#smol bean whisper

[whispangleblogger]

She brought her Tangle plushy, wish her a happy birthday ! little quick paint for whispers special day ^^

[checkdapinnedplease]

Whisper the Wolf!

First Time drawing her, tomorrow hopefully i'll draw tangle(and hopefully a bit of whispangle)

Oh yeah and this as well

*silent autism*

[memetic-trigger-hazard]

Trope blender strikes again!

Since the formation of the Justice League Dark to deal with supernatural threats, Diana had been acting as the team's 'Superman' for lack of a better term.

It was, however, not a position she was entirely suited to, as ironically enough when engaging supernatural threats she was better suited to the same role that Batman played in the Justice League, engaging with superior training, tactics and specialised tools while also acting as battlefield tactical command.

With the lack of any other candidates however, she made do. But not for long.

Thanks to a wandering little girl, Diana had gained a new cousin and uncle who were refreshingly free of the hubris of the Greek pantheon, as well as an unexpected (and terrifying) meeting with her Grandfather who was far different from the stories, she supposed death and a few millennia would calm someone down. She was pleased however to add some paternal family members she could enjoy calm moments with.

Her Uncle was willing to help, however his backlog from the previous King in addition to the repairs and ongoing negotiations for reparations with the United States government made her feel guilt for placing further demands on him.

Her younger cousin however was more than happy to "get out of the house", her Father's comments about the expansiveness of a TARDIS castle completely ignored.

Ellie was already training with her old friend Pandora (So many happy reunions) so Diana was more than willing to take her to Themascerya for an initiation to the Sisterhood of Amazon's. Danny was ecstatic that his daughter was making friends.

Now Ellie as Banshee is JLD's front line fighter and Diana is the tactician, a dynamic duo of their own. Diana is so proud of her little cousin.

Which is why today was very..... Strange.

~

Basically the JLD have to head to the Watchtower for some threat, Ellie is super pumped because SPACE and Diana is excited to take her smol bean cousin to the Watchtower for the first time.

Batman and Co arrive and Drama TM occurs because "Holy shit that little girl looks like a Talia with blue eyes", Damian starts accusing and mouthing off, Ellie freaks because her Dad has warned her about the League of Assassins, so she freaks and bails.

Diana is explaining who Ellie is, how they're related when Uncanny Valley Danny in human form comes out of a portal in his "Royal Casual" work attire. Loose jeans,button up with vest, fluffy slippers with a coffee mug in hand. He's facing Diana, paying 0 attention to who else is there beyond "cool space station".

"Hey niece, why is my daughter running through my castle screaming about killer birds?"

"Ah, I believe she is referring to Robin being a former member of the League of Assassins." Diana replies.

Batman and the rest of the Justice League are tense, assessing this possible ally who RADIATES power and death. Anyone affected by death can feel it like static in their teeth during a lightning storm. Those who have been into the Lazarus Pits feel safe yet the overwhelming urge to KNEEL BEFORE YOUR KING.

"Well shit, someone actually escaped from the Fruit Loop Supreme? Anyone who gets away from my asshole grandfather is alright by me." Danny replies as he turns to look at the various heros, taking a sip from his mug.

"Danyal?" A faint hopeful whisper as Damian takes his mask off to look at his Brother (HOW, HOW? HE LOST HIM HE'S HERE HOW?) His dead twin somehow here and changed so much.

*Slurp*

"Well shit, didn't expect this."

This entire time Bruce's brain is making crunching noises.

It's not the extra son that's apparently God of the Afterlives. It's not the granddaughter.

Diana is his son's niece. Bruce had sex with his grand niece. Barbara is right, he needs therapy.

[user-needs-new-hyperfixation]

TGCF Season 2 Episode 2 SCREECHING

One tiny complaint first: Crunchyroll for the love of anime could you proofread your captions even once?

Now, onto the screaming:

The whole table bit. Hua Cheng repelling it with little finger movements (that finger swirl, good heavens 😳) while Qianqiu is expending so much energy. Also the ghosts immediately replacing it with another giant table they just had on hand is hilarious.

Lang Quinqiu getting pelted with things and dropping from the ceiling off screen is also hilarious.

I just love the design and humour of all the ghosts.

THEY SPENT SO MUCH TIME ON THE DICE. IT'S SO SOFT AND ROMANTIC. So much happened in the last episode, but then they took their sweet sweet time with this, and that is correct and accurate and as it should be. The music. The red veil. The soft smiles and the hand touches. The ghosts whispering. The fact that Crunchyroll actually translated "gege" as "dear brother" once so you get a better feel of the respect and care HC is very very publicly showing Xie Lian.

Shi Qingxuan continues to be amazing in every way.

Xie Lian's obvious affection for Lang Quinqiu is so bittersweet.

Lang Quinqiu being all "Hey. No. Your friend is a bad guy but that doesn't mean you should trick him." Adorable smol bean. I've never really cared much about him one way or the other before, but the donghua version is getting me really attached.

THE BUN. THEY KEPT THE BUN. THEY!!! THEY...Xie Lian seeing Hua Cheng biting into it and just absolutely BOOKING IT and running into things is SO PERFECT. This is the exact energy he radiates after the first kiss, or after the CPR attempt, and I can't remember if he ran off like that at this point in the book but if he did I'd forgotten and if he didn't it's a PERFECT addition. 20/10

[wandixx]

Ghost of fries and hero of cookies part 5

All work words count: 14 643

Words in this part: 1 685

Summary of whole work: Duke wasn't expecting to wake up from his quick rooftop nap to some meta kid with fries. He also wasn't expecting kid to stay

Or

Danny asked Dani to stay safe while she was in Gotham. Where would she be safer than under the wing of local hero? And he looked like he needed bad day combo anyway

This part summary: Steph finally gets to meet Duke's kid. And she comes bearing gifts!

Beta read by @audhumla-sailor though English is second language for both of us, so proceed with this in mind. I also know all of the charaters through fics alone, so probably ooc. Stay catious if it's something you don't like

First part, Previous part

Duke was really glad that Bruce was busy whole previous evening and couldn’t give him The TalkTM Vigilante edition. Maybe he shouldn’t because B being busy spoke trouble but he couldn’t feel too sad about it. He didn’t want to have The TalkTM though.

For now, Dani was running next to him, with a serious look on her face that was kinda uncanny. She wasn’t supposed to not be happy and some weird instincts were screaming at him to fix it and fix it now. But he didn’t know how!

Though some of his jokes caused a little smile, so it was good.

It turned potentially less good when she stopped without warning, lowering herself to the fighting stance (finally proper, which made him so immensely proud by the way). He stopped too, wishing they wouldn’t have to fight but he knew better than to latch on this hope.

“What’s up, Hoopoe?” he whispered.

“Someone is coming. Light, use grapple” Most likely one of the Bats then, they were due to a visit anyway. However better to not lower his guard in case he was mistaken or it was a prank/test. His expectations were proven right though, when purple blur flipped over the edge of the roof. He relaxed and put hand on Dani’s shoulder so she wouldn’t tackle Steph before they could explain anything. She seemed on edge like that whole day.

“Hey Spoiler” he greeted to further show that the blonde was a friend.

“Sup Signal! Heard I can finally meet your little friend!”

Dani straightened herself and tried to float a few inches up to seem higher probably.

“I’m considerably higher than most kids my age” she deadpanned. She really wasn’t though. He was still trying to learn whether her size was caused more by genetics or malnourishment. Her only family member Duke knew of was also small, so maybe it was a family thing though.

Steph shrugged, waving her palm a few inches below her shoulder, approximately where Damian reached, quite few inches over Dani’s head.

“Robin is the family’s smol violent bean and you’re shorter than him. You’re small bean, deal with this”

Little girl pouted, crossing her arms. Steph cooed.

“Oh, you even get angry like he does!”

Young meta looked like she was asking ‘Should I use violence?’ and inch towards the answer ‘Yes’. Duke decided he should step in before she acted on these thoughts. Teasing was the opposite of what girl needed at the moment. Some good fight might not be bad but maybe not with Steph.

“Cut it Spoiler”

She rolled her eyes so dramatically he could tell she did so despite her mask. He still thought it was impressive “Don’t be boring dude”

Dani growled in a way that couldn’t be fully human, just like she did when they talked about her training for the first time. Duke squeezed her arm. Girl glanced at him before sagging so much he was scared she would fall for a hot second. He exchanged concerned looks with Steph over her lowered head. It was not normal nor was it good.

“Alright, you’re not smol,” Steph agreed lightly “Officially at least. What’s in my head stays there. Does it work for you?”

Duke almost hit her in the arm. Not strongly, in a friendly manner but still. He didn’t only because it seemed to somehow work. He let his hands drop.

“Your mind is sacred,” Dani started seriously “what leaves your mouth is not. Can’t diss you on your thoughts but I’ll on your words” she shared like it was some important truth of life. Or folklore proverb though Duke wasn’t sure about the latter. Afterall he was Gothamite born and breed, he knew countryside from movies “And actions. Actions are kinda important,” meta girl added in lighter tone after moment of thinking.

“Yeah, actions are the best” Steph agreed easily “Hey, can I get it on a T-shirt? I’ll love and cherish it”

“First you laugh at my height and then you want my intellectual property for free? For shame, Spoiler, for shame?”

Steph looked thoughtful, theatrically over exaggerating her body language. 

“Valid” she nodded.

Duke decided he would just watch whatever was going to happen and did damage control if needed. He didn’t feel up to anything else anyway.

“Heard your cape went in an adventure,” the purple vigilante admitted after moment of silence. Dani shrugged rubbing her arms awkwardly. Duke knew she normally would fix said cape. It was her way of fidgeting.

“Yup, it’s good way to put it,” girl nodded. “Somebody needed it more, I hope it enjoys its travel. I should get a replacement soon”

“Well, I can’t let fellow caped crusader, who understands necessity of hood, run capeless”

Younger girl waved her hands in a flurry motion of dismissal.

“Don’t-” she stopped when her eyes locked on orange bundle Steph took from somewhere under her cloak. Opportunity to pull tricks like that had made Duke consider adding some sort of cape to his Signal suit back when he had been working on it back in a day but dismissed it. He still wasn’t looking forward to learning curve of fighting with such additional liability. He couldn’t turn it intangible when it was in a way like certain white haired cheater did.

Speaking of Dani, girl stared at Steph’s gift like she couldn’t quite believe it was real. She held her hands close to her chest but her fingers flexed in grabby motion. Her eyes were hidden behind black lenses of her mask but everything else about her face further proved how awestruck she was. Even her muted aura brightened a bit in a way that he learned to recognize as excitement.

It was still kind of weird, by the way. Normal auras haven’t changed, it was kinda their thing.

Steph wiggled her gift a bit. Dani finally took it but had yet to put it on.

“It’s for me?” she whispered so utterly shocked and small that Duke mentally did a double take.

“Yeah, like I said, can’t let you run around without it”

“Oh”

Dani’s hand was gnawing at the edge of the material as if it was some sort of squashmellow.

“Try it on,” Steph encouraged gently.

“We need to check if Spoiler haven’t messed up something”

“Signal!”

Dani snorted, which was all Duke tried to achieve.

She put it on and after a moment of shuffling she once again became orange cloak with feet. She grinned widely looking far more relaxed and settled than she did moments before. She moved around a bit like she was in model show or at least what ten years old thought it could look like.

“You like it?”

“Yup, it’s amazing, thank you Spoiler… Though it’s heavier than I expected”

“Well, I don’t know what your first one was made out of but this is material I use, I found it the best balance between durability, weight and comfiness. Still, it’s quite dense and a bit heavy. Also, I added pockets because you can never have too many of them. Plus there are few glitter bombs inside. You know, ‘welcome to the team’ gifts,” Steph explained eagerly and judging by Dani’s smile, she loved her gifts. Duke would be a little worried on a Gotham crime’s behalf if it wasn’t well, crime and if he wasn’t all there to watch chaos these two would unfold from sidelines with bat-popcorn in hand (though it wasn’t really a thing yet, he would have to mention it to Tim or Jason). For now though, they really should continue on the patrol.

“Now that introductions are over, let’s get going. Crime never sleeps or something,” It was really weird to be the organized one. Before Dani showed up, on a day shift he was a sailor, a captain and a ship (or maybe Gotham was a ship-), We Are Robins days were chaos in purest form and shape and when he was called out for a night he usually was too tired to behave and was just additional mess to organize (on purpose, let him have his goddamn sleep, he wasn’t Tim).

“Okay,” Dani agreed cheerfully “There is a robbery at the greek diner we visited last Thursday. ‘s been going for five minutes or so,” she added unbothered.

“HOOPOE!”

“What?”

***

Spoiler jumped through the open window of the diner with a graceful roll, glitter bombs at hand. Hoopoe and Signal came inside right after her.

“Spoiler alert!” purple girl yelled, throwing two bombs at robbers heads and kicking third one in the ribs.

Dani decided  that she liked Spoiler right then and there as she threw her own brand new, orange(!) glitter bombs at remaining criminal.

***

Three of them were running through the city mostly uninterrupted after diner mishap. Steph tried to engage Dani in quip battle but younger girl for once wasn’t jumping on occasion. She kept close to Duke and his only reaction was smug smile in Spoiler’s direction. That’s what she got for trying to steal his sidekick.

“Oh!” Dani exclaimed delighted, stopping abruptly, a smile that spoke trouble gracing her face.

“No, we’re not busting Joker’s scheme by jumping into the meeting to beat them all up without proper back up, again, Hoopoe. They had guns, Hoopoe.”

“Wha- Wasn’t last time enough? Anyway, I heard there is fan meeting with Martian Manhunter in Los Angeles tomorrow,” Great, so no giving him heart attack right now. Thank God for that.

“Shame he won’t make it, huh?” Steph mussed “He is in Illinois right now, isn’t he? It would take him two days driving to even get there”

Dani’s expression looked thoughtful “It’s quite far”

“Yeah, around… 2,500 miles from here”

“Huh”

“What got you thinking kid?” she inquired, ruffling her hair.

“Not a kid and I thought- there is kidnapping at three!” Dani darted in that direction before finishing sentence. Duke jumped right after her slightly scared. She was not ready to handle stuff like that without back up and she would try if he let her run of like that.

********

Steph: I'm meeting my almost niece tomorrow what should I- *gives a gremlin child an ultimate weapon of chaos*

Sometime before this part:

Steph: So, how is your kid?

Duke: She is not my kid!

Duke: By the way, wanna see video I saved of her doing proper side kick for the first time?

Danielle "looks like 10 years old is 10 months max" Phantom: I am in fact much higher than most kids my age

Duke "whoever is feeding this tiny child does bad job at it" Thomas & Stephanie "it's just a lil baby" Brown: Yeah... sure...

Next part

"Tag list" (i haven't expected to ever make it)

@pickleking8

[ruru195]

Look Who's Looking

The living room was unusually quiet, rare, considering the entire gang was over at Felix and Oswald’s house. Bendy was lounging upside down on the couch, Cuphead and Mugman were fighting over the last cookie, Mickey was pretending not to be invested in the drama, and Boris was quietly filming the chaos as usual.

But today, all attention was on the tiny basket in the middle of the room, lined with the fluffiest blankets Oswald could find and warmed with Felix's obsessive, overprotective care.

Inside the basket were them, the four newest little additions to the chaos: Felix and Oswald’s newborn kittens.

Two boys, two girls. Tiny, wiggly, black-furred bundles with round bellies and the gentlest purrs. They had inherited the shimmering hazel-blue mix of their parents’ eyes, though no one had seen them yet, they���d been sleeping and squeaking with their eyes shut for days.

“Are they gonna open ‘em yet?” Bendy asked, peeking over the edge of the basket and earning a sharp swat from Felix, who was curled up protectively nearby.

“Back up! You’re breathing too loud!”

Bendy blinked. “I breathed, Felix.”

“Exactly.”

Oswald chuckled, wrapping an arm around Felix’s waist. “They’ll open them when they’re ready, sweetheart.”

Right on cue, one of the tiniest kittens, nicknamed "Bean" by Mugman, stretched their little paws with a dramatic squeak. The gang leaned in slowly, holding their breath.

Then… two bright, hazel-and-blue eyes blinked open for the first time.

“Oh my goodness!” Boris whispered, nearly dropping his camera. “Did you see that?!”

Another kitten blinked too, then another. One yawned so hard it rolled onto its back.

Cuphead gasped. “They’re looking at us. Guys. Guys. We’re the first things they’re seeing!”

“They’re gonna need therapy,” Mickey muttered.

Felix was crying already, tail twitching and paws shaking as he gently nuzzled them. “They’re so beautiful. They’re so tiny. They’re seeing the world for the first time and we’re the world. We’re their world.”

“Felix,” Oswald said softly, brushing away a tear on his husband’s cheek, “you are their world.”

Felix sniffled. “That’s worse! I have to be perfect!”

One of the kittens, this one nicknamed “Nib” by Bendy, crawled toward Felix’s paw, blindly bumping into it before curling up beside it with a tiny squeak.

“…I am never moving again,” Felix whispered.

Bendy grinned. “You say that now, but wait till they start climbing your face.”

“Oh I hope they do,” Mickey said, surprisingly soft. He reached down and let one of the kittens paw at his gloved finger. “They’re gonna break hearts when they grow up.”

“All four of them,” Mugman said with a proud smile. “Powerful little chaos team.”

“And they’ve got 420 siblings ready to corrupt them,” Cuphead snorted.

From the hallway came a sudden stampede, and the infamous bunny horde piled into the room, all of them gasping and squealing in awe.

"THEY EYES!!" one yelled.

"SMOL EYES!" another cried.

"THEY CAN SEE US NOW!"

The kittens blinked in confusion as the room erupted with cheers, snuggles, and a few bunnies singing a weird made-up “Welcome to Sight” song. Amidst the chaos, the kittens looked up… and blinked again.

Four new lives. Four little souls. And a whole weird, loving, LOUD family to protect them.

[canopies-of-gold-and-evergreen]

🍂My tags🍃

My art tags: [#vtft art tour] is where you’ll find all of my non-fandom related art posts. [#vtft fan art] is where you’ll find all of my fan art. [#Sid’s photography] is where you’ll find all the pictures I have taken. [#Sid’s writing] is where you’ll find all of my non-fandom related writing. [#Sid’s recipes] is where you’ll find all of my original recipes.

My Sleep Token lore theory tag: [#vtft lore theory]

Announcements, random talking, etc. tags: [#Sid talks to themselves, babbles, Sid becomes an encyclopedia, Sid’s twitch announcement]

Mental health journey: [#✨into the thick of it✨] piecing my mental health back together after a multiple month long mental breakdown.

From the queue/scheduled posts: [#do queue hear the whispers on the wind?]

This post is beautiful but it’s hurts: [#ornate dagger to the heart]

Give me an offering of nature (in an ask). You are now a creature in my forest: [#welcome to the forest, Sid’s creatures]

Other tags: SPACE, SCIENCE, THE MOON, THE STARS, NATURE, THE TREES, LOTR, TOLKIEN

Answering asks: hiiii [insert name]

Friend tags: these will evolve over time, that’s a guarantee. If any of you don’t like your tags, let me know and I can definitely change them.

@elkkiel : fuckin buddy over here, beans the magnificent

@thewayyoulay : secret agent youlay

@pastlivesxpastlie : 4eral 4 4riends

@frothingatthemaw : kitty, magpie, maw and co

@gestureintongues : hot chocolate fiend

@galaxy-tacos : intergalactic snack foods

@ghostkingart / @ixvessel : the jax of all friends

@shatterthefragments : apple cider fiend, the fox friend

@wishicoulddisappear / @sabe-amidala : birds of a feather

Sleep token category tags:

III: [#bassy boi, the chaos ballerina, fancy vampire man, evil clown man, mad scientist, grim reaper] all tags referring to III. Bassy boi as well as the default [#sleep token iii] are for generic III pics. The chaos ballerina is for any pics where he’s being particularly…well chaotic. Fancy vampire man is for all pics where he’s dressed as a fancy vampire man. Evil clown man is pics where he looks like he’s about to murder the shit outta someone. Mad scientist is for all the pics where he looks like he held onto an electric fence for about 5 seconds too long. Grim reaper is for pics/vids where he’s wearing The Cardigan™️.

IV: [#sir numerals/pinstripe/sparkles the fourth] all tags referring to IV. [sleep token iv] is the default. Numerals/pinstripe/sparkles referring to different outfits and/or eras.

II: [#lemon boi, pocket king, mini evil clown man] all tags referring to II. Lemon boi is the default, as well as [#sleep token ii] for generic pics. Ones where you can see how smol he is get pocket king. Mini evil clown man is when he’s doing the thing that iii does, where he looks like he’s about to murder the fuck outta someone. But make it smaller.

Vessel: [#sleep token vessel] is default. [#the ski-daddler on the roof] is for posts where he’s doing something chaotic or just silly on stage. [#the eldritch noodle man strikes again] is for when he looks like an absolute cryptid (affectionate).[#(emotion) poetry man] for posts that show vessels different emotions. Example: sad poetry man, angry poetry man, happy poetry man, etc. [#the porcelain mask] think “a mask tells us more than a face.” Saved for magazine shoots. [#happy smily boy, vessels two front teeth, teeth appreciation] are all for posts where he’s either smiling or showing teeth in general. Thank you 🪽⚫️ for your help with these, I appreciate you.

Espera: [#the goddesses, sleep token espera] tags referring to…you guessed it, the espera. They remind me of the triple goddesses, so yeah.

Miscellaneous: [#the boifrienns, smooches, cutie patootie(s)] posts where the boys are being affectionate towards each other…in various ways. Use your imagination.

[jev-urisk]

How Cuddleable Are Your OCs? Tag

Saw this posted by @talesofsorrowandofruin and figured I'd give it a go!

Premise: Answer the title question using a scale of 1-10 and give context.

✨️I'll be using my 7 Circles characters✨️

Klaus:

7.5/10 Emotionally safe to cuddle with, warm, strong arms, whispers soothing reassurances. Might get fidgety over long cuddles though (has Fae-D-H-D).

Kazimier:

2/10 This restless man not only doesn't sleep, he often gets so wrapped up in his machinations he forgets to feed. IF hes cuddling you he a) is manipulating his way closer to you for crime reasons b) just fed on you and is trying to figure out his exit, or c) is using you for survival body heat. Try instigating a cuddle and you're gonna get the hell scratched outta ya.

Valian:

5/10 So smol, such soft hair, what a cute bean. But he's also a squirmy little bastard with a crass voice and the pointiest knees and elbows. So, cuddles best when unconscious.

Seeker:

9/10 FOUR ARMED HUGS. Hugs with four arms! Also so tall and super nurturing. They could tell me it'll all work out and I'd believe them. Caretaker femme energy.

Tagging @katenewmanwrites @scorpiothesaint and @officialauthorofanotherworld (but no pressure!)

[koko-blueturtle]

Rant below it’s probably been done but oh fucking well it’s been rent free for long enough

Ok so, in my brain (yeah I have one crazy right) I’ve had this idea. Au where Ody doesn’t kill the child blah blah blah- PLOT TWIST Telemarketing is veeerrry jelly. Big green monster of envy comes out to whisper in his ear. Everything is the same except that the child was hidden in ody’s cloak and (eventually) made it to Ithaca as a ten-or-so year old. Fast forward blah blah blah few years later or something. (I’m such a great story teller chat) Telemarketer is sick of this kid who has had his father to himself for his whole life and what did he get? No dad and the suitor being assholes. Now, smol child doesn’t know his past and likely never will. Or he would have, had Television not said anything. Well, in your head are you thinking he’s a sweet bean who would never do something like that? But think about that. People in Greek mythology are very weak to envy and jealousy. They kill, hurt, and fight over it almost constantly. It really isn’t a surprise that he would do that. Teleport tells the kid a more pumped up story and the kid ends up hating everyone. One thing leads to another and BOOM. Vision fulfilled.

[colossal-red]

Endless Sleep

Tw: death mention, grieving.

Tommy’s sleep was restless, it had been several weeks since the incident, as those dumbass therapists called it… he hated that word now. Ever since that day, it had been hard to close his eyes.

He missed those mofos so much.

In his sleep, in the very same room on a significantly bigger bed than the one he rested in on a nightstand, Philza would awaken, and sit up with a groggy look about him, wiping some sleep from his eyes he would turn to look at Tommy… a sigh coming from his lips.

He himself had troubles too, but he had to be there for Tommy; It was all that kept him going, losing two of his three sons would do that to you… need something to keep you going. He’d rise to his feet, and gently stroke Tommy’s small hair with a finger, feeling his soft movements, despite the sad nature of his distressed motions, it was the most active he’d seen him in a while.

“Shhh…” He whispered softly, stroking his blond hair until he calmed. The larger avian would look out a window, gazing at the night sky, the stars shining brightly. He wished he could see them just one last time.

On the nightstand, close to where Tommy slept was a photo of the once happy family, but now half of them were gone. Techno, gone much too soon and Wil, taken most recently.

It was heart shattering.

Memories flashed through Phil’s mind, as soundless tears dripped from his face, times of love, times of laughter; God he’d give anything to have those times back.

One memory in particular appeared, a day like any other, except all four of them were tired as shit hehe… Phil nearly crashed the car that day, picking them all up from their work or school in Tom’s case.

Tubbo had called them all sleepy boy’s when he came to visit, and the name kind of stuck, it became an inside joke, Sleepy Boi’s Incorporated, they called themselves.

They tried their best to stay awake and have some family bonding time together but… when Wil face-planted into a pie that Tommy had moved in front of him, Phil would send them off to bed.

Everyone learned a lesson from that to not stay up too late hehe…

Suddenly, lost in his thought, something would perch on Phil’s shoulder, and nuzzle his neck. “Tommy…?”

“Phil.” Tommy replied simply, wings held close to his body as he stayed there on the Bean’s shoulder.

“Did I wake you?”

“Nah, if your snores can’t wake me up old man I doubt anything could.“

That caused a laugh from Phil, Tommy staying perched on despite the shakes, Phil was still crying a bit, but the laughter felt nice. The smaller avian smiled, burrowing into Phil’s neck as he reached up and placed a hand on Tommy to almost hug him, a sniffle coming from Tom.

“You okay mate?”

“Yeah,it’s just… I wish they were here with us.”

“Me too Tom, me too.” Phil replied, sighing again as he sat down, softly stroking Tom’s hair.

“It’ll be okay mate. They’d- they’d want us to carry on…”

“Yeah, Wil would’ve cracked a joke here I think. Techno would maybe have laughed in his usual way, patting your back…” Tom mumbled to himself, just staying as close to Phil as he could.

“Yeah, probably.” Phil said with a sad smile.

“I think… I’ll be okay… won’t we Dadza..?”

“Yea… yea mate,”

“We’ll be okay.”

—————————————————————-

Hey y’all, Red here.

Regarding the Wilbur Soot allegations…

Wilbur Soot is gone; As far as I'm concerned, the Wilbur Soot we knew is dead now... the one we knew and loved would never do the things he's done, all that's left is this, terrible abuser who I can’t even recognize. :,]

I believe… we can still make fics about the one we knew and loved, our Real Wilbur, not this- disgrace.

Separating the one we knew and loved from the disgrace that emerged from the ashes;

And so I had this fic idea… a smol Fic Idea: A tribute to the SBI, Phil and Tommy-centric with the two in grieving over the deaths of Wil and Techno, but after some bonding and comfort- g/t, the short fic would end with the simple words... "It'll be okay" to celebrate the life of Techno, as we are getting close to that time of the year again… when we lost the legend… and to celebrate the Wilbur Soot we knew and loved, but abhor what he has become.

Just to be clear: I 100% support Shelby, she’s a good person, who didn’t deserve any of what happened to her… or anyone else affected by Will…

This fic, and any subsequent ones released after this by me… are not in support of Will, they are a tribute to the happy memories the Wilbur we knew and loved gave us, and mourning of the loss of the one that gave us hope, and inspired us…

I miss him, and after that ‘apology’

In the words of Soldier Boy…

“You’re such a f^cking disappointment.”

🫂

Here’s a hug for everyone in need :,] I’m still on hiatus, just to be clear… but when I get the chance to truly come back I will, I love all of you/p

And I hope y’all have an excellent day… (When I come back I’ll also clear out my inbox- thanks for the asks <3/p)

See y’all… when I see you. ❤️/p

P.S. I do apologize if people look at this fic in bad taste, I wrote this for myself majorly, in mourning of the man who was “Everything I wanted to be” as quoted from Spider-Man Ps4.

@kayla-crazy-stuffs @brick-a-doodle-do @i-am-beckyu @poprockpanda @a-tiny-frog-girl @local-squishmallow

[rui-ayaki-lower5]

Its a term my mod uses im not entirely sure what it means but my best guess it just means to listen to the music, relax however they see fit and just feel the emotions in the music?

So mod found and listened to an alternative version of misery x cpr x reeses puffs which adds in the song apple bottom jeans and i feel like it was like listening to what happens in hantengu-san's head when he isn't split into his different emotions....

[astarionsblueundies]

I'm a psycho and have been writing BG3 from my Tav's perspective. My dumb smol bean. My silly cinnamon roll. Astarion hates her until he doesn't. Here's their first meeting before anything deviates too much.

Word Count: 2,600 Pairing: (will be) Astarion/Tav Summary: Ashe meets Astarion for the first time. She doesn't think he seems very danegrous at first glance.

“More wreckage, even up there,” Ashe notes, pointing up ahead where a broken pod sits askew, partially buried in the earth.

“We should be careful.” Shadowheart gives a vigilant once-over of the area. “It’s hard to tell from here, but it looks like something may have broken out from the inside. If it held a mind flayer, that won’t be good for us.”

“Oh jeez, good point. Hopefully not, then.”

“Hopefully not,” she sighs.

As they begin cresting the hill with caution, a person comes into view. Humanoid. Not purple. A man with a head that reminds Ashe of a cottonball.

Decidedly not a mind flayer.

“Told you I’m good luck,” Ashe whispers, flashing Shadowheart a smile.

“Well, that remains to be seen. Even an elf can be dangerous.”

Ashe looks the guy over. She’s ignoring the fact that he’s stupidly pretty because that’s irrelevant right now. He’s well-dressed. Seems in fine shape, but not particularly threatening from afar. She tuts, “Such a pessimist, Shadowheart.”

“I prefer realist.”

“And I prefer giving people a chance before assuming the worst.”

“That’s fine, so long as you don’t mind dying young.”

Ashe tamps down a laugh. Shadowheart is actually depressingly funny. “He’s probably just as scared and lost as we are. He doesn’t seem violent from here.”

“A vial of poison is also perfectly harmless when it’s sitting on a table across the room.”

Ashe sighs. “Just let me do the talking, alright? We don’t need to traumatize this poor guy with your dreary outlook just yet.”

“Suit yourself.”

As the two approach, before Ashe can so much as get out a ‘hail and well met’, the man turns to notice them. Relief flashes across his face and he crouches, beckoning them in a hush to come close. “Hurry!”

“I don’t like this,” Shadowheart mutters under her breath.

Ashe discretely elbows her before turning her attention back to the man. “Are you okay? Do you need help?”

“I’ve got one of those brain things cornered.” He creeps up to where the beaten path turns into tall untamed grass, gesturing to a thicket of bushes vaguely out of view. “There, in the grass. You can kill it, can’t you? Like you killed the others?”

Now, a part of Ashe wants to ask just how he knows she killed any others. But that’s only a tiny sliver compared to the much larger part of her that’s happy to people-please herself to death.

“Um, y-yeah... I don’t see why not,” Ashe says slowly, coming up a bit shy on the confidence meter in terms of fighting solo. Her hesitance must be obvious in the nervous glance she casts Shadowheart, because she looks way too amused. 

Folding her arms, she gives Ashe a small smile and a tilt of her head. “Well, go on. I’ll just be over here with my dreary outlook while you take care of that.”

Oh, beans. Ashe totally backed herself into this corner. She has no one else to blame. This is her home now.

“Right. No problem,” Ashe says, thinking only of the many many problems. 

Fighting alone means all eyes on her. All eyes on her means even the smallest slip of wild magic garners attention. Attention makes her nervous. When she’s nervous her wild magic acts up even more. When her wild magic acts up she becomes a liability. When people realize she’s a liability she’ll get left behind to become a mindflayer. When she—

Okay, long story short, she’s basically crapping her pants right now. 

Those poor pants. They’ve been through so much.

“Hello?” the elf prompts. “Are you planning on killing this thing or not?”

She clears her throat and shakes out her hands, just praying for some of that good luck she so likes to convince people she has. “Sorry. Yes. You said it’s right down there?” 

“Just there. Do you see it?" He points to somewhere in the realm of what Ashe would consider ‘yonder’.

Sidling up to him, she pops on her tippy toes, swaying as she tries to see from his exact angle. This guy might be about an average height, but Ashe isn’t. He’s got a good foot or more on her and she cannot for the life of her see what the hells he’s—

“Reeeee!” A wild boar comes squealing out the brush scaring the living beans out of Ashe. She clutches at his sleeve in a panic, stumbling backwards with a startled squeak.

He responds in kind, quickly grabbing at her—she assumes to help steady her.

She assumes wrong.

Eyes shooting wide, Ashe yelps as she’s thrown further off balance. A lithe arm wraps around her torso, tugging her body into a firm hold, her back flush to this man’s chest. 

Concerning, yes, but not more than the godsdamned dagger now thrust to the column of her neck. That’s twice now within twenty-four hours that she’s met a new person and immediately had a blade to her throat. A new personal record.

“What the—”

“Shh shh, not a sound,” the pale elf whispers warnings into her ear from behind, his voice a low, controlled hum, tinged with just a hint of mania. “Not if you want to keep that darling neck of yours.”

She does. She really does.

“Now, I saw you on the ship, didn’t I?”

Ashe briefly contemplates how to answer him while remaining in compliance with the whole ‘not a sound’ thing. An unsure noise leaks out from her throat.

“Nod,” he suggests–not without condescension. 

Ah, a brilliant idea. She does that.

“Splendid,” he says, almost jovial before his voice drops into something loathsome. Spitting like an adder. “And now you’re going to tell me exactly what you and those tentacled freaks did to me.”

So… this feels like permission to speak now, right? She thinks? She hopes?

The words just kind of tumble out of Ashe in an anxious display of unfiltered thoughts becoming speech—a mild character flaw. “Oh. Wow, okay. That is–” she swallows, finding it difficult to breathe, let alone speak, “Th-that is a very sharp knife, sir.” 

“My, as are you,” the man grappling her murmurs, wrenching her tighter against him, pressing the blade’s edge firm enough to just barely break skin.

Ashe winces and scrabbles to grab at his forearms. Her fingertips dig into him. It’s not like she’s even trying to pry him away—she’s not exactly an impressive physical specimen. It’s purely for stability because her knees feel like undercooked gelatin right about now.

Oh, Shadowheart is going to have an I-told-you-so field day with this later. Presuming Ashe lives, of course.

“Now would be a good time to tell me,” he orders again, patience wearing thin. Casting a warning look at Shadowheart who spectates weary and guarded, the elf snaps at her, too. “And you, keep your distance. No need for this to get messy.”

“I need her alive,” Shadowheart states matter-of-factly, lip twitching with distaste. She’s about a thousand times calmer than Ashe, which is impressive. Though, to be fair, she doesn’t have a knife kissing her carotid… “Stow that blade or I’ll show you just how messy things can get.”

Ashe internally notes to remain on Shadowheart’s good side.

The elf lets out a laugh. Genuine amusement. “Ah hah! Promises, promises. But I have other business, I’m afraid.”

This man is insane, Ashe decides.

“And unless your adorable little friend here decides to–” he cuts off with a sharp hiss.

Ashe feels it too. The ever-familar keen invasion of the mind. A connection being formed and stretched taut, fastening hers to his. 

Her head feels all swimmy. Visions and emotions–some her own, some not at all–twisting into a strange amalgamation of despair and shadowy alleys she’s never seen.

If her knees were wobbly before, he’s basically the only thing holding her up now.

The connection severs as quickly as it formed. A jarring stop that leaves both of them sucking in a breath.

“What… what in the hells was that?!” her assailant demands, his blade a firm reminder to her throat that it had better produce some good answers quickly. 

“I-I… don’t know for sure,” Ashe manages to eke out, just trying to stay vertical. 

It’s been kind of a day.

“What do you mean you don’t know. You must know. I saw you strutting about that place while I was trapped in a damned pod!”

“I–strutting?” she questions, pulling a face. She’s pretty sure she hasn’t strutted a day in her life. Doesn’t even know how. 

The blade slices deepers and she feels highly encouraged to answer in a rush. 

“Look, i-if I was strutting anywhere, I assure you it was all very escape-oriented strutting, okay?! I was a prisoner too. We both were–Shadowheart and I–and we all have those… those things in our heads. I-I think that’s what just happened. It links our minds or something.”

After a moment of pause, the elf finally speaks. “Yes,” he murmurs, like the pieces are finally clicking. “Yes, that must be it.” His grip loosens and when he lets go entirely, Ashe goes stumbling forward on her limp noodle legs.  

She’s thankful for Shadowheart who catches her by the arm, and yanks her up straight by her side without missing a beat. “What was that about not dangerous?” She mutters under her breath to Ashe.

“It’s possible I was mistaken.” Ashe presses her palm to her throat, holding it there a moment before pulling it back to look down at the thin sheen of red smeared on it. It seems… not too too bad

“You’re not one of them,” the man decides aloud, drawing her attention back to him. “They took you, just the same as they took me.” He’s contemplative now. Downright rational compared to thirty seconds ago.

“We’re all in the same boat here,” Ashe assures, looking around as she gathers some semblance of bones back in her knees. “A very weird, flying, tentacley boat… but, you know, a boat nonetheless.”

“Tentacley,” Shadowheart repeats with distinct disapproval.

Uh oh. If she’s a stickler for made-up words then oof, she is going to have a roughy-toughy of a time with Ashe as company.

“Ah hah, yes, I suppose you’re right,” the elf says to Ashe, running a hand through his tousled, side swept hair. His demeanor shifts into something casual and breezy so quickly it nearly gives her emotional whiplash. “And to think I was ready to decorate the ground with your innards. Apologies.”

At least he’s sorry?

“Yes, well,” she swallows, absently touching her neck once more, “on behalf of my innards, thank you. I’m sure they appreciate your… restraint. I know we’re all kind of on edge, strange circumstances and all.”

“Exactly, exactly. See, you understand,” he says, now almost overly gracious. “Now that the air is cleared, I suppose introductions are in order. My name’s Astarion. I was in Baldur’s gate when those beasts snatched me.”

“I’m Ashe,” she smiles, grateful to start over less violently. “Also snatched in Baldur’s Gate. And this is Shadowheart. I’m… not sure where her snatching occurred? We’ve not known each other long.”

“And I’m not sure it matters,” Shadowheart bristles. 

“Don’t mind her,” Ashe says. “She only seems grouchy. She’s not really. It’s just her face and her voice and all the things she says.”

“It’s called being focused,” she corrects. “You should really consider it sometime, Ashe.”

Ashe holds back a laugh. She knows Shadowheart is personally attacking her right now, but that’s pretty funny, and she’s not exactly wrong. “I promise I will,” Ashe says with a smile. “You’ve inspired me.”

Shadowheart sighs, giving Ashe a tired look like she’s just a dumb puppy and it’s hard to stay mad at her. “Look,” she says,”the only thing that matters right now is finding a healer. We need to do something about these worms before it’s too late.”

“I’m sorry, too late for what exactly?” Astarion interjects.

“Oh, right, you don’t know,” Ashe realizes with an apologetic cringe. “So, there is some bad news, unfortunately. No nice way of putting it, really. I guess the tadpoles in our heads will turn us into mindflayers within a tenday.”

Astarion stares at her slack-jawed for a brief moment of processing before barking out a startling, incredulous laugh.

Yep. Definitely insane.

The bursting cackle grinds to a bitter halt, his face tugging into something fiercely sour. “Of course it’ll turn me into a monster,” he spits, eyes averting to the ground before muttering to himself, “What else did I expect?”

“Well, it hasn’t happened yet!” Ashe offers a shred of hope. “We still have some time.”

“Not a lot,” Shadowheart adds some obligatory pessimism, “but some is better than none, I suppose.”

“Yes…” Astarion agrees, deep in thought. “If we could find an expert in time. Someone that can remove them…”

Ashe nods. “Exactly. That’s the plan.” Looking between Shadowheart and Astarion, she takes a deep breath. This feels like the beginning of something big. Much bigger than herself, and much, much bigger than she can even imagine. “So… shall we get going then?”

Astarion holds up a finger, leaning in with a charming sort of smile. “I’m not being presumptuous in assuming I’m part of this ‘we’, am I?”

“I do like our odds better with a larger group,” Shadowheart says, pragmatic as ever.

“Same,” Ashe agrees. “The way I see it, we can put our noodles together and cook something up between them.”

“Not how I’d phrase it personally,” Shadowheart sighs, “but yes, essentially.” 

“Great, then we’re all on the same page,” Ashe claps, flashing a smile at Shadowheart before redirecting it to the elf. “Oh, and Astarion.”

“Hm?”

“Maybe don’t stow that knife of yours after all? I have a feeling the ground could still use some decorating—not with my innards, mind you.”

He smiles back with this look of honeyed consideration, eyes traipsing her up and down in some sort of private assessment before he clicks his tongue. “Well, I was prepared to go this alone, but how could I refuse such a…” he pauses. Tilts his head. Locks his heavy-lidded gaze onto hers and leans in. “...welcome invitation?”

What is this. What is happening.

He’s suddenly so close. Ashe’s two brain cells cease functioning. She blinks up at him with a dumb look on her face because sorry what?

It’s official. This is by far and wide, the weirdest thing to happen yet.

Only a few minutes ago this guy was about to drain her veins. Now he’s giving her a look so spicy it just about gives her indigestion?

She desperately tries to be cool about it, but considering her cheeks are now burning so hot the skin might actually flake off any second now, best of luck to her. She’s about as cool as a devil’s armpit.

“Something the matter, dear?” His voice snaps her back to reality. His eyes are like two polished rubies set neatly in his sockets, their glinting amusement belying the concern lacing his voice. 

Suddenly realizing how long she’s been gaping at him like a stupid fish, she barks out a, “Yes!”, but quickly shakes her head. “I mean no! Nothing the matter. You know what? We should really get going.”

“Yes, lets,” Shadowheart says with a cutting edge, scrutinizing the latest member of their little misfits club.

With the vague notion that there is civilization somewhere nearby, and thereby a healer hopefully, the three embark into the unknown with Ashe of all people leading them. 

For the record, this is objectively a terrible, horrible, very bad idea.

[gortashs-skidmark]

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙂𝙖𝙩𝙚'𝙨 𝙈𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙝 - ρα૨ƭ 1 ♥ BG3 x READER ♥

This is a series :) I will slowly update this on tumblr, and on Quotev. I don't like Wattpad and Ao3 has a very slow waiting list. tumblr won't let me post the person-in-the- beginnings threats so this will be censored version. It wouldn't let me add the part about sewer rats either. here's a map, for reference of the story! ♥ PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, Premise: Thrown into an unfamiliar realm (BG3) you have to navigate to survive. It is not going so hot for you. ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ I tried to make this LESS "omg characters!! I love my life rn!! I'm obsessed and own 7 t-shirts!! im so smol bean" and MORE "oh fuck. what do I do in magical medieval times" ♥

Gender Neutral, un-descriptive looks, No name, MATURE THEMES ♥ CONTENT WARNING: Cussing, fires, death, description of dead bodies, death threats ♥ Enough YAPPING. ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ You were crying. Wailing. Writhing in agony. You could feel your body die in the moment you had been thrown into this Realm. It felt fictional, it was fictional. Your skin was gaunt, light blue veins ran through your body, and you could see it in the muddy puddle below you.  On your knees you shook, your body wracked with ache. Your vocals strained, resting, and wailing again. You didn’t shed tears when you cried. You couldn’t, you couldn’t even breathe. Your body was among the flames consuming your mind and body. Your clothes were the tight crop top that complimented your midriff, short socks on your feet, and high waisted baggy sweats. It was what you briefly remember wearing before dinner-time in your house. The only difference was the bandages covering your midriff, shoulders and neck, forearms, and encasing the lower half of your shins. Your ache shortly ceased, replaced only with painful emotions ravaging your body now. Your eyes couldn’t focus properly. You saw black and brown tattered pants rush around you. You couldn’t focus on their yelling, you felt fear. "Heretics!"  That fear became the only thing you felt. A dreadful aura wrapped around your body, you were going to be murdered. Alone. In an unfamiliar place. That fear warped into something bigger, your body quaffed your physical strength and energy. Zapping it from you. Turning it into the flames you witnessed on your body. Pillaring in blue and black flames, everything went. You felt the emotions in the cold flames licking around your body. You felt no harm, not even threatened by it. It was your friend and your inferno, a bond forged in sickly emotions and twisted circumstances.  You heard screams and saw bodies drop and actively char in front of you. You could only pathetically whisper “no, no, no..”’s with your crying, drool on your chin, your voice was too weak to speak real sentences.  You felt a big booming presence reach at you among the flames. Like the last ones, but stronger, nauseating, overwhelming.  White shifty sand and a glittery red figure ran past your vision. ��NO, NO, YOU!!” Its hands held its head, then pointed a long white sharp finger towards you. It was all muffled. "AND EVEN CYRIC WILL PRAISE MY NAME!” It spoke loud, and in an ever-changing lilted tone. It giggled, cackled even, between phrases. It sneered and smiled at the end. You couldn’t quite focus on what it was. You simply felt more fear, and the blue and black flames rose. You heard a pitched scream of agony and the white and red figure vanished. It left no trail. It went silent. The flames licking your body and the ground withered into tame blue wisps of inferno. There were no movements that you could register. It was still.  You didn’t move. For a time.  Your knees started to ache on the cold sludge you knelt on. Putting your hands on your knees for leverage, you lifted yourself off the ground. A wave of dizziness flowed through your body and brain, you stilled yourself as much as possible. It passed, and you blinked. You saw. You saw you were in a moldy, moss-ridden environment. Man made, bricks building the floors, to the walls, to the curved ceiling. It was a sewer. You were in a sewer.  It reeked but your body couldn’t bring itself to gag. You saw black char and blue lit ash decorating on the bodies in front of you. Husks. Bodies, simply bodies, without a soul or purpose now. You sniffed and placed shaky hands on your hips.  “Well.” you whispered in a cracked voice to yourself. Lifting your head you looked at your surroundings once more, the sewer tunnel had three different paths you could take. One thing at a time, you thought. You chose to go right.  To Be Continued if tumblr let's me fucking use gross adjectives without restriction...

[warriorsweaver]

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[whisperlullaby]

Confession: I think you are a soft, sweet human. 💕

And I think you are absolutely PHENOMENAL my sweet anon.

[libelelle]

OBLIGATORY DISCLAIMER. my opinion on Silver is by no means the single correct one nor do i think it should be, do what you do idc. we're all here throwing him at a wall repeatedly for fun

Ok so. whats the point i wanted to make. oh yeah right

SILVER THE HEDGEHOG!!!! FUCK!!!!

his character is so interesting this is a character for sure. im screaming and crying etc etc. the unfortunate part is NO ONE GETS HIM. i see a lot of interpretations that cherry pick his personality and experiences and it just! isnt it! he is a complicated character!

trying to simplify him down to 🥺innocent soft boi🥺 doesn't work, not only cause you're ignoring his DEBUT GAME (NEVER FORGET HE TRIED KILLING SONIC) but also because you just disconnected him from his entire backstory and motivations. i see people making Silver into a "cinnamon roll" guy and it always makes me grimace because... do you know WHY he is clueless. do you know why he doesn't get things or is too trusting or this or that. its because he grew up in the apocalypse alone. he hasn't experienced anything normal or healthy in his entire life. and since these traits, which are used to make him into the innocent cinnamon roll, are a result of growing up in a very abnormal environment, are symptoms of having never been in social situations and never had a normal day-to-day life. this means you can't ignore the OTHER characteristics that result from it. by this i mean hes very independent, very stubborn and aggressively mean (i recommend watching any of Silvers interactions in the Rivals games. he is extremely confrontational and a very good example of the kind of behaviour i'm talking about). but since this doesn't fit the bill for the character that you want him to be, you remove the context. him being clueless has nothing to do with his background. hes anxious cause hes a smol bean, not because hes been drowning in responsibility and trauma for as long as hes been alive. hes kind because hes innocent, not because he chose to be despite it all

"but linnea! what about IDW! hes very innocent in that!" INCORRECT BUZZER. IDW is not the same. i'll admit, the writing isn't always what i want or expect for Silver, but there's something important for you to note here

Silver is ✨Recovering✨

from my perspective at least. what i see is Silver, who has actively been working together with other people for MONTHS. he has friends, a support net, as well as hobbies. these are things he didn't have before, and being with these people, in both calm and hard times, helped him. So what we are seeing isn't the trauma responses, we're seeing the result of being acclimatized into a healthier and safer position. that's why there's a change in behaviour. this doesn't mean hes a soft boy now. AGAIN hes complicated. be careful not to boil him down to a single trait. in IDW we still see moments where he experiences difficulties because of his past. examples include when he met Whisper, Failed Social Interaction and said this:

he struggles with boundaries! of course he does! he's still getting the hang of being around people

then also recently when he came to help Sonic in 58:

he is struggling!! with nothing to focus on! his default is fight fight save the future fight!! he's not used to normal life and that makes him anxious and frustrated, unable to focus on things he cares about, as we see in the future growth comic in the 2022 annual

there are likely more examples but idc. need to finish this post. continuing, Silver is complicated, meaning that even when he is aggressive and tunnel visioning on a task, he has more going on. one thing i fucking lovee LOVE love about Silver is that he has hope. fuck if i were him i think i'd have given up. THOSE horrors? every day? no thanks

Silver feels anguish and frustration and fear. this being said even at his angstiest moments he has hope. you cannot look me in the eye and tell me that Silver fought through every horrible disaster, coming back to a newly devastated world every time and decided to continue with no hope for a better future. he is determined and he has hope, even if he has to fight tooth and nail for it. Usually when i think about Silver and his odd optimism, i go back to '06, when he's having his moral crisis over killing sonic.

"To kill someone to save the world... is that really the right thing to do?"

it would've been understandable if he decided it was the right thing to do, even if sonic was someone who was kind and loved, because that's just how bad the world is. maybe its just me, but the way this thought broke through in spite of his bull headed focus on destroying the iblis trigger speaks to me about his nature as a person. even coming from the bleak world he came from and even with the tunnel vision he had, he still considered this one persons life to be important too.

he is, at heart, a very gentle and kind person. he is, at heart, someone who is strong and who wants to help others. a version of Silver that is sad all the time, unable to see the good in the world (a phenomena i don't see much of thankfully) isn't true to Silver as a character because its missing that core trait to his character, that he wants to help because he cares.

Silver can't be one or the other. one way ignores his background and his trauma, which leaves out important parts of his personality, the other just abandons a very integral part of who he is.

the point really is to say that (slaps roof of Silver) this bad boy can fit so much layers!