#silva talks nonsense

[silvashapeshifter]

only evil thoughts behind those eyes

[silvasreblogs]

offend a witch i must, for my final self I'll become.

being turned into a dragon as a punishment is so inherently funny. we’re sentencing you to become a beautiful magical creature that can live indefinitely and breathe fire and kill men with your bite. oh nooooooooo. anything but thattttttt. bad news, I’m a reptile. good news, I no longer have to pay my tithe to the church.

[silvashapeshifter]

even tho this is so cool to see people (i'm following) exploring canon infos and being so involved in the fandom and analysing characters with mind-blowing headcanons, i feel like i'm not involved enough in the fandom/canon. i'm unable to think about developped headcanons or smart thoughts about a character, unable to explore their potential. HOW DO YOU DO PEOPLE ???

also i would love to infodump about my OCs like i do to my friends on Discord but i'm scared they wouldn't be developed enough, or not good enough, or cringe, or lame, or that i do not deal with their issues properly and that it can be offensive somehow ..... i'm so impressed by people on Tumblr, especially knowing that some of them are MUTUALS WITH ME ???? ((like why ??/pos i feel honoured but i need to know why i'm somehow interesting enough to your eyes so you follow me ?? i'm literally no one ???? i don't produce interesting content or headcanons ?? just some unfinished poorly photographed drawings twice a month and rambling))

tbh i fear that if i open up too much while literally anyone can see what i post here ((even tho i doubt that would interest anyone lol)) i expose myself to hate or harsh criticism...

anyway that was my little vent session i admire y'all 🙏 byyye

[anoddopal]

Take a gander at what has emerged from my drafts!! Finally getting around to posting the Post-Timeskip refs for Bun--

Artwork for Bun's Human-Beast; ie Bun-Beast form done in colaberation with @sun-uwu-kong!! [Please be sure to check out his blog if you like his work!]

🔽🔽!!Detailed Profile Below!! ⬇️⬇️

・❥・Name: Bun-Bun Silva [“Silver”] ・❥・Moniker: “Lucky Lepus” ・❥・Age: 27 [ Pre-Timeskip], 29 [pictured; Post-Timeskip] ・❥・Devil Fruit: Rabbit-Rabbit Fruit, Model: Wolpertinger ・❥・Haki: Conquer’s Haki; which Bun is able to utilize with limited ability. Mainly it contributes largely to how bun can both tame - and harness strong understandings with - the many creatures of the world. Alas, Bun never received the proper training to have complete mastery over her talent, which means it can’t be utilized to its fullest potential. Notably, Bun can only be formidable with her Haki subconsciously/in a signification state of distress. Bun is completely unaware of her ability- as are most others. ・❥・Spouse: La.ffitte ・❥・Affiliations: The Bl.ackbeard Pirates ・❥・Relevant Arcs: [Pre]A.labasta, J.aya, Post-En.ies Lobby, Ma.rineford, Post-War, [TIMESKIP], D.ressrosa, Z.ou, W.ano, Eg.ghead

・❥・Bunself: ・The very same Bun-Bun Silva that everyone knows and loves! Ah, granted, this version of Bun harbors a few negative traits, a few bad habits that come to the surface more often than even she would like to admit. Oh what, did you expect Bun to be nary a flaw? What a naive assumption to make. Regrettably, Bun is as human as the rest of us… ・If one is unlucky enough to cross paths with a Bla.ckbeard Pirate, then Bun is just about the only one a person would “want” to run into. She never quite got on board with the whole “pirating” profession. A simple offering will do in place of actual pillaging— Complimentary meals, free services, generous gifts from shops and vendors; nothing that would put too much of a hole in a business’ profits. And individuals/their residences [save for the immensely, ridiculously wealthy] will not be bothered at all. Areas of an island where she has personally wandered through usually remain surprisingly intact, and no worse off. Mostly, she just wants to be left alone when going about her day. ・Bun is still nice to those around her as a default. And more importantly, Bun is still kind. It is immensely difficult for her to be unkind… without a worthy reason, of course. Bun has changed- depending on whom you ask; for the better or the worse. And yet, some things never do change. She will always be soft for those who need it. She will always take the time to put a baby bird back in its nest, or carefully usher a wayward insect back outside. ・But be ever mindful about rubbing Bun the wrong way. Bun has a bit of a temper broiling beneath the surface. Mind you, it takes quite a bit of pushing to get bun to that point, but once somebody has… there is no reversing what has been done. No one really ever knows what to expect when Bun is pushed past the threshold, though a grand scale explosion is always an inevitable certainty. The fallout after the fact is a degree of consequence that many aren’t prepared to cope with. It behooves those in her presence to ensure they stay off of her shit list. ・An audacious little bucket of sass; even more so after eating the Rabbit-Rabbit Fruit, Model: Wolpertinger. Bun has always been playful, if not a bit verbally impish. However, after spending all of her time amongst a crew of morally corrupt pirates who encourage every maladjusted trait bun boasts, she’s become a bit of a mouthy menace. ・Bun is never to be underestimated. Do not be deceived by her tiny frame and innocent appearance; do not think for a second she’s any less capable of impossible feats than her devious associates. This prey animal bites back- and she’ll take a chunk outta ya when she does so, too.

For more overall info in regard to this version of Bun; please check out the #Forbidden Fruit AU tag on my blog! A few important info dumps are:

・On Bun's Dynamics with the crew [1], [2], [3]

・On Bun's thoughts on Teach [1]

[bows-n-fluff]

I heavily headconon Nozel actually being protective of Noelle when she's not around.

Like:

Solid: Noelle doesn’t deserve to be a Silva!

Nozel: And you don’t deserve to talk. Yet here we are.

Nozel: You wouldn’t. You’ve never cared about anything but yourself.

Nebra: I don’t get why you even care about Noelle.

Solid: Noelle’s just an embarrassment to the family.

Nozel: Not as embarrassing as losing to her in combat.

Nebra: Noelle is such a weakling.

Nozel: Interesting. Coming from someone whose only skill is disappearing when things get serious.

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Random Noble: It’s pathetic how long it took her to control her magic.

Nozel: It’s pathetic how long you’ve existed without contributing anything of value.

Random Noble: She’ll never be a true Silva.

Nozel: And you’ll never be anything but a roach wearing noble robes.

Random Noble: If I were you, I’d have thrown her out years ago."

Nozel: If I were you, I’d be grateful no one has thrown you off a cliff yet. Though that luck is running incredibly low.

Random Noble: She’ll never be strong enough to stand among real nobility.

Nozel: And you’ll never be strong enough to crawl out of the dirt where you belong. Who am I kidding? Even dirt is like diamond compared to you.

Random Noble: Noelle should have been cast aside.

Nozel: You should have been buried. But it’s never too late to correct a mistake.

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(After the whole megicula thing)

The same noble: So what? Noelle is-

Nozel: [Pointing daggers of mercury less than a millimeter away from their face.]

Nozel, Nebra, & Solid, in perfect unison: Get her name out of your filthy mouth you vile, wretched rat.

Solid: What do you think you're doing talking shamelessly about a royal? I don't remember giving you permission.

Nebra: She sacrificed too much for your lazy ass to sit back so don't you ever make the mistake of spewing that nonsense.

Nozel: [Death glares].

[silvashapeshifter]

i go to jail for my butch lesbian dragon OC ?? injustice, she couldn't commit arson yet !!

i took the liberty of joining sorry

@milesmedraloza-ramble @la-creatrice @nysislost @vanitythevantropist @who-is-this-weirdo (/nf) + anyone who wants to join !!

Found this on Twitter, so I thought, why not posting it here and doing a tag game 😊

Ok, I’ll go first

If he is the reason, I’d go to prison gladly 🥰❤️‍🔥

Tagging: @killerqueen-ofwillowgreen @nic-214 @milkyway-ashes @dr-radiation @whitequeen-ofwillowgreen @sunsetdaydreamer @therockywhorerpictureshow @delicatelyfantasticninja and everyone 😊

Sorry if I forgot to tag some of you!

[allthebrazilianpolitics]

Milei has nothing to apologize to Lula for, says Spokesman Adorni

Brazilian President Luiz Inácio Lula da Silva insisted that he was not talking to his Argentine counterpart Javier Milei until the latter apologized to him and his country for his derogatory remarks during last year's campaign in which the Libertarian leader spoke of a “corrupt Communist” while remaining close to Lula's adversary and then incumbent Jair Bolsonaro.

“I did not talk to the president of Argentina because I think he should apologize to Brazil and to me. He said a lot of nonsense. I just want him to apologize. I love Argentina, it is a country that I like very much, it is a very important country for Brazil, and Brazil is very important for Argentina. It is not a president of the Republic who is going to create tares between Brazil and Argentina,” Lula said Wednesday.

But, in Buenos Aires, Presidential Spokesman Manuel Adorni said there was “nothing to regret,” thus upping the diplomatic tension between South America's largest two countries. In Adorni's words, Milei did nothing “to regret, for now.”

“Whatever President Lula wants is within his wishes and we respect him, but the President has not committed anything he has to regret, at least for now,” Adorni argued during his traditional morning press briefing. Adorni also said both leaders crossed paths for the first time ever during the G7 summit in Italy and greeted each other “cordially as befits two presidents of two nations.” They are to meet again at the July 8 Mercosur Summit in Paraguay “unless something changes,” Adorni also explained. Despite Adorni's statement, they were not seen exchanging any words and there are no photographs of the two of them together.

Continue reading.

[sorin-sunchild]

Ok ok, one more, because it really gets my brain stirring. More Lovecraft in the style of a TMA statement.

Statement of Joe Czanek, regarding a terrible old man. Original statement given April 12th, 1948. Audio recording by Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London.

Statement begins.

'My name is Joe Czanek. I am or I was in the business of crime. Thievery, nothing heavier. You might find it hard to believe but I'm an empathetic man by nature and I don't like business too sordid. In fact I often urged my collegues - Angelo Ricci and Manuel Silva - to do their duty as gently as possible.

We were looking for easy marks in Kingsport, Massachusetts, when information of the Terrible Old Man came to us. That's what everyone called him, by the way, not just myself. He was an old sea captain and had been there in his house longer than many of the buildings around him had been around. Nobody seemed to know his true name but they did know many others things about him.

Two of these facts held no great interest to us, it was the last which did. The first fact was that he had, in his garden of gnarled trees, painted idols of origins unknown. They could have been gods or daemons, but they were painted in great and fearsome detail and scared away most of the young boys who dared each other to knock on the door or throw rocks at the windows.

The older and nosier amoungst them reported peeking in the windows and spying several glass bottles upon the ground, hanging inside of which were pendulums of lead suspended by string. The Terrible Old Man would talk to them, addressing them by names such as Jack, Scar-face, Long Tom, Spanish Joe, Peters and Mate Eliss. Supposedly the pendulum would vibrate in response as if talking back to him.

'Superstitious nonsense', Angelo said, 'they've been reading too much about witches and daemons'. I believed him then. Now, I'm not so sure.

The last and most important fact for us was that the Terrible Old Man had no bank account and instead paid all of his bills with Spanish silver and gold coins. If that were so then he must have it in his house with him.

Angelo and Manuel were to gain entry to the home and persuade the Terrible Old Man to reveal the location of his wealth. He was so old and feeble it was sure to be easy to...convince him and stiffle any cries that might occur during the...conversation.

I was to be the getaway driver. I pulled the van up close to the Terrible Old Man's back door, that would be on Ship Street, if that matters. I heard them knock on the front door and their voices and that of the Terrible Old Man briefly before the door was closed again.

After a while I heard pained screams and cries rise up into the air. They were almost inhuman and made me shiver but also, cross. I had asked them to not bother him too hard. A feeble old man like that did not need us to hurry him on to his grave. Eventually the cries grew silent and I waited, watching the back door.

It felt like aeons that I waited there. I wondered if they had gone too far and ended the Terrible Old Man's life before he could reveal the location of the coins, thus necessitating a full search of the house. I didn't like waiting here so long, with the moonlight casting strange shadows through those gnarled trees.

Finally I heard the sound of bolts being drawn and sat up a little straighter, readying the engine. It was not my fellows who stood at the door though. It was the Terrible Old Man. He smiled at me with a mouthful of sharp crooked teeth and in the light of the lamp he held I saw that his eyes were a bright and hideous yellow.

I drove away as quickly as I could. I heard they, Angelo and Manuel that is, were found horribly mutilated, but I didn't stick around after that night. It's been years since I felt brave enough to talk about it. I don't know if it's done any good to do so. But it's out and I feel better for it. After all, the Terrible Old Man is long in his grave by now...hopefully.'

Statement ends.

Mr Czanek's tale is simple and not very informative. I had Tim look up the town and he couldn't find a Kingsport Massachusetts in modern day, though there is one in Tennessee. Ancient newspaper archives revealed that there was once one in Massachusetts however, long since swallowed by the sea. One article in particular references Mr Czanek's partners.

It is dated January 28th, 1920. In it we hear that their bodies were found washed up on the shore, horribly slashed as if by some large beast. Residents also report hearing inhuman screams the night before their bodies were found. There is no mention of this 'Terrible Old Man' however, and no culprit was ever charged with the murders.

So, it is impossible to tell if anything truly supernatural happened to Mr Czanek and his partners, but they did at least exist and something happened which resulted in their grusome deaths. Perhaps there is more to this story but given it's age it's unlikely we'll get a follow up.

End recording.

[silvasreblogs]

okay i reblogged this 100+ time to calm down ig

this is (perhaps) my last slap to his

BIG

BALD

ASS

HEAD !!!!!!!

☆like to slap his bald head reblog to slap his bald head

Hdhdhdhdh you heard them

[silvashapeshifter]

am i building my characters mainly on songs lyrics, especially Muse's ? yes, absolutely. will i ever stop ? nope.

[sarahinara]

it's like 230am and I've already taken my meds but let's see how coherent I can manage to make this.

first oof omg. okay but the like. conflating of maine and the meta (with sigma & eventually the others) and the meta (without the ais) within fandom is so?? like distressing lmao.

the fandom wiki goes on and on about he was ambitious and conniving and power hungry but I just feel like that's so unfair?

because looking at the leaderboard across seasons nine and ten, I think the main reasons for him climbing the board are due to other people's actions and then like. taking a bullet or twenty to protect the briefcase/carolina during the terrible no-good very-bad heist™, and then once sigma gets involved it sure does seem like he does a lot of whispering in maine's ear. (the whole 'sic him' moment will never not be unsettling asdfghjkl)

BUT! but sigma was supposed to be carolina's and she gives him up so that maine can still communicate with the group but like. a decent majority of them can Already make sense of what he's saying? and sigma obviously has his own agenda like friendo iunno if your interpretation of what maine Means to say is wholly accurate.

I'm gonna get to Washington in a hot minute I just have a lot of feelings ;__; because he's got creativity&ambition via carolina, and then fear and happiness from her too. and then theta was next I think?? then gamma and omega, and finally delta? the order he acquires them in aren't intentional I'm sure but it still has me feeling like the pepe silva meme.

and he has So Many all at once? I mean there's that whole 'oh he was power hungry and that's why he&sigma are scooping all of the ais and tech up' but there's also that like. is it so wrong to want them to all be together? in the scheme of things? do they talk with one another in his head? is it Almost like being part of a team again? when does the mental exertion start to melt his brain and hollow him out into the seemingly single minded Meta? what was it like to suddenly have them all gone again? alone alone alone in his head and he can't even properly use his equipment anymore. absolute bullet in the kneecap no wonder he's so petulant and sassy to wash in s8.

anyways. pfl strong silent aggro tank maine and messy rookie 5ever washington make my heart hurt. they both (wash later, mostly) have that hair trigger tip into sudden sharp violence and Yet that 'my friends are in danger gotta toss myself in front of oncoming bodily harm bc that's how I operate' aspect to them as well. how washington is the only one still sitting in the lecture room while sigma fiddles around with the concept of metastability. like what was That about. those moments in s8 where it's almost back to normal exasperated banter? you can't see it but wash is prolly making exasperated lil bitchfaces all the time?

the whole. whose idea was it to bring the meta back along on the epsilon retrieval quest. his brain is prolly fried and he can't use his armor properly and his more than a little unstable. was it the chairman? surely he must have seen some sort of flaw in sending him back out there. was it washington? insisting that the shell of one of his dear friends needed to tag along with him? was there a trade thrown in there somewhere for maine's sake? would he have wasted away in some unsc prison somewhere if not?

wash knew the meta was likely going to try some nonsense when it came to epsilon (and later beta) and yet!!! and yet they're still a team and duoship weird not quite wary friends again not quite perfectly civil work partners. breaks my HEART!

anyways ;__;

okok putting my thoughts under a read more because this got long LMAO

pre-sigma maine (+wash)

YES justice for pre-sigma maine. when it come to the freelancers and the leaderboard, the only ones who reeeeeally cared about the rankings (that we saw) were carolina, south, and ct. the others mention it at points (york and north had a short convo about it), but they have the most reactions to changes/their placements on the board.

but maine? the guy who just does his job of kicking ass when asked? he’s not the one trying to jump off buildings and compete against his fellow agents (a la carolina after tex shows up), nor does he push himself to perform in the field (a la york after his eye injury). you’re absolutely right that maine probably  climbs the leaderboard because he’s just good at what he does.

I think that’s partially why I love the maine+wash duo so much—neither of them played to the project’s machinations of the leaderboard. wash comments so. many. times. about the absurdity of what they’re doing that partnering with maine is probably a breath of fresh air. no-nonsense, you-charge-ahead-I’ll-cover-the-field, oh-right-my-trackers-thanks—they know their strengths, that they’re good, and don’t need a leaderboard to tell them that.

post-sigma maine aka the meta

sigma is absolutely the source of any ambition for power in maine. at this point, the other AIs in use were omega, gamma, delta, and theta; tex probably didn’t talk to anyone about omega, gamma was just sorta odd, delta was calm but logical, and theta was unassumingly cute. maine didn’t have any reason to be overly cautious about sigma when he first got him, and sigma probably kept up pretences during their initial days in order to gain maine’s trust.

and then he has this AI, this piece of hardware wired into his brain and every thought—maybe sigma doesn’t interpret for maine 100% correctly, but he’s able to convince maine that he does. maybe sigma oversteps his boundaries as an AI, and goes down neural pathways he shouldn’t. then, when sigma whispers to maine, how is maine supposed to know if it’s the AI’s thoughts or his own?

I like to think that maybe that’s why he was able to have multiple fragments at once and still function, unlike carolina. whereas eta and iota kept to the AI-designated areas of their freelancer, sigma had such a handle on maine that his want to become human became maine’s as well, because suddenly he realizes that he feels the fragmentation as much as his AI does.

with each fragment he collects, maybe maine feels more whole despite the strain he’s putting on his body. each new voice in his head is like him remembering how to feel—happiness, fear, trust. when they talk to each other, it’s just like any other time he’s rationalized with himself.

this is when maine becomes the meta. when “maine”—everything he was before sigma was implanted—just becomes another fragment of the alpha, desperate for the other pieces that they lost. I don’t think meta is hollow-minded necessarily, but just an amalgamation that transforms maine away from what he once was.

post-meta maine (+wash)

the EMP goes off and it is so quiet.

I think maine is left reeling, still feeling like a fragment despite all biological evidence to the contrary, and doesn’t remember how to be human anymore. his combat abilities are deeply-ingrained muscle memory, but his thoughts? his emotion? the AIs were so intertwined with his mind that every flare of feeling is new and alarming.

then he meets S8 wash, and it only makes it so much worse. because the angry, betrayed man in front of maine is so conflicting with who he remembers, and he doesn’t have the capacity to process that. wash gives him an order and it’s so familiar and maine knows that he should trust wash, that he wouldn’t have hesitated once upon a time, but his mind is broken and all he can focus on is how quiet it is why can’t I trust you why can’t you trust anyone—

why does maine go with wash to search for epsilon? I think they’re both loose ends for freelancer, but neither with any lingering love for the project. wash is tired of it all; maine is a lost man wandering through each day. wash offers his efforts in exchange for his freedom; maine is offered freedom in exchange for his efforts. the chairman pairs them together because the records are clear—they were a good team, and they won’t come anywhere near freelancer after this.

I think if their goal was anything else, if they weren’t dealing with AIs, then maybe wash and maine could’ve come out from their mission a little better for it. his friend is broken but he’s here, and wash learns how to trust again when he feels that white armor pressing against his back in a firefight; his friend is broken but he’s here, and maine finds his own voice again when they’re killing time between objectives. with time, they both feel less alone.

but they were hunting epsilon, and this is maine’s chance to feel whole again, like how he felt when he had the fragments filling his head. there is no downtime, no chance for either of them to heal with their mission looming over their heads. maine might work with wash throughout S8, but when the opportunity presents itself to collect epsilon and beta? the opportunity to be human again?

he never had a choice.

[specialagentlokitty]

Saul Silva x reader - this empty space

Part six:

Saul started at the Queen and she started right back before gesturing to the school.

“Let’s take this somewhere quieter.”

Saul just nodded and followed her to the office so they could talk in privet along with Farah.

“Not that it isn’t nice to see you, but this is a bit unexpected. What’s this about?” Farah asked.

The queen hummed and turned to look out the window before pulling a folder from her bag and she turned around, walking over to the table to set it down.

“You’ve been conversing with a known criminal. And allowing students to do the same no less, that is unacceptable.” Luna stated.

“You knew (Y/N) was alive?” Farah asked.

“Of course, we’ve been keeping a close eye on them, doing surveillance and I want to know what you know. They’re up to something.”

Luna took the photos out, most of which were you swearing at the camera, some were you doing research, others were you meditating or a black image.

“I have reason ti believe they’re planning something big, and as the Queen, I am concerned for the safety of my realm.” She said.

“(Y/N) isn’t planning on attacking Solaria.” Saul frowned.

“And I am supposed to believe you? We know they’ve been doing something, and I demand to know what, it is a direct order from your Queen.”

Saul and Farah shared a look.

They didn’t have much choice, it was an order from their queen, and they had no right denying an order they knew that.

So the three of them sat down.

Saul was the one to explain everything that he knew was going on, and Farah explained what the students were doing there and how they had sought you out on their own.

“Please, we all know that is nothing but a nonsense curse Umbra talked about to scare Solaria into backing down.”

“We’ve seen it happen, one of the kings rose, if you go to his tomb you’ll find it empty.” Farah said.

“We have been, in fact, we’ve been to all of them, three of which apparently your outlaw friend has also visited.” Luna mused.

“They’re just trying to help the students.” Farah sighed.

Luna clasped her hands in her lap.

“They returned to a realm in which they have been forbidden to return, stepping across that barrier is a declaration of war and they know it.”

“You can’t be serious, (Y/N) isn’t trying to start a war.” Saul scoffed.

“They should have thought about that before they came across the barrier into my lands. I have placed soldiers at the remaining tombs in case you think about going to them, and my army is on its way to the border of Umbra and Solaria as we speak.”

“They’re just one person!” Farah yelled.

“They’re a murderer! They will either come willingly or not, and it is your job to bring them in.”

Luna smirked a little as she looked at the two teachers who realised that she was talking about.

“You can’t do this.” Saul said lowly.

“I can, and if you disobey this order it will be treated as treason.” Luna spoke.

She stood up, straightening her dress as she pulled her blazer back on again.

“You have ten minutes to be outside.”

With that she walked away, leaving the two teacher no choice but to get themselves ready and meet her in front of the cars.

Students were surrounding the area, trying to figure out what was going on and Stella rushed forward.

“Mum you can’t do this!”

“It is my duty to protect this realm and I will do what I must!” Luna hissed.

“They’re not a bad person!” Bloomed yelled.

“Silence! You do not get a say in this matter!”

The queen and her guards cars left and the students disbanded, all but Bloom, Stella, Terra, Musa, and Aisha.

“We need to warn (Y/N).”

“I can get us there.” Stella said.

The fairies rushed away, hoping they could beat the Queen and her army to you so they could give you a fair warning.

You were the only one helping them, who believed them about what was going on, they weren’t going to let you get in trouble just for helping them.

You stood in your bedroom window, gazing out at the gathering army in front of the barrier and you frowned a little.

You brought your hand up, surrounding the castle in mist, you left the bedroom, making your way down the hallway and opened the old door.

You heard a pounding on your door and you walked back to the top of the stairs.

“Enter!” You called.

You held your hands out ready, but dropped them when you saw the 5 students standing in your doorway.

“What are you doing?!” You hissed.

Rushing down, you grabbed them all and pulled them inside, slamming the door shut.

“How did you get in?”

“We broke the barrier before you covered it.” Terra explained.

“You cannot be here, especially you Stella, you will all be considered traitors, and turned into criminals. You’ll be turned in the moment you are back into solaria.”

“They’re sending an army after you, my mum intends to capture you, dead or alive.”

You nodded your head, making your way back up the stairs.

“I’m aware.” You called.

“We want to help you! You helped us!” Aisha called.

They followed you up the stairs and into the room you entered and looked around.

It was an armoury, hanging hold weapons and armour that looked like they hadn’t been used for decades.

“I will not have you go on the run because of me, I’ll give you an entrance to go back to Solaria, but you must leave.”

You pulled your hoodie off, and walked over to one of the armour stands, pulling the chest plate off and over your own head, fastening it up at the sides.

“Queen Luna won’t let us go after the kings.” Musa said.

“Then that is her mistake.” You replied.

Grabbing some wrist guards, you put them on under the sleeves of your shirt, and grabbed the belt, putting it on your walked away to the other side of the room.

“You’re just going to give in? After everything you’ve done to stay away for so long?” Bloom asked.

“No.”

You grabbed a scabbard, attaching it to the belt and walked over to them, gesturing for them to move they did, and you walked left the room.

Making your way down the stairs they followed you and you waved your hand in front of a wall, showing a single large door which you pushed aside.

“If Solaria, if Luna, wants a fight, it is what they will get.”

“You can’t take on the whole army!” Stella yelled.

“I have the better of 20 years of magic waiting to be used, the realms are full of untouched shadow magic, I have the upper side in everything but numbers.”

You walked into the room and to the middle where a single stand was, holding a single item.

You picked up a sword as black as coal.

You turned to looked at them, pulling on your gloves as you clasped your hands behind you back.

“If you decide to stay, you will be enemies of your realm. You will never be able to return, make your choice and make it wisely.”

You brushed past them and opened the door to the castle, waving your hand the mist vanished, and you stared at the army stood in front of the barrier.

The Queen of Solaria stood there and you walked down the steps, eyes fixated on her.

They turned red, and black mist surrounded you as you walked, shadows gathering at your feet as you walked down the pathway.

“You dare come to my doorstep with an army?” You snarled.

“You broke your exile, you entered Solaria, therefore initiated war with us.” Luna spoke.

You stood in front of the barrier.

“You have a growing threat inside your very home, yet you sit so high on your pedestal while your people know nothing. Those guards you placed will be slaughtered in a matter of minutes.”

“They’re trained.”

“Not against shadow magic, your family outlawed the very talk of it, therefore nobody knows the true threat the looms over their very homes.”

Luna scoffed.

“You stand here and talk, yet you harbour students from my school.”

She gestured behind you.

“They came of their own free will.”

“It could be seen as kidnapping.”

“They are free to leave.”

Farah stepped forward, holding her hand out.

“Come back before this gets out of hand.” She said to them.

“We won’t step aside while you threaten war on someone who’s done nothing wrong!” Bloom yelled.

“This is a criminal, nothing more. If you choose to stay the consequences will be far worse.”

“Then we won’t come back.” Stella said.

Luna rolled her eyes.

“You really think they’ll look after you? They’ll kick you out with nowhere to go.”

“I am not like you, if they wish to stay then that is their choice, they will be given rooms to stay. I will not abandon those who seek peace, safety.”

“They do not belong here.”

“Oh really?”

You stepped aside.

“Girls.”

They walked closer, showing the uniform they were wearing.

A crescent moon in the middle of their armour.

“Umbra, unlike Solaira, had armour for all its people. They have chosen to stay, therefore that makes them my people, and a ruler protects their people regardless of what it will cost them.”

You stepped in the way, blocking her view of the students.

“If you will not protect your people that is fine, I’m not one to tell you what to do, but perhaps you should consider what good your title of queen will do when your realm lays in ruins, it’s ashes burn the sky hiding the sun for decades to come, then old kings regain their land and force you to your knees.”

“You threaten me? What ground do you stand on?!” She yelled.

“I stand in the ground that you, Luna, are a coward. Nothing more, nothing less. You hide behind your army, because you know that is coming, and you know you cannot stop it, so you will do anything to protect yourself and only yourself. You are selfish.”

“I will have you killed right here.”

You smirked a little, raising your arms at your side and tilted your head a little, looking down your nose at her.

“Is this what you want Solaria?! Corruption?! Power?! If you wish to act like heroes, go ahead! But you blindly follow a Queen who could care less for your lives! You came here, armed to the teeth, yet you would barely last a second, I will wipe the field of you all if I do want!” You roared.

Black mist came rushing around your arms, building up behind the barrier.

“You will never rise again! You will never win this war!” You yelled.

Your red eyes bore into Luna’s.

“You have tried to kill me once before, do you really think that it would work a second time? I have more magic then you could ever hope, more power than you could dream of. Do you really want to loose your only defence because you’re a pathetic excuse for a fairy?” You asked.

She sneered at you, and you smirked back, releasing the magic.

You lowered your arms again.

“I hope your home smoulders, I hope it burns, and I hope you watch in horror knowing you could have done something to stop it. Now I request you leave me be, and you leave these girls alone.”

Luna took a step back, and she held her hand up, and Farah and Saul were pushed to their knees, swords held to their backs.

“Is that supposed to scare me? Go ahead, stab them. It has no meaning to me.”

“Give yourself up.” Luna warned.

“No.”

“You cannot hide here forever (Y/N)! Your power will run out.”

“Hm. No. It won’t.”

She growled and walked over, the guards hauled Saul out and she stood in front of him, looking at you.

“I warn you one more time.”

“An I tell you once again, no. I will not get on my knees for a queen who’s crown is tainted with innocent blood.”

Luna whispered something, and Farah’s head was shoved down, and all the guards closed their eyes and time seemed to freeze

[silvasreblogs]

THESE DESIGNS ARE SO SO SO SO COOL !!!!! THEY REALLY TRANSLATE EACH CHARACTER INTO THEIR WARRIOR CAT COUNTERPART VERY WELL !!!!!

also little theory about the "X" scar on Hollowspark, it's where his soul is supposed to be in their og design (the chest) so it's a cameo about it ! (the "hollow" in his name can also be one as well). plus i headcanon Ink to be trans or at least trans-coded (the whole _____/PRISM thing + his backstory) so seeing their cat version being trans is very delightful !

also idk why but i found the gradient on Dawnstar's tail so pretty i love his design, I love all these designs !!! also the fact that you can TELL just by looking to both their designs that Dawnstar and Nightstar are brothers is really cool as well. also until you mentioned i really thought the only reason we didn't saw Nightstar's little star mark was because of the scar, so i guess i'm like the other cats xD

also little question, idk what is wobbly cat syndrom, could you quickly explain it if possible ? /nf

anyway i eating all this and if you ever want to ramble more about them I'M ALL EARS >:3

WACA x UTMV Design Concepts

Batch 1

honestly have been going through a massive double fixations with utmv and warrior cats... and soo... i've come up with some designs mhehehe

i have some lore for ink, and honestly im thinking of writing some sort of crossover fanfic w/ this cause i think that would be fun!! ^_^

design notes/commentary under the cut!

DESIGN NOTES

Quick disclaimer: these designs are purely conceptual! They may change in the future :-)

HOLLOWSPARK (Ink!Sans)

With Ink's design, I really wanted to include important shapes/motifs in Ink's original design! So triangles, rectangles, etc.

I decided to make them a calico, since the splatters of colors on top of a white base correlated the closest to his OG design. Since male calicos are extremely rare, I decided to make him a trans tom, who goes by he/they!

He's also a Japanese Bobtail, since I believe the shapes & such work best with their character. Hollowspark has strong hind legs with a short tail. He is considered short compared to other average-sized cats.

They have some scars from a past encounter with a monster on the Thunderpath—this will later be explained in his backstory.

ECHOSTORM (Error!Sans)

With Echostorm, I wanted to incorporate strong square shape language. He has scruffy fur, a stocky build, and a short muzzle. He doesn't have a specific breed, but for sure has British Longhair genes!

He's a dark-grey tabby and black cat chimera—the black patches in his fur are meant to represent the errors/glitches in his OG design!

He has a cataract eye; he is blind in it. I thought this was a neat way to translate his white-pupiled squinty eye! His other eye is yellow.

Echostorm has wobbly cat syndrome, to further translate his glitchiness.

DAWNSTAR (Dream)

Dawnstar (formerly Dawnheart) is a tall, lanky oriental longhair. I decided to make his shapes more wispy/softer than his twin brother's, Nightstar! He is a golden tabby.

His eyes are the same shade as blue as Nightstar's. He is meant to embody positivity, calmness, and collectiveness.

The star on his forehead is the mark of a leader! It is not in his design before he is appointed.

NIGHTSTAR (Nightmare)

Nightstar (formerly Nightfall) is a very dark grey tabby oriental longhair. He is much more sharp and angular compared to his twin brother, Dawnstar. I wanted him to come off as villanous.

Half of his face was mauled off, replicating his gooped-over eye in his OG design! He is missing his eye, his ear, and some of his nose.

Unlike Dawnstar, Nightstar does not bore the mark of a leader. He is not a true leader, and never received his nine lives from StarClan. No cat can tell, though, because they believe it's simply disfigured by the scar.

WOO okay i'm done rambling... for now :3 lmk what y'all think of these designs !!! they were very fun to make, and more are to come! any ideas/suggestions are welcome!

[anoddopal]

🐰 Thoughts: [Pre]Alabasta/Alabasta Arc

[WAIT A SECOND OFFICER! I CAN EXPLAIN MYSELF! ➡️ The ritalin tells me what to write and I just spew out nonsense as it comes to me. Anyway, here goes a stim-induced attempt to express a bit more about how these two became an item.]

[POSSIBLE TW: One mention of n00dity, also kinda ominous language towards the end... Listen he's a liar but aside from that they go on to have a very unproblematic relationship!! He just has to be knocked down a peg first!!]

It all starts when Bun-Bun Silva is hired at Rain Di.nners [not Bar.oque Works] to care for the Banana Gators/Ban.anawani that surround the establishment. Prior to her filling the role, it was a difficult position to fill. A job like that isn't exactly an opportunity many people would jump at-- save for a smiling local who seems much more interested in staring at the beasts during the hiring process than looking another human directly in the eyes for longer than necessary.

She takes good care of those gators. Excellent care. She’s happy to show up to her job and do whatever is needed. There’s never a complaint from her end. A bit of a quiet enigma- Silva doesn’t talk much to anyone she crosses paths with at the casino, staff or otherwise. As he does with all of his employees, Cro.codile keeps tabs on her, especially since she’s responsible for the health of his beloved pets. Sometimes the warlord overhears her chattering away to herself/the ban.anawani… she says more to them in a day than she’s ever said to any person at Rain Di.nners during the several months she’s worked there.

She has to be some sort of spy. He’s certain of it. Nobody is that enthusiastic about working with a species of animal that most people run screaming from. This is all a sad attempt to infiltrate his organization.

But after calling her into his office for a little talk he realizes that there’s nothing malicious going on. She really is just a completely innocent, if not eccentric person. And once he asserts that fact, Silva is dismissed.

Or rather, she would be under any other circumstances. Normally, Cro.codile wouldn’t bother with more one-on-one interactions. He’s not a person who entertains potential wastes of his time.

But there’s a lot more going on there than she lets out during that meeting. He can tell. He just can’t tell what it is. And that bothers him. Cro.codile can see how well she works with his pets- the gators are unusually affectionate and happy when she’s around. Silva can also be assertive with the animals, something that’s needed to maintain a safe dynamic with the apex predators. Cro.codile… appreciates that. [He’s not keen on anybody knowing but he is a big animal lover!!]

An offer for dinner is placed on the table. An offer that she almost doesn’t take. An offer that leads to a tension-filled first ‘date’. It becomes apparent to the pirate warlord that this isn’t going to be easy. Silva will not make it easy. Those big brown eyes constantly flutter over him; an attempt to figure out what’s going on in his head, just as he’s trying to figure out what’s going on in hers. Despite how sweet Silva can be, she’s equally as prone to scrutiny. There's a nervousness that radiates off of her, a hesitant wariness- she doesn't want to make any wrong moves. Yet at the same time she will not grovel or cave. Huh. In a way it almost reminds him of his own general caginess. The both of them aren’t keen on letting just anybody in. Someone has to be special for that to happen. The other party has to prove that they’re worth it.

That’s okay. Crocodile can wait and see. He's been patient over the last few years in regards to his scheme to overtake Al.abasta anyhow- why not divert a little in his free time? Everything is going according to plan. In the end, he's always in control.

The courtship undertaking is a give and take. Little tidbits of insight bubble up more and more over time. And they're... peculiar perceptions. It’s not often that somebody manages to catch his eye. And it’s certainly not normal for him to take a legitimate interest in someone who touts a lot of the traits he claims to despise.

Annoying. Weak. Soft. Pathetic. Naive. A bleeding heart.

Yet at the same time; Guarded. Private. Careful. Just a bit cynical/jaded. Even a bit of a misanthrope.

Ah... she's just enough of a realist to know that notions such as fulfilling dreams and obtaining justice are novelties few can afford. Yet her acknowledgment of how sobering reality is does little to crush her stubborn optimism. The world should have crushed someone like her long ago. And while while it certainly has bent her, she refuses to let it break her.

Humans are hypocritical in nature. Sir Cro.codile is no exception. Ironically someone like Silva - someone with so many facets he’s incapable of appreciating in others - is exactly the type of person he can trust with his life. With his secret. As a consequence of the connection between them continuing to build, that’s exactly what he ends up doing.

Silva doesn’t worship him like the hero the rest of the country thinks he is. She doesn’t shrink in terror because of his warlord status, either. Instead she’s curious about the man behind all that. Someway, somehow, she manages to point out his “positive” traits. She values his person in a way nobody ever has before. Cro.codile can’t help but let a thin lipped smile spread on his features every time they’re alone together.

When he isn’t dealing with his shady enterprise or mummifying invading pirates, he ardently seeks her out. She’s endearing to him. The way she likes to hide under his plush fur coat. The way she holds his rough, calloused hand. Hell, sometimes she even reaches out to hold his hook. When he’s trying to catch up on mundane work she often hangs out in his office, sprawled out on a chaise lounge while she babbles away about whatever is on her mind. [There are many, many conversations about animals that take place between them!] She has a penchant for sass and playful banter, but Crocodile finds himself uncharacteristically unbothered by it. There’s something about her audacity that he finds amusing. He hardly minds the misguided nagging. Something lurches in his chest when she places tiny kisses along the length of his facial scar. There’s probably a corny phase to insert here about how pirates adore their treasure, but in Cro.codile’s case? He absolutely covets her. If anyone dared made her feel uncomfortable he’d reduce them to nothing more than a dried out husk.

Silva makes him feel so… so… well, she makes him feel. There’s a certain kind of power she holds over him; the power to worm her way into his thoughts, his life, his heart…

… How did this happen? How could he have let himself become so weak? He’d resent her if he didn’t love her so much.

It wasn’t supposed to play out like this. He wasn’t supposed to get in this deep. She was an anomaly; not part of the plan. This has all gone too far. She doesn’t even know about his master scheme- Cro.codile makes sure he keeps his work life and his love life separate. Silva only knows as much as the general population of Al.abasta does as far as his profession goes. He’s smart enough to know that she’d recoil from him if she knew that he was methodically bringing her homeland to ruination. It’s best to let sleeping dogs lie, he figures. How ironic was it - that the very person who knew the absolute most about him - had no idea as to what would occur because of him in the near future?

She’ll know soon enough, he tells himself. On that night she’s curled up next to him in bed, with nothing but his green fur coat to cover her naked form. A pretty gemstone ring glimmers on her left ring finger; opal and rose gold, just like she told him she wanted. All Crocodile can do is reflect over how she managed to best him. A feat that nobody before her had ever been able to achieve. His vision for the future changed the very minute she came into his life. He can admit that [to himself]... Part of him was aware of that from the very beginning.

That doesn’t mean his objective to usurp the Kingdom of Al.abasta is going to be thrown to the side. Rather, he simply adjusts his plan to include her in it. Not that he’s going to need a queen, but he’d love nothing more than for her to be his. How romantic.

It’s not like she’d reject the idea. He’s confident Silva is far too loyal to detach from him once everything is said and done. She's just as invested in what they have together as he is. What’s she going to do? Say “no”?

[Huh? Well of course he’s still an awful person. What- did you think the power of love was enough to change the man?]

Of course, the course of events don’t play out in Sir Cro.codile’s favor. He's defeated and sent to Im.pel Down. Al.abasta is saved. Silva packs her bags and leaves her home to find a new place in the world. They’re [as far as they know] separated permanently. It's over.

...

Or maybe... maybe it's merely a little break? Maybe fate has something else in store for the both of them... an inevitable unconventional crossing of paths? A reunion of sorts?

...

Maybe it's really only just begun. >:3

[allthebrazilianpolitics]

Lula: Argentina’s president should apologize to Brazil

Brazilian President Luiz Inácio Lula da Silva said Wednesday (Jun. 26) that the president of Argentina, Javier Milei, should apologize to Brazil. In his view, the president of the neighboring country “spoke a lot of nonsense” about him and Brazil.

Milei, a self-described “anarcho-capitalist,” was elected in a conservative coalition and represents extreme economic liberalism. During his campaign, he openly criticized President Lula and threatened to cut relations with Brazil.

Argentina is Brazil’s main trading partner in South America, but Presidents Lula and Milei have yet to meet since the Argentinian’s inauguration in December last year, when Brazil was represented by Foreign Minister Mauro Vieira.

“I haven’t talk to the president of Argentina because I think he has to apologize to Brazil and to me. He spoke a lot of nonsense. I just want him to apologize. Argentina is a country I like very much; it’s a really important country for Brazil; Brazil is very important for Argentina. And it’s not a president who is going to create a rift between Brazil and Argentina,” President Lula said in a Wednesday interview with Portal Uol.

Continue reading.

[silvasreblogs]

PREGNANT ????? NO THANKS WTF---

and rest. yey.

retried and got drowned and drunk. pregnant is worse tbh.

Guess what I saw:

SLEEP, ALONE

SLEEP.

ALONE.

SLEEP ALONE 🗣️🗣️🔥🔥‼️‼️