#poppy silva

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Come with me. - To see Poppy? Kirsten + Poppy

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Vigil - 1x06 || 2x06

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a little gift for my fellow silvacre fans

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Music Monday, WIP Wednesday & OC Picrews

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Got music for The Silver Chronicles, Life, Despair & Monsters and my Wings And Horns WIP, WIP snippets for The Silver Chronicles and Life, Despair & Monsters, plus picrews for an A Radioactive Calamity Of Love, Bombs & Gore OC, picrews include Christmas stockings, regular OC looks and 1880's aesthetic/design. Without further ado, listen and read below the cut:

Silva is defined by both "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger" and "still pretty traumatizing experience though". It's a balance that I'm trying my best in keeping steady, and I don't think I'm doing that bad of a job at. Even if we exclude the AUs (which Silva is just put into MORE situations), one thing is clear, Silva is tough. She survives. Her father, the Tumultite Massacre, the journey at sea till she and her small family make it to America, Paul and the Apostles of Zachariah, the hopelessness and grief she felt after Persephone's death, the Reaping and Eden's Gate, Adam's Guard, the Collapse and the five to seven years in that bunker with Faith and Azriel (in addition to Mercy), the 11-13 years spent on the surface of Montana post-Collapse, the Highwaymen and Paul's return. Silva living in itself is a massive blatant "Fuck You" to both her father and the Voice's efforts in trying to kill her (or at least make her suffer). Anyway, listen to Kelly Clarkson killing it below:

"You know the bed feels warmer Sleeping here alone You know I dream in color And do the things I want

You think you got the best of me Think you've had the last laugh Bet you think that everything good is gone Think you left me broken down Think that I'd come runnin' back Baby, you don't know me 'cause you're dead wrong

What doesn't kill you makes you stronger Stand a little taller Doesn't mean I'm lonely when I'm alone What doesn't kill you makes a fighter Footsteps even lighter Doesn't mean I'm over 'cause you're gone What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, stronger Just me, myself and I What doesn't kill you makes you stronger Stand a little taller Doesn't mean I'm lonely when I'm alone

You heard that I was starting over with someone new They told you I was moving on, over you

You didn't think that I'd come back I'd come back swinging You tried to break me, but you see

What doesn't kill you makes you stronger Stand a little taller Doesn't mean I'm lonely when I'm alone What doesn't kill you makes a fighter Footsteps even lighter Doesn't mean I'm over 'cause you're gone What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, stronger Just me, myself and I What doesn't kill you makes you stronger Stand a little taller Doesn't mean I'm lonely when I'm alone

Thanks to you, I got a new think started Thanks to you, I'm not the brokenhearted Thanks to you, I'm finally thinking 'bout me You know in the end, the day you left was just my beginning In the end

What doesn't kill you makes you stronger Stand a little taller Doesn't mean I'm lonely when I'm alone What doesn't kill you makes a fighter Footsteps even lighter Doesn't mean I'm over 'cause you're gone What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, stronger Just me, myself and I What doesn't kill you makes you stronger Stand a little taller Doesn't mean I'm lonely when I'm alone What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, stronger Just me, myself and I What doesn't kill you makes you stronger Stand a little taller Doesn't mean I'm lonely when I'm alone

When I'm alone."

Funny how this FNAF song can fit Poppy Playtime and this unnamed WIP I've made for it. Throughout the game and this WIP, Poppy encourages the protagonist to continue further down into the factory. Honestly not surprising she leads the protag of this WIP into Frederick Rosemary's industry of pure horror:

"What's the story in all this clutter Give me more than exotic butters! Some cryptic lines will be fine Keep your innards, and I'll keep mine She's pulling strings, but I'm trying To figure out what kinda puppet I've been Never gonna let her get under my skin!" "Heard of Frederick Rosemary*? You're gonna like him!

Can't help but feel like you belong here." "But I wanna leave, I just gotta leave." "You know that something's going wrong here." "And she's watching me, now she's onto me." "Come find out what's been going on here." "Has my progeny caught up to me?" "You know you're nothing but a pawn here." "Am I part of them? Are they/you part of me?"

[* Purple Guy, or William Afton from FNAF, doesn't exist in the Poppy Playtime universe, and in this WIP, Frederick is the major antagonist]

And lastly, a funky upbeat remix that hints towards what kind of past Xiang Ba'al, a sloth demon from the Sloth Ring of Hell, had in his youth and now in his adult life. Learn how he became such a great quick-draw that even gives Archangel Metatron trouble when fighting him:

"All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, outrun my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, faster than my bullet All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, outrun my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, faster than my bullet

Daddy's* got a quick hand He'll look around the room He won't tell you his plan He's got a rolled cigarette Hanging out his mouth He's a cowboy kid Yeah he found a six-shooter gun In his pa's** closet, in a box full of fun things I don't even know what But he's coming for you, yeah he's coming for you

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, outrun my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, faster than my bullet (Hit it!) All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, outrun my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, faster than my bullet

Faster than my bullet Faster than my bullet

Daddy works a long day He be coming home late, and he's coming home late And he's bringing me a surprise Cause dinner's in the kitchen and it's packed in ice I've waited for a long time Yeah the sleight of my hand is now a quick-pull trigger He reasons with his cigarette*** Then says "Your hair's on fire, you must've lost your wits, yeah?""

[*Name changed justified as it goes from Xiang's POV recalling his gangster father. **Xiang only ever recalls his father calling his own dad "pa". ***Xiang doesn't smoke but obviously his father does. Also a moment of "noticing your son has a natural hand for this weapon much like yourself, even if held back by hesitancy". Seeing himself in Xiang essentially and stoking the flames of curiosity with a tease to continue those damn familial/generational cycles, y'know?]

Here's some more Vengeful!Silva AU snippets where Jacob's gonna attempt to capture Silva after she makes a concerning number of head ways and nearly successful assassination attempts towards Joseph. He and Alexander's ambush gets intercepted by Silva's new guardian angel Margarett (whom she and Azriel have granted an additional... helpful augmentation):

Jacob lowered to his knees as he placed the barrel of his rifle onto the log they too cover behind.

Alexander and two of their Chosen caught up to him; his right-hand crawled up next to him, stationing his crossbow alongside Jacob's rifle. One Chosen took cover behind a tree stump to the right of the log, while the other stood hidden behind the foliage on Alexander's left.

Jacob lifted a hand up in an open palm to signal to his present men. They waited as he looked through his scope onto their target's location; the back of a small abandoned home, more like a cabin, that had belonged to one of his effective if stranger men. Dansky, he recalled Alexander mentioning.

They lost contact with him after overhearing what seemed to be a break-in.

Through his scope's lens, Jacob noted the window was blocked, leaving the only entrance way the door. A foolish decision, leaving them open for attack. He could hear no activity as well, leaving Jacob frowning.

Jacob glanced at Alexander beside him, catching the brunette's attention. He gestured to the other man's bag, which Alexander nodded in affirmation, unlatching the hood so Jacob could see the contents; some minor explosives, strong enough to remove the obstacle to the window.

Jacob shared a smirk with Alexander, giving an affirming nod. He began formulating the plan; two to the door, two to the window, destroy the window, move in through both at the same time. Hopefully they'd be able to take down the defector's bodyguard that Terry had described to them after they found the man.

Then they can take the "unruly child" back to her "Father", just as his brother requested.

Jacob huffed and shook his head, but this had been one of the few things Joseph remained adamant on.

As Alexander began to tweak the explosives so they'd be ready, Jacob looked towards the Chosen to his left and closed his hand into a fist, then pointing towards the direction of the door. He then turned to Chosen on his right for the same thing, but paused when the Chosen was inspecting something he found on the ground.

The Chosen looked toward Jacob, and handed him the small object.

On Jacob's scarred flesh, he could feel the bits of ash and dirt that covered the crushed paper roll. Jacob brought it up to his nose, inhaling the foul scent that mixed with the dry earth; a cigar. There was still a surviving warmth to it, meaning it was recently put out.

He glanced to the stump, and when looking at it, he took notice of the deep cuts ingrained into the wood. He looked down to the log, and realized it was the same color as the stump, and the serrated end of it had chunks split across it.

This is a set up.

Then he heard it. The stomping footsteps rushing up behind them.

Grabbing onto Alexander, he hoisted the surprised younger man over the log, barely hopping over it himself before a behemoth-sized woman in large ragged cloaks broke through the foliage and slashed across the log.

She managed to cut down the Chosen on the right, and before the Chosen had enough reaction time to aim his bow at her, she spun her staff, hitting him in the stomach with it before bringing her other weapon over his head.

Jacob and Alexander rolled down the short steepness, before they collected themselves. The bag of explosives had been left behind the log, same with Alexander's crossbow, but Jacob still had his rifle on hand.

The taller woman, older and more scarred than Jacob himself, glared down at them with her one amber eye, firmly thinly lined lips quirking up into a smirk once she recognized Jacob.

Jacob look down to the blade in her other hand, but realized it wasn't just a blade; where he expected to see flesh holding onto it, instead was a metal prosthetic that's wrist had an axe head attached to it.

With the window no longer an option, Jacob glanced to Alexander, cocking his head towards the cabin's doorway around the corner; the brunette would need to retrieve Silva himself.

Alexander glanced between Jacob and his leader's approaching opponent, flabbergasted but accepting the task.

With Alexander leaving just the two of them, Jacob's cold blue eyes narrowed into the hungry amber of his newest enemy.

Another WIP draft for the first of three Arcane: League of Legends fics I'll be working on, after gaining a better idea on what to do with this after the much needed second season to close things off. Below is a rough draft of the prologue where Silco visits pre-Singed's lab for anything useful to his cause against Piltover, especially with the proliferation of Shimmer. He finds a... peculiar and uncanny creation of the Doctor's just collecting dust and begging to be used:

The clicks of the mechanisms inside the door set off in one loud groan as the sounds echoed in the wet cave, the unlocked door to the Doctor's lab widening open.

Silco gestured his subordinates, Ran and Licker, to guard the front as he followed his companion inside, walking with a lazy sway as his good eye took in the state of the Doctor's laboratory.

It was vastly different from the one they were setting up at the aquarium; at least there, everything was clearer and more organized. Here, the Doctor's base of operations was a mess and far cruder; pages of paper spread out chaotically on tables, pinned to boards and across lines, vats of organs and other insides unrelated to another stocked on top or next to each other, as well as the preservation chamber that held a giant salamander like creature in stasis.

Silco couldn't remember what the Doctor named it, and frankly couldn't care; all it's use came from the component within it that allowed them to manufacture their newest weapon, Shimmer.

"You may browse if you wish," the Doctor told him, walking off towards one unorganized section of his lab, "Retrieving the last of my research shouldn't take long."

Silco grunted out a hum in acknowledgement as he looked around the laboratory.

Holding his hands behind his back, he surveyed all the illicit materials the Doctor had collected over the years. Besides the Shimmer research, there wasn't much inside the lab that could prove useful in their fight against Piltover and their independence for Zaun.

Most of the materials didn't even seem ready, making the Doctor's permission even more useless in hindsight.

Until something in the corner caught his glance.

It looked slouched over, non-organic. More mechanical than anything. It's figure was almost human like.

Another of the Doctor's pet projects? Silco wondered, curiosity sinking its teeth on his skin. He wandered closer towards the deactivated machination, cautious but hungry to know what it was.

Though it was slouched over and he was standing above it, the sheer height of the machine reached up to his chest. He noted that, were it standing, it would be taller than him. Its entire body was clearly designed to be feminine.

The metal features was dark and sleek, even if the welded material was jagged and sharp at the edges. The face was smooth, with various small streaming lines cascading down its features and body, unfilled like the Lanes when Enforcers made their presence known. Though the darkness of the metal made it hard to determine certain features unless closely inspected, like the closed mouth.

The inside of the eyes was nothing more than a dark abyss, though he took note of the frames that were barely visible inside the hollowness. Perhaps a mimicking irises.

The limbs were lean yet welded with a thick and muscular robustness near the thighs and biceps, although the half a chunk of the arms seemed to be missing. Silco wondered for a moment how fitting rapid-fire weapons would look on this creation.

The hair, if he could call it that, was like an anchor reel, with the "braids" being four chain-like appendages with curved blades at the end of them.

He looked long and hard at it, his mind trying to make heads and tails of what and why.

Although when it came to the Doctor, there also came the indifference of leaving those questions unanswered and the mercy of not knowing. Though the reason behind the creation of such a thing wasn't worth the headache, Silco did find himself still standing there, observing the deactivated and motionless being.

There was something about it that was... off to Silco. Naturally he'd expect that by now when working with the Doctor, but there was a personal intrigue too. The thing was uncanny. It looked familiar and unfamiliar. Like it's supposed to be alive and moving, not inactive and still. A disturbing distortion of something real, with morbid beauty attached to it's contradictory state; like sleeping, and yet dead.

"Beautiful, isn't she?"

Silco broke his focus away from the slouching hunk of junk, glancing to the Doctor, who'd quietly crept beside him. Silco glanced from his secret observer's face to the research documents held in a folder tucked closed to his chest.

"You can take her, if you wish..." the Doctor permitted, licking his lips while ignoring how Silco raised a brow towards him, "I have a variant of Shimmer that acts as fuel for certain technologies. It still needs to be worked on, but it should work for her."

Silco turned back to the humanoid machination before him, thinking.

"I know how much you fancy your monsters," the Doctor commented, as he made his way towards the laboratory door, leaving Silco to reach a decision.

A monster, huh? Silco pondered over the comment, his eye tracing up and down the unnaturally smoothness and roughness of the machine, how frightening it could be for an enforcer to face such a machination. With a few minor modifications... it doesn't sound half bad.

And lastly a few picrews for A Radioactive Calamity of Love, Bombs & Gore OC. That being the magnificent glory of Ress Bishop:

MARISSA "RESS" BISHOP

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I know it’s been mentioned before, but I really do love this for Amy and Poppy.

After the struggle of S1 and watching Amy try to survive her own personal hell while Poppy openly lobbied to live with her mother and embraced Kirsten immediately … for Poppy to now officially be a Silva too? My heart.

(Am I still angry at Morag and Gordon, however understandable ‘people grieve in different ways’ may be? Forever and always. :)

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[elitepoppy]

@picavecalyx

Wait -- did such tall people exist in the past? How far back had she been thrown back? The clothing made it so that Poppy couldn't think it was the stone age (no way that was possible), especially since the League Building was there when she got here. But....

"Ah, er....do you know what the date is?"

[sleepnowmychild]

Prayers and hymns to Hypnos:

Anytime I find one in a book or site about ancient texts, I save it for later use. So here’s what I’ve collected so far.

Orphic Hymn 85 to Hypnos (Greek hymns C3rd B.C. to 2nd A.D.) :
"To Hypnos, Fumigation from Poppies. Hypnos, king of Gods, and men of mortal birth, sovereign of all, sustained by mother earth; for thy dominion is supreme alone, over all extended, and by all things known. 'Tis thine all bodies with benignant mind in other bands than those of brass to bind. Tamer of cares, to weary toil repose, and from whom sacred solace in affliction flows. Thy pleasing gentle chains preserve the soul, and even the dreadful cares of death control; for Thanatos, and Lethe with oblivious stream, mankind thy genuine brothers justly deem. With favouring aspect to my prayer incline, and save thy mystics in their works divine."

Statius, Silvae 5. 4. 1 (Roman poetry C1st A.D.) :
*prayer by an Insomiac

O youthful Somnus, gentlest of the gods, by what crime or error of mine have I deserved that I alone should lack thy bounty? Silent are all the cattle, and the wild beasts and the birds, and the curved mountain summits have the semblance of weary slumber, nor do the raging torrents roar as they were wont; the ruffled waves have sunk to rest, and the sea leans against earth's bosom and is still. Seven times now hath the returning moon beheld my fixed and ailing eyes; so often have the lights of Oeta and Paphos revisited me, so oft hath Tithonia passed by my groans, and pitying sprinkled me with her cool whip. Ah! how may I endure? Not if I had the thousand eyes of sacred Argus, which he kept but in alternate watchfulness, nor even waked in all his frame at once. But now--ah, me!--if some lover through the long hours of night is clasping a girl's entwining arms, and of his own will drives thee from him, come thence, O Somnus! Nor do I bid thee shower all the influence of thy wings upon my eyes--that be the prayer of happier folk!--touch me but with thy wand's extremest tip--'tis enough--or pass over me with lightly hovering step."

By Sophocles in Philoctetes:

''Divine Hypnos, god who knows no pain, Hypnos, stranger to anguish, come in favour to us, come happy, and giving happiness, great King! Keep before his eyes such light as is spread before them now. Come to him, I pray you, come with power to heal!''

[scentofdriedflowers]

uuuugh I loved Vigil season 2 sooo much I'm obsessed with those two and their little family (I need more episodes pls)

Listen DCI Amy Silva is soo whipped for her girlfriend DI Kirsten Longacre lol. Kirsten say 'jump' she say 'how high love?', Amy's bossy and blunt with everyone, having always her way... except when it comes to Kirsten lol 😂, 'ok love, whatever you need love', i love it. But it's a good relationship, I love them. I don't know who is more stubborn of the two because it's a freaking match, but Kirsten kind of always wins it between the two lol. Man, I would be too Amy, don't worry, it's the beautiful face? it's the smartness? ...and smartass-ness lol? it's the redhead? it's the accent? it's the bluntness? it's the cheeky smile? who knows but it works 100% for me too lol.

Anyway when Kirsten was threatened by that dude and she said she had a daughter at home??? I was in a puddle 😭 Poppy is her daughter 😭 I love them so much.

I love them so much and this show, but there was a case of missing 'person' here....

WHERE WAS THIS LADY??!

WHERE WAS CAT-short-from-Catherine?!!! I needed her!!!

The only clue I have of her is this

is she okay? is she ALIVE?! I need to know she's okay, give me season 3 and tell me noooow

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Merry Christmas, Darling

Summary: Amy Silva and Kirsten Longacre looking at lights with Poppy and exchanging Christmas presents. Takes place between seasons one and two. Fluff!

“Aye, this one is actually my favourite!” Kirsten turned up the dial of the car radio as Shane McGowan’s distinct voice began crooning, it was Christmas Eve babe, in the drunk tank…

“You’ve said that about the last three songs!” Amy laughed as she lightly clutched the steering wheel. Kirsten ignored her, fully committed to the cheeky Irish tune.

“Merrrrrrrry Christmas, I looooove you baby…” she sang, exaggeratedly, reaching out and squeezing Amy’s knee. Amy rolled her eyes playfully, but reached down and gave Kirsten’s hand a squeeze. It was impossible not to find her girlfriend endearing. “Oooh, Pops – look at those!” Kirsten turned around so that she could watch Poppy’s face as the young girl spotted an over-the-top display of rainbow lights, complete with a robotic waving Santa Claus and Rudolph with a bright red nose.

The three of them had been driving around for about thirty minutes now, slowly making their way slowly but surely back to Morag and Gordon’s to drop off Poppy for the rest of the holiday. cheerful chime of laughter filled the car as they drove Poppy back to her grandparents' house. Poppy sat in the back seat, her eyes shining with the magic of Christmas lights outside the window. The little girls eyes twinkled in the sparkling lights as she ‘ooh’ed and ‘ahh’ed at the display. They passed it and a couple more, before the road went dark as they approached the more rural stretch towards Poppy’s grandparents.

"I wish I could stay with you tonight," Poppy said with a pout, though it wasn’t entirely serious. The little family had had a brilliant day – building a gingerbread house, watching Christmas films, eating sweets and finally, exchanging gifts. Poppy had been to pick out a few presents with her grandparents, things that a little girl would be inclined towards for a parent – a scented candle, some slippers for each of them and a small canvas pouch with a rainbow embroidered onto it “because Fred at school says that rainbows are for gay pride”. But their most cherished gift from the young girl had been the card – a family portrait on coloured paper that showed both women, Poppy and Cat drawn in crayon. “Merry Christmas Mums” it read across the bottom. While they were preparing for joint custody beginning in the new year, with Poppy getting ready to move in with them in the first week of January, it still felt surreal to Kirsten that she’d be accepted so willingly.

Amy looked back at Poppy through her rear-view mirror, a gentle smile on her face. "I know, sweetheart. We wish you could stay, too. But hey, guess what? This time next year, we’ll all be together. Maybe even in a new house, with Christmas lights of our own…” the brunette said thoughtfully. Though they were initially moving Poppy into Amy’s flat, the couple already had plans to work with a realtor and find something bigger and more suitable for Poppy.

Poppy's eyes widened with excitement, and she clapped her hands. "Really? Promise?"

Amy nodded, her heart full. "Promise. Cross my heart." She brought one finger up to her chest and drew an ‘x’, though Poppy couldn’t see. Kirsten watched Amy lovingly from the passanger seat, listening though she was still softly singing her (3rd) favourite Christmas song to herself. Her eyes widened involuntarily as the song began to reach it’s less festive (or child-appropriate) middle verse – her hand shot up to the volume dial and she turned it down completely, plunging the car into silence for a long moment before she and Amy exchanged a knowing glance. Tentatively, Kirsten turned it back up, hoping she’d missed the profanity, just in time for Kirsty MacColl to sing ‘you cheap lousy fa-‘ at full blast. Amy and Kirsten erupted into laughter, Poppy largely oblivious anyway. “Favourite song, huh?” Amy quipped, raising one eyebrow.

“Aye,” Kirsten laughed. “Still a classic.”

They took a more direct route home after dropping off Poppy, Christmas music still playing softly as Kirsten sang along and Amy drove. They had been together for most of the year now, as well as parts of last year, before Kirsten had ended things, but this was their first Christmas together. They’d spent much of the festive season exchanging stories and traditions – Kirsten’s love of Christmas music of course was now well established, Amy’s grandmother had passed down a recipe for minced pies that they’d assembled with Poppy, ready to bake in the morning. Kirsten’s Dad had always insisted on watching ‘It’s a Wonderful Life’ on the night of Christmas Eve, and playing a game of poker with their extended family. She’d only insisted Amy continue one of these traditions with her, and Amy had picked up the film on DVD so that they could watch it that evening.

“Did your family ever open a gift on Christmas Eve?” Amy asked, turning down the Christmas radio just slightly and glancing over at her partner.

“Nooooo,” Kirsten scoffed playfully. “Mum was very insistent that we wait for St. Nicolas. Christmas Eve was for mass with Nan, ‘It’s a Wonderful Life’ and listening out for reindeer.” She grinned at the memory. “Why, I didn’t think you did?”

“No we didn’t,” Amy agreed, nodding subtly. “But… if you don’t have any objections… maybe we could start a new tradition?” Then, softly chuckling to herself. “I’m just not sure I can wait until tomorrow,” She squinted her eyes slightly, playfully scrunching her nose. “My gift is pretty good.”

“Oh Amy Silva, don’t let anyone tell you you aren’t modest,” Kirsten joked. She leaned back against the passenger seat, wiggling a bit and lifting her hips to stretch out her legs, suddenly impatient and eager to get home. “Aye, we could do that. My gift is pretty good too.”

Amy didn’t say anything in response, but she reached down and gave Kirsten’s hand a gentle squeeze.

“After the movie though. Can’t have you falling asleep on me,” Kirsten quipped. Amy had confided in her a few weeks prior that she hadn’t actually seen the Christmas classic, finding it too long and falling asleep the last time she’d given it ago, though that was long before Kirsten. She tended to prefer daft Christmas comedies and was amusingly partial to Bad Santa.

“Deal.” Amy agreed, and they drove the rest of the way home in comfortable silence, besides Kirsten’s quiet humming to the radio.

“We’ll take a cup of kindness dear,” Kirsten sang along softly with the final scene of the movie, planting a soft kiss on Amy’s temple as the woman shifted in her arms, blinking with heavy eyelids. She hadn’t been sleeping, she had actually quite enjoyed the film – but it was nearly midnight and the emptied glass of Bailey’s over ice now sitting on the coffee table hadn’t done her any favours. Kirsten gently traced circles on Amy’s hand, feeling the weight of the moment – new traditions forming, a quiet anticipation before they would exchange their gifts. Amy turned around in Kirsten’s arms, resting her chin on the other woman’s chest.

“Shall we?” she said softly, her eyes tracing an invisible line between Kirsten’s own and the Christmas tree.

Kirsten nodded, carefully separating herself from girlfriend so that they were both seated.

“Who goes first?” she asked, quizzically eyeing up Amy. “At home it’s always the youngest,” the red head grinned.

“Be my guest then,” Amy smiled, amused but resigned, gesturing towards the tree. Kirsten brought herself to standing, shaking out one of her legs that had slight pins and needles after two hours and ten minutes curled up on the couch. Once comfortable, she headed straight for a particular spot under the tree and picked up a square box slightly smaller than her palm. She sat down again, playing with the box in her hands for a moment before handing it to Amy.

“Oh I hope you like it,” she mumbled, suddenly nervous. Christmas was important to her, though she knew she was likely overthinking it.

“I will.” Amy said confidently, leaning over to Kirsten and kissing her gently before refocusing on the gift. Kirsten’s eyes lingered over the other woman with anticipation.

Amy carefully unwrapped it, revealing a square shaped jewellery box underneath. She raised her eyebrows, wondering just briefly what may lay inside, though she didn’t draw out the moment. Gently she pulled off the lid of the box, revealing two delicate necklaces. The first was a dainty gold gain with a round pendant, engraved with a Poppy. And just below was another gold chain, this one adorned a combination of small round beads and longer but equally subtle tube-shaped ones which Amy instantly recognised as morse code for “I love you”.

“Wow, Kirsten,” Amy looked lovingly from her gift to her partner, her eyes reflecting the depth of appreciation she felt. Not just for the gift, but for a partner that knew her so well, and made her feel so loved. "It's perfect. So… us.” she whispered with a contented smile, savouring the moment. Amy then leaned even closer to Kirsten, resting her head briefly against Kirsten’s shoulder. Kirsten returned the affectionate gesture, tilting her head down towards Amy’s before turning it and moving her fingertips to the other woman’s chin, gently lifting it.

With her other hand she reached over to the necklace, tracing the morse code with her finger. "I love you,” she said simply, pressing her forehead to Amy’s. She let her eyes linger, holding Amy’s gaze for a few seconds, adoring her warm brown eyes. “Merry Christmas,” she whispered before tilting her chin up and meeting Amy’s lips with hers. Her hand moved from Amy’s chin to gently cup her face and eventually softly clutching at the back of Amy’s neck as the kiss deepened.

After a few moments Amy slowly pulled away, kissing Kirsten just to the right of her lips, then on the cheek, before finally sitting back.

“My turn,” she ran her hands across her own thighs, taking a deep and slightly nervous breath. She was confident that the present she had chosen was a match for Kirsten’s lovely gesture, but there was still something about it that made her almost shy, which wasn’t an emotion she felt often anymore around the other woman.

Amy got down onto her hands and knees in order to reach underneath the Christmas tree to the very back, where she picked up a small, conspicuously shaped parcel. She’d hidden it so as not to raise questions in Kirsten’s mind. It was a ring, yes, but not of the diamond variety. Still, she and Kirsten were about to embark on the most serious phase of their relationship yet – they had lived together already for several months, but bringing Poppy into the picture. Starting a family, officially, was something they discussed often. She wanted Kirsten to have a symbol of the commitment that she felt and saw returned in the way Kirsten was so willing to raise Poppy with her, to be a Mum alongside her.

“Here,” she whispered, placing the box onto Kirsten’s lap before pulling herself back up onto the couch beside her. She placed her hand on Kirsten’s leg, squeezing it gently with anticipation and gently moving her fingers across the woman’s inner thigh.

Kirsten sucked in her breath, noticing the slight change in Amy’s demeanour and the size and shape of the box. Without saying anything, she lifted it off of her lap and began to unwrap it. She looked at Amy before opening, eyes wide and unsure. Amy nodded, indicating that she could go on, which did confuse Kirsten slightly. If Amy was proposing, she wasn’t making it very clear.

Kirsten tilted the box open herself, revealing a delicate gold band. It was a simple yet elegant piece, and Kirsten ran her finger over it, once again meeting Amy’s eyes.

“It’s… not an engagement ring,” Amy said slowly, watching Kirsten’s face for any indication of disappointment, but it didn’t come. Kirsten’s eyes were patient and kind. Loving. “But it is a promise.” She reached up to her own chest, just as she had earlier with Poppy, and drew an ‘X’ over her heart. “I love you, Kirsten. Our little family… it is everything to me. And I wanted you to have a symbol of that.”

Touched by the sentiment, Kirsten slipped the ring onto her left hand, then fanned out her fingers and presented her hand to Amy. “I love it, Amy. And I love you.”

Amy let out her breath, which she hadn’t realized she had been holding. A wave of relief washed over her as she released the worry that Kirsten would be dissatisfied. Amy had always been unsure about marriage, even before falling for Kirsten. Poppy had always been rooting for her to marry Ioan, and she carried a certain amount of guilt that she’d always had a bit of a mental block about the idea. Since meeting Kirsten, everything she’d known about herself had been challenged. And while she was fairly confident that one day she would marry the other woman, and absolutely certain that she would be with her forever, this felt like the right gesture for them, for now.

Amy wrapped her arms around Kirsten’s shoulders, pulling them both down against the back of the couch. Kirsten turned her body so that she could lay against Amy’s side, hand on her chest, still admiring the ring. She had accepted Amy, for all of her, a long time ago. She knew what a big deal this was for her, engagement ring or not. That was what made it so endearing.

“Merry Christmas, Amy…” she said softly, pointing with a finger to the clock on the wall which showed it was now past midnight.

“Merry Christmas darling,” Amy replied, kissing Kirsten’s forehead as they lay in the glow of the Christmas tree, fingers tracing down her partner’s arm. “To many more…”

[specialagentlokitty]

Saul silva x reader - my family

Hello 🤎 saul silva x reader with their first baby daughter.. what kind of dad he is?? - Anon💜

Saul had been arrested on the same day you went into labour, they allowed him to go to the hospital with you, and be with you.

When she was born you smiled softly up at him, and he looked at the baby in your arms.

“Little baby Poppy…” you whispered.

You glanced up at him to see tears falling down his face, and you turned to the female soldiers who had just entered the room.

“Let him hold her… please…”

“For a few minutes.” One said softly.

They unlocked his cuffs, and immediately he reached out, picking up the little girl, and he looked at her, smiling softly as he sat down with you.

“Oh she’s so small…” he whispered.

You smiled, taking a photo of them both, and you set your phone down.

Saul leant down, gently kissing the baby’s head.

“We have to go..”

Saul looked up at the soldiers.

“Give me a minute.. please…”

They nodded and backed away, and he stood up, walking around with the little girl in his arms, just watching her as she slept.

Finally he walked back over, handing you Poppy back, he sat down next to you and reached out, brushing some hair behind your ear.

“I’ll be back I promise…”

“I know you will sweetheart..”

Saul leant forward, softly kissing you, then he kissed your head and kissed Poppy’s head as well and he stood up.

The soldiers apologised to you and took him away.

And it was hard learning how to care for a newborn alone, but you got the hang on it, and being away from the drama at Alfea really helped.

You and Saul both had your own houses, and you flicked between them, but since his was already set up for him and Sky, you both thought it would be easier to raise Poppy in yours, since you had more room.

And it was a lot easier.

Poppy was a few months old now, and you had to admit to yourself she really did look a lot like Saul. She had his bright blue eyes, and you were sure when she grew she was going to be a spitting image of him.

Laying on your stomach, you smiled at Poppy as she laid on her back, giggling as she slapped the toys.

“You’re so easily entertained.” You laughed.

Sitting up, you smiled down at her.

“Would you like some lunch little lady?”

You stood up, heading to the sofa you grabbed the vest and put it on, then you walked over and swept her from the ground making her giggle louder.

You set her into the little harness and walked to the kitchen to start putting together a bottle.

Hearing a knock on your door, you stopped what you were doing and held out your finger for her to grab.

“A little detour first.” You smiled.

Kissing her head, you made your way to the front door to see it was already open.

Standing in front of you was your husband, messy hair, beard, slightly bruised.

“Saul…”

Tears ran down your face and he rushed over to hug you and you quickly pushed him away.

He looked hurt until he saw you pointing to the baby in the vest.

“Sorry. Sorry.”

He walked over and hugged you gently, burying his face into the crook of your neck, his tears soaking your skin.

You held him tightly and you both just stood there for a few minutes before you heard Poppy babbling to herself.

Saul pulled away and you smiled a little.

“It’s lunch time, you wanna feed her?”

“I.. I don’t know if I can…”

You smiled, placing your hand on his cheek, gently tugging at his beard.

“You shower and shave this because trust me once she has something she’s not letting go, I’ll get her bottle ready.”

You gently kissed him and you both went your separate ways.

When he came back you were still in the kitchen so he walked in and wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder.

Poppy stared up at him, making grabby hands and he smiled, reaching up a finger she grabbed it tightly.

He chuckled a little.

“She really does have a grip and a half.”

“You’ve got no idea.”

You set the finished bottle aside and turned around.

Saul reached down and pulled Poppy up, holding her in his hands, cradling her against his chest.

The whole day Saul spent with Poppy, holding her or playing with her and you left him too it, using the time to do some chores.

When the evening came, he was the one to get her to sleep and set her down, and he walked into the bedroom, immediately laying next to you.

He rested his head on your shoulder, and you wrapped your arms around him, running your fingers through his hair.

Saul leant up, gently kissing your jaw and you smiled, leaning down to kiss him.

“She’s so big now…” he whispered.

“She takes after you.” You smiled.

“I’m so sorry…”

“You don’t have to apologise it wasn’t your fault Saul, you know that.”

“I left you alone.”

“And it wasn’t your fault. Plus you’re a natural, Poppy loves you.”

He smiled a little and you smiled back.

Saul was the one who woke up with her at nights so you could sleep, he fed her, and wherever he went she had to go with him.

And you were completely fine with that, because you knew they both needed that.

You just loved watching Saul go around about the house, Poppy on his hip or cradled in his arms it was perfect.

Saul was a natural father, he knew exactly what to do and when, and he did everything so you could have some time to relax.

Though sometimes you would walk past and swipe your daughter from him, and he would just follow behind you like a shadow.

Today, he went to get some shopping and when he came back home he found you fast asleep on the bed, Poppy sleeping on your chest and he smiled.

Taking his shoes off he laid next to you on his side, arm wrapped over you, hand on his daughters head and he smiled to himself.

This was what he wanted.

All he ever thought about while he was in that cell, and it was even better than he could ever imagine

[booasaur]

Vigil - 2x02

[korgbelmont]

Full list of Choices Characters made as DC Characters as of 24/09/2024

New ones since last list marked with🔥

Aislinn Tanaka - Batgirl (Barbara Gordon Inspired)

Arthur Pendragon - Cyborg

Aster D'Yew - White Lantern

Aurora Emery - Bumblebee🔥

Ava Lawrence - Hawk

Ava Motjoy - Omen🔥

Avery Wilshere - Black Canary

Bryce Lahela - Nightwing Version 1 | Version 2

Cas Harlow - Yellow Lantern Female | Male

Dakota Winchester - Batgirl (Stephanie Brown Inspired)

Dan Pierce - Black Lantern

Donovan Navarro - Red Robin

Eiko Matsunaga - Batwoman

Eos Elara - Green Lantern

Farah Sabri - Catwoman

Gabriel Ricci - Shazam Version 1 | Version 2 (Plus Kit Jackson as Darla, Freddy, Mary, and Perdro)

Gabe Adalhard - Flash Female | Male

Gabriela Adalhard - Wonder Girl (Yara Flor Inspired)🔥

Gaius Augustine - Indigo Lantern

Hana Lee - Wonder Woman

Jordan Paudwal - Flash (Wally West Inspired)

Juantia Carter / Anita Descartes - Troia

Jun Seong - Batman

Kaine - Johanna & John Constantine

Kamilah Sayeed - Looker🔥

Katherine - Raven🔥

Lily Spencer - Star Sapphire

Lupe - Blue Lantern

Lydea Thorne - Wonder Woman (Nubia Inspired)

Maia Thompson - Flash

Mandy Martinez - Supergirl🔥

Mason Jennings - Dove

Nik Ryder - Green Arrow

Noah Harris - Red Hood (plus Cassius Harlow)

Oberon - Martian Manhunter inspired

Poppy Min Sinclair - Red Lantern

Raelyn - Blue Jay by @masked-alien-lesbian

Rafael Aveiro - Superman Version 1 | Version 2

Rainier - Hawkgirl / Hawkman Hawkgirl version 1 | Hawkgirl version 2 | Hawkman

Reagan Thorne - Orange Lantern

Rheya Apostolous - Indigo Lantern

Robin Tora - Red Arrow / Arsenal🔥

Rory Silva - Wonder Girl (Cassie Sandsmark Inspired)🔥

Saffron Morrigan - Zatanna

Sebastyan Thorne - Geo Force

Simon Hendricks - Beast Boy

Stevie Sun - Batgirl (Cassandra Cain Inspired)

Titania - Starfire Inspired

Tom Sato - Green Lantern

Trystan Thorne - Aquagirl | Tempest

[simplegenius042]

Music Monday & Understand My Family in 5 Minutes Template

Tagged (ages ago, according to my drafts) by @imogenkol for the Understand My Family in 5 minutes Template.

Tagging @inafieldofdaisies @voidika @cloudofbutterflies92 @josephseedismyfather @direwombat @noodlecupcakes @socially-awkward-skeleton @adelaidedrubman @raresvtm @derelictheretic @cassietrn @aceghosts @davrinsgriffons @shallow-gravy @strangefable @statichvm @carlosoliveiraa @g0dspeeed @wrathfulrook @starsandskies @ladyoriza @la-grosse-patate @thewanderer-000 @omen-speaker @alypink @shellibisshe @josephslittledeputy @skoll-sun-eater @afarcryfrommymain @strafethesesinners @turbo-virgins @florbelles @minilev @justasmolbard @softtidesworld @yokobai and @seedsplease + anyone else who want to join.

Music Monday for The UnTitledverse and Life, Despair & Monsters series and a Understand My Family in 5 Minutes Template for The Silver Chronicles. You can listen, read and find the blank template below the cut:

In my More Than Bargained For? WIP, the main premise isn't just about freeing the souls of the dead children with their happiest day, nor is it just about the reunion between Mario and Charlie, and neither is it just about Lena having fun with her animatronic buddies. Ultimately the main premise surrounds itself around bringing down Fazbear Entertainment, and ending the tragic madness of both William Afton and Henry Emily's feud and legacies. Like there's two-and-three-quarters of arcs to this WIP; first arc is gathering all the animatronics together in one place which, unbeknownst to Lena and her mentor Mike, is under Paragraph 4, though Lena's friendship with the children gives some of them the peace to move on from their animatronic pals. Fair warning, there's also parts in-between some chapters of this arc where she has really weird dreams. The mini arcs come during a timeskip after Lena's fired from Fazbear Entertainment after the fiasco that is being framed by Ennard for the murders of the technicians (Mike's unfortunately been scooped by Ennard); she comes to help Mike put to rest the remaining dangerous animatronics, although is there to save a few that she doesn't believe deserve to be destroyed or were mistakenly caught because they seem to fit the qualities of Paragraph 4 but truly don't. These mini arcs also involve going on a rescue mission down in Hell too (but there ain't enough time to unpack that right now). After those we get to the "Bringing down Fazbear Entertainment permanently" and "more efficient damage control over the remaining legacies of both Afton and Emily". This leads her to espionage the VR games, the Special delivery services, and lastly the Megaplex. In this particular arc, she... discovers familiar faces and remnants of old friends...

"Well, hello again! Here we go again! Start the show again! You thought it was over, but you know that it will never end It's awful lonely in the code that we've been living in But now you're home, we want to hold you 'til the bitter end So, we got a few bugs, we got a few glitches You know the best hugs always leave a few stitches Pull a few plugs, gotta flip a few switches Built to give love, we just need a few fixes Our arms are open nice and wide, why don't you try us on for size? We'd hate to spoil the surprise Go check the corner for your prize Our favorite game that we've devised is hunt you down each time you hide And now we're right before your eyes We promise not to crawl inside ("We promise not to crawl inside")

You've been away for, oh-so long No games to play when you were gone But now you're here where you belong And we are back together We're going right back to the start When you left, it broke our hearts But if it's you who's torn apart We'll put you back together We'll put you back together."

"Grave is melting away to entropy Beta Tester, please save the rest of me Tapes sequested away are meant to be played Or else they enslave what's left of me In the lines of the binary Recombined as my lifeline's syphoning From the mind I am mining for hiding in Don't be frightened, comply and invite me in."

"Uh, hello, hello? Now you've gotta fix the vents below Simulations are safe, y'know Although, maybe don't trust a telephone."

"Oh, my! What a muddle! It only was a cuddle Now you're long gone, crushed into a puddle Hey, Bon-Bon! Better get a shovel! Really want some love, but I'd snuff you with a snuggle."

"Yar-har-har! We're in VR! You can try to run, but you won't get far You'll begin to wonder why you ever pressed "Start" What you get for plundering a bunch of dead parts, he-he!"

"You may wonder how we stand this hell But I promise you'll adjust to the acrid smell Beta Tester? Or plate of tasters? An attack should include a few snacks as well, ha!"

"Mind if I hop on for a solo Don't you worry, I'm not coming for you during a show tune! Hurry up, you've got a party to go to! You know you're gonna be the star of the show soon!" ("You're gonna be the star of the show soon. Yeah!")

"So long you have been away Oh, won't you promise to stay? Make it our happiest day Now we are back together We're going right back to the start When you left, it broke our hearts But if it's you who's torn apart We'll put you back together We'll put you back together!"

"...My first appearance in Pizzeria Simulator and then again in Ultimate Custom Night And I was hoping for some sort of token appearance in the VR title Now, that didn't happen, sadly And I remember saying to my good friend Orville I said, 'Orville, this is going to be an issue if I want a continued presence within the franchise'. So we went out to get some..."

"Come on, kids! Don't be scared of me! Just a funny bunny! Remember Jeremy? Did you think I wouldn't leave a legacy? Take death? Escape my destiny? Corroding the code of your own autonomy Laugh at the traps you've employed to conquer me Nice headset you've spoiled to come for me All that blood might void the warranty!"

"Another long night And another hall roamed Another song chimes Sends another one home You know it's all lies It's a wonderful show There's nothing inside We're just lovable drones."

"Quite a chain of events you're tangled in In the vents, don't let the Mangle in Back in action, have you been practicing? Just one more toy you've trapped us in."

"So tired, we just wanna sleep But you're determined to keep Finding ways to bring us back from the grave We've been burned, we've been beaten Torn apart, we've been eaten In a loop, here's the scoop You won't ever be saved ("No, you won't ever be saved.")

"We lost our lives to an arcade But now it's us who's being played So step inside, don't be afraid And put us back together We're going right back to the start When you left, it broke our hearts But if it's you who's torn apart We'll put you back together!"

"We'll put you back together!" "We'll put you back together!" "We'll put you back together!" "We'll put you back together!"

More on More Than Bargained For?, Lena's vendetta against Fazbear Entertainment stems from their inherent inability to take responsibility for the disappearances (and deaths) of the missing children (and doing the bare minimum to stop it again), plus their own corruption and greed in covering up their own hand in the tragedies for the sake of milking their brand dry, and their lack of punishment for the injustices for the many employees who died under their watch. Fazbear Entertainment is the greater-scope antagonist of this WIP, with William Afton & the Mimic being the main threats towards Lena and her friends. Lena, after surviving many death traps and being framed for two co-workers' murders and having to say goodbye to her ghostly pals (either voluntarily or involuntarily), has had it with Fazbear Entertainment's ability to weasel back to life time and time again just to repeat the same mistakes and choices of cutting corners and being shit employers. In this arc, Lena goes into espionage with some help to take down the company from the inside-out. However, her troubles come when Glitchtrap catches wind of this, and once being aware that Lena wants to take down his only source of flesh puppets, he decides to take action by taking advantage of Fazbear Entertainment's new "Special Delivery Service" to send Lena (and her girlfriend Cassandra) a very lovely animatronic home invasion.

"There was a place many years ago Where the children would come for a meal and a show Oh, the horror, in the corner The quartet of terror returns

There's Freddy, and Foxy, and Bonnie, and Chica The band's back together and playing the deep cuts And when the curtain comes to close They'll find you

There is a bear who bears no introduction And a chick who's thick from reconstruction There is a bun who's gunning for the air shaft And a fox who gawks behind an eye-patch

Unserviced servo turning Refurbished fur perturbing It doesn't matter where you go They'll find you

Find the mascots Check your blind spots Put the mask on Turn the lights off

Wind the toy box Check the game clock Shun the dark thoughts It's a long shot

They'll find you They'll find you We will find you Terrorize you And ensnare you In a bear suit."

In Life, Despair & Monsters, there is an Unnamed Poppy Playtime WIP, where there is Playtime Co.'s warehouse from the game, but also an abandoned sister location known as "Rosemary's Trinkets & Collectibles" that was shut down years prior before Playtime Co.'s own closure. In this WIP, the protagonists find that both locations are connected to each other, and find the co-founder of this location and the founder of the sister location, Frederick Rosemary, may not be as dead as originally thought, and has been trying to bust into Playtime Co.'s warehouse to get himself their unique toys for his sick pleasures and devices. Plus to help out his good friend Sir Enigma Malvolio too, doing the dirty work of experiments that Malvolio himself can't be inclined to do himself.

"We are machine, but in-between We are conscious, full of life Don't think twice, we play it right Built for laughs and grins The show takes its toll on our soul Itching for some way to free Every plea, the lights flee All together, we're complete

Come together now We've got the night all to ourselves Let's show them what we allow Unified, we arrive We know just what to do To prove to them that we're alive

Hide from us, you can't trust The noises coming from the halls You peer in, we break in We can't say if you'll live or die Just come out, leave all doubt For we are real and awake End daytime, it's playtime We are the ultimate fright

We are the ultimate fright

Left underground, quiet sound Heard from every corner We seem to be nice, but she Draws the dark to cave in With her grin, watch her spin Every second counts, for we More than three, always see Altogether we're complete

Come together now We've got the night all to ourselves Let's show them what we allow Unified, we arrive We know just what to do To prove to them that we're alive

Hide from us, you can't trust The noises coming from the halls You peer in, we break in We can't say if you'll live or die Just come out, leave all doubt For we are real and awake End daytime, it's playtime We are the ultimate fright

We are the ultimate fright!"

And lastly here's my "Understand My Family in 5 Minutes" for Silva and Faith, plus Azriel and Mercy, during Old Dusk (New Dawn arc):

And here's a blank template (with links) to both read above and use below:

Template by @/marissources (ImageFlip made their credits a bit too small).

Here's the download link to download it if you can do what I clearly can't.

[theoraclenextdoor]

the zodiac signs as books I have on my shelf 📚

aries: the poppy war trilogy by r.f. kuang

taurus: finding chika by mitch albom

gemini: the 48 laws of power by robert greene

cancer: eclipse by stephanie meyer

leo: twilight by stephanie meyer and midnight sun by stephanie meyer

virgo: they both die at the end by adam silva

libra: the iliad by homer

scorpio: if we were villains by m.l rio

sagittarius: the invisible life of addie larue by v.e. schwab

capricorn: the power of now by eckhart tolle

aquarius: a little life by hanya yanagihara

pisces: new moon by stephanie meyer

reblog and tag your sun, moon, rising. also i’m doing a tarot game as a housewarming to celebrate my new blogspace! it ends this friday the 13th, just before the eclipse, where i’m doing three-card spread readings for five people. i hope you’ll join! more details here.

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