#silverlandings

[glitterlikegold]

By John Russo for 20th Century Fox - 2016

[secrettimemachineflower]

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[tweexcore-undrgrnd]

good evening i was very unproductive today because I was fatigued and cold and I kept napping and having freaky nightmares.

was listening to some songs from the Moshi monsters movie because I was That kinda kid and ummmmm does anyone else think the sweet tooth stomp is kinda Cedricpilled???? like. just go give it a listen. trust. he's so spiritually aligned with it. I could see him being a candy themed villain. also the "YOW!!!" is one of my longest lasting stims I think I saw that movie in cinema when I was younger and it just stuck. forgot all about it's until recently I heard this song again and went "wait." and everything lined up. YOW!!??!!

[icbrothers]

Slowly easing myself back into drawing with Sapphire of Silverland from Princess Knight

[silverhearted-robin-hood]

[awhirr]

Silverland feat. Daisy Dance - Ain't No Turning Back

[ycungmagick]

@sapphosheiir asked: “Don’t worry about it. This happens sometimes.” Blood will be shed.

"That doesn't make it any less worrying, your highness. Please hold still..."

Ophelia finishes bandaging Sapphire's wounds, and cleaning off the blood. The Prince could certainly hold their own against horrid men looking to rob her, but... the wounds always last... she would know.

"There. I have some soup cooking inside. It'll help your wounds heal..."

[phyrofwild]

Zephyr knew the witch in front of him was well aware of his connections to Druidism, but his true nature as a Genasi was a secret hidden from the world that few would really know about, so the other's words were to be expected. "A Druid can never lie..." He spoke with a theatrical short bow and the scoff that followed. A truth he found so easily manipulatable since people seemed to trust them so easily due to that belief they didn't even have to lie about anything, they just had to omit the truth from their words and perform their ever-so-righteous part on that play. "Their beliefs blind them from what really matters. They hide behind their pretty words and virtues and only see things as black and white, never all the shades of gray... Hypocrites." He said the last part under a sigh, taking a long sip that finished his cup.

The merchant stopped for a second and decided to look beyond his own personal experience, as it did not matter. "I think I've just drank too much." He laughed it off. "It doesn't even really matter... The Druids may be assholes, but they can be helpful to the right people." If that aligned or did not interfere with their notion of balance and equilibrium, that was. So far as the other's wishes were fair, he could find answers in their Ancient Stones. The Genasi stood up from his chair. "I think we'll see how that goes... Good luck, young friend." He chuckled, leaving a few coins to pay the bill on the table and left.

The homesickness he wrestled with wasn't easily placated, but neither was Alrik the type to wallow about his misfortune. He'd been through worse and survived far more terrible things than displacement. Alrik would always make due, he was a survivor and he'd endure Lysara's backwards customs as well.

"The only faith I place is in myself." Alessia's betrayal still sat on his shoulders, there had been a time when he thought it would be the two of them against the world. It was only in retrospect that Alrik realized how childish it was, their paths diverged and from here on he would walk his alone. Phyr's candor surprised him though, "I didn't expect to hear that from one of their own." Alrik had eyes, insight, and history with the merchant beside him. That they were both hiding in plain sight in Yggdrasildal wasn't lost on him. Alrik, who'd never met a witch he trusted, then asked, "What made you so jaded?"

[phantom-air-pirate]

Tag dump: Relationships

[glitterlikegold]

By Dana Scruggs for The Hollywood Reporter - 2019

[alucardrakul]

@etienneulven location: Silverlands notes: i tried really hard to think of one where he'd be shirtless, but I couldn't, so you get plaid in the woods to compensate.

Beneath the Silverlands was an ore considered precious to the elvhen, orichalcum was the make of so many of their weapons and armaments, but more interesting was the impact it had on the natural world. Duly named, the trees of this realm held a distinct, silvery hue- the canopy glistened with the light from the waning sun. It case gold through the leaves that looked as though it had set each blade on fire.

Sinewy bark in deep lines held veins of the same make, though it ran deeper than the outer layer looked almost gray. Nestled within this enchanted forest, Caer Glas Keep had been reopened to the Legion of the Dead as a bastion against the blight. Tales of what had occurred at Nornwatch Tower and Isengrim's Embrace had spread, but to most, they remained the harrowing tale of a far-off problem.

In the evening air Alucard wandered, uncharacteristically on foot, he marched through the tree line and surveyed the land for any signs of corruption. According to reports from the locals, the princes of Avalon and Lysara had sealed the tunnels below Caer Glas Keep when they discovered darkspawn below... But as they'd come to know, tunnels like those were often deep, and expansive.

As he wandered, as did Alucard's mind - this walk less official and more warranted as now and then he felt... Absent. Pulled in a variety of directions; there was still no word from Ankhuria, and now, so close to his father, he could feel Vlad through their connection more prominently than ever.

Stopping at a river, the scent of the water across the rocks, the moisture in the air, the sound of the distant waterfall- Alucard took them in and tried to focus on something other than what he was missing. Through it all he heard something familiar, the scent followed. First the steady but feathery pulse of the boy from the Wastelands, next came the smell of pears.

Alucard didn't look, not at first, he waited a beat as his usual dramatics gave way to the breeze off the river that tussled his hair. He spoke into the ozone as Alucard's red eyes gazed at a reflection of the clothes he wore and nothing more.

"Dhampirs never see their own face," Alucard admitted, "I never knew I had my father's eyes- that I looked so much like him-" except in height, "until he commissioned a portrait of me." When the dhampir turned around, he fixed his red eyes upon Etienne. "What do you see?"

[phyrofwild]

Zephyr let out a short laugh, it was funny how she categorized him as a thief of all things. He'd hardly considered himself as such even if that was a title that came with his position within the Thieves' Guild, and that was because he would never get his own hands dirty, although he did deal with those who did. "You call me a thief but I doubt you've ever seen me steal anything..." He spoke and offered her a wink. He'd leave it up to her how she'd take his words, if he was suggesting he was that good or saying he resort to stealing.

Her next words, however, spiked his interest, and the smile he had on his lips turned a bit less mischevous. "May I ask what you need that sort of information for, Captain?" He asked. They both knew all too well she didn't have to answer that question as long as she had something of value to offer, and she seemed to be offering the one thing he once wanted from her, but also a thing that was hard to accept since the barrier was still up and no one from the outside knew if those who mattered inside were still alive or had already been consumed by either the war or the darkspawn.

The Genasi didn't say anything for a moment, but soon looked over at the bartender who'd brought them two cups of ale, thanking him with a nod and watching as he went away. "I could give you the information you want, but... f Iskaran refugees can't be saved through your methods, what will you give me instead?"

“Let’s find out if it is worth the price, or if I will have to find something more interesting for you,” she drawls, stepping into the Cisterns behind him, eyes flickering around to see the usual crew she finds every time she chooses to visit the rumored bar before her gaze settles back in Phyr. Careful eyes note the exchange between the bartender and Phyr, and Valdís adds the interaction to the growing list of evidence she had of Phyr going around more than she had known. The more evidence, the better, for it meant that his information network was as thorough as he claimed. He has not led her wrong, so far, but it never hurts to be careful. 

Valdís is taken by surprise when the other manages to clear a table with a look and a gesture, but she keeps her face neutral as she tucks away that bit of information. It is different, she thinks, from having a vast information network, and she supposes she might have to keep a closer eye on the thief than she had initially decided to. Clearly, what he hides goes far deeper than she thinks. 

“A thief and a gentleman, what a pleasant surprise,” she snarks as she takes the offered chair and settles comfortably, leaning into the table and resting her head on her hand as she observes the thief through narrowed eyes. The Captain of the Ran Armada considers the informant for a moment, before the answer slips through her lips. “I want information on Iskaldrik and the survivors. What happened, what is happening, who made it out. That sort of thing.���

The barrier makes it so there will be no excursions into Iskaldrik for a while, but sooner or later it will fall, and she will be ready.

[silverhearted-robin-hood]

Sapphire and Mama:

Bonus: Fierce Mama

[thenightdance-if]

What exactly is the domestic situation for MC like? Like is their family cool or... well, not so cool

the first word that comes to mind is lonely. being the first child of a king definitely has its downsides. after the death of his wife, the queen, the king became sorrowful and paranoid about mc’s health and safety. the situation took a turn for the worse when he realized his child could not be found in their chambers most nights, only to appear lying on their bed in the morning, as though they had never left—and mc offers him no answer, for how could he ever understand?

their domestic life is one of the reasons why mc voluntarily travels to the silverlands. they can be free there; they can dance, talk, laugh, mingle—be themselves, really. which is something they can’t do in their home at the moment.

[princemordecai]

@ikarosx Location: Silverlands Timeline: Flashback: 3014 AC- before the war with Astoria. Notes: it's not their first meeting, but it's another meeting.

There was a stillness to the air about the silver trees of these forests; Leander remembered visiting these groves when he was practically still a kid. Amid the storm, a serenity hung about the people who called this place home, the flora, and the fauna. The lionhearted boy pretended not to be afraid, even if he wanted to jump out of his skin with every clap of thunder that beat the air around them. Leander remembered the laughter, the Olympians out in the storm casting lighting - it was terrifying, but all the boy could think about was he wanted to be them someday.

The rain had come again, but it was light and sensitive as if the world was still taking one careful breath after another, preparing to wail. Every child grew up with tales of the Blight, folklore to most, a reality for some. The blight corrupted lands, and it ran rampant sickness - but the will of some greater malevolence? Leander took that as a difficult pill to swallow. People loved to blame a higher power for their own failings, but the truth was that when their backs were against the wall, everyone showed their true face.

"Ikaros you look-" Well, "the same," a grin etched its way up the corner of Leander's lips. "the exact same." Benefits of aging slower than these trees the elvhen were so fond of. "I heard you were heading out to the Keep, I want to join you."

[phyrofwild]

There was a short nervous laugh that left his mouth as the other said those words, blushing a bit, but sure enough he nodded at the other. "That is a dangerous number of times you've seen such a thing." He pointed out, wondering if it was an exaggeration or really the truth that he'd watched that many stampedes, either way having seen one was already concerning. "But it would be nice..."

It really was a short notice, he only had a few hours to get everything ready for that. "I better prepare a few things, then." He spoke, thinking for a second what he'd be bringing with him to this supposed short trip. Phyr then drank what was left of his cup and left it on the table, gesturing to the barman as he left a few coins next to it. "I'll see you in the morning, Abelas." He smiled at the other, getting up from his seat and turning on his heels to leave the bar.

𝒯𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝓊𝑒𝒹…

"A world without humans... That sounds nice." Peaceful, and much more interesting. Abelas couldn't remember the last time he'd heard a human talk when he didn't just actively tune it out completely. If they wanted him to listen, then maybe they shouldn't have smelled so bad and looked so annoying. "You know, if I had a gold piece for every time I watched an elephant trample someone to death, I'd buy this whole bar and then give it to you so we always had somewhere to hang out together." Abelas would also forget because he did that quite often, but the thought was there.

It shouldn't have been too dangerous of a quest, Abelas just wanted to go himself, but his brother was insisting that he put the call out. Ikaros was probably the only person in the world that he listened to, so he'd done as requested.

Phyr spun around in his seat and Abelas smiled reflexively, "Phyr?! The Merchant?!" Abelas was stunned, performatively so, "We'll leave in the morning, if you can be ready on short notice." Not to be dramatic or anything, but it was a matter of life or death.