#Raw Silver

[suntails]

dance of dreams

[egophiliac]

IMPORTANT QUESTION

My friends and I have started calling you the irl version of Lilia and we wished to know if you can cook because we are worried for the home if you cannot

(This is a light hearted joke)

I can (more or less) follow a recipe, which gives me the advantage! >:D ...although it is true then when left to my own devices I default to "dump in a bunch of random spices and see what happens". I...I just really like cayenne and turmeric okay --

other than that (and all the other many things that are different about us) Lilia and I are, y'know, basically identical.

[asaethiel]

two of many attempts to figure out his Shapes

[ineffablelarents]

Just finished a brocedes fic that quite literally had me crying on the floor. I will never recover what the fuck.

[slightly-gay-pogohammer]

actually im posting it here too. idea by @ reiketsui who KILLED ME

[lilaccatholic]

Boy who broke my heart, I hope life is kinder to your daughters than you were to me

[rabbithaver]

im a huge fan of the idea that silver hunts for and dispatches rats in the apocalyptic timeline the same way red-legged seriemas do. he sneaks up on them, picks them up with his TK, and violently slams them against a rock until they stop moving

he would be a tremendously effective hunter, too, given that most animals do not expect their predators to have fucking. ranged attacks

[alfheimr]

palette requests from twitter 👍 i used a different method of coloring for each one of these... a learning experience !

[krafterwrites]

Honestly I feel like Shadow and Silver are more proficient at super forms then people give them credit for, Shadow was able to take on Devil Doom with zero issues after almost dying against the Finalhazard, and Silver's first ever time going super has him either fighting against the most powerful being in the franchise, or separating every cell of the Metal Virus from every living thing that had been infected with it

[silverstreams]

got an escort along the sidewalk to work today by one of my crow buddies. excellent way to start the workday tbh

the bolder of my two buddies has started landing in the tree i’m closest to. to get my attention i assume. like ahem. would like another peanut please

[concretejungleurbanforest]

[enamamesan]

just thinking about the fact that gintoki’s default personality whenever his character gets reset/totalled is an honourable and loyal man.

[llondonfog]

Might I perhaps offer the idea of General Lilia learning the intimacies of food through a baby Silver? No longer is food a survival borne necessity-- No longer is it scavenged scraps, nor bottom barrel camp gruel. No longer is it meat stolen and seared by the ashes of a pillaged village, nor an unassuming toad, nor something cold, nor scheduled, and dull.

It cannot be.

The human wails and it is the screech of metal on metal. It does not often cry. Your error is extreme and grievous.

This vexes you.

The baby, of course.

Quickly now-- shut it up.

It is not old enough to consume solid foods. It has yet to bear fangs, or menace, and the flesh of its tongue is flaccid. This disgusts you. The human is not strong, nor smart, unable to not only defend itself with the simplicity of a bite, but unable to accomplish the base need of sustenance. You bear your own fangs, perhaps as a threat, perhaps of a (pleading) example.

You mash the food. What food? Well, you did resort to the toads before. If it wanted to live, surely it could eat the toad. No, you were told, (slapped, really, by warrior, daughter of Baul). Toads were unacceptable in either their nutrient fullness or mashed.

You worked hard to mash that.

Fine.

More for you.

It’s still crying.

Shit.

Fruits. Often a rare delicacy on the field. Wildberries were more-so cover than meal; more-so dare than comfort. Take it you damned human, and be grateful. You examine the pale yellows shoved towards your counter corner. An export, a gift from the golden bounties of the Scalding Sands, a gift from your Queen. Tsk. The expense far outweighs the cry of this human.

IT WAILS.

But perhaps it can buy you silence.

Your hand rises, meeting the hilt of your cleaver.

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Your eye twitches…

No…

No, this will not do.

(Your weapon is clean, you fool! Meticulously sheen and prepped for immediate confrontation! To slice a simple fruit? Please.)

((The blood haunts your weapon. Pestilence haunts your weapon. The cries haunt your weapon– baby.))

(You cannot use your cleaver, it is far above such use for a human.)

You glare at it, and are proud to note its fear. One look, and you have calmed its torrent of tears, though, even now the salt escapes its eyes. But of course, it is nature for the weak to weep in the face of danger. Its eyes are wide and curious. It sniffles, and auroral skies bore into your reddened grounds. Eyes and souls and whatnot.

Look away.

You prefer it crying.

But, ah, there it is again. Soft hiccups, like the light rains of morning dew.

Fine, human. You win for now.

You peel the banana and it coos, birds joining along in song. Mash now… Mash more. More.

…More?

You squint at it. Human.

It blinks.

Yes, yes you. Can you eat… drink… eat this?

Its wide eyes are a nod.

A snarl. Annoying.

It is still lumpy. I shall mash it more, lest you choke and die.

Mash.

Mash.

Mash.

Giggle.

…

Giggle.

Silence, human! Were you not taught the value of patience?

Clapping.

A scoff. Of course not. You humans have no concept of nobility, let alone virtue.

You work at the meal in silence. The sun filters gently through your window. It catches on the boy’s hair, and the strands seem to dance with rainbows. Your arms do not tire from the repetitive motion– please. You’re a trained solider. A dinner cannot cripple you.

The boy smiles at you.

SLAM.

Fine human. Fine. Take your food. Choke.

And even if Lilia’s food is dog shit lol, and he half-way seems to be trolling you, I think there’s a genuine fondness when he prepares a meal. Learning/ *cough* experimenting with recipes seems to be a freedom for him. The freedom of leisure, of finding peace in a meal– fun! even! It’s fun to have the luxury of playing– emphasis on playing!-- with food! Because you can afford it! Because there is a surplus! And it's even more fun to share with your family! (Rip, lol.) And when that joy and (cackled) playfulness is reciprocated with a bite? When your peace has value, and your silliness appreciated? (Even if it’s gross? Lol? DESPITE it being gross?) Gosh, I– I think that genuinely touches him. Even if he’s amused by your (foolishness) bravery, there is a love there. And to have all of this born from raising Silver (obviously)? HA. HAHA. LOSER. HE LOVES HIS SON. WEIRD. LOVES HIM SO MUCH, ENOUGH TO THE POINT OF CHANGE AND EVOLUTION. POINT AND LAUGH.

(Yo, the thought of him feeding his young child? Bro. BRO.)

Anywho, thought you would enjoy this lil brain worm lol. (Idk if you remember, but I actually sent you an anon before! I wrote to you about Sebek and his lil Plover family :) its totally okay if you dont lmao, but just in case, hi!) I hope you’re having a fantastic day :) thanks for all that you write!! <3333

plover anon, you came into my house and ripped out my sobbing heart piece by aching piece— this was wonderful.

it is one of my FAVORITE things in the entire fandom when an author digs inside lilia's general vanrouge persona, particularly now that we do know the bitter, stark contrast of how he behaved prior to finding silver and malleus' birth. how would he have reacted to being the sole guardian of a helpless child, especially one of his enemies, and possibly the child of the very human royalty who were responsible for the decimation of his country, his home? there's no love here, no grief for what's been lost, no bond of loyalty as he shares with malleus. this is a wailing and useless pink, squirming thing— he could not love it less.

and to capture that begrudging, spiteful attempt to simply ensure the child's survival (not care yet! not nurture!) through the act of FOOD no less! the journey of food being so intertwined with the journey of love for his human son is KILLING ME AND I'M IN LOVE!! i am eating up (no pun intended lol) lilia's inner monologue and it is SO SATISFYING!! the way you kept switching between the act of giving sustenance with the same blade that took the lives of this baby's kin, the way that lilia keeps struggling to view the child as anything more than the species responsible for their misery, the fucking hilarious way he keeps getting riled up for thinking he's being bested by silver's refusal of his absolute awful dinner offerings!!!

(and you did it all in second person pov my fucking BELOVED POV!!)

the transition of food from necessity, fuel, a means to an end, to a luxury explored with others, the delight in seeing a loved one's face react to your uncertain attempts— the fact that lilia knows his food is shit, and watches that baby-now-young-man take a bite no matter how many instances he's been stricken by it and smile weakly at him through his grimace and say, perhaps a bit less vinegar, father (father! FATHER!!), the fact that this boy will never refuse him, will love him and his godawful dishes until the end of time!! what kind of love is that but unconditional!!! what has general lilia vanrouge ever done in his long, lonely life to deserve that smile!!!

[maxphilippa]

silver spoon gijinka redesign concept

[rainbowwingedrival]

I'm going to be honest with you...

You can say it all you want, but somehow, in some way? You are like him. At least a little.

You can say the same thing about Lance. You can say the same thing about Ethan.

Those little bits and pieces are what make you, you. You can't change that. Naturally, we learn from the people around us...

Yes, you're his son. Yes, you share some of the same characteristics... But you also care so much about everyone. Ho-Oh chose you for a reason. Despite being like him, you're still you.

You're still Silver. You're still aiming to be the greatest trainer in the world. You still kicked his ass with Ethan! You're still working your way up the ranks, discovering your strengths while overcoming your weaknesses.

You don't know me, but I'm proud of you. If he won't say it, I will. We're all so proud of you for coming so far...

...

..........

....tch....

I know you guys are trying to make me feel better and all that, and I appreciate that, but I still can't shake the feeling...

That day he left me, I vowed I'd never become anything like him.

But I'm that kid who stole a Pokémon from Professor Elm.

I'm that kid who stole a Sneasel from an innocent citizen.

I'm that kid who harassed and assaulted people if they got on my nerves.

That's...that's exactly something a Rocket would do...that's exactly something he would do.

And yes I know that was three years ago, I've learned, I was forgiven....but I can't help but think about 'what if' scenarios. What if Lance never lectured me? What if Heart and Ethan never defeated me? Chances are I'd probably be in jail. Hell, I'm not even sure how I'm NOT in jail, I was nearly caught. And to think that if he never abandoned me, I would of probably taken over Team Rocket...well, he's probably got his stupid replacement of a daughter for that now.

Sometimes I'll get ready in the morning, and I'll look in the mirror, and I feel like I can still see a glimpse of him in my eyes. And I try not to let it bother me during the day, I tell myself I have people with me now that'll keep me on the right path, that'll help me...Esther, Heart, Barry, Ethan, Lance...but at night it eats me up. So many goddamn nights I've been kept awake trying to convince myself I'm completely different to him.

But if I tell anyone I'm his son, or if they find out, I'll get weird looks and I scare others away....I still haven't shook off what happened when Esther found out...

It's...it's something I tell myself time and time again. I'm not like him. I'll never be like him. But I just....I just can't....

...!

...Fuck, that got personal, I-I should stop-

[wexhappyxfew]

Thinking about all the times Kennedy is just minding her business and someone comes in like “KENNEDY! Bucky is playing baseball with himself again!” because she's the only one he’ll listen to

OH YOU ATE WITH THIS ONE MY FRIEND. the way i can just envision someone like brady coming inside the bunk room as she’s attempting to read a book and says something along the lines of what you said above — and so kennedy gets up and heads out and basically talks him off the ledge (because ahem as we see, he only really listens to her which um DONT MIND ME SOBBING?!?!?!).

i feel inspired to write a little something for this in the future as well o m g. imagine bucky just going onto his rambles, looking maybe slightly insane, in deep into his head, pointing out the bases, recounting a game from years ago off the top of his head. and kennedy’s standing there, watching him, arms crossed, a cross of worry and concern along with a fire inside her because curse this place and this world for putting them here and she can’t help but intervene and talk him down. and he listens because they really have that hold on one another in ways others don’t and i-

there is just something about that one person able to help you to bring yourself down from it all! and for them it’s each other!! 😭