#At That Time

[zhoras-bitch]

Riz Gukgak will forever be my special little guy, because in a world where aspec characters are borderline non-existent, he was not just a cool character who happened to be aroace. He also had an incredibly compelling character arc unique to him as an aspec, and the character arc was so iconic it birthed one of the most memed moments in the entire series.

[nazurabbit]

vivinos trying to add that small cute baby tillmizi moment near the end like we arent all collectively destroyed

[finn95o]

Boys have the zoomies

[allovesthings]

On one hand, I love to see the Justice League and Robin just hanging out, it's so fun

On the other, I kinda wish Garth was here. Objectively, it might be too crowded but still.

[gaykornography]

60 thousand people, no big deal!

[deezee112]

The worst ending 21 : A Silver Dream

The worst ending 20 | The worst ending 22

Yandere!Silver x GN!Reader

A/N : Everyone! In the last 6 episodes, we will finally get the best ending! ( +Special episode ) So I'll clear the ending as soon as possible for the best ending and special ending!

Warning : This story contains themes of psychological distress , possessiveness , sleep violence , and an unexpected tragic ending.

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@iris-arcadia @yuu-twisted

If you want me to tag you please tell me.

English is not my first language.

The child sat before you, his silver hair messy and unkempt, his pale skin reflecting the dim light of the room. His eyes purple, distant, and unreadable stared up at you in silence. No matter how many times you spoke to him, he never responded. He never nodded, never shook his head. Just sat there, watching.

You sighed, leaning back against the old wooden chair. " You really don't talk much, huh? "

Still, no answer.

A moment of silence stretched between you. Then, you glanced at him again, taking in the way his hair shimmered under the light.

" Silver. " you murmured. " I'll name you Silver. "

For the first time, something shifted in his expression. His head tilted slightly, eyes blinking as if processing the words. Then, slowly, a small smile curled at the corners of his lips.

It wasn’t much but it was something.

From that moment on, everything changed.

At first, Silver didn’t speak. Not a single word.

Days passed, then weeks. You tried everything teaching him, talking to him, even reading him stories at night but he only listened in silence, his expression never betraying a single thought.

Until one evening.

You were washing the dishes when you heard it. A soft whisper, barely audible over the running water.

" …y/n. "

You froze, turning around. Silver stood in the doorway, his hands curled into the fabric of his oversized shirt. His voice was hoarse, like he hadn't used it in years.

" You can talk? " you asked, surprised.

Silver nodded, slowly. " I think…I learned from you. "

A warmth spread through your chest. You smiled. " Then we'll keep practicing. "

From then on, his words came more easily. At first, they were short, clipped sentences. Then they grew longer, more expressive.

But no matter how much he spoke, the silence never fully left him.

He was different from other children always watching, always waiting. His presence was quiet, but never absent. Even when he wasn't in the room, you could feel his gaze lingering somewhere nearby.

He was protective, too. Always standing close when strangers were around, always watching you with a sharp, calculating stare. He never liked it when you left the house alone.

" You should be more careful. " he murmured one night as you tucked him into bed.

You laughed, ruffling his hair. " You're the child here, Silver. You don't need to worry about me. "

But the look he gave you was anything but childlike.

" I do. " he whispered. " I always will. "

It started with a dream.

Silver would wake up in a cold sweat, panting, his hands trembling.

At first, he didn’t say anything about it. He would simply clutch his blankets tighter, forcing himself to stay still. But then the dreams came more frequently. More vividly.

One night, you woke to find him sitting on the floor, his breathing ragged. His hands were shaking, clutching the hem of his shirt so tightly his knuckles turned white.

" Silver? " you murmured, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. " What's wrong..? "

He didn't answer at first. Then, finally, in a quiet voice, he said.

" I dreamed that someone hurt you.. "

Your brows furrowed. " It was just a dream. "

Silver shook his head. " It felt real... "

You reached out, gently placing a hand on his shoulder. His body flinched under your touch.

" You’re safe. " you reassured him. " I’m safe. "

Silver hesitated, then slowly nodded. But something in his eyes told you he wasn’t convinced.

At first, it was small things.

You would wake up with bruises on your wrists, faint and barely noticeable. You brushed them off maybe you slept wrong, maybe you bumped into something during the day.

Then the bruises got darker.

Then came the scratches.

You woke up one morning to find a thin red line across your forearm, as if someone had dragged their nails against your skin. You stared at it, confused.

And then Silver entered the room.

The moment he saw the mark, his expression twisted. His hands clenched into fists. His breathing grew uneven.

" What’s wrong? " you asked.

His gaze darted to your arm, then back to your face. " You’re hurt.... "

" It’s nothing. " You shrugged. " I probably just— "

" Did someone do this to you? " he interrupted, his voice sharp.

" No, Silver, I— "

" I won’t let anyone hurt you.. " he muttered. His hands trembled at his sides. " I’ll protect you. "

Something about the way he said it sent a chill down your spine.

The dreams worsened.

Silver began sleepwalking. Some nights, you would wake to find him standing at the edge of your bed, his breathing heavy, his hands twitching as if reaching for something.

" Silver? " you whispered.

He never responded.

Then, one night, the inevitable happened.

You woke to a sharp pain in your ribs. Gasping, you sat up only to see Silver kneeling beside you, his hands pressed against your shoulders, his fingers digging into your skin.

His eyes were empty.

" Silver—! "

Then, he snapped awake. His whole body jolted, his breath catching in his throat. His hands immediately recoiled.

His expression twisted in horror.

" …y/n? " he choked out.

You coughed, wincing. " You…hurt me... "

Silver’s eyes widened. He stumbled back, staring at his own trembling hands. " No.. " he whispered. " I didn’t— I wouldn’t— "

You reached for him, but he flinched away.

His breaths came faster, more ragged. " No " he repeated, shaking his head violently. " No, no, no— "

He bolted from the room.

You wanted to follow. But your body felt too heavy, your vision blurred from exhaustion.

So you stayed.

You shouldn’t have.

Silver didn’t sleep that night. He sat in the corner of his room, curled into himself, his arms wrapped around his legs. He bit his lip so hard it bled.

He couldn’t lose control again.

He wouldn’t.

But no matter how hard he fought it, sleep eventually claimed him.

And when he dreamed—

He saw it.

Someone hurting you. Someone pinning you down, their hands wrapped around your throat. You were struggling, gasping for breath, reaching out—

For him.

" Silver. " you choked out. " Help me— "

Silver screamed. He lunged forward, grabbing the figure by the throat, squeezing, squeezing—

Then he woke up.

His hands were around your neck.

Your body was limp beneath him. Your eyes half-lidded, unfocused stared up at him, filled with something unrecognizable.

Silver’s heart stopped.

No.

No, no, no, no—

His hands trembled as he let go, as he desperately shook you. " y/n! "

You didn’t move.

He gasped, his breath coming in shallow, broken sobs. " No, no, wake up, wake up, please— "

But you didn’t.

And for the first time in his life, Silver truly understood what it meant to be alone.

[tariah23]

Ohhh…

[meet-again]

skypea:

so lets put everything together:

The vearth island (sacred ground) came into existence and the skypeans and shandians have fought over it ever since. The alter is at least 1000 years old, 200 years ago a ship was sentenced to death via cloud exile, 20 years ago a pirate visited Skypea (Roger?) and finally 6 years ago Enel became god.

First of all that means that the practice of death sentences and sacrifices aren't new to Enel's rule. Apparantly that's just normal in Skypea.

Second I'm assuming Gan fall is not actually a god and neither is Enel, its just a title or power given to you. but we don't actually know that. The Altar does point to the practice of having a god in charge being very old.

Third, the Shandians live in the forest and seem to know that having a god at all is bad. But have they ever been in charge? What would they do?

[haycoat-art]

Guys I have a slight confession to make

9 to 10 years ago in 2014, I used to run a MLP blog called Microsoft Pony and I ran a blog with @centurymage called @ask-blood-roselia or something like that.

And my art looked something like this

Now this was when I was 11, but if you are all interested on how I would draw her now, I will try to soon.

[thursdaymurderbub]

Excerpt from an interview with Melvyn Douglas in 1980 Toronto, taken from Conversations with Classic Film Stars: interviews from Hollywood's golden era (2016) by James Bawden and Ron Miller.

[melmodest]

hooked up on a mirage of you and me smiling bright into each other's eyes lovesick childish happy shy giggles, and a live-threatening need to be at a minimum distance,

hands intertwined we share inhales, exhales and one existence in a bubble of soft puffy clouds under the sun that never scorches,

under the silver moon that shelters we chase sparkling stars that reside in the vastness of the sky.

we are in love (or just infatuated), immersed in a loop of being sorrowfully excitedly happy, and when we wake up next day we're smiling bright, still very much in love

with the ones we share a bed with,

who are not us.

.

[feminetomboy]

is there a story behind your url?:]/nf

Yes. Have you ever heard of homestuck-

[allo-frouto]

Real talk. Do you ever get annoyed by all the sexual questions?

Of course there are days that I am not in the mood to answer such questions and I choose not to.

[bear-cubs-art-things]

I can't believe that it's been 2 years since we saw Sasha betraying Anne again, Anne vs Sasha fight, Marcy's truth and we literally saw Marcy getting stabbed -

Two. Years.

I haven't even heard of Amphibia two years ago

[vengelark]

my daddy likes to say he didn’t raise a quitter. that’s why I failed out of college instead of dropping out. it’s all the way the cookie crumbles baybie