#silver fuller

[calico-heart]

On the day heaven tried to take my soul You came down like in fairy tales of old I said "Open your white wings for me" And you said "Close your eyes and just believe" You're made of darkness and fire, my friend I think the world may be coming to an end But when heaven and hell do collide Know that I'll always be there by your side

X

[lookbluesoup]

I possibly should have taken the paintings down before trying to gpose something spicy...

[dadsinsuits]

Richard Fuller

[blondebnuuy]

They're actively talking about the WoL as they're dancing.

[imgonnagetkilledbynutstink]

While Tim is in the army he better get some dick that isn't Hawk's cause HE DESERVES IT

[lookbluesoup]

HAHAHA WELL CANT HAVE THEM ALL NAHTE, I guess lmaoooo

I know they're soulmates and this isn't totally unexpected but WOW talk about compatibility lmfaooo

I filled out @lookbluesoup 's card for Nahte yesterday, and wanted to make one for A'mahl too. anyone who wants to see if they can get a bingo with him is welcome to fill it out! doesn't have to be ffxiv ocs, it's open to any

blank template here if you want to make one for your ocs too

[mooncat-arts]

Haurchefant Greystone of the Silver Fuller from FFXIV Heavensward 

[mirasmirages]

Fall In Line - Eight - Team

First Previous

Contains: Mind control, whipping

Henry woke up in his bed as if nothing had happened. The medical equipment made their usual whirring and beeping noises. The doctors took their usual samples. Henry was a bit sore, but that was all.

He wasn't sure if he should ask someone what happened last night. How he got back. They probably wouldn't answer him anyway. They never did.

It felt like a dream.

He could still hear the fire alarm ringing in his ears, feel the heat of the explosion on his skin.

Someone threw his costume on the bed. Skin tight and purple, with yellow patches of reinforcement. "Mr. Duncan wants to see you in his office."

Henry had been in Mr. Duncan's office a few times before. It was where he had been given his mission last night. A security guard led him through the maze of hallways and up several flights of stairs until they were outside the white doors.

Whatever Henry had been expecting when he entered that door, it was not this.

Five costumed heroes stood in a half circle in front of Mr. Duncan's desk. The red and blue heroes from yesterday. A man in blue and dark grey, a woman dressed almost entirely in black. His stomach lurched. A woman in a silver costume with blue details, her long black hair in a ponytail.

"Finally," Mr. Duncan said. "You're here. Come."

The heroes all watched him as Henry went to stand with them in the half circle.

"We're here to debrief your mission last night," Mr. Duncan said. "But first, let me introduce you to your team."

He started with the hero closest to the desk on Henry's right.

"Red Rapid, team leader and martial arts expert, with superhuman reflexes." The man in a red costume

"Silent Spark, with electric powers." The woman in blue and white.

"Wild Rage, our shapeshifter." A woman dressed almost entirely in black, with some dark green shimmering patches.

"Silver Sharp," the first hero on Henry's left. A young woman with long, dark hair in a ponytail. Her costume was blue and pale silver, similar to Silent Spark. "Can use her force field powers to attack."

And at the end on Henry's left in a grey and blue costume, "Phantom Storm," who could fly.

Henry didn't know what to make of all this. A team of heroes? Why had he never heard anything about this before? 

(Probably because no one told him anything.)

"Now," Mr. Duncan said. "Red Rapid. Walk us through what happened last night."

"Yes, sir. Henry arrived at the scene at 0:23am. The doors were unlocked, so he had no issues getting in. A few minutes later, the fire alarm went off. Henry stayed on the first floor, punching through walls to weaken the structure before placing the explosives. There were civilians in the building, and he let them leave unharmed before coming outside to blow up the building. When Silent Spark and I arrived, he took a defensive approach, easily letting himself be pushed into a corner. Thanks to the fire alarm, the fire department arrived early and we had to get out of there fast, so Silent Spark knocked him out with no problem. As far as I know, no one saw us leave."

Mr. Duncan nodded, not looking too pleased. "Silent Spark. Your thoughts?"

"I would be interested to know how the fire alarm went off. If that hadn't happened we would have had plenty of time to finish before the fire department showed up. I can't think of any reason that happened other than if Henry himself setting it off."

Mr. Duncan turned to Henry. "Henry?"

"I did. There were people in there. I didn't want them to get hurt in the explosion."

To his left, Silver Spark scoffed.

"Did I tell you to let people out of the building?" Mr. Duncan asked.

"No, but-"

"No. And you did it anyway."

"You didn't tell me not to! And there were kids there! If they hadn't gotten out they could've been killed!"

"Henry, be quiet. Red Rapid, will you take care of this?"

"Of course, sir."

The heroes all spread out to stand along the walls of he room. Only Henry and Red Rapid stayed.

"Henry," Mr. Duncan said. "Kneel."

His knees hit the floor before he could even think about it.

Red Rapid walked behind him. "Keep your hands on the floor," he said and started undoing Henry's costume, leaving it hanging off him with his back bare.

Henry put his hands on the floor in front of his knees. They were shaking. The air was cold on his back.

"How many?" Red Rapid's voice was familiar behind him. Henry didn't want to think about it.

Mr. Duncan hummed. "Ten for the pathetic display of fighting. Fifteen for pulling the fire alarm. Fifteen for letting people out."

Forty. There was silence. Henry looked at his hands.

Behind him came a swooshing noise, and the first lash landed across his upper back. Henry's scream stuck in his throat. Mr. Duncan had told him to be quiet.

Red Rapid waited for Henry to compose himself between each lash.

No one came to Henry's defense.

Henry struggled to hold hold himself up. He lasted for twenty five lashes before his elbows gave out and he collapsed forward, his head against the soft, beige carpet on the floor.

"Henry," Mr. Duncan said. "Look at me."

Henry looked at him. He could barely see Mr. Duncan over the edge of the desk.

"Get back in position. Hands on the floor. Arms straight."

Henry did. His back was screaming with every movement.

"You will stay in this exact position until we are done." Mr. Duncan looked over Henry's shoulder. "Continue."

The last fifteen lashes came faster. There was no longer enough time for Henry to remember how to breathe between each one.

Mr. Duncan sat behind his desk and looked Henry in the eyes the whole time. There was no sympathy on his face.

Henry wasn't counting. He barely noticed when it stopped, until Mr. Duncan told him they were done and he collapsed in a heap like someone had cut his strings. His back was wet with sweat or blood. Both.

Someone knelt next to him. Henry could see the dark grey and blue of his costume.

"Let's get you back to bed," Jordan said.

[vixlenxe]

I love these stickers.

[true-blue-sonic]

I love your headcanon that Silver still has his fluffy baby quills and hasn't really started puberty due to malnutrition when he first arrives. Do you ever think he feels self-conscious about that?

Thanks ^-^ The reason I thought of that headcanon is because Pete Capella's voice is noticeably higher-pitched than Quinton Flynn's, and though in-universe that means nothing, I liked the idea it is an indication of Silver's age increasing between games. That being said, I doubt that Silver really minds or pays attention to it: especially in '06 and the Rivals games, he's far too busy with his missions to protect the future to be bothered by such trivial things, I feel like. Nor does he seem to care much what other people think of him anyway: the only time I can recall him getting peeved about being jeered at is in Rivals 2 by Knuckles, where he'll initiate a battle because Knuckles called him crazy. But that aside, I don't think he cares about it, haha! When the others notice, I figure he'll just shrug off their concerns: this is what's normal for him, and thus in Silver's mind that equals to this being the objective truth of a situation. Though, once he gets enough food (I imagine Amy meets him and offers to help teach him how to cook, feeding him delicious and nutritious meals all throughout) and his body begins recovering again, I think he'll become incredibly handsome and sleek with his adult quills setting in! Though, I figure also that is no concern of his, as long as he can keep saving the world and helping people XD

[cosmicalduck]

One day, he will come Riding out of the dawn And you'll awaken to love's first kiss

Happy birthday Silver!!!! :･ﾟ✧:

[lookbluesoup]

So Fourchenault was not super on board with Alisaie and the WoLs falling in love

He expected her to meet a nice rich Sharlayan Elezen scholar from a Good Family in their neighborhood

Not two hooligan Miqo'te from EORZEA living in a polycule

Doesn't matter they saved the world this is Highly Inappropriate one of them keeps hissing at him

He wants her to be happy

She's made up her mind

Which brings us to The Dinner

Most of the polycule and Leveilleurs are expected to attend so he can get to know them

So now there's Haurchefant, Alphinaud, Fourchenault, Ameliance, Alisaie, G’raha, Aymeric, Estinien, Nahte'to, A'mahl, Lyrha, and X'rhun Tia sitting around the table in roughly that order

Why are X'rhun and Lyrha there?

Lyrha was A'mahl's "+1." She's not in The Polycule but she's in his polycule so he figured it counted

X'rhun is Lyrha's "+1." X'rhun was not informed properly the nature of this dinner and is trying very hard to make the best of it.

Everyone else finds out about 10minutes before dinner that they're coming its a whole thing

Awkward conversation ensues. Nahte and Alphinaud and Aymeric are doing their best to keep things civil

Lyrha is doing her best to make Fourchenault's eye twitch because she's decided he needs to lighten up and he's too easy to tease

Food comes out. There's mushrooms "hidden" in the soup.

Lyrha hates mushrooms

Not realizing it's a mushroom she puts one in her mouth and takes a bite and

GAGS loudly the way cats coughing up hairballs do

Reaches into her mouth and pulls the half-chewed mushroom out

Dangles it

and drops it on the plate in front of everyone, nose wrinkled

Fourchenault stops talking to watch

Alphinaud is about to have an aneurysm

A'mahl scolds her for wasting good food and grabs her plate to eat the mushrooms himself

Including the half chewed one

Everyone at the table takes psychic damage

Lyrha makes a Remark to which he replies, and I quote,

"wHAT? my mouth has been on much worse parts of you, a little spit wont kill me"

A'mahl realizes immediately that was probably not a good thing to say at This Dinner in front of Papa Fourchenault

X'rhun Tia is about to have an aneurysm

Fourchenault is making a face like if Elrond was trying to strangle you with his mind

Alisaie launches herself across the table at A'mahl who's now at the top of her enmity list for ruining Meet-the-father-in-law-in-a-positive-not-apocalyptic-setting-so-he'll-accept-you-dinner

Anyway no Fourchenault does not like his two son-in-laws very much and Lyrha has never been re-invited to a formal dinner

[smcempathy]

“I live on Earth at present, and I don’t know what I am. I know that I am not a category. I am not a thing — a noun. I seem to be a verb, an evolutionary process — an integral function of the universe.” - Buckminster Fuller Photo by the incredibly talented @nicholasbuer

[senecalui]

"We each appear to hold within ourselves a range of divergent views as to our native qualities...And amid such uncertainty, we typically turn to the wider world to settle the question of our significance...We seem beholden to the affections of others to endure ourselves." — Alain de Botton

from Status Anxiety by Alain de Botton, (Vintage, 2005)

"The significance of you will forever remain obscure to you, but you may assume that you are fulfilling your significance if you apply yourself to converting all your experience to the highest advantage of others. You and all men are here for the sake of other men." — R. Buckminster Fuller

from Ideas and Integrities: A Spontaneous Autobiographical Disclosure by R. Buckminster Fuller, (1963)

"There is no joy and no service that can match helping others. In a world so full of darkness, where millions have lost their way, where there are countless numbers troubled and perplexed with sorrow in their hearts, who awake each morning in fear and apprehension of what the day brings—if you can help one soul to find some serenity and to realize that he/she is not neglected, but surrounded by arms of infinite love, that is a great work. It is more important than anything else." — Silver Birch

from Guidance from Silver Birch by Anne Dooley, Silver Birch, (1966)

[serandipity]

☄ Has someone ever admitted to being inspired by you? ⚌ Who inspires you?

- No, but I will say it’s so bizarre to see old headcanons I wrote back in the day be lifted and used by other roleplayers because I was ‘fandom popular’. I truly don’t know how I feel about it cause like that work is out of my hands now. It simply exists. There’s truly no work that’s original but imho I still feel kinda weird about it. Oh weellllll.

- who inspires me? Why @agloryofuniicorns of course. Benji is a very creative writer! I write my best with her!

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Imagine…Dean Coming Back From The Dead

Pairing: Dean x reader

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“Hiya sweetheart.” You stared wide eyed at the man baring a striking resemblance to your boyfriend. Your very much been dead for five years boyfriend. He held up his hands, slowly stepping inside as you backed up. You dove for your side table where you kept the demon blade along with your other weapons.

The man who looked oh so much like Dean apart from the fuller beard and slightly longer hair, took a big step to the right, avoiding your attempts at stabbing him. He slid forward, knocking the knife away when you went back for more.

“Who the hell-“ He pushed on your back, skirting past you and going to your weapons. You growled, trying to cut him off when you watched him pick up the silver blade. He held it to the back of his hand, slicing it open.

“We both know I’m not a demon since I walked right over that devils trap under the hardwoods and I'm not a shifter or a leviathan or ghoul," he said, setting the blade back down. He held up his hands when you grabbed the knife again, ready to take aim. "Alberta."

Your eyes flared wide for a split second, Dean smirking.

"Hey, I'm man enough to admit the dude was hot. I did notice he had a striking resemblance to a certain...me," he teased. "Why'd you never hookup with him again?"

"How do I know it's really you?" He pursed his lips, thinking it over as he cocked his head.

"Same way I know you never made it past first base with that guy. You ran out of the motel room like it was on fire." You lowered your knife, dropping it on the ground. He stepped over close, gently grasping your chin with his thumb and forefinger. "I thought I told you to try and move on if something happened."

"I did try," you whispered, breath catching in your throat. "No one's you."

"Well, at least you being single makes this situation slightly less awkward," he said, dipping his head down low, tilting your chin up. "You still my girl?"

"I've always been her." He grinned, slowly touching his lips to yours, your hands finally gripping his jacket. He was so warm, so full of life.

You flinched away when an image of his cold, restless body came to mind.

"I'm sorry," he said when you ran a hand over your mouth, wrapping one arm around yourself.

"It's not you," you whispered, your eyes welling as you found his green ones waiting. "I buried you."

"I know you did," Dean breathed out, wiping away a stray tear that fell. "I'm here to stay...most likely."

You squeezed your eyes shut, shaking your head. "I can't do most likely, Dean. I can't get you back just to lose you again."

"Help me with one last job then. Jack said if I help with a case, I could come back. For real." You stared at him, Dean cupping your cheeks in his large hands. "Please. Five years was rough enough. I don't want to wait a lifetime to have forever with you."

You took a deep breath, nodding as he pulled you into a deep hug.

"Alright, tell me about the job, De."

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