#Silvius Strawberry

[ragzpizzle]

Here is my 7th Attack for ArtFight. This time with Silvius Strawberry. A Welcome Home Milkman Sona that belongs to @r0sedevil. I somewhat tried to make it a style for Welcome Home, but I thought it was alright. I really like how the rest of it looks tho. What do you guys think?

If you are here to attack me on ArtFight, go to this page to see who will you be interested drawing:

https://artfight.net/~FrenchPillJoy/characters

[sparklings-husband]

calzone reminds me of strawberry milk

silly bc i already have another actual strawberry milk s/i (silvius)

[can-of-pringles]

Not every horse I have in my stable is "canon" to my sso OC's story (I just like collecting pretty horses lol)

The "canon" ones:

Nova

Moonlight

Lucky

Waterfall (kinda? I'm on the fence abt it)

Charlie (maybe)

The "non-canon" ones:

Din

Domino

Ghost

Marigold

Quicksilver

Rosie

Chase

Splash

Holly

Sunny

Silvius

Marc

Titan

Myth

Strawberry Shortcake

Rain

Robin

Valentine

Hawk

[iceborne-hunters]

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Edelmiro loves the city’s night life. He absolutely adores it.

All the bright neon lights, the bustle of people going out to spend the evening with their friends and family, out to have a good time... Of course, that meant many people would be out, and he could not ask for more. He absolutely thrives around crowds, after all! Perhaps a reason why Edelmiro loves the night life. Then again, maybe it is because of all the different faces he gets to see, so many people unique in their own way. It fascinates him, how each and every person is so alike yet so different at the same time.

He walked through the growing crowd with a barely-noticeable skip in his step, taking in all the sights and sounds. Oooh, his favourite crêpe shop was still open! Maybe he should make a purchase or two, he could feel his stomach growling after all. Yes, maybe he should...

In the end he purchased not one, not two, but three crêpes. One with chocolate cream, one with strawberry, and the one he is chowing down on currently had a simple sugar and cinnamon sprinkling. Delicious! He contemplated eating the one with strawberry next, maybe take the chocolate crêpe home and save it for his sister. Yes, that seems to be the best choice, but then again-

Oops! A sudden collision, Edelmiro’s shoulder bumping against someone else’s with more force than he would have liked. 

“Oh, dear! My apologies! Are you alright?”

Edelmiro’s voice was soft and sweet, perhaps softer and sweeter than the fluffy crêpe he had just eaten. He extended an open hand, an offer of apology and good will to the other, he really did not mean any harm. He also hoped that the other would not show any needless aggression over this accident; the last thing Edelmiro needed was a conflict to sour this lovely evening.

A moment passed, and regardless of whether his hand was taken or not, Edelmiro would give a closer look and then offer an absolutely handsome smile (though perhaps unintentionally, one cannot blame him for his smoking-hot looks).

“Why, but you look rather lost. Do you require directions, perhaps?”

[hexxborne-a]

"Silvius- I'll be back later than usual tonight. Make sure to eat, bought u some strawberries. Xx -Alex" (look it's the closest he'd do)

Send my muse a short love letter! || Accepting

   He wasn’t quite happy to know Alex wouldn’t be home, but the little note made him feel a little bit better. That being said, he was probably going to forget to take care of himself-- At least after he’d eaten most, if not all of the strawberries left for him. The rest of his night would be spent curled up quietly, waiting patiently for his partner to come home safely.

[ethilite]

so apparently the gods and goddesses of Ethilite are going umineko/witch’s heart on my ass and placing bets to see how fucked up the races are gonna be to each other

Felia is crying in the corner, wondering why they can’t just bet over normal things like if Aunt Jolene is gonna make a blueberry or strawberry rhubarb pie, and Veil just retorts

“No, she’s going to forget she’s out of sugar, and go next door to borrow sugar, and get dragged into a heist or something”

and Felia just continues to cry and Nyx is just laughing off to the side, trying to up Veil on what horrible things could go wrong

and then Silvius just sighs and is all “she falls asleep in the living room and burns the pie”

and that’s what happens

and the others are just, absolutely shocked. “Silvius, how did you know?” Cries Felia, still crying, since that’s what she does apparently.

And Silvius shrugs, because he’s the only one with any sense anymore after being stuck in their stupid pocket dimensions for a few millennia.

[ridingmelaniasmountains]

DAY SIX

Per ardua ad mare.

Friedrich Nietzsche once remarked “To live is to suffer, to survive is to find some meaning in the suffering.”

Silviu is struggling to describe today’s ride, clearly finding it hard to find a positive way to sell us what is going to be a tough ride. We point out we are cycling to the sea – and purpose is found.

“To the sea!” is a rallying cry for the day.

Whatever travails we may have to negotiate on the way, the thought of crying “Thalatta! Thalatta!” like Martin’s beloved Xenophon will keep us ploughing forward. There will be meaning to our suffering.

The day starts back to front – literally, Martin puts is shorts on inside out entirely oblivious to the hilarity around him. John fits a new tyre the wrong way round (yes, tyres do have a direction). And Ali’s cleat won’t click.

Nevertheless, we set off in good spirits. “To the sea!”.

But we are travelling along a main road out of Ljubljana south. Buffeted by trucks and cars. Silviu takes us on a more country detour, but this ends up on a gravel road that takes up back to the main road.

Coffee in the hotel had been good so there is no excuse to stop. The troops start to get restless.

After twenty miles, we tun off onto a slightly less busy A road. And hit our first climb. It’s not huge, (3miles up 150m) but it’s a race and more fun than ‘commuting’ along flat A roads.

We are all so much fitter today than when we started. Climbing is as much a mental challenge as a physical one. Legs screaming, struggling for breath, it’s no longer a question of ‘can I do it?’, but ‘do I want to do it?’.

We all bury ourselves, and some of our frustrations with the journey so far, into that hill. Finishing at the top exhausted and exhilarated.

The height gives us some good views over the countryside.

Three or four miles later we meet Robby, an old professional cycling friend of Klemen’s. He is local, and immediately takes us off into the countryside, towards lunch 7 miles away. He has an easy manner and chats to us all as we relish the peace and calm of the back roads.

We arrive at a war museum, which had been built as a garrison between the wars by the Italians. There’s a tank to look at – and a view towards the gathering storm clouds.

The pizza was a mistake for those that had it – and especially those that ate it all (John was not himself all afternoon.)

We’ve ridden 40 miles already but we’re only a little over halfway.

Klemen says it won’t rain on us. So we take our rain jackets.

Martin explains to Robby that he is a little slower up the hills than some of the rest of us. Robby, quick as a flash, “is there something wrong with your brakes?”

Of course, it starts to rain, heavily. Robby does a neat trick of putting on his rain jacket while cycling. The rest of us mortals needed to stop. The rain is warm, but it’s not comfortable. Passing coaches spray water over us. We power through.

Ten miles later we take a small detour to Robby’s house, for tea. (And to fix Ali’s cleat.) Robby’s mother (Natasha) brings out coffee and green tea, chocolate and some strawberries. Robby’s father brings out some homemade blueberry schnapps and tons of anecdotes.

There are a couple of hills before the border with Croatia. Where Robby leaves us. He has an easy and friendly manner and has had a calming influence on the ride.

“It’s generally downhill from here”. And it was. Martin, John and Silviu start to power a breakaway at the front. Piers gets another puncture. And guides a second group down to the coast and along to Opatija, and ice cream and the incredible feeling of a swim in the sea after a long bike ride. There is meaning in suffering.

77 miles. Almost 1,000m climbed

[ridingtherockyroad]

Day Six

Today we will be cycling the Transfagarasan from the south. Uphill all day until we can cycle no more. We’re all dressed in our team outfit for the filming!

The final day. The final climb. The final race.

Spirits are high and willing – those who drank whisky last night feeling more weakness of flesh than they would like. We leave the hotel, which has been nice enough, the breakfast as disappointing as the dinner.

Getting out of town takes ages. And then we are back in the beautiful Romanian countryside. Freshly stacked hayricks. Grass drying on square stands. Horses and carts. Wood chopping everywhere – delivered as whole tree trunks, chain-sawed, axed and neatly stacked to dry over the summer.

Silviu is leading when a young driver overtakes him and immediately turns right – Silviu takes off his wing mirror. “Oh I thought you’d seen me and would stop” he says. The driving here is truly appalling.

We pull in to the side of the road to buy some strawberries from a couple who have just picked them from the field just there behind them.

The climbs are gentle. Martin is on great form after his triumph yesterday. Powering ahead.

We pass ‘Dracula’s castle’. Actually, it is not the castle that inspired Bram Stoker. It is one that Vlad Dracula – the man from whom Bram sourced the name – lived in. Silviu explains in graphic detail that Vlad, was also known as ‘the impaler�� because he liked to take his enemies (Turks mostly), get a sharp pole in the ground and then pull them down onto it by the legs the pole running from ‘tail’ to out of the mouth. A long slow death. These were used to line the roads. A display his enemies found distinctly offputting.

We arrive at a dam and huge lake – hydro-electric power stations are everywhere. Calin and Carmina will be taking photos and filming from a drone.

We are back in pine forest, but it feels more open. We cycle across the dam and on a while to an early lunch. Soups are delicious. Polenta reinforcing. Home-made sausages are fatty and sticky. All accompanied with a little dish of mashed garlic in oil and water – to be sprinkled liberally on the meat.

Then off again. The road meanders around the lake for ages before finally kicking in to some proper climbing towards our hotel for the night. Sebastian is there. We refuel, grab some warm clothes, and continue on for the main event.

Carmina is filming from out of the back of the car as we set off. And then they motor off to prepare the drone. We meanwhile are cycling up a consistent 5% gradient – to grind our way up 1,000m vertical ascent.

The drone appears and films us as we struggle on up. “Look good!”

The hill grinds on. Martin discovers a new term of abuse, “whippet!” can be heard hissing between his teeth as another of the slighter members of the party slip past on a steeper gradient.

The pine trees thin and disappear, the sky opens up. The landscape is some of the most dramatic we’ve seen on this trip. A huge waterfall. Great slabs of snow remain on the grass and rock. The road is like a wild serpent casting huge folds across the mountainside.

John. Now John has been training for this climb since January. Nothing will stop him from getting to the top first, not even the lovely Carmina who asks us to pause and regroup for the dramatic waterfall shot. Head down, steady paced he works up this huge mountain with the unwavering determination of a mountain goat.

Martin pairs with David, the two big engines of the tour, they coach and cajole each other on and up.

The sun is out. The air is fresh. This is quite the most beautiful ride. There can be few if any to compare anywhere in the world. We all reach the top – the last 100 meters still blocked with snow. The last climb of the holiday. A veritable apogee. A triumph. A finale.

Just a 1,000m descent back to the hotel where a party awaits us with live and loud Romanian folk music playing late into the night.

Romania has been a revelation. A land of beautiful landscapes. Farming on a human scale. Shepherds, old people taking their cow out to eat the grass on the verge of the road. Fresh fruit and vegetables. Cheeses. Good coffee. Headscarves. Wells, Simplicity. Salt pork. Silviu. And ,,,Sebastian - Caamaaan!

60 miles 2,000m climbing

[hexxborne-a]

silvius, probably spending all his money on strawberries and coffee

[hexxborne-a]

scarsandbitemarks replied to your post: silvius, probably spending all his money on...

Strawberry flavored kisses

your gotdang right!!!!!

[hexxborne-a]

Leon's smirk turned into a pleased smile when Silv leaned into him. Moving his hand the blond lowered his head and captured the males lips. His tongue weaved into Silvius' mouth briefly, the subtle taste of the strawberry he had given the male invading his senses, "Mmm~" Leon pulled away and brought the remaining half of the strawberry back to his lovers lips, " More?"

   He was more than happy to share a little taste of his favorite fruit, wrapping his arms loosely around his lover’s neck as he hummed. He’d be more than pleased to finish his little treat, and more than willing to share a bit more, if prompted. “Please?” He purred, opening his mouth, gladly accepting his little present.

[hexxborne-a]

A smirk tilted his lips as Silvius opened his mouth wider, "Yup." Then Liam brought up his free hand, a nice big strawberry between his fingers. With a low chuckle he placed the red fruit in the other's mouth, well half of it at least, "See, worth it right?"

      “Ah..” He was a little bit shocked. After a second of thinking, Silvius gave a soft little laugh, carefully biting down on the fruit. Breathing a happy little hum, Silvius chewed. Practically cooing, he leaned forward into his lover with a happy little smile. “Mhmm-!” 

[hexxborne-a]

▌FACE CLAIM : Sasaki Haise ▌NAME : Silvius Mattia Lycus ▌AGE : 314 ▌HEIGHT : 5′3″ ▌SPECIES : Human/Possessed? ▌GENDER : Male ▌RACE/ETHNICITY : Italian ▌BIRTHDAY : November 1st 1704 ▌SUN SIGN : Scorpio ▌RESIDENCE : Apartment ▌MARITAL STATUS : Single ▌ALIGNMENT : Neutral/Good ▌DRINK : Coffee - Whiskey ▌FOOD : Strawberries ▌DAY OR NIGHT : Night ▌SNACKS : Candy ▌PET : Bird ▌COLOUR : Purple ▌FLOWER : Lilacs ▌SEXUALITY : Homosexual ▌BODY TYPE : Skinny ▌EYE COLOUR : Green ▌HAIR COLOUR : Black, white.

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