#silvertongue

[little-red-fool]

Silvertongue’s an absolute menace, especially in bed.

#my art #my oc #bg3 #bg3 tav #dark urge #bard #half elf #cambion #demon #silvertongue #bg3 raphael #haarlep #haarlep x tav #tav x haarlep #haarlep x dark urge #dark urge x haarlep

[kiwiwi-art-aaa]

why you built like that!!

#he doesnt have horns btw theyre fake ones that can be removed and whenever he isnt wearing them he looks stupid #wof #wings of fire #nightwing #nightwing wof #wof oc #fucked up anatomy moment!!!! #silvertongue

[kipxan]

ohh my god ok so i love clangen and the WONDERFUL Nimaereth created a mod that lets you customize and import your own cats into the game and i’m obsessed. i’ve had zero time to draw so i’ve been creating characters from my own personal warrior cats ““worldbuilding”” project (plus my beloved lightningclaw of course).

the folks working on this game are incredibly smart and do all this work for free, and i respect the hell out of them for bringing together such a lovely fan project! definitely show them support if you can!

credits: mod by Nimaereth (linked above), merle and abyssinian coat patterns by MagiBaxter, extra pelt colors by Eragona (no github link but can provide link to her thread in the discord server), just-some-cat for the original sprites, and ofc the clangen team itself!  if any one of you want me to take this down, just lmk! :)

more about these characters:

row 1: eclipsestar, murkmist, frostmoon

row 2: riverhaze, silvertongue, nightstep

row 3: wolfstorm, ashfrost, lightningclaw

except for lightningclaw, who is the SkyClan deputy, all of these guys belong to PineClan, which is one of the four clans formed far in the north after several lake clan cats were wrongfully chased from their home. their territory borders MountainClan and ValeClan, while CavernClan makes their home in the cave system underneath the three territories. they make their camp in a pine forest, but their hunting grounds also include a muskeg dubbed The Frozen Mire by the cats. most of their ancestors come from either ShadowClan or SkyClan.

their territory also includes the outer edges of the Fox Hollows, home to an intelligent fox pack that long pre-dates the Clans. PineClan maintains an uneasy truce with the foxes over the strip of their territories that overlaps, and as such all PineClan apprentices are taught to speak a little bit of fox. while it doesn’t always stop natural predator conflict, they live in peace most of the time.

PineClan prides themselves on their wisdom and history. they have strong oral traditions, and some stories claim to date all the way back to the old forest. elders are revered to a greater degree than in other clans, and their stories are a favorite among apprentices of other clans at gatherings. PineClan also has a role called the Lorekeeper. they hunt but do not fight or patrol borders, however their main role is to record Clan history. a large stone wall, sheltered from the elements in an abandoned burrow, is painted on to record births, deaths, and changes in position (think kinda like Paleolithic cave paintings). 

their build is lean and elegant, their fur kept sleek and well-groomed. dark coats are valued for nighttime hunting, while tabbies and tortoiseshells are great for hunting in trees. many of them, oddly enough, have large and pointy ears, which legend says they developed to listen for prey in the silent woodland. their scent is reminiscent of pine needles, with a muskier undertone from the wetland.

i won’t get into it too much here but it is important to note that all four clans have a special warrior called their Guardian. this warrior is stronger and wiser than the average clan cat, and their soul is continually reincarnated. though not technically a Guardian, the “original” soul comes from Moonchaser, who led the clan cats to their new northern home. there is a LOT of lore surrounding this bit but think like a mix between the avatar and the nerevarine.

anyway cats.

Eclipsestar (Eclipsestream): current leader of PineClan. she’s chill. has a very relaxed and open policy to outsiders (the northern Clans usually do to prevent inbreeding, but even by these standards she’s very welcoming). was very young to be appointed deputy by the previous leader, Wolfstar, so her inexperience and the need to grow up quickly does sometimes still show. however, she’s overall seen as a wise and peaceful leader.

Murkmist: eclipsestar’s deputy and longtime best friend. while she disagrees with some of eclipse's policies, they’re overall a good fit for each other. sly and crafty, she’s usually the first cat to send when dealing with the Fox Hollows. not above causing drama with the other clans, but she will do so in a manner that makes her seem completely uninvolved.

Frostmoon: the senior medicine cat, very old by the time most of these characters roll around. strict, cold, and deeply rooted in tradition. as an apprentice she was considered a prodigy, but like eclipse, she also lost her mentor at a young age, which led to her developing a deep desire to prove herself. this led to her severely mishandling a situation involving the Clan’s previous Guardian, and many cats (perhaps wrongfully, perhaps not) sadly ended up losing their trust in her.

Riverhaze: frostmoon’s former apprentice. nervous, a bit flighty, and eager to please. not a whole lot to say about him, but he’s a good healer and a nice dude. despite his mentor’s failings, he’s still close with her.

Silvertongue: the current Lorekeeper. not a kittypet since humans are gone in this world, i just thought the collar looked nice. though he probably does have outsider roots. clever, sassy, good-natured, and takes his job VERY seriously. also nightstep’s mate, which means he puts up with a lot of nonsense haha. 

Nightstep: the current Guardian and main character of this hypothetical story (and also the cat iteration of my beloved skyrim character, teravyn, though they’ve kind of evolved into separate characters). adventurous, impulsive, and gets into more trouble than what’s good for him. kind to the point where some might call him naive, but to his credit his heart is in the right place, and he’ll grow into the role. however, his impulsivity is again a problem, because he can be absolutely terrifying in battle. very close with wolfstorm and considers her a sister, and his mate is silvertongue whom he loves very much. his other best friend is a former loner called mireclaw, who’s not featured here.

Wolfstorm: young warrior, found by the Clan as a kit. assumed to be a loner kit, but her mother is actually the MountainClan deputy Magpieshadow, who secretly left her kit with PineClan after her mate died and she felt unprepared to raise a kit alone. due to her MountainClan genes, she’s HUGE (and fluffy) compared to the average PineClan cat. to wolf, the warrior code is...more of a suggestion than a rule set. she’s sneaky and not above stealing prey to feed her own clan, but by starclan is she good at staying hidden. some believe her blessed by the (currently unnamed) patron of stealth. very close with both nightstep and silvertongue, as well as another warrior called mireclaw (not featured here).

Ashfrost: a background warrior. also not much to say about her, but i like her a lot. you will never ever find her in the midst of any drama--she is too laidback and too chill with everyone for that nonsense. however, gossip? she is MORE than happy to listen to it, just don’t make her get involved.

Lightningclaw: my baby. my boy. go here.

#clangen #warrior cats #warrior cats oc #warrior cats ocs #warriors oc #warriors ocs #pineclan #skyclan #lightningclaw #ashfrost #nightstep #silvertongue #riverhaze #frostmoon #eclipsestar #eclipsestream #murkmist #clangenerator #clan generator #clan gen

[edupunkn00b]

Meus ex Machina, Chapter 11: Hesper

Edited public domain image of two hands reaching for each other, lit in deep blue and neon green.

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Logan meets Hesper and he's only left with more questions. Everything has a beginning, though, and not even Abracadabra was what it is now.

“Kiddos are all in bed,” Patton sighed as he settled into the seat adjacent to Luc, reaching over to ruffle his hair. Janus opened his eyes in time to catch Luc’s faux scowl at Patton’s tousle.

“Gorgeous as always, mon cher,” he whispered, smoothing Luc’s auburn curls back into place. “Simply gorgeous.”

With a blush that rivaled his hair, Luc smiled but quickly sobered and blew on his tea. “You said you had news?”

Setting aside the little flash he caught from Patton, Janus nodded and straightened in his seat. He took Luc’s free hand as he shifted away from the comfortable home he’d made nestled against his side. “I do,” he began, working to keep the worst of his worries shielded from the other two.

And from the children’s drowsing minds.

Luc and Patton’s expressions told him he needed more practice. “What is it, Jan?” Patton asked, reaching for his other hand as Luc gripped his brother’s forearm. Together, they made a little triangle as the night sky darkened outside the big bay window. “Is it bad?”

“It’s… an opportunity,” Janus licked dry lips and painted on something like a smile. His scars pulled at one side of his face, hampering the intended encouraging effect. “I was contacted by the new mentalists department at Abracadabra.”

“The start-up? How—“

Janus’ eyes flicked down to his own wrist and his great-grandfather’s antique Casio, an anachronism even in that time.

“The ‘Foundation…’” Luc sucked his teeth and he closed his eyes, likely hiding his battle for control. After a moment, he calmed and met Janus’ eyes with a crooked smile. “What did those capos want from you?”

Janus sighed, a low near-growl. “They offered me a job.”

“Me, too,” Patton whispered, rubbing little circles against Luc’s arm. “This morning.”

“You both said ‘no,’ right?” Luc’s eyes were wide as he looked between them. His smile faded at Janus’ silence. “Love, tell me you said ‘no.’”

“I…” Janus slid closer to each of them. Patton only tightened his grip on Janus’ hand. “I believe this is an opportunity we can’t discount. We—“

“We need to stay as far from them as we fucking can!” Luc’s fingers tingled against his skin and he moved up to grip Janus’ sleeve. Safer that way. But he didn’t concede. “You think just because they’ve stopped hunting Powereds we’re suddenly safe?”

“No. I think we’re safer together. I think we’re safer integrated into society rather than maintaining this us vs. them mentality. Let us be a part of the shared solution. We have so much to contribute, we—“

“Oh, open a fucking history book!” Luc closed his eyes, orange flickering beneath his lashes. When he opened then again, his tone was softer. Just barely. “Love, they’ve just moved on to co-option. Sure, now they want to work with the ‘right kind’ of Powerds like you and Pat and—“

“Luc,” Janus warned, stroking his arm. An itch at the base of his spine told him they wouldn’t be alone for long.

But Luc either couldn’t—wouldn’t?—hear him. He released Janus’ arm and had begun counting on his fingers. “Step two is when they tell us it’s only the ‘risky’ Powerds they need to tamp down on. ‘Four legs good, two legs better,’ right?”

“Luc!” Janus said more forcefully, casting a quick glance at Patton.

Both of the elder Powerd’s hands now gripped Luc’s arm and he tugged gently, keeping him seated. “Lukie, maybe Jan’s right. Maybe we—“

“What, we should heel at the corporation’s side? Strap on our own muzzles so we can duck step together when they figure out their final solution is cull the herd of the dangerous Powerds like—“

“Like Re?” Low and quiet from the hallway, Virgil’s voice managed to cut through Luc’s rant. 

Luc deflated, eyes glowing as he swallowed his next argument. “Yeah, Virge. Like Re, and maybe Ro, too. Anyone they think is dangerous and uncontrolled.” He frowned at Janus. “Or uncontrollable.”

“Dangerous?” Virgil asked, sliding into the room and sitting cross-legged on the coffee table between them. He jerked his chin at the pictures of Luc and Patton’s old orphanage. “Like you?”

“Now, Kiddo,” Patton began. “That fire wasn’t his—“

Luc cut him off with a sad smile and a little shoulder squeeze before turning to meet the teenager’s eyes. “Yeah, Virge, dangerous like me, too.”

Virgil’s memory of his truncated hospital stay flooded Janus’ mind, nurses sprawled on the floor, blood pooling from eyes and ears, soaking through their face masks.

“Yeah, I know it wasn’t his fault, Pops.” Virgil’s eyes were teary behind his floppy bangs as he turned to face Janus, hands shoved in his pockets. “What do these capos want you to do?”

~

“Tin Man, let’s go!” V called over his shoulder from the top of the stairs. Orange lights still glowed from the ceiling but at least the alarm had stopped.

Patton and Silvertongue had already run down to prep the transport and map their route. A low whine from the engines filtered up from below, a little shimmer to the air as dust kicked up from the lower landing pad. 

Behind him, The Prince huffed, loudly, as Logan struggled to get situated in his suit. 

Logan focused on breathing, ignoring the pounding behind his eyes and the ache in his arm. He briefly regretted not sleeping while he could, a regret that dissolved when he closed his eyes and The Muse’s shaky smile filled his vision.

Palm sweaty, his hand skid along the edge of the mech’s chest cavity but he caught himself, fingers wedged between the collar and chest plate. He pulled and pushed against the mech’s waist with his stronger stump, muscles trembling. 

“Sorry,” he grunted. “Almost got—“

“Oh, come on!” The Prince snapped, physically hauling Logan higher and depositing him inside the mech. Logan swallowed back a curse and glared at the Powered.

“Don’t ever do that to me again!” he growled.

The Prince rolled his eyes and pushed him toward the stairs. “Or what? You’ll fuck things up?” He glanced down at the mech’s heavy durasteel boots. “‘Sorry,’” he muttered, anything but. “Didn’t mean to step on your toes.”

Heat flooded Logan’s face and neck, hurt and rage warring just under his skin. “You son of a—“

“Princey! Mac! Now!” V’s beckoned from the stairwell, glaring at each of them in turn. “Or we’ll leave you both behind.”

~

The transport door clanged shut and they shot up into the sky and over the churning Atlantic. Logan didn’t know how much of his altercation with The Prince everyone else had heard, but save for a few quiet mutters between The Prince and Patton up at the controls, the team was silent. He felt the brush of Silvertongue’s questioning thoughts, a warm request, no, an invitation to share. Logan simply shook his head and concentrated on checking the mech’s systems.

Satisfied he was powered up and ready, he watched the screens at the front of the transport, following as they raced over greenish grey waters.

Before long, Patton banked right, aiming for a landing platform somewhere off the coast. Which coast, Logan had no idea. Before them stretched a sprawling city, bright lights casting a haze in the low clouds. Silver towers sparkled, rising up out of the jagged reefs of the drowned coastal city that had come before it. 

“I can’t tell if he’s still there.” Patton broke the silence, pointing to a screen where flickering orange lights blipped at seemingly random spots.

“He’s here,” Silvertongue’s eyes were closed but his voice was clear. “Prince? Can you cover our approach?”

“Happily.” The Prince tapped a different screen and it resolved into a view of the landing platform. His eyes half-shut as he watched the dozen or so deck crew move between the ships. Without warning, they ducked low and drew up neon-striped hoods. As though fleeing from a sudden squall, they all sprinted toward the big building at the center of the platform. 

All but one.

The last hold out shielded their eyes from some unseen attack and peered up at the sky. They staggered to the closest ship, a tool in their hand.

“Take her down quiet as you can, Popstar,” V murmured and moved closer to Logan, showing him a tablet. “Any idea what he’s doing, Mac?”

The image on V’s tablet followed their approach, zoomed in as far as it would go. V had set a split screen to infrared. The figure—Hesper?—wielded a gun-like tool, glowing orange under infrared, bright white sparking from the tip. This close, Logan could make out a welder’s face plate under his hood.

“Soldering something onto the hull?” Hesper moved a few feet, leaving behind a rapidly cooling palm-sized circle. He repeated his actions then jumped to the next ship in line. “A tracker, maybe?”

“Not an explosive?” V asked, frowning. 

Logan watched the screen and shook his head. “It’s too cold. And he’s using quick cool-solder. Safer for microprocessors but not as strong.” He shrugged. “Explosive casings are heavier, thicker. He’d need to use standard epoxy or… magnets, maybe?” 

After a long moment, V nodded. He slipped the tablet into his vest and opened his mouth as if to say more, but the transport shuddered under their feet. “Everyone ready?” Patton asked, hand hovering over a door panel.

The Prince nodded, eyes now closed as he moved to the doors, joining V and Silvertongue.

Logan lowered his own face shield and helmet. “Ready.”

Patton slapped the controls and the big door opened with a bang. Hesper didn’t even look up as they circled him, just pulled his hood lower over his head and shuddered.

Before Logan could ask what The Prince was doing to him, Silvertongue sent a single word, -“Now!”-

The Prince’s eyes shot open and Hesper spun around, the movement knocking back his hood to reveal form-fitting headgear.

He tapped the helmet, shaking his head. “Guess this wasn’t worth the price I paid for it if you could still get into my head so easily, dear Prince.” He tucked the soldering gun under his arm and then, finger by finger, peeled off his safety gloves. He left them where they fell and flexed his bared hands. “Glad to see you all came out to play. Well…”

Looking up at Logan, Hesper seemed to stare right through his face plate. “We know how it is. Too bad I have to take a rain check tonight.” He flipped on his solder gun and ran straight for Logan.

On his heels, Patton grabbed at Hesper’s jacket. He wormed out of it then dodged V’s attack. Overcompensating, Hesper slid and landed on his back, centimeters from the mech’s left leg.

Without thinking, Logan stepped up and down, foot pressed—slightly—on Hesper’s chest.

Patton hissed behind him but grew still, arms loose and ready at his sides. Immediate danger passed, V inspected the devices Hesper had fastened to the ship’s hull. He scanned each with the tablet’s sensors before prying off the closest and crushing it under his boot. “Basic trackers,” he said, nodding to Logan, and they all turned to Silvertongue.

“What is all this, Hesper?” he asked, eyes hooded. He didn’t look happy at what Logan had done, frowning in his direction. But he didn’t stop him, either, so Logan just waited, foot locked on Hesper’s chest.

“My, my, my… My dearest Tongue of Silver,” Hesper purred. Head tilted, he managed to look down at Silvertongue even from his sprawled position on the cracked peri-ment platform. “You’ve brought along an extra army of one this time.” He thunked his knuckles against the mech’s ankle servos. “All for me?”

A not-quite shadow flashed over Janus’ face, quick, nearly too quick for Logan to catch. Even with Silvertongue’s back to him, The Prince must’ve felt it, whatever it was, because he stepped closer, eyes boring into Hesper’s obscured face.

“Release him, Machina,” Janus instructed, gaze focused on Hesper. “He’s clean.”

Hesper leapt to his feet with an acrobat’s grace the moment Logan lifted the mech’s foot. “Why, thank you.” He bowed his head with a flourish and Logan watched his mech’s reflection shift and warp on Hesper’s shiny helmet. 

With no way of knowing where Hesper was looking, Logan felt like it was everywhere at once.

For all his theatrics, Hesper now behaved as though they were nothing but a minor inconvenience, impolite visitors who crashed an open house. He hummed under his breath, easily picked up by his mic, and made a show of brushing off his synthcloth tactical pants and straightening an old vest that looked a lot like V’s. Sighing heavily, he produced a pristine white cloth and bent over to polish away a smudge from his boots.

Janus watched him with half-lidded eyes, hands flexing at his sides. “What are you up to now, Hesper?” He gestured around them, voice sharp. Acidic. “Why here?”

“And what makes you think I didn’t trigger your alarms so I could have a little company, hm?” He shrugged and carefully folded his handkerchief before secreting it away in a breast pocket. “You know… just like Re used to?”

“Wha—” 

Before Logan could finish his blurted question, The Prince stomped forward, hands splayed in front of him, a glowing haze forming between his fingers. “Take my brother’s name from your mouth, fiend,” he growled, drawing close to Hesper. “Or I’ll rip it out with your tongue!”

But as The Prince moved, the air… flickered near his right foot. The mirage tugged at Logan’s mind the same way the faulty Pickerbot had back at the DC, the first time, before he’d found the flaw in its circuitry. 

Remembering V’s concern about explosives, Logan flipped on his HUD infrared. Heat poured from the cracked peri-ment, far more heat than could be explained away by the underlying HVAC piping. The ground glowed in blinding purples and white, spiking well past 85° centigrade.

“Prince, look out!” he shouted and pushed his servos to a run. 

Patton’s call to Logan cut off and he copied him instead, half-carrying, half-dragging V and Silvertongue away in the opposite direction.

The Prince swore as Logan slammed into him and knocked them both to the ground. Arms locked around him, he pulled The Prince with him into a roll. He stopped, propped onto the mech’s elbows, erecting a cage of durasteel limbs and torso around the Powered just as the floor exploded behind them.

Precisely where The Prince had stood a moment before.

“Are you—”

“I’m good, Tin Man. Let me up,” he muttered, shimmying his bulky shoulders out from Logan’s mech suit shield. -”Thanks,”- he said in Logan’s mind as he stood.

“Anytime,” Logan said aloud and followed him to Silvertongue’s side. Patton crouched a few feet behind him, inspecting V’s hand.

“Tell me!” Silvertongue was demanding, eyes molten gold. “Tell me how you did that without—”

“Without you poking around in here…” Hesper’s laugh was crusted in ice as he waggled his fingers around his head. “Ma cheri! L’amour de ma—”

“Tell me!” Janus’ shout reverberated through Logan’s skull. Even The Prince took a step backwards, head bowed and one hand pressed to his temple. Patton slid closer, nodding quietly to V and Logan watched them all, waiting for any sort of hint of what he had planned.

Hesper just laughed again. “There was no guilt to sense, my dear Silvertongue,” He shrugged. “Not from me at least.” Hesper gestured, almost bored, at the jagged, steaming hole in the landing pad, then at The Prince. “It was his anger, his rage that triggered the charge. I wasn’t sure it would work, but our dear Prince of Dreams always did have quite the temper.”

He fully faced The Prince then. “Ever since you were a little boy.”

Patton reached out and just rested one hand on The Prince’s shoulder. Given the recordings Logan had seen of Papa Bear wrestling an activated Muse into control, he had no doubt a light touch was all he needed to keep The Prince steady.

“Enough with the games, Hesper,” V said from Silvertongue’s other side. “No-one believes you dragged us out here in the middle of the night for a parlor trick.”

Hesper shrugged again, backing away toward the edge of the landing platform. “Worried I’m going to make it a habit of interrupting your beauty sleep?” 

He stood on the ledge, one foot hovering behind him. “Besides,” he directed his attention to Logan again. “I know you weren’t all asleep.”

Face flushed beneath his mask, Logan’s fingers flexed against the controls but the suit remained still. Then Hesper stepped off the platform and onto a waiting airskiff.

“Ta ta, for now!” he laughed, voice amplified to carry over the roar of thrusters as he flew off into the smoggy night air.

#Meus ex Machina #sanders sides #ts janus #ts patton #ts lucas #ts logan #ts roman #ts virgil #ts remus #superhero au #Janus Gates #Patton Hart #Lucas Hart #Logan Sanders #Roman Prince #Virgil Morado #Remus Prince #Silvertongue #Machina #Ultraviolet #Papa Bear #The Prince #Hesper #The Muse #sanders sides fanfiction #sanders sides fanfic #intruglogical #we're getting there‚ I swear :D

[helpmeimblorboing]

People who've read my retelling of the Iliad , Silvertongue, what were the parts you liked best about it ?

And for those who do not know, hi - I wrote a retelling of the Iliad a few months back, from the POV of Odysseus, and named it Silvertongue. Check it out, pls

Link : https://archiveofourown.org/works/51546121/chapters/130278073

#lgbt #gay #fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 #angst #lgbtq #writing #writeblr #creative writing #homers iliad #the iliad #odyssey #odysseus #silvertongue #on writing #writers #writer #writers on tumblr #writers and poets

[dorkicon]

ive been playing the new transformers ttrpg with some pals and its been a lot of fun. please enjoy the failcringe adventures of my pc, nightlight

heres grandbrawler too ^ you love him.

#my boy jason made that meme up there. thank you jason #tfoc #nightlight #guest starring #oildown #chiralis #grandbrawler #and #wreck gar #silvertongue #(facedown) #its been a very silly campaign so far. you bet your ass im invested #transformers ttrpg #my art #edit: id love to answer asks abt the campaign but i have no idea what questions anyone would have HAHAH

[autistic-gay-men-kissing]

Silvertongue belongs to @little-red-fool! Art by me! <3

Version without filter below

#Gothys art #Gothy’s art #Silvertongue #not my oc #not my character #bg3 #durge #dark urge #baldurs gate 3 #Drawing #art #illustration #artists on tumblr

[kirjavas]

lyra’s love language is comparing people to iorek byrnison

#his dark materials #lyra belacqua #iorek byrnison #silvertongue #favourites

[unf1t]

sometimes, kitae wonders why people call ansan a hellhole. instead of scorched ground and ablaze horizons, it's as if the sky opens up every other week, and the tears of god downpour in heaps, shed over the cybernetic & man-made perdition, his once-innocent sheep spiralling into doom. the roar of thunder breaks across the heavens somewhere in the distance, fracturing the clouds apart. he puts the sound somewhere at the back of his mind, an afterthought, ascribed to the usual happenings of the environment; instead, he punches in the address of the prison fortress on the outskirts of ansan and rews up the engine of his bike. it's an hour drive there, an hour drive back. to him, it's doable.

and though the skies have turned grey once he's there, kitae remains with a near religiously sworn to task: the one of his craftsmanship, as plain as it's possible. he tries not to think of the whys and hows behind the desperate calls of desperate people, leaving the reasonings to the simple state of obliviousness. the less he knows, the better it is for him; no baggage dragging him down, the ultimate bullet of turning blind eye to the aftershock of revelations leaves the barrel of a gun. slip in through the cracks and slip out the same way, without a trace that he's ever existed in that place. in the end, it's the money placed upon the table before him that matters. in the end that is expected, at least. the death within that concrete block cuts through his linear road, blood spills behind the glass partition separating the good from the bad, paints the surrounding red. the explosion subsequently sends shards into kitae; though his leather jacket protects him.

[text: H.] meet @ world. otw

in the end, he fails running away from the sorrow: the moment he stepped outside of the prison (correction: rushed away by the enforcers, under their questions and accusations), it came down upon him, pouring down as if it were the last rain to grace their planet. by the time he reaches the world diner, kitae is soaking wet. by the time he reaches the world diner, the red has been washed away from him, death flushed into drainage, to feed the sewage rats.  the waiter doesn't let him in   —--    almost; in the end, he too seeks shelter. inside, he finds the first empty table; far away from any window, from those who seek solace from the weather, from those who would pry his knowledge out of him with pliers & forceps at the back alley. 

the doors open with that familiar chime, and an even more familiar face follows through. kitae raises his arm in a short greeting, his impatience finally calmed.

@silvertongue

#WRITING:// #SILVERTONGUE #rmnt:event001 #death mention cw #[ don't worry about matching length !!!

[little-red-fool]

Evil polycule.

#my art #my oc #bg3 #bg3 tav #dark urge #bard #half elf #cambion #demon #silvertongue #haarlep #bg3 raphael #raphael x tav #raphael x dark urge #raphael x haarlep #tav x raphael #dark urge x raphael #tav x haarlep #dark urge x haarlep #raphael x haarlep x tav #raphael x tav x haarlep

[firejugglinghobo]

Cornelia referencing her other works in The Silver Tracks:

“One of the books  most certainly did not belong in an open shelf but in one of his well-locked bookcases. The cover was studded with silver, and its contents turned mortals into [Silvertongues] that could bring printed words to life. Letterman envied him this magic. [Spieler] had long used books like this to travel to other worlds, but they were all too unpredictable because they liked to take on a life of their own.” (Inkheart)

“...their flickering briefly transported him to another place, a palace in Venetia where, surrounded by will-o’-the-wisps, he had searched for a carousel that turned children into adults and adults into children.” (The Thief Lord)

Cornelia’s books are turning into an outright CFU (Cornelia Funke Universe)! It wouldn’t surprise me at all if the Dragon Rider books are set in modern-day Inkworld/Mirrorworld.

As far as the Inkheart reference, we know Fenoglio got inspiration for his book from an old book from the Mirrorworld. I guess it’s safe to say that the Alder Elves brought a silver book into our world when hiding from the Fairies and Mo read it. Maybe he even worked on restoring it for one of them who didn’t use a Mirror!

Love that it says the books like to take on a life of their own! They certainly did when Fenoglio wrote, Mo read, and the characters started making their own decisions!

As far as the Thief Lord reference, it seems pretty wild that that book would be set in a modern-day Inkworld/Mirrorworld, right?? But maybe Jacob was just looking for the carousel in the wrong world, or it had already been brought into our world by somebody else.

All in all, interesting lore!

#cornelia funke #inkheart #the thief lord #reckless #the silver tracks #queen #canon #the book #silvertongue #i'm in so deep #one day you're reading a cool fantasy book #next moment you look up and have a favorite author and spot every reference she makes to all the other books you've read

[kiwiwi-art-aaa]

some oc doodles from awhile ago I forgot to post

#wof #wings of fire #nightwing #rainwing #mudwing #skywing #seawing #most of my ocs are nightwings which I'm honestly not surprised by since theyre my favorite tribe but like #its starting ti get to the point where i realize Oh Shit i literally dont have any (random tribe) ocs cause #THEYRE ALL NIGHTWINGS #ocs #wof ocs #hivewing #silvertongue #fatality #octopus #goose #ALSO THE MUD SIBS HAVE A GROUP NAME #salamander sibs #Anianiau #watcher #heretic

[echoes-lighthouse]

Self-Insert Week: 1/10 (Silvertongue, BNHA) 

I have like three different art series going on this blog right now but it’s Self Insert Week which means I’ve got to start a new one!!! 

Self-Insert: Silvertongue Echo 

Described In Three Words: Warm, friendly, over-thinker. 

Trait They Share Most With Me: Caring a lot about everyone: how they feel, how they see me, whether they’re doing okay 

How They’re Different From Me: My default is being at home on the internet, their default is reading a book at a café. Both of us enjoy the other activity, but there’s a shift in what our ‘standard afternoon’ is. 

Do They Change The Canon Plot?: Not as far as I’ve gotten in BNHA, at least. They’re just there to be a background support to Toshinori, as far as the plot goes. 

Fun Fact: The ‘silvertongue’ Quirk user was originally created as a vigilante high school teacher who was going to be a reader-insert that was shipped with Aizawa. But I put too much of myself into the character and it became a self-insert, and I realized that I shipped myself more with Toshinori, so the reader-insert fanfic never did get finished. Tragic. 

#self insert week 2022 #sunflower time #bnha s/i #self insert #bnha self insert #my s/is #silvertongue #my selfships #i might not get through all 10 this week #but i'll try!!! #and then i'll get back to the mermay projects #and the dressup projects #and the outfit swap projects #send help #my art

[edupunkn00b]

Progression Masterpost

Photo by edupunkn00b

Progression, rated T, written for Dukeceit Week over on @imnotgrimimjustagrumpyreaper

The Muse's Illusion powers grew by the day and Silvertongue—as well as the rest of the newly-minted Mad Lads—were running out of ways to help him contain them. Playlist - [ AO3 ]

Progression brings to life the hints of Janus and Remus' backstory in the dystopian Mad Lads universe of Out of the Machine and Meus ex Machina.

Chapter List

Ready to Play - 4/6/24

Gladiator - 4/10/24

Come Out and Play - 4/11/24

Bad - 4/12/24

Killer Inside of Me - 4/13/24

Eyes Closed - 4/15/24

Traitor - 4/18/24

You've Created a Monster - 4/21/24

Completely on time, of course. Sorry to keep you on edge like this, Logan, dear… 💛

#Progression #ts remus #ts janus #The Muse #Silvertongue #Janus Gates #Remus Emir #special appearances by the rest of the Mad Lads: Roman Emir‚ Virgil Morado‚ Patton Hart‚ and Lucas Hart #companion story #Meus ex Machina #Out of the Machine #can be read separately

[helpmeimblorboing]

Do y'all guys KNOW how difficult it is to get a book published as a minor in India ? Cause I have been trying for around ten months now - and have gotten NOWHERE.

All this to say - if any Indian writers wanna help me out, or know of a discreet way for minors to publish their works, please reblog this with your suggestions. Please

#the iliad #silvertongue #odysseus #greek mythology #writing #on writing #creative writing #writers #writer #writeblr #writers on tumblr #writers and poets

[autistic-gay-men-kissing]

Wahoo wip

(character belongs to @little-red-fool)

#Wip #art #my art #drawing #illustration #bg3 #durge #dark urge #silvertongue #Not my oc