#BABY SILAS COMING SOON

[bunnithechubs]

may your holidays be bright

[darkbluekies]

I just read Jerry and Hedwig reacting to us bleeding on the sheets what about the guys👀 specifically silas (cause my daddy issues run wild for him)😩

Silas, Dr Kry & King Edmund drabbles: bleeding through at a "sleepover" (or in their house)

The girls reaction male!yanderes (mob boss, doctor & king) x fem!reader Warnings?: sexual indication, disgusted by blood, yandere

Silas:

You're on a mission with him, staying in a house belonging to the second in command. Being the boss’s little darling has its benefits — especially in these situations. If you hadn't been his, chances are that you would get killed for ruining someone's sheets.

"Silas", you whisper while shaking him carefully. "Please, wake up. Oh, God, please wake up ..."

He grunts and opens his dark eyes, looking around confusedly before fixating his eyes on you. He freezes.

"What's wrong, baby?" he asks raspily and grabs your arm.

"I bled through ...", you whisper weakly, body full pf panic. "I didn't know, I wasn't supposed to start now!"

Silas removes the cover to look at the stain. He doesn't say anything as he removes them all before picking up his phone to call one of his most trustworthy men.

"Don't worry about it, baby", he says tiredly. "I'll fix this."

"Will your second in command get mad?" you ask hesitantly.

"He won't. He knows better." Silas holds the phone to his ear. "I need you to bring me new sheets and to send someone to buy whatever Y/N tells you to get. Here Y/N."

He gives you the phone. You tell the man on the other side what you need. He replies politely, knowing better than to talk informally to you. Silas stands by, watching carefully and rubbing your back.

As soon as you get what you need, you get out of your bottom clothes and change. Silas sits down in bed with you in his lap. He brings his legs up to trap you in his embrace. His rough hands sneak under your shirt to massage your aching stomach.

"You know ...", he whispers in your ear, hand traveling lower. "Exercise helps with cramps ... I know something that is a great form of exercise. Want me to show you?"

You grab his hand, moving it back to your stomach.

"Come on", he smirks against your jaw. "You'd like it."

"I'll kick your nuts if you continue talking", you warn him.

Silas chuckles and pulls the blankets higher, kissing your forehead.

"Women and their temperament", he grins and softens his face. "Guess I have to wait then. Why don't you try going to sleep, little thing? It's late."

"Are you sure your second in command won't be mad?" you ask carefully.

"If he even dares to snarl at you, I'll stain his sheets with his blood instead." Silas kisses your lips with a reassuring smile. "You have nothing to be worried about, little thing, I've always got your back."

Dr Kry:

He has installed a baby monitor, just a week prior, to being able to supervise you 24/7. He wakes up by hearing shuffling from the machine and takes a look to see you grabbing all of your sheets in your arms. Dr Kry frowns. Are you going to sleep on the floor again? You have such weird ideas to entertain yourself. But the look of sheer guilt and horror paints your face, knocking those thoughts out of his head. Dr Kry hurries to grab his silk robe and hurry up to your room.

You're currently washing them in the bathtub. You freeze when you hear him unlock the door and enter the room.

"Where are you?" he asks.

"Here", you reply quietly, watching how he enters the bathroom.

Dr Kry crouches down beside you on the floor, putting his hand on your shoulder. He glances between the sheets and your face.

"What happened?" he asks.

"I-I bled through", you say. "I'm so sorry, doctor, I will fix it-"

"No, you're not." Dr Kry grabs your arm and pulls you up in your feet. "I'll fix it. You're not well, you shouldn't do this."

You feel bad. Dr Kry works long shifts and during his only rest, you've forced him up to clean up the mess you've caused.

"Y/N, it's fine", the doctor reassures you and walks over to give you a short hug. "Things like this happens. You should look at it from another angle — you can be pregnant. You're fertile. Alright? That's a good thing. A very good thing."

He's secretly glad that his poisoning hasn't affected your reproduction organs. You need them. He wants you to have them. Dr Kry wants nothing more than to have children with you.

"Let's stop crying and realize that this isn't a big thing, okay?" he says and wipes your tears. "You don't have to be ashamed. I've watched much, much worse things."

"Like what?" you ask quietly.

Dr Kry smiles teasingly. "I've seen people spill urine samples on themselves, have had people using the rear temperature stick for a patients mouth, and whatnot. This is nothing. It's natural, nothing to be ashamed of."

You try not to smile. "Did someone really use the wrong temperature stick?"

Dr Kry grins and nods, happy to see you a bit calmer.

"Let's get you some painkillers now so you can go rest", he says and puts his hand on your back to guide you. "I'll change the sheets, and you can just sit by, okay? Everything you need is in the bathroom."

He sits with you until the cramps stop, and decide to stay in the room with you while you sleep, just in case you would wake up again. He smiles slightly for himself. The poisioned air hasn't ruined your chances of ferility, he couldn't be more greateful.

King Edmund

You're terrified of telling him. Edmund is the type to believe that you can hold it in. With absolutely zero knowledge about females, risk is that he will get mad at you for ruining his expensive sheets instead of understanding. You know that he buys them from special places. One of a kind.

Edmund has never been taught how women work, it has been taboo and unnecessary for him, as a king, to learn. The only thing he knows is that a woman bleeds once a month, and that is it. Nothing more. He doesn't know how it works or why it happens.

But you can't stop the maid from telling him. He comes walking from his office with a deep frown on his face. You're dead. Before sending the maids out, he walks over to the bed and inspects the damage. When the girls are gone and the door is closed, he turns to you.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he asks.

"I thought that you would get mad", you admit quietly. "It's your expensive sheets ..."

"And you think that it'll help the situation by sending one of the maids to tell me, instead of telling me yourself?"

"I didn't send her. I didn't want you to know ... at all."

"Why?"

"I told you ... I was scared that you'd get mad. You'd have told me to keep it in."

He groans, hiding his face in his hands. "For fucks sake, Y/N!" He removes his hands. "Why in the living Hell would I care more about about a pair of sheets rather than my own wife?"

You don't answer. Edmund walks over and grabs your shoulders before pulling you into a hug.

"You underestimate me, my jewel", he mutters and kisses your temple. "Now, go take a bath."

He tells a maid to fill the tub with scalding hot water to soothe your cramps and tells another maid to change the sheets.

"Burn the sheets and the night gown", he tells the maid. "I don't want anyone unworthy to see my queen's blood, got it?"

And the maid nods quickly before running off.

While you sit in the steaming tub, Edmund sits on the floor beside it, keeping you company. He should be doing work, but instead he's here, with you.

"I'm sorry about your sheets", you sigh and lean against the tub. "I know that they're expensive."

"Shut up about those fucking sheets now", Edmund groans and caresses your cheek. "I have enough to buy a hundred more sheets. I could buy the entire world, if I wanted to. A few sheets are nothing for me."

He leans over to kiss your wet forehead.

"Are you disgusted?" you ask carefully.

"A bit ... but not as much as I thought I'd be", Edmund replies with a grimace. "I'm more concerned about you, to be honest. Seeing you bleed, in any way, makes my heart sink in a disgusting way. I'm just angry I don't have anyone to blame for your pain."

You try to joke. "Blame my parents for making me a girl."

But he looks deadly serious. "No, never. They made you ... my wife and queen. I could never blame them for giving you this pain." He sighs and taking your hand. "If there is anything i can do to take the pain away, tell me. Teach me."

"Well, you actually had this right, the warm water. It helps."

"Anything else?"

"Sugar. Just for the hormones."

Edmund nods, thinking. He shouts for a maid to tell the kitchen staff to make cakes. He then turns back to you and smiles proudly. Maybe he isn't as bad as you thought?

[henneseyhoe]

Just One More. | 2

Lewis Hamilton x BLACK!FEM!Reader

WARNINGS: short, no smut! (surprisingly), just fluffy shit for father’s day <44 😘

SUMMARY: Congratulations! You had the twins! time to deal with lewis and his new dad antics (again), but first, here’s two cute moments.

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“You happy now?”

You stare at your husband through tired and teary eyes, watching him cradle your daughter in his arms. You had just gone through twenty hours of labor, spending half of those hours at home and in pain and the other half in the hospital. When you got there you could barely walk, every contraction you felt striking your belly and back which made your knees weak. You swore hours earlier it was just braxton hicks, but your twins soon proved you wrong. Very, very wrong.

When you heard both their cries erupt in the room, you smiled in victory as you were finally done with the most crucial part.

“You did so good, love”

Lewis praised you with stray tears he could no longer hold in trailing down his cheeks, a sweet kiss being placed on your forehead before he did the same to the twins. The boy who was born first, with no surprise, looked exactly like Lewis. He was a spitting imagine of your other set of twins when they were babies, but that daughter of yours? All you. Exactly three minutes apart, when she arrived the nurses were starting to wonder if Lewis was in the room at all when she was conceived.

You looked at the two newborns, just as proud of your work as god himself was.

“You know, I was gonna lose it if she was a boy” You spoke while gently brushing your fingers through your son’s soft hair. Lewis chuckles and lays besides you in the hospital bed, his eyes switching attention from baby to baby, but never letting go of his babygirl. You smile and let him have his moment. You knew the hogging was mostly because of him being in shock that he actually got his girl, He’d be all over your son also come morning time.

“I’m in awe how much she looks like you. Usually they don’t look like anyone right away but wow…she’s all you, Y/N” Lewis expresses, a finger caressing her blushed cheek. You just nod in agreement, laughing at how her hair stuck up in the front like spikes while everything else laid down. Lewis was too busy gushing over both of them to point out how silly either of them looked.

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When you two took the babies home, it was hard to keep the twins away from them. Your boys were there peeking over your shoulder at every feeding, every burping, every changing, even every bath. They had started to ask when they’d be big enough to play with, a toy in both of their hands as they waited for your answer. Before you could speak, Lewis was already speaking, serving them with the facts while simultaneously burping the baby in his arms.

“They won’t be able to play with you two for a while. They’re too small right now and they don’t do much but sleep and eat”

Your boys pouted, one rolling his eyes back dramatically. “Well, that’s boring! They’re boring!” Silas, the older one huffed, sitting on the coffee table in front of you. Both you and Lewis cackled, but the boys found nothing funny. “Yes, babies are boring for the first few months”

“Why’d you go and get two more then?” Silas’s face scrunched as he asked and you tried helplessly not to laugh so loud at the poor baby that the infant in your arms would jump out of her sleep.

“Yeah, Lewis…Why did we ‘get’ two more?” Egging it on, you look back at your husband for another answer, your face riddled with amusement as he completely curves the question. “Any questions other than that? Saint?”

“So they can’t throw a ball? or catch it?” Saint inquired as he went back to the previous topic, sitting next to his brother. You shake your head ‘no’ and they both sigh.

“And they can’t talk either?” Silas asks, earning another laugh from you and Lewis. You two thought the constant questions would stop at three, but your boys were a curious pair. You’d only hope the next set were a bit more tame but with how the universe humbled you the last time...

“If you hear them talking before they hit nine months then please inform daddy so he can call Guinness world records”

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💌: again, superior trope, dad!lewis for the win, muah!💋

[hoedamn-eron]

sick bug

Silas is ill with a bug.

Warnings: As usual, Nathan is his own warning, but mentions of throw up so emetophobia warning. Mentions of breastfeeding (a fed baby is a happy baby, whether bottle or breast). One mention of Nathan drinking and being hungover. Slightly proofread. Word count: 1,296 F!Reader, no use of Y/N.

Yet another dad!Nathan one shot (this is the last one I have planned for now). A part of the same universe as Shut up, Kid and Bluey! but can also be a stand-alone.

You sigh tiredly as you walk into the kitchen, Silas plastered to your chest and gripping your shirt tightly with his little fists, where he was still fighting sleep after a restless night. He had barely eaten anything this morning, only managing half a slice of toast before he had cried for you again. You gave up any other sort of food for him and took him in your arms, letting him nurse from you, the only comfort he seems to want (you were more than willing to give it to him). Nathan was pouring you a cup of coffee, feeling like you need it after the 12 hours you’d had (you wish you could inhale cup after cup, but the thought of pumping and dumping gives you hives). 

“He settled?” Nathan asks, passing you the cup as he glanced at Silas, his dark eyes looking at his son with concern. 

“Just about,” you mutter, taking the cup and having a sip as you lightly sway Silas. 

You’d been up all night with your son; he’d been hit with some sort of sickness bug and had you up from midnight, where he had started screaming before immediately throwing up in his crib. Nathan had a meeting in the afternoon, so you’d taken your son and tried to settle him, but after a while you just ended up in the living room, trying to settle him with water and snuggles on the couch. Silas – thankfully – stopped throwing up at about 4am, and had fought sleep ever since, just wanting to be with (on) you, with your breast in his mouth at all times. 

You feel dead on your feet as you drink your coffee, but you daren’t take a seat. The moment you stop moving, Silas will scream the place down again. You continue to sway, almost putting yourself in a trance as you drink your coffee. 

“You look like shit.” 

 “Thanks,” you deadpan, ignoring his cursing. You’re too tired to even scold him for it. 

“I’ll take him,” Nathan says, taking a step towards you. “You go and sleep.” 

“You have the board meeting today – “ 

“Already cancelled it,” he said, gently wrapping his hands around Silas to lift him from you. 

Your shoulders sag in relief as Nathan takes Silas. As soon as the kid knows what’s happening, he immediately starts to cry, stretching his arms out to you as big, fat tears roll down his cheeks. Soon he’s openly sobbing, his voice hoarse from all the crying he’d already done. 

It breaks your heart, but you need to go and sleep. 

“Mama loves you sweetie, but I need to go to bed,” you say to Silas, wiping his tears away as Nathan holds him. “You’ll get lots of cuddles from dada.” 

Silas continues to cry as you give Nathan a quick peck before you disappear quickly towards your bedroom. Out of sight, out of mind (in Silas’s case, anyway). 

Nathan felt Silas’s forehead, satisfied that the kid didn’t have a fever, but picked up the bottle of Tylenol just in case. He got a sippy cup and filled it with water, before looking at Silas. “Come on bud, let’s go sit down,” Nathan says gently, before walking from the kitchen into the living room, medicine and sippy cup in his hand free hand. “We can watch some Bluey, huh? We like Bluey.” 

Silas’s cries soon turned into small whimpers as Nathan places the cup and medicine down within reach and grabs a blanket that was bundled up on the other side of the couch, which was coincidentally hiding Silas’s favourite pacifier (which was promptly placed in Silas’s mouth). Nathan gets them both settled on the couch wrapped in the soft blanket, which faintly smelled of you and Silas, before turning the TV on, switching to Bluey. 

Silas goes quiet from his place on Nathan’s lap, laying his head against father’s shoulder as he watches the TV, his eyes still watery from unshed tears. After a few moments, he subconsciously reaches up and threads his fingers through Nathan’s beard, just holding on lightly. Nathan was used to it, and it comforted the kid. It wasn’t like it hurt. Silas did the same with your hair when it was in reach. 

After a while, Nathan stroked Silas’s back lightly, finding his own comfort in the closeness of his son. He never thought he’d be doing this; being a dad, sat on the TV and watching a cartoon of a family of dogs. He didn’t see his life going in this direction, settling down and having kids, and Hell, he even enjoys it. It wasn’t until he met you that he even started thinking about these things. 

Nathan gives a small huff through his nose as he takes out the pacifier and offers Silas some water from the sippy cup, which the kid accepts, taking a few sips as his eyes don’t leave the TV screen. The kid looks just as exhausted as you. 

“You feelin’ better, kid?” Nathan said to Silas before turning back to the TV. “Been there bud. Before I had you, when you were just swimmin’ around in my nutsack, before you were even a possibility, I had killer hangovers all the time. Your mom hated it, she always had to tidy up my shit after. It’s not the same, but it still didn’t feel great.” 

Silas doesn’t even react as he held the sippy cup in his hands, watching the TV. Wordlessly, Nathan took the cup back and placed the pacifier back in Silas’s mouth. It wasn’t a few seconds later that Silas buried himself back into Nathan’s shoulder, watching Bluey again, his fingers curling back into Nathan’s beard. 

Nathan went back to stroking Silas’s back for a while, but he soon felt Silas suddenly get heavier. He looks down and sees that his son had fallen asleep, his restless night finally catching up with him. Nathan lightly chuckled to himself, before releasing Silas’s fingers from his beard and trying not to jostle Silas too much as he manoeuvred the kid into a more comfortable position. 

He freezes for a moment when Silas makes a small noise of protest, but Nathan relaxes as his son settles back down. 

Nathan just stares at him for a few moments, still baffled that this kid, this kid, was his. His journey into unexpected love and fatherhood had been a tangled web of conflicting emotions, and challenging, to put it nicely. And he wouldn’t change a Goddamn thing about it. As a man who was engrained in his own brilliance and seclusion, he never foresaw himself entangled in such human...complexities. He made this kid, and not with his genius, or in his lab (although the opportunity was there). He made this kid with you. 

Fuck, he loves you so much he willingly made a kid with you. 

He sighs in content as he sits back on the couch, his head leaning on the back of it. He closes his eyes, happy to just sit and feel the rise and fall of Silas breathing against his chest. 

Hours later, you emerge from the bedroom with a yawn, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. It's suspiciously quiet. You were half expecting the sounds of an upset infant. You walk towards the living room, where you pause, your heart melting at the sight. 

Nathan was fast asleep on the couch, his head hanging over the back, his hands securely on Silas’s back as the kid sleeps against Nathan’s chest, one hand in Nathan’s beard, the other curled up towards his own chest. Bluey was still playing on the TV at a low volume.

You snap a quick photo, giggling quietly to yourself. You deem it Nathan’s newest desktop wallpaper. 

[fanficwriter284]

Slapabelle HC’s?

Aww this is a cute one!

Well lets start from the beginning shall we?

These two....were practically oil and water.....and then just pour a bunch of gasoline on the situation and light a match. When I tell you they hated each other...the HATE was STRONG....They both knew the superficial idea of the other. Anne thought he was a cocky, self-absorbed snob, who couldn't care less about anything, hence his constant drive to create unnecessary chaos. And Slappy thinking Anne was a prim and proper lady thinking she was above everyone and everything who was just a drag to be around.

Turns out they were both dead wrong...And ended up falling hard of each other....Slap falling first....

You may see in some of my writing Slaps usually referred to as Sam or Samuel. Well Anne gave him that human name thinking it suited him as when he became human having an ID that said Slappy probably wouldn't have been ideal. His full human name is Samuel Silas Stine. He jokes that it sounds like a Marvel character name but he doesn't mind and loves his name because it came from the woman he loves.

It took Anne a while to come around to Slap...let alone letting herself actually admit that she caught feelings for an absolute loon of a goofball. But seeing how he actually behaves with the comedic mask off only made her fall for him more. With the comedy front off he's on the more listening side and shuts his mouth. And though it's still difficult for him to actually focus he's a bit more relaxed and always asks and checks on her. He has a great fear of being abandoned or forgotten so he always ensures that the people around him feel acknowledged. Laughter is the best medicine as he always says.

Sam was very hesitant to come around to the idea of having a family...and it happened by surprise and when he found out Anne was pregnant he was....well.....Let's just say he put on a brave face for her and reassured her he was completely on board and then went for a walk and when he was out of sight sobbed for a few hours. He felt he would be a complete failure as a parent and that his kid (at the time before it was triplets) would suffer having him as a dad. He had no idea where to start and had no idea how to even hold a baby. He was going through it....And he went over to Chucks where Jig and Billy were...and at first masking well...only to just breaking down moments after...."I'm going to be a horrible father" Were his exact words before just falling apart and much to his shock Chuck just hugged him and soon followed by Billy with Jig offering some very helpful advice....

When he went back home he gave Anne a long deep hug which she reciprocated and they both had a long talk and he felt alot better afterwards.

When they found out it was triplets he passed the fuck out....thank god there were doctors on standby....And this time around Anne was the one going through it....And Sam managed to keep it together reassuring her it would be okay.

These two always manage to balance the other out in any situation

Onto some more....sadder stuff

When they first found out Sam was sick they didn't know how to process....He felt fine....He Looked fine....So he was fine...That's have Slap always put it....Till things just took a down spiral....He started losing his appetite and drive to do anything. He medication they put him out left him feeling awful and losing an unhealthy amount of weight...His cheek sunken in exposing his cheekbones, and his ribcage exposed....not a time he likes to look back at.... He didn't know how she did it but Anne managed to keep him together.

She always took care of him, making him meals that he could keep down, learned to administer his medications....everything....Because she refused to let him get worse and waste. And thankfully he managed to get better and back to his old self-somewhat....after a long while...

...

Onto some more lighthearted stuff!!!

Slappy loves singing and dancing. And he's actually really good at it. He openly encourages Anne to join him, and he'll gently pull her to him and lead.

He also plays Piano and Guitar and has sung a duet with Anne....yes that's the kind of romantic he is people. He's always on for theatrics.

Anne has somehow taught this man patience....it's a miracle.

He helps her come out of her shell and she helps him simmer down.

He's gotten tattoos of all their names on him.

They've given each other plenty of nicknames but their favorites are

My Darling Belle And My Little Goofball

And they are wonderful parents, their kids are the apples of their eyes.

[opalsimmer]

(113) Back To Normal

Back with her husband, she shared what Zelmira had told her about babynames.

Silas: That's a good idea, but we don't even know the gender yet. Maybe the name will just come to us when baby is born." Lucia: "True, let's not stress about it. Zelmira seemed like her mind was elsewhere when I spoke to her though." Silas: "You know how she is, especially after doing readings all day." Lucia: "I guess... Although I feel like everyone I have spoken to about the baby have seemed lost in thought."

It was a warm day, and even though Silas couldn't feel any temperatures as a ghost, he wanted to try swimming. Silas: "This is strange, the feeling of being in water as a ghost is like the opposite of when I'm human." Lucia: "That's interesting love, I just hope you're back to your old self soon."

Silas: "I think it's happening." As Silas went back onto land, a rush went through his body and he was back to normal. Luckily.

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[rawrkki]

Rawrkki's sims cc dump

Hello eveyonee!

the time has finally come to showcase my sims cc collection that i promised you all. this is all the cc i have collected from july - september. it has taken me ages to put this all together so thank you for your patience :D

Hair ::

dahlia hair , jenn hair , silas hair , helia hair , helena hair , farah buns , suki hair , cassandra hair , page braids , aventia hair , bordeaux hair , byrdie bun , haven hair set , queenie hair , julie and cassie hairs , katniss braid , flowers bun , lucia bun , rachel hair , rin hair , futaba hair , laura ponytail , henrietta hair , gladys hair , libby hair , cassie hair , bonnie hair , funke hair , the curls collection , hye hair , nia hair , camille hair , iris hair , meiko hair , alexa hair , eylen hair set , bellatrix hair , gia hair

Sets ::

(g)i-dle - tomboy set , the downtown collection , romantic pajama set , y2k style set , the solstice collection , the scream collection , winter essentials , year of the rabbit , affection set , girlieZ collection , juicy tracksuit , fairy grunge lookbook , sweetie set , the mimosa collection , meadow winds set , vellichor set , nostalgia set , the thrift set , the gossip collection , bohemian child set , karaoke set , secret society collection , lovebirds set , sunday nights collection , senior year collcetion , kumikya sweater collection , agos dress , neve set , cyber cargos , brand new set , random top collection , silky dress , luna leggings , ankle biter set , bizochito set , recolor dump (you'll have to find the meshes yourself sorryyy) , sunny skies , star collection , baby doll top , skirt collection , fold down pants , band tees , silly shirts , stripes bikinis

Makeup ::

nya eyeliner , gyaru gals , spiderlike eyeliner , graphic liner set , countess set , sour fruits set , sophia lipstick , bad bixch eyeliners , pastel y2k collection , eyeshadow n212 , sukeban eyeshadow , starliner , magbay eyeliners , nose graphic liner

Presets ::

elven ear presets , nose presets , mouth presets ,

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Thank you all for being so patient, and im sososo sorry this took sooo long to make, ive been having some personal problems so that has taken away a huge chunk of my time. There is more i couldve included but honestly this wouldnt have ever made it out of the drafts if i tried to add all of that. If you want to see some more mods ive collected, my pinterest where everything is here: :D Thank you again for all the support, and hopefully some new content should be out soon for you guys!

Love you alll

-Atlas

[youeverjustmarryabountyhunter]

Jango, Silas and Myles my beloved-

This little happy au consumes..everything about me-

Welcome back to the Jaster lives au where yet again Jaster is..no where to be found- I'm gonna draw him eventually guys, plz-

Also more art ✨✨ and *gasp* BABY BOBA??

I simply had to. Look at that chubby little face-

God I have..a lot to say about this au..this rendition especially- and I have Jango, Silas, Myles refs for this au coming soon hopefully!^^

But no headcannons this time, just art! (My asks are open though 👀👀👀 if you wanna know more! Or you could DM me and I talk your ear off it's your choice really-)

And here's all the doodles/sketches/full page. Working on coloring it^^

Previous Posts About This Au-

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[changingplumbob]

What is your OC bringing to the class for show-and-tell?

*Bell rings* Come on young ones, time to grab your favourite piece of random!

High School Class

Onyx Pancakes: These are all my horse books. And here is my short essay using them to try and convince my mother to get me a horse.

Carson Foster: Reduce, Reuse, Recycle! This is the trash bag representing how much rubbish my household generated in a day. (wouldn't take real rubbish because that is not a healthy choice for managing our OCD) Every one of you produces a similar amount that will likely NEVER decompose *begins rant about recycling*

Artemisia York: This is my praying mantis. She and her species engage in woohoo canibalism so she may have killed dozens of unsuspecting mates as well as her usual prey for feasting

Middle/Primary School Class

Fergus Pancakes: This is my camera. I know we mostly use the camera on our phones now but I love photography so mother and dad got me a real one.

Milton Goth: This is the collection of outfits my older brother and Uncle James use to dress up their cats

Heckler: Your brother shares cats with your uncle???

Milton: Uncle James is my brother in law, so he married my brother, but that's not the point. Look how cute these vampire and knight outfits are

Silas Knightstone: Today I brought some pictures of me and my younger brother Pollock. He's the best baby brother you could ask for. He's going to be a toddler soon. Here we are playing peek-a-boo

Savannah Chopra: Here are some locusts I caught on papa's crops. Mama and papa have promised we're going to go to Granite Falls and I can collect more. Bugs are amazing

Mercedes Chopra: Umm... I got some... sheet music. Mama says she... composted (composed) it when she was pregnant with me and Savannah. When I get... older she says she's going to teach me how to play it.

Daycare Darlings

Alfred Villareal: I like... birbs. This birb toy *waves bird toy* mummy got. Mummy know birbs. Mama got birb *points to self*... top!

Rilian Villareal: Sammich, no like, no like *waves half sandwich he hid in his bag to avoid eating it at home*

Viola Chopra: Egg! *chicken noises* (she absolutely bought some boiled eggs from the coop and would say that Cluckton lay them)

Pollock Knightstone: *chomps on squeaky toy*

[r0-boat]

Got inspired by reading some fanfics about a reader giving the silent treatment to their f/o and it got me wondering…

How would your ocs Silas, Cole, and Holt react if their s/o got upset with them and gave them the silent treatment?

👀

Hell yeah

OC's: Holt, Cole, and Silas reaction to S/o being upset and giving silent treatment

(hey I have OC's and I write OCX reader if you're interested ;) )

Holt

As soon as you see your tears well up from the argument he just rolls his eyes and goes out for a smoke. The next morning he wakes up usually you're so chatty but this time, you're silent. As quiet as a mouse, even as he grunts a 'morn'n', you don't say anything. Silent treatment? Really??? Whatever, He doesn't care.

Spoiler: he does. He cares a lot, He's grown so used to your constant chatting He gets antsy when he can't hear you. Even if he doesn't respond back he's always listening. He's more irritable. He just wants you to stop that stupid silent treatment, That shit's for babies anyway not like it's working.

When he finally hits the boiling point he just yells He breaks "fine, I'm sorry there?! Can you stop being so quiet now? Freaking me the fuck out. I'll do anything."

You're angry at him and it's not right He doesn't feel right when you're not talking to him like normal. And he's weirdly upset when you're mad at him. What the fuck is happening to him??

Cole

He goes away to cool off storming out the house. When he comes back dinner is being cut but you don't say a word to him. You must be so mad at him, All right he'll give you some space then. However the next day you're still mad at him. It's starting to worry him. His heart is starting to hurt. He misses you so much. You're physically there but you're not there... He must have hurt you pretty bad.

Cole can be soft, under that hard snarky exterior that's a man who loves you. He wraps his arms around you. He sets a freshly picked (very messy) bouquet of wildflowers on the counter "I'm sorry darling. I did not mean to say those words. I did not know how much they hurt."

He knows that sometimes he can be a bit of a blockhead His anger gets in the way, and he says things he does not mean. He needs to work on that, which He is trying to figure out.

When he wants to make it up to you he means that. He's grateful to have you and he doesn't want to lose any more people he loves.

Cw: Yandere character below, unhealthy relationship dynamic ahead, manipulative behavior, obsessive behavior, love bombing

Silas

Oh...oh dear. It must be something about rules that he set that he will not budge. Silas thrives on his lover's attention and he does not do well with silent treatment. He is royalty and he is used to getting whatever he wants.

He will find a way to get your attention back. Without changing his rules. His rules are there to 'protect' you and his rules are firm. Whether it be physical gifts or affection He will crank up his normal love bombing behavior.

The longer you go with that silent treatment the crazier he becomes. Please darling talk to him He can't stand at this quiet!! He needs you in his arms, don't you see?! He needs that attention. He'll try to get your eyes to look at him one way or another. Perhaps he should fake a sparring accident. He might be wounded... But it's worth it if you could hear your pretty voice repeat his name.

[funsizesira]

Self-portrait progression !

2020-2024

Just wanted to see how I drew myself changed! I’m really proud of how this year’s piece came out so I wanted to compare it to all that have come before it. - [He/it/xe, some of these pieces were made when I was a girl/fem presenting]

I have done digital art for a hella long time, but I feel like my progress was a lot slower, and as I have become a better artist I have also come to improve at a swifter pace which makes me happy i have adapted so much ! I don’t see myself as particularly human and I really adore how I was able to improve with my self expression over time!!! Silas was also featured 3 years in a row, being size accurate this year (next to my baby Sira!) as well hehe.

I LOVE MY OCS SM!!!!! I’m planning on staring on writing their lore soon…..

[darkbluekies]

The track runner reader fic w/Silas got me thinking👀

Hear me out okay..

Ballerina reader x Silas

How would he react to see her practice,her shows

Swan lake, Giselle..

Italian fouettés, Entrechat quatre x3 royale, Developpe A la Seconde etc

Yk the high extensions,leg holds the whole shebang

Just a thot👀

Stolen part

Yandere!mafia x fem!reader

Summary: you've finally been granted to do ballet, but when Silas sees you upset, everything turns into a nightmare

Warnings: yandere, mentions of blood, broken bones, a lot of guilt and confusion, panic attack(?), reader just feeling horrible

Word count: 2.1k

A/N: I took some creative liberty with your request, I hope that's okay. And uh, I know 0 about ballet, so take this with a handful of salt<3

One performance — that’s the deal. One single performance and then you’ll go back to normal life. You nearly fainted when he told you that you could do one dance, after months and months of begging, pleading and crying. You almost started threatening him when you became desperate enough. 

“Well … we’re here”, Silas sighs as his men stop the car. “You know the rules, don’t you? Do we have to go through them again?”

“No, I know them”, you smile. 

You take his hand while exiting the car. Silas smiles and squeezes your hand softly. It’s worth all the trouble, he tells himself. If you’re happy, then it’s all worth it.

When you enter the practice room, you’re met by a dozen other girls wearing the same clothes as you. It’s been such a long time ago that you’ve felt so … included. There’s a certain feeling about wearing the same thing that creates a unity you can’t explain. 

“Run along”, Silas tells you, giving you a small push towards the group. 

He walks over to the instructor. He can tell right away that she knows who he is. He braces himself. She can either call the police or let him go. If she decides to call the police, he’ll have to create a blood bath and snatch you back in the car. 

“Can I have a word with you?” Silas asks politely. 

“Sure”, the woman answers hesitantly. 

“I can tell by the look on your face that you know very well who I am, so I want to make a deal with you.”

“What type of deal?”

“If you don’t call the cops on me and give my girlfriend an honest chance — because I know that she’s magnificent — I will fund your entire club. All clothes, all expenses, all props, venue, is on me. Fair?”

The woman thinks for a moment. Silas know that the club is underfunded. He knows that she has to agree.

“Okay”, the woman says shortly. 

“Good”, Silas replies and waves at you to come over. 

You skip over with sparkling eyes. He pulls you in to kiss him, in front of everybody. His kisses are always controlled by him, but they always show extremely much love for you, a deep hunger nothing can satisfy. 

“My men will stay to supervise, to make sure nothing happens to you”, he says and gives you another kiss. “Have fun now, little thing. I’ll see you soon.”

You nod. Silas squeezes your shoulder, gives the group of ballerinas a warning stare and then leaves. 

You return to the group. The people who knows who Silas is give you nervous gazes and the ones who don’t look at you with jealousy. 

Well, this is starting off great, you’ll absolutely make many friends.

Time goes on. Silas enjoys seeing the wise smile on your face every time you exit the building after a practice. Every time you’re in practice, he takes the opportunity to do some errands. He always makes sure to come pick you up clean, never covered in blood. 

But one day, you’re crying when you meet him. His heart drops in an instant and he thinks that putting you in ballet was a mistake. It wasn’t worth it at all. 

“What happened, baby?” he asks worriedly and takes you in his arms. “What did they do to you?”

You struggle to talk through your violent sobs. He believes that you’re having a panic attack, but you can still move relatively well. Silas grabs your shoulders and waves at his men to come over. 

“Y/N, what did they do to you?” he asks and looks at his men. “Did any of the others hurt her?”

The men shake their heads. 

“Y/N!” Silas says sharply. 

“I-I didn’t … get … the ... lead role”, you manage to get out through your sobs. 

You know it’s silly, of course. Honestly. It’s childish to cry over not being the main character, but this was your only chance to be on stage before you’ll get pulled back into capture. You’ll never have this much freedom again. It’s embarrassing to cry about this, and you know that very well, but they don’t know how much you’ve suffered to even be in the practice room. 

“You didn’t?” Silas asks shortly. 

“No”, you cry. 

Silas turns to his men and hands you to one of them. 

“Bring her to the car”, he says. “I will be back soon.”

He disappears into the building. The practice room is empty, apart from the constructor who is cleaning up after today's class.

“Oh”, she says, noticing him. “Can I help you?”

“If you're smart, you can”, Silas says coldly. “I heard that Y/N didn't get the lead role. I'm just wondering why?”

“She wasn't exactly what I had in mind for this particular role … I mean, she's extremely good, but just not what I had in mind when I visualized the lead. She's a runner up, though.”

Not good enough, Silas thinks.

“Okay”, he says and nods. “I see.”

Without waiting for an answer, he turns around and leaves. Anger is burning through his chest. Seeing you so upset makes him see red. He would burn down the entire world for you to watch you smile. He walks back to the car where you sit in the backseat and the two men in the front. 

“Hey, baby”, he smiles and sits down beside you. “Are you feeling better? Should we get some food on the way home?”

You nod. Silas smiles and wipes your tears. His men are forced to hear how he sucks the air out of you in the backseat. He devours your lips, trying to comfort both you and himself. He holds you in his arms, letting you cry. The more you cry, the more embarrassed you feel. You’re ashamed because you can’t understand why you are so upset over it. It’s just a role, you’ll still be on stage, won’t you? Is it because you think that you’re better than the others? That you deserve the position of the lead? Do you deserve it because you’re so good or because this is your only chance? The others have many more opportunities to get the role you want, why can’t you just get one? You’ll never be seen again, why can’t you get it?

Why are you thinking like this? You’re not entitled to anything. Has Silas imprinted the narrative that you’re so special, so wonderful that deeply into your brain? Do you believe that you’re this special, one of a kind person that deserve everything because you’re so special? 

“Baby, what’s wrong?” Silas asks, caressing your cheek. “You look so thoughtful. Let me in.”

“I- … I- …”, you start, but can’t seem to talk — you can’t even formulate your own thoughts.

“Breathe, baby. It’s okay, you’re with me now.”

“I am breathing … I just …”

“Just …?”

You shake your head. 

“Just hungry”, you lie. “And tired.”

“It’s okay, you’ll get some food soon”, Silas promises and kisses your lips once again. “We’ll stop by McDonald’s.”

You get your food and you eat together with Silas in your bedroom, but you can’t stop thinking about the lump in your stomach. Why are you so upset? Why can’t you put words on your feelings? 

You lay awake the entire night in your empty bed (because Silas is out working) and think. Crying over not getting the lead role won’t make you enjoy the last few weeks in the club. Ballet is your true love, you should do everything you can to enjoy it — specifically because you’ll not get it back. You should be happy with your role — you’re even a runner up! That’s fantastic. You breathe out. Ease sets into your heart. It doesn’t matter what role you get, as long as you have fun. 

When you enter the practice room the next time, you can tell that something is wrong right away. The girl who got the lead part … has crutches. You feel a shiver run down your back. Mortified, you shake your head. Silas. He must have done something to give you the lead role, that you so desperately wanted. He never got to know that you became satisfied with your original role. Guilt washes over you, suddenly you feel extremely sick. You need to take a hold on the wall to not fall. One hand presses against your chest to not vomit. 

“Y/N, are you okay?” one of the body guards asks as they hurry over. 

You nod sloppily. 

Fuck, fuck, fuck, oh my god. This is all my fault. 

This is what you had been feeling bad about — finally you can put words on that weird feeling in your stomach. You were scared that Silas would do something to the girl that got the lead without even noticing it. If anything, that shows how close you know Silas.

“He … he did this … didn’t he?” you whisper, feeling distant. 

“The boss couldn’t stand to watch you be upset”, one of the body guards answers quietly, only for you to hear. “He made sure to get you the role he wanted.”

You’re freezing. That poor girl. Suddenly you don’t want that part anymore. The part is dirty, and your hands are covered in blood. 

Your mind is anywhere but in practice when you dance your stolen part, but your body works for you. 

Silas is standing out in the parking lot a wide smile when you walk out. He opens his arms for you, but you don’t walk into them. 

“Are you happy now?” he asks. 

“You shouldn’t have done that, Silas …”, you say quietly and shake your head. 

He tries to grab you, but you jerk back. Silas frowns. 

“But you wanted it”, he says. “You had a panic attack. I gave the part to you.”

“Silas, I feel extremely guilty. I stole her part. It’s not fair.”

He grabs your shoulders and force you to look at him. 

“The world isn’t fair, little thing”, he says. “If you have some power, use it. I want to use my power to make you happy, baby. You’ll do better than that girl ever could. You should have gotten that part from the very beginning.”

He gives you a kiss and brings you to the car. 

When the day for the performance arrive, you refuse to come out of the dressing room. The costume looks horrible on you. You can only see the other girl in the mirror. None of the other girls have talked to you after the lead girl ended up with crutches. They all know why you got the role. And how you got it. 

“We start in five minutes, get out!” the instructor tells you and basically pulls you out on stage. 

You see a lot of familiar faces in the crowd. Silas has brought as many of his men as he possibly could. Silas himself is sitting in the front row with his right hand man beside him, smiling at you. You look around. All his men are smiling at you. Weirdly enough, it’s somehow cute. They all look like they could kill anyone in any second, but the second you look their way, big, genuine smiles creeps up on their faces. Turning them from killer machines to teddy bears. 

You dance to the best of your ability. This is what you’ve been begging and pleading for. Better enjoy the spotlight while you can. You can’t help but feeling dirty throughout the performance. Silas, however, has never looked this proud before. 

The second the applauds roll in, you fall to your knees, crying. You fulfilled your childhood dream, but at what cost? A girl broke her leg because of your emotions, you stole her role … you’re covered in dirt that you can’t wash off. You don’t deserve these applauds. You don’t deserve any of this. 

“Y/N!” Silas gasps and runs up on the stage with his right hand man by his side. “Are you okay, baby?”

“I want to go home”, you sob. “Get me out of here.”

Silas nods and waves at his men to walk out. He picks you up and follows his men. 

“You did so well, baby”, Silas smiles while walking. “I’ma always proud of you, but this was something else. Everyone saw how absolutely fantastic you were. You’re an absolute badass, baby. I fucking love you so much.”

You smile slightly. It’s finally over. You’ve achieved your dream — although you wish that you never had done it — and now, you’re going back to your locked bedroom. You almost long for it. 

[antiquatedsimmer]

"Please excuse her," Lucile said as soon as they were inside, her voice trembling, "She’s not feeling well, and I think the weather has only put more stress on her… She’s not normally like this."

Nia’s eyes softened, "Lucile, I'm old. It takes more than a sharp tone to ruffle my feathers. Besides, I remember how hard it is."

A brief moment of silence stretched between them, before Nia continued.

"Do you have any children, Lucile?"

Embarrassment welled up inside Lucile, the same feeling she had as a child when she felt out of place. Women her age usually had several children by now. She sighed, disappointment coloring her words. "Not of my own."

" From an experienced mother...When I was carrying my youngest, it was difficult to move around. You can ignore my advice if you like, but I don't think straying too far from home is wise. She could end up hurting herself and the baby.""

Lucile nervously steepled her hands, tapping the tips together anxiously. This was something she had always hoped to discuss with her own mother, but with her gone...

"Lucile." Nia’s voice cut through her thoughts, pulling her back to the present. She realized she had spaced out without responding.

"Oh—uh, you're right," she stammered. "We just got caught up in the rain. I'll make sure she rests more."

Nia’s face had hardened into a stony expression, her brow furrowed. The look made Lucile feel like a child about to be scolded. She tried to hide the anxious fidgeting of her fingers.

"Lucile, come here."

Nia's tone was firm as she ushered her toward one of the empty tables. "I’m going to ask you again—what’s wrong?"

"Woman to woman, I can tell something is off. Whatever judgment you might face outside of here, I promise it won't fall on you while it's just us in this room."

"Forgive me, I…" Lucile struggled to maintain the polite tone she had practiced, but exhaustion and stress broke through. Her shoulders slumped. "These past months have been awful…"

What began as a small confession about her and Josephine being alone, struggling to find work and living in the woods, snowballed into a torrent of emotion.

Her parents' deaths, her brother's betrayal, their neglect, and the harsh reality of leaving the home her father had meant for her all poured out in an avalanche of words.

Nia listened patiently, occasionally nodding. At one point, she got up from the table and poured them both glasses of wine. Lucile stared at the purple liquid in Nia's glass, her own glass already empty from stress-drinking it all.

"I know what that feels like, Lucile. You're not alone," Nia said, her voice a soothing balm against the raw edges of Lucile’s despair. She gently rested her chin on her hands.

"You do?" Lucile perked up.

"Of course."

"My people were forced away from their home years ago. We walked for miles, and thousands of my people perished from starvation, disease, abused by the control of US the army."

Lucile's eyes widened in shock. She hadn't heard anything about this, not even in her history classes with her father.

"I-, that’s horrible. I… had no idea. Papa never mentioned anything like that."

"Imagine writing a book about your life. Wouldn't you be tempted to leave out the most unflattering chapters?"

Silas always had a way of painting changes at home in a positive light, even when they served only his own interests. Those memories flitted through Lucile's mind like fleeting ghosts.

Nia’s voice broke through her reverie. "People like us are often seen as mistakes, something to be erased. My point, Lucile, is that I understand the pain of losing family, the toll of disease, the upheaval of moving, and the challenge of starting over...That type of pain, never truly goes away. "

"And raising a child in such harsh circumstances? It's a immense task to take on alone."

A choked cry escaped Lucile's lips. "I don't know what to do. Everything I've done… it's never enough."

"Nizééʼ!" Nia's words cut Lucile's cries short, her words like a lash. "Life will give you plenty to cry about if you don't do what needs to be done."

Lucile squirmed in her seat, straightening her back and doing her best to stifle her sniffles. "Well, wha—what can be—I mean, what can I do?"

"You ask for help."

[thatgayb1tchwhosimps4her]

Elara Lore (Pre and Post-Games)

(For this OC) Again, I added colours, so it didn't look bad :)

CW: Discussions/mentions of the games (??), talks of murder + death (I'm pretty sure that's all).

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Pre-Games:

Only daughter (and eldest child) of Lyra Cunningham and Caspian Thatcher (her mom and dad).

Has three younger brothers; Kairos 'Kai' Thatcher (born year of the 36th games), Gideon Thatcher (born year of the 40th games), and Ronin Thatcher (born year of the 45th games).

Met Haymitch (and Lenore) through mutual friends (her friend Silas Thorne from D8, and Flynn Vale, his from D12), when she was 13, and they cross through to the woods (pic below), along with Burdock and Tanner.

Bit of backstory to Silas; prior to that (by about 8 years), Elara and Silas met in their first year of school, when a small group of the other boys in their year were picking on him/shoving him around (just typical school bully stuff), and when one of them pushed Silas a little too hard, causing him to fall over, El stepped in, and full-on punched the like "main bully", which ended up with the two of them sat outside the principles office, joking around about it, and becoming each other's first friend.

This becomes a regular thing over the next few years, as they all get to know each other fully, etc, and become like a secret group of friends, who fuck around (as teenagers do).

Also last little bit, similarly to Burdock teaching Katniss how to hunt, Elara's mom had been teaching her how to sow and make things by stitching things together since she was 6 (like dresses, or sock-puppet like-toy thingys).

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Post-Games:

Once the hovercraft collects her "body", she gets brought into a clinical-looking room, assumedly used to perform tests on the fallen tributes to assist with autopsy's (cause we're gonna pretend that the Capitol is humane enough to do that), the doctor discovers she's got a faint pulse, and obviously can't kill her.

So just lies that the tracker that got put in her arm was faulty because of the electrical current coming from the arena being off for a bit cause of what Haymitch did.

Eventually comes around after surgery, being awaken by Beetee and Wiress loudly arguing with a different doctor about them wanting to perform other surgeries on Elara (*cough cough* Haymitch and Katniss parallel), outside her room.

And because Elara's still drowsy from everything, in her head she thinks she's back home + mistakes Wiress for her mom (☹️), so she calls out to her "Mama? Mommy?" (El's just a baby☹️).

So, of course, Wiress comes in (with somebody else who has a tray of food, like with Katniss in the first book) and sits down on the bed next to El while she eats, then lies down next to her when she's finished, letting the girl snuggle into her chest as she strokes her hair (☹️), before the doctor comes in (while El's distracted) + injects some sort of sleepy-medicine into her IV.

Once she gets better (I'm estimating about a week after this), she basically gets shipped back home in secret, cause obviously no one apart from Wiress, Beetee, and the doctors know she's alive, and the rest of Panem (including Elara's family, Tanner, and Haymitch) think she died in the arena, since they've never had two victors before, and they can't exactly kill her after-the-fact, after doing surgery on her, and all that.

As soon as she gets back to District 8, she's instructed by Capitol Peacekeepers to keep her head down, and just walk straight home, all of her family obviously shocked to see her, cause they've (literally) just seen a ghost.

Then mere seconds after the initial shock, her mom just rushes over and hugs her super tight and sobs (El does too, cause the last almost a month? has understandably been a lot), her siblings huddling around them soon after.

Then when Tanner sneaks into District 8 to see Elara's family (as he'd done every day, after work, to check up on them the whole time she was in the arena) and shuts the door behind him, just to see her sat there with them, he drops to his knees, and buries his head in his hands, thinking it's another nightmare.

After a little while, Elara manages to calm him down, and gets him to sit down with the other 4, cause she needs to talk to all of them about the things that weren't televised, how she's alive, and what exactly happens now.

What happens now is she has to move out of the district, since she's better now, and wouldn't be at risk for infection and everything, so after some back and forth, she decides on the woods outside of 12, into one of the cabins there that her group of friends found while wondering around (with some help).

Then once Tanner processes all of that, he just kneels down in front of Elara, and proposes with his mom's ring he's always kept on a chain around his neck (with his dog tags), because "If we're running away into the woods together, I at least want you to be my wife first", even if they can't technically be married yet + in her whole "talk" she never told him he was to come/run away with her.

So they sneak into the woods along the outside of the Seam's fence, in District 12, and "move into" a run-down house out there, (as mentioned in page 106 of the "Catching Fire" book, that later just has a foundation left).

Once they do that, and it all gets sorted (following a lot of emotional goodbyes), about a couples weeks after that is when Haymitch's family (+ Lenore) get killed, and so (for the angst) so does Elara's family (and Tanner's mom), through whatever form of murder is the easiest and raises least suspicious. E.g, through poisoned food, or maybe fabric (for District 8).

Which they don't find out until a bit later on, when it's been too long after they were supposed to take turns to go to the cabin to check on them, and Flynn has his turn, obviously having to tell them about it, and shoot off fairly quickly afterwards, so he doesn't end up getting caught by Peacekeepers.

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Which brings us up to the same timeline as the end of SOTR (as far as I'm aware)/just before the epilogue, which will most likely be the thing I post next for this OC :)

Also, just a disclaimer, I have not read SOTR yet (I'm nearly finished re-reading the original trilogy, which is what I wanted to do before reading it, since apparently there are some references from the previous books/films in this book) + I only know stuff from spoilers, or the original trilogy books/movies, so I'll probably update this later on when I do.

However, I do know that are Beetee and Wiress are in the new book (and Mags), and I loved them in the 2nd movie, so that's the reasoning behind the second thingy of the post-games part :) Also to add a little bit of angst to the 3rd Quarter Quell - Johanna interacting with and saving(??) her dead mom's mentor/mother figure.

See you whenever I post next :)

-Harlow

[spectralstitions]

Part 2 of my Silas design ramble post! This one gets more into the relationship Silas has with how he looks & his relationship with another important character...

That's right bitches it's CHILD SILAS!!!!!!! Oughghhu he is so little and soft I just want to pet his big ol ears and THROW HIM AROUND. These are drawn in order of toddler -> kid -> preteen -> mid-teens. I have SOOOO many different possible ideas floating around for Silas's upbringing so I'm going to TRY to be a little vague for the sake of not writing a massive amount. But I DO know that the name of Silas' caretaker is Faustus Rose, or Faust for short. So VAGUELY what I'm thinking is that Faust wants a kid so very desperately and Silas is like an answer to his prayers. But he ends up feeling very guilty about Silas for the rest of his life, thinking the fact he wanted this kid so bad makes him to blame for how hard his life ends up being. Yeah as you will soon see, Faust has all the constitution of a wet noodle and he's kinda just pathetic about everything.

The name "Silas" means "of the forest", and I think it's a name Faust would have chosen very intentionally. Like a prayer of some kind to have him turn out like any normal commonfolk kid. And although Faust is smitten with Silas and doesn't care that he's more or less raising an imp, A LOT OF OTHER PEOPLE CARE. THEY CARE A LOT. The rest of his community has a very "what the actual hell is that burn it with fire now" attitude towards Silas. Well, once they find out about him, anyways. Faust is very secretive about him, but it becomes increasingly more difficult to hide an entire person as that person gets bigger and more curious about the world.

I dressed little baby in Silas in white because 1. my fauns historically lived in very deep dark woods with very little sunlight and dressing in dark colors meant camouflage from bad scary things. and 2. fauns love upholding traditions. So combining those two lore bits means fauns still wear all blacks and dark colors to this day and are basically not so subtly an entire civilization of goths. White and brighter colors in general are more associated with being easier to spot by dangerous things, so if I went with my idea of Silas being abandoned by his bio mother, it'd make sense that she'd have wrapped him in white to attract something to eat him.

In childhood, Silas' tail grows longer, but the appearance of his buttons makes Faust hopeful that Silas will at least grow antlers and that maybe he'll grow up to resemble fauns well enough to fit in with his peers mostly okay. It's a small bit of relief for him. Silas also comes into his very cheery, sweet, and curious nature, and so they have a couple of fun and hopeful years together. Silas does start to hear a few fucked up things firsthand, though it causes confusion more than anything as he's not quite self-aware enough to understand that he looks different from the people around him. And OOUUGHH I think when Silas first notices his buttons he gets SOOO excited and is always yapping about how excited he is to grow antlers just like Faust.

Eventually though Silas stars interacting with non-Faustus fauns out in the real world (He probably sneaks out to be real) and oh it does not go so well. By kids his own age, he's relentlessly and violently bullied, with a particular incident where his tail nearly gets cut off. And by adults he's treated like an actual freak and always assumed the worst of (picturing him trying to give someone a thing they dropped and they immediately assume he's a thief). It starts fucking him up real fast. Faust really pushes to have Silas stay indoors as much as possible and homeschools him as a part of this, but once the cat is let out of the bag so to speak they can't really fully go back to how things were.

Silas becomes uber-shy to the point of selective mutism for a few years and is pretty much guaranteed to be constantly scared and miserable unless he's with Faust which I'm sure does not establish any sort of alarming pattern of behavior at all. Faust's solution to Silas' problems is never to move away (he can't do that! he can't give up his position! *shoots him*) and it isn't to build up his self confidence. Instead he tries to help Silas find "solutions" to hide everything he doesn't like about himself and what he gets bullied for. That's most clearly seen in the fourth drawing, with the gloves and fake antler accessories (and his developing eye marks are covered by makeup). Oouughhh Like. Silas starting to freak out that some of his teeth are growing into fangs and becoming utterly hysterical over it, and Faust's response is "Oh no my sweet darling innocent baby angel this is so horrible and awful Oh this is so unfair. Don't worry my love I will teach you how to smile and talk without showing your teeth. Maybe we can even shave them down!" and OUUGHHHH THE ANGST OF "Is this happening to me because I'm a bad kid" and Faust getting speared through the heart LOL.

Silas also starts to prefer darker clothes and cloaks, partially because of the safety he feels in hiding and partially because it's more in line with typical faun fashion.

Once Silas starts noticing how different he looks from the people around him and how other people regard him, every single new development just completely shatters him and he considers the way he looks to be moral failing on his part. He's terrified of his own body -- Especially considering he has no reference point for what he's going to end up looking like. Eventually he just avoids looking at himself entirely. And Faust although very loving is also so soft and useless that he spends all those years kinda just reinforcing all of Silas's insecurities and feeling guilty without actually doing anything to help him.

Finlay coming into his life, not giving a second thought as to how he looks and describing to him a gigantic world out there full of people who look ten times weirder than he does, is the little thing that in the long run ends up turning his life around lol. Finlay is the first person he talks to outside of his own bubble and he quickly becomes obsessed with the notion of going on adventures around the world with people who are kind to him and maybe even finding other people who look like him. The reality of it ends up not being so black and white, but his belief that it IS is the only thing that keeps him going and gives him hope for the future. Even though it causes a lot more trouble down the line....

WELL. HOPE YOU ENJOYED MY SILAS RAMBLE. Writing this made me realize I have like ten thousand ideas for what his childhood could look like and I think I need to spend some time pouring over a google doc and dumping every last thought I have about him.

[cain-e-brookman]

Proud Tag

Thanks for the tag @eternalwritingstudent!

Rules: Post a snippet you’ve written that you’re pleased by/proud of and tag some friends.

gonna post a snippet of my in-progress short story that will eventually be available on the second tier of my (soon to be) patreon

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“You let people call you Granny?” Ignat said between bites, cutting off Miss Clementine’s sweetness.“In our country to call a Mage old is an insult. Mundanes grow old. We do not. Not under the blessing of Japhine of the Great Fire.”

Miss Clementine's lips pursed. Great Fire. Bless their hearts. Japhine was the sun. At least Marshers were grounded enough to call their god what he was: Lord Nybiegh of the Silver Moon. Son of Death. 

Hallow’n dry, hallow’n dry.

“Well, you wouldn’t rightly know it, but I’m the oldest Shadow Mage in the Marshes,” boasted Miss Clementine. “My daddy fought with Saint Silas back in the Mage Wars. Drove the Fae Lords from these very swamps, romanced my mama, and had me and my brother down off the Wild Paths, a skip and a jump from Bayou Neiv.” Miss Clementine paused, thinking. “Reckon he did alright. I grew up alongside the Marshes. I’m older than the Shadow King’s throne, let alone her castle. Older than some of these trees what built this house even! Can you imagine what I’ve seen? Had two babies of my own. And they both had two babies. And they did too. My kids are gone now, left off to wait for our Lord when His daddy comes to end this whole little world of ours. I see my grandkids here and there when they wander back through. I think I deserve the title of Granny.”

“You certainly do, ma’am,” spoke Aristarkh, sending a scalding look toward his companion. Miss Clementine knew he didn’t believe her. Most outside of her little town didn’t neither. But no one whose family lived there ever questioned it. There were very few constants in life, but her town knew them all: Death, the light of the Silver Moon, and Miss Clementine. “You must have seen much change in these marshlands.”

Miss Clementine frowned. “These ain’t marshlands.”

“I’m sorry?”

“These ain’t marshlands. These are swamps. Feller who named these lands didn’t know the difference. Swamps got trees. Marshes don’t.”

“Then why—”

“Cause we like being Marshers,” Miss Clementine said, high falutin with her eyebrows near her hairline. “They told us after the fact that these weren’t marshlands. We said shoot, guess we ain’t Marshers, then. Then we tasted those words and we didn’t much like them. So this here’s the Ixoryn Marshes. We are Marshers. And we live in a swamp.”

gonna tagggg @illarian-rambling @topazadine @dearunreliablenarrator @writing-with-melon @seastarblue and @spideronthesun but as always, no pressure!