#samara city

[atomic-chronoscaph]

The Girls of Ape City - art by Isabel Samaras

[adrastee-rpg]

The way the grass smells at night and you got flames all in your eyes as they reflect the sparkler and you say we'll never die grabbed me by the hands just as callused as I am say you're proud

samara weaving gifs : elyyxiumgifs

[boojangs]

Okay but we need details, which survivor do you main, and what’s your go to load out?

So I main Nea with the green mohawk, because I'm a lesbian. And don't judge me here, but despite playing this game for years, I still can't run a killer to save my life. So my build is savior friendly 😅

Babysitter (I will unhook you at the sacrifice of my own life, damn it!!)

Resilience (I am literally always injured, I might as well make myself useful.)

Kindred (I will judge you fuckers that ignore me and anyone else on hook.)

Lithe (Bitch, I need HELP.)

I have fun, I scream the whole time, and I will absolutely take a hit to unhook you. I also have a standing DBD date with a fellow wenclair author, so there's that!

[vintage-russia]

In the drawing class of the Samara school,Samara (1913)

[demitrimind]

[corikane]

Stab: New York City

Scream VI (2023) by Matt Bettinelli-Olpin, Tyler Gillett [Spoiler Warning: like last time, some light plot spoilers but not for the killer/s] It’s been about 14 months since the release of Scream (2022) and I just looked to see if the dates of the original two movies which were also about a year apart line up with the requel’s and its successor’s – they don’t. Scream (1997) and Scream 2 were…

[uuuhshiny]

Red (and brick) houses of Samara (Russia)

Walks in Samara P1

[providencepeakrp]

CHARACTER INFORMATION:

Character Name: Floyd Parker.

Type of Connection: Ex-Wife.

Connection Name: UTP!!

Connection Age: 30-38.

Suggested FCs: Samara Weaving, Alexandra Daddario, Kaya Scodelario, Ana de Armas, Kat Dennings, Dakota Johnson, UTP!!

CONNECTION DESCRIPTION:

Basically they got drunk together and got married. They thought it was a good idea at the time but when they woke up, they obviously didn't feel the same way. Though, they decided to stay together for the time being in order to save what little reputation they both had. Eventually developed a connection but when Floyd lost his niece, he went off the deep end and buried himself in work and drowned himself in alcohol so your muse filed for divorce and that's when Floyd moved to Providence Peak.

Do you need to be contacted before someone applies? yes, please!

[mothmiso]

Samara (2) (3) (4) by mirrors are more fun

[akamintyt]

Still need to rearrange where Casey and Samara are at [top left, top right in order] to have Casey on the far right of the lineup with Samara kinda flying above the far left, but here's the lineup for Clockwork City:

The lineup on the bottom, if you can't read the names, is here from left-to-right:

Tin, Psytalium, Needle, Mecha, & Peppermint

Fun facts:

- Peppermint and Samara were actually 2/4 feline-dragon-combination characters I made years ago that didn't have any lore about them. I just adapted them to fit this better. Tried it with another one of the 4, but it didn't work, so that was scrapped.

- Casey was actually an old FNAF OC that looked WAY different, but I adapted his style of skirt[?] into more of, like, a cape tied around the waist, and then just made him cuter for more of a mouse look. Also, the ear shape changed, as well as the markings.

- Needle, as you can see from my account, actually went through three separate designs before this finalized one. He was initially a TADC OC, with a humanoid pincushion look. Then I made him a steampunk raccoon pincushion instead of a humanoid. After that, I gave him a "before the circus" design that was just him as a human with resting bitch face- Now, however, he's here, in all his glory ✨

But yeah; Psytalium, Tin, and Mecha are the only characters that were exclusively made for this specifically without being an adaptation of a previous character of my own.

In terms of species, while I can't provide any exact sub-categories, I can do this:

- Tin is a rabbit

- Psytalium is a hyena

- Needle is a raccoon

- Mecha is a bat

- Peppermint is some form of a feline-dragon hybrid

- Samara is another feline-dragon hybrid, but with different dragon parts

- Casey is... A mouse. I feel like that's obvious-

ALSO

Another fun fact:

I already have a base design for a potential villain; I just gotta fine-tune it. I will not be revealing this design until after all 7 reference sheets for the main protags are done ✨

[alinakisamur]

[silicacid]

Hamas says Gaza mosque destroyed, urges UNESCO to save heritage The Great Omari Mosque has been reduced to rubble, with only its ancient minaret standing, according to images released by the Palestinian group.

The Othman bin Qashqar Mosque, also in Gaza City, was hit by air raids on Thursday, Hamas said. It also condemned the destruction of the Hammam al-Samara, the last Turkish-style bath in the territory, where Gaza Palestinians had bathed for more than 1,000 years. The Palestinian group, which has governed the Gaza Strip since 2007, said three churches had also been destroyed, including the 1,000-year-old Greek Orthodox Church of Saint Porphyrius, the oldest still active in the territory.

This is the al-Umari Mosque, the oldest mosque in the Gaza Strip. It’s around 1400 years older than Israel. Israel bombed it. Since the beginning of its genocide of the Gaza Strip, Israel has knocked down mosques, churches, schools, universities, restaurants & hotels. — Maha Hussaini (@MahaGaza) December 8, 2023

[gorod-v-kadre]

Город Самара | The city of Samara

[sirianasims]

Chapter 43.4

The skies are darkening as I walk home from the food stall, carrying what is – despite the time – technically my breakfast. Hot steam is wafting up from the flimsy plastic bags in my hand, warming my cold fingers.

I’m still not used to San Myshuno’s seasons, but Samara told me that it’s unusually cold for being this late in Spring. In a way, it feels like the city has decided to match my mood, as if the dark and dreary weather is being sympathetic to how I feel.

My phone vibrates in my pocket, and a robotic voice jarringly interrupts a sad love ballad to flatly announce that dad is calling. I sigh and tap my headphones, he’ll just call again later if I don’t pick up now.

“Hey, honey!”

My father’s voice is warm and comforting like a blanket, and I can hear faint birdsong and the rustling of the trees in the backyard. I briefly wish I could just move back home and be a kid again and leave all the worries to my parents.

“Hi, dad. How are you guys? House still standing?”

“We’re good, Kieran and Liam are busy worrying about prom so it’s been unusually quiet. Oh, and speaking of standing, Grayson can stand by himself now. He can even take a few steps as long as he’s holding on to something.”

He sounds so proud, almost as if he was the one learning to walk.

“Aww, he’s getting so big! Next thing you know, you’ll all be chasing him around the house every time they visit.”

“I’ll make sure to have your mother send you some pictures of him when I get back inside. She’s busy in the kitchen, Griffin and Daria are coming over for dinner. But how are you? We barely hear from you these days.”

“Oh, you know, I’m really busy with work and hanging out with people and such. I’ve just been out shopping for dinner, and then I’m seeing a friend later.”

I hear him hesitate, like he can tell that I’m lying.

“Alright. That sounds good. We’ve been a little worried about you. And especially today…”

“I know, it was really rough in the beginning, but I swear I’m doing fine, I-”

My voice breaks and I stop in the middle of the sidewalk and take a deep breath to get it under control.

“Oh, honey. Listen, sometimes relationships don’t work out, no matter how much you love each other. I can see where Paul was coming from, and your mother and I have been worried that you’d feel pressured into something you weren’t ready for. So I want you to know that we’re really impressed that you’re staying true to yourself. It can be… very hard to do the right thing when you love someone, I know that. So I’m proud of you.”

“I just miss him so much, dad.”

“I know. But maybe you don’t really miss Paul. Maybe you just miss a version of him in your head that he failed to live up to. If Paul Romeo was really so perfect, he wouldn’t have made my daughter so sad.”

My father reminds me to take care of myself and I promise to call more often before I end the call and pick up the pace slightly just as the rain starts falling.

I manage to make it home before getting too wet, but it’s still a relief to step inside the warm apartment.

My laptop sits on the dining table, and I eye it warily as if the deluge of messages could somehow escape containment and drown me.

I unpack my food and try to ignore the state of my kitchen. I don’t have the energy to deal with it right now, so I just kick off my shoes and take my food to the couch as usual.

I text Marten and eat a few bites while I wait. He replies almost instantly and within minutes, he’s online. It’s becoming my favourite part of the day.

We play for a few hours, and I almost forget to be sad. Marten never mentions Paul, he just talks about normal things like what the other guys in his fraternity are up to, his studies, new games he’d like to play. Easy topics. He’s also good at carrying the conversation when I’m quiet, like tonight.

Marten probably doesn’t even know what day it is today, and somehow that makes it easier.

Eventually, though, he has to leave. He tends to go to bed early, even on weekends, and I promise him to get some sleep too. My barely touched food has congealed into a solid cube in the box and I leave it on the table and try to decide how to spend the rest of the night. As if I don’t already know.

Finally, I give in.

I open my laptop, ignoring the notifications about the thousands of unread messages. I thought the sudden influx of hate-mail was bad when my relationship with Paul was discovered, but it has been nothing compared to after the news of the breakup.

I know I shouldn’t, know I’m just picking at the wounds, but my fingers move on their own, out of habit, and pure muscle memory is making them type Paul’s name into the search bar. All the links are already purple, of course, there is nothing new here, but I still click the first one. It takes me to his Social Bunny profile. Paul was never that active on social media, and his latest post is several weeks old.

I know it by heart.

“In response to the recent speculation, I want to clarify that Julia and I parted ways a while back. She’s an incredibly gifted and wonderful person, and I truly wish the best for her.”

The best.

“But you were the best,” I whisper.

I feel like crying, but it seems like I’ve finally run out of tears, emptied the reservoirs over the last couple of months, and now all that’s left inside of me is dust.

I go back and click the second link, then the third, cycling through the old articles and interviews as if I’m expecting to find something I haven’t seen a hundred times.

Samara and Miranda are probably having drinks at The Rooftop right now. Samara texted me an hour ago, asking me if I was sure I didn’t want to go out with them instead of stalking my ex for once. I replied with another lame excuse. I’ve been avoiding people for so long that it feels like I’ve forgotten how to function in society, like some sort of feral raccoon who only knows how to hide and eat trash.

I’ve gone through all the links. I refresh the search page. Nothing has changed, obviously, but I refresh it again and again, feeling like I’m desperately knocking on his door and trying to be let in. Then I start over at the first link.

“In response to the recent speculation, I want to clarify that Julia and I parted ways a while back. She’s an incredibly gifted and wonderful person, and I truly wish the best for her.”

Samara is right, I can’t keep doing this. It’s crazy. There’s only one thing to do. I move my cursor over the red button and take a deep breath. Then I block his profile before I can change my mind.

As his picture vanishes, the entire screen blurs. It would seem that I still have some tears left.

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[rebeccasundstrom]

Samara Weaving at the "Ready or Not" premiere, Culver City, California, August 19, 2019

[tragedybunny]

Meet Serafina

Serafina

Half-High Elf

28 Years Old

Archfey Warlock In Service To The Summer Queen - Titania

Eyes: Blue

Hair: Black with Blue Highlights

Complexion: Pale

Height: 5’4”

Build: Petite

Identifying Marks: One scar along her right wrist and forearm

TW: suicide/ self-harm

Serafina is the second daughter of a noble house in Baldur’s Gate’s Upper City. Her older sister Samara is the heir of the house, making Serafina the spare child, destined to be wed for whatever cause her Mother decides (money, power, favors).

Since her family’s rise to wealth and power, they have served as Warlock’s to the Queen of Air and Darkness, the Winter Queen, and Titania’s sister. They operate as her agents in the material plane in exchange for the powers that help keep them at the top of society. The family has a tendency to produce female children, especially the firstborn, so Serafina’s Mother is the current Matriarch of the House. 

Serafina’s Father was a Moon Elf from Elturel. The marriage was an arranged one, and Serafina’s Father cared neither for his wife nor children, ignoring them to indulge in the luxurious lifestyle his marriage afforded him. Serafina cannot speak or read elvish and is, in fact, very curious about elven trance. The family often marries elves to bring their natural magic to the bloodline as they believe it makes them better Warlocks. Her Mother was unbothered by her husband’s inattention, two healthy births meant he served his purpose. 

From a young age, it was emphasized to Serafina that power and privilege were the most important things in life, and you had to be ruthless to get and keep them. Despite early attempts to live up to her Mother’s vision for her, young Sera couldn’t bring herself to be that cold person. She was often punished severely for her inability to do so. Due to her non-compliance, she was kept close to home, only allowed to socialize with other, approved nobles, and never allowed in the Lower City. Most of the time, the family Garden’s were the furthest she was allowed to wander. 

At 18, she attempted to run away with a young nobleman she had started an affair with, their moments stolen whenever they were able to meet through the proper social functions. The two planned to live a life adventuring around Faerun. One day, Her Mother had forced her to watch as she punished a servant for theft and in her horror, Sera rushed her bid for freedom. The two were soon caught by their families and never allowed to see one another again.

For months, Sera was kept locked in her bedroom, cut off from the world. The family manor was always cold and dark, as though it were a conduit for the energies of the Winter Court. And in this seemingly endless misery, Sera found a dagger she had hidden away and attempted to take her own life. 

The effort was technically a success, and Sera died in a pool of blood in her own bed. Only to awaken the next evening, a necromancer’s foul art used to revive her. After that time, she fell into a numbness and depression that led her to become the child her Mother wanted. Cold and cruel, she served the family’s interest as she was ordered. With her new obedience to her Mother, she was given new freedom she exploited. Often she could be found with a gang of other noble children, tormenting servants, drinking, and harassing any common folk they came across in the Upper City. 

During this time, Sera still took refuge in the gardens she loved, fighting the conflict about the person she was coming. One day she met a new gardener, a Tiefling named Ophelia. It was love at first for Sera and she was desperate to make the other woman fall in love with her too. Ophelia was kind and good though, and wanted nothing to do with Sera until she changed her ways. Gradually, she began to distance herself from her court of noble brats, and find herself again. And Ophelia began to return her affection. 

All too soon though came the night of Samara’s wedding. She was wed to a cousin of the infamous Vanthampur family. At the grand feast and ball to celebrate the occasion, Sera’s Mother informed her that she too would soon celebrate her marriage, to Cazador Szarr. Cazador was an associate of her Mother’s and Sera sensed something wrong and awful about him. That night, he had loaned the family his servants for an evening, among them a pale, white-haired Elf that Sera barely noticed. In the morning, Ophelia had disappeared, and Sera would never hear from her again. 

Months later, Cazador hosted a ball to formally meet his betrothed. In deepest misery Sera attended, the atmosphere full of a hungry evil causing her to hold back panicked tears. She didn’t see the same servants as at her sister’s wedding, the pale Elf included, staring with wicked glee at her predicament. The ball lasted until sun rise, Sera being forced to dance over and over again with her husband to be. 

That morning, as the dawn lit the gardens, Sera stood among the same flowers that had witnessed her love for Ophelia, and wept. There was nothing she could do, even if she tried to die again, her Mother would revive her. It was then that Titania herself appeared to her, offering a deal. She could leave her family, pledge herself as Titania’s Warlock, and have her freedom. Titania would cast a Fey glamour over her, causing all who knew her to forget her, but she could never speak of her past, lest the glamour be broken. She could leave Baldur’s Gate and live a life of adventure, look for Ophelia even. All Titania asked in return was that she return to the city one day to raise a house up in Titania’s service, just as her current house served the Winter Queen. 

She accepted, and was whisked away to the Feywild to see Titania’s kingdom and receive her powers. There she also pledged to never forget the example of Ophelia, who strove with intention to be kind and good to all people. Days passed in Baldur’s Gate and she was returned with a pouch of gold in a rented room in Wyrm’s Crossing. Ready to leave the city and start a new life, she left the Inn, only for everything to go dark. When next she woke, she was on the Mindflayer ship. 

Sera tried to see the best in all her companions, even if some of them were easier to get along with than others. Karlach and Wyll were dear friends from the moment they. Gale and her grew close, despite his yearning for her. Other’s took some time. 

Although initially Sera thought of Astarion as the most beautiful man she’d ever seen, his prickly nature put her off and she resigned that not all of them would be her friends. When he attempted to bite her though, she was moved by compassion when she looked into his mind. It hadn’t been intentional, she was genuinely a bit afraid of him at the moment, but she did decide to help after seeing it. 

As Astarion warmed to Sera, her feelings for him softened. When he propositioned her though, she was under no delusion he meant all those pretty words. After all his lewd comments, she figured he was just looking for some fun on the road, and it was the sort of thing that her Mother would hate. Fucking one of Cazador’s lowly Spawn. 

Despite her acknowledgement that Astarion was using her, Sera began to fall for him. He was fun, and she liked his wit, and the little bit of danger about him. But she also saw how hard he was trying to make his life his own, a striving they shared. And she saw the moments where he was, even against his own claims, a good person.

When he finally confessed what he had done, it felt like her heart was being ripped out, but she saw how afraid he was at that moment. She chose to keep loving him, to give their relationship another chance. As their relationship grew, Astarion saw more of the real Sera, and the suffering she hid. He tried to be a better partner, to be someone she could lean on, like he leaned on her. 

When the Netherbrain fell, and Astarion began to burn, Sera was devastated, but could do nothing as Karlach’s infernal engine began to fail. With a heavy heart, she persuaded her to go to Avernus with Wyll, and took off to find Astarion. She promised to never leave his side, no matter what, from then on. 

Shortly, they would go to explore Faerun, to live a life of adventure, and find a way for him to walk in the sun again.