#Silververse

[silverbackwolf14]

A visit from the stork.

These bitches should NOT have kids.

[authortobenamedlater]

Have I mentioned that I’ve decided the Gladius captain and my Silververse Tom Lasky were friends? Because there’s not enough trauma in this fandom.

No real reason, probably never any fanfic significance even. Just came to me and will now live rent free in my head forever.

[heyclaudiadaro]

El silververse parte 8 o 9 ya no recuerdo.

Perdí a un Silver, tendré que buscar uno nuevo.

[krafterwrites]

They need to make Sonic: Into The Silververse where 06 Silver, Rivals Silver, and IDW Silver team up

[asickfuckwithabigtruck]

Hey!Due to the AO3 crash of 2024, it given me some au ideas if my own!Let me introduce to you, the silververse!This post is a general outline of now, but I can always reblog with the history of the silververse/a timeline in this universe or some scenarios to put your little goobers in.Okay here goes:

The world is just as it is.The world is normal.Although, there are some very crucial differences, one being the shadow stalkers.Shadow stalkers are vampire-like humanoid creatures that enjoy the act of killing humans for food and sustenance.Shadow stalkers can consume other alive beings, yet prefer human over any other type of animal.The have the ability to blend into the shadows of humans and follow them into a secluded area to kill them and eat their souls.Why do they need the humans souls, you may ask?Well, the answer is just as follows:Power.The souls of human people make shadow stalker more powerful.Examples of this may be being able to blend into human shadows better, increased strength to make murdering the humans easier or being able to look more and more “human” so they don't have to use their powers to lure them.

Although, some humans are born with an ability call “silverskin”.Silverskin is a thin coat just on top of the subjects skin that would make shadow stalkers unable to take their soul or blend in with their shadow, making it increasingly harder for shadow stalkers to kill and eat the silverskins soul.Silverskin is only something you would find in humans aged 0-25.Over time, the silverskins coat falls away and eventually fall off completely.Silverskin souls are very powerful and if consumed, could even give the shadow stalkers other abilities (Such as hemokinesis or blood manipulation) and a heightened increase in every other ability.This means silverskin souls are very desirable, and if a child is born silverskin, it would be a target for shadow stalkers.Although, Shadow stalkers are unaware that a person is a silverskin until they consume their soul.When silverskins are born, their are medical ways a doctor can determine whether a child is born a silverskin, the most prominent being the child being born pale, hence the name silverskin, but the pale skin would fade from about 6-8 weeks after birth.

Silverskins are very dangerous to families, especially families that live in villages or more woodland areas (most shadow stalkers live in the woods in small patches of land) as if shadow stalkers find out about silverskin children, they will not hesitate to wipe out full families to get them.They are more desirable young, as they are more powerful the younger they are.Many families have been wiped out due to them housing a small child with silverskin.This is why most children born silverskin are rather abandoned, killed by their parents, hidden from the world or are neglected.Rarely, parents would attempt to keep their child being silverskin secret but it's highly illegal and frowned upon in society and if your government found out about this, you are punished harshly.This is because of a history of shadow stalkers infiltrating government (due to their human look) and setting this law.In the present, the humans are to scared to change it for the sake of their lives.This is because of shadow stalkers infiltrating the government in the past (due to their human look) be making the law.The humans are now to scared to change it because of how scared they are of the shadow stalkers.

Okay thanks guys!If you have any question pls put them in my asks.If you use this, reblog this and tag me at @bluejellyfishthelonelypoet on AO3 (ik long name)

K byee!

[sevencolorspasserby]

into the silververse

I think that was established.

ethan edit: can we get a 1930s one next too

[pasios-strongest]

Bro has NOT heard of the Rotomblr Silververse...

Uh.. the what? What's the Silververse?

[authortobenamedlater]

Kai is leading the S-IIIs, this means I can still cling to my headcanon that Kurt is leading Silververse’s Blue Team.

[heyclaudiadaro]

El Silververse parte 4 (creo)

[paperpocalypse]

case 254.

50 Cliché Tropes and Prompts: 1. There’s people chasing us and I pulled you into the alley with me and wow you’re close Pairing: Five Hargreeves x Reader Word Count: 1,591 words Warnings: Swearing, violence

You are, by all accounts, married to your work.

And you are a loyal lover. The briefcase is your certificate, the bullets your vows. You keep them close wherever you go. Twenty-four years in the Commission is nothing to sneeze at, and you have never – not once – been unfaithful.

… Not in action, at least. Recent thoughts of retirement have begun tempting you to the point of an emotional affair.

(You’d get married, maybe. To a person, not a job. Live in a one-story home with a pond in the backyard and not too far from the nearest Walmart, adopt a little dog that you and your spouse spoil to bits. You’d die peacefully in your sleep instead of bleeding out in an alleyway somewhere.)

“Shit.”

Coughing, you spit and wipe your mouth with the cuff of your sleeve. Damn Arnie made you bite your own tongue.

“The police will be here any minute!” he yells through the walls, and something clatters to the ground. “You can’t make me go back!”

“I’m not making you go back, Arn,” you call back, exasperated. “I got an order to kill you.”

“Oh, fuck off!”

You chuckle and stumble back to your feet.

Arnold had been a loyal employee of the Temps Commission for twenty years. He specializes in 18th century weaponry, his kill count is in the hundreds, and he relies on cigarettes in the same way you rely on coffee. He is also a friend of yours – or the closest thing a Temps assassin can have to a friend – and that’s probably why the Board sent you to kill him.

They had given you two days. You had promised one.

It’s been three.

“You shouldn’t have tried to sell your briefcase to the military, Arnie!”

Arnie doesn’t reply. The squeal and slam of a door grates on your ears, and you swear aloud, rushing to the bathroom.

You break the door open and don’t hesitate to fire in quick succession, just barely missing a shoe slipping from the windowsill.

Clicking your tongue, you pause.

“Dammit.”

Something small and cylindrical is lobbed through the window, bouncing and rolling to a stop at your feet.

“Dammit!”

You book it out of the bathroom, rounding a corner and diving to the ground just as the grenade explodes. The floor shivers. You cover your ears and hold your breath.

If people had ignored the ruckus beforehand, they certainly can’t now.

Panting, you scrape yourself off the floor, reaching back to pull your Glock out and heading back to the bathroom. “Son of a bitch …”

Smoke and burst pipes and rubble are all that remains of the bathroom. Your heart drops to your stomach when you recognize the guts of your Commission briefcase among the rubble. This has got to be the second-worst fumble of your career; you should’ve thrown the briefcase out first and then run out. Your rifle is a lost cause too.

Shaking your head, you approach the gaping hole in the wall and slowly clamber down the side of the building. Arnold couldn’t have gotten far, not with a concussion and the bullet in his leg. Thank goodness. You don’t have as much stamina for high-speed chases as you used to.

The same moment that you land on a patch of broken bricks and dirt, the sound of a gunshot resonates behind you.

You immediately whip around, firing a shot into Case 254’s head before you can even register that his back had been facing you.

Arnold collapses, dead, onto the ground a few meters away from you. Your lips part. You quickly look back up and keep your gun poised.

A man points his rifle back at you.

“Got him before you did,” he tells you, voice low and gruff.

There’s a briefcase at his feet.

“Did the Board think I couldn’t handle this one?” you ask, aiming between the man’s eyes. You like the way he speaks, even though it pisses you off. He’s confident. “Or do they think I defected too?”

“Did you?” he challenges.

Not in ways they can punish. “If I did, Arnie wouldn’t have tried to blow me up with an MK3.”

“… Humph.”

Sirens are getting ever louder. The two of you lower your weapons; you’re no longer wary of this fellow assassin, but the glare he’s fixing you with makes you want to rile him up.

“Tell me your name, hotshot,” you say, walking over to Arnold and rummaging through his clothes.

He grunts sourly. “Why would I tell you anything?”

“To make conversation.” You find some loose change and a coupon for a tanning salon – alright – but what you’re really interested in is the copy of the briefcase’s blueprints. You pocket everything. “It stimulates the mind. I think you might need that in your old age.”

When you face the man fully again, he rolls his eyes.

Then he literally disappears into thin air.

You blink. The dots connect as quickly as the flaring lights of police cars shine around the corners of the building, and a frenzied laugh escapes your lips.

“What a gentleman.”

Guess the rumors were right – the Commission’s new darling, Five, is a genius as well as an asshole.

On the other side of the apartment complex, the detective tells officers to surround the building. You quickly put your gun away and take off before they reach the back.

“I heard someone running! Over here!”

You run until you reach a chain-link fence, locating a spot where the mesh had peeled away from the post and slipping through with gritted teeth. The air inside your mask weighs on your skin, hot and thick from your heavy breathing. Your feet already hurt. You should’ve invested in those gel insoles Arnold told you about before he decided to defect.

“Stop! This is the police!”

You hold back a groan. You’re getting too old for this shit.

But you keep going anyways. You keep running, turn a corner and cut through back alleys, knock out the few people you pass who are unlucky enough to be out at two in the morning. And for some reason, they keep pursuing you, getting closer and closer –

You hear something like a muffled pop of air. A hand grips your arm and drags you into an alley.

You scramble for your Glock, but as soon as your fingers brush its handle, it disappears. Five pushes you down behind a dumpster and shoves a hand up your mask to cover your mouth. It takes everything in you to keep from gagging when you land on a trash bag way too wet-sounding for your liking.

“Quiet.”

You huff, tearing his hand away. Your arm is pinned against his sternum, your head much too close to his. His breathing is quiet, measured, and slow.

(He’s used to this. Used to running, used to hiding, just like you.)

Five runs warm. You like it in the same way that you like the way he speaks.

Footsteps hurry past your hiding place, then fade into the distance.

After waiting about ten more minutes, you let your head knock back against the wall. “Shit.” You chuckle. “I owe you one, Mr. Five.”

Five doesn’t acknowledge your gratitude. Instead, he pushes himself away from you and drops your Glock into your lap, then grabs his briefcase and stands up. Though you resent the loss of heat, you join him with a more appropriate amount of space between the two of you.

“I’ll take you back to headquarters,” Five states, sounding as if his teeth are about to be pulled.

“Thank you kindly,” you reply. “It must be my lucky day, getting my hide saved and escorted by the Commission’s rising star.”

“I’m sure.” His tone is dry.

Sirens wail as you tell him your name.

“I know,” Five mutters, unclipping the briefcase. “You were mentioned in the kill order for your pal back there.”

Ah. You nod, smiling a bit tightly, and put your hands on the briefcase as well. “Of course.”

A flash, and you’re both back in 1955, the sun too bright and the air too stale. You feel the beginnings of a headache.

“Still hate time travel after twenty plus years,” you comment, letting go. “Did using your powers have the same effect?”

Five regards you silently, lips pursed. “Hard to recall,” he finally says, snapping the briefcase shut.

“The lab’s developing some meds for the side effects. Apparently, they’re doing trial runs soon.”

“That so.”

“Yes.” You squint up at HQ, brush off your suit, and exhale loudly. “Anyway, I better get going. See you later, Mr. Five.”

A muscle in his jaw twitches. “Just Five is fine.”

“See you later, Five,” you emphasize with a grin. “Maybe we’ll be able to team up in the future.”

All he does is cast you an unimpressed glance before disappearing through one of his teleportation portal things.

You stare at the now empty space and sigh, putting your hands on your hips. Well, the apocalypse doesn’t exactly make one a good conversationalist. (Either that, or he finds you insufferable.)

As you stroll into the Commission building to turn in the briefcase blueprint and procure another briefcase, you think of your life so far. You think of your marriage to your work, of the sleepless honeymoon stage and the bitter taste of the past ten years. You think of that dark alley, of that moment of companionship, one-sided though it was.

And maybe you find yourself just a little more unfaithful.

[silvercloud25]

"Playtime"

[ponypumpkinpatch]

So Celestia has really been throwing me for a loop for my next gen. Originally I liked her with Rain Shine strictly cause I thought their designs could mesh well, I like kirins, and since we don’t have a lot of canonical info about Rain Shine there’s a lot of room to play there. Then I thought maybe their designs were TOO similar and I scrapped that idea. I like the idea of her and Queen Novo and their designs could DEFINITELY mesh well but idk the possibility for politics was too high? I don’t think they’d get to see each other as regularly as they might want either, they would just be too busy and too far apart. I had no back ups though. I was going to wait until l eventually got to watch the final season to see if I got inspiration at all but THEN I was thinking about Rain Shine again and got a really fun idea for a kiddo from them so alas, I’m back on that ship!

ANYWAY, that was just a really long way to say, meet my first draft of Phoenix Dawn, daughter of Celestia and Rain Shine! Possibly one of the most magically powerful ponies in centuries, too bad she mostly just wants to chill at the beach. I was kind of going for a summery-pink lemonade kinda inspiration. Definitely want to play with the colors/designs more but I like this so far! Can’t wait to also design her “nirik” form >:3

[lostdrarryfics]

Thanks anon!

tissue of silver from the Silververse series by @fearlessdiva930 (76k, M)

Could this be what you’re looking for anon?

Hi! Thank you so much for creating this Tumblr - this is truly an act of service lol. Anyways, I've been looking for this drarry bodyguard au for years now, and have not been able to find it. In the story, Draco needs a bodyguard for some reason (maybe witness protection? not sure), and Harry (auror?) is assigned as his bodyguard. Pretty sure Draco moves into Grimmauld place/Harry's flat (but not 100%). Draco pines for Harry but believes Harry doesn't like him back (continued in next ask)

He thinks Harry is just treating him well because he is extremely kind and would do this for anyone (I think the fic says multiple times that Harry is just extremely kind or extremely good or some variation). Finally at some point the story climaxes and I don't remember exactly why, but one of them (I think Harry) needs to process and goes out on a walk. My memory is rly fuzzy from here but I think Draco freaks out that Harry is getting attacked or something? idk someone is panicking but then the person who left (I think it is Harry) comes back and is like "I was just on a walk to process things." Then they talk things out and end up together. Other info: the fic is set after the war, and I don't remember any OCs/if there are any other characters. Thank you SO much

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[glitterstarly]

Dawn Patrol

[sevencolorspasserby]

//OOC: I love the silververse so much. It’s so funny to me. The Silver muses numb to this like “yup, same shit as always.” But I also love seeing so many interpretations of how others write characters. especially given a very big blorbo.

[twitchytremor]

Woopah