#silver week 24

[amyrosedaily]

Day 73: Happy Birthday! (Silver week day 8)

Happy birthday Silver!! Here's just a lil drawing of how they met in 06 haha

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[speeding-fox]

Day 8: Happy Birthday!

Happy Birthday to you you silly future boy!

[psychictimestone]

Silver Week Finale: Happy birthday 🎊!

Happy Birthday Silver, here's to many more futures full of blue skies to come!

[wonderinc-sonic]

day 2: delivery - an attempt was made at that iconic silver pose on the tree. not a good one, but an attempt!

[absolution-orchard]

🤍🤍 SILVER WEEK INFO! 🤍🤍

As a quick and easy place to find the prompts for the event This is a pinned post for this account (a copy of the Silver Week Masterpost) to act as a reminder for the prompts if anyone should need them or any assistance!

I will update with other links if needed too!

UPDATE FOR A03 USERS: There is a silver week collection if you wish to join it!

If you wish to see the content from a certain day you can look up these tags on this blog:

'#Day 1: Dream 💤'

'#Day 2: Delivery 📦'

'#Day 3: Music 🎵'

'#Day 4: Apples 🍎'

'#Day 5: Knight ⚔️'

'#Day 6: Super 🌟'

'#Day 7: Psychic 🔮'

'#Day 8: Happy Birthday 🎊'

🤍 #SilverWeek24 prompt list 🤍

Silver week will run from November 7th 2024- November 14th 2024 📅 (LATE SUBMISSIONS NOW OPEN!!!)

You can submit to as little or as many prompts as you would like! Any creative mediums (Art, writing, photography etc.) are allowed!

You may include other characters in your submissions, as long as Silver is there/the focus ✅ You may also submit early/late submissions

tagging submissions with #SilverWeek24 is advisable to make all submissions easy to find 👍

If you have any questions, feel free to ask me, @absolution-orchard (or my main, @psychictimestone), and i'll be happy to answer!

Most importantly, have fun!! 🤍🦔

Prompt starters to get your imagation started ⭐:

Day 1: Dream ☁️

Day 2: Delivery 📦

Day 3: Music 🎵

Day 4: Apples 🍎

Day 5: Knight ⚔️

Day 6: Super 🌟

Day 7: Psychic 🔮

Day 8: Happy Birthday 🎂

[lonesome-dreamsss]

steve plays tony sappy love songs from the 40s!!! he also ventures into the 50s and 60s, hits ALL the old time-y songs. he's so in love and this is how he shows it best (along with his art of course, he has an entire sketchbook dedicated to tony).

the first time he does it, they're in the kitchen, steve's making them breakfast and tony is at the table with a coffee. steve's phone is set up, playing music, soft, quiet songs, mostly instrumentals. once he has the pancakes on a plate, he changes it to a billie holiday song. it's something so, so sappy and tony grins and is like "he's playing me love songs now?" and steve grins back and says "maybe. are you complaining?" the tips of tony's ears are pink but no, he isn't complaining, not one bit. when the song ends, tony kisses him and says "i love you too, y'know." and steve does know.

the next time, they're in tony's work shop, tony's playing around with some new suit ideas for the team and steve's drawing (tony as he is then, stained with oil smears, hair askew, absolutely beaming). steve smiles softly and requests that jarvis play this dean martin song. tony turns to look at him, that same grin he had the first time spreading across his face, "you're ridiculous." steve gives him his best who me? face and tony throws his head back and laughs.

tony takes them out of nyc, some place in upstate new york, so they could stargaze. he knows nothing about the stars, and steve is just as clueless, but it's less about that and more about just being with one another, experiencing the world's beauty together. though steve spends most of the time looking at tony because well, he's more beautiful then any star or moon. steve goes for bing crosby, and tony laughs into steve's shoulder, eyes shining in the silver lighting, "i'm starting to think you have a playlist all made up." steve presses a kiss to tony's head, "maybe i do." "sap." steve laughs, "only for you." tony then gives him the softest look, love so plainly there, and it leaves steve breathless, "aren't i lucky." steve thinks he's the lucky one.

they're in bed, tony had woken up from a nightmare and can't fall back asleep. steve's running his fingers through tony's hair and using his other hand to rub his thumb over tony's own hand. it seems to mellow tony out to some extent, but he's still tense and his eyes are glazed over, he's somewhere in his head, lost to whatever thoughts are consuming him. steve picks nat king cole now, though this time, he sings it himself. he's not a singer by any means, but he doesn't let that stop him. it pulls tony back to the present, and he cracks the tiniest of smiles. steve takes that as a win.

tony's hurt. he's hurt and he's unconscious and looks oh so pale and broken laying in the hospital bed. it's been nearly two days now, and steve is exhausted. he hasn't left the hospital chair, despite the rest of the team telling him he needs rest too. nat had almost dragged him out of there and to a shower and his bed, but he's nothing if not stubborn. she gave up, in the end, and told him to at least eat something, before leaving, saying she'd be back in the morning. steve clutches tony's hand, fighting the urge to cry yet again. he does the only thing he can think to do, the only thing that might be able to fix this in some way. he starts to sing. it's ella fitzgerald this time. his voice is dry, cracking with each word, but he keeps going. it's comforting, in a way, and he hopes it's comforting for tony too, hopes tony can even hear him. the tears come anyway, despite his best efforts, and the lyrics catch in his throat. then, in an answer to his prayers, tony squeezes his hand. it's weak but god, it's there and steve chokes out a sob, relief coursing through him. tony'll be okay.

"are you ready?" steve asks, moving to wrap his arms around tony's waist. "i was born ready, capsicle," tony says back with a wink, settling his arms around steve's neck. they fit together perfectly. frank sinatra starts to play, they had picked this one together, for this moment, and they start to dance. with the way tony's looking at him and the way the ring sits snug on his left hand, steve feels his heart swells in his chest and he can't help but lean in to kiss tony. tony smiles into the kiss and then laughs as everyone around them cheers. this is what pure happiness is, steve thinks, and rests his forehead against tony's. the song comes to a close and tony kisses him once more before tugging him towards the cake with a grin that rivals the brightness of the sun.

[quarterlifekitty]

Birthday presents:

Gaz plans out an entire day. From the moment you wake up to when you go to bed. Doing all of your favorite things, going to your favorite places, punctuated by snacks and meals at your favorite restaurants and cafes. And you get a teddy bear, that’s the rule. Every major gift occasion must come with a teddy bear.

Soap buys you something you had no idea you needed. Something you end up using every day. Something perfect. And on top of that, he makes you in insanely complex card. He’s one of those freaks who feel down the card making rabbit hole, so now he has a die cutter, embossing folders, about a million stamps and colors of ink, embossing powder in every color, etc.

Ghost becomes your personal chef for the day. Literally anything you want. As long as it doesn’t contain anything endangered, he will cook it. And he’ll take you with him to get all the ingredients— have a nice drive, buy you all your special snacks you can’t get at your usual store. He does require that if you want a stew or slow cooked meal, or something with marinade, you do have to notify him 24 hours in advance. He also gets you a children’s birthday card and crosses out the number on it with marker and writes your age. “Congratulations birthday girl, you’re 6 25!”

Price gets you a new charm for your charm bracelet, and a nice classy piece of jewelry. Something simple, beautiful, and personal. Engraved, of course. And a beautiful cake from the nicest bakery you know— even if it’s in another country (Nik owes him).

König gets you, first of all, an enormous assortment of chocolate. I think he takes a lot of pride in the quality of Austrian and German chocolate. Probably also commissions a custom medallion from his favored chocolatier. Besides that, he plans a getaway. Somewhere you can go and just not be bothered for a week or so. He often feels guilty about how much time you spend apart, so he takes every opportunity to try to make it up.

Nikolai just gives you a good old fashioned shopping spree. Anything for his gorgeous darling malýshka. And in any country you want as long as it has non-hostile airspace. You really can go shopping in Milan, Paris, and New York City in the same day if you want. That’s what you get for dating a pilot!

Rudy gets you the nicest version whatever it is that you use. If you like nail polish or lipstick, he’ll get you Charlotte Tillbury. If you like silver (in jewelry or houseware) he’ll get Tiffany. If you like pewter he’ll get Royal Selangor. It’s always something very nicely made and/or something that will last a very long time.

Nikto will get you something impossibly sentimental. Say, for example, that you lamented to him about your favorite childhood stuffed animal that had been lost when you’d had a small house fire, or when you’d cut ties with your family. You will wake up on your birthday to that exact make and model of stuffed animal, no longer how long ago you lost it, doesn’t matter if it’s no longer produced. He will perform minor miracles for you.

[chimerahh]

my eyes hurt i dont want to do this anymore

[gaywineauntsstuff]

Dick Grayson Olympics

Dick has absolutely been in the olympics multiple times by the point he's Nightwing.

Dick just also happens to have like 9 different countries in which he is a citizen. So he competes for a new country every 4 years and every time the olympics is near his phone gets absolute bombarded by a bunch of official teams and recruiters begging him to join.

He is also the world's youngest Olympian and gold medalist in general. (the youngest Olympian on record is 12 but Dick Grayson was beating up grown men by 8 so i'm starting there, he's an overachiever, no I will not accept criticism)

here me out

first one at age 8 right before his parents die, he competed for France

second one at age 12 and he competes for Italy

third one at 16 and he competes for Switzerland

fourth one at 20 and he's with Romania

you get where i'm going with this

There are 6 events and he wins gold in every one of them except one time he showed up hungover, concussed with a stomach flu (he got a silver on the uneven bars bc his vision was so blurry so he did it blindfolded so he wouldn't throw up.)

No one except Tim and Alfred know (Tim bc he's a stalker and Alfred bc Dick needed his help getting to the airport as a child) but he takes a sabbatical from work and does missions covertly in the countries he's competing in (not as Nightwing bc that would be too obvious)

He also refuses to compete for the USA bc he's still bitter about being thrown in Juvie and they can't make him

He leaves every medal by his parent's grave as a promise that he has not abandoned their dreams for him.

When anyone ever figures out he was in the Olympics he just smiles and said he competed for France once when he was a kid (bc its technically true he's only competed for France exactly one time) and he's like really bashful about it and says stuff like "oh even though my routine wasn't perfect as a kid it was still an amazing experience to have with my Mom and Dad." (he is absolutely faking the bashfulness he just doesn't want people to google him and see he's won 15 gold medals before he turned 25 bc then there are questions and he's a relatively private person).

Bruce doesn't know that Dick was in the Olympics because an 8 yr old boy who grew up in a circus would have no idea of scale. (this is based on a random fic I read where a 12yr Dick Grayson did not call Bruce when there was an active gunmen at school -he found out from another parent a week later- but called him absolutely balling, making him rush home from work bc someone stuck gum in his hair.

So 12yro Dick just tells Bruce he wants to go to an acrobatics competition and Bruce is like sure, okay how long will you gone? and Dicks like a few weeks. And because Bruce has no scale of normal parenting things, he does not see this as an issue.

By the time Dicks 24 he just doesn't tell Bruce because he thinks it's hilarious he hasn't figured it out yet. Alfred doesn't tell him bc he's hardcore judging the 'world's greatest detective' very British-ly.

The only Titans that know are Wally and Donna and they are sworn to secrecy.

And yes he is mad bc he likes the women's gymnastics stuff more bc he grew up in a circus and he thinks it looks more fun.

[amyrosedaily]

Day 66: Dream (Silver Week day 1)

It’s Silver week!! (Thanks again to @speeding-fox for finding the prompts for me!! That was so nice of you!!) Silver and Amy are my two fav Sonic characters so I’m just gonna take Silver week to draw my fav two charas together for a week.

Uh…if that’s ok? The point is to appreciate Silver so maybe this isn’t fair to Silver?? If you guys think I shouldn’t let me know.

Anyway fusion au again today haha. I promise I won’t just fusion au all the time though.

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[psychictimestone]

Day 4: Apples 🍎

The plains of Soleanna, along with some specially crafted snacks, brings together two good friends for a picnic 🍎🧺

[wonderinc-sonic]

Day 4 - Apples

I hope you can tell that I was trying to go for Winnie the Pooh here... its a pretty ugly attempt I want to try another way

[absolution-orchard]

Silver Week 24 Late submissions are now open!

first off, a massive thank you to everyone who took part in Silver week, I was both impressed and amazed by the level of creativity everyone bought to the prompts and thank you for engaging in my silly idea because I'm not sure a (sonic) character week has really been done before(?). To have over 10 (near daily) active participants (and even more doing indvidual prompts!) across here, twitter/X and BlueSky is kinda crazy to me for my first hosting an event!

It's an idea I've been planning in my head for months and seeing it come to light and people participating and genuinely being happy at celebrating our favourite goober made it all worth it (even if I am tired now 😅!)

But back on topic, I've had several people tell me they would have loved to participate but couldn't due to time constraints or other issues, so this post is to clairify you are more than welcome to participate at any time of your convience! Just tag your posts with #SilverWeek24 or #Silver Week 24 or I won't be able to find them.

I won't be as quick to repost stuff as I was during the week (I need a small break 🙏) but I will get around to everyone I find in those tags. I won't be reposting the prompts like I was daily during the event but if you need the prompts, just look to this account's pinned!

Once again thank you for your support on this project and lets do this again sometime 🤍

[arcane-fox]

Just to Pass the Time

Jackson!Joel x Female Reader Dancing the night away, Joel Miller has his sights on you.

Word Count: 850 Rating: 18+ MDNI Warnings: Reader age undisclosed. Choose your poison. Barely edited. Notes: My entry for @iamasaddie's 24 Hour Gif Mini Writing Marathon!

There he was. Perched in his chair in his usual place against the wall. Sitting idly, entertaining himself by enjoying the music and the scenery around him. He never joined in, just took in the sights and sounds and kept to himself. Doing the bare minimum to participate to keep his brother off his back. 

You could feel his eyes on you watching the way your body flowed with the beat. Dancing with your whole heart. Your skin damp with sweat from moving your hips and your face tired from laughing. Your jeans hugged your hips in all the right places with your hair down, wild and free. Your tight shirt accenting your breasts and your plunging neckline showing off enough skin to catch anyone's attention.  

You locked eyes with him as he gave the most subtle side smirk before looking away, tapping his mostly empty whiskey glass. He was nursing that last sip and fidgeting with his glass before returning back to you. He couldn’t resist with the way you were moving and how you were dressed.

Joel Miller was a ‘just to pass the time’ situation, but somehow you found yourself caught in his web again and again. Maybe it was the softness of his gaze or the pity you harbored for him always looking so alone. It was something you intended to happen only once.

His facade was all business. Serious and protective and spending little time at town social gatherings like this. He was mysterious to most people in Jackson who wrote him off as a grump who was disinterested in anything fun. 

You had given him a chance a few months ago when you were well beyond drunk. And again a few weeks later, when you couldn’t escape the way he drank in your body. And again… the week prior, when that needy ache growing between your legs wasn’t going away.

You recalled how he hoisted you onto the countertop that first time, never losing contact with your ravenous mouth on his. You undid his belt and reached for his hardness, starved to be touched and was pleasantly surprised to find he was packing.

How your fingers twisted into his long curls at his nape as you draped your arms over his shoulders. He was so solid and rugged for a 60 something year old man. The silver streaks in his beard showed like a badge of honor and you liked how they prickled at your skin. He was a catch if anyone could get past his prickly demeanor.

How you wrapped your legs around his waist while he hiked up your denim skirt, letting his hand drag up your thigh and his fingers slide into your panties. He fingered you with his expert touch until he made you beg for his cock. 

He wasn’t a man of many words, but you didn’t mind. His deep groans were music to your ears, and you liked that he didn’t waste time. Just got right down to it, and did a damn good job of it too. Fucking you senseless in the bathroom of the Jackson recreational hall. 

Joel Miller could fuck.

While you flitted around the dancefloor being carried by the lively melodies and the alcohol's influential touch, you could feel his gaze on you. Familiar and not unwelcome. The pull that you knew you were not going to be able to resist for much longer. 

He was sneaky too, trying to act busy with his drink. He looked more like some sort of chaperone sitting on the sidelines. You knew him better now. Knew his tricks to lure you in and still you didn’t mind falling for the bait. You let him watch knowing how hard you were making him while he stirred in his seat. Feeling the tiniest bit of guilt for teasing him. 

And that's how you ended up the way you did. The way you always did when Joel was horny and you were already soaking wet with your arousal, eager to have him filling you yet again.

Your slow walk towards him as the song ended and the subtle nod towards the bathrooms was all he needed. He was a gentleman after all, never pushing for more than you wanted until you signaled it was time to play. 

He tipped back the last swig of whiskey and sauntered behind you, acting casual despite his hardness getting uncomfortably tight against his denim.

“Not past your bedtime yet, Miller?” you tease as he follows behind you discretely. As you look over your shoulder, you see his eyes trailing up after lingering on your ass.

He keeps his cool and chews the inside of his cheek to suppress the smirk that wants to grow across his face.

The door locked shut behind him and his mouth was on you in an instant. Devouring your body with his tongue and discarding your clothing with abandon. 

Another night to be ended by the mercy of his cock.

A girl could get used to this... just to pass the time of course.

Tagging a few Joel moots if you wanna read something short 🫶 @pedgito @aurorawritestoescape @milla-frenchy @thedilfdiaries @magpiepills

@toxicanonymity @cuppajoel @joelspeach @pedropeach @almostempty

@evolnoomym @beardedjoel @baronessvonglitter @guiltyasdave @whocaresstillthelouvre

[hellenhighwater]

Okay, I'm in the research and resource-compilation stage of this Laika project. Dimensions on this are going to be specific enough that I will have to fully mock this up before I can start on the ceramic part of things (though I suppose I could work on Laika herself; we'll see). Rough dimensions on this are looking like probably 24 inches tall, 12-14 inches wide, and 6-8 inches deep.

The upper half of this piece would be relatively straightforwards, from a construction standpoint--layers of ceramic and glass to make a flickering star backdrop for Laika like the one I have in my living room clock of the world. I may do some kind of visible element of the rotating disc layer--maybe do a laser cut sheet of metal with engravings, or some kind of cloisonné with colored enamel illustrations? Doesn't really matter at this stage, that's decorative problems to be figured out later. Tech here: rotating motor, LED backlighting, and some laser cutting.

The bottom half of this is where things get thorny. Laika's capsule had a tiny, 6 inch window* that she presumably could see out of. I want to find a little silver porthole of approximately the correct size, and embed it in the front face, looking into the depths of the piece, where I'm thinking I will rig up a screen looping video footage of Laika herself (a bit limited, since there doesn't seem to be a lot of video of her; little of it in color and all of it the sort of resolution one would expect from 1957), ideally edited so it's sort of scaled like she's in the capsule. Then, screen brightness and venue light levels permitting, I think I want to try for a pepper's ghost effect, in the space between Laika and the porthole. If I can get the light levels to work, which will be tricky, I would have the pepper's ghost show a view of the earth from orbit--that wide, low, curved horizon, moving from light to day, almost like you're seeing a reflection of Laika's view, hovering transparently in front of her. This means I need to trawl the digital archives of various space programs for appropriate footage (thankfully they have TONS of free use video and photos, but there's an almost overwhelming amount to trawl through.)

I think I can get away with just using digital picture frames for my video displays, which may be easier than raspberry pi's. We'll see.

The very bottom would be the rolling reel for a tiny embedded music box, playable in the bottom corner. Details very rough still!

*at least according to my very preliminary research; books shall be arriving in the mail this week.

[bullet-prooflove]

The Rose: Michael "Robby" Robinavitch x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @flyinglama @yousigned-upforthis @oklahomapeach @queensland-lover93

Companion piece to:

Lipstick (NSFW) - It's love at first blow job for Dr Robby.

Crisis - Robby has a bad day.

ASMR For The Soul - Robby doesn't sleep when you're not around.

Bunny - Robby discovers you've been keeping secrets.

Something To Complain About (NSFW) - You ignite the ire of Robby's neighbour with your bedroom noises.

Noise Cancelling - Robby discovers his neighbour keeps a spreadsheet of your antics.

Poolside - When Robby's had a really shitty day he always ends up whereever you are.

The Betting Pool - Robby discovers that his collegues have been taking bets on his relationship.

Fifty Shades of Robby - Robby's collegues see the truth of his relationship when they find your Instagram.

Dumb Bitch - Robby exhibits his protective side when another man steps on his territory.

Stop Compressions, Start Compressions - Robby loses everything in the aftermath of Pittfest.

24 Hours - Robby refuses to leave your side in the aftermath of the shooting.

Saftey Rail - Abbot gets real with Robby when he finds him on the roof.

Baby, It's Gonna Be Alright - Robby wonders if he's fucked things up with you for good.

Exorcism (NSFW) - Robby and you finally find a way to be honest with one another.

There’s a rose taped to Robby’s locker.

Not a real one.

But one made of tangerine coloured paper, meticulously folded through origami. His fingers trace over the delicate petals before he carefully removes it, wrapping the tape around the stem so he doesn’t tear it.

The soft scent of the ocean clings to the paper, flooding his senses. There’s a light citrus element to it that he can only attribute to the woman in his life, the one he married last year on the beach.

It’s your wedding anniversary today and he’d taken a shift because you’d been away at lifeguard camp getting those last few hours signed off so that you can become a fully qualified assessor for the city.

He opens his locker, tucking the rose inside before checking his watch and frowning. He hadn’t expected you to be back in the city until later on tonight.

“Allegra still here?” He asks Dana as he returns to The Pitt, pumping the antibacterial dispense and spreading the gel over his hands.

“In the breakroom.” Dana says distractedly as she sorts through the files in front of her “I think she has a little something for you.”

“Colour me intrigued.” Robby murmurs as he grasps the door handle. The two of you aren’t supposed to be doing gifts until tonight and he’s wondering what’s led to this impromptu visit.

When he opens the door there you are sitting at the table, looking as stunning as ever. Your time at camp has given you a pretty glow that seems to radiate from you. It has Robby’s cock stirring in his scrubs because it’s been over a week since the two of you last laid eyes on each other and his body intimately remembers the fun you got into the morning before you left.

His gaze falls to the small silver gift box with the navy blue ribbon perched on the table front of you. You smile as you push it towards him and fuck, it feels like sunlight chasing away all those dark nights without you. “Happy anniversary.”

“I thought we were doing presents later.” He says, his lips brushing over your temple before he takes up residence in the  seat beside you.

“I couldn’t wait any longer.” You tell him as his fingertips tugging at the artfully crafted bow, unravelling it.

He lifts the lid on the box and his breath catches. His chest grows tight, an ache of emotion blossoming in the centre as he swallows hard against the lump in his throat. His eyes sting as he tries to blink away the salt that threatens to leak down his cheeks, his palm rubbing across his bearded jawline.

“Really?” He questions, his fingertips tracing over the tiniest set of yellow baby booties he’s ever laid eyes on. “This is really happening?”

“Yea Robby.” You say, taking his hand and pressing his palm to the space where his child resides. “You’re going to be a father.”

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