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“What–?” Peri inhales sharply as he straightens up, turning his back on the couch and opting to face his mother instead. “What are you doing?! Why would you bring him here, of all places?! Are you–?!” Peri falls silent, his gaze now locked on his mother’s hands. He quickly grasps them in his own and turns them over, and his eyes widen at the rainbow-colored fluid covering her palms. “...are you bleeding…?!” He asks, incredulously. “What the hell did that kid do? He hurt you, and you still brought him back here…?! Why on earth would you–?!” “It’s not her blood,” Hazel interrupts. “It’s Dev’s.”
As promised, the fic for my recent fop Gifted AU! I hope you enjoy! Let me know you thoughts <3
#writing#my writing#fop#fopanw#fop a new wish#fairly oddparents#fairly oddparents a new wish#fop dev#dev dimmadome#fop hazel#hazel wells#fop cosmo#fop wanda#fop peri#I have reread this too many times its making me anxious#I hope it isn't too bad#im an engineer writing has never been my strong suit okay#gifted au#ahhhh whatever just post it you idiot and go to sleep
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So I've finally decided I should learn how to use tumblr and set up a tagging system to help everyone navigate to the specific categories of content they want to see.
Based on current and future posts here, my main tags will be:
#fanart - reblogged art
#myart - because maybe someone actually wants to specifically see my own in isolation? hmm
#writings - thoughts, analyses, prompts, fics
#behind-the-scenes - posts about certain behind-the-scenes elements of TFR. So basically just Snarkie posts.
#merch - real life TFR merchandise now that such things exist :o
#official - canon things on the site or in games like Faerie's Hope
#mycomments - my own text posts
And of course, the more obvious tags for character specific posts:
#hanso, #brynn, #xandra, #brynnso
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Am I the only one who was/is really obsessed with Prince Jazan and Nabile from Neopets Lost Desert Plot? No? Just me? That’s fine.
Should I even ask about Hanso and Brynn from The Faeries’ Ruin plot?
Images belong to Neopets, not me.
#my post#neopets#comic#lost desert plot#prince jazan#nabile#the faeries’ ruin plot#hanso#brynn#my otp#i love them so much#brynnso
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Brynn/Hanso and Roberta/Tormund ship kiddos.
#neoart#brynnso#torberta#my art#hhhhh ive been meaning to make jazan/nabile kids#i really love the brynnso one??#i might make her an oc idk
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The Neopets Advent Calendar
December 22, 2011
Quick question; is it possible to actually die from cuteness?
If so, how long do you think I have?
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So I’ve noticed a slight influx of people reblogging my very old Brynnso art. I haven’t drawn them in so long but it y’all dug up some feelings so I decided to redraw the picture people seemed to like the most.
So this is a redraw of a panel redraw!
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WHAT YOUR FAVORITE NEOPETS PLOT SAYS ABOUT YOU:
(note: this only includes the ones with comics/had an actual impact on the site. sorry, supernatural-inspired plot and war of the obelisk.)
The Meridell/Darigan War Plots:
--You joined in 1999/2000... or have a UC obsession. Or both.
--Jeran was probably your furry awakening. Or Kass.
--You hated the Viacom years with a burning passion.
--You’re lowkey invested in Meridell and Darigan to this day, even though neither have received an update in years.
The Ice Caves Plot:
--You played every Hannah and the [blank] caves game as they came out, or played them after reading the plot. Point is, you actually played them.
--Kannah is your OTP. The Obelisk War gave you life, and you instantly joined the Thieves’ Guild.
--You have like, 3 Bori on your main.
--you hate the Jumpstart years. Not with a burning passion, you just mourn the Habitarium and Keyquest.
The Curse Of Maraqua Plot:
--You’ve watched all the Pirates of the Caribbean movies.
--If not, you were a mermaid kid.
--You want the ability to see the future.
--You are willing to overlook the fact that Garin is probably the dumbest pirate to ever pirate.
The Lost Desert Plot:
--You’re a fan of Disney animated classics.
--You ship Jazan and Nabile. Or you ship Nabile and Tomos and hate the semi-forced canon romance with a passion.
--You probably know every freaking thief on the site by heart. Every. Last. One.
--You can solve puzzles that enrage your friends.
The Altador Mini-Plot:
--You either played TDF when it came out or didn’t know it existed until recently.
--Jellyneo is either your best friend or you solved this plot as it was coming out.
--You’re legitimately interested in Neopets Lore.
--You will fucking murder that Vaeolus. ...Actually, this goes for almost everyone who’s done the plot.
The Cyodrake’s Gaze Plot:
--Shenkuu is your favorite land.
--You love mystery plots.
--You were there when this plot was actually running.
--You can actually play Kou-Jong unlike the rest of us.
The Tale of Woe plot:
--You would murder for all the characters in this plot. Every last one of them.
--You really, really like Neovia as a concept and loved the fact that it has a daily now.
--This is probably your only preferred plot.
--Sophie was your furry awakening.
Journey to the Lost Isle/Atlas of the Ancients:
--You have never gotten mad at the site once.
--You really like Moltara.
--You love Lutaris and have actually bothered to try to get one.
--You keep quiet about these being your favorites.
The Return of Dr. Sloth Plot:
--Sci-Fi gives you life.
--You probably either hate Dr. Sloth or act like you work for him.
--You really, really hate Jumpstart.
--Neopets was your creative awakening.
The Faeries’ Ruin Plot:
--You love everything about this plot.
--You either agree with Xandra or hate her.
--You ship Brynnso.
--You fucking love the editorials of the Neopian Times that have Jazan and Hanso in them.
The Wraith Resurgence Plot:
--...who?
#neopets#neotag#neopets plot#neopets plots#tag yourself#my personal favorite is the faeries' ruin tbh
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Beauty Is In The Visual Sensory Organs Of The Beholder
A/N: This fic contains lots of body horror. Nothing too graphic or detailed, but one of the characters is not pretty to look at, to say the least.
The magician's footsteps echoed down the hall, their frantic panting and crying drowning out the thud of their boots on the ancient stone floor. They held the Faerie artefact to their chest; the device hummed with great power, more than enough for their plans once they unlocked its secrets, but it was of little comfort.
Not when that… that thing was chasing them.
Thumph.
Their eyes widened.
THUMPH.
They bolted down the hallway as fast as they possibly could.
CRASH!
They skidded to a stop before a cloud of dust and falling bricks, the tunnel roof breaking apart into chunks and rubble. The structure had proved almost invincible, withstanding nature, time, and attack for thousands of years, until that thing decided to make it a new exit.
Even just looking at it gave them a splitting headache, a sharp, brutal pain like vile claws digging into their brain, their mind simply refusing to acknowledge something so twisted, so horrifying, so completely and absolutely wrong could even exist.
“The artefact.” The thing growled.
Its voice was a mixture of gravel, and the noise of your own screaming as you were dragged over it and many sharp rocks.
The magician moaned in pain and fear, clutching the artefact even tighter to their body. They started backpedaling, frantic, clumsy steps back up the hall and away from the wrong thing.
It didn't make a sound as it walked, even as the veins, the twisted limbs, and the spikes on its body pulsed and shuddered. It raised one if its arms towards its prey, dark purple energy crackling between the claws.
The magician raised the artefact up like a shield. It started crackling and glowing with power.
“I'll be taking that, thanks!”
The artefact was summarily yoinked from their hands by a pair of gloved hands. The magician blinked, and saw a blue Ixi casually putting it into his pack, the smuggest grin they'd ever seen on any Neopian on their face.
“Alright, Brynn, do your thing!”
They looked back to the monster. Without anything holding it back, purple energy shot from their claw, and towards them.
Everything turned to pink, then black.
“Heeey Xandra! I got you a gift!” Hanso sang, holding his pack behind his back.
From behind the counter of the Vault, Xandra growled. “Hand over the artefact.”
“Hmm…” Hans pursed his lip. “Nope! Sorry, I want you to guess what it looks like first!” He smiled.
Xandra's unamused scowl grew even deeper. “Less talk, more artefact!”
Hanso chuckled. “I'll give you a hint: it might be a mirror, like last time; it could be another idol, like last week; or it could even be a curve ball like that one--”
Brynn grabbed Hanso with one massive claw and held him up in the air. One of her extra arms undid the latches of his pack, and she started gently shaking him until the artefact fell out and onto her waiting limbs down below.
“Here.” Brynn held out the artefact for Xandra.
Xandra smiled and happily took the item. “Thank you. It's good to see that there's at least one competent person in charge of safeguarding Neopia...” She grumbled as she walked over to her bevy of magical equipment further in.
The magical chain attached to the Xweetok's ankle adjusted accordingly.
“Hey, I brought it back here, at the very least!” Hanso cried as Brynn put him back down.
“Yes, Hanso, you were a great help.” Brynn said flatly, her eyes—the ones that could face forward, at any rate—fixed on Xandra as she subjected the artefact to magnifying glasses, charts, and other arcane machinery.
Minutes later, the Xweetok sighed sadly. She placed the magical device in a specially designed box, came back to the counter, and shook her head.
“I'm sorry. It's not still not the artefact that reverses your mutations.”
Brynn sighed heavily, her whole body and all of its extra bits and limbs sagging as if deflated. Even the ominous purple glow in her veins dimmed to a depressed shade of blue.
Xandra clambered on top of the counter, and scratched Brynn under one of the flares of spikes around her neck. “I don't like you being stuck like this, either.” She cooed.
Brynn purred. The sound was a cross between a magnitude six earthquake and an unholy predator beyond all logic and normalcy about to devour you.
Xandra pulled her hand back and quickly wiped off the goop on it with the hem of her dress. She used a nearby knife to hack the fabric off before the slime could spread to the rest of her clothes. “I'll let you know if this new artefact could be useful for an alternative cure.” She said as she pulled out a box of matches, lit one, and dropped it onto the now sentient scrap of cloth.
The creature screamed and writhed as it burned to death, but no one paid it any mind.
“Thanks, Xandra.” Brynn mumbled, small smiles on her mouths before she ambled off to the exit.
Hanso remained at the desk, watching her leave.
“Though I'm always loathe to give my competitors a leg-up in things I want...” Xandra sighed. “You should really go say something to her.”
Hanso looked down at the desk and frowned. “I would if I knew what to say.”
“An appeal to vanity is always nice. Even the most practical, and no-nonsense women still like being complimented on their appearance.”
Hanso looked up and stared at Xandra.
“Okay, I'll admit, that was a horrible suggestion. Just… figure it out, you're the one with the silver tongue, and the overflowing self-confidence!”
A light bulb went off in Hanso's head, and he smiled. “I think just did, actually! Thanks, Xandra; you know, for an ex-evil mastermind on parole, you're really not that bad!” He reached over to pat her on the shoulder.
Xandra's grabbed his wrist before his fingers could even brush up on her dress. “Make no mistake, Ixi, this is purely for Brynn's happiness, not yours!”
Hanso chuckled. “Surrre it is.” He pulled his hand back and casually shook the feeling back into it. “See you soon, Xandra, it's been a pleasure talking to you.”
Xandra just glared at him and went back to work.
Passersby always gave the entrance to the Vault a wide berth, more so these days when Brynn was around it.
The Kougra sighed as she watched a scholar loaded with several texts and scrolls drop them all, and run from the area screaming their head off. Her rear facing eyes turned to the guards at the sides of the entrance, both of them giving her nervous, polite, and absolutely terrified smiles.
“Maybe they just forgot they had an urgent appointment…?” One of them squeaked.
Brynn's mouths frowned. “Yeah. Probably.” She turned to leave, down one of the rarely used exits of Faerieland Castle and out to its back streets.
“Wait! Brynn!”
Brynn's eyes turned to Hanso, running up to the entrance of the vault. He held his hand up to ask for a moment to catch his breath.
“Brynn, I know life's really hard for you these days.”
Brynn sighed and closed her eyes that had lids.
“Hanso...”
“You got turned into a horribly mutated monster—and holy nutballs, that artefact cut no corners, you are just: wow, who even thought up that?”
“Hanso.”
“And one look at you sends people reeling, and most everyone else, especially little children, just run and scream from you—I've never seen people run that fast while screaming so loud until today.”
“Hanso!”
“But I know, deep down inside, you're still Brynn: you're still brave, you're still determined, you're still dedicated to protecting the innocent from the maniacs and want-to-be supervillains we face when we go out hunting for artefacts.
“And that is why I am still with you, why I still love you, and why still think you're beautiful—even if just looking at you sometimes makes me want to lose my lunch.”
Hanso stood up on his tip-toes, grabbed Brynn's less spiky and dangerous shoulders, hoisted himself up with great effort, and planted a kiss on one of the Kougra's safer, less pointy and/or rugged cheeks.
Hanso immediately went down gagging and flailing violently.
Brynn blushed, smiled, and let the incident slide, too happy to care.
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An argument over a shared ward.
The incomplete snippet from the next part of the Gifted AU. Apologies for not having the motivation to complete it at this time. I’m hoping I will sometime in the near future. Until then, though, enjoy this little bit <3
#writing#my writing#fop#fopanw#fop a new wish#fairly oddparents#fairly oddparents a new wish#fop peri#fop irep#dev's there too he's just. not actually mentioned in this bit#gifted au#fop gifted au#fop au#im really sorry I havent been able to write more#bluh
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Sooo...took me nearly 10 years, but I can finally say I’ve made Brynnso fanart! And it made it into the Valentine’s Day Art Gallery, whoo! First time! �� Anyway....since I do have a TFR blog, figured this would be a nice place to post this. :3
Next year I’ll work on a companion piece with a blushy Hanso. :3
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quick little sketch of brynn and hanso in their baby years for my lovely sister
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Neopets Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Brynn/Xandra (Neopets), Brynn/Hanso (Neopets) Characters: Brynn (Neopets), Hanso (Neopets), Xandra (Neopets) Additional Tags: Body Horror, Mutation Summary:
Hunting for ancient artefacts of potentially world-destroying power was not without its hazards.
Mostly to your life, sometimes to your self-esteem.
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This is what I got from the wikia of their personalities.
Clearly OOC, but it's all I could come up with for them. Uh, um, spookvan, this is the lame thing I made. >.> ---------- "Brynn, why aren't you cheering up?" The question would have sounded more reasonable if Hanso was not poking Brynneth's cheeks. Brynn swiped at Hanso, but his fast feet hopped out of reach. She gave no verbal answer, but she could only assume that after years together and the glare in her eyes that Hanso would answer his own stupid question. "You're cute when your mad," Hanso joked while he still had distance from Brynn. He saw her eyes swell with malice, and he pouted "Okay, okay. Will a sorry and ruby suffice as an apology?" Hanso opened a palm to Brynn, a small and elegant ruby in hand. Brynn swiped up the jewel and placed it into her side bag. "Steal this from me and I'll have you turned to stone." "Ouch. That's so harsh. You're bringing up my war memories. I'll probably start crying soon. Do you want me to cry, Brynny-dear?" "Yes." Brynn planted a fair punch on Hando's shoulder. "That's something you can say ouch from." Hando's lips quivered, and the need to curse from the stinging new pain in his arm rose, but he did not want to give Brynn the satisfaction. "Bully." "Swine." "Pepper." "Pepper?" Brynn lost her focus on anger with such a confusing nickname. "Yeah, a pepper," Hanso explained lamely, pointing a finger at Brynn. "You know, you're hard to swallow and you burn those who give you a chance." Brynn punched Hanso's only arm, and the wounded thief slumped as he stood. "You're so testy. You can't even give a hint about why you're so mad?" "Considering you just keep doing stupid things, I wouldn't even know where to start." "Brynn, you really are a bully!" Hanso mock-sobbed. "Can you at least return that ruby? I'll give it to someone who's nice." "Do you want the ruby in your eye?" Brynn saw Hanso shake his head no. "You probably got it immorally. I'll put up a search for its owner." "That's not fair. You're the owner. I got it for you and everything." "You're lying," Brynn hated lying, but Hanso appeared far more genuine than his usual thieving self. She was even more inclined to believe he had lied. "I'm not lying! I got it for you - in a store, no less!" Hanso pleaded for Brynn to believe him while his melodrama of falling to his knees and raised prayer-hands actually helped his case. "I even have the chain for it if you want to wear it, but I thought it could be melted into your Captain guard nicely." Brynn's eyes slanted in another quizzical glare, but Hanso just seemed too Hanso to be lying. "Why?" "Why'd I get it for you?" Hanso asked back, body perked up a the thought of Brynn's anger cooling down. "Well, golly, I got it because you earned it. You never spoil yourself, Brynn! I got it for you." Brynn's temper cooled considerably. "You're still out of line. Were you getting this when we were supposed to be on duty? Answer honestly." Hanso gulped. "Uh, is ditching duty the reason why you were originally mad at me?" Hanso raised his hands in the air in an humbling gesture "Hanso, you idiot! You don't ditch duty to get me a needless piece of jewelry!" Brynn went to go attack Hanso, but he began to sprint away, and they began a typical game of cat-and-mouse until they arrived back at the castle exhausted and amused.
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