#chubby!silas

[sonyaii]

Baby Rap Battle.

And yes, Silas was born to be hybrid also.

#eddsworld x friday night funkin #eddsworld #eddsworld content #eddsworld next gen #friday night funkin #friday night funkin au #friday night funkin next gen #ew au #fnf au #ew next gen #ew chris #ew silas #ew maya #ew garrett #fnf bobby #fnf gemma #au #art #chubby babies #ew ocs #fnf ocs

[artethyst]

~ Leaves In A Sky Full Of Stars ~

Eris Vanserra x Rhysand’s Sister! OC/Reader

Little Silas Vanserra had Eris vowing to never have anymore children.

He thanked the Mother that his daughter was a little angel- still at the age where she wanted to be carried everywhere, snuggled peacefully in an adult’s arms.

Her pale hair and violet ringed autumnal eyes reminding him so much of the woman he loved.

Her older brother was the complete opposite.

He wondered if this was his punishment, a cruel joke played upon him by the Gods for having such a carefree life since his father died and reminding him that he needed to keep his faltered guard up.

And that’s how he felt in the early hours of the morning, with little hands patting at his face and excited little feet hopping on the oak floors of his bedroom.

Tired.

He cracked one amber eye open- unceremoniously meeting a matching golden flecked iris, one full of wonder and guiltlessness, as he supposed his own once were.

He closed it as quickly as it had opened, letting a wry smirk take over his ostensibly lazed features.

“Daddyyyy I know you’re awake-“ the little boy began incredulously before shrieking in glee as Eris swooped him onto his chest with ease, tickling his son mercilessly as his Mate softly slept beside him.

After the boy had relented, his rounded cheek flushed with the childish mirth of giggles, Eris couldn’t help but chuckle to himself at the boy’s wild red locks.

As expected the boy’s mother was still soundly asleep, Eris had always been a light sleeper, in fact having his Mate beside him and children down the hall only worsened the fact, even though his father was no longer a threat- to him or his loved ones, simply having them in such a place always had him on high alert.

Even though he had done his very best to rid the Autumn Court of longtime Advisors, the types of men that would love nothing more than to see the Night Court Princess with a Fae bane arrow through her much too large heart, he knew there was no good in him-undeserved of him in ever feeling content.

It had the opposite effect on his wife, who admittedly had never slept better than when she was in the comforting arms of her husband- the natural warmth emanating from him lulling her into such ecstasy she wished she never had to be cruelly ripped away from by the chill of the Autumn morning.

She had never really slept well in the Night Court, the pain of living there without her mother sister always too much to bear.

Eris was her new home.

Since having children- her body still not quite having recovered from their second and Eris insisting she get as much rest at she could, even the joyous squeals of her firstborn still wouldn’t- couldn’t make her budge.

“Daddy Uncle Lulu said you p-pwomised-“

“Promised,”

“Promised to show me m-my fire againnn!”

The boy was practically trembling with excitement, his father’s hands coming to steady him as his little body wriggled with joy, perched on his father’s raised knees who raised a slim digit to his smaller lips, reminding him to remain quiet as possible.

Not that it would have made a difference to the blissfully knocked out woman beside them.

“Did he now?” Eris withered, the thought of his brother- knowing just how much he treasured the few late mornings a High Lord might have, had told his son- who’s adorable little face noone could deny, that those small, valuable hours were reserved for “magic time”.

It took only a brief moment, a fleeting fall of Silas’ dimpled grin- his mother’s grin, to have the High Lord swinging his legs from the refuge of his silken sheets, his boy held firmly in his strong hands.

“Then I think it is best we get dressed appropriately, what do you say Little Flame?”

The boy simply cheered in response and Eris couldn’t help the grin on his own face at the feel of chubby hands around his neck in a makeshift embrace, carrying him down the hall as his son rattled on in half nonsensical toddler speak about how he was going to ‘beat his Uncle Lulu in a duel’.

~

The Maids cooed as the little Prince raced down the hall in his teeny tiny Autumnal uniform- gifted to him by his Aunty Elain who thought they were the cutest thing ever.

The boy stopped when he reached the top of the grand staircase, skidding to a halt with a nervous expression on his little face.

The same staircase his Mummy always carried him down, the same staircase he had been told to scoot down on his bottom in case he tripped, the same staircase she had been slowly helping him descend himself (holding his hand tightly and giving up halfway as he took nearly a whole minute per ten steps)

Eris watched him amusedly- a miserable jutted lip and a coy flush on his baby cheeks.

“Umm Daddy, M-Mummy said I am not s’pose to go down m-myself in case of ouchies…”

That was not what she had said.

“I thought you were a big boy now, hmm?” Eris teased as his son pouted, just as his mother would have.

“I-I am…” Silas’ point was refuted with the small grabby motions his little arms made to his father who looked down at him with a smirk.

“Do big boys get carried down the stairs?”

“Ummm…Yes?” The boy widened his glimmering autumnal eyes, “pleasies?”

And so with a roll of his eyes, all in good humour, Eris fastened his excitable son against his chest as they began to exit the grand estate, heading into the vast, luscious gardens where they would begin their training.

~

Lucien could only laugh when found his brother- sincere and unbridled joy dancing in his otherwise piercing gaze, watching his son chase after the little flames he made for him.

“Uncle Lulu!” The boy squealed, barrelling into the male who swung him atop his shoulders with ease.

“I’d be careful if I were you,” Eris warned, “he has quickly figured out how to control his magic, you might end up with that treasured hair of your singed at the root.”

Silas nodded furiously, his little feet hitting the floor as he flexed his small palm as proof, and to his pure wonder, delicate embers- faint as they were, twinkled at his will.

“Look Daddy! I did it! I did it!” Eris couldn’t help but chuckle softly as his son danced with not only with the little flicker he had mustered with his father’s help, but larger wistful wisps that flowed around him with delicate care.

Eris couldn’t help but feel his heart constrict, wishing nothing more than to give his children the childhood he had wanted- deserved.

He took one look at his son and wondered how anyone could ever hurt him, let alone do it himself.

He wondered what he had done to make his own father hate him so, vowing to never once make his own offspring feel even a fraction of the way he had.

For what seemed like hours Lucien and Eris entertained the little boy, sometimes engaging in a silent battle between one another who could impress the young heir the most.

Lucien eventually was called away and Eris wondered if his years were finally catching up to him, small burn marks littering his clothes from his son’s inexperienced hands and an ache in his legs from chasing after him.

After Silas’ giggles had dissipated along with his energy, Eris suggested they head back, the boy agreed sleepily, the thrum of magic still alive in his little body as Eris made a mental note to keep an eye on his budding powers.

“T-Thank you for giving me my fire,” Silas mumbled, stumbling over to his father “love you Daddy…”And as a pair of all too familiar amber eyes met the High Lord’s blurring own, he bent down and received his greatest gift in his trembling arms.

A reminder he would never be the man who had damned him, a reminder that he was a good man- a good man that was loved.

#fanfic #eris vandaddy #eris vanserra x oc #eris acotar #eris vanserra x reader #eris x oc #eris vanserra #eris x reader #acotar x oc #acotar x reader #acotar fanfiction #acotar fic #acotar

[areyougonnabe]

for the polar history recap posts, i’m dying to know more about lillie…deeply tragic and i’ve also heard something about the nickname ‘ooze’ and i desperately need to know more about that

LILLIE 😭😭😭😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

denis (also spelled dennis) gascoigne lillie was born in 1884, making him 26 when the terra nova set off for antarctica. he was trained in natural sciences at cambridge (although he didn't do too well on his exams) and was appointed as the ship's biologist—meaning he did not form part of the shore party in the hut in at cape evans, but remained on board the ship during the winter, studying antarctic marine biology including whales, plankton, and deep-sea creatures like sponges (like the one pictured above). his nickname "ooze" comes from his job as biologist—ooze refers to a specific kind of biological marine sediment that got pulled up in seabed dredges which lillie would then examine.

in silas's diary on the voyage south, he describes lillie:

Lilley—"Hercules'" or "Sequins" is rather a dreamer and asserts he can remember his former existences in this world. Much fun can be got from him if handled properly.

lillie was noted by other members of the expedition to be a bit of a crackpot, asserting that he was a persian and a roman in his past lives. and more than that, possibly:

Lillie had decided that he was not the marrying type, claiming that he had evolved beyond it. In later years Scott’s young Norwegian skiing expert Tryggve Gran recounted that as they crossed the Equator on the Terra Nova Lillie had revealed that he was a woman trapped in a man’s body. ‘When I see a naked man I blush,’ he allegedly said as the others sprawled shirtless on the deck in tropical sunshine, ‘I am split and I can’t help it. Luckily I understand myself and have the control to avoid doing anything wrong.’ Gran was a notoriously unreliable source, and it is hard to imagine anyone having the courage to say that under those circumstances; but perhaps Lillie did.

(from sara wheeler's cherry)

usually i would not recommend anyone trust anything that comes out of gran's mouth, but honestly i do buy this, because, well... vibes.

anyway, on the terra nova, lillie was notable for his talent at caricature, and several of his rather hilariously cruel drawings appeared (copied by wilson) in the south polar times, including this one of birdie:

while the shore party was in antarctica, lillie spent two winters in new zealand studying whales, fossils, and anthropology:

Lillie has been fossilizing & is off next month for 5 months whaling with the Norwegians. He is looking very well & very happy and is ‘a dear little chap’ to use Scott’s expression.

—pennell's diary, may 18 1911

after returning to england, taking the long way round on board the terra nova to continue his marine research, lillie took up residence at cambridge again, alongside deb, silas, priestley, and griff, to work up the scientific results from the expedition.

lillie also spent a lot of time with atch and pennell in 1913, frequently accompanying them to dine and see theater in london. he also drew (probably on board the ship) the caricature of them as the "antarctic lovebirds":

during the war, he was a conscientious objector—a "conchie," refusing to go to the front. it was an incredibly difficult position to maintain in the face of widespread societal opposition. he found solace in a continued and deepening relationship with cherry (who was also not at the front, though in his case for health reasons) as sara wheeler describes in her biography of cherry:

Currently working as a bacteriologist for the military, Lillie had been one of the few visitors at Lamer during the bad months in the middle of 1916. They became unusually intimate (‘I should love to see your chubby cheeks again’), and after one weekend Lillie scrawled with typical irreverence in his note of thanks that, ‘It was only my body which left you, for my ultimate Reality still walks behind your Bath chair and meditates about the many paths of your lovely garden. With love.’

and god i just need to copy these entire sections from the wheeler in here because they make me want to sob:

In September 1916 he had been transferred to the pathology lab of a military hospital in Bournemouth, which he loathed (‘no nice cliffs or sea birds, only sand banks and orange peel’), and was appalled to learn the next year that Cherry was poised to become engaged to Christine Davis (‘being unconventional and as near to nature as I can get, it seems all wrong to me that you should have to tie yourself up for the sake of Society’), but he strove, generally, to be optimistic, whereas Cherry was permanently resigned to his destiny. In August 1917 Lillie returned to Lamer for a week. Writing in advance with details of his train to Hatfield, he concluded that, ‘if a motor does not turn up the wings of joy will waft me those four-and-a-half miles bag included. So don’t worry.’ They had a wonderful time together. ‘I do hope,’ Lillie wrote when he was back in horrible Bournemouth, ‘your throat and the rest of you continues to get well and worthy of the sunny spirit which I see under the label ACG.'

though things seemed to be going as well as they could for lillie, shortly before the end of the war in early 1918, he suffered a nervous breakdown and landed in the notorious bethlem mental institution, known as bedlam. he was there for three years, and cherry was barred from visiting him.

he emerged for a short period of time in 1921, seemingly recovered, and took up lecturing in biology again at cambridge, but by the end of that year had relapsed and was institutionalized again.

frank debenham, writing to expedition agent j.j. kinsey in 1927 to solicit funding for SPRI, gave him an update:

Poor old Lillie is in less happy circumstances, the last I heard of him was that he was never likely to get out of Bedlam, a rather ghastly end up for poor old "Ooze's" brilliant promise.

lillie spent the rest of his life in institutions, and lived until the age of 78, dying in 1963. that was four years after the death of his friend cherry—who, despite constant attempts, was never allowed to visit him.

per UK law, lillie's medical records will be sealed until 2063, 100 years after his death, but a post on bethlem's official blog about lillie briefly notes that he was "depressed, delusional and suicidal."

the post also notes, importantly, that his breakdown had nothing whatsoever to do with his antarctic experiences:

The content of his medical notes suggests that the state of mind that brought him to hospital was entirely unrelated to his experiences of 1910-1913. Indeed, they report that “on the whole he felt better during this time”. 

OK, let's end on a nice note. here's a picture of him having a nice time at silas's wedding (i think) with his best friends. RIP lillie, i hope your next life is going well somewhere out there right now 🥲💓

(also another good writeup on lillie with some lovely art can be found on @worstjourney's patreon here!)

#denis lillie #terra nova #polar exploration #this marine biologist is TRANSGENDER !!!

[thehollowwriter]

The Official Bio of Silas Clearcove

Basic Info:

Name: Silas Clearcove

Homeland: The Coral Sea, though he was originally born in the Abyss

Species: Cookie cutter shark mer

Birthday: 12th June

Age: 60

Height/length: 153cm

Dominant hand: Right

Occupation: Butcher

Unique magic: Silas never gave it a name, but he can drain other people's magic (or life force of he really pushes) to fuel his own magic and get rid of blot. He almost never uses it.

Family:

Son: Finn Clearcove

Son: @/distant-velleity 's Chrysos Pendentif (adopted)

Husband: Morrigan Clearcove (deceased)

Unnamed mother-in-law and father-in-law

Unnamed grandfather (deceased)

Sister: Mei (deceased)

Unnamed mother and father (deceased)

Several unnamed siblings and cousins (deceased)

Preferences:

Hobbies: Reading, gardening

Likes: Cooking, music, puzzles, learning new things

Dislikes: Tight spaces, large crowds, the more human appearing mers

Favourite food: Clam Chowder

Least favourite food: Triggerfish

Appearance:

Silas has amthyst eyes and long, curly dark purple hair and beard. His skin, scales, and tail are dark purple with peculiar black markings in some places, and his enture body is riddled with scar tissue. His fins are full of holes and tears. His claws are long, sharp, and black. His teeth are long and sharp and scary. He has visible stretch marks, and he's (finally) starting to get a bit chubby.

Obviously, as a mer, he doesn't wear clothes, but he does wear both his and his husband's courting gifts to each other (necklaces of orca mer + orca teeth) and both their wedding jewellery as well (nautilus shell earings and rings crafted from bone and coral, as well as some hair ornaments)

Personality:

Silas is a gruff, quiet, and serious man with a bit of a sadistic streak. He does have a general no-nonsense attitude, but he is very warm and loving to Finn (and later on Chrysos) and does his best to raise Finn with the love and support he needs. He wants Finn to make friends and is the one who encouraged him to go to NRC in the first place. He's very protective and is aggressive on rare occasions (unlike when he was younger). He's clever and is prone to sarcastic or dry humour. Don't be fooled, he's quite kind when he wants to be, just few get to see it.

Some Fun Facts/Extra Info:

•Silas supplies Mrs Ashengrotto (and later on Azul) with fish along with other meats for her restaurant

•He has a deal with the tweels' parents in which he disposes of their unwanted "prey" (cough enemies cough) in return for their protection

•He is a very powerful sorcerer that is well versed in Abyssal magic

•He can see Finn's siblings as well and doesn't know what to do about them. He wishes they didn't scare Finn so much

•Azul is quite intimidated by him, lol

•Silas likes the octotrio and considers them a good match for Finn

•He allows older teens looking for extra income to work for him part-time

•He's got a soft spot for kids (teens count as kids too to him)

Fic Masterlist

Tagging: @distant-velleity @krenenbaker @cyanide-latte @boopshoops @the-banana-0verlord

@ramshacklerumble @kitwasnothere @officialdaydreamer00 @whspermy-name @theleechyskrunkly

@oya-oya-okay @cynthinesia @minteasketches @elysia-nsimp @skrimpyskimpy

@the-trinket-witch @offorestsongs @ghostiidasponk, here's Papa Clearcove!

If anyone wants to draw him, feel free to! Just be sure to tag me ^^

@poisoned-pearls

#silas clearcove #morrigan clearcove #finn clearcove #chrysos pendentif #azul ashengrotto #jade leech #floyd leech #octavinelle #twisted wonderland #twst oc #oc x canon #oc x oc

[mochinomnoms]

So I recently found your AO3 and like

Do you happen to have any photo ideas on what Yev and the freshmen from PTM look like? <3 Cause they're canon to TWST in my heart (I love all of em so much)

Not really, I have a specific image in my head for each, but just not the time or the full talent to draw more than headshots lol. But I can try to provide references.

I can provide with some generally inspirational pics, as it's always hard to imagine an exact match to a real life person. Yev has a drawing I did here, but you can also imagine him referencing the Peruvian model Patty Wong. Similar to how Vil has a feminine beauty to him, Yev does as well.

James I think would most closely resemble Orlando Bloom as he was in the first two Pirates of the Caribbean movies. I think just a bit darker and with more freckles from being out in the sun. His hair in unkempt often, which infuriates Riddle, but for some reason no one can get it to not be poofy and frizzy. It's cause he needs a curly hair routine, lol.

I don't have a celebrity for Wynfred, but this model I was able to find I think is a pretty good resemblance. He has two slightly longer, braided strands framing his face that have his green moon hair charms. Also, he has a Rosarian (aka TWST British) accent, but it's a very good fake one :)

I had a harder time finding a reference for Marion, it seems that the internet doesn't appreciate chubby men >:( Also, they all have facial hair which Marion doesn't so that made it hard too. But, I think this pic of I think a younger Hozier is a good starting point. Imagine hair long enough to tie back and a bit more chubby cheeks.

Silas was easier to find references for, and they're androgynous, so they have a mix of feminine and masculine beauty to them. Vil and Rook would've loved them if they were around during PTM. I like to imagine that, like Epel, other students mistake them as a girl for a while. Unlike Epel, Silas plays along with it and even dresses up in the dress/skirt versions of the uniforms for some times. At least until they get bored and switch back to a more masculine appearance, which confuses everyone for a moment. When asked, they'll just say "I felt like a guy today, might be a girl tomorrow though!"

Aspen, Tony, and Yakub are all a lot harder to find references for, since they're nonhuman, and I've made some of those features a bit more prominent in their designs. If I were to assign someone to them as a starting point, Aspen I think would be best to refer to Troye Sivan. Tony is a bit easier, as I can very clearly imagine him as a very short young Anthony Ramos, love of my life. And lastly, I need you to hear me how on Yakub, because he's based on Iago who is based on a parrot which are mostly native to southern North, Central, and South Americas. Thus, imagine him as Xolo Maridueña but much taller and a bit darker, and the feather hair is a reference to the Tooth Fairy's own feather hair from Rise of the Guardians.

I'm hoping in the future I can either make the time to draw everyone on my own, or commission someone if I have spare money in the future.

#mochi asks #ptm #womp womp back to work now no more tumblr til i finish my work

[climbthemountain2020]

Hope of Spring - Chapter 25

Friends, we have reached the end!

This was my very first fic that I've written and published, and I can't tell you how much it means to me that you all came along for the ride with me. To those of you who made a habit of following all my updates and regularly commenting, you have no idea how much your comments lit up my day (even when I made you mad lol).

I was so nervous to go out on a limb and share my writing, but this has made me so glad I did. I hope you'll keep an eye out for me--I've got some other good stuff coming :)

And, more than anything, I hope you've enjoyed the story as much as I enjoyed writing it. <3

Now enjoy this tooth-achingly sweet, self-indulgent epilogue! Also on Ao3! Find Ch. 24 here

The sun was setting over the hills of Spring, and the hot day was giving way to a balmy evening of twinkling stars. The fireflies were dancing around the edges of the garden, and mourning doves and crickets could be heard calling out in the twilight. A shriek pierced the evening, as two figures shot from the garden maze, a dead sprint towards the stairs of the house.

“DAD!”

Tamlin was sitting on the stairs, whittling a small horse into an old piece of willow wood, when the two forms burst forward, hurtling toward him. The first figure dove, attempting to reach him in time, but the second figure was too fast, lunging on to the first with a grunt. The first, a boy, bellowed as the second, a girl, smeared a handful of mud down the side of his face.

“Kalliope, stop!” He slapped at her arms and face as she held him town, Tamlin looking over at the two teenagers brawling a few feet away from him.

“I told you it wasn’t going to go over well if she found out that you ate the last tart, Kyron.” The boy rolled then, pushing the girl’s muddy hands back into her own face as she wrinkled her nose and kicked. The twins rolled down the slight hill next to the manor as Tamlin sighed amusedly.

“Where’s Silas?” He called out after the two, still tumbling and now heaving great handfuls of mulch at each other.

“The fish pond.” Kyron gritted out as he slung the two of them into a nearby puddle, Kalliope gasping with rage. Tamlin sighed again, setting his whittling knife and the small figurine down and pushing himself off the steps to go drag his younger son out of the fish pond. Just as he made toward the gardens, a small boy, bright eyed and carrying a bucket, toddled out from the maze. He had sticks and leaves scattered through his light brown hair, a proud look on his face, and was soaked entirely through.

“Dada!” He pointed animatedly to the heavy bucket. “Fiss!” Tamlin peered into the bucket of, indeed, fish, who looked irritated at having been removed from their home. He laughed and ruffled the boy’s hair, trying to brush some of the nature out of it.

“Good job, buddy.”

“Fiss.” He confirmed, then stomped proudly back towards the pond.

Penny walked out on the porch just in time to see Silas walk back among the flowers, Tamlin watching him go and scratching the back of his neck. She hauled the baby she was carrying higher on her hip, then sent a little breeze to him and she began to walk closer. He turned immediately, love in his eyes as he found her.

“Baths tonight?” She asked, lightly.

“Baths tonight,” he confirmed with a laugh, gesturing over his shoulder to the twins, finally done sparring and attempting to brush themselves off. “How’s my Poppy today?” He came and kissed the cheeks of the baby in her arms.

“Your Poppy refuses to take a nap unless someone is holding her.” Penny cooed at the baby in her arms, who giggled and smacked chubby baby hands on Penny’s arms in response.

“Cass and Nes are coming tomorrow and bringing Irina and Osiris. “Kyron perked up at the mention of Irina, then immediately tried to play it off as Kalliope punched him in the side and snickered. He’d had a thing for Cassian and Nesta’s daughter, Irina, for years now. The twins were seventeen, along with Irina and Kit, the second daughter of Lucien and Elain, and the twins had spent almost every other weekend with the two since then. While the four were thick as thieves, Kyron was hung up on Irina in a much more romantic way.

“Maybe you won’t fuck it up and look like a total idiot in front of her this weekend, Kyron.” She smirked.

“Shut up, Kalliope.” He punched his sister in the shoulder as Tamlin sent them both a look.

“They get that mouth from you, you know.” Penny grinned at him and nodded enthusiastically as Silas waddled back out of the maze again, this time with mud adorning his cheeks and a very empty bucket trailing forlornly at his side.

“Fiss went home.” He shrugged sadly, as Tamlin came to scoop him up.

“It’s alright, sweet boy. We can go see the fish again with Osiris tomorrow, hm?” Osiris, the hulking, four-year old, sweet-as-a-button carbon copy of Cassian, was Silas’ very best friend. The little boy's eyes lit up.

“Siris!”

“Yeah, buddy. He’ll be here tomorrow.”

The group had all grown up together, their parents staying close after the war. Nyx, Nova, Sirene, and Kieran, the four oldest, had been the ones who’d taught Penny and Tamlin all about children–and also encouraged them to wait for a decade or so before trying for their own. The little winged Night Court heirs were all wild will and energy. Their cousin Sirene and her cousin Kieran were wild bursts of fire everywhere they went. The oldest four were off most of the time now, Nyx and Nova training in the Illyrian Steppes much of the time, Sirene shadowing her grandparents in Day, and Kieran learning how to help run Autumn as the heir.

When Tamlin and Penny finally had their fill of quiet and sleeping and decided to try for children of their own, they’d immediately been blessed with twins. Around the same time, Nesta and Cassian had Irina, and Lucien and Elain had Kit, and thus the second group of kids were born. Now, the group of teenagers was always fighting–with each other and everyone else. If you saw dust clouds kicking up or a tavern about to erupt into a brawl, it was certain you’d find the four of them there.

A third wave had hit all the friends another few years past that, which provided them with Osiris, Silas, and Azriel and Gwyn’s daughter, Catrin. The three were a wobbly mess of toddler antics, always sticky, muddy, or otherwise.

Finally, Lucien and Elain had just been graced with a third, their first boy, while earlier in the year Poppy and Nira, Feyre and Rhys’ third and final child, had been born the same month.

More often than Penny would admit, she would think back to that first time in the Night Court, where she’d sat under the stars with Feyre and Nova, shushing the sweet babe to sleep and allowing herself to wonder for the first time if any of this could be possible for her. She had shared her dreams with Feyre, even though she’d never been tempted to tell anyone before, and Feyre had pushed her. Told her it was possible for her to have that here.

Sometimes, she couldn’t believe how much time had passed. They all looked the same except the children–time meant almost nothing to her anymore. Since the war, they’d lived in a period of peace in Prythian, which made being High Lady of Spring a relatively easy job. After the dust had settled, they’d set up a series of town halls in the village, allowing the people to speak about what bothered them. At first, the people were hesitant, but Penny set up an anonymous system of reporting. Once they realized that the things they suggested were being taken to heart and no one was getting singled out, they became more comfortable with sharing and speaking openly about changes they wished to see.

Over the years, the town halls gave way to a council that helped with ruling over Spring. Ideas were shared willingly and enthusiastically, and votes were often held between the different provinces. As had been the plan, the tithe was done away with, and the people flourished for it. The celebrations were resurrected across the holidays in Spring, and Penny and Tamlin had had their fair share of Calanmais together, too–one of which was almost certainly responsible for Poppy. Spring was a place like it had never been before, and trust had been restored in its rulers.

In the summers, the children would spend the majority of their time in the Night Court. When they were young, they would help Elain in the kitchen or the gardens, or paint with Feyre in her studio on the Rainbow. As they grew older, some chose to train with the Valkyries or Azriel and Cassian, though they’d had to break up and separate Kalliope, Kyron, Kit, and Irina on a number of occasions.

In the deep winter, when Velaris was so cold that training was miserable, they’d all travel to Spring and return the favor, spending long warm days outside identifying plants, learning archery, horseback riding, and about all the creatures that lurked in the woods. It was a great exchange, and it allowed all the friends and their children to stay close. As the children grew and Lucien and Elain moved to Day, the warm summers were spent in the sun, running through the towns of white marble and down to the gentle slopes of the sea. It had been a wonderful few decades of peace and memory-making.

Tamlin pressed his lips to Penny’s temple. “It’s the last day of the month, yes?” She perked up.

“Yes! I went into town for it the other day. I’ll run get it and have Tally start the baths up. Stay here.” she handed him Poppy, and raced into the house. She ran into her old bedroom, now mostly storage for items they weren’t currently using and grabbed for the cloak on the bed. She’d purchased one at the seamstress in town this week, as she did the last week of every month. She grabbed it off the bed, wrapped it up gently in tissue paper, and went back to Tamlin so that they could go put it out in the woods by the birch trees.

On her way out, she ran into Tally.

“Baths?” Tally asked, amusedly.

“Baths.” Penny nodded, with a laugh.

Before she made it to the doors, she paused, taking a few steps out of her way to run her hands across the cracks that remained in the walls and floor by the eastern corner of the foyer. Out of the window, she could see Tamlin, baby pulled to his chest, chasing Kyron and Kalliope around the yard, now also covered in mud courtesy of the twins. Silas trampled behind them, roaring and tossing mud around a few steps away, all of them laughing uproariously.

She let her fingers trail along the cracks once more, a smile on her face, and she held the cloak close and walked out into the evening sky of Spring.

#a court of thorns and roses #acotar #elucien #tamlin #tamlin x oc #feysand #gwynriel #tamlin oc #tamdemption #tamlins hea #hope of spring

[changingplumbob]

Knightstone Household: Chapter 8, Part 5

Today Silas heads off for his first day of school, Suzanna works with Pollock to try reach more milestones and Silas wants a real piano.

Nicknames Suzanna is Mummy or Starlight Adam is Pops or My Heart Silas is Starshine Pollock is Pol or Moondust If Pollock is trying to babble real words they will be in brackets

Adam: Did you let your brother get a good sleep? He’s got a big day today

Pollock: Ye ra po (yes Pops)

Silas is sitting having breakfast still in his disguise.

Suzanna: Are you going to wear your disguise to school

Silas: Probably Mummy. I don’t want to hide that I’m an alien but for my first few days I’d rather not stick out

Suzanna: Your choice. We'll see you when you get home okay

Silas: Yes Mummy, look after Pol for me

Suzanna: *chuckles*

Adam: So he’s been fed and changed, all set

Suzanna: Thanks Adam

Adam: No worries, I just will be busy cleaning before my shift

Suzanna: Of course, now Moondust, who’s ready to try some… ice cream!

Adam: Wait... Ice cream for breakfast?

Suzanna: Not breakfast. You said it yourself, he’s already had milk

Adam: I don’t know Pollock, sounds like she’s trying to fatten you up already

Suzanna: Nothing wrong with a chubby infant Adam

Suzanna goes to get some carrots to try next while Adam begins to vacuum the house. Pollock wonders what is going on and in the end is overwhelmed by the noise, bursting into tears.

Suzanna: Do you have to vacuum just there Adam

Adam: You know queuing it for nooks and crannies can be tricky

Suzanna: Come on then Pollock, we’ll head outside and let Pops clean

Suzanna scoops Pollock up and Adam calls after them.

Adam: Sorry son, good luck calming down

Suzanna: You can go here with all the stars and mummy will just pump before she tends the garden. Go on Pollock, touch the stars

Pollock: *giggles* Noo be star (I’m with the star)

Suzanna: You said star? You said star! Well done Moondust, you’ll be talking in no time

Pollock: Fo star um (Stars are fun Mummy)

Inside, Adam makes sure to get rid of the basement dust. Outside, Pollock spends time happily batting the stars around before switching to some solo tummy time. Suzanna happily tends her garden but can’t help wondering what’s happening at the lab while she’s using her watcher given maternity leave.

Pollock has his nap while Adam goes to work but Suzanna wakes him up just before Silas gets home.

Suzanna: Let’s have some milk then we can go see how Silas did on his first day, huh? Won’t that be exciting

Pollock: *burps*

Suzanna: I knew you would agree

Pollock: *giggles*

Suzanna: How was your day Starshine

Silas: Pretty good. Although my teacher told me off for not doing an assignment

Suzanna: ...but it was your first day

Silas: Exactly! They didn't like me pointing that out. Anyway we did some art after lunch and I made you something

Suzanna: You did? Okay let’s have a look here. A unicorn picture? Oh it’s a masterpiece. We’ll have to make sure we show your Pops huh, he'll be impressed

*grinding noise*

Suzanna: Stupid washing machine. I have to go fix it, could you watch Pollock for a minute? Unless you have homework

Silas: I’ve already done my homework Mummy

Pollock: He la boo (Hi brother)

Silas: Hey Pol. Have you been good today? I bet you missed me, I missed you *blows raspberry*

Silas takes a seat at the table and begins pulling funny faces. Pollock happily giggles until he covers his face.

Silas: Pol? Do you need a rest

Pollock: *removes hands* BOO

Silas: *laughs* Oh you scared me good! Are you the peek a boo champ now? Are you?

Pollock: *giggles happily*

Silas: MUMMY! Pol learned how to do peek a boo

Suzanna: He did? That’s impressive when he normally bursts into tears if we try. Could you set the table while I take care of somebody’s diaper? Your Pops should be home really soon

Suzanna takes Pollock to the nursery bathroom where he does his best to scoot away.

Suzanna: Oh no no no, we are not having another blowout Moondust. Come here!

Pollock: *giggles and scoots*

Adam comes home with good news, he’s reached level 9 of his Art Critic job, Syndicated Superstar. But even superstars have to make dinner.

Silas: Hey Pops, you know how you got me that piano book for my birthday

Adam: I do. I wanted to get you guitar but your mum told me I’m not allowed to make you a clone of me

Silas: *laughs* I don’t mind learning piano. But Pops… I think it would go better if I had… you know… an actual piano to practice on

Suzanna: Okay Pollock, I know you don’t like being carried. So can we try to crawl? Crawl for Mummy

Pollock: Do at ow (Do what now)

Suzanna: So you’ll need to push, push yourself on to your hands and knees, just like when you learned to creep

Pollock: I ow (right now)

Suzanna: Come on Moondust, crawl to Mummy, crawl to Mummy

Pollock: *tries, fails, cries*

Suzanna: Is dinner ready yet

Adam: As soon as Silas stops distracting me

Silas: Hey! I’m helping Pops

Adam: And…

Silas: *sighs* and trying to convince him to get me a piano

Suzanna: An actual noise making piano? You do remember we have a sensitive infant

Silas: But Mummy he won’t be an infant forever

Adam: Tell you what, you do the dishes and your mum and I will talk about it

Silas clears the table while Suzanna gets Pollock ready for sleep then she tucks her eldest in bed.

Silas: I lost my tooth today Mummy

Suzanna: Did you put it under your pillow

Silas: Yes. Do you think the tooth fairy will really come

Suzanna: You just wait, when you wake up you’ll see they came

Adam is messing about upstairs when Suzanna heads up to bed.

Suzanna: You want to get a piano for our kid who can't play

Adam: Can't play yet. And not just a piano. I seem to have lost my guitar in the move so I need one of those

Suzanna: *smiles* Then it’s good you got a raise with your promotion huh

Adam: Are you impressed

Suzanna: I don’t know. I think I’ll have to see more of your talent to decide

Adam: Deal

The tooth fairy did indeed visit Silas and he scored some sweet simoleons. Other tooth fairy propaganda of course but mainly simoleons. Since Suzanna did bedtime Adam gets Pollock up and fed before taking him for a morning bath. It seems like Pollock is all smiles today and Adam remembers what Suzanna said about needing to enjoy the time. Yeah, Pollock as an infant is pretty cute.

Adam: All clean, time to get on with our day

Adam puts Pollock down by the blocks. Pollock scoots over and begins trying to pick them up, laughing to himself the entire time. Adam meanwhile tells the delivery service where to place the piano and begins breaking in his new guitar. The cloud will definitely be something to get used to.

Out in the garden Suzanna is delighted to find that several of the plants are ready to evolve. It may have been all replanted with the move but it’s coming along nicely. When she heads inside she finds that Pollock has learnt a new skill, putting his foot in his mouth. Then we have some routing drama (post to follow because I lost my mind) and only get things resolved as Adam leaves for work.

Suzanna gets Pollock settled for his nap and pumps as he drifts off to sleep. Silas is delighted to arrive home and discover the piano. After his homework he sits down and begins plunking away. While Pollock continues to sleep Suzanna starts on a task she keeps putting off, necessary upgrades. First up are some additions to the sink.

Next up, the oven needs a tune up. Of course all that meddling with the sink has left puddles over the floor. Thank goodness these ones are just water (iykyk). Suzanna wakes Pollock for a dinner bottle then, when Adam arrives home, the family take a human picture together on the porch.

Adam cooks and Silas sets the table while Suzanna again works with Pollock. With oodles of encouragement he… falls and rolls on to his back. Then from lying down he begins to sparkle, the milestone music starts, and we officially have a crawling infant!

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#sims 4 #the sims #the sims 4 #ChangingPlumbobStorytime #KnightstoneHousehold #AdamKnightstone #PolKnightstone #SilasKnightstone #SuzannaKnightstone #simblr #R0807

[chaoslulled]

salem barak + humans & devils.

it's strange, this space that he exists in where he is devil  &  he is human all in one.  it's strange, the way that he has to dictate what his heart thinks is disgust  &  what can actually be just loathing for the way that things have turned out.

on one hand, he is a devil,  &  hatred for humans comes naturally.  they smell off, they act off,  &  all around just aren't pleasant to be around.  they'll sell parts of themselves for contracts with the things they fear in order to think they have some semblance of power,  &  then it's uprooted  &  they act so surprised when it happens.  when they have to pay up their end of the bargain for use of said power.  they are vile creatures that are just scrambling, desperate, with no way to really find their own trajectory.  it's tragic, really, in their own demise sort of way.

it's complicated, the way that he had been with anthony silas for twenty four years, quite literally since his birth.  since he looked down into a baby stroller  &  seen the chubby faced idiot  &  thought oh, humans are actually very ugly.  but then he looked at the parents, seen the pride  &  joy,  &  something had twisted in him.  it wasn't just fear  ––  the thing all devils are made up of.  no, it had been the first time he had felt a different emotion coming off of humans.  &  it had been addicting.

he had no humanoid body.  like liquid, like rain  ––  he appeared in reflections, settled around them like a protective netting.  fed off of the happiness that they felt, off of the sheer joy when days were sunny  &  anthony got to play in the park.  off of the way that he chased thunder storms away  &  left a terrified baby to be lulled into a comfortable sleep.  it was unheard of, but the silas family was his own.  he has claimed them, had kept devils away  ––  &  that had been enough for him.

for years, it had been more than enough. 

then anthony had started dating anita when he was twenty  &  he felt what love between two others felt like.  it was different from the seasoned love that his parents had had  ;  it was new, bustling.  exciting.  &  salem had fed off of that too  ––  had made sure days were clear for picnics, only bringing the downpour once they were safe inside.  gave them nudges with the weather too  ––  like when he blew wind to knock him into anita in order to ensure their first kiss because both of them had been dancing around it.

&  he was there the day public safety showed themselves, chasing after a low grade devil that was making a mess of downtown.  they had shown up recklessly with guns  &  new comers who couldn't handle their contracts.  &  anita had been in the way.  &  her blood had stained anthony's hands longer than it had taken for the ambulance to come.  longer than the grave that she sat in.

&  humans are tricky  ––  they're terrible  &  awful  &  all sorts of things, but he thinks the worst is how lonely they feel when everything is taken away from them.  when they've bit down on their own sadness  &  can't swallow it but can't do without it either.  he couldn't do anything.  he watched anthony fading away into himself.  he started letting the rainy days come  ––  because it matched how the boy felt, anyway.

&  that day on the roof, salem had tried to stop him.  he had managed to solidfy himself for long enough to grab anthony's arm as he stood at the edge, begged him not to do it.  begged him to fight through it.  but anthony had just smiled at him  &  thanked him  &  agreed to give his body over for a fiend without salem even asking.  salem's shock had been enough to lose the form of his arm.  anthony slipped through his fingers.

the sound sticks with him, even now.  he remembers the roar of everything in his own ears.  remembers unleashing a category three hurricane on the coast of california as his own pain  &  anger slipped free.

he doesn't like humans.  they're too fragile.  they're too complicated.  they're too full of mistakes  &  loneliness  &  relying on other people.  they're full of too many emotions that don't suit them.  they're too eager to throw their lives away via contract or other means,  &  he thinks he hates them for that, too.

but that doesn't stop him from changing his posture once a month  ––  slouches his shoulders a little more, forces himself to calm a bit more, forces his face into something neutral that isn't a sneer.  takes his piercings out  &  heads to that little town just outside of san diego.  visits anthony's parents  &  pretends to be him  ––  because it is kinder than letting them know that their son is dead  &  he is a devil wearing his body.  it doesn't matter that anthony gave him permission.  it doesn't matter that it is salem's, now.  what matters is that they don't deserve something like that on their hands.

so he plays the role of good son  :  brings his mother flowers, talks sports with his father.  cooks dinner or makes a big reservation  &  doesn't sneer at the other humans all throughout the night.  but at the end of the day he is still devil  &  when he heads home, he feels the weight of it.  of the pretending.  of what he's loss.

but that doesn't mean that he's on the side of devils, either.  they are selfish  &  dicks  &  feed off of fear like it's their new favorite drug.  they are crass  &  make contracts for the fun of it.

but most importantly, they aren't free.  public safety is constantly nabbing them off of the streets, making contracts or killing them  ––  making sure that even the reincarnations are watched.  they are the watch dogs  &  the big enemy.  they have taken everything from anthony, therefore they have taken everything from salem.

&  he is forever seeing them out of the corner of his eye.  they force him to make contracts.  the hallucinated fear of the power they take feeds the other devils.  he finds no joy in it.

but at the end of the day they aren't devil or human.  they are something far nastier  &  in between.  he doesn't like them, either.

#oc. ❝ salem barak ⧽ ❪ headcanons ❫ #cw suicide mention

[theleechyskrunkly]

Do not ever chill out with the questions I love them

Okay so technically the sense of dread people get around Finn is caused only by the ghosts. If they weren't there it would just be "lmao chubby short gu- oh shit what are those teeth-"

Azul definitely sensed it, as did the tweels, but they got used to it over time.

Silas just has this... aura about him. He's seen things. He knows things. Done things. It's literally just a blaring siren of "do not fuck with me" even if Azul is 5x his size.

As for Finn's magic... I've been thinking about that, actually. Both his parents are extremely powerful mages. His geat grandfather was an absolute master of abyssal magic. He can use both abyssal magic and regular magic. He's definitely very powerful, and more magic sensitive students can 100% sense it. I can imagine that's why Azul began talking to Finn the first place: to try to take advantage of his magical power. Finn was very clear about no contracts, though.

He could easily usurp Azul if I think about it. Or Riddle if he was in Heartslabyul. His reflexes are fast as fuck, he'd be casting some creepy abyss spell before Riddle can say "Off-".

I think we should all be thanking the Seven Finn has no interest in that sort of thing and just wants to be left alone.

Hey you know how people say that those who've had near death experiences can see ghosts??? Does that apply to the Finn's siblings? Or are they just slightly visible like they are for Silas?

Cuz if they can be seen, even if just slightly, then Paige would be aware of the ghosts!

And Silas just has that alpha male aura trust 🙏‼️

#Azul can't handle Silas's sigma male behavior 🙄/j #Paige is hyper aware of surrounding magic #So he definitely knows something is up #But he won't address it unless necessary #twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #quinny 🐙 #Twst ocs #finn clearcove #Paige Pegasus

[ask-emilz-de-philz]

LUH LATE PALA AKO SA ANNOUNCEMENT! THANK YOU HC FOR THE WONDERFUL CONTENT THIS YEAR. I ENJOY EVERY BIT OF IT. (kahit pinaiyak mo kami ◉‿◉ ) Too bad we'll see maki and malik in another time, miss ko na sila. But as saying goes we must move forward eme huehwosbdonf

OH SYA NASAAN NA SI EMIL NA MISS KO NA CHUBBY CHEEKS NIYA HEHEHE-

(( ;w; ))

#adminrep

[nikoldragonne12]

(Old post)

Despicable Me AU - info (part 2)

In my AU Gru wasn't 11¾ years old during the "Minions: The Rise of Gru" movie - I moved his birthday to June;

Birth dates, zodiac signs and sexualities of canon/existing characters (note: some info is from wiki and some of it is by me - info from wiki is even a little changed, so it fits the timeline which I slightly changed):

Gru - 19th June 1964; Gemini = the Twins; heteroromantic gray-asexual 

Dru - 19th June 1964; Gemini = the Twins; homosexual 

Lucy - 8th March 1978; Pisces = the Fish; heterosexual 

Margo - 27th August 2002; Virgo = the Maiden; bisexual 

Edith - 13th January 2004; Capricorn = the Sea-Goat; aromantic asexual 

Agnes - 29th April 2007; Taurus = the Bull; heterosexual

Marlena - 6th February 1931; Aquarius = the Water-Bearer; heterosexual 

Dr. Nefario - 28th July 1931; Leo = the Lion; heterosexual 

Victor "Vector" - 15th February 1975; Aquarius = the Water-Bearer; heteroromantic asexual 

Mr. Perkins - 23rd December 1943; Capricorn = the Sea-Goat; heterosexual 

Eduardo - 29th July 1973; Leo = the Lion; demiromantic demisexual

Antonio - 3rd November 2001; Scorpio = the Scorpion; heterosexual 

Balthazar - 19th July 1973; Cancer = the Crab; pansexual 

Silas - 16th February 1946; Aquarius = the Water-Bearer; heterosexual 

Valerie - 26th March 1969; Aries = the Ram; aromantic asexual 

Scarlet - 1st August 1928; Leo = the Lion; heterosexual 

Herb - 2nd October 1927; Libra = the Scales; heterosexual 

Henry "Wild Knuckles" - 29th May 1902; Gemini = the Twins; heterosexual

Heights of canon/existing characters were added and/or changed (sorry, we're not using feet and inches in our country):

Gru - 186 cm

Dru - 188 cm

Lucy - 196 cm (190 cm without shoes)

Margo - 170 cm (currently; formerly 152 cm)

Edith - 165 cm (currently; formerly 127 cm)

Agnes - 160 cm (currently; formerly 108 cm)

Marlena - 158 cm

Dr. Nefario - 180 cm

Victor "Vector" - 178 cm

Mr. Perkins - 200 cm

Eduardo - 170 cm (formerly 187 cm)

Antonio - 155 cm

Balthazar - 195 cm

Silas - 193 cm

Valerie -  193 cm (187 cm without shoes)

Scarlet - 187 cm

Herb - 205 cm

Henry "Wild Knuckles" - 206 cm

Bob - 50 cm

Stuart - 59 cm

Chubby minions - 61 cm

Middle-height minions - 62 to 64 cm

Otto - 120 cm

Tall minions - 125 cm

Minions are actually very intelligent creatures but the male tribe has a tendency to hide it with their language  and with playful, childish and frolic behavior;

The female tribe doesn't hide intelligence, most of the minion girls is still playful and frolic, though - sometimes even more than the boys;

Some minions (in both tribes) are serious and less frolic, of course;

Balthazar has a daughter he never met - despite his megalomaniac personality, he had a girlfriend who he eventually left behind on his villainous way;

Her name was Roselle Moreau and she didn't tell Balthazar she's pregnant when he was leaving because she felt he wouldn't stay anyway;

Balthazar's daughter is named Colette Moreau, she's 21 years old (b. 5th October 2002; Libra = the Scales) and she's a shy and reserved yet very talented hobby dancer and a university student of Philosophy (Toronto university);

Colette doesn't know exactly who her father is/was because Roselle doesn't want to talk about him - she only told her daughter her father was a jerk and a criminal, so Collete isn't looking for him;

Fact: Balthazar is Canadian, was born there and was living there until the age of 11 - I made this headcanon because of how he spoke French in Despicable Me 3 without any problems. My first thoughts of why his French is so good were that he's either somebody who's good at learning languages or somebody whose native language is French (which appealed to me more) - however, I would expect him to have at least a slight French accent if he was meant to be from France (which is characteristic for one of my OCs of this AU). That's why I decided to put Balthazar in a country that has two official languages and one of them is French (so the accent doesn't have to be there) - I eventually chose Canada;

After 'Despicable Me 3", the male minion tribe divided - a bigger part of them ran away with Dru while the rest of the tribe, those who weren't willing to become villains again, stayed with Gru;

Mel (full name "Melvin" in my AU) is the actual alpha of the male minion tribe and the one who's in charge of Dru's group of minions;

Kevin, the second in charge, stayed with Gru and became an alpha of the smaller group of the minions at Gru's house - his reasons for it were simple: he developed slight PTSD after being in prison, he didn't feel any anger towards Gru anymore and was able to renew his loyalty and the most important, he himself wasn't interested in crime anymore and just wanted to have a nice and calm life;

A small chicken minion from "Minions: The Rise of Gru" is still alive - he lost almost all his feathers (except some feathers on his head and arms), his beak reformed into normal minion mouth, his teeth grew and even his arms and legs became more minion-like;

He also talks normally;

My headcanon: Stuart named his "child" Chico - it means "kid/boy" in Spanish and it also sounds like "chicken", a little. Chico is a complete opposite of his father: silent, shy, gentle, polite yet filled with energy. He stayed with Dave after Despicable Me 3 while Stuart ran away with Dru - Chico misses his dad but doesn't feel any anger towards him.

Fact: Minions can breed in my AU;

Mel is the oldest male minion and has seven younger brothers, (including Steve and Stuart, who's actually the youngest brother), as well as a big number of cousins;

This also means Chico is Mel's nephew;

Lucy left her relatives (those who are alive) because she wanted to take revenge on that villain who murdered her parents, grandparents and great-grandmother;

Her relatives didn't agree and one of them (Lucy's aunt, specifically) even got in an argument with Lucy, which ended up by Lucy leaving;

Lucy still feels guilty for leaving them behind and would be happy to meet them again, she doesn't have enough courage to return and fix the relationship with them, however;

Fact: Gru knows only a part of Lucy's past because she doesn't like to talk about it - he respects her and doesn't ask about it but he also told her if she ever needs to tell him, he will listen and help her;

Minions are almost immortal - they can't be injured by a lot of common things, they can't die of old age, however, there are some ways they can injure themselves and even ways they can die (for example beasts created by PX-41 serum can make them injuries they can't heal completely and they can even kill the minions);

Bonus fact!: Minions Mike and Ken (from "Panic in the Mailroom") survived the attack of three mutated kittens and currently lives with the female minion tribe;

They're covered with scars, one of Ken's eyes is missing, Mike is limping on his leg and they both also have PTSD, but otherwise they're doing pretty well;

Both Mike and Ken got married to two beautiful minion girls named Coco and Caroline "Carrie" - there are also some rumors among the female tribe saying Carrie might be pregnant;

#despicable minions #despicable me #despicableme #dm #dm au #despicable me au #minions #the minions #minions the rise of gru

[miyuzarry]

A Piece of History (9,1)

LAST NEXT

Melody: Are you serious? She is the witch that cursed him?

Theodora: Yep. I'm afraid so. But... It's weird. The writing here says her name is Midriana Elyse Braxton!

Melody: Could she be related to you guys?-

Maid: Your Royal Highnesses, i'm bringing Lord Aramis.

Melody: Oh dear, thank you!

Maid: Of course. *curtsies and leaves*

Theodora: Oh my goodness, look at him!

Melody: Yeah, my chubby little baby.

Aramis: Awweh

Theodora: Oh, now to your question. I don't know. I've never heard of her in any lesson i've ever had. She must have married into the family at some point, though.

Melody: Oof. What about the family tree? Can't you check it?

Theodora: It's quite large, actually. I've had a copy of it somewhere. I don't think I'll find it there.

Melody: Don't be silly. Now that you get closer to an answer you back off with excuses. Let's check this out! It's a one in a lifetime thing.

Theodora: *sigh* I suppose you're right.

Melody: Let's look for the Family tree. Where is it?

Theodora: I'm afraid I only have a small part of it. We'd have to go to the library to see the original.

Melody: That's even better. Let's do this, and finally finish this complicated mess that Silas caused.

By the way, I don't think he is so innocent himself. Like, a witch curse? Bro must have done something horrendous.

Theodora: To be honest I've never thought about the cause until a few months ago. Sometimes Silas isn't so talkactive himself. I'm an idiot for not think about this.

Melody: He sounds manipulative, so don't worry about it. Ary, baby boy. Let's get you to your daddy first.

#elthonia #s4legacy #s4history #s4royalty #elthonianroyals #princesstheodora #braxtonbts #Apieceofhistory #Melody #PrincessMelody #DuchessMelodyofMoryk

[drayners]

Silas, Teal Toymaker! :) This jolly dragon is eager to please. He delights in making toys for hatchlings and will talk to just about anyone about his favorite toys. He is chubby and friend-shaped :))

#fr fanart #flight rising #flight rising art #obelisk #he is so soft. perfect for hugs. #dragon art #dragon oc

[talkinghead1968]

tagged by silas @muirneach thank u :^))) !!!!

last song: the twist by chubby checker (on a cd last night lol)

last movie: pet sematary

curently watching: i have been meaning to start watching the bear but man i am so bad at watching tv

currently reading: the deep by nick cutter and handcrafted modern: at home with mid-century designers by leslie williamson

current obsession: ngl i am rebuilding my animal crossing town from the ground up because i havent touched the game in over a year and it’s giving me something to do

just gonna tag clara my friend clara <3 @acidgirl

#tagged in #thank u again silas <3 #megan talks

[si7as]

@thatsohkai​  |  CLOSED  starter  !

it  was  a  long  morning  since  silas  had  woken  up  early,  preparing  himself  for  today’s  event  with  a  long  shower  +  a  brief  modelling  session  in  the  mirror;  his  attempt  at  picking  an  outfit  ended  in  a  simple  graphic  shirt  on  top  of  black  jeans.  arriving  a  few  minutes  early  to  the  fine  arts  museum,  he  sat  down  on  a  bench  +  tugged  out  his  phone  to  text  kai;  letting  the  older  male  know  he  had  arrived.  adding  that  he  had  already  paid  for  their  tickets.  he  was  adamant  about  paying.

putting  away  his  phone,  silas  leaned  back  on  the  bench  with  his  long  legs  stretched  out;  tapping  the  top  of  his  sneakers  together  as  his  eyes  landed  on  the  fountain  in  front  of  him.  it  was  surrounded  by  beautiful  flowers  and  bumble  bees  were  flying  around  him,  collecting  pollen  so  gracefully;  their  chubby  bodies  were  so  cute  that  he  couldn’t  help  but  smile.  the  view  was  so  nice  that  he  didn’t  mind  waiting  on  his  friend.  this  was  fine.

#+ STARTERS. #+ FOR KAI.

[huminahon]

Ngayon na lang ata ulit ako na sleep paralysis. Weird lang kasi hindi ko alam na tulog ako hahaha. Few mins before 5 AM ako nagising. Hindi naman ako makatulog ulit after gawin yung dahilan bat ako nagising. Tapos nagreply ako sa mga reply nung mga pinagsendan ko ng comment sa FB story kagabi 😂 at nagmessage din si Ate Michelle na nag aalok ng panindang chicken sotanghon soup.

[panaginip na pala ito pero hindi ko pa alam]

Pumasok si Ate Michelle dito sa kwarto, nag aalok ng paninda, WEIRD kasi bat sya pumasok sa kwarto. Edi parang nahiya ako kaya umorder na ako. May inabot syang plastic ng ice candy na may lamang juice sa loob. Ang weird lang kasi nabutas tas ininom ko? Wth hindi ko alam bat ko ininom???? Inubo ako kasi parang nagdry yung throat ko and I can feel my body sa position nang pagkakahiga ko. Nakatihaya tas ung right hand ko nasa ilalim ng unan ko sa ulo then yun left hand nasa noo ko. Dun ko narealize na panaginip lang. Nagtransition ng panaginip pero ganun pa rin pwesto ko. Nasa kwarto ako ng resort tas pumasok daw asawa ng closest college buddy ko, kinukwento nya na nagbuhos daw ng tubig sa pader mga college buddies ko tapos hindi raw nila magawang tignan yung pader kasi may nakita raw sila. Tas sabi ko, "ahh oo nga po e, kaya ang ingay nila kanina." Tas sabi niya, "Alam mo ba Nem kung anong nakita nila?--" naputol na yung sinasabi ni Sir kasi may dumantay sa hita ko. Babaeng chubby na nakablack leggings, tas nagstart na mamanhid both legs ko. Alam ko na na sleep paralysis na, namanhid na rin yung right chest ko kung saan nakapatong yun ulo. Ilang beses ko sinubukan gumalaw like I used to do para mastop yung paralysis pero failed lagi. Sa pang 4th and/or 5th may naririnig akong deep voice na hindi maintindihan na bumubulong saken. At ang tapang ko kasi pilit kong nililingon, gusto ko makita. Gusto ko harapin, f2f at sabihin na footspa, hindi ko sya maintindihan wala siyang subtitle!!! Tas naririnig ko ate ko, na nagsasabing, "Be, binabangungot ka" pero di naman nya ako ginagalaw. Usually, kapag may nagmmake sound habang tulog samin, ginigising ni ate e. Pero weird kasi hindi nya ako ginigising. Yung pang 7th kong try, narinig ko si Ate sabi nya, "Be nakatulala ka" dun ko narealized na ay hindi si ate to, kasi kung si ate tong naririnig ko... Gigisingin nya na ako. Saka natutulog ako panong nakatulala? Yung pang 8th kong try, finally nagising na ako. Hindi ko pa-move legs ko then sleeping safe and sound pa si ate sa kama nya.

Isa pa yun sa weird, 8 times or 9 times na sleep paralysis loop. Yun akala ko gising na ako pero manhid at biglang di makahinga pa rin.

#prsnl #kwento #sleep paralysis