expression with his shit pickled eyes. “Hey, I still stand by that, by the way,” she says, unfazed. “They’re very green.”
“Very green and very shit. Got it.”
She laughs and hands back his glasses. He puts them back on and can see her once again, hair dripping wet, Quidditch robes plastered against her, and something like a rosy blush coloring her cheeks. Perhaps not as unfazed as she sounded, but utterly, devastatingly fit all the same.
Yeah, he thinks. Very, very shit eyes.
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@hinnymicrofic prompt 22: Gift
Harry watched as the kids opened their gifts with wide eyes and laughter, ripping apart the wrapping paper. No matter how many times they told them to be careful, ripping things was their favourite thing to do.
When Lily opened the last gift that was for her, Ginny gave Harry his gift.
“Gin, you already got me a gift, what’s this?” He said, smiling.
Ginny smirked. “Just open it.”
Harry did and he saw that she had given him chocolate hearts. However, there a little note on the front.
His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad
His hair is as dark as a blackboard
I’m so glad he’s mine, he’s very divine
The hero who I chose
Harry laughed and turned to her. “This is the best thing ever.” He kissed her and could feel her smiling.
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Nobody leaves Ginny in the WIP folder corner
Guys, @ginnyw-potter just gave me the details on her Hinny Dirty Dancing AU idea and when I tell you that you need it, that's an understatement.
I told her I'd start a petition to make it happen, and she said I wouldn't (as we all know, it is unwise to dare a Ginny Stan) so if you need a Dirty Dancing AU (you do), like or reblog this post.
We are not above peer pressure at starlingflight.org
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Not Flirting At All
Happy Birthday @ginnyw-potter !!!!! Here's some fluff for your Fluff O'Clock Challenge!
He’d tell himself later it wasn’t flirting.
She had a boyfriend.
His mate Dean.
Wanker.
He’d tell himself he was just distracting his overworked, exhausted teammate during her OWL year.
She had circles under her eyes.
His best friend’s sister.
“Alright,” Harry said, reaching over and taking Ginny’s spare quill out from behind her ear. He didn’t mean to, but his finger brushed against the strand of hair that had escaped the twist in the back.
His hand flexed. He would think about how silky it had felt later. Trying to salvage the moment, he lifted a piece of her parchment from in front of her and dipped his quill into her ink. “Fair warning, I’m not as good at this as you.”
“Good at what? What are you talking about?”
“Poetry,” he scoffed. “What did you think I meant?”
“Uh, well, so many things to choose from,” Ginny mused, happily putting aside her work in favor of her preferred activity, verbal one-upmanship with a side of snark. “Quidditch, baking, pranking, hexing.”
“I’m good at hexing.”
“You’re good at dueling,” Ginny grinned. “There’s a difference.”
“Alright, game on.” He returned her grin, before snapping back to his game face. “I am going to prove I’m a better poet than you.”
A burst of a laugh escaped Ginny’s throat, husky and strong. “Not too difficult. I don’t think anyone would have called any nonsense I pen ‘good.’”
Her laugh made him want to grin again, but OWL-distracting banter was on the menu, so he shrugged instead. “Please. Stop fishing for compliments.”
“I wasn’t!”
“Oh, yes you were. As if anyone could deny the brilliance of getting their eyes compared to fresh pickled toads.”
Ginny sighed and stared up at the ceiling. “You remembered.”
“Of course I remember,” he replied, eyes still on paper. Then, he frowned, stared at her a moment, and began to write. “Her hair flames as bright as a fire crab’s bum-“
Ginny giggled and Harry’s gaze shot up from his parchment at the rare sound. Ginny Weasley laughed, Ginny Weasley chuckled, Ginny Weasley threw back her head in unabashed joy. He didn’t know whether he had ever heard her giggle.
He wanted to hear it again. “Or, should it be arse, instead of bum? ‘Her hair flames as bright as a fire crab’s arse’?”
“Are you asking me the connotative differences between arse and bum?”
“Well,” Harry shrugged. “It’s my first poem. Bum sounds like something you sit on, but arse somehow sounds flamier.”
“Also bigger, though.” She giggled again, and Harry felt like he’d won the Quidditch cup.
“Hmmm… hadn’t thought about that. You’re right. Her hair flames as bright as a fire crab’s bum.”
She leaned over to watch the words on his parchment. Her freckled nose all crinkled up in the most adorable way, her brown eyes were… the words came out of his mouth while his quill hovered over the page. “Her eyes are like melted milk chocolate.”
“Oh no,” Ginny shook her head in mock sadness. “I think you may have rhymed yourself into a corner there.”
“Oh ye of little faith.”
“Alright,” she sighed. “If you insist. I do appreciate you not picking something like mud or poo.”
“Well, I think toilet humor is overrated and there’s already something about an arse in here.”
“Bum.”
“Whatever.” He grinned at her. “You going to keep distracting me, or do you want me to finish?”
“Oh,” Ginny sat back with a relaxed smile, crossing her arms. “Sorry to interrupt your art. Do continue.”
Harry had a sudden vision, Ginny Weasley, pajamas. Mugs of steaming morning tea. Slow, “glad you’re awake” kisses.
What did she taste…
Realizing he was staring at her lips, he ripped his gaze away from her mouth. Do not write about her lips.
How soft they looked. How they had a peachy-pink rightness to them that other girls didn’t have.
Focus on something else. Something not sexy.
Except everything about her was sexy.
Except her boyfriend, he reminded himself.
She had a boyfriend.
His mate Dean.
Wanker.
His pen started scratching on the parchment furiously. “She can hurl gnomes, and write silly poems- “
“Silly?” Ginny sat up, offended.
“Did I say ‘silly’?” Harry dipped his quill back in the ink. “I meant ‘brilliant’. She can hurl gnomes, and write brilliant poems-“
“That’s much better,” she grinned. “But now you’re face-to-face with your chocolate rhyme.”
“I can do it,” he narrowed his eyes at her, competitive spirit rising.
“Sure you can,” she said, with a sarcastic eyeroll.
“Chocolate, chocolate,” he muttered, tapping his quill on the parchment. “Chocolate, gnomes, poems-“
“You’re cracking under the pressure.”
“Am not.”
“You’re crumbling.”
“From her friend, who she likes to mock a lot.”
Ginny blinked. “You’re rhyming chocolate with mock a lot?”
“It sort of rhymes.”
“No it doesn’t!” She laughed. “It doesn’t at all.”
“It does if you sort of, y’know, mush your mouth on chocolate, like you’re French, or something.” He made a funny pinching move towards his mouth and was rewarded with another ring of her laughter. “Make that oh really an ‘ooooohhhhhh.’ Choc-o-loooooot.”
“That’s reaching, Harry.”
“Well,” he shrugged, folding up the parchment. “If you don’t want it…”
“No!!!” She sprang up, reached across the table, and snatched the parchment out of his hand. “I want it! I definitely want it.”
She unfolded the parchment and stared at it a moment, her smile softening to something Harry thought was achingly beautiful. Then, she held the parchment to her chest, and grinned at him over the top of it. “Thank you. All my childhood wounds are now healed,” she said with mock self-deprecation.
“My pleasure,” Harry said softly, wishing she had more dragons for him to slay.
OWL-shaped, or otherwise.
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Fae Farm; A Basic Guide
POSSIBLE SPOILERS
THIS WILL BE UPDATED AS I HAVE TIME
Friend-able Characters
Eddy
Alaric
Cleo
Frida
Merritt
Drak
Wisp Mother
Oorlich
Zido
Igni
The Marquis
Bjorn
Kasper
Miles
Rita
Romance-able Characters
Argyle
Gifts: Blob Globs, Bug Juice, Bullfrog, Common Toad, Ecto Dew, Fae Dust, Flutter Dust, Frog Sweat, Nectar, Rainbow Frog
Pepper
Gifts: Berry Jam, Cheese, Clay Brick, Cotton Fabric, Fish Jerky, Flour, Fruit Preserves, Mushroom Jerky, Nut Butter, Pickled Greens, Pickled Roots, Pickled Shellfish, Pickled Veggies, Stone Brick, Wool Fabric
Galan
Gifts: Azure Spud, Baked Mac and Cheese, Charred Fish, Chili Pepper, Crystal Pepper, Deep-sea Delight, Flame Heart, Frost Beet, Grilled Mushroom, Magic Bean, Mystic Macarons, Scrambled Eggs with Fruit Salsa, Seafood Spaghetti, Twilight Salad
Jack
Gifts: Brown Snail, Candied Fruit, Deluxe Fruit Tart, Fruit Pies, Fruit Salad, Flutterwood Lumber, Grilled Fruit, Oak Lumber, Sporewood Lumber
Nhamashal
Gifts: Copper Ingot, Feyrite Ingot, Iron Ingot, Polished Amethyst, Polished Aquamarine, Polished Citrine, Polished Emerald, Polished Peridot, Polished Rose Quartz, Polished Sapphire, Polished Topaz, Silver Ingot
Pyria
Gifts: Berry Tea, Black Hyacinth, Black Lily, Black Rose, Black Zinnia, Blossom Brew, Fae Fairy, Gloom Shade, Milk Tea, Myst Fairy, Willow Wisp
Backpack Upgrades (Skye, Supplies and Sundry)
500 Florins
2,500 Florins
8,000 Florins
Home Upgrades
Starting Home
2,00 Florins , 25 Copper Ore, 25 Beech Log
4,000 Florins, 25 Iron Ore, 25 Oak Log
6,000 Florins, 3 Copper Ingot, 3 Beech Lumber
8,000 Florins, 3 Iron Ingot, 3 Oak Lumber
10,000 Florins, 15 Feyrite Ore, 15 Flutterwood Log
Hazy Haven
4,000 Florins, 3 Copper Ingot, 3 Beech Lumber
6,000 Florins, 3 Iron Ingot, 3 Oak Lumber
8,000 Florins, 2 Feyrite Ingot, 2 Flutterwood Lumber
10,000 Florins, 15 Silver Ore, 15 Sporewood Log
15,000 Florins, 3 Silver Ingot, 3 Sporewood Lumber
Fae Acres
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Produce Stand
2,000 Florins
7,000 Florins
Tool Upgrades (All Tools)
Copper: 200 Florins, 1 Ingot
Iron: 500 Florins, 2 Ingot
Feyrite: 1,500 Florins, 3 Ingot
Silver: 2,500 Florins, 4 Ingot
Orichalcum: 3,500 Florins, 5 Ignot
Critter Net
Sturdy Critter Net: 1,000 Florins, Critter Catching Level 3, Critter Net
Advanced Critter Net: 2,500 Florins, Critter Catching Level 5, Sturdy Net
Master Critter Net: 5,000 Florins, Critter Catching Level 7, Advanced Net
Fishing Rod
Sturdy Rod: 1,000 Florins, Fishing Level 3, Basic Rod
Advanced Rod: 2,500 Florins, Fishing Level 5, Sturdy Rod
Master Rod: 5,000 Florins, Fishing Level 7, Advanced Rod
Animals (Coop and Barn must be unlocked before you can buy.)
Coop
Chickoo: 200 Florins
Cottontail: 200 Florins
Coop Trough Upgrade: 1,500 Florins
Barn
Mamoo: 300 Florins
Woolyhorn: 300 Florins
Barn Trough Upgrade: 1,500 Florins
Merchants
Fresh Out Of The Oven (Dominic)
Flour: 85 Florins
Butter: 35 Florins
Holly’s Seed Shop (Holly)
Turnip Seeds: 5 Florins
Cauliflower Seeds: 6 Florins
Bean Seeds: 12 Florins
Potato Seeds: 10 Florins, Farming Level 10
Corn Seeds: 15 Florins, Farming Level 15
Pepper Seeds: 20 Florins, Farming Level 20
Bounteous Fertilizer: 35 Florins, Farming Level 3
Zippy Fertilizer: 35 Florins, Farming Level 3
Magic Crop Swap Fertilizer: 50 Florins, Farming Level 3
Daisy Print Wallpaper: 100 Florins, 1 Paper, 1 Beech Lumber
Caramel Checkered Flooring: 100 Florins, 10 Clay, 1 Polished Topaz
Dry Bamboo Flooring: 100 Florins, 5 Sugarcane
Treemendous Trees (Willow)
All Fruit Saplings: 450 Florins
Beech Sapling: 20 Florins
Oak Sapling: 30 Florins
Fruit Wallpaper: 100 Florins, 1 Paper, 10 Chopped Fruit
Grass Flooring: 100 Florins, 50 Plant Fibers
Fresh Bamboo Flooring: 100 Florins, 5 Sugarcane
Supplies and Sundry (Skye)
Backpack Upgrades: ^^^^
Masonry Wallpaper: 100 Florins, 1 Paper, 10 Clay Brick
Cream Hardwood Flooring: 100 Florins, 5 Beech Lumber
Orange Brick Flooring: 100 Florins, 5 Clay Brick
Deep Azure Hardwood Flooring: 100 Florins, 5 Oak Lumber
Smokey Hardwood Flooring: 100 Florins, 5 Oak Lumber
Robin’s Egg Hardwood Flooring: 100 Florins, 5 Frostwood Lumber
Vermilion Hardwood Flooring: 100 Florins, 5 Ancient Lumber
Nautical Flooring: 100 Florins, 5 Sporewood Lumber
Fish Shelf: 200 Florins, 1 Small Empty Shelf
Tea Shelf: 200 Florins, 1 Small Empty Shelf
Pantry Shelf: 200 Florins, 1 Small Empty Shelf
Bag Hook: 100 Florins
Wall Clock: 300 Florins, 1 Copper Ingot, 1 Beech Lumber
Fishing Gear: 100 Florins, 5 Rope
Glass Bulbs: 100 Florins, 1 Rope, 1 Glass
Simple Ladder: 100 Florins, 1 Rope, 6 Oak Log
Wall Scroll: 100 Florin, 1 Paper, 1 Oak Log
Wonderful Wearables (Millie)
Charles’ Comfy Creations (Charles)
Emily’s Eccentric Extras (Emily)
Rose and Shine Flower Seeds (Rosalind)
House of Healing (Vera)
Millions of Bees (Mel)
Merchants’ Guild Shop (Pearl)
Comfy Critter Inn (Kasper)
Haute Cuisine (August)
Job Quests (You can only have ONE job quest active at a time)
THIS WILL BE UPDATED AS I COMPLETE THEM
Growing Goals - Holly (10 Total)
Harvest 30 Vegetables in one day.
Make florins selling 40 vegetables in one day.
Harvest 12 seasonal vegetables.
Use Zippy Fertilizer 12 times.
Harvest 12 potatoes.
Craft 12 pickled vegetables.
Harvest 12 Fae Crops.
Craft 12 Fae Seeds.
Make florins selling 48 Fae vegetables in one day.
Harvest 12 seasonal grains.
Reward: Farmer Outfit
Wings
Mystic Wings: 1 Polished Garnet, 10 Magenta Trillium, 10 Flutter Dust
Violet Wings: 1 Polished Amethyst, 10 Magenta Zinnia, 10 Flutter Dust
Butterfly Wings: 1 Polished Aquamarine, 10 ???, 10 Flutter Dust
Dragonfly Wings: 1 Polished Peridot, 10???, 10 Flutter Dust
Fae Wings: 1 Polished Rose Quarts, 10???, 10 Flutter Dust
Dark Wings: 1???, 10 Black Tulip, 10 Flutter Dust
Feathered Wings: 1???, 10???, 10 Flutter Dust
Violet Wings: 1 Polished Amethyst, 10???, 10 Flutter Dust
Silver Wings – 1???, 10???, 10 Flutter Dust
Color Palletes
Soft Yellow: 100 Florins, 30 Sand Dollar, 30 Yellow Tulip
Soft Orange: 100 Florins, 30 Ammonite, 15 Orange Rose
Soft Pink: 100 Florins, 30 Coral, 15 Pink Lily
Soft Teal: 100 Florins, 30 Oyster, 15 White Tulip
Vibrant Sepia: 500 Florins, ???, 30 Small Honeycomb
Vibrant Yellow: 1,000 Florins, ???, 30 Small Honeycomb
Vibrant Ochre: 500 Florins, ???, 30 Small Honeycomb
Vibrant Azure: 5,000 Florins, ???, 30 Blue Hyacinth
Vibrant Pink: 5k gold, 3 Polished Rose Quartz, 30 Pink Hyacinth
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au in which tom amd harry grow up together and toms reaction to a member of his inner circle expressing interest in 'the sweet, beautiful boy with the malachite eyes'
Fandom: HP Ship: Tomarry TAGS: pre-Tomarry, Drama, Humor, AU, Knights of Walpurgis.
~.O.~
In all his years at Hogwarts, Tom Riddle had only been challenged once. And that single time only happened one because he deliberately set the record straight and suitably terrified everyone into behaving thenceforth.
By his side through all of this, was his companion Harry. Everyone knew that Harry was Tom's. While not exactly sure what he exactly was to Tom, it was clear that be belonged to Tom and no one was allowed to touch him. In any way. And the same could be said in return about Tom himself.
They'd grown up together as The Freaks of their orphanage. Had to watch over each other because the other children were nasty little things. Tom often had to come to Harry's rescue... once he'd realized how Harry was different from the others. Seeing Harry doing magic as well and speaking to snakes too, had been enough to solidify Tom's obsession.
Harry Potter was for Tom Riddle only.
Everyone knew this.
Even all of the members of his Inncer Circles Knights knew this.
Yet somehow... the transfer student from Austria, and the newest Knight of Walpurgis, was not given The Talk.
It was obviously a mistake on someone's part because the moment those words left the teen's lips, four different Slytherins all stiffened in fear, and rushed to shush him.
"Anyone know how I can get on a first-name basis with the sweet, beautiful boy with the malachite eyes? He looks too good to pass up."
No other boy in the school had green eyes. Harry was literally it. And his eyes tended to attract a lot of attention. The poems he got every Valentine's Day were ridiculous. The Weasley girl even compared them to a 'fresh, pickled toad' one time.
To hear someone describe Harry in such a way, made Tom feel murderous. And the insinuation about Harry potentially being a good shag...
Draco and Abraxas Malfoy were shaking their heads, and Lucius was smart enough to pull the Austrian aside before Tom could, and properly educate him on the matter. Before he made any further mistakes.
To make a point, Tom stood from his place at the center of the Slytherin Table and sauntered his way on over to the Gryffindor Table, where Harry sat with his foolish, little lion friends. Harry's face brightened upon seeing him, and he shifted to give Tom room to sit down beside him.
"You look like you're planning a murder," Harry noted, patting him on the head. "We can't afford that kind of attention right now."
Ronald Weasley gaped unattractively, his egg falling out of his mouth in the process.
Hermione Granger, the much less embarrassing of Harry's friends, sighed. "Please no world-conquering while at the table?"
"No promises," Tom murmured, resting an arm around Harry's shoulders and sending a telling glare back to his own table when said Austrian floosy was watching with wide eyes.
Tom was certain the look on his faced screamed, OFF LIMITS. As it should.
He was just looking out for Harry. That was all.
There was nothing deeper than that going on.
~.O.~
A/N: Tom's in denial.
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