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faytalepsy · 4 months
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Merry Christmas to my HEX giftee @emilyevewrites !! I hope you had amazing holidays and return to us soon!! ✨💕 I decided on a little Silrah Christmas spirit drawing and I hope you like it!!
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myalchod · 4 months
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Silrah and 32 pleaseee
Bringing back the "what the fluff" tag for this one, methinks, though I very nearly went in the precise opposite direction.
32. a kiss to wake up - [ also on AO3 ]
“But curses don’t exist.”
“Just try,” Bloom urges from the doorway, where she and the rest of the Winx hang back in a knot. There is a undercurrent of concern from them, quiet murmurs aloud and in her mind alike. “It can’t hurt, can it?”
Oh, but it can. It can. To kiss him would be to admit so much that she’s held back through their years together, to cross the line they’ve danced around for as long as she can remember without ever acknowledging it. They are friends, partners, have been bedmates, but somehow this is so much heavier, especially when the stories of old are all too clear about what can break a curse. (Assuming it’s real. Which she’s still not admitting.)
And maybe they don’t exist, but reality is Saul lying still but for the too-shallow rise and fall of his chest, completely unaware of the world around him in a way that feels entirely unnatural, curse or not. Even in sleep he has always had a readiness born of years in dangerous situations; the war had only deepened his naturally light sleeping habits, and she can remember many a night when she’d started awake to find him already upright, head cocked as he listened to the woods around them. None of that is present now; his lashes fall dark against pale skin, mouth slightly slack, breath nearly silent. His mind, when she reaches for it, feels impossibly distant.
If she is to do this, she will have to be honest with herself. That doesn’t mean he has to know, however — all that matters is having her specialist at her side again, whatever it may cost her. With everything she carries, one more secret should be nothing, especially when she has locked those feelings away for so long already.
“Girls — out.”
They protest — no surprise — but subside in fairly short order, and it isn’t long before the door clicks shut somewhere behind her and the worried mutter of their thoughts retreat. Alone, Farah sinks down on the edge of the narrow bed, cupping a hand against his face. Even now, he remains warm. It would be so easy to pretend, if she closed her eyes, sinking back into the memory of those rare times she’s woken up beside him, soft and relaxed before all that they are intrudes once more, but she cannot allow herself that. If she is to do this, to try, it must be without illusions.
The truth, then: she loves him, not only as the friend and partner and lifelong companion he has been. She’s in love with him — at least, as best she can understand such a thing. Rosalind’s voice rings in her ears even now, reminding her of how similar they are, of all the times she’s pushed aside the weakness of emotion to become unyielding steel. And yet through it all Saul had been there, a steady glow at the edge of her thoughts even when things were darkest. How can she not do whatever it takes for him, after everything? How can she not, when she knows he would do nothing less for her?
(Curses may not be real. This may be an exercise in futility. But she loves him, gods help her, and nothing remains but to try, and to acknowledge that this has nothing to do with what she may owe him and everything to do with …)
His lips are soft when she traces her thumb across them, chapped enough to catch slightly against her skin. She wets her own as she looks down at him. He’d laugh if he saw her sitting like this, so unsure about such a simple gesture — or perhaps he wouldn’t, but if she doesn’t do this, she’ll never know. That is, in this moment, the only certainty she has.
Come back to me, she thinks — pleads, nearly, if only within her own mind, and then closes the distance between them to set her mouth to his.
If it’s a curse, then surely she should feel something. Every time she has felt magic break, there has been some sort of physical sensation, from the faintest of shivers to a sound like a thunderclap. But she feels nothing besides the warmth of his lips against her own, the faint shift of his ribs and the even quieter flutter of his heart and the prickle of stubble against her palm, and her own heart sinks in her chest. They must have been wrong. Life is not a storybook; she should know that by now, after all that she has seen.
But when she pulls back blue eyes are looking at her, still hazy with sleep but open, present. As she watches, disbelieving, the corners of his mouth pull up.
“Breathe, Farah.” The words are rusty, sleep-rough. Her hand is still against his face. As he covers it with his own, air shudders back into her lungs and something slides back into place inside her.
Always, he answers, to that earlier whisper of a thought, and now it is her turn to smile.
[ ask me another ] [ all answers ]
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simplytheevebest · 5 months
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Farah Dowling/Saul Silva - Walk Through the Fire
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Silrah my beloved, how I wish you'd been given the attention in canon that you deserved. But that's okay because all of the beautifully talented people in this fandom are making up for it tenfold. I could watch your videos forever @eves-da-best and this one is no exception. An absolutely magnificent job, you never cease to amaze me my love ❤️❤️❤️❤️
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arte-mis-t · 2 years
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Saul: Absolutely not!
Terra: *casually drops Farah's name in the conversation
Saul: I changed my mind
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icecream-junkie · 2 years
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Looking at the pairings I’ve shipped over the years, I clearly have a type:
Strong women and the men who worship them.
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pandora2023 · 8 months
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I present to you my list of works done to date by me ❤️
Rhaenys/Corlys 🔥🌊
The Gods are cruel
Gravity
Miss me
Light and shadows
The Space Between You and Me
Farah/Saul 🧠🗡️
Our little family
Self-punishment
If You have any request or want to read something specific, don't hesitate to send me a text, I might be able to write it down 🫡
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forestelfo · 2 years
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My farewell to the one who quite literally makes me wanna be a better person,
Farah Dowling
"Someone to stay" by Vancouver Sleep Clinic
to speak the truth, I disliked many things this season, thought they could’ve been done better. but Farah, is not one of these things. she was back, everything we said was true, from her eyes shining hinting that she used magic, through her knowing what Rosalind is about to do and all the way to the tree theory. I know some will say it was fan service, I honestly don’t believe that. I genuinely think they were meant to bring her back this entire time, Eve got busy with HotD and chose to give up Fate. so they went “ok, but can we have you for one last goodbye?” and Eve being the amazing person I believe her to be, who was probably told how much fans were affected by her character, agreed, even though it was from far away. and taking all of that into consideration, filming the scenes apart and using tons of editing, they really worked hard to give us the closure that was needed. of course, it was heartbreaking, bawled my eyes out for the next 20 mins before moving to the next episode, I wish she came back for good. but life is dynamic and my girl is kicking ass riding dragons in an HBO hit show right now. I’m proud of her. 
to be clear, this is a goodbye for canon Farah. but my Farah, is alive and well. and this is not just for my Farah and Silrah people, this is for everyone who for any reason is disappointed: canon is NOT the end of the world, don’t like it? that’s okay. wish it to be better? AMAZING. this is exactly what fandoms are for, this is what fans and art and fanfics are for. write, draw, roleplay, discuss, edit, CREATE your OWN canon. the possibilities are ENDLESS, we have imagination for a reason. the characters, whoever they may be, are with you, in your heart, and you have your own personal take on them with your own pov and ideas and NO ONE can ever take that from you. MAKE. YOUR. OWN. STORIES. don’t feel like you have any artistic skills? dream and fantasize, let your head run wild! my Farah, my Saul are living in my mind rent free, living the lives I want them to have. and you can do the exact same. once you have this mindset, you can be unstoppable. want Andreas and Bea to have their own little happy family with Sky and Saul? open a word doc and write it. wanna make Rivusa live a cottage life in the mountains? pick up a pen and sketch. wished for Ben and Luna to be frenemies? edit a video. you are capable of turning things your way, only because the writers chose a specific path doesn’t mean you have to choose it too. 
make it YOURS.
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rxnefairs · 10 months
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Bringing this back because it’s FUNNY.
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eves-da-best · 1 year
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A crack fic for the ages 😂 Ready?
AU: Farah’s a famous exotic dancer in Las Vegas and a well-known, high-profile individual nationally. She’s currently dating an American sports icon. Saul is a New Yorker, in Las Vegas for his bachelor party. He and his bffs Andreas and Ben end up in the exclusive club where Farah works. That night and in the days to follow, the plot (unsurprisingly) thickens, both hilariously and chaotically. 
Oh, the shenanigans.
This is insane 😂
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inlovewithfairies · 1 year
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How are we feeling for Silrah x Fem!Reader horny hours???
@lendyys COME PICK UP YOUR FIC
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madamebutterfly94 · 2 years
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Farah Dowling x Saul Silva from Fate - The Winx saga;
Eve Best as Farah;
Robert James-Collier as Saul;
Alex Macqueen as Ben;
[from this video]
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faytalepsy · 8 months
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This was originally meant for @lustrouswhite "Evil Silrah" prompt with Farah returning and Saul following her out if love. But then I had a better idea for the prompt (more like 3 better ideas) so this one is just badass Farah after freeing Saul.
The pose is inspired by a Reylo piece on Pinterest that I unfortunately couldn't find the original artist of...
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myalchod · 2 months
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For the three sentence fic ask:
Silrah, or the Golden Trio
Bookstore AU, or Genderswap AU
Give me all the semicolons and em-dashes! :D
As intrigued as I am by the genderswap path, I'm not sure — even with all the em-dashes and semicolons and the rest — whether I could wrangle that in the space of three sentences. So Silrah bookstore AU it is! (These are all such fun prompts though, Hillie, in all configurations, and I may end up playing with variations. Thank you for them! 💙)
He’s back again, for the third time in as many days, and she watches him as he crouches down by the children’s books, the same too-serious boy who's been with him throughout clinging to his fingertips as heads light and dark bend together for a conversation of murmured words and gestures — watches covertly while she tidies up around the register, not wanting to intrude but intrigued despite herself by the pair and all that she has begun to piece together: the boy’s silence coupled with a reluctance to allow much space between them, the sorrow in the man’s blue eyes shuttered again each time the boy looks up, the lack of familial resemblance. There’s a story there, but for a woman who’s lived her life surrounded by innumerable tales (whose life, her best friend would be quick to add, might almost be a fairy tale all on its own, wicked stepmother included), she’s never thought herself particularly imaginative, and so she contents herself with observing and gleaning what fragments she can; she knows, all too well, just how painful it can be for someone to pry, however well-intentioned.
But she is curious, more than she’s been about anyone in a long time, and it has her wondering — hoping, even — that they’ll return again tomorrow, and the day after that, and as many days as it takes her to figure out their entire tale.
[ send me another ] [ all fills ]
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simplytheevebest · 4 months
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Farah Dowling/Saul Silva - Another World
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I'm fine 🥲 I miss them. Amazing amazing amazing job as always @eves-da-best , silver linings to ice storms huh? 😂 I absolutely adore this and you and them ❤️❤️❤️
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arte-mis-t · 1 year
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Andreas: Here’s a fun Christmas idea. We hang mistletoe, but instead of kissing, you have to FIGHT whoever else is under it.
Farah: No.
Saul: Mistlefoe!
Farah: Saul, please, stop encouraging him
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icecream-junkie · 2 years
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The greenhouse scene in FTWS 1x02
I know I’m probably overinterpreting this scene because my little shipper heart wants them to be in love, but let’s ignore reality for a moment, okay?
I absolutely love how Farah is so focused on Saul after he has been wounded by the Burned One in season 1 that she doesn’t even seem to notice that there are students in the greenhouse as well when she comes rushing in. That’s the only explanation I have for her basically saying in front of the students that it’s all her fault, which she probably shouldn’t.
It’s Saul who has to ask them to leave so he can tell her how much he loves her about the figure he saw in the woods. I don’t care what the intention behind the scene was, but in my head Farah only notices the students once Saul addresses them because up to that point all she can think about is that Saul is hurt badly. She doesn’t even wait for the door to close behind them before pulling him into her lap. Not very headmistressy of her.
The only alternative explanation I will except is that she is aware they are there, but Sky and Terra are basically family anyway, so she doesn’t care.
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