#charlie silva

[divineandmajesticinone]

D & Leila Meier Link & Charlotte

Two sides of the same coin...

[1phoebe1]

🎃Halloween costume contest🎃

[alkalinefiction]

Don't ask how this happened. It just did. You don't want to look a gift horse in the mouth, do you?

I FORGOT KYLIES A TEEN OMMGGG WAAAHH

and they all lived happily ever after

[simplegenius042]

Music Monday

Tagging @voidika @raresvtm @josephseedismyfather @noodlecupcakes @imogenkol @socially-awkward-skeleton @inafieldofdaisies @aceghosts @cloudofbutterflies92 @cassietrn @direwombat @adelaidedrubman @derelictheretic @davrinsgriffons @shallow-gravy @strangefable @statichvm @carlosoliveiraa @g0dspeeed @wrathfulrook @starsandskies @ladyoriza @la-grosse-patate @thewanderer-000 @omen-speaker @alypink @shellibisshe @josephslittledeputy @skoll-sun-eater @afarcryfrommymain @strafethesesinners @turbo-virgins @florbelles @minilev @justasmolbard @yokobai and @seedsplease + anyone else who'd like to join.

Next Hazbin Hotel songs for A Radioactive Calamity Of Love, Bombs & Gore, The UnTitledverse and The Silver Chronicles. You can listen below under the cut:

There's some slight changes I've made between Hazbin Hotel and my Smile Tunes WIP. Foremost is that I've added qualities I liked from the Pilot episode with some of the qualities we got from the official Season 1. This is gonna be more obviously seen with how Sir Pentious is treated; while compared to the rest of the Overlords of Hell, he is practically a wannabe and an annoyance, he is still pretty dangerous with the destruction he brings, especially with his past beef with Alastor (and current misgivings with Angel Dust). He acts as a reoccuring antagonist in the sense he keeps putting the hotel at constant threat of danger. However, when he's given the chance to join the hotel for redemption (by Charlie), he denies her request... at first. In fact, this would be the beginning of WIP's arc; trying to sell the fact that the Hotel is worth the investment to sinners, starting with Sir Pentious who keeps denying the offers again and again. Over time, Sir Pentious starts to wonder if being an Overlord is really worth it since he's getting nowhere with conquering turfs and his resources are getting lower. So when the Vees offer to fund him in exchange for pretending to be a attendant at the hotel, he agrees. Sir Pentious is pretty good at it... until he starts to have second thoughts, and even when he's discovered (which when he's caught he comes clean about his infiltration), unlike Vaggie and Angel, Charlie chooses forgiveness and compassion over animosity, since she does see that Sir Pentious does have regrets and also considers his desperate situation. In the WIP, "It Starts With Sorry" is probably going to be altered a bit since it's one of the more "meh" songs according to the fandom. Also side note! Sir Pentious is still going to be his doofus self, he's just got enough braincells to still be conniving. You can listen to the song below:

"It starts with "sorry" That's your foot in the door, one simple "sorry" Spoken straight from your core The path to forgiveness is a twisting trail of hearts But "sorry" is where it starts."

"Who could forgive a dirtbag like me? I don't deserve your amnesty!"

"Can't we just kill him? Shoot him and spill his blood?"

"That's an option you could choose..."

"Works for us!"

"But who hasn't been in his shoes? It starts with "sorry"!"

"Sorry!" "Dig down deeper and say one sincere "sorry"!" "I'm so sorry!" "And your journey's underway!"

"It'll take time to cover my/your vast multitude of sins But "sorry" is where it begins It starts with "sorry"!"

Next up is a scene from my Fallout New Vegas WIP The House On Top where Ress confronts my courier Ryder, on her alliances and deals made with both arming the NCR and the Legion to propel them towards a conflict that has one of them end the other while choosing to hand over Vegas to the victor and disappear afterwards, despite how much damage and risk it would put Vegas and the Dam under, instead of choosing what benefits Vegas more. And unlike her older brother, Ress does not mince words with Ress. I believe the song below encapsulates the scene greatly, with Ress taking Velvette's lyrics and Ryder taking Carmilla's lyrics (also Zestial's lines can be given to Ore who's just awkwardly watching his sister and crush butt heads):

"Ha-ha, you've got it twisted I'm not the one who needs a new attitude Maybe you missed it, but I'm that #bitch And I will do nothing less than what I please, woo! I'm your backbone here, alright, yes-sirree! * Mad that I acted respectless? Well, it's 'cause no one could respect this

Sorry group attendin' Since when are the Vegas families too scared to fight ** You're long past trendin' Sorry, bae, but I ain't swipin' right You lost your relevance!"

"We can't act without more intelligence."

"Ugh, no wonder I'm so respectless I could eat you lot for breakfast!"

"You and your menagerie are inane and uninformed Smug nobodies who don't heed when you've been warned!"

"Oops, did I strike a nerve? 'Cause when I brought out Caesar's** head Couldn't help but observe That your wrinkled face was turning red And why are you avoidin' war? That's what the guns you sell are for Thanks to my being respectless One thing I'm starting to suspect is There's more to this plan than you're letting on* Do you have a disclosure?"

"This meeting's over!"

[* Had to omit and change these lyrics to better fit the scene. ** Changed lyrics to better fit the setting of New Vegas.]

Last song for my Far Cry New Dawn WIP Old Dusk, where Silva vows to protect her family after an encounter with one of the Highwaymen's experimental monstrosities and Azriel makes her own vow to protect her adoptive mother. Silva takes on Carmilla's lyrics while Azriel takes on Vaggie's lyrics. Listen below:

"I had thought that I could keep blood off my face* But when that thing attacked, I had to act To cross that line and keep them safe But if anyone knew, then all of Hope** would rise to war

And who's to say who'd survive the fray? I might lose the ones that I was killing for

So I, I'll be your keeper Do whatever it takes, I'll make the mistakes I'll keep you safe and keep this secret."

"When I saw your face You made me feel like a stranger in a brand new place And it felt so good to be understood But there's so much I wished that I could say

So I, I'll be your armor Do whatever it takes, I'll make no** mistakes I'll spend my life being your daughter!"**

"And I don't know what we might face But I know I can't replace you So I'll do anything to save you!"

"And I will try to make your dreams come true!" "Whatever we go through!

"I know I-!" "I'll be your keeper!" ("I'll be your armor!") "Whatever it takes!" "I'll make the mistakes." ("I'll make no** mistakes!")

"Whatever it takes!"

[*Changed this lyric up a bit since Silva's always had gotten blood on her face, but since the Collapse, she thought she could put that part of her past to rest (only to be forced to commit to it once more). ** Changed Hell to Hope for obvious setting reasons. However, I changed Azriel's "I'll make the mistakes" to "I'll make no mistakes" since I thought the distinction between Silva putting herself up for blame and danger would contrast nicely to Azriel's perfectionist mindset where she'll make sure she can protect her mother and family from harm, since she knows Silva will put herself in harms way to protect them all. Also I thought about keeping the "partner" bit as a sort of "partner-in-crime" context as homage to the Rogue Arc Silva and Azriel will go on in Silva's Hope, but ultimately changed it to "daughter" just to clear any confusion since Vaggie says "partner" in a romantic context]

[voltttmeter]

lowkey burnt out as shit but its ok #bratgirlsummer

[burymeat-makeoutcreek]

Some agggtm headcanons after ggbb

•pip hates loud noises and things like bonfires ever since what happened with Charlie it always takes her back to those heartbreaking moments

•ravi refuses to ever take sleeping pills since Sal a lot like his dad did

•I’m pretty sure this is canon but pip doesn’t take tea from people when they offer after what becca did

•Nat da silva ends up becoming quite close with pip her friends and her family after the max hastings thing (this is canon)

•not a headcanon but FUCK MAX HASTINGS HIS PARENTS AND ALL HIS SHITHEAD LAWYERS

•Ant keeps telling the school to expell pip and never apologises for what he said even when it’s proven to be bs and that Jamie was missing and he was being an insensitive prick

• Daniel da silva couldn’t keep hating pip as much as he did after he saw her in the state she was after Stanley died and he feels like it’s partially his fault because pip did say someone would end up dead and he didn’t listen then someone wound up dead

(Some of these might not be accurate but I haven’t read agad yet so keep that in mind)

[thesquirrelqueer]

& Juliet 11/3/24 Notes

- first time seeing the new cast! also khailah!juliet, daniel!shakespeare, nicky!richard, ava!rosaline, romy!lady cap, and alejandro!henry. plus first time seeing michael!may and makai!francois on their principal contracts

- angelique hides behind the bed before teenage dream like she does on the tour

- michael said “no!” in response to “they were all romeo’s exes!” the same way nick does

- the map was not unfolded when charli did her dance with it

- costume stuff! so we sort of still have SMTM costumes? ava and joomin still had their full costumes for it. ava also had all her costumes in general but joomin had all except a different version of the SUBG costume which was his normal SUBG floral shirt with the yellow vest over top of it. romy and reese seemed to be the only people of the new cast to get full costume changes for everything. and there are full blow costumes for everyone.

- jhailyn gets lifted during blow instead of elsa or cassie

- alison messed up the lyric “let the crazy out” but I don’t remember what she said instead

- unfortunately the benvolio and romeo chest bump has been reduced to a fat joke with elsa and liam

- liam!romeo is a mix of tom francis, jordan luke gage, and michael canu. so straight + more of a classic rock voice + incredibly stupid and incredibly in love with juliet

- liam also allowed himself to stim onstage multiple times as romeo

- liam’s romeo vocals are insane

- makai did a riff on the “oh yeah!” in confident and then khailah did one right after him

- the synth patch was NOT put on correctly at the beginning of IWITW so it was just regular piano and everyone was very confused

- there was a moment near the beginning of IML when liam put his arms out like he was jesus which honestly was hilarious considering he also rose from the dead

- after “the carriage driver told us everything” “you’re welcome” there’s an added anne line of “william!”

- the height difference between khailah and liam is incredible. he was like 2 steps down from her on the stairs and still a head taller.

- reese as lord capulet is so extra and I cannot wait to see him and najah together because I just know they’re gonna match each other’s energy so well

- charmion and benvolio are back in the SUBG couples dance :(

[geniousbh]

https://www.tiktok.com/@heparinedts/video/7334118724594715909 omg hii matias skatista

esse video dele lambendo a tela do celular proibido em 92 países do laura's world ele é um CAPETA e nossa é muito a vibe do nosso skatista!matías. e agora que o dia está anoitecendo e os demônios dentro de mim vão ficando empolvorosos tava pensando nesse matías e que ele também teria um pouquinho de exibicionismo - porque vive na rua old.

é nove da noite já, mas ele te chama pra descer pro parquinho do condomínio. a principio vocês dividem um fino e ficam jogando conversa fora, ele te empurra no balanço e vocês dão risada de algum meme que ele te mandou mais cedo - você tá começando a ficar com o mesmo humor quebrado dele yeppey!!. até que ele se curva e sopra no seu ouvidinho "quero tentar uma coisa, vidinha... 'cê topa?" e me diz OQ É que vc não faria com ele?

vai te puxar até o escorrega que tem uma torrezinha e vai te colocar sentada entre as pernas dele dps que vcs se acomodam lá em cima, "sshh... tenta gemer baixinho, tá?", enquanto isso a mão já tá no meio das suas pernas e vc nem sabe porque facilita tanto tendo ido de shortinho moletom lá com ele - 😈👹

vai ficar deslizando os dedos na sua rachinha e perguntando se é gostoso "imagina se alguém te vê desse jeito aqui?...", e você é muito sensível na mão dele, vira purê rapidinho, nem pensa muito - além de estar anestesiada com a erva - só vai se apertando contra o braço e rebolando nos dedos que ainda tão te tocando só por cima da roupa.

ah e sempre que vc reclama com ele dessas ideias arriscadas ele te imita gemendo, replica sua carinha de tesão com uma exatidão muito filha da puta, acaba com todos os seus argumentos "você não parecia putinha quando tava 'a-ahn ain matí... h-hn por favor' né?😏"

[charliechats]

911 lonestar fandom i need your help!

i live in new zealand so i cannot access s5 through hulu (additionally, disney+ doesn't upload s5 till like next year)

the website i was using to watch s5 has broken on me so PLS!! if you have a website i could use to watch s5 e3 and future episodes, pleaaaase let me know that would be very helpful 🥺🫶

[groovyglittermoon]

The Substance Man to girl body swap with Lea Elui

How do I get a man like him 😍😭🔥

[lookslikethatsallthetimewehave]

A list of Poptropica characters who hated life at some point? :D

Top 30 Poptropicans who hated their life at some point.

[ihateeveryonehere]

I thought of a few Agggtm headcanons (some spoilers for agggtm and ggbb after the cut)

•pip hates loud noises and things like bonfires ever since what happened with Charlie it always takes her back to those heartbreaking moments

•ravi refuses to ever take sleeping pills since Sal a lot like his dad did

•I’m pretty sure this is canon but pip doesn’t take tea from people when they offer after what becca did

•Nat da silva ends up becoming quite close with pip her friends and her family after the max hastings thing

•not a headcanon but FUCK MAX HASTINGS HIS PARENTS AND ALL HIS SHITHEAD LAWYERS

•Ant keeps telling the school to expell pip and never apologises for what he said even when it’s proven to be bs and that Jamie was missing and he was being an insensitive prick

• Daniel da silva couldn’t keep hating pip as much as he did after he saw her in the state she was after Stanley died and he feels like it’s partially his fault because pip did say someone would end up dead and he didn’t listen then someone wound up dead

(Some of these might not be accurate but I haven’t read agad yet so keep that in mind)

[chibiranmaruchan]

Cute exhibition 8/13.

[simplegenius042]

Late WIP Wednesday/Thursday

Tagged by @socially-awkward-skeleton and @imogenkol

Tagging @aceghosts @noodlecupcakes @direwombat @voidika @la-grosse-patate @inafieldofdaisies @cassietrn @adelaidedrubman @shellibisshe @josephseedismyfather @icecutioner @derelictheretic @shallow-gravy @strangefable @rhettsabbott @josephslittledeputy @cloudofbutterflies92 @skoll-sun-eater @carlosoliveiraa @g0dspeeed @wrathfulrook @afarcryfrommymain @strafethesesinners @turbo-virgins @raresvtm @softtidesworld @starsandskies @ladyoriza @florbelles @minilev @yokobai @thewanderer-000 @omen-speaker @justasmolbard @alypink and @sledge-in-space + anyone who'd like to join.

WIPs for The UnTitledverse and The Silver Chronicles, specifically The Tale Of Mario Emmet and Silva's Hope respectively. You can read these WIPs under the cut:

The Tale Of Mario Emmet is a fic set during the Five Nights At Freddy's: The Silver Eyes. This fic primarily focuses on my original character Mario Emmet, one of my main characters in The Perfect Storm saga and The UnTitledverse series as a whole, his journey of shedding his xenophobia towards others, and companionship with his human friends and eventual romance with Charlie Emily. It also somewhat diverges from the novels however by having "Dave Miller" unable to secure a spot as a night guard for the mall that surrounds "Freddy Fazbear's Pizza" (unfortunately, he will show up later). Mario's first introduction to Charlie and friends was while he was under the guise of a human... his second official introduction is messier and more hostile than the first, as shown below:

[TW: Description of a grotesque inhuman transformation. Very minor violence and blood as of now]

"Where do you think you're going?"

Charlie froze. Dread returned like the force of a freight train. John was quick to twist around, and his reaction confirmed her fear.

Mario was free.

As the others followed John's example, Charlie slowly glanced back to see Mario stepping out of the darkness of the animatronics maintenance room.

He wasn't close to her, separated several feet from each other, a gap that echoed the visceral betrayal of broken trust.

Mario's silver eyes glared into Charlie's brown with that same soul piercing gaze once more. From what Charlie could observe, Mario was hardly tired from the events of the night, nor of his earlier detainment. He held himself tall with determination and grit that matched her own.

"You aren't now, are you?" Mario chuckled, finding the idea incredulous, "After what you've all done tonight? None of you are leaving this building."

Clay took authoritative action immediately, taking his service weapon out to aim at the culprit behind his son's kidnapping and torment. John chose to take the chance to prioritize Charlie's safety over his own, stepping forwards to pull her back.

His initiative was inconvenienced by Charlie's unmoving state, though she was still conscious enough to pace a few steps back with him.

"Mario Emmet, put your hands in the air now!" Clay ordered the night guard, "You are under arrest. Any weapons you have on your person, you are to relieve yourself of them now. If you resist and attempt to endanger the life of civilians further, I will be forced to take lethal action. Do you understand?"

Mario did not shift his focus to Clay, intent on keeping Charlie trapped in their shared eye contact. His features twist to something less angry, and more doleful. He spoke, and Charlie could not help but believe that his words were solely for her to hear.

"Why couldn't you just let it rest?"

Charlie could not find it in herself to speak nor reply, and found herself unable to as John further pulled her behind the chief of police.

Mario soon returned to glaring, shifted his attention to Clay as he scrutinized the wider man.

A tense silence overtook the building; Mario staring down Clay, Charlie being held protectively in John's arms, Jessica supporting Carlton while Marla and Lamar kept their arms defensively on Jason.

From what Charlie could deduce, past Mario's glare was a pensive consideration. She could tell he was weighing his options, in spite of what little opportunity Clay was leaving him with.

Clay's features hardened, as he kept his weapon on Mario with little intent to misfire should Mario prove to be more unreasonable than he was.

As Clay was about to open his mouth to give a warning, Mario broke the tense silence with a sigh, raising his hands up in surrender. It caught Charlie by surprise; it seemed uncharacteristic of him to take such a chance. He didn't have any weapons on him, that she was sure of.

In spite of what should be an uplifting turn of events on the long frivolous night, she couldn't help but feel something felt wrong, but she couldn't figure out why.

Clay released some of the tension he had been shouldering, one hand retreating from his service weapon to reach for his cuffs as he steadily made his way towards Mario.

With Clay's guard weakened, a newfound glint sparked in Mario's eyes.

Charlie noticed it before anyone else, but was unable to efficiently put a stop to Mario's following actions much like everyone else.

Clay had taken a step closer when his shoulder was pierced by a bulky and sharp serrated appendage. It wasn't a hook like Foxy's; more similar to the claws of a praying mantis.

He lost grip of his weapon from the sudden pain of a well-planned attack. The claw separated from Clay, dripping blood to stain the dirty tiles. A red stain grew on his clothes around the wound.

Clay stumbled back, with both Charlie and John forcing themselves to move in order to catch the chief as Carlton called out for his father in alarm.

With Clay groaning and hissing under their arms, Charlie turned her attention back to Mario, and her eyes widened.

The claw retracted to Mario's arm, shifting and breaking apart into his hand. He flexed his hand, rubbing his wrist.

His silver eyes held the group where they stood, most trying to understand the logistics of what just occurred. Charlie, though, was the only one amongst them that came to a conclusion that, while unbelievable, was comprehensible to her.

Mario sighed, sneering at the group with a disdain that, in the short time Charlie knew him, didn't think he was capable of.

"I know that this is... hard for you to come to terms with," Mario stated, and though cold, there was a hint of sincerity, "I know the instinct to run, hide, resist... is coursing through your blood as we speak. Your... fear is evident. And I know you will think this unfair."

Mario took a step forward, the ceiling light above him flickering. Perhaps it was age. Or maybe, Charlie found herself thinking, It is something else entirely.

"After all, it's not your fault that you came here tonight," Mario continued, his voice low but audible, "You were lured here by your grief. Your longing for a friend who was taken from you - unjustly, of course- by a malicious force that held no remorse nor empathy for the victims he left bleeding. For that I cannot fault you. For that, you have my sympathy."

The ceiling lights soon followed the example of the first, all flickering at a pace with no rhythm, no justification given the functional state of the generators.

As Mario continued his slow approach, Charlie and John dragged a pale Clay to the safety of their group. There was a small gasp from within their half-circle, grabbing Charlie's attention like everyone else's.

"The exit!" Jason called out, panic creeping into his tone.

Following where the boy pointed, the group felt dread crawl its ugly head to peek into their hearts as they realized the root of Jason's distress- the broken down bricks that Clay had entered through the restaurant was mended once more into a solid wall.

Their exit was gone - including the sealed door.

"However," Mario gained the groups attention as the atmosphere grew tenser, "In spite of my lenience to allow you to make your peace while you could, you have continuously encroached upon my territory, disrupted my nest. My haven, with little apology and little sincerity in your promises to leave, with an intent to keep coming back. Like your redhead friend, you've all reached too close to the sun little Icarus's. So now, there must be a penalty."

His words became more distorted as he spoke, an echo behind his voice as his body began to twitch as unnaturally as the lights above them.

With each passing flicker, Charlie witnessed how his body changed; the skin on his face hardened and grew pale, his body slimmer till his skin seemed to cling to his bones, like some starved beast. Limbs elongating until he was tall and lank, his uniform morphing into his body as it darkened and changed color.

Claws that weren't too dissimilar to steel broke from his finger tips, as well as femur spines that belonged to an insect protruding from his thighs. His withered into nothing, white stripes forming across his dark limbs.

Despite what she was witnessing - what they all were witnessing - the worst part was the sounds. Hearing flesh tearing like paper, snapping and crunching like bones, and a guttural groan unlike that of a hungry predator was an unsettling experience that sickened Charlie.

The transformation neared its completion, with Mario's head widening to inhuman degrees; his forehead, complimented with a concerning crack on the left, became a discerning appearance, just as his mouth widened too- spread past the limits of an actual human.

Various unnatural features decorated his face and body; the circles imitating rosy cheeks, the pair of twin specks that seemed to emulate brows, red lipstick around the lip-less mouth and the twin trails of blue that ran down to his smile. His no longer wore a uniform; it was instead replaced with a sleeveless buttoned vest that manifested a small cape that reached down to his hips. A flower bloomed on his right side, and a bow tie at his neck.

The last change was his eyes; the white of his sclera melted into the creeping darkness, his silver iris with it. A new pair of eyes replaced them, rolling up from below. His pupils were white instead of black, his irises shined silver with a small darker ring separating the pupil from the bigger, more mesmerizing rings.

His appearance was alien and wrong and... so familiar to Charlie. Perhaps an unfinished animatronic glimpsed in his garage. But this... was warped and personalized in a sense - tailored to fit his preferences. The thought invoked rejection towards the impossibility of the situation; seeking logic that wasn't there as confusion froze her in place.

Everyone else were more afraid than anything else. Except for Mario, who seemed apologetic rather than enthusiastic.

"You have disturbed my nights long enough, taking what little I could grant you. What little I could conserve. And thus, there must be a 'give' to return on your part," Mario stated or... whatever he truly was, with voice littered with guttural snarls and chitters, "Know I did not want this. I'd never think to do this. But you've left me with little choice. I've ignored my hunger long enough. And besides..."

Mario gazed directly into Charlie's shocked brown eyes.

"...you can't fight your nature."

Jessica's hands gripped onto Charlie, pulling her closer to the huddled group as Carlton took over supporting his dad from John. His grey eyes glanced over to the animatronics that were by the sidelines... including the golden bear that Michael was inside.

"Uh... guys," he caught the others attention, directing it to the animatronics on standby.

Until all, with exception to Michael, began to make their way to the hallway.

Why aren't they staying?

"Go join the others Michael," Mario tells the Golden Bear. There seems to be some garbled indiscernible reply from the suit... a protest perhaps?

Though it's seems to be all for naught when Mario snaps back, "Go back to slumber Michael. I'll make this quick."

Michael lingers, but the glint of life in the bear suit's sockets flicker out; darkness cast over the yellow suit.

"Now," Mario growled when he turned his attention to them, clawed tendrils breaking from under his shoulders, as another pair of thin legs extend out from the two limbs, reminiscent of a spider, "It's time to feed."

For Silva's Hope, allow me to present to you Silva's first of many face-offs with one Nadi Sinclair, aka John's right hand (and simp), aka former member of Taskforce 141 (from Call To Arms duology), aka a really good shot! Enjoy below:

[TW: Violence and blood and dead Peggies]

Another shot rang out, the glass of the wrecked ute shattered above her.

Silva scooted away from any openings her unseen attacker had on her, shrunk low while she kept her limbs close to herself.

With another shot, a bullet dented into the ute, but remained strong against her attacker.

She could hear gunfire and shouts from enemies and allies alike, as the peggies assault Fall's End and the valley's Resistance defend themselves.

She inspects her glock, swiftly checking her magazine.

Empty.

Silva banged the back of her head against the vehicle's metal, cursing herself for her shortsightedness.

She puts the glock back into her holster, hand reaching for her knife.

Until a peggie rounded the corner of the ute, shovel in his hands and raising it to hit her.

Surprised, Silva barely had enough time to roll away from the strike. The peggie, who's eyes seem glazed with a misty green, slammed his shovel against the dirt, face etching with confusion.

And clarity once I'm done with him, Silva thought as she brought out her knife, the stone handle feeling right in her gloved hands. As she moved to deliver a killing blow, there was a small part of herself that felt like she was forgetting something.

A familiar bang rang out, and Silva realized she was going to get a painful reminder of the situation she had gotten stuck in to punish her instincts.

Silva doubled over, her knife dropped as the sharp sting was replaced with a burning pain once the bullet excited her bicep. Silva clutched her wound, blood seeping into her gloves. She dropped to the floor when another shot was fired, hitting the ground nearby.

The peggie used her disadvantage to attack, throwing himself onto her. Silva had rolled to her back to counter, but only managed to grip onto shovel's handle.

She quickly realised he wanted to choke her out with it, either to kill her or render her unconscious. Neither was appealing, and opted to keep his shovel from her throat.

Which was proving difficult from the strain of the wound she received from John's sharpshooter, the pressure and applied strength weakening her grip against the ridiculously strong peggie.

As the handle crept closer to her throat, her strength just about ready to give in, a shot rang out.

And the peggie's brain matter and blood sprayed against the white ute, his corpse collapsing onto her.

Shoving it off, she searched for her attacker. Until she recognized a familiar green laser pointer that belonged to her rescuer.

Following the green light, she saw Grace had set herself up on the garage's roof.

Her radio burst to life, Grace's voice piercing through the chaos of gunfire and yells, "You good Deputy?"

Silva let out a relieved huff, hissing when she moved her wounded arm. She used her functional hand to grab the radio and reply, "Got a gunshot wound to the bicep. Went clean through but got nothing to clean it or stitch myself up with. Not to mention-"

A bullet denting the roof of the ute interrupted her, followed by a shot to the hood and the deflation of a tire.

"-I've got this gillipollas hounding after me. How's everything over on your part?"

"Jerome's leading the push back against the Peggie's front assault while Mary May's keeping the wounded inside her bar and restocking any ammo we need," Grace informs Silva as she fires a shot far off from Silva, "John's bodyguard, Sinclair, is holed up on the water tower. I guess neither she nor John were happy with the destruction of their new toy."

Silva could guess she was referring to the Revelator. Wiping the sweat from her forehead, she responded, "Can you reach her from your position?"

Grace hummed, but not the affirmative kind, "Negative, and neither can she, though her ire seems more focused on you. However, I can take out the blissed-out peggies running toward your position."

Of course there's more of that guy. Which wouldn't be an issue if she could use both her hands, a loaded gun and didn't have to worry about John's enthusiastic psycho sniper blowing her head off.

Taking slow methodic breaths, Silva used the dropped shovel to safely reach for her knife, managing to return it to her waiting hand as another shot broke off the shovel's spade.

She inquired, "Is there any cover I could run up to?"

"Barely, but enough to be out of Sinclair's scope," Grace affirmed, much to Silva's relief, "I'd advise going for the peggie van furthest to your right."

"Can you cover me?" Silva asked, legs prepped to make a run. Her wound ached, but she forced herself to push back the pain. Gripping her knife with her good hand, she awaited Grace's response.

The radio came to life once more, and Grace assured her, "I've got your back, Dep."

[henry-fox-biggest-stan]

Dead poets society-coded

La general decapitada (The beheaded generation)

The Generación decapitada (Spanish for "Beheaded/Decapitated Generation") was a literary group formed by four young Ecuadorian poets in the first decades of the 20th century. The group comprised two men from the city of Guayaquil, Medardo Ángel Silva and Ernesto Noboa y Caamaño, and two from Quito, Arturo Borja and Humberto Fierro. These four writers were greatly influenced by the modernist movement of Rubén Darío and by 19th-century French romantic poetry. They all read this poetry—by Baudelaire, Hugo, Rimbaud, and Verlaine—in the original French.

The group is called "decapitada", or decapitated, because each member committed suicide at a young age. Though they knew each other and dedicated poems to each other, they never met together to create a true literary group. The term "generación decapitada" originated in the middle of the 20th century, when Ecuadorian journalists and historians decided to name them, noting similarities in the authors' poetry.

[totallynotsilversora]

When your gals are the same height and swap clothes for a bit 🤗

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[ Meryl Stryfe from Trigun Stampede swapping outfits with my OC, Charli. Meryl is pulling down the skirt of a cream mini dress with a dark red leather collar and red leggings plus light blue puffy sleeves. The sleeves also have red cuffs with gold trim and her shoes share the same color scheme as the dress with the gold trim. She also has a dark red belt wrap around strapped together with gold string around her waist. Meryl doesn't seem as comfortable in her new outfit as Charli - a young and fairly tanned lady with dark brown hair in a braid and two side bangs with a strand curled up. ]