#silver flow

[raointean]

Toana - The Spirits

There are spirits in everything, but these are some of the major ones. Anything based on Star Wars canon will be marked by an asterisk (*).

Masterlist

Ka: Spirit of the mountains, it looks like a snow leopard because the mountains are beautiful and graceful, but dangerous in ways you can't always see. Kathou* is the spirit of the mountain with the same name and the patron spirit of Aldera*.

Siw: Spirit of glaciers. It takes the form of a vorn tiger*, usually only worshiped by people who live near glaciers or study them, sometimes also people who live in glacier valleys.

Utouaa: Spirit of dangerous snowstorms, takes the form of a white manka-cat*, worshipped by just about every practitioner in a snowable area

Karish: Spirit of the sun, takes the form of a snow owl, elder sister of Ka, worshipped by most practitioners (unless they're trying to be edgy)

Saba: Spirits of thickets and saplings. It takes the form of a small, white bird

Kolkar: Spirit of medium-sized trees. It takes the form of a gorak*

Alftoa: Spirit of large trees. It takes the form of a large black bird

Oro: Spirit of grandmother stumps. It takes the form of an Orobird*, not widely worshiped, but commonly appreciated, patron spirit of orphanages

Breema: Spirit of lakes, takes the form of a giant tadpole, will sometimes lure bad people into the rocks with their siren song during misty mornings, but is generally good natured, widely used as a good luck charm, even outside of practitioners

Liibichii: Spirit of streams and rivers, no concrete form but is kind of thought of as the hivemind of the glimmerfish*, particularly associated with snowmelt floods

Unediin: The spirit of the ocean, looks like a squid but with snakes instead of tentacles, fisherman give it offerings of fruit in exchange for their safety at sea, and pissing it off could result in a tsunami

Sargaam: Spirit of Summer and grapes, takes the form of a giant wooly moth, widely worshiped by people in ag careers

Walking Barnacles: Evil spirits of the ocean, feared by fisherman, bad luck to eat anything with walking barnacles as they could be a sign of infection

Diit: Spirits of beaches, lagoons, sandbars, and other shallow ocean waters. It takes the form of a sea-mouse, mostly worshiped by children near the coasts

Saihaam: Spirit of volcanoes. It takes the form of a giant ash-bat, practitioners near volcanoes do just about anything they can to appease it

Muur: Spirit of caves, takes the form of a giant rat, will drag naughty children into caves but can also show miners to valuable minerals

Baamda: Spirit of the plains. It takes the form of a wolf-cat*

Bolda: Spirit of tornadoes, takes the form of a bolraida*, not actually widely worshiped, mostly acknowledged and promptly ignored

Killik*: Giant spirits of the foothills

Elai: Spirit of flowers/spring, takes the form of a white skin-bat which were not discovered until just before Alderaan's destruction, presumably seen by an early Alderaanian and then hardly ever seen again

Beach Snails*: Deceased spirits of fish who got too adventurous

Akadou: Spirit of the wind and sky, takes the form of a giant thranta*, king of the sky, regarded as cousins of the purgil* who are worshiped by spacefarers

Gonahou: Anteater looking spirit of storms

Flare-Wings*: Servants of Gonahu who follow it around after a rainstorm to make rainbows

Yeokim: Spirit of clouds. It takes the form of a stalking-bird, generally ominous, but not threatening

[yellodisney]

[darticous]

ridin' with peepaw :D

[hughmanbean]

Queen of the Cosmos

Signs are showing. Constantine dreads what they predict.

The Queen of the Cosmos, Successor of the Tyrant King, Ruler of Galaxies, Embodiment of Space, Keeper of Balance, Siren of Stars, and many more.

She's the most powerful BeingTM by millennia. As far as the information John's gotten has indicated.

The stars are flowing, swimming in smooth currents. The sun dims, cracks of darkness revealing nebulae so beautiful. The moon grins, knowing and mischievous. The horizon is a mixture of greens and purples and blues and yellows.

The Queen of the Cosmos will arrive, and she must be welcomed.

The Queen of the Cosmos shall come, and she must be respected.

The Queen of the Cosmos is near, and the royal family will follow.

John grimaced. A Wrathful Prince with a habit of glassing worlds? A Wandering Princess who played tricks? A Knight with a penchant for punishing dissenters with eternal madness? This wouldn't be easy. Time to tell the Big Guys and Girls.

[4chance]

flow of our lives — I. a mr. crawling series built around the sweet mundane. — part 1 of ?

word count — 0.6k summary — you take care of crawling to make up for past bitterness. notes — SFW. gn reader (no pronouns). END04 implied. bold = otherworld language. we call him "crawling" here, because we're close enough with him now to drop the honorific.

You must use force to twist the knob of the faucet (more now than before your foray into that world) and let the water roll, until you stop it at the lip of the bucket. You dip your fingers in. It is warm, and the heat is not far from your own, not too harsh. Crawling will not shy away.

He loves you—so much. He has a zest for your life, like a sweet, loyal dog; he loves you like a dog loves the chocolate in your hand. You did not always love him the way he deserved: to this day, he wears you proudly on his face (in the blood you had shed when you plunged your crowbar down his face). You soak a microfiber cloth in the water, tip Crawling’s chin with the bed of your thumb, and press the cloth to his cheek.

“Hot?” he says.

Your face drops to a look of concern. “Many hot? You hurt?”

“Not hurt. Little hot feel good.” He tilts his head, burrows his cheek into the cloth. “Why you have this?”

The water of the Otherworld is cold and hard and stagnant. Crawling knows the hot of a scared, throbbing heart; of the fire meant to ward off his kind. When you take up your cloth and wipe the grime from his chin, you show him warm: a nice heat, that is not here to hurt him.

“Your face… have blood. Blood… go out of your face—me happy.”

“Happy?”

His hands dart to the cloth. He tries to wrest it from your grip and drag it toward the center of his face.

“Calm down—not… move.” Since the Otherworld has no word that you know for please—“friendly.”

You know Crawling can handle himself. He braved the Otherworld as long as he did, and you trust him now to keep your apartment during the day: he mops floors and folds clothing, prompted and not. Still—it is you that must make sure he knows: you are not here to hurt him.

He never let the other ghosts touch him (not like this—not at all). Perhaps he forgave you already—loves you just that much.

You bring one hand to cradle the back of his head; the other gives his face gentle strokes. His body melts beneath your touch; he swipes his face against the cloth to help you out. The cloth blackens quickly: one half of his face requires four dips in the bucket. You see now just how pale he is, not that ash-gray you thought it was at all—in fact, so white his veins show dark as tadpoles on his skin.

You glide the cloth below his curtained bangs. Your fingertips cave in on the crest of his cheekbone. “You okay?”

“My eyes… not able to clean. Sorry.”

“You should not sorry,” you say, in an attempt at your clearest Otherworld pronunciation. Crawling hides his eyes and downplays his height, and you are sure it is for you, so as not to repulse you—yet he cannot make you hate him if he tried. “You good.” You stroke the crown of his head, the way he likes; a giggle escapes his broadened mouth.

You do what you can—you kiss the bridge of his nose, then rise to change the water. The skin that lines his sockets has the gravity of jowls, lined in essence with the slick of fresh blood. You either cause him no pain, or he hides it for you. Really—what have you done to deserve him, who loves you so much?

(This—

You look at him as if he is a jewel in your hands. He has never been treasured. Not like this, not at all.

The breathy rumbling of his giggles, from his chest to his cheeks, brings a flutter to your heart, and a warmth to your gaze. All you have done is be fond of him, made the smallest things you do his world.

The Otherworld is simple, in that only the strong survive—and so when you show him warm, he knows you’re true, and that is all.)

[fhtagn-and-tentacles]

SILVER FATHER

by Carpet-Crawler

[sixbeee]

Nightsilver [Flow] Movie Retouching 🩶💙🐕🐈‍⬛

Have you all seen the Flow movie? I'm planning to see it tomorrow. I’m so looking forward to it. The retriever and black cat in the movie looked so much like Peter and Kurt that I had to retouch them…🤣😂🥰🐕🐈‍⬛🩶💙👍

I'm a nightsilver brainrot so this only looks like them…sorry..

[strqyr]

this most likely would not work within canon so headcanon territory it is, but the way red eyes are associated with grimm, and emerald and the branwen twins being abandoned (orphaned?), with emerald and qrow having this "loved by no one / no one wanted me" thing, and just the general "you're useful so you can stay" attitude that can show up towards emerald's and especially raven's semblances, there's just...

there could be so many superstitions when it comes to red eyes, but it would also require them to be relatively rare and something that can just pop out of nowhere even if neither parent has them, bc otherwise it's like. you're one to talk here lmao.

but like, parents end up having a kid with red eyes -> superstition says there's something "wrong" with the kid—be it possession or whatever—bc red eyes = grimm -> they abandon the kid at some point in life; some soon after, not wanting to take the "risk", some last a little longer but eventually, when something goes wrong, the kid usually gets the blame and off they go.

[suntails]

adrift

[simplegenius042]

Music Monday, WIP Word Train, Top 5 songs on repeat & OC Picrew

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Music for The Silver Chronicles, Life, Despair & Monsters and an Original Work. WIP Train for The UnTitledverse and A Radioactive Calamity of Love, Bombs & Gore and a Picrew for my The Silver Chronicles OCs in addition to my top 5 most repeated songs on the music app I use. Listen below the cut:

"Some Nights" is a song I can associate with Alexander Khaos, especially post the events of my Ain't It A Joy? WIP, perhaps Alexander's being reflective in Hope County at St. Francis or even in New Eden post-Collapse. Alexander, much like Jacob, knows how your worst, most dehumanizing moments can fundamentally change a person. One thing is clear; although Alexander is a little homesick for his family, he does not miss Wellington Wells at all. Listen below:

"Some nights, I stay up cashing in my bad luck Some nights, I call it a draw Some nights, I wish that my lips could build a castle Some nights, I wish they'd just fall off But I still wake up, I still see your ghost Oh, Lord, I'm still not sure what I stand for, oh ("Oh whoa, oh whoa, oh!") What do I stand for? What do I stand for? Most nights, I don't know anymore

Oh-oh, oh whoa, oh whoa, oh-oh Oh-oh, oh whoa, oh whoa, oh-oh

This is it, boys ("Oh-oh, oh whoa, oh whoa, oh-oh!") This is war What are we waiting for? Why don't we break the rules already? I was never one to believe the hype ("Oh-oh, oh whoa, oh whoa, oh-oh!") Save that for the black and white Try twice as hard and I'm half as liked But here they come again to jack my style

That's alright ("That's alright!") I found a martyr in my bed tonight She stops my bones from wondering just who I am, who I am, who I am Oh, who am I?

Well, some nights, I wish that this all would end 'Cause I could use some friends for a change And some nights, I'm scared you'll forget me again Some nights, I always win ("I always win!") But I still wake up, I still see your ghost Oh, Lord, I'm still not sure what I stand for, oh ("Oh whoa, oh whoa, oh!") What do I stand for? What do I stand for? Most nights, I don't know ("Oh, come on!")

So this is it? I sold my soul for this Washed my hands of that for this? I miss my mom and dad for this? ("Oh, come on!") No, when I see stars, when I see stars, that's all they are ("Oh, come on!") When I hear songs, they sound like a swan, so come on Oh, come on, oh, come on, oh, come on

Well, that is it guys ("Oh-oh, oh whoa, oh whoa, oh-oh!") That is all Five minutes in and I'm bored again Ten years of this, I'm not sure if anybody understands This one is not for the folks at home ("Oh-oh, oh whoa, oh whoa, oh-oh!") Sorry to leave, mom, I had to go Who the fuck wants to die alone All dried up in the desert sun?

My heart is breaking for my sister and the con that she called love And then I look into my nephew's eyes Man, you wouldn't believe The most amazing things That can come from Some terrible nights!"

Life, Despair & Monsters is a series that explores morally grey/dark grey characters and how these morals change as pressure and time force them to adapt. The protagonists begin with fairly selfish goals; whether it be individually personal or collectively out for revenge against Malvolio and his meddling into their lives (especially with a few like Sonya, Jennifer, Hatter, Guenevere and Haoyu, plus some others), while the antagonists often have a benevolent goal (Sir Enigma Malvolio & the Ruins of the Midnight Rise) or even believe what they're doing is for the best (the Court King and Ion), even if their methods and/or understanding is severely flawed, amoral and sometimes even depraved. None of the protagonists want to be present there, but they are put into a circumstance that pushes them to make some capacity to change for the betterment of others, even if it doesn't entirely benefit themselves. All of them have done at least one wrong or another, or are even outright wrong in some one way or another, but they are still people in some way, just broken by circumstances beyond their control, even if some of them had inflicted this on themselves:

"Welcome to the room of people Who have rooms of people that they loved one day, docked away Just because we check the guns at the door Doesn't mean our brains will change from hand grenades

You'll never know the psychopath sitting next to you You'll never know the murderer sitting next to you You think, "How'd I get here, sitting next to you?" But after all I've said, please don't forget

All my friends are heathens, take it slow Wait for them to ask you who you know Please, don't make any sudden moves You don't know the half of the abuse

We don't deal with outsiders very well They say newcomers have a certain smell Yeah, trust issues, not to mention They sayin'' they can smell your intentions

You'll never know the freak show sitting next to you You'll have some weird people sitting next to you You'll think, "How did I get here, sitting next to you?" But after all I've said, please don't forget ("Watch it!") Watch it!"

Lastly a ship song for the main couple of An Old Ballad of Chance and Ember Hearts Original Trilogy; Jade Smith and Jasmine Rafiq. For the first story, it's mostly the two (a) exploring beautiful multiverse, and (b) reconciling with the fact that, despite their soulmate marks fading away (after the system was abolished in Wing And Horns), they still love each other and don't require those marks to define that fact for them, renewing their declaration of love to each other. The second story has them come across strife in the form of Rouske; while Jade and Jasmine explore the multiverse and see nothing but beauty and wonder, Rouske explores it and can only see the pain and suffering, believing it's better off gone altogether. Which leads to an altercation with Rouske that causes Jasmine's death, leading Jade to becoming devastated and the rest of her journey is basically the five stages of grief. In the third and final work, the plot is basically Jade dies and is making her journey through the afterlife, searching to reunite with Jasmine so they both can make their way to the Wheel of Reincarnation together. "Waiting For Love" I think encapsulates that journey quite well I think. Enjoy listening:

"Where there's a will, there's a way, kind of beautiful And every night has its day, so magical And if there's love in this life, there's no obstacle That can't be defeated

For every tyrant, a tear for the vulnerable In every lost soul, the bones of a miracle For every dreamer, a dream we're unstoppable With something to believe in

Monday left me broken Tuesday, I was through with hoping Wednesday, my empty arms were open Thursday, waiting for love, waiting for love

Thank the stars it's Friday I'm burning like a fire gone wild on Saturday Guess I won't be coming to church on Sunday I'll be waiting for love, waiting for love To come around

We are one of a kind, irreplaceable How did I get so blind and so cynical? If there's love in this life, we're unstoppable No, we can't be defeated

Monday left me broken Tuesday, I was through with hoping Wednesday, my empty arms were open Thursday, waiting for love, waiting for love

Thank the stars it's Friday I'm burning like a fire gone wild on Saturday Guess I won't be coming to church on Sunday I'll be waiting for love, waiting for love To come around!"

A little late to the party, but here's my participation in the WIP Train Word game.

rules: for each letter of the word you're given, share an excerpt from a wip that starts with that letter.

Words I was given: FEAR and FIRE. Word I'm gonna give y'all (should you choose to accept): HOPE.

Gonna do FEAR for WIPs from The UnTitledverse series (Mario: Mother's Boy, The Tale of Mario Emmet, the Classroom of the Elite segment of my little What If? series and Chapter 2 of my Jurassic World: Before The Storm fic) and FIRE for the A Radioactive Calamity of Love, Bombs & Gore series (The Waters Of Life Flow).

F - Further as the kitchen, the dishes, the books and everything that was once Molly’s was swallowed with her.

Abigail wailed as she fell. Wailed for her to return. Wailed out into the darkness that consumed everything that made the kitchen Molly’s.

And then the fall stopped.

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

A - As Ayanokoji began to depart from his desk, he paused. Horikita heard him let out a sigh, and much to her confusion, dropped his bag on top of his desk.

"What are you-?" Horikita wanted to question, but Ayanokoji soon interrupted her.

"Accepting my fate," he disclosed, not with much emotion, but certainly not his regular monotone.

Horikita blinked at him, shaking her head in confusion, "Huh?"

R - Regret.

That is what overcame me when I followed Lisa off the ramp of the ferry.

Once I stood on sturdier ground, the unforgiving heat swept over me quickly.

F - Fear grasped Alph and Amata, the latter of whom hugged Alph closely to her as he weakly tried to push her away, eyes wet from the thought of his failure to protect Amata and find his dad, all the while surrounded by dirty and vile vultures of human beings, who grinned with eager anticipation to reach satisfaction.

I - "I-I think this is it!" she stated aloud, relief and joy flowing out of the laugh she let out. Alph focused forward, really missing his glasses, but through his blurry vision, he could see a mass of metal welded together to form a gate. There was also a robot out the front of it, the corpse of a giant insect full of charred holes only a few feet away from it.

R - Ress' resting spot just happened to be where she needed to get said fresh air.

Ress didn't immediately acknowledge Amata, though the younger of the two wasn't foolish to believe she just didn't hear the vaultie.

Amata exhaled into the cold air as she pretended to admire the morning sky, although a morning sky was better than no sky in her opinion.

"Rough sleep?" Ress inquired from where she laid on the table, head tilted towards Amata's direction.

E - "Ergo," the Arcane Urias narrowed his blazing orange-red eyes on the shaking, frail human before him, "Your usefulness as a follower can no longer considered acceptable, Blackhall."

Without hearing any further excuses from the failure before him, the Arcane Urias gave his apprentice a nod; approved permission to end their acolyte's life.

Some picrews for my holy trinity of Seedfuckers Far Cry 5 OCs (Deputy Silva Omar, Nadi Sinclair, Alexander Khaos) from The Silver Chronicles in addition to Paul Yellowjack.

SILVA OMAR (SILVA'S HOPE, LA ÚLTIMA EN PIE & OLD DUSK [FC5 & FCND])

NADI SINCLAIR (SILVA'S HOPE, OLD DUSK & CALL TO ARMS [FC5, FCND & COD: MW])

ALEXANDER KHAOS (SILVA'S HOPE, OLD DUSK & AIN'T IT A JOY? [FC5, FCND & WE HAPPY FEW])

PAUL YELLOWJACK (LA ÚLTIMA EN PIE & OLD DUSK [FCND])

And lastly my top 5 most repeated song from the music app I use. I don't have the ability to share it through the app, so I'll just use YouTube links of the songs so you can listen to them yourself. Listen below:

"Genghis Khan" - Miike Snow

"This Comes From Inside" - The Living Tombstone

"Love Me Like You Do" - Ellie Goulding

"Stargazing" - Myles Smith

"Ten Thousand Times Before" - Twelve Titans Music

[coolbattlegirl]

I thought I would post some sketches I made the past week!

There’s some concept/first design of the Lilia valentines day art (it changed a LOT) Oh, and there’s Silver too, because I thought I would have enough time to draw him but I was wrong 😔

There’s Malleus being a creepy, and honestly I’m pretty impressed. I haven’t attempted to draw anything creepy in years so pat on the back for myself lol

Oh, and there’s Sato being the usual cutie patootie he is 💖

[alfheimr]

asfrith and luka; on the everfalling path.

[yellodisney]

[poppy-purpura]

Um... References. I m not sure this is final version but yeah... There are my silly kids!

[marzipanandminutiae]

I need to move so I have a fully flat wall to put my dresser mirror up against and I can sit in front of it combing my hair in my nightgown like a pre-Raphaelite sorceress

this is critical Marzi Enrichment

[thisisaname-whatahappyname]

LMAOOO