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#rotating Silver in my mind.....................
toastofwaterdeep · 1 day
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A Small Token
Durgetash (GN Durge, no name used)
Word count: 591
SFW. Fluff. Regency romance-esque longing and restraint.
“Good morning! To what do I owe the pleasure?” Gortash stood to greet them as the Bhaalist entered his office. They approached with purpose, wordlessly placing a pen on the desk before him. He glanced at it, searching for its hidden meaning. “What is this?” he asked when no answer came to him.
“It is a pen.”
“I can see that. Would you care to elaborate at all?” They locked eyes with Gortash, their face revealing nothing.
“The ink is on the inside.” At this Gortash pursed his lips.
“My friend, you rely too much on my powers of deduction. Allow me to be ignorant no more; lay it out plainly for me,” he chortled, masking his annoyance. They dropped his gaze, shifting their weight to one leg and folding their arms. To Gortash’s mind his ally looked effortlessly contrapposto. Maddening.
“The other day, you were tinkering away and taking notes all at once. You would make an adjustment, note something down. Reduce this, rotate that. But then you reached over, knocked the inkpot across the parchment. You cursed and crumpled up your notes. The project, whatever it was, relegated to waste.” Gortash said nothing, his mouth opened to speak and closed again. “I was in the market, and I saw the pen. I bought it. It is yours now.”
“You just got this for me? You just saw and got it for me?” He reached for it. It was silver with a gold nib but lacked any ornate detail. It was plain but well-crafted, designed entirely for utility.
“I suppose that must seem strange,” they conceded, uncrossing their arms to reach for the pen. “I meant no harm.”
“I love it,” he said. “Thank you.” The Bhaalist retracted their outstretched hand. A beat passed and they nodded in acknowledgement.
“It is nothing,” they replied. They turned on their heel and left without another word. Gortash watched them leave then sat back in his chair. He returned his attention to the plain little pen. He rubbed a hand over the back of his neck, grazing his racing pulse. He exhaled, his lips parting into a puzzled smile. He had received a great many gifts by this point, offerings of gold, jewellery, silks. Hells, he would probably stand to inherit property at this rate. He sat with the curious feeling brought on by this small token. The hollow, heavy ache in his stomach, the tingling of his fingers.
All at once it became too much. He opened a desk drawer and dropped the pen inside, shutting it with a heavy thud. He pushed the chair out and stood swiftly, walking to the window. He tried to turn his focus to the warmth of sunlight on his face, the cool stone of the windowsill, the people as they bustled in the street below. His focus was forcefully pulled back to the strange gift-giver as he saw them in the street, staring up at his window. They cocked their head to the side. Of course, they could not possibly see him from their vantage point with the sun reflecting off the glass, yet their gaze bore into him. They turned, only looking away when the neck would twist no more, and walked away into the busy thoroughfare. The crowd appeared to part for them, as if all sensed their otherworldliness but dared not acknowledge it.
When they disappeared from view, he returned to his desk, reaching for a quill. He paused, turning it over in his hand. He placed the quill back down, reaching for the drawer to retrieve his prize. He inspected its reservoir. Already full of ink.
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maareyas · 1 year
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Silver the Hedgehog as The Postman!
Special thanks to: Kimberstar_ on Twitter for the resources (texture and fonts) and @rylxdreams for directing me to them in the first place uwu, also Spriter’s Resource for the background.
anyways I was a bit disappointed that Silver couldn’t make it to Amy’s birthday party, so I decided to take matters into my own hands and make a TMOSTH Silver based off their latest Sonic Channel art! I even made a hypothetical lore card for them as flavor text, hfhhdhs I hope it makes sense--
Full transcript of the Lore I wrote for them under the cut, if interested ✨
“The friendly neighborhood POSTMAN who, thanks to their job, is familiar with the other folks who are part of this murder mystery.
Out of everyone, they seem to know the most about the personal happenings of everyone in the group. Their job is mostly calm and easy, save for one aspect: delivering the SHIP CAPTAIN's parcels. With how often he is absent from home, the POSTMAN always has to go through the hassle of knocking on his door multiple times; to check if he's around to receive the parcels that's been stacking up in the POSTMAN's post office.
Is being an annoying customer enough to drive them to murder the SHIP CAPTAIN? Only the JOURNALIST and the DETECTIVE can know for sure, once the mystery truly begins...”
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futuristichedge · 2 months
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doodles
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magicgirlboss · 5 months
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john silver - i'm your man
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seaofadventure-a · 1 year
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Its just the way that Roger found Rayleigh and immediately called their meeting fate and the way they were captian and first mate for over thirty years and the way they were Gol D and Silvers and the way they called each other partners and the way Roger told Rayleigh he would never die and the way Rayleigh was crying but let his captain go because he knew that was what Roger wanted and needed and the way Roger lived his last year without his partner and the way Rayleigh didn't go to Roger's execution and how it was the day he laughed and cried the most and the way Rayleigh lived!! For so long!! Without Roger and just waiting for Joyboy's prophecy to pass and the way—
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rabbithaver · 8 months
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silver, man.
he has no idea who or what keeps sending him back in time. he doesn't know why he was chosen to be the sole protector of the future. he doesn't know why he's got to bear this burden alone. he knows he grew up in a post-apocalyptic hellscape, but he doesn't remember how it was fixed. how does he reconcile the trauma of that apocalyptic youth with the good future that he protects now?
he remembers every bad timeline. he remembers every desolate wasteland. he remembers every smog-filled dystopia. he remembers these things that never happened because he helped prevent them, but at what emotional cost? how many times did he go back home, only to find it in ruins? he's seen his world in shambles so many times, can he even enjoy the good futures anymore? or is there always that looming sense of dread?
and even when his future is good... to be surrounded by people, yet so isolated by the things he's seen and the burden he bears. the only friends he has, the only people who even come close to understanding him have all been dead for over a hundred years. does he dread returning to his own time, knowing that when he gets there, they're all long gone? does he dread going back to a future full of strangers who will forget him as soon as he's out of sight?
silver bears the weight of this responsibility alone, but he finds strength in it. he will wade through a thousand apocalypses just to make the future a little brighter. he will do anything to make a better world, even if it means he has to be alone for the rest of his life. he will do anything to make a lasting, safe world in his time... even if that means it will be the last time he will ever see his friends.
he'll carry the weight of the future on his shoulders and he will do it with a smile. and i love that about him
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onlinegameaddicts · 5 months
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do you guys think they would get along
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I had the delightful chance to art trade with the talented beyond possibilities augustus-crow-obsessed!
First image is @augustus-crow-obsessed 's fanart for my request! I couldn’t help it but ask for a stolen scene between the two 😳. They're a bunch of cuties when they want. (*coff coff*Crow*coff coff*)
Last two are mine! The requested theme to me was "Augustus Crow: but throught John Silver's Hardwares-ification." What an (even more) unsettling guy we got now.
aaaaaaah that was fun!! Thanks for the possibility!🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉
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larrylimericks · 1 year
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11Nov22
We’ve always had Faith and no doubt; Expectations were high, Lou, but wow. Hey, babe, this collection? It’s BritPop perfection. The Future is finally now.
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blacksailsgf · 1 year
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poets, scholars, & girlbloggers (gn) in the uquiz
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thurs-days · 2 years
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Body + Long John Silver
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llondonfog · 1 year
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We need fluff in this house and we we’re driving my baby nephew fell asleep so- I like to imagine that baby Silver would NOT fall asleep until Lilia at least flew around. Lilia flew a couple times a day for his human baby to fall asleep.
Please, that's so sweet??
Baby!Silver fussing unless he's been cuddled tight within his father's arms, soothed by the buffeting of his wings and the gentle swaying motion of being held in the air. Lilia claims later it was all due to his magnificent singing ability, but it's quite the ruse to disguise the odd thickness lodged in his throat at how this human child is the first of his kind to not be terrified of Lilia's wings, to seek out comfort from them as he baps a soft hand against their leathery skin and laughs.
Also; Lilia sleeping with his baby cocooned close to him underneath the warm, buttery darkness of a winged blanket, a fistful of long dark hair clutched in Silver's tiny fist as he mouths at it happily.
Even as a child, Lilia has to reflect that Silver was never too afraid of the dark itself— why would he be, when the comfort of his father's darkness was the first true memory he cherished?
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baishouqijia · 7 months
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me after doing absolutely nothing at work : today drained me...
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ryanthel0ser · 1 year
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Sega, Sega, Segaaaaaaaaaaaa I need you to listen to me for a sec
imagine Shadow being Silver's mentor with me for just a sec
and how awesome and cool that would be
now listen-
HEY COME BACK HERE
LISTEN-
im just saying it doesn't need to be even a full comic run, I'll take a couple pages but like cmon, just for me please
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got lots of work done this week, and i feel like treating myself to doing some writing, leaning towards something to continue it makes you hurt the ones who love you at least in spirit but im split between
A- sad ish fic giving context for Conficcares character and specifically why hes such an asshole in hurt the ones who love you [centered around how joining passione was meant to be an opportunity to grow beyond the roles they were forced into but they all failed to make it stick & all ended up going back to old habits & masks]
B- Celia getting her spotlight as a massive cunt, dealing with her giving up Rametto [multi pov of everyone realizing just how far shes willing to go to protect them and reacting badly. no celia pov you just get other peoples perceptions of her and she tears their family apart for 'their own good' and the grief and rage when they realize she was right but it still hurts]
[C- Secret option: work on my numerous wips. lol no]
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its-toguchi-do-now · 2 years
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the worst part of it all is that despite everything i still came out of s5 shipping cobra husbands the same amount, if not more
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