#silas x grey

[sweatforged]

@wxldhxrt

"hey  kiddo,  how's  the  wolves?"  it'd  been  a  few  days  since  silas  last  saw  greyson,  though  they  didn't  talk  much  (or  at  all)  during  the  missing  children  mission.  greyson  was  getting  better  &  better  summoning  his  animal  friends,  it  seemed.  impressive.  it  was  so  different  from  what  he  did.  although,  he  seemed  to  be  the  odd  one  out  in  camp.  they  all  had  magic  at  their  disposal  of  some  sorts  &  then  there  was  silas,  who  ...punched.  if  hard.  it  was  ...  he  wasn't  sure  if  he  felt  like  he  didn't  belong,  or  like  he  was  less  than  them,  but  he  tried  to  focus  in  improvement  instead. 

"you  been  practicing  with  any  other  animals?"  animals  were  his  favorite &  one  might  say  silas  felt  a  sting  of  jealousy  when  he  saw  the  young  godling  surrounded  by  them  day  in,  day  out &  even  able  to  shift  into  one. 

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with  his  mind  racing  as  it  did,  silas  didn't  want  to  be  around  others  -  at  least  not  in  the  midst  of  camp  between  mourning  godlings,  civilians  &  whomever  else  was  part  of  the  buzzing,  whirling  crowd  in  camp.  he  ..  craved  peace  &  quiet,  relaxation  ...  somewhere  to  shut  off  his  brain  for  a  little  while.  what  place  could  be  better  for  that  than  the  stables?  silas  liked  spending  time  around  the  pegasi  -  he  may  not  understand  them  literally,  but  ...  he  felt  like  they  still  got  along  in  some  way.  well,  except  for  one.  yeah,  so  he  didn't  know  beast  speak,  but  he  could  still  understand  that  snort  he  got  whenever  he  entered  the  stables.

  hi  to  you  too,  fucker. 

  though  he  didn't  let  that  sway  him  &  even  smiled  a  little  when  he  saw  grey.  "hey,  been  a  bit.  how  you  holdin'  up,  kid?"

starter for @sweatforged

There was only really one other place in camp he felt relaxed besides the woods and that was the stables. Tending to the pegasi made Grey feel like he was back home, doing us regular job, working by putting his hands to use and allowing his mind to switch off. It was peaceful and that was something he needed right now - mind switched off, to get away from all his racing complicated thoughts and emotions. He hadn't even realised he wasn't alone anymore until the pegasi became interested in something else, pausing the conversation they'd been having.

[tosimfinityandbeyond]

luna & silas are proud to announce the birth of ezra & atlas.

[pupsmailbox]

GOTH ID PACK

NAMES ⌇　abby. ace. addam. alister. amelia. amoret. ange. angel. angelo. anubis. arch. archette. ash. aslan. aspen. astor. astoria. astrophel. atticus. axelle. azazel. azrael. bael. bat. batsy. bella. bellatrix. blade. blair. blanchette. brahms. branwen. cain. callan. calliope. cannibelle. caskeite. casketta. caskette. caspian. celeste. celestia. chaos. charlotte. cherry. chira. chiraelle. chiro. chiroptairre. chiroptelle. chiropteranne. choir. christian. cofette. coffin. coffine. constantine. corbin. corpse. crimson. crow. crowley. damian. damien. demonesse. divina. dorian. draven. edgar. elatha. elijah. elix. elwin, elwin. elwood. ember. emmaline. etienne. evan. evangeline. eve. faith. forest. forrest. frill. frille. frilleine. frilliette. frilly. genesis. ghost. gothita. gothitelle. gothitess. gothitesse. grey. gwen. gypsy. hades. hawthorne. hecate. hemlock. imortalle. imortella. iris. israel. jakob. jet. jett. johnas. josiah. judas. kain. kane. kedi. keir. lacey. laciene. laciette. lazarus. leo. lilith. lilithe. lolita. lucid. lucien. lucifer. lucius. luscious. lynx. maeve. malice. mana. martyr. max. melancholy. merle. micah. michael. misery. mordred. morris. mors. morte. mortis. mourge. mourgette. myrette. nightshade. noah. noctre. nocturne. noir. obsidian. oleander. omen. onyx. orion. orpheus. ozul. ozzy. prince. prophet. raven. ravenie. raveniette. rook. rowan. ruby. saber. saint. salem. samael. samuel. scarlet. secrette. seraph. serenity. shilo. shiloh. silas. silver. silvester. skelly. skulliene. skulliette. skully. sorrow. sylvester. syn. thorn. thorne. tobias. tommy. trix. umbriel. valkyrie. valo. vervain. vesper. victoria. ville. violetta. vito. vlad. woundie. zeon. zephyrine.

PRONOUNS ⌇　abby/abby. ae/aer. ash/ash. bat/bat. bleed/bleed. blood/blood. book/book. bug/bug. burn/burn. chain/chain. chap/chapel. chill/chill. claw/claw. cloud/cloud. cob/cobweb. cof/coffin. coffin/coffin. corps/corpse. creep/creep. cri/cross. cro/cros. cross/cross. cross/crosse. da/dark. dae/dae. dae/daem. dark/dark. decay/decay. dee/dark. des/despair. devout/devout. div/divine. dust/dust. echo/echo. edge/edgy. en/envie. fae/fang. fang/fang. fe/fear. fie/fiend. fog/fog. fri/frill. frill/frill. ghost/ghost. ghoul/ghoul. gore/gore. goth/goth. goth/gothic. gra/grave. grave/grave. ha/haunt. halo/halo. hie/hiem. ho/holy. holy/holy. horn/horn. hx/hxm. hy/hym. ink/ink. lace/lace. lae/lace. lost/lost. mist/mist. moon/moon. net/fishnet. ni/night. night/night. null/null. par/parasol. parasol/parasol. pray/pray. pray/prayer. proph/prophet. ro/rose. rose/rose. rot/rot. rust/rust. sac/sacrifice. saint/saint. scar/scar. shx/hxr. shy/hyr. si/sinister. sin/sin. sku/skull. skull/skull. snake/snake. spider/spider. spike/spike. sto/storm. stud/stud. thou/thorn. thron/thorn. thxy/thxm. vae/vaer. ve/ver. velvet/velvet. vo/void. whis/whisper. whisper/whisper. witch/witch. wood/wood. x/x. xae/xaer. × . ♠️ . ♣️ . ⚰️ . ⛓️ . 🌑 . 💀 . 🕯 . 🕷 . 🕸 . 🖤 . 🥀 . 🦇 .

[venusbyline]

Hey guys, I'm Vênus (she/her). This is my new ff blog and requests are already open!

I really like writing dark, smut and/or angst contents for s/o x female readers.

Almost all the characters and artists I'll write for are tagged. Feel free to send me your writing requests on my ask. (ps¹: practically i'll write for all Jacob Elordi and Ryan Gosling's characters, there just wasn't enough space in the tags).

So don't be shy... I'm a member of the "toxic characters stan" too <3

ps²: some characters besides the other characters of Ryan Gosling and Jacob Elordi that I didn't put in the tags but that I can also write for:

Scream: Ethan Landry, Billy Loomis, Stu Macher.

Euphoria: Rue Bennet, Jules Vaughn, Ethan Lewis, Lexi Howard, Chris McKay, Fezco.

Hunger Games: Lucy Gray Baird, Katniss Everdeen, Sejanus Plinth, Johanna Mason, Treech, Clemensia Dovecote, Tigris Snow, Haymitch Abernathy.

MCU: Tom Holland!Peter Parker & Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff.

Daisy Jones & The Six: Eddie Roundtree, Daisy Jones, Camila Dunne.

The Vampire Diaries: Stefan Salvatore, Damon Salvatore, Silas, Rebekah Mikaelson, Katherine Pierce.

Margot Robbie: Barbie, Harley Quinn.

Gossip Girl: Chuck Bass, Nate Archibald, Carter Baizen, Blair Waldorf.

YOU: Love Quinn, Joe Goldberg.

Harry Potter: Cedric Diggory, Hermione Granger, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Draco Malfoy, Sirius Black.

Grey's Anatomy: Jackson Avery, Derek Shepherd, Mark Sloan, Alex Karev.

Outer Banks: Rafe Cameron, JJ Maybank.

Anyway, more characters can be added here over time!

[vixenpen]

Rapper’s Delight Hobie X Black Fem Reader (1970s coded)

This is for my biggest fan @kyankyannnn

This is what a Black girl from the Bronx talks like @ohsanghoe and @kyankyannnn since it was so confusing before! 😂 anyway, this was HELLA fun to write! Hope y’all enjoy 😉

You gazed around at the brick faces of Camden’s shops and the graffiti peppering random surfaces with awe and fondness.

This was your first time in Hobie’s hometown, and it felt at once familiar and foreign. From the grey and brown square buildings to the peeling, painted signs adorning their façades, the neighborhood was so distinctly working class; you half expected to see a hotdog vendor or a bodega.

“Y’alright, America?”Hobie asked, quietly. His large hand rested on your arm.

“Oh! Yeah, I’m cool.” You replied.

“Not scared yet are ya?” Smiley, the dimpled bassist of Hobie’s band asked. His signature toothy grin lit up his medium brown face.

“Not at all,” you laughed. “Feels like home.”

“Let’s see if you’re still singin’ that tune when we take you to The Sub.” Silas, the perpetually stoned drummer, added.

Despite its name, The Sub, was in fact not a late night spot to get sandwiches. According to Hobie it was one part basement club, one part speakeasy. Not unlike the warehouses the DJs threw dance parties in back in your hometown of the Bronx New York.

It was beyond trippy having another spider friend in the same timeline as you. The Spiderverse often either felt vast and disconnected or—whenever you were in the spider society— claustrophobic and overwhelming. So it was a major relief when you’d met Hobie, aka Spider Punk, another spider from Earth-138. The two of you had immediately hit it off being the same age, nineteen, and major music lovers.

The punk scene was practically non-existent in the Boogie Down Bronx and the same was true of the brand new hip-hop/rap scene of your home. But you were curious to see how these London cats got down, so when Hobie had invited you to Camden for an extended stay, you’d enthusiastically agreed. Hopefully New York could behave itself for a few weeks while you were gone.

Being that you weren’t a full time member of the spider society, Hobie had mopped some tech to make you a watch giving you the opportunity to transport to his place with the press of a button.

As you and the band headed to The Sub, you took note of the rest of the crowd, who were mostly dressed similarly to Hobie and his bandmates. Ripped skinny jeans, leather vests studded with silver spikes, chunky stainless steel jewelry and so much spiked up hair you were almost certain you could see a trail of hair spray and pomade in the air. There were a few people who were more casual in band tee’s or Jean vests, but you in your sparkly bell bottoms and matching top certainly stood out. Especially with your bouncy afro compared to the—mostly white—girls with their immobile Mohawks.

The Sub was actually a record store called: ‘Subwoofer Record Shop.’ It was closed to the public, but a trail of punks were all rounding the side of the building to the alleyway.

“Man, I’m psyched for tonight!” Smiley enthused. “Y/n, you gotta be front row and center cheerin’ us on, yeah?”

“I gotta be front row and center to see around these people’s hair.” You joked.

“Hey, that fro a’yours ain’t exactly flat, innit?” Hobie grinned, tweaking a tight curl near your ear. The motion made your cheeks burn.

“Picked to perfection.” You countered, playfully, ignoring the way your heart revved.

The boys led you down a flight of crumbling, concrete stairs where a handrail wrapped in multicolored Christmas lights and a surprisingly bright street lamp led the way. At the base, grungy looking characters in black leather clothes and heavy eyeliner smoked and chatted in tight circles. Their scary expressions immediately brightened when they saw Hobie and his crew.

“Oi, dickheads! ‘Ow the ‘ell are ya!” A tall, rail thin guy with an electric blue mohawk exclaimed, slapping hands with the band as they crowded the floor by the doorway.

“Ah, ya know! Nother day nother disaster.” Hobie greeted him.

“Right ‘bout that, mate.” The blue haired guy chuckled. “Oi, Si? Ya still on earth with us?” His accent made the ‘th’ sound like an ‘f.’

“Always an never.” Silas waved a joint between his ringed fingers. You had no idea when or where he’d gotten it.

“Can’t wait to hear you blokes blow the house down t’night.” A girl with fire red hair that matched her kilt exclaimed.

“S’gonna be one helluva a show, that’s for sure!” Smiley replied.

“See you all in there.”

The exchange had been so snappy you’d gotten whiplash just listening to it. The boys let themselves in with Hobie holding the door for you, a soft smile on his face.

“Welcome to The Sub, America.”

You gawked around the shockingly huge room. It had a black floor, a wall to wall stocked bar, darts at the far end and an elevated stage at the other. The walls were decorated with band posters advertising past and future shows. Some had been ripped off, others looked freshly tacked on. A wall of records hung from a shimmering curtain behind said stage and a gaggle of musicians were tuning up in a discordant symphony of riffs and scales. Colorful stage lights bathed them in hues of red, blue, and purple.

“Holy shit.” You marveled.

“Pretty cool for a group of weirdos, right?” Hobie whispered beside you. You could hear the casual excitement in his voice— clearly pleased at your reaction.

“Dynamight!” You exclaimed.

“C’mon, let’s grab a seat up front.” Smiley suggested.

Being that mosh pits weren’t uncommon in the space, “up front” actually meant at the end of the bar closest to the stage. The space surrounding the stage, was clear of tables and chairs in case of moshing.

The band on stage currently began playing and you were immediately impressed with their sound. They were a tight unit.

“Who are these cats?” You asked, Hobie.

“The singer’s name is Chris and the drummer is Byron.” He replied.

“I mean what’s the name of their band?”

“Oh, they ain’t a band, love. Chris sings folk music and Byron usually plays keyboard with a jazz quartet.”

Your head swiveled toward Hobie.

“You mean they’re not a band? And they sound that good together?”

“The drummer’s a bit slow on the pickup, but they’re all solid.” Hobie shrugged, swiveling in his stool until his knees kissed yours.

“Ok, Mr. Musical Savant.” You mocked a posh accent. “But you have to admit, they’re pretty tight together.”

“No doubt, but they won’t compare to our sound.” Hobie replied matter of factly.

 “Ohh? Big talk, Slim Jim.” You smirked, giving his shoulder a gentle punch.

“Yeah,” Hobie’s hazel eyes danced with amusement as he fixed you with his humorous half smile. The one that secretly made your heart race. “With the flavor to match.” He winked.

You thought you’d melt off the stool. Your mind raced as you tried to conjure up a response, but before you could Smiley interrupted.

“Oi, when you kids’re done whispering sweet nothin’s, the stage is clear.”

The pair of you swung your head in Smiley’s direction. You could swear you saw a bashful, almost embarrassed expression flash across Hobie’s chiseled features, but he was smirking in a blink.

“Sure, sure.” He replied, standing along with his bandmates. Before he made the short trek to the stage he turned to you. “Be right back, yeah? Dun let any creeps try an pull one over on ya.”

“London,” your voice lowered as you leaned forward on the stool. “You took the girl outta the Bronx not the other way around.”

Now it was Hobie’s turn to look stunned. He scanned your face and seemed about to say something before Silas tugged him away.

“Let’s go, Romeo!” The stoned bassist quipped.

You giggled as Hobie shrugged.

“Don’t talk to strangers, y/n.” He playfully warned.

As the band climbed on stage a piercing wolf whistle sounded in the crowd along with a loud smattering of applause. It was clear Hobie’s band were well known amongst this crowd.

“Ri’,” Hobie chuckled. “Look, we got a friend here, yeah? She came all the way from America so you blokes better make us look good!”

“Even if we suck!” Silas added, sitting down at the drum set.

The crowd laughed. So did you, a fond smile lingering on your lips.

With that introduction out of the way, the boys began tuning up. Immediately, you noticed a different between their sound check and the slapdash ensemble that’d gone before them. You sat up, admiring your friend bathed in hues of blue and purple that seemed to caress his high cheekbones and emanate from his deeply melanated skin. The sight was enough to make a flush rise up your neck. You crossed your legs and propped your chin on your fist. The boys started out the gate swinging with a piercing guitar riff that hyped the crowd, followed by Silas’ bombastic drums.

The crowd went crazy, and you lowered the drink you’d gotten in awe. Wow, so this was what Hobie got up to in those unpermitted shows? Back where you were from, there were black rockstars, certainly. Jimi Hendrix,  Betty Davis, Prince, but you only knew a couple cats who played rock like Hobie. Bad Brains and a little band out of Detroit called Death.

Still, you couldn’t deny, the band’s sound was tight. Loud, but tight. Hobie’s fingers were flying. The rest of the band was amazing too, but you couldn’t take your eyes off your fellow comrade. You’d never seen him so in the zone. His expression was relaxed, but his entire body was locked into what he was doing. His head bobbed with the rhythm of his guitar.

“Woowoooo!” You whooped, bouncing in your seat. The cheering got Hobie’s attention and he glanced at you with a smile.

When the band was done, the room practically shook with applause and cheering. You jumped from the stool to join the noise.

“Jeez, how’re you blokes gonna act when we really start playin’?” Smiley joked, making the crowd laugh.

Hobie lifted the hem of his shirt to dab his forehead, and you could have sworn you heard the entire female demographic of the audience swoon. Not that you weren’t one of them.

“Ri’,” Hobie spoke up, “but I wanna introduce our girl. A friend of ours who came all the way from America to  visit.”

“Gwen!” Someone shouted.

You snickered. You almost forgot Gwen hung out with Hobie on a regular basis.

“No, not Gwen.” Hobie chuckled. “This is another friend. She’s in the music scene too.”

I am????

You thought.

“An’ I think she should come up here an’ join us, how bout you lot?”

The crowd cheered again. Your eyes widened.

What. The. Fuck?!

No way were you going up in front of this crowd. Everyone in there looked like they could kill you with their bare hands. Was Hobie crazy?

You sank down in your seat, but Hobie gestured to you broadly.

“Y/n, come up’ere. You know we ain’t gonna let ya off the hook.”

You looked around as if trying to find who he could be talking about, but all heavily made up eyes were on you as the punk crowd cheered you on.

“Yeah, c’mon y/n!”

“Be a sport!”

“Show us how they do it in America!”

Then the crowd began chanting your name. A thousand British accents practically singing “y/n, y/n, y/n!”

You could only gawk at Hobie whose pierced brow was quirked as he smiled slyly at you.

‘Come on’ he mouthed, holding out a ringed hand.

‘Seriously?’ You shot back?

‘Seriously.’ Hobie confirmed.

You prayed the moment would pass, but with everyone cheering you on and Hobie smiling gallantly at you like some knight in shining armor, you didn’t think you were getting out of this one. So with a quick ‘Ima kill you,’ to Hobie, you downed the rest of your drink and slid off the stool.

The applause got louder as you joined the band on stage, grabbing Hobie’s hand.

“Wow, umm, ok.” You chuckled nervously. “Look, I’m not from here, so my music probably isn’t gonna be you guys’ speed.”

“Try us!” Someone shouted from the crowd.

Alright. You would. You turned to Hobie with a half baked idea in mind. Time to bring a little Boogie Down to Camden.

“Yall know Rapper’s Delight?” You asked the boys.

All three members scoffed, almost offended at the notion that they didn’t.

“Yeah, love, we know Rapper’s Delight.” Hobie replied.

“You lead the way, y/n, we got ya covered.” Smiley winked.

“Alright, I guess ima kick yall something outta my hometown. Cool?”

The crowd responded favorably. You turned to the band, heart hammering nervously, and nodded.

Silas counted the band in.

“One.. two… one, two, three!”

Silas picked it up with the drums and Smiley quickly came in with the bass. Hobie was last.

God you were nervous, but man, the beat was way too funky to stay still so you bounced along. And when the beat gave way you started with the unmistakable intro of: “I said a hip hop the hippy the hippy to the hip hip hop and ya don’t stop the rock—“

But instead of biting Sugar Hill’s flow completely you decided to freestyle like the cats back home.

Now I know that you know that you ain’t eva heard this befo’, but layback and relax and let me kick you this flow.

Cuz in the boogie down, groove comes naturally to us and if you wanna be down and get down wit’ me now, you need proper influence. Boogie down B-town is where it really be happenin’ and I’m deliverin’ from Bronx and straight into Camden.

“Oooohhh!” The crowd chanted.

You laughed through your freestyle. Surprised by how much fun you were having. The crowd was jamming and the band was grooving right along with you. By the time the dance break came along, everyone was grooving along with you.

With an outro you thanked the crowd and were practically drowned out by their applause.

You slotted the mic back onto the stand only to be scooped into a hug by Hobie who spun you around. You laughed.

“That was amazing, y/n!” He exclaimed.

The rest of the boys joined you turning it into a group hug.

“Still wanna kill me?” Hobie asked.

“Yes!” You tried to glare at him, but your smile was too big. “But you made me sound good so I guess I’ll let you off the hook.”

Hobie laughed.

“I’ll take it.”

[shadowhearts-wife]

Bedtime Story

Gale X fem!tav + family

Summary: Galemancer Week Day 4: Fun With Magic! (SFW edition!) - Galemancer Week is hosted by Twitter/Ao3 user WhirlingInRoses! - Gale and Bryony try a new and inventive way to tell a bedtime story to their children using their magic.

Rating: General Audiences

Word Count: 1,116

Tags: F/M, Baldur's Gate (Video Games), Dungeons & Dragons (Roleplaying Game), Gale/Tav (Baldur's Gate), Gale (Baldur's Gate)/Original Character(s), Gale (Baldur's Gate)/Original Female Character(s), Original Drow Character(s)/Original Dungeons & Dragons Character(s), Gale (Baldur's Gate), Tav (Baldur's Gate), original child(ren) of Gale (Baldur's Gate), Bryony Dekarios, Silas Dekarios, Morena Dekarios II, Tarynn Dekarios, Magic, Fluff, Family, Family Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Post-Game: Baldur's Gate 3, Galemancer Week, Galemancer Week 2024, Tara mention, Gale loves being a dad, and loves his wife, Morena mention too, And an Astarion mention

A/N: I haven't written anything in a hot second, so this isn't my best work in the slightest- but I do hope you enjoy!

AO3 Version can be found here!

The wizard’s tower located on the shores of Waterdeep was filled with nothing but children’s laughter as the sun set in the western sky. No longer was it a quiet and desolate place where just Gale Dekarios resided with his most trusted feline companion, but now it was a place filled with wonder.

Sitting on the floor with their little ones had been Gale and Bryony, who were using their magic to make tonight’s bedtime story a little more whimsical for the children they loved ever so much–and the children seemed to appreciate all of the efforts that went into it, no matter the ages that spanned across the three. Illusions of storybook characters were cast into the room above the family, the magical couple using silly voices and effects to make this as fun and special as possible.

Gale and Bryony had been sitting by their youngest, who had been only a few months old now and just able to sit up on her own. Tarynn, named using inspiration from the ever so beloved household friend Tara, had her father’s brown hair and skin that was more tan than her elder sister's, her half-drow features were only shown in her pointed ears, and the streaks of white she had sprinkled throughout her hair.

Silas, their oldest and only son who looked nearly the same as Tarynn despite being a bit paler, was sitting across from his parents as he watched the characters projected by his parents.

Lastly was Morena, the daughter with white hair and more purple-grey skin who looked most like her mother, who was also across from her parents, and she was very insistent on turning the pages of the book laid out for her parents so they wouldn't have any distractions from their little show.

It reminded Morena of the time they all went to the theater when visiting Baldur’s Gate since Uncle Astarion’s sister Violet had been in one of the shows–except her father wasn’t as good at acting as the performers at the theater had been… he didn’t have the talent needed, Morena thought as she listened to him.

“If they fight a dragon, I want to see it! Morie, do they fight a dragon? Do you know? You read this book before, you would know!” The boy asked his little sister quite eagerly.

Bryony raised an eyebrow as she looked at the three-year-old girl. Between her and her five-year-old brother, neither of them knew how to read yet, they couldn’t even process the words when she was trying to teach them. “Read it?”

All these distractions caused Morena to frown, especially with the things her mother was saying and the questions Silas was now asking of her. “Papa, you spoiled the book! This happens every time I pick a book!” She said, shaking her head. “Grandmama read it for me last time she watched us!”

That answered that question, and Bryony shrugged to Gale’s question about the contents being too violent for their children. “As long as we don’t make it too serious it will be fine, I promise.” She tried to reassure her husband and gave him one of her charming smiles.

“Oh, alright… but any nightmares of slain dragons are not on my hands.” Gale made sure to give this disclaimer as he tried to find his place once more in the book laid on the floor in front of them.

“I wanna slay a dragon like a knight!” Silas called out before anyone could read again.

Morena shushed him, wanting the story to continue. If the knight was on his way to save the princess, then that meant the princess would soon be here. Unsurprisingly, that was her favorite character.

Silas was about to start fighting his sister when he caught a look of his mother’s expression, one that told him that it was time to settle down, to not start arguments with his little sister. After all, this was their bedtime story, not a daytime story.

The children all sat quietly as they listened to their parents and watched their mystical illusions dance across the room above their heads, all while keeping it family-friendly enough when a knight was slaying a beast as fierce as a dragon of course! Gale couldn’t have anything too violent in this home for his little angel’s eyes to see at their ages.

By the time the story had ended and the illusions of princesses, dragons and knights, and happily ever afters, little Tarynn had her head lying against Gale’s leg as she had been lulled to sleep by the pretty illusions and soothing familiar voices that belonged to her parents.

Gale picked her up carefully, cradling the sleeping child in his arms as Bryony grabbed the book from the floor in order to put it away. “Did you enjoy the story?” He asked both Morena and Silas, who couldn’t deny that they were both now ready for bed.

With a yawn and a sleepy rub of her eyes, Morena nodded. “I like having something to watch with the story… it’s like the theater.” She told him with a fondness behind her soft and sleepy voice. She always talked about the theater… they would have to take her back sometime soon. Maybe Morena would grow to be an actress.

“Ah, yes, the theater! We’ll have to have stories like this more often. Now, why don’t we get you all settled into bed?” Gale looked between the two older children as they got off the floor and began to head down the hall.

While passing by the shelves where Bryony had returned the book, Gale leaned in to give her a quick kiss. “The kids seemed to have so much fun with that story, we need to use our magic more often.”

“We certainly do… Now, let’s get them to bed, so we can have some fun using magic as well.” Bryony couldn’t help but tease her husband, loving the way a blush always spread across his face.

“I like the way you think, my love. I like the way you think.” Gale said with a grin, and with that he was off to make sure all of their children were in bed safely and soundly.

[sarahlizziewrites]

OC Kiss Week 2024 Masterpost!

Day 1 - “Almost” - Trixanra Ajisai x Taleigh - The Adventures of Sitora Lux

Day 2 - “Rain” - Edward Soames x Matthew Raynott - Grey-Sky Lark

Day 3 - “Sunrise” - Sitora Lux x Raelynn Thenorin - The Adventures of Sitora Lux

Day 4 - “Lost” - Cassandra V’Ardenne x Salthawk Harley - Brazen Sparrow

Day 5 - "Darkness" - Jacques de Éloïe x Silas Chrissie - Chrissie's of London

Day 6 - "Reach" - Silas Chrissie x Loretta Chrissie (Cramps) - Chrissie's of London - ART

Day 7 - "Dare" - Dr Williamson Jones x Navraj Choudhury - Til Death Do Us Part

[rachel-raven]

Vampire Dean x OC

Love and Fangs

OC name: Riley Sila

face claim: Effy Stonem

(Set in season 6)

Summery:

What if there was never really a cure?

What if it just toned the hunger down for a while. What if the Winchester brothers were sent on a mission by Crowley to find out what was going on in Texas?

Yet when investigating Deans hunger grows, attacking Riley Rose Sila, a girl who was going through severe depression and anxiety, intrusive thoughts scattering her head.

Chapter 1

First attack

It was night just like almost every attack, A couple was walking around, the female clinging onto the males arm, skeptically looking around. Her irises changing slightly towards much darker ones, needle like teeth poked through her gums, before turning back to her "partner" smiling at him "let's turn in here my love" the girl spoke in a southern accent, only for the male to look at her and nod, turning into an alleyway, holding his hand over her ones. This is only for her to pin him up to the wall, eyes staring at him, turning full on grey, watching the male fade into stone, his mouth held open into a scream expression, before crashing to the ground breaking into pieces, blood splashed onto the walls and floor.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Dean Winchester and Sam Winchester, two full grown adults had been given another case for the second time in a month. It was supposed to be them finding out who is killing all of these family members. They didn't think that they were to be in Texas. It was morning now, they were in FBI suits, fake badges in their pockets, walking in the alleyway to the crime scene, stopping in front of the cops. “Agent Daniel whittclof and Agent Samuel Whittclof, we're here to investigate the murder” The head of the police looked up slowly, giving a soft nod. “So your what the FBI brought down now” the cop groaned slightly “Michael Sila, ex husband of Serena Mary and father of Riley Sila. ”

Meanwhile, in a street of Texas, was a house with a family of two, Riley sila and Serena Mary, Riley loved her father with all her heart, but on the other hand her mother didn't. Riley has been suffering with severe depression and anxiety for years now, there's been so many incidents when she's tried to just end it, but has never been able too, so she resulted towards drinking, smoking and doing some drugs, just so the pain could go away, whilst listening to sad music. She splashed her spoon around in the milk, not feeling particularly hungry.

At this moment she wasn't expecting anyone to be knocking at her home, until the door knock went, her mother opening the door, raising her eyebrow. Riley perked her head up before shrugging and looking back down, continuing with messing with her food. “Hello miss Mary? Can we come in, we're here to talk to you about your previous ex husband Michael. ” the taller male spoke in a calm tone, showing her their badges. It seemed as if her scent was a wave, washing over the smaller male, as he gulped, looking away quickly.

“of course, but why shall we talk about him? ” her mother asked, letting them in. “We found him in pieces but when the doctors put all of the pieces back together, it was evidently your ex husband. ” this only made Riley look up in confusion and concern, before looking down, her leg bouncing with the nervousness she was feeling.

“may my brother talk to your daughter? ” the younger male asked “oh of course please go on” she spoke. The older yet shorter male nodded walking over to the daughter. “Hello my name is Daniel Whittclof, I'm an FBI agent, do you mind if we go somewhere more comfortable and private? ” he asked. Only to relieve a nod as response. As Riley got up leading him round a corner and up the stairs before going to the bathroom.

“What was your relation with your father? ” “It was good, he was kind, gave me anything I needed whether it was mentally or not, especially when I was going through being bullied” she spoke mumbling, the shorter female may be around the same age as the male she was talking to but she just didn't have money to move out, nor did she want to trust herself by her own. The male nodded “How old are you exactly? ”27....”

Meanwhile downstairs the younger yet taller male was talking to the mother. As the mother spoke about what went on, “My daughter loved her father, he did anything for her, but he was still a drunky nonetheless, so we got into fights, we knew it wasn't good for her, but I gave birth to her young, when we both came parents we were both young around fifteen at least. So we got a divorce, yet it made her worse, she began getting intrusive thoughts and started to do anything she could think of to silencet hem, only to turn to alcohol, smoking and drugs.” the mother spoke.

This was until there was a loud crash yet no scream. Sam simply just raced up the stairs to the bathroom, he saw dean latched onto the woman's neck, blood covering both of them, before Sam pushed him away, telling his brother to wash up, before turning towards the girl and sighing, grabbing some toilet paper, wetting it and wiping away the blood.

To be continued

[tricks-n-illusions]

[Ref] - [Character Tag] - Lune Farrier - The Catalyst of Change

Name: Lune Farrier Universe: Current Universe Status/Trainer: Trainer + Palkia Familiar Pronouns: He/Him Type of Pokemon: Mimikyu - Human-Turned Ghost

Age: Child (8 years old) Height: 1'9" (53 cm) Deity Pact: Palkia

Type: [Ghost] [Fairy] Nature: Sassy - Often lost in thought Ability: Disguise Spzd. Move:

 Illusion - Failing Illusion [Ghost]: The user can use Illusion much like a Zorua, however, it tends to be more prone to failing. It often flickers or altogether breaks exposing the user’s true form.

Moveset:

Copy Cat [Normal]: The user mimics the move used immediately before it. This move fails if no other move has been used yet.

Shadow Sneak [Ghost]: The user extends its shadow and attacks the target from behind. This move always goes first.

[X] Shadow Claw [Ghost]: The user attacks by slashing the target with a sharp claw made from shadows. This move has a heightened chance of landing a critical hit.

Destiny Bond [Ghost]: If the user is knocked out after using this move, the Pokémon that knocked it out will also faint. This move’s chance of failing rises if it is used in succession.

[Mark of Palkia] - Lune belongs to the God Palkia, his connection with them seems to be very spotty at best.

[Familiar Pendant - Eternus] -  A strange pendant gifted to Lune by Palkia, It helps him control his familiar and channel its magic. It looks to be fading into grey, and its familiar partly locked away.

[Defining Traits]

Lune is a Mimikyu in a Zoura suit.

Lune only follows Silas because he wants something from him

[Major Facts]

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[Minor Facts]

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[Important History] - [Present Day] 

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[fatherson-showdown]

I POSTED THIS TO THE WRONG FUCKING BLOG neways heres the contestants list. decided to stick with a "one duo per fandom" rule for this but i didnt have enough so i ended up adding two criminal minds submissions

ill reblog this with the list of matchups once i finish randomizing them all

extremely long post warning eloel (please tell me if i got the father-son order wrong i dont know like half of these people)

The Spy and The Scout/Jeremy (Team Fortress 2)

Pigsy and MK (Lego Monkie Kid)

Dr. Eggman and Metal Sonic (Sonic franchise)

Darius Deamonne and Hunter (The Owl House)

Kohachi Inugami and Kabane Kusaka (Kemono Jihen)

Hueso and Leo (Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles)

Bowser and Bowser Jr. (Mario franchise)

Lord Garmadon and Lloyd Garmadon (Ninjago)

Brom and Eragon (The Inheritance Cycle)

Prince Robot IV and Squire (Saga)

Alfred Pennyworth and Bruce Wayne (Batman franchise)

Dustfinger and Farid (Inkheart trilogy)

Victor Frankenstein and his Monster (Frankenstein)

Domingo Montoya and Inigo Montoya (The Princess Bride)

Silas and Bod Owens (The Graveyard Book)

John Reckless and Jacob Reckless (Mirrorworld)

Conrad Grayson and Daniel Grayson (Revenge)

Denver and Moscow (La Casa de Papel)

Atticus Finch and Jem Finch (To Kill a Mockingbird)

Dunstan Thorn and Tristran Thorn (Stardust)

Phil Dunphy and Luke Dunphy (Modern Family)

Link and Scout (Grey's Anatomy)

Tony DiNozzo Sr. and Tony DiNozzo Jr. (NCIS)

Jason Gideon and Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds)

Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader and Luke Skywalker (Star Wars franchise)

Morland Holmes and Sherlock Holmes (Elementary)

Wednesday and Shadow Moon (American God)

The Cigarette Smoking Man and Fox Mulder (The X-Files)

Leto Atreides and Paul Atreides (Dune)

Mufasa and Simba (The Lion King)

Baloo and Mowgli (The Jungle Book)

Aslan and Peter (The Chronicles of Narnia)

John Parry and Will Parry (His Dark Materials)

Anansi and Charlie (Anansi Boys)

General Tilney and Henry Tilney (Northanger Abbey)

Arthur Pendragon and Mordred (Arthuriana)

Denethor and Faramir (Lord of the Rings)

Gepetto and Pinocchio (Pinocchio)

Heathcliff and Linton Heathcliff (Wuthering Heights)

Marlin and Nemo (Finding Nemo)

Brás' father and Brás de Oliva Domingos (Daytripper)

Kratos and Atreus (God of War)

Gregory Edgeworth and Miles Edgeworth (Ace Attorney)

Goofy and Max (A Goofy Movie)

Son Goku and Son Gohan (Dragon Ball)

Greg Universe and Steven Universe (Steven Universe)

Mr. Ping and Po (Kung Fu Panda)

Stoick the Vast and Hiccup (How to Train your Dragon)

Kumatetsu and Kyūta (The Boy and the Beast)

Aku Aku and Crash Bandicoot (Crash Bandicoot)

Lawrence Fletcher and Phineas Flynn and Ferb Fletcher (Phineas and Ferb)

Professor Kukui and Ash Ketchum (Pokemon)

William Afton and Michael Afton (Five Nights at Freddy's)

Lucifer and Satan (Obey Me!)

Ozai and Zuko (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

Benzo and Ekko (Arcane)

Dad Egbert and John Egbert (Homestuck)

Lord Death and Death the Kid (Soul Eater)

George and Lance and Bow (She-ra and the Princesses of Power)

Jake the Dog and Kim Kal Whan (Adventure Time)

Henry Fisher and Sal Fisher (Sallyface)

Asgore Dreemurr and Asriel Dreemurr (Undertale)

Gomez Addams and Pugsley Addams (The Addams Family franchise)

Will LaMontagne and Henry (Criminal Minds)

[sweatforged]

@wxldhxrt; post invasion

it  appeared  that  since  the  group  of  norse  gods  had  invaded  the  godlings'  camp,  silas  was  ...  less  himself.  most  wouldn't  know,  other  than  to  find  the  spot  usually  occupied  by  him  at  the  training  grounds  vacant,  or  maybe  the  lack  of  home-cooked  food  spread  among  camp  was  noticeable,  but  otherwise  ..  the  kratos  son  himself  wouldn't  imagine  his  absence  to  be  known. 

  his  closest  companions  had  invaded  his  cabin,  had  made  a  home  inside  alongside  him  against  his  will,  mind  you  &  sent  him  out  to  clear  his  head,  touch  grass  (whatever  the  fuck  that  meant)  &  breathe  in  some  fresh  air.  to  the  woods...  he'd  go.  he  had  enjoyed  the  life  of  a  hermit,  though  abandoning  his  scheduled  routine  was...  a  grave  mistake  he'd  find  out  soon. 

  for  now,  he'd  stroll  through  the  woods  -  grey's  favorite  place  to  be  &  he  wondered  if  the  young  godling  was  around.  maybe  he  had  the  wolves  with  him.  silas  could  ...  do  with  some  furry  cuddles.  not  that  he'd  ever  tell  that  to  anybody.  seeing  a  squirrel  up  in  a  tree,  silas  eyed  it  ...  closely.  "you  ain't  one  o'  greys,  are  ya?"

[tosimfinityandbeyond]

our little seb, 4 months old already stealing hearts. @simmingwiththetide

[failed-mad-scientist]

Jean Grey - Thony Silas

[thewhitehotroom]

Jean Grey by Thony Silas.

[a-phoenixfire]

                                                                                                         ❝ ｔｈｅ ｅｎｄ ❞

music inspiration.

For years you hear how love can change you, mould you into someone you never knew would exist. Love. Can either break you or make you, I’ve listened to my parents say more than once. I don’t know how long they’ve held onto each other. How much they’ve changed and continued to love one another. I only ever hoped my sisters would find that sort of love, never did I think I would too.

Craning my head to look up at the galaxy above, I watched as a shooting star shot through the sky. “Come to me.” I beckoned him to come forward. Bringing him into the dream world where we could be together one final time.

I felt him fall, and I heard them begging for him to wake up. My warm breath mixed with the cold air. I listened for him to come, to come and find me at the place where we first met. A cliff that overlooked the sea. The sounds of the waves crashing against the jagged rocks below. The difference now compared to then was the early morning air. The fresh dew on the grass. The sunrise peaking over the horizon.

Has it really been that long? I asked, closing my eyes reliving our first meeting. I was enraptured by him, captively his and his alone. I was foolish. I thought regretting my decisions to not end it sooner with the girl I believed was my plan. Perhaps that big old dragon was right. I wouldn’t have been happy… not in the way she deserved. I thought, looking down to the violent waves below.

“You… were my plan…” I whispered, forming the galaxy in my hand. “My galaxy…” I turned my hands and watched as the magic evaporated. I watched as the magic coursed through the veins in my hands, how rare and unusual it was. How one small choice can impact your life. Just like love. I reminded myself, lifting my head hearing the snap of a branch behind me. Turning slowly lowering my gaze to the ground. I looked up, watching him through my lashes as he broke through the thick of the forest.

“Little Prince.” The nickname he’d given me so many moons ago. My lips twitched and curled into a grin. His curious eyes warmed my heart. I couldn’t move from where I stood, and I knew why, but he didn’t. “I haven’t seen you in a few days, are you alright?” He asked as I nodded slowly, keeping silent for the moment.

I soaked in his presence as they may as well be my last. I listened to him speak, how full of love his tone was. He doesn’t know. I mused, bringing my hands together watching as he tentatively came forward. Concern crossing his visage as I stayed silent. “Little Prince?” He asked, reaching for my cheek. I closed my eyes in response, ignoring the pain I felt throughout my body.

“I love you," I whispered, reaching for him but unable to grasp anything, at least for the moment. No… not yet. I mused, searching his eyes. They were patient, despite his concern. Full of affection and patience. I watched as he looked at me confused now, feeling as if he were being pulled forcefully away. “Not yet,” I whispered, reaching for him and pulling him into my chest. “I’m not finished yet.” Silas’ arms wrapped around my waist, confused. Presuming, he must have thought this encounter was strange.

“Aidran, what’s wrong?” He wondered, reaching up to cup my cheek again. My eyes closed to the contact again, wondering how I could tell him this wasn’t a dream. Neither of those were dreams. They were us, pulled in by our connection together. I looked up at him listlessly, taking a shaky breath as I clutched the collar of his jacket.

“I had to see you one more time,” I whispered only making him more confused. “What are you talking about, Little Prince,” Silas asked, searching for anything to give him answers. “We’ll always find each other... I’m sure of it.” I whispered, pressing my forehead against his. Explaining everything to him.

To the first time, we’ve met, to the night we spent on another cliff, taking part in each other’s pleasures before it abruptly ended. How tantalizing he was the way he moved in the sparring ring, the grin on his lips as we danced in the kitchen. My head tilted as I reached to cup his cheek. How beautiful he looked at our wedding. I explained how everything wasn’t a dream, and it was just my connection to him that brought us together.

I watched as he looked at me, confused as everything reeled in. “No… it’s just a dream.” I silently shook my head, pressing my hand over his chest. My hand glowed as I sent a jolt of magic into his heart where he’d feel it flutter, but his body would shake uncontrollably for a quick moment.

To those that tried to rouse him from his sleep, they saw his body shake, and the light over his heart erupt. “It can’t be.” He whispered tearfully. “You were my light in my darkest time.” I tilted his chin up. My forehead pressed against his, feeling his warm breath on my lips. When he pulled away, I heard him gasp and reach up to my face frantically. Afraid he’d hurt me. His palm was covered in the fresh blood that covered my face.

“Aidran.” He cried out my name. “Be happy… promise me, you’ll be happy.” I whispered, feeling him pull further away from me as my legs gave out. Falling to my knees, I reached up, curling my fingers around his waistband with both of his palms catching my face. “I don’t know how,” Silas whispered.

“I’ll always find you…” I whispered, watching as he knelt down before me. His lips barely pressing against my own. Behind us, the meteor shower began. My plan to show him ruined as I kneeled there covered in my own blood. Looking down to my hands, I pulled one palm over the other and spread them out slowly as the galaxy formed in my hand again.

“You’re my galaxy… it was never Mai… it was you.” I whispered, looking up at him as I passed it to him. “My Sweet Prince.” I felt myself become weaker as I fell into his chest, listening to his heart one more time. “I will always find you…” My mind slowly wasted away as I became less responsive to his cries and his shakes.

“Wake up. Little Prince… Aidran… wake up!” I heard him say one more time feeling his chest lift and fall frantically as he did his best to keep me conscious. “I love you.” I choked out one last time. “I love you, Aidran, I love you. Stay with me.” He begged, feeling the connection we held together shatter.

I watched from a distance as he held onto my lifeless body. Is this what it’s like? Watching from the other side? I wondered, walking towards him. I listened to him, begging, crying, rocking his and my body back and forth. I’m sorry I wasn’t strong enough. I mused crouching beside him and reaching over to touch his cheek.

Forgive me. Was the last thing I was able to think of before the connection broke a final time. Pulling my lifeless body into a wormhole leaving Silas there reaching frantically for something I wasn’t anymore. Turning away for the last time, I listened to his own heart shattering behind me. I love you, I’ll always love you. I whispered, hoping he could at least hear it for the final time before the connection pulled him out as well.

Waking up in the real world with tears streaming down the side of his face. The loss of a soulmate shattering his heart. In his hand was a glass formation and if tossed into the air. The stars in the galaxy would align themselves to the first night they met, and, in his heart, he’d feel Aidran with him. In his mind, he’d hear and see him telling Silas that he loved him and always will. “My Sweet Prince.” Was the final thing he’d hear in his mind.

@silas-daneson-grey​ brief mentions @timeless-delights​ & @mairead-greum​