#oc: azriel omar

[simplegenius042]

Music Monday, OC First Encounter, Seven Sentence Sunday & Top Ten Songs on Repeat

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Music for an original character, Rouske, A Radioactive Calamity of Love, Bombs & Gore and The UnTitledverse, Seven Sentences for a Life, Despair & Monsters WIP, OC First Encounter for The Silver Chronicles and my top ten songs on repeat. Listen and read below the cut:

In my Fallout 4 WIP A Symbol For A Better World from my A Radioactive Calamity of Love, Bombs & Gore series, I take a lot of joy in writing out my Sole Survivor OC Nate Gust Sarid being in charge of the Minutemen, especially with Ress' influence. Like Nate is pretty charismatic (in an odd sort of way) and has a fundamental understanding on how recruitment works, but Ress has been apart of her family's crime boss management and has witnessed how other factions use certain values to recruit others, including her own brother. Considering how low in numbers and scattered the Minutemen are, Nate devises a plan with Ress to start making advertisements (with the help of Piper) to convince people to join the Minutemen, a form of passive-aggressive combat against the Brotherhood of Steel's propaganda, with one core value being "belonging". This also helps Nate better convince Danse to join the Minutemen when the latter is found out to be a synth; especially since Danse has come across/heard the advertisements and even teamed up with Nate at that point in the WIP, that the idea of joining the Minutemen doesn't seem that far fetched of an option when presented.

"Young man, there's no need to feel down I said, young man, pick yourself off the ground I said, young man, 'cause you're in a new town There's no need to be unhappy Young man, there's a place you can go I said, young man, when you're short on your dough You can stay there and I'm sure you will find Many ways to have a good time

It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A They have everything For young men to enjoy You can hang out with all the boys It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A You can get yourself clean You can have a good meal You can do whatever you feel

Young man, are you listening to me? I said, young man, what do you wanna be? I said, young man, you can make real your dreams But you've got to know this one thing No man does it all by himself I said, young man, put your pride on the shelf And just go there to the Y.M.C.A I'm sure they can help you today!"

Rouske is a character who is as covered in layers as he is full of contradictions. He's the archbishop of Yahar'ghul, practically it's leader, therefore representing Yahar'ghul itself (the violence, depravity, callousness towards life and just the horrible self-inflicted nature of it all) and yet, in spite of this horribleness that he acknowledges within himself, aspires to save people by taking them into the Paragon of Extinction's dreamscape while it burns the multiverse out once awoken. He is often the most calm, self-disciplined and speaks with a refined vocabulary, which contrasts him from his fellows. He is closer to the disposable Pthurmerian Snatchers who barely make a noise beyond a snarl than he is to his self-interested human cohorts who are either loud and obnoxious or as refined as he is, just with less politeness. Rouske both has faith in his plan and yet has various doubts, but in the end never backs down from completing it. But everything gets even more ambiguous with his relationship with a woman from his past. She isn't named beyond being referred to as a "yūrei" (hence the quotations), which if the translator is correct is a Japanese word for "specter" or even "ghost". Which by Rouske's POV, she is; an apparition from his past only ever viewed in one memory of his. In no other circumstances is she ever shown beyond this one muddled memory Rouske has of her. Sometimes the older cohorts of Yahar'ghul refer to her but their information on her are often contradicting and vague, merely rumor. Rouske is the sole person to even have an interaction with her, although the reliability of Rouske's memory of her is questionable. Descriptions of her often change, the setting too, and their relationship is intentionally left unclear; is she his mother? Sister? Family member? Her vocabulary is described as being just as refined and similar to his own. A friend? Lover? Crush? Rival? Enemy? Outcast? Stranger? Future successor or the previous Archbishop? Nothing is clear... and will never be clear, since Rouske has been alive for so long that traveling the Multiverse that his memories aren't what they used to be. The only consistent thing he remembers about her are her words to him; something that rattles him to the present day. Makes him question Yahar'ghul's horrible traditions. Regardless, his refusal to fully remember her and his interaction with her has a thematic reason; the main theme of this concept of a WIP I'm not going to write is "Memories" and "Remembrance", which also acts as a key to being able to "change yourself as a person". Whereas the protagonists succeed in this, Rouske is showing an utter refusal to do so; whatever pain he associates with "Yūrei" and the truth behind her words hurt more than acknowledging he has done wrong and should cease this destructive plan and face the unfairness of the multiverse instead of running and escaping from it. He refuses to remember "Yūrei" fully, and being the one person who even managed to crack his faith in Yahar'ghul's traditions, he also refuses to see himself beyond what he's been taught; only that he is from Yahar'ghul, and Yahar'ghul is nothing but horrible.

"I hurt myself today To see if I still feel I focus on the pain The only thing that's real

The needle tears a hole The old, familiar sting Try to kill it all away But I remember everything

What have I become? My sweetest friend Everyone I know goes away In the end

And you could have it all My empire of dirt I will let you down I will make you hurt

I wear this crown of thorns Upon my liar's chair Full of broken thoughts I cannot repair

Beneath the stains of time The feelings disappear You are someone else I am still right here

What have I become? My sweetest friend Everyone I know goes away In the end

And you could have it all My empire of dirt I will let you down I will make you hurt

If I could start again A million miles away I would keep myself I would find a way."

And finally, some OC stuff on Leslie Who from The UnTitledverse series and how his bond with his son Samuel Who and his mentorship over Joaquin Cobalt shape their lives. For Samuel, Leslie's parenting of him allows the boy to carry the values of kindness and faith even in the Pride Ring of Hell, looking out for his loved ones (especially Charlie Morningstar) and the little guy. Meanwhile, Leslie's mentorship over Joaquin gives the young boy a stable adult figure in his life, one who instills in him the values of mercy and forgiveness and to focus on what matters (like his friends and family of choice) rather than his own short-term pursuits (instant vengeance against Edward Carmine and being of service to an authority that seemingly aligns to his moral ideals). Love my grandpa OC rising to his mid 70s who has a son that's an advisor to Hell's royal family and a kid he's basically a parental figure to who's the leader of a multiverse task force that regularly kick the asses of fascists and whatnot. And both Samuel and Joaquin are trans, so trans ally old man for the win.

("Hey!") "Once upon a younger year When all our shadows disappeared The animals inside came out to play When face to face with all our fears Learned our lessons through the tears Made memories we knew would never fade

One day my father, he told me, "Son, don't let it slip away" He took me in his arms, I heard him say "When you get older, your wild heart will live for younger days Think of me if ever you're afraid"

He said, "One day, you'll leave this world behind So live a life you will remember" My father told me when I was just a child "These are the nights that never die" My father told me

When thunderclouds start pouring down Light a fire they can't put out Carve your name into those shining stars He said, "Go venture far beyond the shores Don't forsake this life of yours I'll guide you home no matter where you are"

One day my father, he told me, "Son, don't let it slip away" He took me in his arms, I heard him say "When you get older, your wild heart will live for younger days Think of me if ever you're afraid"

He said, "One day, you'll leave this world behind So live a life you will remember" My father told me when I was just a child "These are the nights that never die" My father told me

These are the nights that never die My father told me

My father told me!"

Here's a six sentence snippet of my Guenevere WIP where recently married/crowned Guenevere ends up (somehow) lost in woods far from wandering in the kingdom's gardens earlier. So she takes aid from a noble gentleman who seems to know the way back. If only she knew what awaited her...

When I looked down and met his eyes, I found myself briefly still; never before had I seen such rings be as dark as the pupils within. I would go as far and say they were almost void.

A chill rippled across my skin, goosebumps summoned and a minor thought said, Run.

But it was fleeting, the thought, for how ridiculous it is that I should be afraid of such a short, non-threatening nobleman. Especially when he was wearing such an oddly square hat.

I didn't have much other option either, considering he was likely my only way back to the wedding and out of the woods. And I doubted he'd risk doing nefarious deeds on Camelot's newly crowned queen of a beloved king. At least I hoped not...

"Shall we get going, your majesty?" Sir Enigma asked with a smile, gesturing to his odd carriage, breaking me out of my thoughts.

And lastly my top ten repeating songs:

"This Comes From Inside" by The Living Tombstone

"Maps" by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs

"Silence" by Marshmello ft. Khalid

"Let You Down" by NF

"Genghis Khan" by Miike Snow

"Skin And Bones" by David Kushner

"Outro" by M83

"Sweet Oblivion" by David Kushner

"At All Costs" by Chris Pines & Ariana DeBose

"The Line" by Twenty One Pilots

[the-silver-chronicles]

Siblings Q&A | Silva & Elsa Omar ONESHOT

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Hey guys, SimpleGenius here! Decided to turn this short Q&A into a legitimate Oneshot for The Silver Chronicles, involving two OCs of mine; Silva and her younger half-sister, Elsa, set in a time in Hope County where Silva had no knowledge of Eden's Gate and the Omar's experienced a time of normalcy. There should be nothing but fluff, yes-siree. Oneshot below the cut:

The buzz of the worn-out camcorder complimented the numbing visuals of the frozen static, but swiftly the unused device booted up.

The specter on the screen was both haunting and ethereal, a memory from a time so much simpler. A normality so sparse in time.

With her trusty camcorder in hand, Elsa admired herself in the mirror. Hair twisted in many small blonde braids, wearing a white sundress laced with magenta patterns that looked like flowers.

The camcorder fizzled, the screen going blank for a moment. She gave it a good whack, faded red paint dusting her black gloves, and the camcorder proceeded to work like normal.

Elsa carried the camcorder away from the mirror, passing through into a lounge. Her hermana, dressed in a yellow flannel and black jeans, her dark hair flowing past her shoulders, seated on their couch having a cup of coffee.

"You ready, Sylvie?" Elsa asked, shuffling cards out of frame. Sylvester placed her cup onto the coffee table, laced gloves fixing creases on a dress she's not wearing. Realizing this, she stops the action and awkwardly cups her knees.

"Si, uh, seguro," Sylvester muttered out, clearing her throat, "How does this work?"

"Essentially, from what Rae-Rae told me, this is a fun little game where siblings answer questions for that net-work mambo-jumbo," Elsa explained, and again shuffled the flash cards she prepared.

"And since we're both sane enough to not invite people to put their noses into where they don't belong, I thought maybe, instead of doing this for strangers, we do it for Persephone," Elsa elaborates further.

Sylvester blinks, grey eyes staring at her younger hermana like a doe caught in headlights. She tilts her head, her right cheek sunk in, chewing her inner cheek.

"Elsa, she's una," Sylvester points out.

"Yeah, I know that," Elsa sighs, understanding but exasperated, "But she won't be for long. When she's older, we can show her this. Let her get to know her mamá and tía some more."

Sylvester's lips didn't quite frown, but she wasn't unconvinced either. "Derecha," she nodded, still wrapping her head around the camcorder's functions.

Elsa was likely grinning behind the camcorder, "Exactly! Now, to make this a bit more fun, I shuffled the questions out of order. Now let's begin."

Elsa showed the flash cards, the shuffle complete, and flipped over the first one.

"Question 19: Who has the worst ideas?" Elsa asked aloud.

Sylvester snorted, uncharacteristic of the person she's supposed to be, a small teasing smile on her healing chapped lips, "Well we both know who that is."

Elsa let out an exaggerated gasp, feigned offense, "Why Sylvie, I am but a respectable, humble and pious shopkeeper. Do you insinuate that I am anything but?"

"Bold words coming from the local daredevil who likes to worry her hermana to near-death," Sylvester retorts, arms crossed.

"...I'm guessing Rae-Rae snitched about my escapes on her roof?"

Sylvester had no need to answer, though Elsa must have seen that she had nothing to worry over, as Sylvester's smile held only amusement.

"Next question," Elsa declared, moving on, "Number 7: Most stable romantic life?"

Both wondered briefly, and Elsa states, "I gotta give this one to you Sylvie. You managed one relationship with Irene far longer than any ones I've had in our time here."

Sylvester narrows her eyes at Elsa, raising a quizzical brow, "Is that so? You and Ezekiel were like two peas in a pod every time you both talked with each other."

"That was brief, and we weren't official. Just some one-upping through flirtation. And he had been a real jerk at first, remember? At least you and Irene had a better start," Elsa deflects, waving a hand onscreen as she desperately denied her hermana's accusations.

Sylvester merely nods her head in feigned agreement as Elsa brings out the next question.

"Question 12: Best memory together?"

Sylvester leaned back on the couch, looking up for a moment. With Sylvester pondering which memory she liked the most, Elsa already found one.

"I'd say buying this residence," Elsa admits, "A place we can forever call our home. Wouldn't you agree?"

Sylvester looked to Elsa, and gave a short nod, "Si, it is up there. But... I'd say my favorite would be when it first rained. Just... playing and dancing like kids do... like we should have been allowed to do."

Elsa must have sensed the solemness in her voice, and replied, "At least we got to do it."

Sylvester hummed, appreciative of that fact.

"Question 15: Would you rather not being able to shower for a month or have the same clothes for a month?"

Sylvester was immediate in her response, "Not shower for a month, obviously. We can just bathe in baths instead."

Elsa laughed, cheerful and loud, "Never thought you'd be the one to take advantage of a loophole Sylvie."

Sylvester smile wholeheartedly, grey eyes sincere as she admitted, "I learned the best from my crafty little hermana."

"Aww," Elsa lightheartedly cooed, and proceeded forward, "Question 5: Who sleeps the most?"

Sylvester raised her hand, "Mother of one very curious and fussy niñita, right here."

"No arguments there," Elsa replied, "Question 14: Dream trip together?"

In a moment of synchronized thought between hermanas, they both state, "Spain."

"Question 16: Who's the older one?"

Sylvester raised her hand once again. Elsa flipped to the next flash card, "Question 10: Who had a weird phase?"

Both pondered for a moment, trying to think of any moment in their lives of such a phase.

"I don't think we were ever given a chance to do so," Elsa states. Sylvester hummed in agreement, shaking her head in confirmation.

"Alright then! Question 6..."

Elsa paused, reading the flash card: 'Who's Mom and Dad's favorite? (If there is one?)'

Sylvester waits, worry building in her gut, and asks, "What's the question?"

Elsa hesitated, but responded, "Who's.... mo- ahem, father's favorite..."

Sylvester briefly gaped, but recovered, stating, "Well, we both know the answer to that question is neither of us."

Elsa hummed, throwing the card away as she proceeded with the next one, "Question 18: Role Model? Mine's you, of course. But who's yours Sylvie?"

"I'd have to say Paul," Sylvester mustered out, clearing her throat, "He saved me after all. Raised me. Gave me something that we were denied."

"I wish I got to meet him," Elsa admits, "From what you told me, he was funny and dramatic."

Sylvester smiled at Elsa's words, "You two would have adored each other."

Allowing Sylvester a moment to keep herself together, Elsa proceeded to the next card, "Question 3: Who eats the most?"

She raised her hand this time, the various rings displayed for the camcorder to catch, "That'd be me! Speaking of which..."

Sylvester cringed, swiftly adding, "I had a sandwich earlier."

But Elsa was not deterred, "While that's good, you skipped breakfast nor have you had any fruits or snacks prior to lunch."

"I'll have something later," Sylvester flimsily promised. Elsa, not satisfied, retorts, "I'll hold you to that."

"Question 8: Worst habit of each one?"

Sylvester sighed, "Well, you already know mine. Though your recklessness is concerning considering your condition Elsa."

"I'm not made of glass, Sylvie."

"Elsa, your bones are brittle and break easily."

"...Okay I'm a little like glass, but I'm not stupid. I can take care of myself. I know what I'm doing when I climb a tree, or go bungee jumping or help Rae-Rae around her farm," Elsa defends. Her hermana replies, "I... I know that Elsa, but even so, you've been seeking out riskier and riskier thrills lately, and I can't... help but worry."

"I appreciate it," Elsa assures, and adds, "But you worry way too often."

Sylvester doesn't argue, and Elsa takes advantage of the momentary silence, "Question 4: Who has been on the weirdest situations?"

Neither hermana could think of either one being in a "weird" situation. Sylvester opted to gesture to Elsa, "Well, given your escapades so far, I vote you."

Elsa huffed, "Seeking thrill is not the same as getting stuck in chance and strange situations."

"And how likely am I going to be in such situations?"

Elsa mumbles, indistinctly playful, and moves on, "Question 20: A GIANT insect is on the wall, who's taking care of it?"

Sylvester raises a brow, "Whoever finds it first."

"Pfft, a bug ain't that scary," Elsa comments, "Question 17: Describe each other in three words."

Elsa and Sylvester held gaze for a moment blurted out their answer.

"My badass worrywart-hermana." "Daring little hermana."

There was a silent beat before both responded to such descriptions.

"Surely that is four words, Elsa," Sylvester argued, but Elsa interrupted with her pointer finger as she replied, "Ah, but you forget my lovely older hermana, the power a hyphen holds."

Sylvester shook her head in disbelief, but did not debate further as Elsa brought forth the next question, "Question 1: Who looks the... ah mierda, another one?"

'Who looks the most like dad?' the question read.

"Is it another relating to... him?" Sylvester tested, her lips pursed in a thin line, her voice softer and quieter than normal. Her grey eyes dulled, hands clenched into her jeans.

Elsa sighs, a hand going out of the camcorder's view, probably to play with her blonde locks, and most likely undo a braid in the process.

"I... Do you mind if we skip this one?" Elsa asks, and Sylvester eagerly nods, much to Elsa's relief, "Question 11: Best cook of the family?"

Elsa answers before Sylvester could have a chance, "Yeah, I can't cook for shit, that's you right there, Sylvie."

Sylvester closes mouth, making no comment on Elsa's lack of culinary skill. Elsa flips the next flash card, "Question 9: Who's the most dramatic?! Why that would be me!"

Sylvester nodded with absolute certainty.

"Question 8: Worst habit of each one?"

Sylvester beat Elsa to the tea, "I got this. I'm a nagging worrywart who forgets her own needs sometimes, and you, mi querida hermana, are a crafty daredevil with a big ego that often gets you into trouble."

"Hah! Wow, you know me so well," Elsa said, flipping to the next flash card, but mentions, "However, you're wrong in your description; you're not a nagger."

Sylvester doesn't visibly react to this, but she seems to be stuck in a forlorn gaze. However, the next question snaps her out of this odd pause, and Sylvester listens attentively.

"Question 13... uh, worst memory together?"

Sylvester and Elsa pondered together, brainstorming.

"Our entire childhood was jodido and never the best," Elsa mentions. Sylvester frowns, and points out, "Si, but the run for the docks weren't any better."

Elsa couldn't not hum in agreement, and she moves on, "Last Question. Number 2: Who looks the most like mom...?"

Sylvester looks baffled as Elsa blows a raspberry, "Irrelevant. We've never met nor did we have the same mother."

Elsa throws away that flashcard out of the camcorder's view, much to Sylvester's visible annoyance.

"And... that's it. We finished the game. Yay!" Elsa lightly cheered, her camcorder focusing on Sylvester, "So... food for thought?"

Silva watched herself, younger and with so much more innocence, more hope, than she had now. The camcorder in her gloved hands was running hot, the flashing sunset-red indicating a coming end, but she could care less, holding onto the memory in her hands for as long as she could.

Sylvester chewed her inner cheek and said, "Besides two nosy ones, I'd say it was... nice?"

Elsa's mock offended gasp was as exaggerated as the younger hermana's mannerisms had always been, "Just 'nice'? This is a memorial moment for the both of us. It is evidence for Persephone to watch and rewatch for years to come."

Elsa placed the camcorder on the coffee table, and sat down next to Sylvester on the couch, a big grin spread out, pearly teeth shown. She grabs a hold of Sylvester's laced gloved hands, despite the latter's exasperation over the former's words.

"Wasn't it you who emphasized the importance of this? To immortalize ourselves through memories our family can visit decades after we're gone? Whether it be through ink, our voices or our image? You have to agree that this is quite a viable way to do that," Elsa assures Sylvester, who's doubt dissipated the longer she thought.

The camcorder began to buffer, the orange-red blinking faster, but Silva continued to watch, wanting to savoir this for as long as she could.

Sylvester's grey eyes looked to Elsa, softly asking, "Okay. But I have to ask; are you sure?"

Elsa laughed, her dimples caught by the camcorder's lens, as she says-

Nothing.

The camcorder's screen was blank, only reflecting Silva. The blinking light gone, the heat prevalent, and despite desperately pushing the power button repeatedly, Silva knew she wouldn't get those reassuring words she needed to hear. Not now. Nor ever again.

Silva's shoulders slumped, still sat down on the old wooden floor in the decrepit corpse of her home. The home she had taken care of for almost a decade. Even after her hermana's death, despite the ache for her visits. Even after Persephone's passing, though the yearning for her hija's laughter echoing in the halls hurt more and more with their absence.

And now... her residence, her home, was nothing more than a burned and decrepit husk full of dust and debris. All the memories that mattered, all the memories she held close to her, the journals, the photos, the shrines they rested under, were all tattered and ripped and frayed and singed and gone. Just gone.

And now... with exception to Silva's own visage of Elsa... the last thing of her hermana that she could have shown to her familia, could no longer function. The Collapse had reduced the resources required to charge such a small device to ash. Even if something survived, the camcorder was aged, and had some bugs.

Silva flipped the lid screen closed, clutching the little camcorder in her gloved hands, pushing it against her chest as she let out a shaky breath. The foliage that claimed her house rustled as a breeze swept past.

She shook where she sat, holding onto the pain, the knowledge that change has come and another chance away from her before she could appreciate it.

The wood creaked, and Silva didn't want to look at her amor's beautiful face, didn't want to shoulder her with more of her own pain and grief. But a dainty hand cupped her face, and Silva couldn't resist, relenting to her beloved's request.

Her tearful grey eyes connected with the warm green of Faith's. Her beloved, her esposa, her amor. Her Faith.

I am hers. And she is mine. As we both vowed.

And Silva wouldn't hide herself away from her. Couldn't. Even if she tried. How could she? They both knew the best and worst of each other. Intimately.

There was no judgement pitting them against one another anymore. Like now, there was only understanding. The grief for a present that they could no longer return to.

Silva did not resist the tears that fell across her cheeks. Nor did she push away Faith when she wrapped her arms around her. An embrace that held a strength that others underestimated about her. Both possessive and a comfort. All to tell Silva, I'm here.

Silva felt two more pairs of arms hold around her. The first was of her inventive Azriel, her grip unyielding as she buried herself into Silva's shoulder, just like she had done when she found her at age nine.

And the second came from her youngest. Her Mercy, clutching onto her with small hands, light-brown hair nuzzling into her body, perhaps not quite knowing why her madre was sad now that they were out of the bunker, but doing her best to lighten the load with her presence.

Silva placed down the old camcorder, and did her best to compensate in the embrace by wrapping her arms around her Faith and precious hijas. Her familia.

The grief was ever present, but this time, Silva would not be lost to it.

[A/n] I lied, the fluff was merely a front, there's only angst here. Well, mostly at least. Set before Old Dusk (the New Dawn WIP), with only a camcorder showing pre-Silva's Hope stuff. They probably only recently left Silva's bunker and well, Silva's obviously gonna be depressed about the state of everything. At least she has her family to keep her grounded? Also I haven't written in a while, so if it was repetitive or tone death, my bad, I've been trying to get my motivation back. Anywho, hope you enjoyed this lovely (and angsty) oneshot, and see y'all in the next one!

[the-silver-chronicles]

I'll just do them all...

Deputy Silva Omar - She's dyed slivers of her dark hair silver and braided it into a braid tail as an official physical change to her identity (essentially an attempt letting go of the woman she once was, Sylvester).

Kamski Neon - Old ginger man who the U.S government doesn't even realize is even living in Hope County. Also, him being the "Good Doctor" isn't because he's morally good, but because he's good at being a medical practitioner.

Nadi Sinclair - Bisexual disaster has two big fat crushes on John Seed and Holly Pepper.

Alexander Khaos - A "Chosen Extraordinaire" (Jacob's most elite soldier), Alexander is Jacob's right hand man, but he's also got his own loyal following in case he needs to run a coup to depose Jacob if he ever strays from their aligned ideals that had Alexander following Jacob in the first place. Also he saved Hannah McCalkin, and has her as his own right hand.

Gavin Turquoise - AroAce lawyer who is Eden's Gate most hated man. Also wants to psycho-analyze Joseph so, so, so badly.

Azriel Omar - Adopted gremlin daughter of Silva Omar. Faith's #1 Hater is 9 years old and is only hating on her because Faith has the hots for her new mom.

If you see this, tell me little things about your Fc5 ocs or ask for mine

Yes it’s dumb and I’m bored but it’s fun to know things

[holycompendium]

Ascendants OC Masterlist ⛊ Pt. 1

⚔︎ quick context : ascendants is my upcoming descendants fic series centered around merlin academy. you can catch the first chapter of the first installment right here!

ADAM ST. ROSE

Fate : Become cursed to live as a beast & marry Belle. Face Claim : Maxwell Jenkins

ANA CRESTA

Legacy : Daughter of a Neverlandian mermaid. Face Claim : Daniela Avanzini

ARTHUR "ART" PENDRAGON II

Legacy : Son of King Arthur of Camelot. Face Claim : Joshua Bassett

ASTERIA CHARIS

Legacy : Adopted daughter of Erato, muse of lyrical poetry. Face Claim : Bailey Bass

AZRIEL INDIRA

Legacy : Son of the Blue Fairy. Face Claim : Omar Rudberg

BELLE BAPTISTE

Fate : Marry the beast king Adam & establish the United States of Auradon. Face Claim : Zoe Colletti

CASPIAN DELMAR

Legacy : Son of Arista, nephew to Ariel & Eric. Face Claim : Reece King

LYNN ORELLA

Fate : Become the all-powerful enchantress who curses Prince Adam. Face Claim : Choi Yunjin

CLAUDE FROLLO

Fate : Become the villainous archdeacon of Notre-Dame. Face Claim : Case Walker

CRUELLA DE VIL

Fate : Descend into madness and become a tyrannical heiress. Face Claim : Riele Downs

ELI LA BOUFF

Fate : Inherit his family's business and become a wealthy sugar baron. Face Claim : Maxwell Acee Donovan

EUGENE "FITZ" FITZHERBERT

Fate : Abandon his royal heritage and become the thief Flynn Rider. Face Claim : Aryan Simhadri

FINCH

Legacy : Illegitimate son of Robin Hood. Face Claim : Brandon Severs

GASTON LEGUME

Fate : Become an arrogant and selfish game hunter. Face Claim : Belmont Cameli

GRIMHILDE

Fate : Become the Evil Queen & stepmother to Snow White. Face Claim : Ariana Greenblatt

JAFAR

Fate : Become the scheming royal vizier of Agrabah. Face Claim : Jahed

KIRSTI LINDT

Legacy : Daughter of Anna & Kristoff, niece to Elsa. Face Claim : Shay Rudolph

LEAH ROSE

Fate : Marry King Stefan and give birth to Aurora. Face Claim : Dior GoodJohn

LOUIS FACILIER

Fate : Sell his own soul in exchange for the power of a Hodou bokor. Face Claim : Niles Fitch

MIMINA "MIMI" MIM

Legacy : Granddaughter of Mad Madam Mim. Face Claim : Avantika Vandanapu

MAI TREMAINE

Fate : Become the head of the house of Tremaine & become Cinderella's stepmother. Face Claim : Kang Haerin

MULAN FA

Fate : Defeat the Hun army and save the Imperial Kingdom. Face Claim : Zhou Xinyu

ODILE "ODIE" ARNAUD-CHRISTOPHE

Fate : Become an eccentric & benevolent Houdou priestess. Face Claim : Whitney Peak

SAM "SMEE" SMIEGEL

Fate : Serve as Captain Smith's boatswain and first loyal mate. Face Claim : Owen Joyner

STEFAN MOREAU

Fate : Marry Queen Leah & father Aurora. Face Claim : Kahlil Beth

URSULA

Fate : Become a fearsome sea witch. Face Claim : Chandler Kinney

ZEVON

Legacy : Son of Yzma. Face Claim : Charlie Bushnell

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The Silver Chronicles Original Character List

Main Story OCs

Deputy Silva Omar (faceclaim: Mina El Hammani) - The main protagonist of Silva's Hope and La Última En Pie, and a major character in Old Dusk. Silva is the recent Junior Deputy assigned along with Sheriff Whitehorse and Marshal Burke (along with two of her fellow deputies, Hudson and Pratt) to arrest the infamous cult leader behind the Project at Eden's Gate, Joseph Seed. When the arrest goes awry, Silva is tasked with putting together a Resistance to combat the Reaping in Holland Valley, the Whitetail Mountains and the Henbane River regions that are all overseen by Joseph's heralds/siblings, using the skills and knowledge she's learnt in both her mysterious past and her current present. However, she faces several complications and digressions during the course of the year when the ghosts that haunt her past effect her decision-making during the fight, and faces several harsh truths along with questioning her own place and worth. Features in: Silva's Hope, La Última En Pie, Old Dusk and several FC5/FCND AUs.

Kamski Neon (faceclaim: Andre Royo) - Also known as "The Good Doctor", Kamski is one of the few survivors of the Tumultite Massacre who managed to reunite with Silva during her mission to rescue her daughter from the Apostles of Zachariah. In Hope County, he hides in an bunker he's set up as his Clinic where he treats Silva during the Reaping. Features in Silva's Hope, La Última En Pie and several FC5/FCND AUs.

Nadi Sinclair (Aïssa Maïga) - Nadi Sinclair is a former Task Force 141 member and currently John Seed's bodyguard/right-hand. An excellent sharpshooter who can't stop getting beaten by Silva Omar, though that's just one of several traits she shares with John. Features in Silva's Hope, Old Dusk, Call To Arms duology and several FC5/FCND.

Alexander Khaos (Taron Egerton) - Alexander is Jacob Seed's "Chosen Extraordinaire"; his most elite and top Chosen. Alexander formerly lived in a closed off section of England called "Wellington Wells", a time Alexander does not look upon fondly. Alexander is one of the few people in Silva Omar's life that's she's struggled to fight against. Features in Silva's Hope, Old Dusk, Ain't It A Joy? and several FC5/FCND AUs.

Gavin Turquoise (faceclaim: Matthew McConaughey) - A lawyer who is "friends" with Silva Omar, Gavin has an interest in the psychology of humans of varying morality, and is Schrödinger's guardian. Gavin's past and hands are stained with blood and wrongs, wrongs that he is determined to right when encountering Eden's Gate, and later the Highwaymen. Features in Silva's Hope, Old Dusk, No One's Safe At Home and several FC5/FCND AUs.

Isiah Popov - A traveling Russian con-artist who becomes partners-in-crime with Gemini Teal in Ketterdam. He was temporary member of the Dregs before splitting after a heist ended with mixed results, and became a mercenary along with Gemini where they got into contact with Kamski Neon. Features in La Última En Pie, Old Dusk, How Good Is A Heist If It's Improvised? and several FC5/FCND AUs.

Gemini Teal - A deaf thief who grew up in the streets of Ketterdam, after bumping into Isiah Popov during one of their less successful runs, they reluctantly become parterns-in-crime with the man in order to get better results. A temporary member of the Dregs before splitting after a heist ended with mixed results, they became a mercenary along with Isiah where eventually got into contact with Kamski Neon. Features in La Última En Pie, Old Dusk, How Good Is A Heist If It's Improvised? and several FC5/FCND AUs.

Azriel Omar (faceclaim: Aria Goodman) - The daughter of two Eden's Gate sycophants, Aria was supposed to be a sacrifice that acted as her parents gateway into the Father's welcoming arms, but she ran from them until she bumped into the infamous Deputy that reportedly liberated Holland Valley. Aria though comes to swiftly figure out that Silva Omar is not who her parents said she was, and eventually is taken under the care of the woman, where she chooses a new, yet oddly familiar, name for herself; Azriel. Features in Silva's Hope, Old Dusk and several FC5/FCND AUs from the The Silver Chronicles, and an Original Work called Wings And Horns.

Schrödinger Turquoise - A child Gavin found locked away in the Noir's base of operations, Gavin took them in and became their soul guardian. Timid and reserved, Schrödinger is often out of focus and easily underestimated, lending them the opportunity to use such feats to make any of Gavin's supposed allies and enemies alike to regret such a mistake. Azriel seems to be the only person aside from Gavin to notice Schrödinger, like their the only person in the world, leading to them developing a swift friendship and something more in the future. Features in Silva's Hope, Old Dusk, No One's Safe At Home and several FC5/FCND AUs from the The Silver Chronicles, and UnTitled Venture: Found Out in The UnTitled Ventures saga from The UnTitledverse.

Father Adam Omar (faceclaim Brad Garrett) - The current prophet of the Congregation of Adam's Guard, Adam Omar rules over the Archipiélagos with fear and devotion. He is the father of Silva and Elsa Omar, and has labelled them both as Judas's that must be hunted down and executed before the Collapse begins. Features in Silva's Hope, La Última En Pie and several FC5 AUs.

Oscar Lapis (faceclaim: Mario Casas) - Captain of the Enforcers in the Congregation of Adam's Guard, Oscar thrives in his abusing his authority. Oscar was the Enforcer who killed Kamski's daughter and Silva's lover, Irene Neon. Features in Silva's Hope, La Última En Pie and several FC5 AUs.

Rodriguez - A rather repulsive Enforcer who acts on his most violent and darkest impulses. Features in Silva's Hope and several FC5 AUs.

Enrique - One of the most tactical and sadistic Enforcers, prefers to retrieve information through cruel abuses of interrogations. Features in Silva's Hope and several FC5 AUs.

Kenway - An Enforcer whose both a coward and a rat, has climbed up the hierarchy's ladder via backstabbing and blackmail. Features in Silva's Hope and several FC5 AUs.

Ernesto Stallone - A Courser Enforcer tasked with hunting down and executing runaway prisoners and traitors to the Congregation of Adam's Guard. Serves to be one of the few who are willing to travel beyond the borders of the Archipiélagos to find his prey. Features in Silva's Hope and several FC5 AUs.

Captain Rorschach - A pirate captain that helps Silva travel to Adaro's islands. Features in La Última En Pie.

Denise Lapis (Odette Annable) - The unfortunate wife of Oscar Lapis, Denise lives under a constant state of unhappiness and fear, leading her to seek an out under any means necessary, even if it means reaching out to the Tumultite Community. What a mistake they made for letting her inside... Features in La Última En Pie.

Persephone Neon - Silva Omar's first-borne daughter whom she had with Irene Neon (Kamski's daughter), taking care of Persephone had been Silva's sole purpose once Elsa passed away. However, tragedy would strike when Silva reunites with Paul once more. Features in Silva's Hope, La Última En Pie and several FC5 AUs.

Elsa Omar (faceclaim: Juliana Alves) - Silva Omar's younger half-sister, Elsa had spent the most time with their father, Adam Omar, and took up a lot of his quirks (manipulation, gaslighting, socializing, ego, etc) and perfected them in service of Silva and Persephone when they arrived in Hope County. Although her bones are brittle, it doesn't stop her from engaging with her daredevil tendencies. Something that seems to have cost her life, but whose to say that was the whole truth? Features in Silva's Hope, La Última En Pie and several FC5 AUs.

Irene Neon - The dreaded daughter of Kamski Neon, Silva's first love and mother to Persephone, Irene was a menace feared by both Enforcers and Tumultite members alike. The latter were confused as to what Silva saw in her. Her death has turned Kamski bitter towards the rest of the world, and has left a gaping hole in Silva's heart. Features in La Última En Pie and several FC5 AUs.

Ezekiel (faceclaim: Álex González) - The Captain of Security and a major protagonist in Old Dusk, Ezekiel was picked up by Thomas Rush and company a few years after the Collapse, where Ezekiel swiftly took up his offer to help rebuild the broken America, eventually reaching what was once Hope County. Little did he know, that going to that particular county would have him reunite with a friend he surely thought had been lost to him. Features in La Última En Pie, Old Dusk and several FC5/FCND AUs.

Paul Yellowjack (faceclaim: Gabriel Garko) - The adoptive father of Silva Omar on the Archipiélagos and the leader of the Tumultite Community held against their will there, Paul was Silva's rock and a major influence in shaping her morals and convictions. Years later, he'd become one of the many ghosts who'd terrorize Silva in her nightmares, as the Herald of Suffering leading the Apostles of Zachariah. Silva rests a little easier at night, albeit guiltily, knowing he is deceased... at least, she believes him to be. Features in Silva's Hope, La Última En Pie, Old Dusk and several FC5/FCND AUs in The Silver Chronicles, The UnTitled Ventures saga in The UnTitledverse and Word Of Woe in Life, Despair & Monsters.

Mercy Omar-Seed (faceclaim: Emily Tosta) - Silva's second-borne daughter whom she had with Faith Seed, Mercy grew up in a world she was always told hadn't always been like the post-apocalypse it appeared to be. Mercy is often out assisting her elder sister Azriel in scavenging for supplies for their madres, however deviates her tasks on three separate trips; one where she met Carmina Rye, another where she befriended Ethan Seed, and the last one that truly changed her life where she saved a Captain of Security, Ezekiel from the Highwaymen. Features in Old Dusk and several FCND AUs.

Obadiah Teal - Paul's lover from the Archipiélagos, before he was found out aiding the Tumultites and executed by Enforcers. Features in Old Dusk and several FCND AU.

Crawford Klaus (faceclaim: Rhys Ifans) - A pharmacy juggernaut who utilizes his connections to experiment with the drugs he distributes, an active rival against Darling Enterprises. Features in: Ain't It A Joy? in The Silver Chronicles, and The UnTitled Stories in The Omniscient Rule saga from The UnTitledverse.

Huntress Caroline Jäger - A noble scion whose the younger sister of Tobias, Caroline was afflicted with a blood disease that shortened her lifespan significantly, and only found a solution when she and Tobias set of to Yharnam, the city of blood ministration. After Caroline wakes up from the transfusion, she sets off to hunt the beasts plaguing the city following the lead of her missing brother, finding citizens in need of help and creatures in need of slaughtering. Features in the Bloodborne WIP.

Hunter Tobias Jäger - A veteran soldier, Tobias is the older brother of Caroline, and he aids her in finding a cure to her dreadful affliction in the city of blood ministration, Yharnam. Tobias also signs the contract to aid his sister, and is the first to watch the fall of Yharnam. Ensuring his sister is secured in the clinic, Tobias sets off to eliminate all the beasts as Gehrman instructed him to do. Features in the Bloodborne WIP.

Feeble Natavan - One of the newer hunters to Yharnam, she is in way over her head when Tobias finds her in a bit of a scuffle. Seeks Byrgenwerth College. Features in the Bloodborne WIP.

Birol Dante, the Revenant - Birol is one of the few hunters who keeps his sanity when pulled into the Hunter's Nightmare. He assists Simon in unlocking the secrets the Healing Church's predecessors fought so hard to keep locked away and forgotten, unlocking his own miserable as well. Features in Bloodborne WIP.

Jocasta Akiko, the Plagued - Another retired Powder Keg who protects Old Yharnam along with Djura and Steffon, she was born and raised in Old Yharnam, and is one of the few distressed by fate of this abandoned section. Features in Bloodborne WIP.

Turncoat Fachnan Zakhar - A former Executioner of the Healing Church, after storming Castle Cainhurst, Fachnan deserts the Healing Church out of guilt for killing the occupants, and joins the Vileblood Queen's endeavors in consolidating her bloodline once more. Features in Bloodborne WIP.

Master Hunter Mahira - A Healing Church Hunter who defends the Grand Cathedral and the current vicar who resides in it. Features in Bloodborne WIP.

Belial Mallory the Damned - A Hunter on the verge of losing himself to the Insight he's accumulated from within the Upper Cathedral Ward, one of the few more sensible Choir members. Features in Bloodborne WIP.

Hadleigh Moreno, Scorned Wretch of Exile - A Yahar'gul hunter who ensures the woman of Hemwick do their part of the deal. Features in Bloodborne WIP.

Steffon, Retired Powder Keg - One of the few surviving Powder Kegs that stuck with protecting the beasts of Old Yharnam along with Djura. Features in Bloodborne WIP.

Nigel Gausse - A demigod who was once old pals with Splinter before he went rogue; went to Yharnam to commune with the "Old Ones", assisting the Choir and the School of Mensis in their goals to achieve his own. Features in Bloodborne WIP.

Darkbeast Constance - A Darkbeast disguised as a human, born in Yahar'gul (and proud of it) and organizes the Snatchers to help the School of Mensis and Gausse. Features in Bloodborne WIP.

Chiwa - A Tarnished that awoke in the woods of Limgrave with no memory except her name, she is guided by Grace towards the Erdtree, as many Tarnished are, and encouraged to by a stranger, Melina, to take the Elden Throne, albeit through unpleasant means. That is until Chiwa meets the All-Seeing Mage, Selke. Features in Elden Ring WIP.

Selke the All-Seeing Mage - Pupil of Kassandra, Selke was a scholar at the Academy of Raya Lucaria, though chose to follow her mentor into the Golden Order whom they were later exiled by Queen Marika. Once Grace awoke Kassandra and Selke once more, the prophet directs her towards the Land of Shadows, sensing her pupil's purpose lied there, and with their destinations in mind, both Kassandra and Selke parted ways. Selke would encounter the Mother of Fingers, Metyr, and lose her sight to her tenacious opponent, but would gain the insight of the greater future in that loss. She aligns herself with Ranni for the time being, waiting until the fated Tarnished she saw heralded the future she desires. Features in Elden Ring WIP.

Logan the Vagabond of No Renown - Logan was amongst the earliest of Tarnished to reawaken... perhaps too early, considering the Grace awoke him during the ending days of the full-fledged war between the demigods for the title of Elden Lord. This did not dissuade Logan from achieving his higher purpose, and with Melina's help, he begins making his way to mend the Elden Ring, despite the odds against him. Through the many decades, one day, he would discover a secret long hidden and kept away from those who sought to corrupt it. Features in Elden Ring WIP.

Nylah, Hero of Leyndell - Nylah is amongst the many Tarnished who have been awoken to achieve the title of Elden Lord and mend the Elden Ring. Nylah was a hero to Leyndell, and seeks to establish herself as worthy of that title under the eyes of her Queen once more. Features in Elden Ring WIP.

Ladrón, Sly Thief - Ladrón is amongst the many Tarnished who have been awoken to achieve the title of Elden Lord and mend the Elden Ring. Ladrón was forced to become a Tarnished when he robbed various Golden Order stagecoaches, at some point attempting to rob Godwyn himself. He was swiftly detained for such an act, and was forced to choose between life in an Evergaol or to serve the First Lord. He chose the latter. Now he seeks freedom from the Golden Order, planning to supplant Godrick once he becomes acquainted with the greedy lord. Features in Elden Ring WIP.

Koa, Bastard of the Badlands - Koa is amongst the many Tarnished who have been awoken to achieve the title of Elden Lord and mend the Elden Ring. Koa is a bastard son who originated from a nomadic tribe in the Badlands, and came into conflict with Hoarah Loux, before he was swiftly beaten in combat, though Hoarah Loux was impressed by his skill, and Koa was impressed by the chieftain's strength. Hoarah Loux, not wanting to waste such potential, welcomed Koa into his tribe, where Koa would become one of his most loyal warriors, eventually becoming apart of his inner circle within the Golden Order when Hoarah Loux became Godfrey. Awoken by Grace, Koa follows the trail of his Lord, and seeks to ensure Godfrey reaches the Elden Throne, even if it costs him his life in the process. Features in Elden Ring WIP.

Imprisoned Aaniyah - Aaniyah is amongst the many Tarnished who have been awoken to achieve the title of Elden Lord and mend the Elden Ring. Aaniyah was amongst the few scholars in the Academy of Raya Lucaria who were against the alliance with the Golden Order and their false god. Aaniyah led an assassination attempt on Queen Marika's life, but was swiftly stopped. Sentenced for her crimes, Aaniyah spent decades in an Evergaol, an iron mask bounding her features. It wasn't until she was offered a place in Lord Godrey's army of Tarnished that she found her first step to freedom, even after the exile. Returning to the Lands Between, Aaniyah is approached by Rya, who offers her a place at the Volcano Manor, where the Lord of Blasphemy rests to accommodate his power to fight against the Golden Order. With a bone to pick with the Golden Order and its Queen, Aaniyah accepts the invitation, and becomes elated once informed the Lord himself was the son of Queen Rennala. Features in Elden Ring WIP.

Confessor Donaido - Donaido is amongst the many Tarnished who have been awoken to achieve the title of Elden Lord and mend the Elden Ring. Donaido holds no loyalty to the Golden Order; only the Two Fingers. When Grace brings him back from death, he is gifted a special assignment by his masters; to eliminate two Tarnished and their allies who hold the capacity to bring forth disorder to the Lands Between - that being Selke and Chiwa, including Melina. Features in Elden Ring WIP.

Unheeded Prophet, Kassandra - Kassandra is amongst the many Tarnished who have been awoken to achieve the title of Elden Lord and mend the Elden Ring. Kassandra was once a highly decorated scholar from Raya Lucaria, before she and her pupil, Selke, followed the Golden Order. Although a devoted member in upholding the Order's faith and utilizing the knowledge gained from Raya Lucaria, Kassandra would grow isolated and ostracized from her mad ravings of uncertain and inauspicious prophecies. Once reawakened by Grace, Kassandra would send her pupil to the Land of Shadows to begin her destiny, while she retained focus on her fate in Caelid. Features in Elden Ring WIP.

Honorable Yasuke, Protector of Peace - Yasuke is amongst the many Tarnished who have been awoken to achieve the title of Elden Lord and mend the Elden Ring. A warrior from the distant Land of Reeds, Yasuke came to the Lands Between for a promising start. He found himself gravitating towards the Twin Empyreans, and became acquainted with them, specifically Miquella and his beliefs and ideals. However, Yasuke would be banished from the Lands Between along with the First Lord. Yasuke would be amongst some of the few earliest Tarnished to be reawakened by Grace, and he'd make his way to the Haligtree. He'd help Miquella and Melania in their fight against the rest of the Demigods, until Melania takes her Cleanrot Knights to Caelid to meet Starscourge Radahn in battle, and Yasuke discovers that Miquella has been taken, and although unclear of who it was, Yasuke finds suspicious activity from the Followers of the Flame, and starts there. Features in Elden Ring WIP.

The Paragon of Misery - Amongst the few Paragons that is able to exist within the Omniscience undetected, the Paragon of Misery feasts on the misery of its hosts, and aims to spread itself to suck the life out of the Omniscience one world at a time. Although not as dangerous as a threat as the Paragon of Extinction would be, the Paragon of Misery is a prominent and awake threat. It currently had made its way into the realm of the Lands Between. Features in Elden Ring WIP.

SIDE STORY/AU OCS

The Crown - The last surviving leader of a dwindling tribe that seek to either prevent or survive the coming Collapse. Features in several FC5/FCND AUs.

Grimes the Cruel - The tribe leader of the Deserters, Grimes' parted ways with the Crown after having a dispute in traditions and priorities. Features in several FC5/FCND AUs.

Gunther the Butcher - A Deserter that loyally follows Grimes to butcher any warriors he comes across.

Braun - A Deserter who assassinates all any loose ends. Features in several FC5/FCND AUs.

Viscera - A Deserter who follows Grimes but is not inherently loyal to him. She has a particular penchant for doing visceral attacks. Features in several FC5/FCND AUs.

Saint Matilda - An exiled member of Eden's Gate, Saint Matilda was picked up by the Apostles of Zachariah, tasked with creating what Matilda was most passionate about; monsters. She is the creator of the Prophet Hunters (amongst other things), and in one AU, the Harbinger. At some point, Saint Matilda separates from the Apostles, going rogue, which leads her to be picked up by Rouske. Features in several FC5 AUs in The Silver Chronicles and an unnamed Original Work.

Manticore - Leader of the Prophet Hunters, tasked with hunting down rival prophets to the Apostles of Zachariah. Features in several FC5 AUs.

Medusa - Second-in-command and bruiser of the Prophet Hunters, tasked with hunting down rival prophets to the Apostles of Zachariah. Features in several FC5 AUs.

Behemoth - Weapon smith and armorer of the Prophet Hunters, tasked with hunting down rival prophets to the Apostles of Zachariah. Features in several FC5 AUs.

Harpy - Pilot and explosive expert of the Prophet Hunters, tasked with hunting down rival prophets to the Apostles of Zachariah. Features in several FC5 AUs.

Leviathan - Scout and interrogator of the Prophet Hunters, tasked with hunting down rival prophets to the Apostles of Zachariah. Features in several FC5 AUs.

Phillip - A New God that used to co-govern the Far Cry sector of the universe alongside with the Voice, before he had a piqued interest in a human he developed a genuine friendship with. Unfortunately, this would become his undoing... Features in several FC5 AUs.

The Curse - The remaining essence of the Snake that helped Eve burn down the Garden of Eden, managing to survive until it found a suitable host. Features in several FC5 AUs.

Priestess Lillith - The Head Coven Priestess of a Witch Coven, Lillith merely seeks to delve in the reeking vileness of the dark arts along with her sisters. Lillith seems to have a connection with Silva. Features in several FC5 AUs.

The Tarot Card Holder - Formerly (possibly) human, the Tarot Card Holder was imbued with an otherworldly power, with the responsibility of taking care of the Tarot Cards. Features in several FC5 AUs.

Margarett - A former Prophet Hunter before a mission left her gravely injured, she wanders on her own rogue path. Features in several FC5 AUs.

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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]

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FAR CRY 5 DEPUTY/JUDGE OC

BASICS

Name: Sylvester Silva Omar

Age: 26, 27 (in Silva's Hope), 43 (in Old Dusk)

Gender: Female (Intersex)

Sexuality: Demiromantic Homosexual

Faceclaim: Minna El Hammani

Personality/Myers-Briggs Type: According the personality test, "Defender" (ISFJ-T) fits her. With other results, it is true that Silva is dedicated and warm to those she loves and holds dearly to her, very protective as well. Quite introverted and only prefers social interactions that are deep and meaningful but would prefer a busy environment to clear her mind and whatnot. Observant and pragmatic, has a strong focus on what is happening, going to happen or likely to happen. Cooperation and safety/harmony within the community is important to her and has an expectation of empathy and sensitivity for all parties involved. Decisive, thorough, somewhat organized, and values structure and planning. Seeks closure. Silva can be quite self-conscious and if pushed hard enough, overwhelmed by stress. Sudden urgency may also drive her to succeed because failure cannot be an option in her mind.

Hometown: Raised on the Archipiélagos (somewhere close to Spain) in the Congregation of Adam's Guard before ending up in the Minas of the Tumultite Community (an intentional choice made by Father Omar).

Family (OH BOY!):

Blood Family- Father Adam Omar (Silva’s biological father, Alive in Silva's Hope, Deceased in Old Dusk), Elsa Omar (Silva’s half-sister, Deceased), Persephone Omar (Silva’s first daughter, Deceased), Azriel Omar (Adopted second daughter, Alive), Mercy Omar-Seed (Silva’s third daughter, Alive).

Familial Bond - Paul Yellowjack (Silva’s adoptive father, Deceased?) Alvarich (Former mentor, Deceased), Kamski Neon (Would have been her father-in-law, Alive in Silva's Hope, Deceased in Old Dusk), Ezekiel (Elsa's real love interest, essentially Silva's brother-in-law, Alive), the Seed Brothers (brothers-in-law, Alive), Ethan Seed (Nephew-in-law, Alive), Nick & Kim Rye (Found family, close friends, Alive), Hurk Drubman Jr & Sharky Boshaw (honorary cousins, Alive) and Carmina Rye (goddaughter, future daughter-in-law, Alive).

Romantic Relationship: Irene Neon (first partner, mother of Persephone, Deceased), and Faith Seed (current partner, eventual wife, mother of Mercy, Alive).

Did anyone in their family survive into New Dawn?: The Seeds, Azriel Omar, Mercy Omar-Seed, Ezekiel, the Ryes, Hurk Jr & Sharky, and Paul Yellowjack (if you can even count him at this point in time).

Relationship Status: Married to Faith Seed (proposal and marriage happens sometime during the 17 years between when the Collapse happened and the beginning of Old Dusk).

Did their partner survive into New Dawn?: Yes.

Reason for joining law enforcement in Hope County: A position was open, and Silva needed money to live. Subconsciously to protect people with the skills she has.

RELATIONSHIPS, FAR CRY 5

Relationship with Adelaide: Silva is on friendly terms with the Drubman matriarch, though is displeased she has to hear about her sex life (Silva would rather not hear about that during missions). Addie is likely one of the first Guns who figures out that Silva is gay. Silva views Adelaide with respect, even if she doesn't agree with some of her choices (especially in regards to her treatment of Hurk Jr).

Relationship with Burke: Silva doesn’t like Burke all that much, but she doesn’t hate him. Annoyed by his brash and glory-hound demeanour? Most certainly. Wishes harm upon him? Not really. She doesn't let herself get bitter over Burke's previous decisions to leave her behind twice, because (a) not priority and (b) it was a pretty shit situation to begin with. She just wants to get him out of Faith's grasp.

Relationship with Eli: Silva is friendly towards him and respects his leadership, often helping out in improving plans to make the Whitetail Militia better at stealing from Jacob and also not dying in the process.

Relationship with Faith: At first, there was animosity, especially with the whole Bliss, Angels and kidnapping thing. And the Reaping in general. However, as time goes on, they eventually become a bit... civil? Faith is a source of non-hostile bias of what Eden's Gate is supposedly like (just because Silva is willing to hear out Eden's Gate POV, doesn't mean she entirely trusts Faith's word for it). Still knows it's bias nonetheless, but it’s a different perspective. Silva doesn’t trust Faith at first. She keeps her personal life to herself or just spouts out the fabricated version she and Elsa created. Although there are ups and downs, Faith does manage to get Silva to open up a bit, and vice versa, surprisingly. After a long and difficult and grueling sequence of events, they do become friendly with one another, bordering on a friendship that leads the two into a shaky situationship during the Reaping. It is likely a factor that inspires Silva (especially when her PTSD gets worse during missions and leads her to being forced out of the fight) to find a peaceful resolution to the unnecessary war. After her Rogue Arc, and establishing a ceasefire between the Resistance and Eden's Gate, Silva and Faith are able to meet up with one another and sort through the feelings both harbored for the other, leading to a romantic (and eventually, sexual) relationship between the two, albeit from everyone else's notice. That does change when the Congregation of Adam's Guard arrives, though...

Relationship with Grace: Silva is friendly with Grace. She respects the sharpshooter, both as a person and a fellow fighter who just can't seem to find peace in normalcy, although for Grace it's her fear of normalcy, while for Silva it's how unattainable it always seems, especially when she's dragged into some conflict or another again.

Relationship with Deputy Hudson: Silva has respect and admiration for her fellow deputy, and is the co-worker she's closest to in the Sheriff's Department.

Relationship with Hurk Jr: Despite how loud he is at times, Silva doesn’t mind his company and quite frankly finds both him and Sharky funny. Definitely friends. Honorary cousins even. Also tries to give him advice regarding his relationship with both of his parents, especially hoping to dissuade him from taking what Hurk Sr says at face value.

Relationship with Jacob: Hostile, at first. Not a very good first impression for the both of them. Silva was ruining the Project’s progress. Jacob had Alexander kidnap her and began conditioning her. She started making some damage within the Whitetail Mountains. He threw her in a cage for days. Though when she notices his burns and dog tags, she becomes slightly curious. Cautious. But curious. Slowly, whether over the radio or behind a cage, they make some conversation, sarcasm and sneers galore. He subtly prods for information, Silva does the same. Jacob reveals more than she does. Silva doesn’t agree with Jacob’s social-Darwinist views, nor does she agree with his view on how war makes people their best (she finds it makes them best at killing, which is something she hates about herself). Jacob observes that Silva is "not weak". He admits she has strength. But what he notices is that she has no intention in putting that strength into its fullest potential. Unlike others who get violent and angry to the conditioning, Silva's reaction is... rather mellow by comparison. In the Trials, she’s calm, strategic, and effective at "culling the herd". This piques his interest even more, viewing her as the best chance in taking out Eli. That comes to bite him in the ass when Silva's state of mind was able to force herself to avoid killing Eli in the end (she had slowly etched her aim away from his face through each trial, once she figured what was going on, and utilized Wheaty's de-conditioning knowledge). Things become more neutral during the ceasefire and Old Dusk.

Relationship with Jerome: Silva is naturally wary of the Pastor at first, due to her own history with her father. However, comes to get over this once she sees Jerome is a decent guy. She's not especially close to him, and doesn't share the same religious views as him (even if she finds his version of God a comforting thought) but she does go to him if she seeks guidance (especially when she has John Seed locked in her bunker and tries to figure out the next morally right thing to do in that situation while not alerting everyone and Jerome that he's alive).

Relationship with Jess: While Silva is grateful for Jess’ help and skill, she is extremely worried about Jess’ blood lust and mental health. She was really reluctant to help Jess with her revenge against the Cook, and only joined when Jess convinced her that the Cook was a monster that needed to be put down. After Silva's Rogue Arc, Jess no longer views the deputy as a friend nor ally.

Relationship with John: At first, it starts with bad first impressions. Silva destroys John’s sign. John attempts to drown her. Silva attempts a rescue on Hudson. John tries to get her to Confess. There’s a dislike between the two, even if John likes to banter with her. Surprisingly, to John (when he finds out), the former is against the idea of taking the latter’s home. For Silva, the Ranch doesn’t give the Resistance a tactical advantage, and it's not stolen property. It would only piss John off (which is something Hudson does not need) and quite frankly. Even more surprising for both parties is when Silva ends up sparing and capturing John instead of killing him, holding him in her prepper bunker. After some tense mistrust between the two, they get friendlier with one another, and she does confess things about herself to John, not too much, but enough for him to get a picture of her character.

Relationship with Joseph: Silva doesn't like Joseph. Even if she wasn't wary of the authenticity of his claims as God's prophet, warning about the Collapse and the Seals, Silva cannot fathom how Joseph justifies warring and killing innocent people, orphaning children and the terror he and his siblings bring. Unlike his siblings, Silva cannot sympathize nor connect with Joseph. She knows the harm and damage so-called prophets like him and her father bring, and detests him for even justifying such acts, and dragging his family along with him (and, at least from her POV, his utter lack of regard for his adopted sisters). She is adamantly against his paternal advances, and after he tells her of what happened to his daughter, any chance of amicability (especially after the ceasefire) goes down the drain, even 17 years later after the Collapse, during Old Dusk.

Relationship with Kim Rye: Is actually friends with Kim and does give her helpful tips on motherhood. Silva views the Rye family as important support.

Relationship with Mary May: Friendly terms. Mary May has flirted with Silva at some point before the Reaping, but Silva had declined her advances as she wasn't in a good mind set at the time.

Relationship with Nick Rye: Good friends with Nick, and her favourite Gun For Hire. Freaked out when flying his plane, due to her inexperience, but was able to calm down when Nick gave her the instructions she needed. Silva enjoys Nick’s companionship. She views the Ryes as really important support.

Relationship with Deputy Pratt: Silva wasn't a fan of Pratt at first. But during the Reaping, they manage to become closer. She does feel sympathy about his situation under Jacob, and worked her ass off to get him out from the eldest Seed brother's thumb.

Relationship with Sharky: Much like Hurk Jr, Silva is fond of Sharky’s enthusiasm. She is closer friend with him than she is with Hurk Jr. Much like Hurk Jr, Sharky considers Silva an honorary cousin.

Relationship with Tracey: It’s rocky at first, but it does become friendly. Until Silva's Rogue Arc, which turns hostile. It doesn't get better even after the ceasefire, especially when she notices how much time Silva spends with Faith.

Relationship with Wheaty: Silva likes him well enough. Thinks he's a good kid. He is likely one of her biggest fans.

Relationship with Whitehorse: Silva respects the man. He is her role model, and likely the closest person to a stable father-figure (aside from Paul before he became the leader of the Apostles of Zachariah).

RELATIONSHIPS, FAR CRY NEW DAWN

Relationship with Carmina: Silva is Carmina’s godparent. She adores the Rye daughter. Also on an unrelated-but-actually-related note, Carmina is Silva’s daughter-in-law. Yeah, Mercy and Carmina are a thing, and Silva’s never been happier.

Relationship with Gina: Doesn’t actually know Gina that well and is really surprised and confused when she hears that Gina was a former Highwayman and both she and Hurk Jr were a thing. And had a son. Silva missed a lot while hiding out with her family (and being a force that the Highwaymen fear). Does a mental slap in to her own face now whenever she remembers Gina mentioning how the Twins' "pops" really likes wasps and could sing a musical number without shame. Because only Paul could like those things and still hold a leadership role in the Highwaymen.

Relationship with Grace: Feels terrible for Grace’s visual handicap, and her respect towards the woman grows when she realizes she's still doing her best to keep Prosperity safe.

Relationship with Ethan: Silva doesn't meet Ethan until Old Dusk, but she is aware that Azriel has at least encountered him while out scavenging, and suspects that Mercy had been in contact with Ethan for a long while. She feels kind of bad for him considering how Joseph is, but is thankful that he at least had a support system (outside of Joseph) in the form of Jacob and Mercy (and surprisingly, Carmina too).

Relationship with Hurk Jr: MISSED HIM! A big shock for the both of them. BEAR HUGS (on Hurk's part at least)! Also, very surprised he has a kid. Surprised when Hurk not-so-subtly brings up the topic of being Blade’s godmother as well.

Relationship with Jerome: Silva and Jerome are both glad to see the other survived the Collapse, though Silva does feel some shame and guilt from choosing to hide away instead of looking for survivors and helping with Prosperity.

Relationship with Joseph: She'd rather never have to talk to Joseph ever again.

Relationship with Nick: Silva’s missed Nick, and he admittedly misses her, but is still confused with her decision to start a relationship with Faith. But both are willing to rekindle a friendship with him and Kim. Also unrelated-but-totally-related Carmine and Mercy are in a loving and healthy relationship so they can’t really afford any past animosity getting in the way of their children’s future.

Relationship with Kim: More or less the same as Nick, except she has a bit of an understanding about Silva and Faith than Nick does.

Relationship with Nana: Much like Gina, Silva doesn’t know Nana that well. But is absolutely living for Nana's teasing of Jerome. Like Gina, Nana’s just an acquaintance/ally.

Relationship with Sharky: Like Hurk Jr, Silva’s missed her cousin from another aunt. Has no idea what a furry is but totally-and-reliably-but-super-vaguely remembers maybe Jacob and Jess being into that? Nonetheless, Silva supports Sharky. Also has both concerned and supportive of his parenting on Blade. To her surprise, he's happy for her being able to settle down with Faith.

Relationship with Captain of Security: Silva is overjoyed to have reunited with another survivor of the Tumultite Massacre, Ezekiel.

 FAR CRY 5 INFO

Feelings on the Project at Eden’s Gate in general: Silva detests them at first, viewing them as yet another Congregation of Adam's Guard/Apostles of Zachariah. Doesn't help that she was personally wronged by them when they bought her late-sister's floristry while she was out of the county. However, over time, she sees them as people who were wronged, alone and taken advantage of, like Nadi and Alexander, before finding acceptance in the Father, and so her ire is redirected at the Seeds, before it eventually just settles on Joseph. Killing members of them become less and less easy over time.

How did they feel about being seen as a saviour to Hope County?: Silva was uncertain of role, and she didn't want to be seen as the sole reason as to why they're winning in the fight against Eden's Gate, many other before her, both present and deceased, risk their lives to push back against Eden's Gate. Even when she wishes that she'd find community and acceptance amongst them under better circumstances, she is grateful to have friends and family.

Peggie radio station, normal radio station, or no music?: If people are in the car? She’ll prefer the radio be off, though she'll have the normal radio on as just simple white noise (unless it's "Raise Hell" by Dorothy). If alone or with the Fangs? She’ll listen and sing along to the cult's music, especially Faith's and John's songs, as she likes theirs best. She may not like the cult, but she admits their songs aren't tasteless.

In what order were the Heralds killed fought?: John, Jacob and then Faith.

Say YES in Fall’s End church?: Yes.

Say YES in John’s bunker?: She didn't give him the satisfaction.

Did they believe Joseph in the end?: Joseph being right was overshadowed by her father being right about the Collapse all along, which was a kind of mindfuckery for the woman.

Reaction to Burke and Virgil’s deaths: Saddened by their deaths to an extent. Especially since she had to put Burke down and Virgil was killed when her father ordered his airship to drop their bombs on most of the Henbane (with the Jailhouse being caught in the blast).

Reaction to shooting Eli: Not shocked. She and Wheaty knew she was being played by Jacob, but she managed to avoid a fatal wound.

Feelings towards killing defeating John: Silva was full of pent-up rage, but managed to reel herself back from actually killing the younger brother. Instead, she knocked him out and ditched him in the nearest prepper stash, took his key and got Hudson (as well as everyone else) out of his bunker, while leaving it intact (just in case). After that, she goes back for John and keeps him captive in her prepper bunker, while the Resistance and Eden's Gate believe him to be dead.

Feelings when killing defeating Jacob: Jacob was disgruntled by the fact she failed to kill Eli and that Ernesto Stallone got the drop on him and interrupted their little battle. She finds herself relieved that Jacob didn't manage to fall by Ernesto's hands, the prospect of a possible ceasefire secured since with Jacob being alive, John would be more amiable to helping her. After dealing with Ernesto, Silva leaves Jacob to be taken by Alexander in a tactical retreat while she runs off to get Pratt and destroy the Armory.

Feelings when saving Faith: Relief that Faith managed to hold out long enough for Silva to get to her, but they're mostly on borrowed time especially with her father, Adam Omar, planning to bomb the Henbane in a short timespan and while she's happy her lover is safe, she was more focused on getting them out of the doomed region.

Feelings when negotiating with/confronting Joseph: During negotiations for ceasefire, Silva was hyper aware of all of Joseph's words, ensuring that any agreements they came to were within reason. When she confronted Joseph in regards to his temporary alliance with Father Adam Omar, she was justifiably pissed at the fact he let the man and his enforcers right into Eden's Gate' outposts, and didn't find the Congregation troubling nor suspicious.

Most used weapon(s): The Silver Dragon dagger and a desert eagle.

Stealth or guns blazing?: Usually stealth. But if she has to, mostly due to her allies not listening to her (especially early on), she will.

Gun-For-Hire(s) or Fang-For-Hire(s) most travelled with: Guns? Nick and Sharky. Fangs? Boomer and Peaches. Guns and Fangs? Grace and Boomer.

FAR CRY NEW DAWN INFO

What happened to them in the bunker with Joseph: Silva managed to get back to her bunker when the Collapse occurred, and though she (in addition to Faith and Azriel) had a close call with Oscar Lapis, they managed to deal with him. The next five years were spent raising Azriel (and Mercy), as well as Silva processing the entire event as well.

Do they ever speak/take off the mask?: The Judge's mask is more of a deterrent and protection against enemies, as well as a way to hide her identity. She does speak, though stays quiet when encountering her old allies or New Eden members, and especially when attacking the Highwaymen. Eventually she does stop wearing the mask outside of her home.

Is their loyalty to Joseph genuine?: She doesn't really care about Joseph after the events of Silva's Hope.

Feeling on New Eden as a whole: She's glad that some people managed to find peace, though none too happy that the foundation was still built on blood. That's not to mention her animosity towards Joseph.

Feelings on the Highwaymen and twins: Over the bullshit. Considering she's been through a war, two civil wars and leveled through about five different dictatorships, another invasion is just frustrating for her. Then Paul reveals himself to be the brains behind the Highwaymen's operations. And suddenly shit gets real.

Thoughts on the Captain of Security being chosen by Joseph: Rolls with it ("Sounds fake, but okay"). Ezekiel's having fun with it.

Did they try to help Ethan lead while Joseph was in the North?: Silva wasn't apart of New Eden, so no, however, it becomes apparent that some of the math questions Mercy had asked her and Faith (especially on distributing rations, expanding perimeters, rounding, etc) were not in fact, in the hypothetical.

Was Ethan’s involvement in New Eden getting attacked anticipated?: No, but she understands it was a genuine mistake (Ethan had been tricked by Paul).

If the Captain of Security shot Joseph, how did they react?: Ezekiel never shot Joseph, but if he had done so like in canon, Silva... wouldn't particularly have much emotion in regards to it, but she'd be more concerned with Faith's reaction, in spite of her estrangement with her adoptive brother.

If the Captain of Security spared Joseph, how did they react?: Well, Joseph doesn't live at the end of Old Dusk and is killed by Paul, but if things followed more closely to canon, well, Silva wouldn't particularly care. She'd probably go home back to Faith and their daughters. Joseph is pretty much cut from her life, nothing would change that now.

If given the opportunity, would they have shot Joseph themselves? Did they?: No. The thought would be tempting, but if presented with him begging for her to shoot him, she likely wouldn't give him what he wanted.

Do they stay in Hope County after the events of New Dawn?: No. Hope County holds to many tragedy for her now; Elsa's death, her grief for Persephone, the Reaping, her father's attack, Kamski's loss, the Collapse, the shame and guilt, and finally killing Paul. A place that was meant to be a new opportunity to live a life of normalcy was ripped away from her at every possible turn. That's not to so she wouldn't think of Hope County fondly; she made friends, was accepted by a community, found love and had her own family there. It's just... bittersweet, for her. She feels as if she needs to move on from it, and both Faith and Azriel feel the same sentiment. While Mercy stays in the county, Silva and Faith (in addition to Azriel and Schrödinger) make way towards a thriving Tumultite community that Ezekiel pointed them towards. What it isn't though, is a goodbye.

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Music Monday

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Songs for The Silver Chronicles, Life, Despair & Monsters and Wings And Horns respectively. You can find the songs below the cut:

Elsa Omar is Silva's younger sister, they both managed to escape to America together along with an infant Persephone, where Elsa would have quite the reputation in Hope County, but they'd have around two or three years of peace before Elsa perishes in an accident. Ezekiel is Thomas Rush's future Captain in Security in Old Dusk, and has a rebel attitude towards authority he does not respect. However, back on the Archipiélagos, Elsa was the damsel-in-relative-distress lying and manipulating her piece of shit father as she shared info with the local rebellion about the Congregation's patrols and whatnot, while Ezekiel was an orphaned Tumultite street kid who looked up to the likes of Alvarich and Paul, despite being very anti-authoritarian in general. When these two first met... they hated each other. But hate turned to grudging respect. Respect turned to horrified crushing. Crush turned into deflecting by flirting. And that annoyed everyone else. Even 26 years after he last saw her alive, Ezekiel still yearns for his star-crossed love. And I think this song definitely describes how much their connection may as well have been fated, even if it was for a short time.

"I don't mean to be so uptight But my heart's been hurt a couple times By a couple guys that didn't treat me right I ain't gonna lie, ain't gonna lie 'Cause I'm tired of the fake love, show me what you're made of Boy, make me believe." "Whoa, hold up, girl, don't you know you're beautiful? And it's easy to see."

"If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be Baby, just let it be If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be Baby, just let it be So won't you ride with me, ride with me? See where this thing goes If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be Baby if it's meant to be

So come on, ride with me, ride with me See where this thing goes So come on, ride with me, ride with me Baby if it's meant to be."

"Maybe we do." "Maybe we don't." "Maybe we will Maybe we won't.

But if it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be Baby, just let it be ("Sing it baby")* If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be ("Come on") Baby, just let it be." ("Let's go!")

[*Changed the word to "baby" instead of leaving it as "Bebe"]

Cecil Royce is the daughter of Daemon Targaryen and Rhea Royce, conceived after a drunk night of hate sex. Cecil, unlike her cousins, does not hold any admiration towards her father. Throughout The Thorned Crown Of Iron Thrones, Cecil is particularly hostile towards Daemon, and pretty much rejects the Targaryen name and practices in favour of her mother's. Though after the "accidental" death of her mother, she is put underneath Daemon's care... and he honestly tries his best. Through many trials, and many errors, as well as very slow-paced bonding experiences and the apparent mutual agreement that Rhaenyra should be heir to the Iron Throne, they manage to get along, and find in themselves an actual father-daughter bond suited for two rogue Targaryens. Until of course Cecil learns from him that he murdered her mother... and unlike Daemon, Cecil actually loved and looked up to Rhea. A bond fractures and there's just this uneasiness between them that stays long after the first fic ends and the second fic begins. How does "Summertime Sadness" fit into all of this? While the song itself is a yearning for the loss of a lover, here the context is Cecil's conflicted grief and yearning after the loss of Daemon, when he buys her time to fight the Court King, where he is knowingly severely outmatched and slain in the encounter. Despite the fractures in their relationship, Cecil can't really get over the fact that, while Daemon was no where close to perfect, he was her father, and the bond they had combined with the sacrifice he made is something can't help but grieve over.

"Oh, my God, I feel it in the air Telephone wires above are sizzlin' like a snare Honey, I'm on fire, I feel it everywhere Nothin' scares me anymore (One, two, three, four)

Kiss me hard before you go Summertime sadness I just wanted you to know That, baby, you the best

I got that summertime, summertime sadness Su-su-summertime, summertime sadness Got that summertime, summertime sadness Oh, oh-oh, oh

Think I'll miss you forever Like the stars miss the sun in the mornin' sky Later's better than never Even if you're gone, I'm gonna drive, drive, drive

I got that summertime, summertime sadness Su-su-summertime, summertime sadness Got that summertime, summertime sadness Oh, oh-oh, oh."

Wouldn't It Be Nice if Metatron and Xiang could just sit down and get along for a few moments while looking past their species prejudices and work on agreeing that something needs to be done about the Soulmate System, because it's definitely malfunctioning? Said by Azriel and Jezebel as they "fight" while their caretakers are getting deep into that steel on steel, sword on bullet action.

"Wouldn't it be nice if we were older? Then we wouldn't have to wait so long And wouldn't it be nice to live together In the kind of world where we belong?

You know it's gonna make it that much better When we can say goodnight and stay together

Wouldn't it be nice if we could wake up In the morning when the day is new? After having spent the day together Hold each other close the whole night through

But happy times together we've been spending I wish that every kiss was never ending Oh, wouldn't it be nice

Maybe if we think and wish and hope and pray it might come true And, baby, then there wouldn't be a single thing we couldn't do Oh, we could be married (Oh, we could be married) And then we'd be happy (And then we'd be happy) Oh, wouldn't it be nice

You know it seems the more we talk about it It only makes it worse to live without it But let's talk about it Oh, wouldn't it be nice?

Goodnight, oh baby Sleep tight, oh baby Goodnight, oh baby Sleep tight, oh baby Goodnight, oh baby Sleep tight, oh baby!"

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Music Monday & Understand My Family in 5 Minutes Template

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Music Monday for The UnTitledverse and Life, Despair & Monsters series and a Understand My Family in 5 Minutes Template for The Silver Chronicles. You can listen, read and find the blank template below the cut:

In my More Than Bargained For? WIP, the main premise isn't just about freeing the souls of the dead children with their happiest day, nor is it just about the reunion between Mario and Charlie, and neither is it just about Lena having fun with her animatronic buddies. Ultimately the main premise surrounds itself around bringing down Fazbear Entertainment, and ending the tragic madness of both William Afton and Henry Emily's feud and legacies. Like there's two-and-three-quarters of arcs to this WIP; first arc is gathering all the animatronics together in one place which, unbeknownst to Lena and her mentor Mike, is under Paragraph 4, though Lena's friendship with the children gives some of them the peace to move on from their animatronic pals. Fair warning, there's also parts in-between some chapters of this arc where she has really weird dreams. The mini arcs come during a timeskip after Lena's fired from Fazbear Entertainment after the fiasco that is being framed by Ennard for the murders of the technicians (Mike's unfortunately been scooped by Ennard); she comes to help Mike put to rest the remaining dangerous animatronics, although is there to save a few that she doesn't believe deserve to be destroyed or were mistakenly caught because they seem to fit the qualities of Paragraph 4 but truly don't. These mini arcs also involve going on a rescue mission down in Hell too (but there ain't enough time to unpack that right now). After those we get to the "Bringing down Fazbear Entertainment permanently" and "more efficient damage control over the remaining legacies of both Afton and Emily". This leads her to espionage the VR games, the Special delivery services, and lastly the Megaplex. In this particular arc, she... discovers familiar faces and remnants of old friends...

"Well, hello again! Here we go again! Start the show again! You thought it was over, but you know that it will never end It's awful lonely in the code that we've been living in But now you're home, we want to hold you 'til the bitter end So, we got a few bugs, we got a few glitches You know the best hugs always leave a few stitches Pull a few plugs, gotta flip a few switches Built to give love, we just need a few fixes Our arms are open nice and wide, why don't you try us on for size? We'd hate to spoil the surprise Go check the corner for your prize Our favorite game that we've devised is hunt you down each time you hide And now we're right before your eyes We promise not to crawl inside ("We promise not to crawl inside")

You've been away for, oh-so long No games to play when you were gone But now you're here where you belong And we are back together We're going right back to the start When you left, it broke our hearts But if it's you who's torn apart We'll put you back together We'll put you back together."

"Grave is melting away to entropy Beta Tester, please save the rest of me Tapes sequested away are meant to be played Or else they enslave what's left of me In the lines of the binary Recombined as my lifeline's syphoning From the mind I am mining for hiding in Don't be frightened, comply and invite me in."

"Uh, hello, hello? Now you've gotta fix the vents below Simulations are safe, y'know Although, maybe don't trust a telephone."

"Oh, my! What a muddle! It only was a cuddle Now you're long gone, crushed into a puddle Hey, Bon-Bon! Better get a shovel! Really want some love, but I'd snuff you with a snuggle."

"Yar-har-har! We're in VR! You can try to run, but you won't get far You'll begin to wonder why you ever pressed "Start" What you get for plundering a bunch of dead parts, he-he!"

"You may wonder how we stand this hell But I promise you'll adjust to the acrid smell Beta Tester? Or plate of tasters? An attack should include a few snacks as well, ha!"

"Mind if I hop on for a solo Don't you worry, I'm not coming for you during a show tune! Hurry up, you've got a party to go to! You know you're gonna be the star of the show soon!" ("You're gonna be the star of the show soon. Yeah!")

"So long you have been away Oh, won't you promise to stay? Make it our happiest day Now we are back together We're going right back to the start When you left, it broke our hearts But if it's you who's torn apart We'll put you back together We'll put you back together!"

"...My first appearance in Pizzeria Simulator and then again in Ultimate Custom Night And I was hoping for some sort of token appearance in the VR title Now, that didn't happen, sadly And I remember saying to my good friend Orville I said, 'Orville, this is going to be an issue if I want a continued presence within the franchise'. So we went out to get some..."

"Come on, kids! Don't be scared of me! Just a funny bunny! Remember Jeremy? Did you think I wouldn't leave a legacy? Take death? Escape my destiny? Corroding the code of your own autonomy Laugh at the traps you've employed to conquer me Nice headset you've spoiled to come for me All that blood might void the warranty!"

"Another long night And another hall roamed Another song chimes Sends another one home You know it's all lies It's a wonderful show There's nothing inside We're just lovable drones."

"Quite a chain of events you're tangled in In the vents, don't let the Mangle in Back in action, have you been practicing? Just one more toy you've trapped us in."

"So tired, we just wanna sleep But you're determined to keep Finding ways to bring us back from the grave We've been burned, we've been beaten Torn apart, we've been eaten In a loop, here's the scoop You won't ever be saved ("No, you won't ever be saved.")

"We lost our lives to an arcade But now it's us who's being played So step inside, don't be afraid And put us back together We're going right back to the start When you left, it broke our hearts But if it's you who's torn apart We'll put you back together!"

"We'll put you back together!" "We'll put you back together!" "We'll put you back together!" "We'll put you back together!"

More on More Than Bargained For?, Lena's vendetta against Fazbear Entertainment stems from their inherent inability to take responsibility for the disappearances (and deaths) of the missing children (and doing the bare minimum to stop it again), plus their own corruption and greed in covering up their own hand in the tragedies for the sake of milking their brand dry, and their lack of punishment for the injustices for the many employees who died under their watch. Fazbear Entertainment is the greater-scope antagonist of this WIP, with William Afton & the Mimic being the main threats towards Lena and her friends. Lena, after surviving many death traps and being framed for two co-workers' murders and having to say goodbye to her ghostly pals (either voluntarily or involuntarily), has had it with Fazbear Entertainment's ability to weasel back to life time and time again just to repeat the same mistakes and choices of cutting corners and being shit employers. In this arc, Lena goes into espionage with some help to take down the company from the inside-out. However, her troubles come when Glitchtrap catches wind of this, and once being aware that Lena wants to take down his only source of flesh puppets, he decides to take action by taking advantage of Fazbear Entertainment's new "Special Delivery Service" to send Lena (and her girlfriend Cassandra) a very lovely animatronic home invasion.

"There was a place many years ago Where the children would come for a meal and a show Oh, the horror, in the corner The quartet of terror returns

There's Freddy, and Foxy, and Bonnie, and Chica The band's back together and playing the deep cuts And when the curtain comes to close They'll find you

There is a bear who bears no introduction And a chick who's thick from reconstruction There is a bun who's gunning for the air shaft And a fox who gawks behind an eye-patch

Unserviced servo turning Refurbished fur perturbing It doesn't matter where you go They'll find you

Find the mascots Check your blind spots Put the mask on Turn the lights off

Wind the toy box Check the game clock Shun the dark thoughts It's a long shot

They'll find you They'll find you We will find you Terrorize you And ensnare you In a bear suit."

In Life, Despair & Monsters, there is an Unnamed Poppy Playtime WIP, where there is Playtime Co.'s warehouse from the game, but also an abandoned sister location known as "Rosemary's Trinkets & Collectibles" that was shut down years prior before Playtime Co.'s own closure. In this WIP, the protagonists find that both locations are connected to each other, and find the co-founder of this location and the founder of the sister location, Frederick Rosemary, may not be as dead as originally thought, and has been trying to bust into Playtime Co.'s warehouse to get himself their unique toys for his sick pleasures and devices. Plus to help out his good friend Sir Enigma Malvolio too, doing the dirty work of experiments that Malvolio himself can't be inclined to do himself.

"We are machine, but in-between We are conscious, full of life Don't think twice, we play it right Built for laughs and grins The show takes its toll on our soul Itching for some way to free Every plea, the lights flee All together, we're complete

Come together now We've got the night all to ourselves Let's show them what we allow Unified, we arrive We know just what to do To prove to them that we're alive

Hide from us, you can't trust The noises coming from the halls You peer in, we break in We can't say if you'll live or die Just come out, leave all doubt For we are real and awake End daytime, it's playtime We are the ultimate fright

We are the ultimate fright

Left underground, quiet sound Heard from every corner We seem to be nice, but she Draws the dark to cave in With her grin, watch her spin Every second counts, for we More than three, always see Altogether we're complete

Come together now We've got the night all to ourselves Let's show them what we allow Unified, we arrive We know just what to do To prove to them that we're alive

Hide from us, you can't trust The noises coming from the halls You peer in, we break in We can't say if you'll live or die Just come out, leave all doubt For we are real and awake End daytime, it's playtime We are the ultimate fright

We are the ultimate fright!"

And lastly here's my "Understand My Family in 5 Minutes" for Silva and Faith, plus Azriel and Mercy, during Old Dusk (New Dawn arc):

And here's a blank template (with links) to both read above and use below:

Template by @/marissources (ImageFlip made their credits a bit too small).

Here's the download link to download it if you can do what I clearly can't.

[simplegenius042]

Music Monday, Ship Traits Meme & 5 Songs Game

Tagged by @josephseedismyfather @imogenkol @inafieldofdaisies @voidika and @cassietrn

Tagging @socially-awkward-skeleton @direwombat @adelaidedrubman @strangefable @strafethesesinners @rhettsabbott @g0dspeeed @josephslittledeputy @carlosoliveiraa @wrathfulrook @icecutioner @softtidesworld @shallow-gravy @derelictheretic @aceghosts @turbo-virgins @shellibisshe @red-nightskies @starsandskies @ladyoriza @florbelles @skoll-sun-eater @cloudofbutterflies92 @afarcryfrommymain @titiagls @la-grosse-patate @minilev and @thewanderer-000

A song for The Silver Chronicles, ship meme for The UnTitledverse, Life, Despair & Monsters and A Radioactive Calamity Of Love, Bombs & Gore, plus listing five of my favorite songs below the cut:

Out of all the songs in Disney's Wish, the only one which really touched me was "At All Costs". In the context of The Silver Chronicles, it can be viewed in two ways; either Kamski Neon is declaring is promise that no matter the cost, he will protect Silva as she is the closest thing to family he has left, and her returning this promise, OR, Silva is reminiscing on Paul's past promise to protect and love her as a parent should, and echoes these words to Azriel in the present. [Fun fact: I did not enjoy Wish. I enjoyed very, VERY few things in it, and personally wouldn't recommend watching it, but you can do you.]

"If happiness was a tangible thing It would be you If you'd have told me the feeling you'd bring I'd think it untrue And people search for a wonder like you All of their lives You still amaze me after all this time

You pull me in like some kind of wind Mesmerized by the hold I'm in Leave you here, I don't wanna I wanna

Promise as one does I, I will protect you at all costs Keep you safe here in my arms I, I will protect you at all costs At all costs."

"What's pain, when I look at you? No way I could explain you, even if I tried to I'll never dream like I used to do If someone tried to hurt you, I don't See how that could happen I'd fight for you in ways you can't imagine Felt this, no, I haven't, I hope It would be all right to stay right here beside you."

"And promise as one does I, I will protect you at all costs Keep you safe here in my arms I, I will protect you at all costs At all costs

If you're ever feeling like you're lost I'll come find you Man all fronts, there's no ocean I won't swim across To be right by you And not just once, here and now, I swear on my response I'll remind you

And promise as one does I, I will protect you at all costs Keep you safe here in my arms I, I will protect you at all costs At all costs."

Rules: bold/color the themes that apply to your ship, and italicize the theme if it’s one-sided, within your story.

MARIO EMMET x CHARLIE EMILY (THE UNTITLEDVERSE)

height difference (6'3" vs 5'4") / mutual pining / first kiss / wedding / in-jokes / lgbtq+ (Charlie is Bi and both her and Mario are polyamorous leading to their future relationship with Elizabeth Afton) / family disapproves (Henry doesn't approve of his android-copy of his dead daughter romancing a shapeshifting alien that is carnivorous, but if Abigail was alive, she'd approve because she loves her boy and Charlie's a catch) / would die for each other / would kill for each other / fake relationship / arranged wedding / cuddlers / pda friendly (Mario is really touch-starved, while Charlie isn't) / and they were roommates / holding hands / secret relationship / opposing worldviews / getting a pet / have kids / want kids / grow old together (originally the plan before they eventually go from "android x shapeshifter-alien young romance" to "gods of the new world") / relationship failures / rests head on shoulder / share a bed / relationship doubts / they have a song / first date (for Mario) / sharing a blanket / mutual interests / study buddies (Charlie attempted this but Mario is not helpful whatsoever) / bathing together / crash into hello / accidental nudity / laundry / same hobbies / cooking for each other (Mario cooks the bigger and flavoured dishes while Charlie is more of a simpler easier food kind of person) / big fancy gala / forehead touches / hair stroking (Mario doesn't have hair) / sitting on each other’s laps / sexual tension / can’t be together / battle couple / Friends to Lovers / Enemies to Lovers (initially Mario thought Charlie was a rival apart of his species since her body that housed her soul was different from regular humans so he attempted to eat her) / Lovers to Enemies / KEEPING SECRETS (misunderstanding: Mario thought Charlie was apart of his species because of her physical forms difference from the rest of her friends leading him to believe she was trying to steal his territory/kill him in general while Charlie eventually thinks Mario knows something of her origins and eventually thinks he knew she was an android before she figured it out, which was far from Mario's deduction) / love after loss / exes / declaration of love / flirting / love triangle (Charlie had the choice between her gentle and supportive childhood friend whom she has great chemistry with but doesn't feel the same way for and stops her from doing impulsive dumb shit or the alien shapeshifter who initially tried to eat her mistaking her for someone else and is more likely to go along with her impulsive dumb shit) / destructive romance / envy (Mario was jealous of Charlie's integration in human society not realizing she was an android and not another of his species) / “I Don’t Want to Ruin Our Friendship” (especially considering Charlie was an android who thought she was human and Mario is a shapeshifting alien, neither had thought their feelings would be reciprocated) / shared values / slow burn / does not end well / happily ever after (at the very, very end of the series, they ascend to godhood because positions were open so... I guess?) / love letters

HAOYU ANABUKI x ICARUS GALATOS (LIFE, DESPAIR & MONSTERS)

height difference / mutual pining / first kiss / wedding / in-jokes / lgbtq+ (Haoyu is non-binary attracted to men and Icarus is ace and doesn't mind who the person is as long as their personality is worth hyperfixating on) / family disapproves (nah, Monika's happy for her half-sibling and Icarus' fam are just glad he's got a partner) / would die for each other (more accurately they'd risk their lives for each other but would avoid actual death at all costs) / would kill for each other (Haoyu doesn't like to kill but Icarus would let Hatter do the killing) / fake relationship / arranged wedding / cuddlers / pda friendly / and they were roommates / holding hands / secret relationship (mostly on Icarus side of things, but eventually he reveals Haoyu to his family) / opposing worldviews (Icarus believes personal satisfaction comes from doing good to others while Haoyu believes upholding self-interest is satisfying enough) / getting a pet / have kids / want kids / grow old together / relationship failures / rests head on shoulder/ share a bed / relationship doubts (Icarus side of things considering he (plus his alters) are Hatter's avatar/s) / they have a song / first date / sharing a blanket / mutual interests / study buddies / bathing together / crash into hello / accidental nudity / laundry / same hobbies / cooking for each other / big fancy gala / forehead touches / hair stroking / sitting on each other’s laps / sexual tension / can’t be together / battle couple / Friends Mutual Allies to Lovers / Enemies to Lovers / Lovers to Enemies / KEEPING SECRETS / love after loss / exes / declaration of love / flirting / love triangle / destructive romance / envy / “I Don’t Want to Ruin Our Friendship” / shared values / slow burn / does not end well (will neither confirm nor deny both of their fates in the ending of the series) / happily ever after / love letters (a gag that happens; Icarus attempts this and Haoyu opens up a portal to his universe and tells him face-to-face their feelings)

MARISSA "RESS" BISHOP x PIPER WRIGHT (A RADIOACTIVE CALAMITY OF LOVE, BOMBS & GORE)

height difference (6'2" vs 5'7") / mutual pining / first kiss / wedding / in-jokes (from to each others expenses to flirtatious teasing) / lgbtq+ (Piper and Ress are both Bisexual women) / family disapproves (Piper's little sister Nat thinks Ress is cool. But on Ress' side of the family, her deadbeat evil father Arcane Urias thinks humans are a regression to evolution and should be treated as livestock more than anything and if Ore, Ress' half-brother, was alive at the time, he'd approve her choice, but Ress human family members, the Bishop Crime Family, might not like the idea of her being with a JOURNALIST of all things) / would die for each other / would kill for each other / fake relationship / arranged wedding / cuddlers / pda friendly / and they were roommates / holding hands / secret relationship / opposing worldviews / getting a pet (Dogmeat!... and whatever Ress keeps bringing home to freak out Piper and make Nat think she's cool) / have kids / want kids / grow old together (God Ress wishes she could do this with Piper) / relationship failures / rests head on shoulder / share a bed / relationship doubts (Piper has insecurities while Ress wrestles with the fact she'll outlive Piper) / they have a song / first date / sharing a blanket (Ress hogs the f***ing blanket) / mutual interests / study buddies / bathing together / crash into hello / accidental nudity / laundry / same hobbies / cooking for each other / big fancy gala / forehead touches / hair stroking / sitting on each other’s laps (Piper does this often since she knows it will fluster Ress) / sexual tension (oh god, it is so obvious to everyone) / can’t be together / battle couple / Friend(emie)s to Lovers / (Fri)Enemies to Lovers / Lovers to Enemies / KEEPING SECRETS / love after loss (at this point Ress has lost her closest friends and her own brother) / exes / declaration of love (Piper confesses this) / flirting (very aggressive teasing) / love triangle / destructive romance / envy (Piper was kinda jealous that Ress isn't self-conscious and very overconfident cocky attitude until she learned why Ress has this mask on) / “I Don’t Want to Ruin Our Friendship” / shared values / slow burn / does not end well / happily ever after? (at the end of the series? yes. post-canon offscreen though? Ress is likely to outlive Piper, something they're both aware of) / love letters

Now here's a list for my top 5 favorite songs:

Without You - Oh Wonder

Loser, Baby - Keith David, Blake Roman, Andrew Underberg & Sam Haft

Youth - Daughter

I Really Want To Stay At Your House - Hallie Coggins & Rosa Walton

Memory Reboot - Narvent & VØJ

[the-silver-chronicles]

Kinktober Day 22 & 31: "Breeding Kink" & "Aftercare" - For OTP: "Boa Lurking In The Bliss" (Silva Omar x Faith Seed)

Tagged by @socially-awkward-skeleton @imogenkol and @josephseedismyfather

Tagging @adelaidedrubman @raresvtm @derelictheretic @inafieldofdaisies @noodlecupcakes @direwombat @voidika @cassietrn @aceghosts @icecutioner @shallow-gravy @strangefable @statichvm @cloudofbutterflies92 @carlosoliveiraa @wrathfulrook @ladyoriza @la-grosse-patate @thewanderer-000 @omen-speaker @alypink @shellibisshe @josephslittledeputy @skoll-sun-eater @g0dspeeed @afarcryfrommymain @strafethesesinners @turbo-virgins and @florbelles + anyone else who want to join.

Prompt based on this kinktober post made by fellow mutual @starsandskies. While the main Kink of this post is "Breeding" and "Aftercare", you'll find it also includes ones such as "Praise", "Oral", "Biting" and a little bit of "Dirty Talk".

Hey everyone, here's my second and last contribution to Kinktober for this month. Here's a oneshot devoted to the main couple of the Far Cry section of The Silver Chronicles; Silva and Faith as you've probably guessed. From the mature tag and the title you can probably already tell that this oneshot (which will also be uploaded onto my AO3 as well) contains explicitly sexual content meant for 18+ users only. Minors Do Not Interact!

Here's a few warnings as to what this oneshot contains:

CW: Shameless smut, Minor angst, Cunnilingus, slight vaginal fingering, slight teasing, stroking a dick to erection (I don't think a handjob necessarily fits the context because Faith doesn't let Silva cum), P in V sex, unprotected sex, gentle sex, creampie, Silva's kind of unsubtle breeding kink and both women's obvious praise kinks. Includes a lack of contraceptives here (not the fault of either women, Kamski's flaw was that he thought Silva would be like him, miserable and single (neither words correlate nor share a connotation connection with each other here) and also doesn't take into consideration that majority of people don't think like him) and discussions of (getting) pregnancy. Plus the unspeakable horror of including the vaguest hint of a plot in a smut oneshot.

But also enthusiastic consent!

Okay now for the ONLY two Trigger Warnings: Minor reference to past religious and child abuse. These aren't the center focus of the oneshot and aren't explicit either, but these are something that are at the very least inferred (I hope that's the right word) to during Silva's POV thought process in the beginning, but not during the smut itself. I only make these warnings because it's better to be safe than sorry.

You may also notice Faith is a little different (possibly) personality-wise, and I imagine its because of being influenced by certain characters (like say... Sharky and the Drubmans (mostly Adelaide)) and this is set many months post-game and Collapse, and both she and Silva (plus Azriel) have taken shelter in Silva's prepper bunker, so I imagine at this point a certain level of character growth and change has occurred. I’ve also given a short personal explanation in the tags as well.

Author's Final Edit: I've been working on this nonstop for four weeks, at differing states in mind but refused to leave it unfinished, so apologies in advance if it's not that good or even a little rushed (as you can likely tell it's no longer October) than what I originally planned. Anyway gonna post this now and hope for the best.

I'll be sure to reblog this post with the link to the one that'll be posted on my AO3. Anyway, enjoy the fic under the cut:

Title: This Sweet Leisure

Series: The Silver Chronicles (Far Cry 5)

Character/s: Silva Omar (Deputy OC), Faith Seed, Azriel Omar (mentioned OC), Irene Neon (past referenced OC), Persephone Neon (past referenced OC), Elsa Omar (past referenced OC), Kamski Neon (past referenced OC), Tracey Lader (referenced) and Father Adam Omar (Barely referenced OC and thank the Gods, he's super dead).

Words: 7,734

Quiet moments had never been something Silva thought she could afford to enjoy.

She was familiar with various forms of quiet though. Many of which denied her comfort, including peace, or even leisure.

She had experienced a cold kind of quiet throughout her youth. It was tense and foreboding, a wordless warning hanging over their heads like the ill-omen of a guillotine. The only sounds allowed were the roaring winds of a wrathful blizzard outside and the slight clinking of plates and utensils shared between two quivering hermanas.

She had spent many nights as a child in a quiet that was always too quiet. That was the worst kind of quiet for Silva. Dread left her restless, sleep evaded her like the answers she constantly prayed for, haunted by anticipation as she listened for the recognizable signs of Father's approaching footsteps outside her bedroom door...

But the most familiar quiet she's known would be that of loss and mourning. The moments where silence would replace where there should be joyous laughter, or whispered promises, or the normalcy of conversation.

Where she expected a small form to run around the house once she exited her room, her little one's delighted giggles filling the room as her ginger bangs bounced from her enthused race... she found nothing and the heaviness would weigh down on her heart once more.

She would spend periods lamenting on each and every loss, whether it be family, friends, her amor or her beloved hija.

When trapped in this quiet, her mind would betray her... always following the same maze in the labyrinth of her thoughts, with each memory visited and revisited while she punished herself for the grave inescapable sin of not being strong enough, fast enough, doing enough.

Simply put, the quiet moments remind her of how no matter what, she'll never be enough to keep those she cared for. She found no escape through sleep either; her imagination was often the most cruel.

Punished by constant night terrors, which only grew more frequent from there.

Perhaps that is why she enjoyed the action, those fast-paced minutes that squandered on hours. The wars, the fighting, the very act of survival, the violence she despised, justifying her use of it as necessary and right.

The very same violence that took pieces of her until she was nearly hollow from the high. But at least she couldn't feel anything but the emptiness afterwards... distracted from the grief.

What a twist of fate that, at the end of the very collapse of society, all she could have would be quiet moments. For approximately seven years, she would have to live in the very bunker she had dismissed as a paranoid and needless precaution, even for the likes of Silva herself.

In spite of this, she had kept it well-maintained. At least to honor one of Elsa's lasting gifts to her.

And even though Elsa and Persephone were long gone from her life, Silva would be forever grateful of it since it had saved the last two of her most precious remaining loved ones; Faith and Azriel.

It was a rough few months at first, for herself especially, but they made it work. A routine had been set up, tasks given for each of them, and both Faith and Azriel seemed to have put aside their animosity, for the sake of Silva at least.

Silva, though prohibited from putting too much strain on her muscles, had recovered enough to do the laborious tasks that the other two were unable to do, as well as keep track of their inventory, rationing the power and water they were using, keeping track of the days by making calendars (at least enough so they have a fraction of an idea of when they should leave), keeping the only functional clock left out of Azriel's reach, general cooking and proceeding with Azriel's education (and ensuring her pequeño inventora utilizes the parts they don't need for her machinations).

Usually these tasks were completed with the assistance of both Faith and Azriel.

Faith utilized the knowledge she retained from the Eden's Gate to correctly double-check and correspond with the information Silva gave, as well as support a garden from within the bunker that gave them all fresh fruit and vegetables besides the preservatives, aided Silva in Azriel's education with subjects Silva had less expertise in and was the only person in the bunker with any specialization in medicine, besides Silva's apparently redundant strategy of "ignore the problem until it starts affecting you personally" or "only treat problem when close to the nearest convenient bandage, stitches or medic".

(Silva could admit Faith had a point about her reckless behavior).

Azriel's days were mostly spent assisting Silva, or Faith when the girl chose to stop detesting the other woman. She attended her "classes", whether it be academical or practical, so she'd be as prepared as she could be for whatever was outside the bunker doors.

Azriel's hobby in engineering proved to be handy, with Silva and Faith both stumped on the workings of such a subject despite their reliance on the bunker's generator and water filter.

They'd have their meals together, and would often spend time in the same living space once their tasks were done. When it came to nightly routines, Silva would bathe Azriel herself, and would share her own shower with Faith as to not waste water.

Those moments were strictly kept tame, given Azriel's close proximity from the bedroom and the necessity of the water. However, Silva didn't mind, as she and Faith got to be closer, with hands touching the places neither wanted others to see. Their scars were only for them to admire, neither holding shame nor judgement as they took care of each other.

After cleaning off, Silva would put Azriel to bed in one of the spare bedrooms she had claimed for herself as Faith shut off any non-essential power for the night, before both she and Silva retired to their shared designated master bedroom.

That was where the quiet became more prominent.

It wasn't so bad; sometimes one or both of them would be able to drift off. Other times, sleep would evade them, and they just enjoyed each others company, sharing stories and jokes, their voices barely above a whisper. Often they'd talk about the plans for the next day, perhaps wonder about the future... or even confess their own fears, quelling doubts. A peaceful quiet.

There were few nights when these fears took form as nightmares, interrupting their rests. Such nights were spent comforting the other in an understanding silence, few words exchanged while they found warmth in each other's arms. A comforting quiet.

But those night terrors were becoming far and few as the months passed, and Silva found herself cherishing the quiet as much as she did the time spent with her little family.

Though months passed, there was a slight change from the routine, one night where Silva rediscovered a quiet she hadn't experienced in a long while, and would revisit the following weeks.

Although sexual intimacy wasn't a first for either Silva or Faith, after the Collapse, they prioritized the ensured function of the bunker, recovering from their own physical and mental wounds and Azriel's well-being over their passion. It was the practical thing to do in that situation.

However, so much time had passed since the Collapse had occurred, and though the intimacy they did share was cherished and fulfilling, there was a familiar desire that burned patiently; the want to be connected, the need to be closer, to make the other sing with pleasure, and to share their love and affection through one of the few ways they could.

After Silva tucked Azriel in for the night, she had returned to the master bedroom. Shutting the door behind her, she turned to the sight of Faith awaiting her by the foot of their bed.

Silva shared a soft smile with her amor, making her way over to Faith to give a nightly embrace and kiss before bed.

Faith had stopped Silva with a hand on her chest, green eyes looking deeply into grey as the former herald tried to put her desires into words.

"I want you," she said softly, a noticeable shade of light pink across her face with eyes full of a need that stole Silva's breath away, "Tonight. I want you, and I want to make you feel good."

Silva felt a burst of exhilaration invade her body, her nerves lightened up with renewed enthusiasm. The feeling only increased when Faith delicately held one of Silva's hands and brought it to her soft lips.

The kisses she pressed down onto the faded scarred tissue sent tingling signals throughout Silva's body, a pleased sigh escaping her lips as her cheeks darkened into a blush. Faith gauged Silva's reaction, her gaze anticipating her answer and yet pleading all the same, lips brushing against her sensitive hand.

Silva responded with a loving smile, using her spare hand to cup Faith's face, fingers caressing the skin like light kisses as she brought her own face closer.

"Si," Silva had acceded, connecting their lips, feeling the thrum of Faith's enthused hum. When breaking off the kiss, the former deputy stated, "Under one condition."

Faith visibly wet her lips, tilting her head into Silva's palm as she asked, barely above a whisper, "And what would that be?"

Silva smirked, and Faith waited with bated breath on Silva's response (but if she hadn't been so focused on Silva's answer, she'd notice beloved's grey eyes shined with a flicker of silver), bringing her chapped lips to ghost along Faith's ear, and purred, "I'll make you feel bliss first."

Faith broke into a grin, and wrapped her arms around her lover's neck as both of their desires heightened, lips caught in a dance before Silva took the lead.

While their tongues communed and tasted one another, Silva's hands wandered, brushing over Faith's dress and squeezing at certain areas to bring out those small noises she never gets to hear in any other moment.

She settled both her wandering hands at Faith's hip and culo respectively, giving a squeeze on both that elicited a surprised yelp from her amor, though a giggle soon followed after.

Silva retracted from the kiss as her hands reached the hem of Faith's dress, "Let's get this dress off, mi querida."

Faith only nodded as her hands joined Silva's to slip the dress off from over her head rather smoothly, freeing her perky breasts for only Silva's eyes to see. She pressed her hands onto the skin, how good and warm it felt under her touch. Her thumb grazed over a scar just under Faith's rib cage.

Her attention was deterred however by her amor's impatient fingers unbuttoning her shirt.

Silva followed suit, unbuttoning the rest of her dress shirt and shrugging it off. She reached for the strap of her bra behind her, but Faith ceased her struggle when she pressed her hands onto Silva's clothed breasts.

"Arms up, darling," Faith directed, and Silva saw the glimpse of the herald whose reputation commanded fear and respect from her foes. It sent an exhilarating shiver down the former deputy's body, feeling a twitch in her lower body as she followed her amor's orders.

Faith pulled the undergarment over her lover's head, tossing it away. Silva didn't bother to chide about the messiness, figuring it to be a issue she'll deal with tomorrow. In the mean time, she was too preoccupied with giving Faith's greedy hands access to feeling her swell chest up. She let Faith grope at her breasts, hands wandering all over her exposed upper half. Even in the darkness, Faith accurately pinpointed every faded scar there was on this portion of the Omar woman's body.

From her healed cuts and slashes, to the closed scarring from past bullet wounds, to her shoulders; the left harbored old burns, while the right was less clearer, though the texture of the skin was notably a shade lighter, if only slightly.

Silva hummed from the touches she received, massaging Faith's breasts in return. Faith gaped in pleasure, and Silva jumped at the opportunity to reconnect their lips, tongue inserted back in, this time to dominate.

Faith moaned into Silva's mouth, and the reverberation spurred Silva on. Her hands moved to behind Faith, she pulled the other woman's body against hers, their chests colliding. Faith's hands gripped at Silva's back, pushing herself against her lover to chase after the pleasure of grinding their breasts together.

Silva slowly lead Faith backwards to the bed, letting the foot of the bed buckle Faith's legs into sitting down.

Without hesitation, Faith spread her bare legs to give Silva a peek at the lacy white lingerie underwear, embroidered with a familiar pattern, that she had adorned for this occasion. Silva got the impression that her amor had been planning this for some time.

Silva wouldn't disappoint.

Though that pattern did look familiar-

Flowers. Of course, Silva noted in mild amusement.

Faith closed her legs together and dragged her underwear down, shimmying the flower-patterned lingerie down to her ankles, kicking them off to the floor. She opened her legs once more, displaying her nude, bare self for Silva's eyes to feast upon. The sight made Silva's crotch felt uncomfortably restrictive, but she restrained herself from taking her pants off and making love to Faith there and then.

Silva wanted to draw this out; she wanted Faith to feel the greatest heights of this high until she was fully satiated, as well as for herself too.

Caressing her amor's face, Silva's eyes lingered down to Faith's wet folds awaiting her, the light brown bundle of curling hairs layered at the top, and asked, "May I?"

Faith gave an eager and affirming nod, and Silva descended down to her knees until she was face to face with the younger woman's lower lips. Putting her amor's legs over her shoulders, Silva circled two fingers around her labia to stimulate more wetness and gather it onto her fingers, while her other hand's thumb gently brushed against her clit.

She heard Faith's breath hitch above, which made Silva temporarily halt, her eyes meeting green to wordlessly check on her pareja. Faith met her lover's gaze and returned an assuring nod. Silva took a breath and continued to tease her amor's slick pussy and clit, feeling a tug of pride within herself when she heard a soft airy sigh come from above.

Satisfied with the slickness, she inserted one finger inside, earning her a gasp and small moan from Faith. She massaged her index inside the warm insides before inserting a second finger to join the first, curling and gently twisting both as she proceeded to press a bit firmly on Faith's clit with her thumb.

Spurred on by the sounds of Faith's heavier breathing and soft moans, Silva gave a trail of kisses along both of her thighs, perhaps lightly sucking at the flesh to leave a mark or two where no one but both of them would see.

She carefully twisted her two slick-covered closed fingers to face her and opened them up in a V-shape, spreading her amor's vagina.

Silva leaned closer, breathing in her scent. The pungent tangy musk tinted with a hint of earthy sweetness to it. A floral scent really; not like the acrid sweetness of the Bliss though. That had long since been washed away.

Without wasting another moment, she pressed her tongue flat against Faith's vulva, licking it in a glide upwards until she reaches her clit.

Faith tasted like honey, with a hint of sourness that reminded Silva of yogurt. It was something surprising to discover; how different the taste was. She'd expected a metallic taste and bitterness not unlike coffee when she first went down on Faith, as she had remembered Irene's being, and the few women she had brief relations with holding a similar taste, but had been pleasantly unprepared for the flavor.

She continued to lap up the slickness, proceeding to explore with wide licks that swished around the folds of her amor's vulva, enjoying the sweet little noises she drew out and the feeling of Faith's legs shaking over her shoulders.

Silva hadn't expected Faith to cross her legs to pull her mouth closer, but the Omar woman held no complaints. She focused on flexing her tongue deeper inside, licking every nook and cranny.

Silva felt Faith's hand furl into her dark hair to keep the former deputy where she was, grinding herself against her lover's tongue. Silva hummed her appreciation into her amor's pussy, the vibrating sensation provoking a whimper out of Faith.

Feeling her lover's tongue retracting, Faith almost expressed her dissatisfaction with the lack of contact until Silva's lips enveloped around her swelling clit, lightly sucking as her tongue gently circled around it.

Faith choked out a cry as she felt Silva's two fingers re-enter to massage at her sensitive flesh. Lips parted, her moans didn't escape quietly, though it didn't discourage Silva from her relentless efforts to bring about Faith's high.

Silva heard Faith murmur out words incoherently yet consistently (though that may be due to the thighs squeezed around her head canceling out most noises), though was unable to inquire about it as she felt Faith's legs tense around her.

She had enough time to glance her eyes up to see Faith slightly arch her back before she felt the inner walls of her vagina constrict and spasm.

Silva had half-a-mind to have her mouth open when fluid squirted at her face. She lapped up the sweet sticky fluids as Faith rode her high out.

Leaving soft rewarding kisses around her amor's sensitive flesh and thighs, Silva began crawling up to trail her kisses along Faith's waist and stomach. She peppered her breasts, collarbone and neck with special attention, sucking on the skin to leave little marks.

She kissed along her jaw, face and settled on her lips. Face to face, Silva admired the flushed yet blissful expression that resided on her amor.

Breathing returning to a regular intake, Faith opened her green eyes to gaze into Silva's adoring ones.

"You look so beautiful right now amor," Silva complimented, lightly tucking a loose hair behind Faith's ear.

The Seed woman licked her lips, the smile on her face joined by a light blush from the praise. And though Silva meant what she said, she still had the need to confirm.

"Was that good for you, mi querida?" Silva asked softly, searching for any hint of potential discomfort from the young woman below her. Faith blinked at Silva, maybe touched by the concern, maybe in bafflement at the question. Though she proceeded to bring her head up to rest against Silva's own.

"It was wonderful. You ate me out so well my sweetheart," Faith assured with a pleased sigh. She proceeded to bring her lips to the shell of Silva's ear and whisper, "Now why don't you take those pants off? I can't be the only one naked here."

Silva gave an affirmative nod and obliged to Faith's request. Scooting to the side of bed, she pulled down her loose night pants, kicking them off at her ankles. She went to remove her boxers next, but Faith slipped up behind with wandering and electrifying hands that danced across her front.

Faith peppered light kisses along her neck, and softer ones to her old burn scars, which Silva appreciated. One stray hand palmed over the bulge throbbing against her boxers, massaging the member, earning a shameless moan from Silva.

"You're so good to me, Silva. Always accommodating. Putting my needs before yours," Faith revered warmly, massaging the stretching bulge that began to tent up at her boxers, eliciting a low groan from Silva, while Faith stated, "You're so full of love. And I'm happy to be someone you share it with. Which is why I want to make tonight special for you. To give my own love back to you, in the most intimate act together."

Silva bit at her bottom lip as she felt herself get harder at Faith's words, the kind and adoring words flustering the woman. She felt Faith reach into her boxers to pull out her erect cock. Freed from its confines, Silva didn't try to suppress the moan that rose in her throat when her amor curled one hand at the base and began to pump.

Precum leaked from the tip, and Faith brushed a thumb over it, spreading the slickness around the head. She reached down to gently massage at her scrotum to further tease her lover, receiving a choked yelp that morphed pleased groan. Satisfied with her work, Faith tugged at the boxers, with Silva pulling it down the rest of the way.

"Now for what I promised," Faith purred sultry, intertwining her hand with Silva, leading the compliant woman to crawl further onto the queen bed with her.

With both now bare and their hearts beating with a thrill, Faith took initiative, placing a halting hand onto Silva's chest to halt her approach and lightly push her down backwards.

"Can you sit for me?" Faith requested, flashing sweet honest pearls at her, and Silva nodded affirmatively as she followed suit, sitting down with her legs splayed out, her cock proudly pointed up as Silva's eyes traced ever bit of Faith's body.

She swallowed on nothing, wishing she could count the stars to mark a number down of how much she had been so unbelievably lucky to have not only meeting Faith, but get to be with her. And to keep her and Azriel safe, a small relieved voice spoke up, though it didn't last, You never were able to do that with anyone else.

Silva almost frowned at the thought, and briefly closed her eyes. What happened wasn't my fault. I did all I could in those moments, she reminded herself, defending against the guilt, just as Faith coached her.

She opened her eyes when she felt Faith's hands grasp onto her shoulders, her legs at both sides of her hips. Her wet entrance hovering above Silva's leaking head, though Faith paused as she cupped Silva's face into her hands, the next words she spoke sending a spike of pleasure through her veins, "I want you inside me."

Heart fluttering at the proclamation, Silva wanted nothing more than to obey, to be inside her amada and feel how she clenched around her, to murmur little praises into her skin as she just enjoyed having her amor in her arms. However, through the haze of love and lust, she had a realization, "I don't have condoms. I don't think there are any down here."

"Nor birth control," Faith informed her, green eyes gazing down, and Silva wanted to kick herself for not noticing when she did stock checks, "I checked the infirmary; it just wasn't included amongst the stock."

Silva could take a guess why. The infirmary had been an additional room inserted by Kamski himself without her permission. Though she was grateful now for his foresight, she felt an annoyance towards Kamski's paranoia overstocking the infirmary with supplies for illness, injury, surgery and even birth delivery, but was flippant about her chances of finding a new partner that he was he convinced her contraceptives wouldn't be necessary. By Jannah, why did I listen to him?

She brought a hand over one of Faith's own which still had her face cupped, thumb brushing at the knuckles. While Silva certainly wasn't against the idea of unprotected sex, especially if Faith gave her consent, under normal circumstances there would be a world with safety nets to fall back on if they decided to risk it.

However, they were stuck in a bunker, while luckily stocked for more than three people with food, medicine and other resources, it was without the contraceptives to avoid the high-risk results of the act.

She would love nothing more than to make love to Faith, to be inside her, to join her on the brink of their own bliss and just release. However, she knew of Faith's reservations, not to the act itself, but the potential consequences of said act.

Instead, she suggested, "If you really want to do this, I can try the pulling out, which does comes with risk. But we don't have to, we can do something else..."

Silva quieted down when Faith pressed a finger to her lips, shushing wordlessly. Faith smacked her lips together as she gazed at Silva with sincere affection.

"I appreciate that you're thinking of me, but there's no need to fret, my lotus flower," Faith said with a fond smile, running a hand through Silva's long dark hair, her green eyes full of a devotion Silva's doesn't believe she's seen on her before, not even with Joseph, not this intense and self-assured.

"But I made my mind up about this weeks ago," Faith informed her lover, an adoring smile blessing her face, "I want to feel you. And more importantly, I want you to feel good. I know you personally dislike the condoms. Not only that, but I know you'd rather not pull out. And yet you do those... all for me. And I'm flattered. Which is why tonight, I wanted to do this for you. No contraceptives... even if they ideally should have been optional... and no pulling out either. And whatever comes after this... I'm okay with it."

Silva blinked, not expecting this from Faith. Although she wanted nothing more to accept her words at face value, she still had to make sure, "What about what you told me? I thought you didn't want to risk-"

"I know what I had said. It was something I took time to think about too," Faith acknowledged, but her tone changed to something more impassioned, "But... my time spent with you and Azriel has made me reconsider. I know you. I trust you. Of all the people I was lucky to fall for, I'm glad it's with you. Because you won't abandon me. You'll be with me, through it all."

Faith's hands glided down to behind Silva's head and neck, bringing her beloved's face closer to her chest, adjusting Silva so her ear was to the skin.

"You hear that?" Faith asked above, her heartbeat thumping in a swift measured pace, and Silva only nodded, still a little lost until her amor explained, "That's my excitement at the thought of us giving in for tonight. Of us quivering and trembling in ecstasy, on the toe-curling edge until I milk you dry. That's what I want, but most importantly, I know that's what you want to do."

Silva felt herself burning up; from her head being in Faith's bosom? The lewd description she'd never expect Faith to use (Had she rubbed off on her somehow? The Drubmans and Sharky? Or had she always had this side of her? came the discord of thoughts) until this occasion? Or the admission that she not only knew of Silva's concealed desires, but wishes for her to act on them too?? Perhaps it was a combination, but Silva wasn't entirely sure.

Silva lifted her face to look into Faith's unabashed green eyes, finding no hint of doubt in those beautiful orbs.

"I want this. You want this. And we won't be unprepared," Faith assured, nuzzling her head into the nook of Silva's neck, hands residing at her back, "We have an abundance of supplies with everything needed for a full-term pregnancy, and the infirmary is ridiculously prepared with instructions and instruments ready for when the day comes. I know this is selfish... but I want to make something beautiful with you. To carry the culmination of our love within me. No more holding yourself back... take a leap, love. Put yourself first for once."

Silva chewed at her bottom lip as she felt her cock grow stiffer at the idea of succumbing to her base desires, and to join Faith through a union of their raw bodies, rutting into the warmth of Faith's inner walls until she released herself into her amada's womb, until she was sure Faith was pregnant.

Faith got her attention with a small kiss on the lips, green eyes staring straight into Silva's souls as she said her next words with utmost seriousness.

"I know how I sound, saying all these things to you, but here and now, I want you to understand that ultimately... it's your call, my lotus flower. If you don't want to risk it, I'll respect your decision. You're not obligated to do this, not even for me. I can do something else to have you reach your own high if you'd prefer," Faith offered, one hand reaching down to Silva's hard cock, stroking at the shaft, earning a pleased trill, "If you want to proceed, you already know I'm all for it. If you don't, I'll be happy with whatever decision you make. It's up to you."

Silva was grateful that Faith was willing to wait for her consent. She took the opportunity to think about it. She found Faith's points to be valid; they had an infirmary with information and instruments at the ready, the bunker was well-supplied, Silva has the experience to take care of Faith and their not-yet conceived child, she knows Azriel would be thrilled for a sibling and she had Faith's approval. Hell, she wanted to do it.

I want to do it, Silva realized, an anxious energy buzzing within her, I want to have a child with her.

Silva met Faith's gaze once more. Her bright grey eyes scanned Faith's green, and her hands moved up to rest on her amor's waist as she said, "I want to do it."

Faith's eyes blew open, delight filling her face, "Really? You mean it?"

Silva gave Faith a smirk that sent a shiver of exhilaration up the other woman's spine, "Si. Now mi amor, how do you like the sound of me cumming into you tonight?"

Faith's only response was a resounding, "Yes."

With a gentle tap from Silva, Faith proceeded to lower herself until her entrance met Silva's tip, grinding their sex together, the sensation causing Silva to gasp agape while Faith husked out a wanton groan.

Silva couldn't deny her own heart's elation at the feeling of Faith's slickness making contact with her own precum, mixing and leaking down her shaft.

Faith sunk until she enveloped the head of Silva's cock. The former deputy groaned at the sensation of Faith adjusting to her, her walls stretching and clenching around her. Faith masked her own moan as a pleased hum, hand bringing Silva's head to her collarbone.

Silva planted more kisses and small bites to decorate her skin as she delicately maneuvered Faith past her cock's head and down the shaft. Her amada rocked tenderly, rasping out breathy, needy moans as Silva's cock stretched her pussy.

Both women's breath hitched when Faith reached the base of Silva's cock, the latter once again adjusting to the former. For Faith, it felt warmer, and she felt fuller with Silva inside compared to when she wore the condom. Silva could feel her amor's slickness and heat, how she pulsed within her, how wonderful it felt to have Faith's walls clenched around Silva. It felt right.

Both held each other close, until Silva's knees rose up until they were behind Faith's back. She grabbed hold of her amor's legs, gaze bor into her green orbs, a determined look not unlike what Faith saw during the Reaping gracing Silva's features.

"Are you ready?" Silva asked one last time, giving Faith the chance to back out. Faith gave a thrilled, "Yes", her green eyes begging for more. Silva proceeded to ask, "You remember what word to use if things get too much for you?"

Faith nodded once more, recounting, "Tulip."

Silva gave a confirming nod, "That's right. Buena chica. Now stretch out your legs and lay back for me, mi amor."

Faith did as instructed, stretching her legs out and, with Silva's guidance, she locked them around Silva's waist. Faith proceeded to lean back onto the support of Silva's thighs.

Silva hooked one hand under Faith's culo, giving it a teasing squeeze as she leaned forward to bring her other arm around Faith's back. The former herald hooked one hand at the nape of Silva's neck while her other gave herself some support from behind, grasping onto Silva's leg to anchor herself.

She gave Silva an affirming nod to go ahead, and Silva tested the waters with a small thrust with a rock of her hips. Faith gasped out a lewd noise, and with another thrust, she let out a pleased hum at the contact, and as Silva thrust again and again at a steady pace, Faith began to pant out long, wanton moans while Silva breathed out grunts and husked out her own impassioned moans.

Silva continued to thrust into Faith as her amada continued meeting her thrusts with enthusiastic rocks, the wet sound of skin slapping against each other all that filled the room.

"You feel so good," Silva murmured in a drawl, and as she rocked her hips up into Faith's slick velvet walls, she let out a surprising growl, "Mierda, you're coño's perfect for me, Faith. I need to fill you up... I need to get you pregnant."

Faith let out an enthused titter, her gut recoiling with warmth like the hammer of a gun, and she teased, "Yeah? Is that what you're going to do, my lotus flower? Rut into my bare, unprotected pussy raw until you cum? Spill all your seed into my empty womb until I'm all nice and full? That's fucking hot. You're so sexy whenever you speak your mind. Gets me really wet."

Faith gasped as she felt Silva's thrusts quicken in pace, causing her body to rock from the jerky movement. Though Faith was not displeased by the change as her content moans and her sweet gaping features indicated.

Images flashed within Silva's mind while her sharp eyes lingered on Faith; the flat of her stomach swollen with life for Silva to cherish both with the hold of one hand. Her bouncing breasts full of milk, perhaps more swell and more sensitive than before. Silva was also fascinated by what Faith's stretch marks would look like, during and after the pregnancy, the beautiful markings long-lasting evidence of their joyous union. She remembered only briefly being able to admire Irene's post-birth marks a few days after Persephone was born.

Silva could feel herself reaching her end, she knew in the way her breathing grew strained, and her cock became stiffer and hotter. It was a familiar sensation, but here it was special, as nothing was stopping her from filling Faith up fully now.

"Faith, look at me, querida," Silva drew Faith's green eyes to retain direct contact with her grey, "That's good, mi amor. I'm glad to see your beautiful face. This is a moment in our bond I want to last. I'm close. I'm so close now. I'm going to cum inside you. And I'm going to get you pregnant. I want to hear you tell me you want it. I need to hear it."

So close to coming undone, Faith refrained from breaking their shared contact as she husked out, "I want this. I want to feel you cum inside me. I want to be full with your seed. I want to be pregnant with your child. I want all of you, Silva."

Silva felt herself tighten and her resolve to hold on break. With little strength, she wrapped her arms around Faith as her amada tightened her legs around Silva's waist, both pulled their sweaty bodies close to each other. Both clung to one another as the only lifeline, as Silva gave one last rock of her hips and their sexes spasm.

Faith's walls constricted and clamped around her cock in a creamy coat and milk up all that she unloaded inside. Faith wailed out a moan while Silva shouted in ecstasy. She gave a sparse few weaker thrusts, and felt Faith's walls throb followed by her amor cumming once more.

Both refrained from separating, catching their breaths within each other's arms, fingers playing with hair, breasts pressed against each other from each heave of their chests, basking in each other's mind-buzzing afterglow.

The embrace lasted until Silva lightly pressed a kiss on Faith's soft lips before she removed herself out of Faith, her member deflating and spent for the night. She laid Faith down on the blanket of the bed, who was recovering from the intense pleasure she experienced twice. With limbs still interlocked, she laid beside Faith's prone form.

"Thank you," Silva told Faith, the latter humming in question, dreariness weighing on her half-lidded eyes, so Silva elaborated, "For this. For letting me hold you, and kiss you, and taste you, and... make love. You made me feel so good. Tonight was just perfect."

Faith giggled, green eyes gazing into Silva's grey with adoration, "Of course, honey. You did amazingly too. I noticed you had a lot more enthused determination. Not that you hadn't before but... there was a more primal feel. I liked it."

Silva felt her face heat up from Faith's appraisal, feeling her cock twitch. It hadn't gone unnoticed by her amor; Faith bit at her bottom lip as she commented, "And with our new goal, we'll be doing this again for the next few nights, I'd hope."

Silva felt an excitement burn at the thought of doing this again, though it reminded her of some things she should do to help.

"I'll need to go get a new blanket from the linen cupboard since..." Silva trailed off as she looked at the damp spot, "...yeah. But in the meantime, we should have your pelvis raised a little higher to increase the chances of conception."

Silva couldn't recall where she gained that information from; whether it had been something Kamski had somehow brought up in conversation for whatever reason or something she had learned while reading for any information from the old medical textbooks they could scavenge to help Irene during her pregnancy with her firstborn.

Regardless, Silva grasped a pillow and placed it underneath Faith's lower back, to raise her hips slightly above. Satisfied, Silva asked, "While I'm out, is there anything you need? Snacks? Water? A cloth to clean up?"

Faith shook her head, but made a small grunt as she tried to clear her coarse throat, "Water, please."

Silva gave a smile, caressing her amada's face before getting off the bed, "I'll be back in a jiff, mi amor."

Silva peeked out of the room, searching for any signs of the familiar orange-streak across the dark hair of her hija, hoping she was still asleep in her bed and not awoken by the noise, even if their rooms were fairly dense.

Spotting no signs of her fellow night owl, Silva exited the room, and made her way to the linen cupboard for the new blanket, and then dashed to the kitchen to get Faith's water.

With the glass filled and blanket over her shoulder, she made haste back to the master bedroom.

Closing the door behind her, she made her way back to Faith back on the bed. She placed the blanket down by the foot of the bed while taking the chance to admire her nude form. Though she noticed how Faith's hand was placed below her stomach, lost in thought.

Silva got onto the bed with a creak, breaking her amor's attention train of though and bringing her attention back to her.

Offering a smile, Silva didn't immediately inquire, instead tapping the glass of water, which earned her a soft gaze of appreciation.

She helped Faith lean up from the bed, and passed the glass of water to her. Once her amor's throat was satisfied, Silva had Faith temporarily hop off the bed so she could remove the ruined blanket (which she placed by the door for tomorrow) and laid down the newer, softer blanket.

Once the bed was ready, both Silva and Faith crawled back onto the bed, huddling close. Neither put back on their nightwear.

Silva brushed her fingers through Faith's light brown hair with enthusiasm and adoration in her heart. Faith snuggled into the crook of her neck, one finger tracing aimlessly at Silva's back.

"Are you alright, amor?" Silva asked softly, concern rearing its head once more, though she had a fraction of an idea of what Faith would be thinking about.

Faith glanced her green eyes up at her, briefly holding contact before she nodded.

"Just thinking?" Silva pried gently, observing how her face made those little quirks, subtle twitches, halting furrows and the way her lips open partially before closing again.

Faith responded with a small and affirming hum. The vibration's contact against her skin, although short, eased her hammering heart.

"Want to talk about it?" She finally asked, swallowing any remaining nerves as she discerned Faith's expression towards the question. Does she have any regrets? came the question she was worried for the answer of.

Faith hadn't replied immediately, stewing in the silence as she gathered her words, and said, "I'm just... coming to terms with this. Wondering... maybe a little worried. I've made quite the spontaneous decision, no different than what I've done before."

From the top of her head, Silva could only recall three that she could be referring to; leaving home with Tracey, joining Eden's Gate and helping Silva and Azriel in their goals.

"Are you having... regrets?" Silva asked hesitantly, but knew it was important.

She was a little surprised when Faith snorted incredulously at it.

"No... not that at all. It's a choice I'm not backing down from," she answered fully looking up to her, bringing one hand to cup the side of Silva's face with tender affection, slowly nuzzling their foreheads together, "I'm just a little nervous is all. This is a new and rather big step I would never have considered in my life before meeting you and Azriel. But it is something I want to experience, as long as you're with me."

Relief flooded Silva's mind, washing away any lingering presence of the ugly guilt that tried to form.

"Besides, I liked tonight as much as you did. And I loved how you were too," Faith said as she "walked" two fingers all the way up Silva's chest to her lips, seductively brushing both over her lover's bottom lip as she leaned forward with a whisper, "And I'd hope to see more of that side of you last a few rounds in the night to come."

Silva joined her lips with her amor's, an unbridled smile curving up once again. I've been doing that a lot more recently, she noted, in spite of the sorrow she still feels for the loss of the world above.

Though that's not something she'd focus on as of now. She had better priorities she needed to attend to.

Disconnecting their lips, Silva replied, "I'll let you hold me to those words. In the meantime... want to just snuggle until sleep takes us?"

"Yeah," Faith snickered, eyes drooping lower as she cuddled closer into Silva, "I won't refuse such an offer like that."

Silva wrapped her arms further around Faith, as she just cherished this moment of holding onto her amada diente de león.

Faith dozed off first, and though Silva was not far behind her, within the dark of their room, she whispered into Faith's hair, "We're going to be okay. I promise, mi amor."

With nothing else to say until tomorrow, she let out a content sigh as she dragged the soft blanket over their exposed bodies, and sunk into Faith's slumbering embrace. Finally finding a quiet to look forward to.

[A/n] Finally it's over. I can move on to the tag stuff I've missed.

[Skit #1: Faith: "How might Azriel take the news of a possible new sibling?" Silva: "I wouldn't worry about it. She'd probably be more thrilled at finally being taller than someone for once."]

[Skit #2: Kamski: "Alright I've installed a functioning infirmary into your doomsday bunker in the scenario we'd have to bunk together during a disaster." Silva: "...Not thrilled but ok." Kamski: "It's prepared for injuries, illnesses, surgeries and any pregnancies in the unlikely case we have others bunk with us." Silva: "That sounds good and all, but what about contraceptives?" Kamski: "Don't be ridiculous Silva... no one's stupid enough to fuck in a bunker during a disaster and neither of us are getting lucky enought to change our single status any time soon." Silva: "Hurtful but sounds legit." Years later... Silva: "Once I die, Kamski when I get my hands on you, you motherfu-"]

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Three songs for The Silver Chronicles, Life, Despair & Monsters and an Original Work of minet. Also I'm putting my WIP Wednesdays on hold, as I'm working on my newest "Intro Post" and some Masterlists. Anyway, listen and read below the cut:

Silva and Azriel's mother-daughter relationship in Silva's Hope is one of the key turning points of the fic (the underlying themes of motherhood not withstanding); it causes Silva to reevaluate her standing with both Eden's Gate and the Resistance in Hope County and motivates her to take a much more proactive rogue approach, seeking to push both factions towards a peace without spilling anymore bloodshed as there had already been (before she was just trying taking out her grief, pain and her bottled up trauma onto the cult that was similar to the two that took everything from her, and hoping to get killed in the process, a roundabout way to end her own suffering without dishonoring/abandoning the sacrifices made to get her to safety). It also gives her the chance to acknowledge and accept the death of her daughter Persephone; something she's been guilt-ridden about throughout her grief, never allowing her to make peace with it. Silva's upbringing was shaky, her childhood spent with a man who's intentions towards her were anything but pure, and her adolescence spent with the father she wished she had before things went to hell. Silva sees herself in Azriel; a girl harmed by the zealotry of a cult and denied the affection she needed and craved for until later in her life. Silva hopes to be the mother Azriel can rely on, as well as a fiercer protector. This song is both a mix of Azriel and Silva's perspective (in a way), though it's also Silva echoing promises Paul had told her (when he was a better person) but directed to Azriel this time:

"There was a time, I used to look into my father's eyes In a happy home, I was a king, I had a golden throne But those days are gone, now the memory's on the wall I hear the songs from the places where I was born

Up on the hill, across the blue lake That's where I had my first heartbreak I still remember how it all changed My father said

Don't you worry, don't you worry, child See Heaven's got a plan for you Don't you worry, don't you worry now, yeah

There was a time, I met a guy of a different kind And we ruled the world, I thought I'd never lose him out of sight We were so young, I think of him now and then I still hear the songs, reminding me of a friend, oh

Up on the hill, across the blue lake That's where I had my first heartbreak I still remember how it all changed My father said

Don't you worry, don't you worry, child See Heaven's got a plan for you Don't you worry, don't you worry now, yeah Don't you worry, don't you worry, child See Heaven's got a plan for you Don't you worry, don't you worry now, yeah."

Next song is for an Original WIP of mine called Mario: Mother's Boy, a kind of origin story for one of my OCs from The UnTitledverse, Mario Emmet, a quippy shapeshifting alien that feeds on fear, and his time being raised by his mother, Abigail Emmet, who had spent nearly a century prior masquerading as a human outlaw with the Van Der Linde Gang (and feeding off the terror of her enemies). The fic starts from 1979 and ends in 1988, ending a few months Mario's other story, The Adventures of Debra Holmes and her Amazing Best Friend Mario Emmet, in The UnTitledverse. Throughout the fic, Abigail struggles with raising her very impulsively instinctively driven son, helping him masquerade as a human while teaching him human morals and culture (while retaining some of their better alien traditions that doesn't call for the disregard of other's health), going out on hunts to feed both herself and Mario (all the while terror becomes a harder emotion to elicit from her prey, though thankfully fear isn't difficult for Mario to pry out of his own prey), making decisions that put her son before herself, something that goes against her species very nature, as well as face her own impending mortality as her lifespan shortens. But for Abigail, as long as Mario is prepared to survive in this world without her, then that's enough for her, even if the time they had together was never enough.

"I'm trying to hold my breath Let it stay this way Can't let this moment end You set off a dream in me Getting louder now Can you hear it echoing? Take my hand Will you share this with me? 'Cause darling, without you

All the shine of a thousand spotlights All the stars we steal from the night sky Will never be enough, never be enough Towers of gold are still too little These hands could hold the world but it'll Never be enough, never be enough

For me Never, never Never, never Never, for me, for me Never enough Never enough Never enough For me, for me, for me

All the shine of a thousand spotlights All the stars we steal from the night sky Will never be enough, never be enough Towers of gold are still too little These hands could hold the world but it'll Never be enough, never be enough

For me Never, never Never, never Never, for me, for me Never enough, never, never Never enough, never, never Never enough For me, for me, for me

For me."

Cyberpunk: Corporate Shutdown is a Cyberpunk 2077 fic apart of Life, Despair & Monsters, following Min-Ji "Vasilisa" Choi, codenamed to simply "V" (supposed to be the Roman numeral of "Five"/"Fifth" but in Night City, people are pricks, so that number became a letter), as she navigates through the cesspool that is Night City, the dominion of Arasaka on American soil. She is mentored by both Johnny Silverhand (in her head) and an old companion of his, Rico (who Arasaka had intentions to weaponize him but he managed to escape before they could touch any more organs... though he is fighting off the side effects of Cyberpsychosis due to almost being full-borg, something forced upon him by Arasaka), into the life of a Cyberpunk. They intend to burn down Arasaka and their main enforcer, Adam Smasher, along with it. However, Smasher isn't alone; he has a pet by the name of "Impulse", and it seems Militech want a piece of the action with their newest creation: "Inviticus", so helpfully designed by one Sir Enigma Malvolio.

"Young blood, run like a river Young blood, never get chained Young blood, heaven need a sinner You can't raise hell with a saint Young blood, came to start a riot Don't care what your old man say Young blood, heaven hate a sinner But we're gonna raise hell anyway

Raise hell, yeah Raise hell Somebody gotta, gotta raise a little hell Baby, drop them bones Baby, sell that soul Heaven, fare thee well Somebody gotta, gotta raise a little hell (Oh, my-my, oh, hell yeah) Somebody gotta, gotta raise a little hell (Oh, my-my, oh, hell yeah) Somebody gotta, gotta raise a little hell

Young blood, stand and deliver No need for a queen affair Young gun, gotta pull the trigger When the whole world running scared.

Raise hell!"

[the-silver-chronicles]

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Three new WIPs for The Silver Chronicles. Guess what? They're another set of AUs. Because I have too many ideas to explore that just can't fit in the main story of Silva's Hope and Old Dusk (aka canon Deputy Silva's story). The first two also introduce two new OCs that can't appear in the main story, while the last one is my take on the Omegaverse. You can read below the cut:

First AU is what I've abridged as "Vengeful!Silva AU"; essentially, the gist of it is that Paul becomes doubtful of his own ability as a parental figure after the Enforcer's first assault on the Minas, and worried for Sylvester's safety, decides she needs to leave the Archipiélagos, out of Adam's reach (as opposed to the main story where the attack resulted in Paul only doubling down in his role as a father to Sylvester and training her to defend herself should the worst come to pass). Sylvester is less than pleased as Elsa is still under Adam's grasp, in addition to the fact the young teenager just got accustomed to the Tumultite community, but Paul promises to save Elsa and reunite with Sylvester once the revolt is over. A coven of witches sail to the Archipiélagos, Paul gives them Sylvester, and they sail to regroup with their fellow sisters in Montana (eventually leading Sylvester and the coven to Hope County). Sylvester is a fellow coven member for many of her adolescence, and though she deeply misses her former community and family, she becomes accustomed to the witches strange practices, especially when she attempts to fill the absence of a parental figure (that both Adam and Paul left) with the Head Coven Priestess, Lillith. However, as Sylvester grows up, Lillith becomes distant to her for undisclosed reasons before ultimately sending Sylvester away to Eden's Gate in a form of a treaty between the Project and Coven. Sylvester does not handle this well, but she accepts it as she doesn't really have a choice in the matter. Almost a woman now, Sylvester joins Eden's Gate. The reason Joseph takes her in is because the Voice lied about how "she was a gift to him, a second chance to be a father to a daughter" (in truth the Voice would rather have Silva dead, but it wasn't going to fumble the opportunity to have Sylvester under its surveillance and likely manipulation), and well, for Joseph whatever the Voice says must be passed. While Sylvester isn't a fan of Eden's Gate' strict rules and doesn't necessarily feel like she belongs, she gives it a chance, and quickly attaches herself to Joseph when he offered parental affection (thanks to Adam, Paul and now Lillith all giving her up, Sylvester developed abandonment issues here). She likely doesn't develop a strong bond nor interact with John and Jacob (nor Faith!Lana) as much (especially while they're busy establishing the Project). Note that timeline-wise, this is the early years of the Project; likely year one, so Bliss and Faith!Rachel aren't around yet and likely Joseph here would have Sylvester be an unofficial and not yet renamed, "Faith", even if there is a current Faith in the form of Lana. Until Lana is killed to vacate the role for Sylvester... which doesn't end up happening as Sylvester unfortunately witnessed the murder scene happen. Sylvester takes whatever she can and leaves; the Project, the county, the state, everything. Until she gets to a state and county far, far, FAR away from Joseph in a new city with a new life and a new name; that being, Silva.

Joseph is... heartbroken over Sylvester's disappearance, while Jacob and John are worried that wherever she is, she'll report them. The Voice, however, tells Joseph it'll handle this... by influencing the world to coordinate a domino effect that results in an abandoned military mill to activate one ICBM under the city Silva is residing in, resulting in the city to collapse and a lot of casualties and destruction. When news reaches Montana, the Voice confirms that Silva's been dealt with and plays it off as "a sign" the Collapse is coming and uses it to urge Joseph to urge his followers "to prep faster for the Reaping". Years later, Joseph and his family await for his fated arrest, and the "Hell that Follows the Whitehorse". What a shock it is that it turns out to be Silva, who survived the Voice's most heinous assassination attempt yet. Although scarred from the experience of surviving a disaster and crawling her way through the physical representation of hell, she's never been more motivated to go after Joseph, under the (reasonable) belief that it was Joseph who set up her demise, and she is really determined in ensuring Joseph suffers. Anyway, that's the gist of the story. The snippet below is a wounded Silva being cornered by Terry and some other of John's men who recognize who she is. They're about to transport Silva, when two unlikely saviors appear out of nowhere (one being the introduction of Margarett, former kickass Prophet Hunter, and now a very cranky physically-augmented one-armed old woman, while the other is Azriel, who Silva bumped into earlier). Enjoy: [CW: Minor description of graphic violence/gore and nameless Peggie death]

Terry sneered down at her, almost repulsed by her words, even if their newest drug slurred her words strangely.

Silva could not blame his reaction; all he knew was that she, a traitor, had returned to unjustly take Joseph away from them and bring about the Garden's destruction without cause.

For all he knew, she was saying nothing more than baseless accusations, especially with how their drug disallowed her from speaking deceptions. She could not fault him for that.

She could only critique him for his blindness to perpetuating another's misdeeds and other's suffering.

"Call in an envoy so we can take this Sinner back to John," Terry ordered one of his fellow Peggies, "I'm sure he'll be ecstatic about marking our misguided sister with her sins."

Silva observed as one Peggie called into his radio while another passed Terry what seemed to be some kind of dart.

He replaced his revolved with a different type of pistol, and inserted the dart into it. Cocking the hammer back, Terry aimed it at Silva's leg, towards the exposed wound.

And now they'll take me to John. Although it wasn't part of her plan, she had anticipated she'd require to meet the region's herald sooner or later. She wondered if these captures will let her come face-to-face with Joseph again, but she couldn't be certain.

The heralds had their own methods of conversions, it seemed unlikely Joseph would be overseeing everything she'd be in, even with their history.

Huffing, knowing there was only one way to find out, the woman slackened her shoulders as she relaxed, closing her eyes as she awaited for Terry to sedate her.

She heard an unexpectedly loud bang, which immediately alarmed Silva. Opening her eyes, she noted Terry clutching his red-stained hand that had blood profusely bleeding from the hole in his palm. His dart gun had clattered off somewhere else.

The Peggies turned their attention towards the direction where the shot came from. Silva followed their gazes toward the greenhouse they had chased her through, the canister of their peculiar drug still knocked over and releasing the green mist in front of the entrance.

Although obscured, there clearly was a large figure making their way through the mist.

The peggies took aim with their rifles, shouting out to the approaching figure, until four more bullets were fired, hitting their weapons or limbs, disarming them.

Holding a strangely designed pistol, or perhaps a revolver, the figure stepped through the mist unaffected, revealing herself to be an aged woman, if freakishly tall and broad. She had to be at least a head-and-a-half taller than Silva's own biological father. Her grey auburn hair was wrapped into a messy bun, with strands of locks loosened near the forefront of her face.

Her skin was grey and wrinkled, but it was odd, almost unnatural in a way. She narrowed her only eye at the Peggies, lifting her upper chapped lip to compliment her scowl.

Scars adorned her face, large slashes across where her other eye used to be, the skin already healed over the socket. Unlike Silva's dysfunctional eye; although she could barely see through it, the blindspot was obvious, and burn scars similar to Jacob's own adorned that area.

The older woman wore a large ragged cloak over her broad form; concealing what she wore underneath, and most obvious to Silva was how it hid her other arm, to her blissed out confusion. She noted the woman wore dirt covered boots, and that a large staff-like weapon was strapped behind her back.

Her unexpected savior cocked the hammer back as she proceeded to throw it in the air to Silva's direction.

"For your quarter-to-six," her savior gruffly stated, reaching for the staff behind her as a Peggie brought out a bat and ran towards her. She effortlessly dodged the swing, and gave a swift kick to the Peggie's side as she removed the staff from her back and adjusted her grip when another Peggie ran up to her.

Silva's brows furrowed from her strange words, until she heard the resounding footsteps of three other guards of Eden's Gate Greenhouse somewhere behind her.

If we're going by the analogy of a clock, she's twelve, which makes me six, and that means... Silva swiftly spun to her right, and fired the pistol. It hit it's mark in a shocked Peggie's chest, stumbling back with his heart blown out, momentarily stunning his companions from the shock.

She cocked the hammer back to fire again, but only an empty click greeted her when pulling the trigger.

Huffing in annoyance, she took advantage of the Peggies stillness, and ran up to the closest one, despite the pain in her leg. One of the Peggie's, a woman, shook from her shock too late when her forehead met the large barrel, knocking her out cold.

Silva swung for her other companion, but the Peggie had enough senses to dodge the attack, and proceeded to kick her wounded leg.

A flash of pain erupted from her leg and she soon felt the butt of his rifle hit the back of her shoulder.

Crumbling down to the dirt floor, she turned over just for the Peggie's foot to pin her chest down, rifle aimed threateningly at her.

Not risking sudden movements, both Silva and the Peggie turned their attention towards the crowd once they heard an undignified scream.

Her ally had snapped the arm of one of Terry's guards in the wrong angle with an effective kick from her knee, before shoving him aside. Around her was one guard retching and groaning as he cradled his stomach, another whose face was against the wall with smears of red trailing down to her still, kneeling position, and her first attacker with the bat was steadily returning up.

Silva noted the pained groaning of the woman she dispatched earlier, much to her own chagrin at the fact.

Worse yet, the Peggie above her was aiming his rifle as his bigger target began effortlessly blocking the swinging hits of his companion's bat with her staff, waiting for an opening.

Silva tried to struggle underneath him but it didn't deter the Peggie.

Until-

"Hey!" a young voice shouted, breaking both Silva and the Peggie's concentration as they searched for it's owner, "Catch!"

A familiar weapon slid towards Silva; her retractable dagger, the one she lost earlier.

Swiftly swiping it, she stabbed it into the Peggie's Achilles tendon, earning a shout of pain above her before she sliced out of it, causing the Peggie to stumble off her. She didn't let him fall though, not yet, as she lunged forwards, embedding the blade into his stomach, and slashing outwards.

Leaving the Peggie to marvel at his own river of blood and entrails, Silva made her way over to his awaking companion. Just as the woman lifted her head, the last thing she witnessed was Silva's thrusting the blade down onto her forehead.

Silva retracted the blade, letting the corpse fall over. Glancing around, she spotted a familiar face; the child, or rather, the girl she had saved from Eden's Gate grasp, watching her in awe from the side of the admin building. Attaching the retracted dagger onto her belt where it belonged, she gave the girl a quizzical head tilt before a small smile tugged up, a giving the child a nod in gratitude.

The girl's blue eyes shined from the apparent praise and approval.

Silva turned to see how her ally was doing, and saw the older woman had kneed the bat-wielding Peggie in the shin, then the face; once, twice, a third relented his grip of his bat, before finishing him off with a knee to his neck, which left a crunch that made Silva's expression twitch and the Peggie's head in an odd angle.

The Peggie that had been hit in the stomach had gotten over his pain, and made his way to run a sneak attack from behind her ally with a knife.

Silva opened her mouth to warn her, but the Peggie gave himself away when he tried to stab into her heavily cloaked arm; or rather, the blade pierced through the rags and only hit her, which was likely covered in a tough garb underneath the shaggy cloak.

Her ally scrunched how face as she glanced back at whatever force failed to knock into her, only to harden her face with an unimpressed frown upon noting the Peggie.

"Nothing of importance there, I'm afraid," she informed the Peggie as she turned fully around to him.

With a good grip on her staff, she twirled it with one hand and hit him once more in the stomach, which he cradled. Then the knee, sending him to his knees. As he looked up, her ally thwacked him upwards with a spinning hit to the chin, before catching his throat with hooked end of the staff, sending him down to the ground as she pushed her staff further against his Adam's apple, compressing the cartilage.

Silva watched in fascination at the brutality of this woman; the strength she wield, the cunning she used, and the durability she had. Ensuring with all certainty that her enemies were dead. Though, Silva still didn't understand why she had saved her, nor any motives she had...

As the woman choked the life out of the gurgling Peggie, she apparently noticed something worth catching her attention.

"Bleeding Palm's getting away," the woman informed Silva. Cocking her head, she glanced around until she spotted Terry trying to start a van as quietly and quickly as possible, door wide open as he desperately tried to get the engine to sputter to life.

She hummed as the engine revved to life, and she made her way to her ally as she asked, "May I?"

Gesturing to the knife stuck in her protective grab, the woman shrugged as the Peggie below her slackened as he let out a weak noise and replied, "Not mine, so sure. He's not going to be using it."

Nodding she ripped the knife out of her ally just as Terry shut the van's driver door, and hit the peddle.

Silva walked to a spot that gave her clear sight of Terry's booking van, brought two fingers together to pinpoint a target, took aim and threw the blade at one of the van's back wheel's just as it turned, causing it to swerve into a small shed in-between the trees.

With Terry going nowhere, she turned her attention back to her approaching ally, done with the Peggie. Silva had half a mind to have her hand near the handle of her blade, just in case her ally had ulterior motives.

Looking up to the older woman, who she noted could be eight feet tall, maybe with a few inches too. Which made her less than three heads taller than Silva herself.

"Gracias. For the help," Silva stated first, and her ally made a short nod in return, until Silva asked, "Though I do have several queries for you."

Her savior snorted, and grunted, "Name's Margarett."

Straightforward, Silva noted, and responded, "I'm Silva."

"Oh, I know," Margarett informed the younger woman, "Saw your little rally at that little town nearby. Your whole speech of unity and freedom against that family of twats spilling blood in this county. Quite impressive, how you managed to lift the morale of the small folk there."

Silva raised a brow, retaining everything Margarett was saying, suspecting something more.

"You've certainly got talent of a leader," Margarett commented, "They believed every single word. Though if I may inquire; did you? Or is it just a convenient step closer to your actual goal?"

Silva stared into the taller woman's amber eyes, and gave a small smirk as a reply.

The second AU that diverges from the canon and plots of Far Cry 5 and Silva's Hope is what I like to call the Harbinger AU. The story here is that, instead of Ezekiel staying behind to fight off Enforcers while Silva, Elsa and Persephone manage to escape together (and then breaking out of jail to search for the trio of Omars around the world before reuniting with Silva 17 years after the Collapse of society in Old Dusk), Ezekiel escapes with the trio to America. Elsa doesn't die in her accident as Ezekiel is present to do the things she can't; like trying to figure out what's up with Eden's Gate while Silva and Persephone are none the wiser. Also Persephone is alive in this timeline because... well. You see, the divergence doesn't stop with Elsa's death, as during the year Elsa's accident does happen at the Horned Serpent Cave (in the main story at least), instead the incident is Silva going missing while making a grocery trip to Holland Valley, which she'd apparently never reached according to townsfolk Fall's End. Elsa and Ezekiel become the main caretakers of Persephone, and Silva is presumed dead. Paul never visit Hope because he doesn't discover that Silva is present there (therefore not leading him to go there to convince her to join his cult, get rebuked, kidnap her daughter to lure her on a global travel around corners of the globe, leading to Silva reuniting with Kamski, and then eventually leads to Paul, his Apostles and Persephone's deaths in the process). A couple of years later, on the night of Joseph's arrest, there is no deputy to fill the Hell role, despite the Voice promising there should be, leading to Whitehorse and Burke to cuff Joseph while Hudson waits outside and Pratt in the helicopter. Joseph is a little lost on how to consider this but improvises with what he has, interpreting it as either the Sheriff or the Marshal being the Muse. Surprisingly, they manage to lift off without the Peggies getting into the rotor... only for the tail to be blown off and leading to the crash; and Joseph meeting an old face in the form of Saint Matilda, a former Peggie he had exiled from the Project for doing inhumane experiments that even made Jacob cringe. She is one of this AUs primary antagonists (along with her monstrous creation known as the "Harbinger") in addition to the Prophet Hunters (five unique individuals physically augmented by Saint Matilda herself) sent by the Apostles to (a) retrieve the rogue Saint and her newest creation back into their waiting arms and (b) kill two birds with one stone by killing the local rival prophet in the area. Though that's not to say that Eden's Gate won't still be an obstacle in everyone's path, as they're the ones who have Matilda in custody. Elsa and Ezekiel prepare to help the Resistance fight any foe that as to protect Persephone. In the snippet below, you'll see her exile from Eden's Gate through dear beloved John's perspective, as he hears what will be her first of many crimes against nature. Enjoy below:

John joined Jacob and Faith upon the podium as Joseph began the sermon.

"My children, my family... I am pleased that you've gathered together for this morning," Joseph peered across the pews of the awestruck faces of their people, an admiration John also shared for his brother, "Though I wish this was under better circumstances."

That got their faithful's attention, as well as the attention of John and the rest of Joseph's siblings. John briefly wondered if Joseph had received another vision, and waited with bated breath with on the podium behind Joseph.

He found the reason to be more surprising than pressing.

"One of our own had strayed from the Project's mission," Joseph explains, looking solemnly, "She had abused her position and the trust we gave her. To desecrate the bodies of our own people, defile our Judges, and to taint the purity of our Angels."

John raised a brow, and his blue eyes briefly lingered on Faith; wondering if it was finally her time. He certainly wouldn't mind this one going, given how overstayed her welcome was.

Though she didn't look alarmed with worry, and Jacob didn't pay her any mind. To John's disappointment, Joseph unveiled a different name of the culprit.

"You may bring forth Sister Matilda," Joseph commanded in the room, and the doors opened to reveal Alexander and some of his Chosen dragging the white dressed woman to the front of the chapel.

They dropped her in front of Joseph, doing little to be gentle or considerate of their roughness.

The woman in question had been amongst the first members of the flock; not someone John interacted with on a daily notice, but a face he's seen pop up once or twice. He did note how she recently had been working under this iteration of Faith and a short while with Jacob... before his older brother requested, practically ordered, that she stay in Faith's region for reasons John wasn't privy to.

She was young, though not as young as their current Faith; John would say this Matilda was around her twenties. She had lengthy strawberry blonde hair, and greenish hazel in her eyes. Small nose, youthful cheeks, and a small frame to boot. She could have been a candidate to become a "Faith", though given current circumstances, perhaps it was a good thing she wasn't.

She gave small fleeting glances up to Joseph's face, her whole body shaking on her knees. Clearly afraid. Maybe ashamed, John pondered to himself, knowing how it felt to be under the Father's disappointed gaze.

He shook his head though; he made mistakes that he'd made up for. Whatever she has done, seems to be worse; perhaps even unforgivable.

He glanced to Jacob and Faith. His oldest brother seemed cautious while staring at Matilda, almost on edge. His eyes did not stray from Matilda, observing any and all movement. Faith, unsurprisingly, looked shocked at Matilda's presence, though she seemed more curious, like John himself.

Bringing his attention back to Joseph and their stray lamb, Joseph spoke, "Sister Matilda. Do you know why you've been brought here?"

Matilda visibly gulped, the woman petrified where she sat on the floor, giving a shaky and swift nod as her answer.

"F-for going against your-your authority... Father," she stuttered out through quivering lips, surprisingly audible for them all to hear.

"That is one cause for your presence here," Joseph acknowledged, calmly, and proceeded to reveal, "But it is also for your... acts of cruelty against God's creations, and those of whom gave up their doubt and fear to serve the Project. I have been informed you've also developed blueprints on changes to the Bliss' formula to make it more... hostile, towards any who seek solace in it."

Jacob sneered at the woman while Faith let slip an undignified expression before it hardened into a calm disappointment. Though John wanted to feel some satisfaction from Faith's slip of her mask, he was more focused on the fact their most efficient tool thus far had nearly been tampered with by the woman before them.

Staring down at the woman herself made it harder to belief she could have done those; the pitiful girl barely held herself together under Joseph's gaze.

"I... I just," Matilda softly sobbed out once more, trying to speak her words before they were lost to her forever, "I only... wanted to help."

John watched as Joseph tilted his head, quizzical of Matilda's words. Though John found himself uncertain by what Matilda said, he could not deny the pang to his own heart. He noted how Faith's expression softened at her words, and how Jacob stiffened with a frown. Not even the faithful could keep their scowls from faltering.

He couldn't help but feel pity for the woman, and found it terrifying by how easy it was for her to elicit such a reaction on them all. Although...

"And how, dear child, were your actions intended to help us?" Joseph asked, patient.

...her next words swiftly replaced that pity with disgust.

And lastly an Omergaverse AU centered around my Boa Lurking In The Bliss OTP (aka Silva x Faith). Enjoy this flash-forward snippet of Silva and Faith stuck in a bunker together at an inconvenient time:

She should have expected this. It was only inevitable that it would happen.

Being stuck in the same bunker as her was already displeasing enough for Silva. Being stuck in the same bunker while her disgruntled roommate's suffering cries and whimpers reverberate around their underground home?

Well, Silva couldn't deny how bad of an effect it was having on her own composure. She was usually stronger than this...

Once again breathing in slowly, she found herself not rejecting, like she should, the pleasant citrus scent of pineapples and lemons that escaped through the crack of the master bedroom door.

Though the guilt rumbled as she exhaled, knowing she shouldn't be anywhere near the other woman.

And yet, she thought as she placed an unoccupied gloved hand on the door, widening the opening more to glimpse inside, Here I am.

She remembered how neat the master bedroom had looked before it had been claimed by her impromptu bunk-mate. The sheets and blankets had held no wrinkles, the only number of pillows being two, and the floor was spotless, in addition to two nightstands; the right with a lamp, the left empty for anyone's use.

Now the two layer blankets were crumpled, along with extra blankets that her guest had stolen from Silva's bedroom and the linen cupboard, pillows from the lounge scattered around in a circle on the mattress, the lamp on the right nightstand was switched off, the blankets layered on top with a bunch of clothes strewn around the makeshift nest, and the floor from the looks of it.

A desperate attempt to find comfort in an alpha's smell, Silva figured. Or a beta's, intruded the thought, but Silva shook it away. Omegas don't seek out betas during heat, she reminded herself. Only alphas.

Regardless, though, either the light-brunette woman didn't find the scent she was searching for or whatever surviving scents of spice that lingered on those dresses were too faded from time to be a content substitute for the omega.

Overall, a very comfortable looking nest in her opinion, especially given their circumstances. Though the omega's scent was more enticing and stronger now that she entered the room.

Gripping on the handle, Silva stepped deeper inside the room. She needed to be quick about this, she didn't want to overstay.

She made her way to the left side of the nest, being careful to not step on any of the clothes; for her? Sentimentality? Silva didn't know, but it wasn't the point; she needed to reach the nightstand without disturbing the other woman. A quick glance over and she saw her omega "friend" was curled up in the blankets, still in that white dress, groaning in pain while mumbling prayers between hot breathes.

Why am I even trying to be considerate of her? she had to ask herself, Am I forgetting WHO this even is?

No, she hadn't. She knew exactly who the omega woman was. She had spent several months being forced to be acquainted to the woman, her brothers and their Project. She watched as she manipulated the Mariscal to murder Virgil. After all the harm and fallout she's caused, one would think Silva would have learned by now that Faith fucking Seed wasn't worth an ounce of her pity.

Then why am I doing this?

She placed down the kit full of essential first aid, cleaning supplies, a canteen of water, plus containers of foods she hoped Faith liked as much as Irene did. She couldn't find an answer to her question, and honestly didn't know where she could start.

With her task complete, and despite how nice it was in here, she turned to make a swift exit.

But she was stopped by a hand grip on her wrist, forcing Silva to stop.

"What are you doing here?" Faith grunted out, exhausted green eyes narrowed in confusion and suspicion of Silva's presence.

Mierda, she internally cursed. She closed her eyes to collect herself in the sweet aroma filled room, before taking a half glance back at Faith and answering, "I dropped off things you might need. Including some foods and water. To make your heat... bearable."

Faith had glanced to the kit on the nightstand before looking back at her, stunned by Silva's action.

Silva looked away from Faith, the fruitful scent emanating from the Seed sister stronger, and kept her grey eyes back to the open door. She needed to leave.

"I'll leave you to your privacy now-"

"No!" Faith rebuked, her other hand joining the iron grip on Silva's captured wrist, keeping the taller woman in place.

Silva peered back to Faith, a mistake once she was trapped by the desperate green eyes of the omega, "P-please don't go."

Silva felt a pang in her heart by Faith's soft murmur. She shook her ahead, attempting to refute the omega's request, "I can't stay Faith-"

The former deputy could feel how Faith's hands trembled on her arm, a sob croaking out as the young woman asked, "Don't go. Please... Your scent... it's calming. Please stay... don't leave me."

Silva could feel the very moment her self-restraint crumbled to pieces from Faith's words.

She was silent when she turned to face Faith. She was silent when she saw Faith's teary eyes and the desperateness written on her face. And she was silent when let out a soundless huff.

She gave a slow nod. "Okay," she affirmed.

She followed Faith's guidance as the latter pulled the former into her nest, and Silva was quick to accommodate to the nest and Faith's shorter size while the other woman nestled against Silva's body, taking in Silva's calming vanilla scent.

Silva cautiously embraced the other woman, feeling how the heat emanated from her body, and strong her pleasant scent was now that their bodies were so close.

Silva would have preferred if Faith snuggled into her from behind, but even the idea of that didn't sit well for her.

She sighed at her current predicament, bringing a comforting hand to gently run her gloved fingers through the herald's hair, while her other hand rubbed smoothing circles on Faith's back.

God, I'm comforting Faith Seed. She fucking dreaded the idea of Tracey ever hearing of this, or worse, the Sheriff. They'd surely blow a fuse.

She couldn't help but acknowledge a certain irony here. Not only had Joseph correctly predicted a "great fire that would cleanse the surface", but he'd been correct about her. Despite how hard she tried to prove him wrong.

Whether it was an alpha or an omega, with the Resistance or with the Seed's sister here and now, the only use she'd ever have is acting as their confidant, their mediator, their support. Nothing else.

"As is intended of a beta," Silva recalled his words, spoken many months prior. Before the Reaping and before the night of his arrest.

I really shouldn't have gone to that barbecue.

[the-silver-chronicles]

1. Azriel and Schrödinger Turquoise (OC)

2. Obadiah Teal (OC) and Paul Yellowjack (OC). Also platonically Kamski Neon (OC) and Ezekiel (OC)

3. This dynamic kind of describes Father Omar (OC) and Oscar Lapis (OC) I guess…? Also Industrial!Silva (OC) and Faith Seed, platonically Kamski Neon and John Seed and another platonic Paul Yellowjack and majority of his fellow Apostles.

4. Platonically Gavin Turquoise (OC) and Silva Omar (OC). Romantically Ezekiel and Elsa Omar (OC)

Oh we’re talking about favourite ship dynamics again? Here are some of mine.

Listen… at the end of the day… if one is red and one is blue? You knoooow I’m gonna eat that shit up.

[simplegenius042]

OC Inspiration Game

Tagged by @imogenkol

Tagging @socially-awkward-skeleton @noodlecupcakes @voidika @skoll-sun-eater @josephseedismyfather @aceghosts @inafieldofdaisies @icecutioner @derelictheretic @shallow-gravy @shellibisshe @direwombat @strangefable @rhettsabbott @josephslittledeputy @cloudofbutterflies92 @cassietrn @carlosoliveiraa @adelaidedrubman @g0dspeeed @wrathfulrook @afarcryfrommymain @strafethesesinners @turbo-virgins @raresvtm @softtidesworld @starsandskies @ladyoriza @la-grosse-patate @florbelles @titiagls @minilev @yokobai @thewanderer-000 @omen-speaker @justasmolbard @alypink @thesingularityseries @nightwingshero and @lulu2992 + anyone else who'd like to join.

Decided to do 10 OCs; five for my protagonists, and another five for my antagonists. You can find them under the cut:

rules: share your oc and two characters from other media that influenced them the most

JOAQUIN COBALT (THE UNTITLEDVERSE)

Will Byers (Stranger Things) | Viktor Hargreeves (The Umbrella Academy)

ZACHARIAH THE ORCHESTRATOR (THE UNTITLEDVERSE)

Khan Makyr (DOOM: Eternal) | Odin (God Of War: Ragnarok)

SILVA OMAR (THE SILVER CHRONICLES [FAR CRY 5 & FAR CRY NEW DAWN])

Rosa Diaz (Brooklyn Nine-Nine) | Beatrix "the Bride" Kiddo (Kill Bill) | Julie Canaro (Superfast!)

PAUL YELLOWJACK (VARIOUS)

Pagan Min (Far Cry 4) | The Elktaur (Centaurworld)

HAOYU ANABUKI (LIFE, DESPAIR & MONSTERS)

Raine Whispers (The Owl House) | Aang (Avatar The Last Airbender (2005))

SIR ENIGMA MALVOLIO (LIFE, DESPAIR & MONSTERS & THE UNTITLEDVERSE [RED DEAD REDEMPTION 2])

Hugo Strange (Gotham) | Kenjaku (Jujutsu Kaisen)

MARISSA "RESS" BISHOP (A RADIOACTIVE CALAMITY OF LOVE, BOMBS & GORE [FALLOUT])

Valeria Garza (Call Of Duty: Modern Warfare 2 (2022)) | Satoru Gojo (Jujutsu Kaisen)

ARCANE URIAS (A RADIOACTIVE CALAMITY OF LOVE, BOMBS & GORE [FALLOUT])

Toji Fushiguro (Jujutsu Kaisen) | Proximus Caesar (Kingdom Of The Planet Of The Apes)

AZRIEL OMAR (VARIOUS)

Jinx (Arcane: League Of Legends) | Ellie Williams (The Last Of Us (2023)) | Izabella (Transformers: The Last Knight)

AGGRAVOR THE ACCURSED (VARIOUS)

Mahito (Jujutsu Kaisen) | Koba (Planet Of The Apes Trilogy)

[simplegenius042]

Music Monday, WIP Wednesday & Six Sentences

Tagged by @imogenkol @socially-awkward-skeleton @direwombat @raresvtm @cassietrn and @g0dspeeed

Tagging @aceghosts @inafieldofdaisies @voidika @josephseedismyfather @noodlecupcakes @cloudofbutterflies92 @adelaidedrubman @derelictheretic @icecutioner @shallow-gravy @strangefable @statichvm @carlosoliveiraa @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.

Music Monday for Life, Despair & Monsters, my Wings And Horn WIP and A Radioactive Calamity of Love, Bombs & Gore and WIP Wednesday & "Six Sentences" short for The Silver Chronicles. Listen and read under the cut below:

Life, Despair & Monsters is a series comprised of 21 WIPs, 15 of which the main antagonist, the Director of the Ruins of the Midnight Rise, Sir Enigma Malvolio, is the culprit for majority of the problems that occur in the WIPs. Malvolio forces both Wednesday and Enid to work under him when he takes them from their world, is behind Monika and the Literature Club's return but into reality (and therefore gain Haoyu's attention from the blip of Monika of their world's essence disappearing before reappearing), is the reason behind the Court King's return not once but twice in The Thorned Crown of Iron Thrones and Miraculous Miracles (the latter alerting Hatter), was the person who found Sonnie/Sonya damaged body and transferred her mind into the Apex to get combatant data off of her before abandoning her once she got free of his control, was involved in the production of Militech's Inviticus and Arasaka's Impulse (which garners Rico's involvement), allies with Frederick Rosemary and backs the man up in his plans to gain access to Playtime Co.'s factory from within his "Toybox", transformed Evie Jackson into Edith Bloodleech, 50% of the cause behind some of the oddities in each world within the Love Death + Robots universe, surgically implanted O.R.I.O.N as apart of Queen Guenevere, sent his Displacements to hunt down Sydney due to her "Shiner" properties, sends in Edith to take control of the vampire courts after Dracula's death, helped create Choo Choo Charles and had been destroying the towers inside the Worlds In-Between therefore creating breaches in other world and weakening realities. If there's one song I can attribute to Sir Enigma Malvolio and the Midnight Rise throughout Life, Despair & Monsters, it's Siamese's "The Wolf". Listen below:

"Each and every day hiding from the sunshine Wandering in the shade Not too old, not too young

Every night again Dancing with the moonlight Somewhere far away I can hear your call

I'm out of my head Of my heart and my mind 'Cause you can run, but you can't hide I'm gonna make you mine

Out of my head Of my heart and my mind 'Cause I can feel how your flesh now Is crying out for more

Ain't no fairy tale What I see in your eyes Awaiting your mistake Not too close, not too far

Sneaking in the pain Every truth becomes lie I won't trust myself Once I hear your call

I'm out of my head Of my heart and my mind 'Cause you can run, but you can't hide I'm gonna make you mine

Out of my head Of my heart and my mind 'Cause I can feel how your flesh now Is crying out for more!"

In Wings And Horns, Cadet Azriel and Jezebel Ba'al are two sides of the same coins, much like their authoritative/father figures (Archangel Metatron and Xiang Ba'al respectively); both are souls of girls who tragically died unfairly young due to factors outside of their control and end up in a sort of afterlife, both are ostracized by the communities they now inhabit (Azriel being an angel of death and Jezebel being a Sinner's Soul in the Sloth Ring), both have an adult they follow who acts as an authority/father figure that passes down important morals and are (opposing) extremists in regards to their methods and handlings of the Soulmate System (with Metatron doing everything in his power to preserve it while Xiang wants to destroy it all together while the New Gods decide whether to keep it or abolish it elsewhere), meanwhile both girls hold a more reasonable and far less extreme opinion on how to fix (Azriel) or repurpose (Jezebel) the failing Soulmate System that doesn't negatively impact every other human being. But most importantly, both girls just want to belong in their new lives; Azriel with the Angels of Death (in addition to Metatron) instead of going through with her planned reincarnation for 1,000 years of service and Jezebel with her adoptive demon father Xiang instead of destroying a system that no longer has a hold on her. Sadly, only one out of the two gets what they want at the end of the day.

"The tops of crags and cliffs, the air is thin So we'll find a mountain path on down the hill Meet me where the snow mount flows It is there, my dear, where we'll begin again Skipping stones, braiding hair Last years antlers mark the trail

Take us back, oh, take us back, oh, take us, take us back Take us back, oh, take us back, oh, take us, take us back

I've a friend who lived out by the river's mouth He knows the fiddle's cry is an old sound A lonesome, oh, creaks and moans of empty houses Are songs like fallen rain Windblown buildings, muddy ground The strength of water, can sink a man

Take us back, oh, take us back, oh, take us, take us back Take us back, oh, take us back, oh, take us, take us back!"

Throughout A Radioactive Calamity of Love, Bombs & Gore, Arcane Urias' quest for satiating his power hunger via putting Discord's heart back together with the use of his Occult, had caused the deaths of innocents and betrayals of those that should be his family, all witness by said family members; his brother Matthias Talos, and his son & daughter, Ortega "Ore" Brantley and Marissa "Ress" Bishop respectively, those of whom he's also discarded and harmed without remorse. This comes to bite him in the ass when his last child, Ress, finally confronts him for his pass misdeeds, motivated by the loss of her brother and the mission he (and their uncle, Talos) passed down onto her.

"Breaking hearts Who are you to do this? You live your life like you're the only one Who deserves to live You made us cry Made us miss our families You used our souls and took control but now Something's gotta give

What goes around, comes around, 'round, 'round Goes around, comes around, 'round, 'round You know what they say about dirty lies Yeah, that karma don't forget, then you die

The time is now for us to walk together And carry out the dreadful verdict That you brought upon your fate No hide and seek 'Cause the shadows give no shelter It's time to face the rage behind the mask That you yourself create

What goes around, comes around, 'round, 'round Goes around, comes around, 'round, 'round You know what they say about dirty lies Yeah, that karma don't forget, then you die

Yeah, that karma don't forget, then you die!"

"We are outcasts now, and you're the reason why we are We see you haunt more souls just like a scream in the night Our hearts are broken, lost, forever bound But at least we have each other now While you're alone against the wall 'Cause what goes around, yeah, comes around!"

"Yeah, that karma don't forget, then you die You know what they say about dirty lies Yeah, that karma don't forget, then you die!"

Here's a WIP Wednesday for a new AU I decided to put Silva through. Amnesia!AU where Jacob's constant conditioning kind of fucks up Silva's already fucked up mind to the point where Eli's death (sorry Eli) is the last straw to break the camel's back; leading to her mind (in addition to something else) to just lock away a lot of Silva's significant memories. In doing so, Silva - or rather, Sylvester - becomes aware of something a bit beyond the physical existence:

Bleak.

Pain.

Floating.

If she could describe the sensation she was stuck in, she would have listed three words.

Cold.

Discomfort.

Drifting.

Those were the words, right? Everything was lost to her. Sound was empty, taste was dry, her voice mute.

...get...

She felt like she was missing pieces of herself. Like all sensation was beyond her reach.

...up...

"Only you..."

Except for the echo of a song. A song familiar to her. Too familiar to throw away. She tried looking for it, but her head was too heavy.

Get...

She recalled a faint hunger ripple in the bowels of her stomach; something clawing and tearing and painful. Too painful.

Once more, she tried to lift her head to the direction of the music, and though she could not see anything, she could tell where the song was coming from within the black abyss.

...Up.

The song was louder, and though her limbs felt detached from her body, she knew she was leaning up.

An invisible weight was opposing her, almost begging her to stop. To return to the uncomfortable and static seconds she was in.

She considered it... for the more she pushed herself up, the more certain she felt that whatever song was playing, it made her hunger worse, her throat dry and her head pound.

She faltered in her rise, slowly sinking back down. She didn't want to face it. Somewhere within her, she felt herself scream and plead to not get up. To not be hurt again.

But the quiet voice got louder, it's words harsh to hear, the force of it removing all choice for herself, pushing her to...

GET UP!

With a gasp and a hoarse fit of coughs, Silva awoke to the bleak ceiling light detached of all sorts of warmth, as fitting for a bunker.

Her chest heaved as her dry throat ached from a lack of hydration, her body too hot and the floor too cold. She covered her face from the brightness as she looked elsewhere, allowing her eyes to adjust.

She could hear commotion, but deduced it was occurring elsewhere.

Hissing, she felt every muscle in her body tense and sting. She was matted in sweat and grime, the latter a courtesy of the state of the bunker and however long she'd been out for. At least, she assumed it to be the case.

However, slowly rolling over, cringing at her shaking limbs, she struggled to rationalize exactly how her body managed to get to this exhaustive state.

Nor did she know where she was.

While pushing herself up, one of her gloved hands brushed against an object; a pistol, or some variation.

Retracting her hand from it, Silva got up with shaking limbs. Though her balance was off, so she pressed her standing body against the closest wall.

Her head felt like it was pounding, and her stomach growled and rumbled with a ferocity she felt earlier.

Looking down at herself, Silva noticed she was wearing a vest and a red flannel button up with a long sleeved shirt underneath it. She was also adorning dark grey jeans and combat boots.

She heard some commotion nearby; it sounded like a few people were shouting across in the other rooms, but there was something else that gave her pause.

Gunfire. Rapid gunfire. Not in the bunker, likely above. Outside.

Her eyes widened at the possibilities and probabilities. All she could deduce from each one? She was in danger.

And if she was in danger, then she needed to leave.

She looked down to her left, and saw a hallway filled with lockers and racks, with gunfire echoing and shouting echoing down the hall attached to the room's left.

An easy exit, although perhaps risky. Perhaps she could find a different, less dangerous one.

Backing away from the wall, she turned to the room to her right.

And froze.

It looked to be some kind of command room; a table full of maps, televisions showing screens of surveillance to the gunfight outside in what appeared to be a forest, and to be a small workshop for bows and a bed.

But that wasn't of any concern to Silva.

It was the body of a scruffy, bearded man dressed in dark green camouflage gear, splayed out on the cold floor with a unused bow and arrow in his hands, droplets of blood splattered at his feet and behind him.

Looking to his face, she could see the source of the blood came from a small hole in his forehead. She could figure out what snuffed out his life fairly quickly from that.

Much to her surprise, she wasn’t frightened by the body.

Cautiously, she stepped closer to him, wincing at the sight and the muscles in her legs flaring in pain.

She deduced he died recently, considering the blood hadn't dried. Looking him over, she glanced to the room's surveillance television and table full of maps.

Must have been a soldier, she thought to herself, taking in the bunker room's contents and the man's body, Hard to tell if he was an authority figure though.

He was unfamiliar to the soldiers she's previously encountered and seen; at the very least, not an enforcer. Closer to the Americano militar. Although from what she vividly recalled, they never used... bows and arrows.

She shook her head, strands of dark hair loosely falling to her forehead; the presence of such a weapon was hardly the most important factor here.

There was still the question of who killed him. And whether or not they were still in this bunker.

She stepped back away from the corpse, finishing her inspection. She needed to find an alternative way out; one that did not include going out into the sounds of gunfire above ground.

Perhaps there was another exit?

She hoped there would be. She was in no condition to fight, and sneaking her way out was the most plausible method.

Silva turned her direction to the door to the corpse's left. Stepping around the body, she took a glance through the window.

What she saw on the other side was the bleak sight of a room with a still body with a bloodied rag over their face, tied to a chair in a kiddie pool with voltage cables connecting the person's exposed hands and feet.

She hesitated upon reaching for the handle, the sight sickening. A brutal display of torture that nagged at her foggy mind with an eerie familiarity, but not something she could delve into now. She needed to get out.

However, the sound of rushing footsteps caught her attention, coming from somewhere nearby the torture chamber, and closing in fast.

Leave.

Silva, knowing if she was found she'd be good as dead, swiftly backed away from the door. With a pathway compromised and her being in no state of fighting, she knew there was only one viable way for her to go.

Taking in some breaths, knowing she'd likely have to sneak and even run into an opposing crossfire, with haste Silva began walking towards the hall opposite to where she discovered the corpse.

Her boot kicked against the pistol that laid prone from where she awoke from.

Gazing upon it momentarily, she picked it off the floor and headed the adjacent room.

Once around the corner in what she assumed to be a room full of stocked up rations and supplies, she stared ahead to the open bunker door that daylight shined through, though the sound of gunfire and some kind of music didn't boost any confidence in Silva's decision.

Resting against the closest wall, checked out the pistol in her hands, unloading the mag to reveal there were still bullets in the chamber, sans two.

Grimacing at what little defense she had on her person, she put the mag back in the pistol and rested her heavy head against the cool bunker wall.

She wasn't given long to rest when she heard the reverberating bang of a door being swung open, and the accompanying shouts of distress and anguish from whomever discovered the corpse. Aliadas of the dead man, she assumed.

She'd feel pity if she hadn't seen the corpse they'd shocked to death in the next room over. And she wasn't looking forward to be next in that chair.

Move.

Compelled to make a swift move, Silva made her way towards the staircase to whatever war was going on outside. She paused briefly when she almost passed a box of rations.

She quickly snagged a can before making her way up into the daylight with her pistol at the ready.

Lastly a six "sentences" short of my Omegaverse AU where Silva is involuntarily giving romantic advice to Hudson at the Spread Eagle... to the best of her ability. Enjoy this stupid little interaction I concocted:

Joey continued, either not dissuaded or sharply missed her intended meaning entirely, "I thought I would start with buying her drink."

Silva cocked a dark brow up at her amiga, "Alright. But where would you two be getting the drink from?"

A beat of silence, before Joey replied, gesturing outside their booth, "Well, here."

"So your plan is to buy our barkeeper a drink at her own establishment?" Silva asked, bemused at the omega's thought process. Is that even allowed?

Regardless of the socially acceptability of such aspects, Silva was fairly certain that Joey's rational thinking was compromised by the drink in her hand. So, she instead offered an alternative solution.

"While I think you are on the right track, I feel you should consider actually talking to her first," Silva said, pressing her hands together, emphasizing on the talking aspect with such importance as she had done for the previous half an hour, "And lead up to asking her out. Or just ask her out."

"It can't be that simple," Joey stated, brushing her braid back behind her shoulder, "Not for someone so great and level-headed as her. Are you sure you don't have any other method?"

"Not since you shot down my last one," Silva stated, taking a swig of her glass as she remembered halfheartedly offering to go up to Mary May and asking the brunette if she 'was into cops?' before she'd direct the alpha's attention over to Joey.

Joey wasn't the most amused about her suggestion, but Silva saw it as a small vengeance for asking for her help while they were in vicinity of the very woman Joey wanted to woo.