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partiallypearl · 4 months
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A LOOK INTO THE OTHERWORLD'S REALMS:
S for Solaria
the strongest realm in the otherworld, solaria's control over the other realms is undeniable. with alfea – the most prosperous school of magic and specialism of all – within it's borders, the power that queen luna reigns over is immense.
Royal Family
Queen Luna - Reigning queen of Solaria and the otherworld as a whole. Stella’s mother. Beyond fucked in the head.
Prince Arthur - Prince. Heir presumptive to the Solarian throne - 2nd after Stella. Luna’s half brother. Overseer of the Royal Archives.
Princess Stella - Crown Princess. Goes to Alfea. Mommy issues to the max.
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fitztragedy · 4 months
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widadsadki · 1 year
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Fate adults as the seven deadly sins (poems)
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myalchod · 2 months
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Whatever happens within this hall remains between her and her soldiers, a secret promise that binds them alone no matter the form it takes. Except, that is, in times like these. A specialist swears his oath to the Solarian crown while his fairy stands as witness. (Except nothing is ever quite that simple.)
A fill written for the Winxsource Kinkmeme Wholesale event, because I swore I'd get something new done before the deadline. Pardon me while I shove half a dozen unfinished ideas under the rug for later.
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After Rosalind escapes from prison and starts sending Luna death threats, Farah is pulled out of retirement to come work for the Queen's Guard. At first, neither of them are particularly happy about the assignment. But as Rosalind's threats get more real and the job forces them closer and closer together, they both begin to realize that having to be close to and vulnerable with another person just might not be the worst thing in the world.
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penflicks · 7 months
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inlovewithfairies · 2 years
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I began the fucking season thinking ohhhh this is like a fanficccc💕✨️💕✨️💕✨️💕
And ended the season so SAD like wtf was that
AND WORST OF ALL! for me ALL THE FANON WORLD, EVERY SINGLE PIECE THERE THAT COULD BE REAL! THEY FOUND A WAY TO DESTROY IT! EVERYTHING!
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redhairedgirl95 · 8 months
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like mother, like daughter
Luna to Cassandra: Oh, I forgot that you existed. or Stella to Chimera: Oh, I forgot that you existed.
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atrxides · 1 year
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in the middle of the night i woke up to see you posting about how brilliant the silrah community is even if there are some weirdos in the fandom and i just wanted to echo that. I'm not a huge connoisseur of media, I've only seriously written for 5ish fandoms, but nothing in my experience compares to how supportive Silrah fans are for each other. it's QUALITY support, too, not just "please write more!" or "part 2!" It's thoughtful engagement, long comments, reblogging, hyping each other up, literally everything you could ask for in a fandom. Thanks for being part of that 💕
(accidentally deleted that post because I wanted to edit and I didn't repost it sorry lol but for context someone -not for the first time- made unprovoked rude comments on one of my silrah posts on insta and titkok and it just made me once again appreciate how much I love the fate adults tumblr community for being respectful and generally encouraging each other's headcanons <3)
But yes I absolutely, 100% agree with you. I have been part of so many fandoms, but none of them will ever be like the silrah fandom. Not only the fact that I've made some amazing and talented friends because of it, but it's honestly just so peaceful and I have seen nothing but respect for people's different headcanons and ideas for the characters.
The ftws adults fandom in general is just my comfort space and I just love it so much. And, like you said, it's such an engaging community as well, like people like to discuss what you've written and they are always so supportive it's so refreshing. In addition to being able to talk about silrah for hours, I could also talk about the fandom for hours cause it's just amazing 🫂💞
I absolutely love you guys and thank you, and all the other silrah/ftws adults fans for creating such a comforting and creatively nurturing environment <3
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loulislife · 1 year
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How strange is it, that after all, we are strangers again?
Headcanon: Farah & Luna were best friends. But after Luna got crowned and Farah became Rosalind's protégé, their ways parted and their friendship shattered into pieces
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partiallypearl · 4 months
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I'll love you 'til you call the cops on me But in our darkest hours, I stumbled on a secret power I'll find a way to be without you, babe
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fitztragedy · 1 year
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ftws adults + colors & meaning
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witchingshcdows · 2 years
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Not that season 2 gave us any content, but I did what I could with what I had. Also it's crappy because I speedran through it and my skills are limited, sorry, hope you enjoy it, though.
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lovers-paradise · 1 year
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She Keeps Me Warm - Luna of Solaria/F!Reader
A/N: Another prompt by my babe @notsosecretlyalesbian​ .
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“Please kiss me.” “C’mere…” You smile at the request, pulling Luna closer gently, kissing her softly but possessively, smiling at the way she whines into the kiss, backing her up against her desk, yanking clothing up and out the way, her hands flying to your belt as you unzip yourself and pull her into you, taking her hard with the strap, smiling when she whimpers your name, your lips brushing her ear softly. “My Queen.” She shudders at that, her fingers digging into your shoulders even as you take her deeply and quickly. “My Moonshine.” You murmur the next one, kissing her jawline softly before gently kissing away tears that spill, watching her shiver undone and kissing her again softly. “I love you.”
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myalchod · 11 months
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Silrah, detective and assassin AU
we both know who would be the detective 😌😏
This ... didn't come out the way I expected. Saul-centric more than truly Silrah, no-powers AU.
1. If he didn't know better, he'd think this was a nightmare -- but he's wide awake, and though she looks far the worse for wear and it's been almost sixteen years since he last saw her, there's no mistaking the blonde woman laid out on the metal table before him. It's surreal, to see Rosalind Hale like this, but he just stares instead of saying anything, letting the coroner's words wash over him without truly hearing. (She looks small like this, fragile, human. He's not sure what to make of that.)
2. He should go to his DCI and recuse himself -- it's on a matter of time before their connection is exposed, no matter how deeply the records of the Light Battalion have been buried -- but he doesn't, and he's not exactly sure why. He owes Rosalind nothing; he would have been entirely content to never cross paths with her again. But something about her death teases at his instincts, and they've seldom led him wrong, and so he just accepts the case without comment.
3. She had directed them to go their separate ways the last time they had all met, alongside the insistence for silence. That's why it surprises him to find Andreas' name on one of the interview transcripts. He jots down the number, makes a note to call as soon as he can get a moment where he's sure he won't be overheard. Andreas had always been close to Rosalind; if that had remained true, he's Saul's best chance at an answer, or at the very least at some clue that might let him figure out Rosalind's death.
4. The call comes in the middle of the night, rousing him out of an exhausted slumber. Half an hour later, bleary-eyed and freezing cold, he finds himself standing over the motionless body of Andreas Eraklyon, looking at glassy eyes and red-sheened pavement and the bullet hole placed precisely between his brows. It's not the breeze that makes a shiver crawl up his spine.
5. They'd been told to scatter, but a detective has resources even without dipping into skills from a past he'd rather forget, and he tracks down three names, three numbers, three email addresses. Be careful, he sends them all, one by one. Rosalind and Andreas are dead. He doesn't include anything more. If they've changed as little as he has, they'll read between the lines.
6. Three weeks later, on the steps of Parliament, MP Luna Solaria goes down to a single precisely-placed shot, and Saul Silva feels that same chill of foreboding. This time the air is warm and still, but the past feels only a whisper away.
7. There is an uproar in the wake of Luna's death. He's not surprised when he thinks about it: the scion of an old family, unexpected reformer, she'd been highly visible and more beloved than the woman in his memory could ever have been. Perhaps, he thinks, Aster Dell had changed them all more than he had realised. (He tries not to think about the possible implications of that against what he is beginning to suspect.)
8. "He didn't deserve this," he says, when the passing of another month finds him looking down at Ben's body. Rose and the children had been away; it is the only mercy he can find in the moment as he stands in the lush garden his old compatriot had cultivated, in the middle of a quiet village in the middle of nowhere. Only the wind and the sounds of birds, unruffled by the gunshot a neighbour had called in several hours before, answer him.
9. The message appears on his phone mere moments after he arrives home that evening, the text stark confirmation of all he has tried to ignore from the outset -- all that he cannot ignore any longer, when they are the only ones left standing. Who do you think poisoned Aster Dell? she has asked, and as he thinks back to his words earlier that day, the chill redoubles. At least do me the courtesy of talking face to face, he sends back, though he doesn't know what he'll do if he sees her. She replies with a place, and a time, and that night he can scarcely sleep.
10. "Farah." If he had thought to find her changed from when they had parted ways, he does not -- at least, no more than he would have expected with the years that have passed. When he thinks about it, however, it does not surprise him. She'd had blood on her hands long before the four lives whose case files sit on his desk, before he and she became all that remained of that secret task force. (They'd all had far more blood on their hands by the end than he'd imagined possible, once.) "Saul," she answers, and her voice and her eyes are like ice. "I don't understand." The events of Aster Dell and the cover-up that followed had left him with nightmares and guilt beyond measure, wondering what they could have done to change those events, but she's given him a glimpse of something larger, and he wonders now how much of what he knows has been a lie -- and who had crafted the untruths he'd believed. Her smile sits somewhere between sad and mocking, though her eyes remain opaque. "Of course not. You were always the good soldier." The wind whips around them, teases strands of blonde free from where she's pinned it up. He remembers the feel of it against his hands, desperate stolen nights in the field, whispered confessions in the dark, and wonders how much of that too might have been a lie. This is nothing like what he had imagined meeting her again after all those years might be. (He had loved her; now, looking at her face, he wonders if he'd ever really known Farah Dowling.) "Someone has to put the past to bed. You'll figure out the rest." She takes a step back, and with his heart and the past caught in his throat, he cannot find the breath to cry warning.
11. The cliffs plunge down to where the sea crashes below, fierce rip currents that sweep out when the tide is high. They search for days, but do not find a body.
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The annual Solarian Veterans Day gala doesn’t go exactly as planned.
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