#silva omar

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Can’t help but feel if Silva and Syb were captured by Jacob for their weekly trials, that for Silva it might be less “the terror of knowing you’re about to witness her friend go through horrific torture” (although that is still an underlying present reality) but more “Silva is actually the third-wheel forced to be present around whatever constitutes as flirting between Syb and Jacob”.

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silva watching jacob and syb playing 4d chess against each other in conversation and seeing them both clearly getting turned on (ie, growing increasingly antagonistic but having fun with it) about it:

[simplegenius042]

FAR CRY 5 DEPUTY/JUDGE OC

BASICS

Name: Sylvester Silva Omar

Age: 26, 27 (in Silva's Hope), 43 (in Old Dusk)

Gender: Female (Intersex)

Sexuality: Demiromantic Homosexual

Faceclaim: Minna El Hammani

Personality/Myers-Briggs Type: According the personality test, "Defender" (ISFJ-T) fits her. With other results, it is true that Silva is dedicated and warm to those she loves and holds dearly to her, very protective as well. Quite introverted and only prefers social interactions that are deep and meaningful but would prefer a busy environment to clear her mind and whatnot. Observant and pragmatic, has a strong focus on what is happening, going to happen or likely to happen. Cooperation and safety/harmony within the community is important to her and has an expectation of empathy and sensitivity for all parties involved. Decisive, thorough, somewhat organized, and values structure and planning. Seeks closure. Silva can be quite self-conscious and if pushed hard enough, overwhelmed by stress. Sudden urgency may also drive her to succeed because failure cannot be an option in her mind.

Hometown: Raised on the Archipiélagos (somewhere close to Spain) in the Congregation of Adam's Guard before ending up in the Minas of the Tumultite Community (an intentional choice made by Father Omar).

Family (OH BOY!):

Blood Family- Father Adam Omar (Silva’s biological father, Alive in Silva's Hope, Deceased in Old Dusk), Elsa Omar (Silva’s half-sister, Deceased), Persephone Omar (Silva’s first daughter, Deceased), Azriel Omar (Adopted second daughter, Alive), Mercy Omar-Seed (Silva’s third daughter, Alive).

Familial Bond - Paul Yellowjack (Silva’s adoptive father, Deceased?) Alvarich (Former mentor, Deceased), Kamski Neon (Would have been her father-in-law, Alive in Silva's Hope, Deceased in Old Dusk), Ezekiel (Elsa's real love interest, essentially Silva's brother-in-law, Alive), the Seed Brothers (brothers-in-law, Alive), Ethan Seed (Nephew-in-law, Alive), Nick & Kim Rye (Found family, close friends, Alive), Hurk Drubman Jr & Sharky Boshaw (honorary cousins, Alive) and Carmina Rye (goddaughter, future daughter-in-law, Alive).

Romantic Relationship: Irene Neon (first partner, mother of Persephone, Deceased), and Faith Seed (current partner, eventual wife, mother of Mercy, Alive).

Did anyone in their family survive into New Dawn?: The Seeds, Azriel Omar, Mercy Omar-Seed, Ezekiel, the Ryes, Hurk Jr & Sharky, and Paul Yellowjack (if you can even count him at this point in time).

Relationship Status: Married to Faith Seed (proposal and marriage happens sometime during the 17 years between when the Collapse happened and the beginning of Old Dusk).

Did their partner survive into New Dawn?: Yes.

Reason for joining law enforcement in Hope County: A position was open, and Silva needed money to live. Subconsciously to protect people with the skills she has.

RELATIONSHIPS, FAR CRY 5

Relationship with Adelaide: Silva is on friendly terms with the Drubman matriarch, though is displeased she has to hear about her sex life (Silva would rather not hear about that during missions). Addie is likely one of the first Guns who figures out that Silva is gay. Silva views Adelaide with respect, even if she doesn't agree with some of her choices (especially in regards to her treatment of Hurk Jr).

Relationship with Burke: Silva doesn’t like Burke all that much, but she doesn’t hate him. Annoyed by his brash and glory-hound demeanour? Most certainly. Wishes harm upon him? Not really. She doesn't let herself get bitter over Burke's previous decisions to leave her behind twice, because (a) not priority and (b) it was a pretty shit situation to begin with. She just wants to get him out of Faith's grasp.

Relationship with Eli: Silva is friendly towards him and respects his leadership, often helping out in improving plans to make the Whitetail Militia better at stealing from Jacob and also not dying in the process.

Relationship with Faith: At first, there was animosity, especially with the whole Bliss, Angels and kidnapping thing. And the Reaping in general. However, as time goes on, they eventually become a bit... civil? Faith is a source of non-hostile bias of what Eden's Gate is supposedly like (just because Silva is willing to hear out Eden's Gate POV, doesn't mean she entirely trusts Faith's word for it). Still knows it's bias nonetheless, but it’s a different perspective. Silva doesn’t trust Faith at first. She keeps her personal life to herself or just spouts out the fabricated version she and Elsa created. Although there are ups and downs, Faith does manage to get Silva to open up a bit, and vice versa, surprisingly. After a long and difficult and grueling sequence of events, they do become friendly with one another, bordering on a friendship that leads the two into a shaky situationship during the Reaping. It is likely a factor that inspires Silva (especially when her PTSD gets worse during missions and leads her to being forced out of the fight) to find a peaceful resolution to the unnecessary war. After her Rogue Arc, and establishing a ceasefire between the Resistance and Eden's Gate, Silva and Faith are able to meet up with one another and sort through the feelings both harbored for the other, leading to a romantic (and eventually, sexual) relationship between the two, albeit from everyone else's notice. That does change when the Congregation of Adam's Guard arrives, though...

Relationship with Grace: Silva is friendly with Grace. She respects the sharpshooter, both as a person and a fellow fighter who just can't seem to find peace in normalcy, although for Grace it's her fear of normalcy, while for Silva it's how unattainable it always seems, especially when she's dragged into some conflict or another again.

Relationship with Deputy Hudson: Silva has respect and admiration for her fellow deputy, and is the co-worker she's closest to in the Sheriff's Department.

Relationship with Hurk Jr: Despite how loud he is at times, Silva doesn’t mind his company and quite frankly finds both him and Sharky funny. Definitely friends. Honorary cousins even. Also tries to give him advice regarding his relationship with both of his parents, especially hoping to dissuade him from taking what Hurk Sr says at face value.

Relationship with Jacob: Hostile, at first. Not a very good first impression for the both of them. Silva was ruining the Project’s progress. Jacob had Alexander kidnap her and began conditioning her. She started making some damage within the Whitetail Mountains. He threw her in a cage for days. Though when she notices his burns and dog tags, she becomes slightly curious. Cautious. But curious. Slowly, whether over the radio or behind a cage, they make some conversation, sarcasm and sneers galore. He subtly prods for information, Silva does the same. Jacob reveals more than she does. Silva doesn’t agree with Jacob’s social-Darwinist views, nor does she agree with his view on how war makes people their best (she finds it makes them best at killing, which is something she hates about herself). Jacob observes that Silva is "not weak". He admits she has strength. But what he notices is that she has no intention in putting that strength into its fullest potential. Unlike others who get violent and angry to the conditioning, Silva's reaction is... rather mellow by comparison. In the Trials, she’s calm, strategic, and effective at "culling the herd". This piques his interest even more, viewing her as the best chance in taking out Eli. That comes to bite him in the ass when Silva's state of mind was able to force herself to avoid killing Eli in the end (she had slowly etched her aim away from his face through each trial, once she figured what was going on, and utilized Wheaty's de-conditioning knowledge). Things become more neutral during the ceasefire and Old Dusk.

Relationship with Jerome: Silva is naturally wary of the Pastor at first, due to her own history with her father. However, comes to get over this once she sees Jerome is a decent guy. She's not especially close to him, and doesn't share the same religious views as him (even if she finds his version of God a comforting thought) but she does go to him if she seeks guidance (especially when she has John Seed locked in her bunker and tries to figure out the next morally right thing to do in that situation while not alerting everyone and Jerome that he's alive).

Relationship with Jess: While Silva is grateful for Jess’ help and skill, she is extremely worried about Jess’ blood lust and mental health. She was really reluctant to help Jess with her revenge against the Cook, and only joined when Jess convinced her that the Cook was a monster that needed to be put down. After Silva's Rogue Arc, Jess no longer views the deputy as a friend nor ally.

Relationship with John: At first, it starts with bad first impressions. Silva destroys John’s sign. John attempts to drown her. Silva attempts a rescue on Hudson. John tries to get her to Confess. There’s a dislike between the two, even if John likes to banter with her. Surprisingly, to John (when he finds out), the former is against the idea of taking the latter’s home. For Silva, the Ranch doesn’t give the Resistance a tactical advantage, and it's not stolen property. It would only piss John off (which is something Hudson does not need) and quite frankly. Even more surprising for both parties is when Silva ends up sparing and capturing John instead of killing him, holding him in her prepper bunker. After some tense mistrust between the two, they get friendlier with one another, and she does confess things about herself to John, not too much, but enough for him to get a picture of her character.

Relationship with Joseph: Silva doesn't like Joseph. Even if she wasn't wary of the authenticity of his claims as God's prophet, warning about the Collapse and the Seals, Silva cannot fathom how Joseph justifies warring and killing innocent people, orphaning children and the terror he and his siblings bring. Unlike his siblings, Silva cannot sympathize nor connect with Joseph. She knows the harm and damage so-called prophets like him and her father bring, and detests him for even justifying such acts, and dragging his family along with him (and, at least from her POV, his utter lack of regard for his adopted sisters). She is adamantly against his paternal advances, and after he tells her of what happened to his daughter, any chance of amicability (especially after the ceasefire) goes down the drain, even 17 years later after the Collapse, during Old Dusk.

Relationship with Kim Rye: Is actually friends with Kim and does give her helpful tips on motherhood. Silva views the Rye family as important support.

Relationship with Mary May: Friendly terms. Mary May has flirted with Silva at some point before the Reaping, but Silva had declined her advances as she wasn't in a good mind set at the time.

Relationship with Nick Rye: Good friends with Nick, and her favourite Gun For Hire. Freaked out when flying his plane, due to her inexperience, but was able to calm down when Nick gave her the instructions she needed. Silva enjoys Nick’s companionship. She views the Ryes as really important support.

Relationship with Deputy Pratt: Silva wasn't a fan of Pratt at first. But during the Reaping, they manage to become closer. She does feel sympathy about his situation under Jacob, and worked her ass off to get him out from the eldest Seed brother's thumb.

Relationship with Sharky: Much like Hurk Jr, Silva is fond of Sharky’s enthusiasm. She is closer friend with him than she is with Hurk Jr. Much like Hurk Jr, Sharky considers Silva an honorary cousin.

Relationship with Tracey: It’s rocky at first, but it does become friendly. Until Silva's Rogue Arc, which turns hostile. It doesn't get better even after the ceasefire, especially when she notices how much time Silva spends with Faith.

Relationship with Wheaty: Silva likes him well enough. Thinks he's a good kid. He is likely one of her biggest fans.

Relationship with Whitehorse: Silva respects the man. He is her role model, and likely the closest person to a stable father-figure (aside from Paul before he became the leader of the Apostles of Zachariah).

RELATIONSHIPS, FAR CRY NEW DAWN

Relationship with Carmina: Silva is Carmina’s godparent. She adores the Rye daughter. Also on an unrelated-but-actually-related note, Carmina is Silva’s daughter-in-law. Yeah, Mercy and Carmina are a thing, and Silva’s never been happier.

Relationship with Gina: Doesn’t actually know Gina that well and is really surprised and confused when she hears that Gina was a former Highwayman and both she and Hurk Jr were a thing. And had a son. Silva missed a lot while hiding out with her family (and being a force that the Highwaymen fear). Does a mental slap in to her own face now whenever she remembers Gina mentioning how the Twins' "pops" really likes wasps and could sing a musical number without shame. Because only Paul could like those things and still hold a leadership role in the Highwaymen.

Relationship with Grace: Feels terrible for Grace’s visual handicap, and her respect towards the woman grows when she realizes she's still doing her best to keep Prosperity safe.

Relationship with Ethan: Silva doesn't meet Ethan until Old Dusk, but she is aware that Azriel has at least encountered him while out scavenging, and suspects that Mercy had been in contact with Ethan for a long while. She feels kind of bad for him considering how Joseph is, but is thankful that he at least had a support system (outside of Joseph) in the form of Jacob and Mercy (and surprisingly, Carmina too).

Relationship with Hurk Jr: MISSED HIM! A big shock for the both of them. BEAR HUGS (on Hurk's part at least)! Also, very surprised he has a kid. Surprised when Hurk not-so-subtly brings up the topic of being Blade’s godmother as well.

Relationship with Jerome: Silva and Jerome are both glad to see the other survived the Collapse, though Silva does feel some shame and guilt from choosing to hide away instead of looking for survivors and helping with Prosperity.

Relationship with Joseph: She'd rather never have to talk to Joseph ever again.

Relationship with Nick: Silva’s missed Nick, and he admittedly misses her, but is still confused with her decision to start a relationship with Faith. But both are willing to rekindle a friendship with him and Kim. Also unrelated-but-totally-related Carmine and Mercy are in a loving and healthy relationship so they can’t really afford any past animosity getting in the way of their children’s future.

Relationship with Kim: More or less the same as Nick, except she has a bit of an understanding about Silva and Faith than Nick does.

Relationship with Nana: Much like Gina, Silva doesn’t know Nana that well. But is absolutely living for Nana's teasing of Jerome. Like Gina, Nana’s just an acquaintance/ally.

Relationship with Sharky: Like Hurk Jr, Silva’s missed her cousin from another aunt. Has no idea what a furry is but totally-and-reliably-but-super-vaguely remembers maybe Jacob and Jess being into that? Nonetheless, Silva supports Sharky. Also has both concerned and supportive of his parenting on Blade. To her surprise, he's happy for her being able to settle down with Faith.

Relationship with Captain of Security: Silva is overjoyed to have reunited with another survivor of the Tumultite Massacre, Ezekiel.

 FAR CRY 5 INFO

Feelings on the Project at Eden’s Gate in general: Silva detests them at first, viewing them as yet another Congregation of Adam's Guard/Apostles of Zachariah. Doesn't help that she was personally wronged by them when they bought her late-sister's floristry while she was out of the county. However, over time, she sees them as people who were wronged, alone and taken advantage of, like Nadi and Alexander, before finding acceptance in the Father, and so her ire is redirected at the Seeds, before it eventually just settles on Joseph. Killing members of them become less and less easy over time.

How did they feel about being seen as a saviour to Hope County?: Silva was uncertain of role, and she didn't want to be seen as the sole reason as to why they're winning in the fight against Eden's Gate, many other before her, both present and deceased, risk their lives to push back against Eden's Gate. Even when she wishes that she'd find community and acceptance amongst them under better circumstances, she is grateful to have friends and family.

Peggie radio station, normal radio station, or no music?: If people are in the car? She’ll prefer the radio be off, though she'll have the normal radio on as just simple white noise (unless it's "Raise Hell" by Dorothy). If alone or with the Fangs? She’ll listen and sing along to the cult's music, especially Faith's and John's songs, as she likes theirs best. She may not like the cult, but she admits their songs aren't tasteless.

In what order were the Heralds killed fought?: John, Jacob and then Faith.

Say YES in Fall’s End church?: Yes.

Say YES in John’s bunker?: She didn't give him the satisfaction.

Did they believe Joseph in the end?: Joseph being right was overshadowed by her father being right about the Collapse all along, which was a kind of mindfuckery for the woman.

Reaction to Burke and Virgil’s deaths: Saddened by their deaths to an extent. Especially since she had to put Burke down and Virgil was killed when her father ordered his airship to drop their bombs on most of the Henbane (with the Jailhouse being caught in the blast).

Reaction to shooting Eli: Not shocked. She and Wheaty knew she was being played by Jacob, but she managed to avoid a fatal wound.

Feelings towards killing defeating John: Silva was full of pent-up rage, but managed to reel herself back from actually killing the younger brother. Instead, she knocked him out and ditched him in the nearest prepper stash, took his key and got Hudson (as well as everyone else) out of his bunker, while leaving it intact (just in case). After that, she goes back for John and keeps him captive in her prepper bunker, while the Resistance and Eden's Gate believe him to be dead.

Feelings when killing defeating Jacob: Jacob was disgruntled by the fact she failed to kill Eli and that Ernesto Stallone got the drop on him and interrupted their little battle. She finds herself relieved that Jacob didn't manage to fall by Ernesto's hands, the prospect of a possible ceasefire secured since with Jacob being alive, John would be more amiable to helping her. After dealing with Ernesto, Silva leaves Jacob to be taken by Alexander in a tactical retreat while she runs off to get Pratt and destroy the Armory.

Feelings when saving Faith: Relief that Faith managed to hold out long enough for Silva to get to her, but they're mostly on borrowed time especially with her father, Adam Omar, planning to bomb the Henbane in a short timespan and while she's happy her lover is safe, she was more focused on getting them out of the doomed region.

Feelings when negotiating with/confronting Joseph: During negotiations for ceasefire, Silva was hyper aware of all of Joseph's words, ensuring that any agreements they came to were within reason. When she confronted Joseph in regards to his temporary alliance with Father Adam Omar, she was justifiably pissed at the fact he let the man and his enforcers right into Eden's Gate' outposts, and didn't find the Congregation troubling nor suspicious.

Most used weapon(s): The Silver Dragon dagger and a desert eagle.

Stealth or guns blazing?: Usually stealth. But if she has to, mostly due to her allies not listening to her (especially early on), she will.

Gun-For-Hire(s) or Fang-For-Hire(s) most travelled with: Guns? Nick and Sharky. Fangs? Boomer and Peaches. Guns and Fangs? Grace and Boomer.

FAR CRY NEW DAWN INFO

What happened to them in the bunker with Joseph: Silva managed to get back to her bunker when the Collapse occurred, and though she (in addition to Faith and Azriel) had a close call with Oscar Lapis, they managed to deal with him. The next five years were spent raising Azriel (and Mercy), as well as Silva processing the entire event as well.

Do they ever speak/take off the mask?: The Judge's mask is more of a deterrent and protection against enemies, as well as a way to hide her identity. She does speak, though stays quiet when encountering her old allies or New Eden members, and especially when attacking the Highwaymen. Eventually she does stop wearing the mask outside of her home.

Is their loyalty to Joseph genuine?: She doesn't really care about Joseph after the events of Silva's Hope.

Feeling on New Eden as a whole: She's glad that some people managed to find peace, though none too happy that the foundation was still built on blood. That's not to mention her animosity towards Joseph.

Feelings on the Highwaymen and twins: Over the bullshit. Considering she's been through a war, two civil wars and leveled through about five different dictatorships, another invasion is just frustrating for her. Then Paul reveals himself to be the brains behind the Highwaymen's operations. And suddenly shit gets real.

Thoughts on the Captain of Security being chosen by Joseph: Rolls with it ("Sounds fake, but okay"). Ezekiel's having fun with it.

Did they try to help Ethan lead while Joseph was in the North?: Silva wasn't apart of New Eden, so no, however, it becomes apparent that some of the math questions Mercy had asked her and Faith (especially on distributing rations, expanding perimeters, rounding, etc) were not in fact, in the hypothetical.

Was Ethan’s involvement in New Eden getting attacked anticipated?: No, but she understands it was a genuine mistake (Ethan had been tricked by Paul).

If the Captain of Security shot Joseph, how did they react?: Ezekiel never shot Joseph, but if he had done so like in canon, Silva... wouldn't particularly have much emotion in regards to it, but she'd be more concerned with Faith's reaction, in spite of her estrangement with her adoptive brother.

If the Captain of Security spared Joseph, how did they react?: Well, Joseph doesn't live at the end of Old Dusk and is killed by Paul, but if things followed more closely to canon, well, Silva wouldn't particularly care. She'd probably go home back to Faith and their daughters. Joseph is pretty much cut from her life, nothing would change that now.

If given the opportunity, would they have shot Joseph themselves? Did they?: No. The thought would be tempting, but if presented with him begging for her to shoot him, she likely wouldn't give him what he wanted.

Do they stay in Hope County after the events of New Dawn?: No. Hope County holds to many tragedy for her now; Elsa's death, her grief for Persephone, the Reaping, her father's attack, Kamski's loss, the Collapse, the shame and guilt, and finally killing Paul. A place that was meant to be a new opportunity to live a life of normalcy was ripped away from her at every possible turn. That's not to so she wouldn't think of Hope County fondly; she made friends, was accepted by a community, found love and had her own family there. It's just... bittersweet, for her. She feels as if she needs to move on from it, and both Faith and Azriel feel the same sentiment. While Mercy stays in the county, Silva and Faith (in addition to Azriel and Schrödinger) make way towards a thriving Tumultite community that Ezekiel pointed them towards. What it isn't though, is a goodbye.

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🏳️‍🌈pedrito pride month masterlist🏳️‍🌈

ft. canon queer pedritos; dieter bravo, oberyn martell, greg, silva, y renaldo (even tho he's not in this lol)

in honour of pride month, i'm posting 18 pedrito oneshots this june that are mix of x reader and pedrito pairings, all with queer themes.

they include smut, angst, and fluff, so read the tags <3

note: the oberyn oneshot is purely platonic

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♡ trans dio morrissey x trans eddie - MDNI two twinks, one strap

♡ joel miller x silva - MDNI on a bottle o' jack

♡ javi gutiérrez x male reader - MDNI bark like you want it

♡ trans ezra x male reader - MDNI space cowboy needs some lovin'

♡ javier peña x jack daniels - MDNI baby's first pride

♡ oberyn martell x fem reader - unlike father, unlike daughter

♡ max phillips x male reader - MDNI "all vampires are bisexual"

♡ omar assarian x male reader - MDNI shower talk

♡ lucien de leon x trans male reader - coming out in a wholefoods

♡ harry castillo x clint flood - MDNI "yes sir"

♡ greg x male reader - fabric formed domesticity

♡ trans zach wellison x gn reader - all that she is

♡ marcus acacius x male reader - MDNI love be thy concubine

♡ frankie morales x dave york - MDNI TW don't ask, don't tell- just do

♡ marcus moreno x male reader - el novio de papi

♡ dieter bravo x male reader - MDNI "dieter's ultimate power bottom fantasy"

♡ trans din djarin x male reader - MDNI under the armour

♡ mamá flores x male reader x mr. ben - MDNI mamá's little genius

bonus:

♡ jack daniels x trans male reader

ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっif you wanna be tagged in any of them, comment and tell me what ones

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Music Monday & WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @direwombat and @josephseedismyfather

Tagging @inafieldofdaisies @voidika @raresvtm @imogenkol @noodlecupcakes @socially-awkward-skeleton @adelaidedrubman @josephslittledeputy @cassietrn @g0dspeeed @aceghosts @cloudofbutterflies92 @derelictheretic @icecutioner @shallow-gravy @strangefable @statichvm @carlosoliveiraa @wrathfulrook @starsandskies @ladyoriza @la-grosse-patate @thewanderer-000 @omen-speaker @alypink @shellibisshe @skoll-sun-eater @afarcryfrommymain @strafethesesinners @turbo-virgins @florbelles @minilev @justasmolbard @yokobai and @saynogrumpy + anyone else who'd like to join.

Music for The Silver Chronicles, Life, Despair & Monsters and the terrible trio Noir, Nova and Noa, as well as an WIP for a new FC5 AU called Doll!Silva AU... I'll elaborate some more later below the cut:

Noir, Nova and Noa are a trio of sixth-generation kin whose entire purpose is to act as both an obstacle and represent the number one thing to keep in mind about the multiverse, especially while Jade Smith and Jasmine Rafiq are exploring the various worlds; everything and everyone they will come across will be unpredictable and are never as simply good and bad. Noir, Nova and Noa are both nuisances, guides, roadblocks and advisors. If Jade and Jasmine can adapt to their wacky antics, then to the three kin, the couple are ready for anything that comes their way.

"I hear your heart beat to the beat of the drums Oh, what a shame that you came here with someone So while you're here in my arms Let's make the most of the night like we're gonna die young We're gonna die young We're gonna die young Let's make the most of the night like we're gonna die young!"

"Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, like we're gonna die young Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, like we're gonna die young Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, like we're gonna die young!" "Let's make the most of the night like we're gonna die young!"

Out of all the stories in The Silva Chronicles, I think the most tragic of them all is my Bloodborne WIP, thus far, that is. I only say this cause while WIPs like La Última En Pie, Ain't It A Joy? and How Good Is A Heist If It's Improvised? (although Silva's Hope, Call To Arms and No One's Safe At Home can qualify) are all expressively tragic and often end more bitter rather sweet, they are also kind of connected together, their previous arcs and growth following over to Silva's Hope and then ending rather hopefully in Old Dusk. Meanwhile, the Bloodborne WIP, which I shall call Hematophobia: Fear The Paleblood, is the MOST tragic and the only one I'm confident in saying has a downer ending for majority of characters, even if I keep some of it very ambiguous, like the game itself does. Yharnam and its inhabitants, are doomed to fall. The hunters get little to no peace for their duties, in fact most go mad. The Jäger siblings, Tobias and Caroline, went to Yharnam to cure Caroline of her blood disease, and in the end, one is too ignorant towards duty over family, while the other is irreversibly changed by the knowledge accumulated and all the violence and horror that was witnessed over the course of the long night, and neither will ever be able to see each other again. Splinter succeeds in killing Nigel but fails in his vows to protect others and can't rectify his mistake once he's awoken from the dream and detained by the Time Bureau Authority. In fact, with exception to Caroline's actions (although that's being too generous), mostly everyone else fails in their missions or suffer from the Monkey Paw effect, meaning a lot of everyone's actions throughout this WIP end up being all for nothing, really. It's weird that one Soulsborne WIP (this one) ends ambiguously but certainly the closest to an outright downer ending in my series, while the Elden Ring WIP (another Soulsborne game), ends up being the closest to an actual legitimate happy ending in this series (I'd say Old Dusk is the second closest to a happy ending for Silva, Azriel, Nadi, Alexander, Schrödinger, Isiah and Gemini in addition to most canon characters, though it still has a few bitterness to its overall sweetness).

"Do you realize? That you have the most beautiful face

Do you realize? We're floating in space

Do you realize? That happiness makes you cry

Do you realize? Everyone you know Someday Will die

Do you realize? Everyone you know Someday Will die!"

And lastly, let's talk about one of the little cheeky themes of Life, Despair & Monsters. That being: Connection and bonds, and how strong bonds can make and break a person. How bonds can be the greatest and worst thing. How bonds if maintained well can never shake against adversity, and if maintained poorly, or just one-sided/superficial, will result in failure. The bonds of siblings (like between Haoyu and Monika, Icarus/Hatsukami/Xavier and their family, or even Corvus and Rhaenyra and their half-siblings), the bond of lovers (Sonya and Jennifer, Guenevere and Morgana, Haoyu and Icarus), the bond of friends (Rico and Lora, Lora and Lancelot, Hatter and Marinette & Adrien) and other type of bonds are important in their success to be maintained and reinforced, lest they fall apart and are left alone. To serve as a contrast, the members of the Ruins of the Midnight Rise do not manage their bonds rather well; Malvolio is a being incapable of comprehending the importance of connection and bonds considering he originates from a wild dimension where the main consensus is "survive or die" and therefore his bonds with those around him (such as Denise, Evie and Inviticus) are more superficial rather than deeply genuine (he cries no rivers when Evie dies, only expresses disappointment that his favored creation has failed to continue living, and abandons Denise when she's proven unable to uphold her end of their accord with her lack of arms), with members like Inviticus and Impulse, and allies like Paul Yellowjack, being aware of this fact, and only keeping up their ends of this social accord to get what they want out of it. The only exception to this is Uni (or rather, the Unity) and Frederick Rosemary, the former of whom is an amalgamation of the worlds greatest Third Eye users downloaded/possessing in a mechanical monstrosity holding history and knowledge and scientific endeavors, which is something Malvolio can connect with, while the latter is unbothered by the "necessity" to do horrific things in the "name of progress" with a darkly crude sense of humor, something Malvolio finds himself flocking to the closest thing of a genuine if twisted friendship with Frederick despite his depravities. Minor note is that Denise doesn't really like the other members with exception to the Director, Evie only cares about gaining Malvolio's praise, Inviticus and Impulse only desire to hunt, and the other Displacements are enslaved by Malvolio. Sliding away from the Midnight Rise and focusing on the Occult, Aggrevor genuinely doesn't care about his fellow cultists and the relationship between the Occult and the Kin they want to bring back and worship is explicitly either one-sided or mutually abusive. Haoyu, Icarus, Sonya and the others are able to rise above their enemies due to learning to secure and keep their bonds strong with mutual respect and genuine friendship, even when they are all at their lowest point in the journey.

"We're gonna ri-ri-ri-ri-rise 'til we fall They say we got no-no-no-no future at all They wanna ke-ke-keep us out Can't hold us down anymore We're gonna ri-ri-ri-ri-rise 'til we fall

When we hit the bottom, nothing gonna stop us Climb to the top with you We could be the greatest, ones who never made it Yeah, I could be talking to you They tryna hate, hate, hate But we won't change, change anything at all, oh We're gonna ri-ri-ri-ri-rise 'til we fall

They think we're just dropouts Living at out mom's house Parents must be so proud They know it all No, they don't speak out language They say we're too savage, yeah No, no, we don't give a- anymore

We're gonna ri-ri-ri-ri-rise 'til we fall We're gonna ri-ri-ri-ri-rise 'til we fall No, they don't speak out language They say we're too savage, yeah No, no, we don't give a- anymore We're gonna ri-ri-ri-ri-rise We're gonna ri-ri-ri-ri-rise We're gonna ri-ri-ri-ri-rise 'til we fall

They say we're goin' no-no-no-no-no-no-nowhere But what they don't know, know, know is that we don't, don't care We're gon' keepin' on, keepin' on goin' 'til we can't go no more We're gonna ri-ri-ri-ri-rise 'til we fall, yeah!"

And here's the WIP snippet for my newest FC5 AU for Silva... Doll!Silva AU, inspired by Bloodborne yet again, but this time, neglecting the werewolves and gothic horror for just the existential and lovecraftian horror with the main focus being on the altered Gehrman and Plain Doll dynamic (old badass mentor appears physically weak with only the human-sized and somehow magically alive doll of his equally badass pupil to take care of him but he feels self-hatred and guilt for making her every time he looks at her due her having more subjectively traditionally feminine and obedient qualities which misses the qualities that the original alive woman had in the first place and is nothing more but the physical manifestation of his shame and mistakes), but with Silva and Paul instead. And in Hope County. So here's Mary May (in contribution to... ahem, Mary MAY) coming across the spitting image of a rookie deputy who is supposed to be dead but yet is alive in front of her and very off-putting and different from before she maybe died(?). Read below:

Mary shut off the radio, much to Drew's complaints, shaking her head as she continued to drive them back to Fall's End, which was a long ride away while in the Henbane.

But shutting up her yapping brother and that irritating music wasn't enough to escape the topic of the cult; they passed a multitude of billboards and signs of Eden's Gate propaganda.

In the span of two years, they've spread like an infection across the county's three regions. And yet, the Henbane seems to have gone through the most changes. Especially with the introduction of those batches of white flowers.

Flowers that either make you high or nauseous when going too close to it, Mary snarled in her mind, How is that NOT considered a health issue, or extremely dangerous? Why haven't the Sheriff's Department actually done anything about that yet?

She remembered Deputy Omar seemed keen on tackling a potential investigation, probably one of the few deputies who actually took the cult's growing influence with serious consideration, much like her father...

Not like it matters much now, considering the funeral last week.

Such a reminder made Mary huff, taking a swift glance to Drew in the passenger seat. Her little brother was quiet, looking out the window, trying to read whatever were on the billboards they passed. Most likely the cult's, since she picked him up from the Convent.

Her grip tightened on the leathery wheel. She hoped Ma and Pa could talk some sense into Drew. She could see how curious he was about the cult, and she was so afraid of how far they hot their claws in him. She hoped he could be dissuaded by seeing how bad Eden's Gate had effected business at the Spread Eagle.

She couldn't fathom the feeling of losing a family member. Not like how Paul had recently. Considering she hasn't seen him since a little after the funeral when he came to the Spread Eagle, she was certain he wasn't doing well.

That was a pain she wasn't going to let happen to her family. Not now, and especially not by the cult.

She opened her mouth to say something to Drew; to let him know he can talk to her, that his older sister is just worried for him, that she loves and cherishes him just as Ma and Pa do, even if they are a little hard on him. To affirm to him that he can turn to them for anything. Better than the cult could possibly do.

However, no such words leave her mouth as she spotted something out on the side of the road.

Her gaze locked on to a crouching figure adorned in black as the truck passed them, a little way on the side of the road, way too close to those pale flowers that the cult owned.

Does this person not know about the flowers? she pondered briefly, as it seemed to be the only reasonable explanation considering how new those flowers are. They certainly didn't appear to be a Peggie, usually the cult were adorned in white, browns and sometimes an occasional red and black. Never just... black.

Regardless, while watching from her rear view mirror, Mary watched in abject horror how the person - a woman, she was sure now - picked a flower out and curiously brought it closer to her face.

Not a moment longer, Mary slammed her foot down on the breaks, much to Drew's shock, swerving to park on the side of the road as she unbuckled her seat belt and practically hopped out of the truck once she opened the door without further elaboration.

She urgently ran towards the black-clad woman who held the flower up to her nose. The woman still hadn't noticed her yet. There was something familiar about her to Mary, but she couldn't fathom what it was; the dark hair or the silvery white flowing down the braid tail behind her.

It didn't matter; she had to get the woman away from the flowers.

"Hey!" she shouted towards the stranger, gaining closer, "Stop!"

Her shouts seemed to alarm the woman, causing her to lift her head away from the flower and towards Mary's approaching figure.

Once she gained close enough to be a few big steps from coming up to the woman, Mary states, "You need to get away from those flowers-"

Her words caught in her throat as the woman stood up from her crouched position. There were a total number of three thoughts that crashed Mary's brain.

Her first thought being, Oh, she's TALL. With how the woman loomed over her, and the way she had to tilt her head down to reach eye contact with Mary. A part of Mary wanted to claim the woman was eight feet tall. Perhaps it wouldn't be quite an exaggeration, but reasonably the woman had to be at least a little over seven feet.

The second thought was focused on what the woman was wearing; obviously it was a modest knee-length black dress (the hem of which seemed to reach a bit more below the knees), dark gloves with leathery knee-high boots that successfully covered the rest of the woman's legs. Even her neck was covered by an ascot of some kind. She also adorned a laced veil or shawl over her dark and silvery hair, with a large comb fixed in her braided hair. Every inch of the woman's body, with exception to her face, didn't allow any skin to show off.

She looks like she came back from a funeral, is the impression Mary got.

But the final thought was what truly had Mary staring at the stranger's face in a state of shock. Except, it wasn't a stranger's face she was looking at.

It can't be, Mary struggled to contextualize the impossibility of what or rather who she was in front of her. Skin that held a dark complexion. The faint scarring from a time before entering Hope County. Chapped lips that hadn't been healing for long since arriving to the county. And although her eyes weren't as dull or grey as they should have been, the silver that practically illuminated from those rings around her pupils were not far off from the color she did possess.

Mary wondered if the nearby pale flowers were messing with her mind, their sweet and citrus smell not too far off. Because how else could she rationalize seeing a dead woman standing in front of her.

Though the more she stared at her, the more she her head pounded, her blue eyes blinking as it felt like her retinas burned, and how ill she felt from just standing near her.

It had to be those flowers that were causing such a reaction out of her. Although that didn't explain why the woman in front of her didn't appear to even be as effected by them as she should be. After all, she practically had one of those flowers up to her face, and here Mary was struggling to stand by being a couple steps away from the batch.

"Are you alright, señorita?" the woman asked in a clear and non-slurring tone, with such a familiar voice that held the same purr of the accent that had Mary almost shamelessly swoon when she first heard it, and fuck, did that not sound like her voice.

She could practically remember like it was yesterday, even if it was a little over last week, answering the woman - the deputy's - questions in regards to the cult.

There was no way to get a confirmation without forcing her tongue to form the words and ask the one question that she most certainly knows the answer to.

"I'm fine," she said all too quickly, her words struggling to form properly as her mind withered at the sight of this spitting image of someone she knew and saw on a regular occurrence, "It's just- who are you? What's your name?"

She could hear Drew's steps come closer, but she couldn't focus on that now, even if it was more bearable than focusing on the woman before her, who's very appearance both made her want to collapse from the confusion of it all and yet also hurl from the mixing scents of sweet citruses, sharp woodwork, nature and decay. She blamed that particular response on those flowers though.

The woman before her tilted her head curiously, unblinking, even if the first thing she should be asking was who Mary was, or the approaching Drew, or why Mary shouted to her to stop and get away from the pale flowers, or any number of questions that wouldn't make such a interaction feel even more off than it already was.

Instead, the woman, a mirror of the dead rookie deputy Mary attended the funeral for a week ago, merely gives her a polite smile, and bows her head slightly in greeting and responds to her question with an answer that Mary feared to hear.

"I am Silva. Caretaker of Paul, mi... padre," she tells a disbelieving Mary, her silver eyes glinting with familiarity as she adds, "It is a pleasure to see you again, Señorita Fairgrave."

[fluffypuffs69]

Character View - Pedro Pascal

ASSIGNED FLOWERS! SPECIAL FLOWER: Pedro Pascal MOVIES: Agent Whiskey (Kingsmen: The Golden Circle) Comandante Veracruz (Burn Notice: The Fall of Sam Axe) Clint (Freaky Tales) Dave York (The Equalizer 2) Dieter Bravo (The Bubble) Ezra (Prospect) Frankie Morales (Triple Frontier) Fink (The Wild Robot) Harry Castillo (The Materialist) Javi Gutierrez (The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent) Lucien (The Uninvited) Marcus Acacius (Gladiator 2) Marcus Moreno (We Can Be Heroes) Max Lord (Wonder Woman: 1984) Max Phillips (Bloodsucking Bastards) Paulino (Sweet Little Lies) Pero Tovar (The Great Wall) Ted Garcia (Eddington) SHORT FILM: Billy (Iris) Nico (House Comes with a Bird) Silva (Strange Way of Life)

TV SHOWS: Din Djarin (The Mandalorian) Javier Pena (Narcos) Joel Miller (The Last of Us) Marcus Pike (The Mentalist) Oberyn Martell (Game of Thrones) Omar Assarian (Lights Out) Shane Dio Morrissey (NYPD Blue) Special Agent Ortega (The Sixth Gun - Unaired pilot) Zach Wellison (Brothers and Sisters) SNL: Kermit Mr. Ben Mrs. Flores Reynaldo Commecials/ads: Airpods4: Someday by Spike Jonze. Tim Rockford (Merge Mansion) Charlie: Happy Socks. (ONGOING LIST - WILL BE UPDATED)

[the-silver-chronicles]

2025 Year Of The OTP February Prompts: "You're Mine" [Boa Lurking In The Bliss]

Tagging @imogenkol @socially-awkward-skeleton @direwombat @aceghosts @inafieldofdaisies @voidika @raresvtm @josephseedismyfather @noodlecupcakes @cloudofbutterflies92 @cassietrn @adelaidedrubman @derelictheretic @icecutioner @shallow-gravy @strangefable @statichvm @carlosoliveiraa @g0dspeeed @wrathfulrook @starsandskies @ladyoriza @la-grosse-patate @thewanderer-000 @omen-speaker @alypink @shellibisshe @josephslittledeputy @skoll-sun-eater @afarcryfrommymain @strafethesesinners @turbo-virgins @florbelles @minilev @justasmolbard @yokobai and @seedsplease + anyone else who'd like to join.

February Prompts based on this Year Of The OTP fandom event as well as something for Valentines Day. Tackling the following prompts: Valentines Day, "It made me think of you", Bed Sharing & Mind Control/Break.

Sharing the February Oneshot here, but alternatively can be found on my AO3 here. I suppose this will count as one of my major contributions to Faithbruary (despite the fact I'm doing this for the other months too).

Unlike January's oneshot Our Love, this Faithbruary oneshot You're Mine includes a content warning for dubious consent for kissing, mostly due to use of Bliss.

Anyway, you can read the oneshot below the cut or on my AO3 above. Enjoy!:

Title: You’re Mine

Series: The Silver Chronicles (Far Cry 5)

Pairing: Boa Lurking In The Bliss (Silva Omar/Faith Seed)

Prompts: February – Valentine’s Day, “It made me think of you”, Bed Sharing & Mind Control/Break.

Genre: Fluff but really Dark Angst.

CW: Mildly dubious consent for a kiss (Standard procedure with use of Bliss). The horrifying use of Bliss on a person. Obsession and possessiveness from Faith Seed.

Words: 2,623

In the unconscious chasm of sleep, Silva stirred upon feeling the familiar sensation of heat washing over her skin.

Though her eyes were heavy, she pushed herself through the tiredness to open them, undeterred by the brightness above. The sun seemed to be intense today.

Awakening, she stretched on the soft silk sheets of the queen-sized bed, the large blanket drifting down to reveal she was wearing a pyjama button-up shirt and shorts. She didn’t remember putting such clothing on yesterday, but the night before had been more or less a blur to Silva, so it wasn’t anything she should focus on.

Rubbing at her face, she paused when she noted her gloves weren’t on, her sensitive hands feeling tingly under the soft gaze of the sun. Her dark hair, usually braided into one tail, was also undone, allowing her long dark hair to flow behind her.

She furrowed her brows at that until her attention was turned towards an additional weight on the bed.

Her train of thought was swiftly forgotten as she focused on the beautiful mujer sitting on the edge of the bed, still ethereal in the white dress she wore. Her flowing light brown hair that reached a little over her shoulders was a majestic sight, but what captivated Silva most her alluring green eyes.

And when her lips quirked up into a content smile, Silva could feel her heartbeat quicken, and the fog on her mind felt heavier.

Faith was here.

When did she get here? Where is here?

The unprompted thought brought confusion, though she didn’t get to focus on it when Faith stated, “You’re finally awake.”

Silva blinked, and felt herself return a smile as she pushed herself up, sitting up against the bed’s head.

Her eyes briefly trailed to the surrounding foliage, mist with a green hue surrounding familiar white flowers. The logic of it baffled Silva, but she elected to ignore it in favor of a reply.

“I haven’t had a goodnight rest like that in ages,” she said, her grey eyes taking in Faith’s form before her, “How long was I out?”

How did I get here?

The thought repeated, and Silva felt something at the edge of her mind.

The crackling of gunfire. The blare of speakers playing soothing music. Eyes hurting, tears welling. Inhaling sweetness-

“Just a couple hours,” Faith answered, scooting closer to Silva with… a tray of freshly baked steaming bread and a cup of tea. She was surprised she didn’t notice Faith holding it sooner, but with a growl from her stomach, Silva’s priorities shifted from questioning to eating.

Silva rationalized she hadn’t fully woken up yet, hence why she didn’t notice the food Faith was holding. Even if she didn’t believe that herself. What’s going on with me-

Faith pushed the tray into Silva’s hands, forcing the dark-haired woman to shift concentration on not spilling anything onto herself or the bed.

“You had such a rough night though, you’ll probably need more rest for the celebration,” Faith mentioned, observing Silva settle the tray onto her own lap and breaking the hot bread in half.

“Celebration?” Silva raised a brow at that, taking a bite out of the softness of the hot bread. She resisted the urge to hum in contentment, not long before devouring it fully.

Faith only smiled in response, waving away the question, “Nothing to think about. It’ll be a long while until then. Leaves plenty of time for us…”

Silva had just picked up the teacup when she noticed the purr in Faith’s voice. She noted how Faith twirled a stand of light brown hair, her green eyes on the other woman with a familiar intensity of emotion.

“Us?” Silva repeated the distinctly emphasized word in a soft murmur, her tone inquiring while she looked away from Faith’s beautiful face. The use of that word accompanied by Faith’s behavior held an implication that only made her heart pump faster, so she took a sip from the all too sweet tea.

Not helped by Faith’s coy smile (was it coy? Or was it sly?). Nor how she reached her hand out to caress Silva’s cheek… and cupped her face…

The sweetness burned in her lungs. She knew she was a goner. She could already feel lighter-

“You know what today is, Silva?” Faith asked with a tilt of her head, keen to observe all of Silva’s expressive reactions.

Silva tried to remember if she even knew the answer. The days all kind of blur together ever since-

“February 14th,” Faith stated, taking the teacup from her hands and returning it to the tray, removing it from Silva’s lap to place it aside on the sheets, making room for her to shuffle closer to Silva on the bed.

However, Silva had a spark of familiarity with the specific date that distracted her from Faith’s enfolding approach.

“Got a special someone to spend some lovin’ on tomorrow, Dep?” asked the gruff, scratchy voice of one of the Guns. The flame-throwing one.

A brief panicked thought erupted in her mind, Why can’t I remember his name? I should know his name! Isn’t it-?!

“Valentines Day,” Silva muttered to herself, the thoughts gone in favor of realizing the day’s significance. She tried to claw on to that memory… the memory of a name, now too blurry to make out what the words were, but just as quickly as it came, it slipped from her grasp. Her eyes returned to Faith when she realized the other woman was straddling her.

In her hazy mind, Silva still recognized the proximity was an intimate gesture that she knew could only be shared between amantes. She remembered sharing her personal space with Irene before-

“I got something for you,” Faith softly told Silva, face ever closer, the smell of citruses invading her nose, strong enough to make her head dizzy. There wasn’t much distance between their faces, nor their lips; a dangerous thought whispered that, if Silva just inched more closer, she could probably capture Faith’s lips in her own.

…Wait, no! I can’t be thinking about kissing Faith Seed! She’s my en-!

Faith pulled out something from behind her, bringing it up between them; it was a small gift box, it’s size fitting on Faith’s palm.

Silva, with an odd hesitance, lightly took the little gift from Faith. There was an Eden’s Gate cross was drawn on the top of it.

The last thing she recalled before her consciousness fell into the familiar sweet darkness was how the dreaded cross looked down on her with a judgement as ferocious as the surrounding flames.

“Open it,” Faith encouraged, a wide and excited smile on her face.

Silva shook away the unprompted visage; somewhere in her mind echoed its insignificance. She followed Faith’s instruction, opening the little box’s lid to reveal-

A bracelet?

That was Silva’s initial thought, considering its design. It looked like a small grey python coiled around, poised to strike. It appeared to be made of a kind of special leather, one she’d expect to find at the Seed’s Ranch.

That thought provoked a glimpse of a familiar bearded man wearing a blue shirt and vest, his grin manic while holding a bloodied screwdriver.

Her hand went to her chest, where the skin had once been exposed. Taking a deep breath, inhaling the sweet and citrus air that put her at ease, she refocused her attention back onto the bracelet.

Inspecting it closer, she noted that it was a bit wide to be a bracelet and came to another conclusion.

“Is it a… choker?” she asked Faith, mildly curious on what compelled Faith to gift her this.

The light brunette stifled a snicker, uncharacteristic of the woman that Silva knew. Or thought she knew…

Regardless, Faith decided to correct Silva, “No, it’s not a choker. Close though. Think of it as… a “special necklace” or rather a pendant. Here, I’ll put it on for you.”

Without so much as a chance to decline, Faith took the pendant out of the box and got Silva to turn around. The way she pressed against her back caused Silva’s cheeks to burn and darken from the contact, but Faith didn’t seem to notice. Not that Silva entirely minded… not while the other woman coiled the necklace around her neck. Almost collaring her, but that thought was shoved away swiftly.

“And done!” Faith exclaimed, skidding back to let her check out the jewellery. Silva noted that it was a bit small, but she could see the chain and embellishment attached to it; she realized it was a love heart with the intricate engravings of a Bliss flower, the chain attached to the mouth of the python.

It was certainly a strange choice of gift, but not one she was against nor unused to wearing.

Wait… where’s my locket? Silva realized her golden necklace was missing. Which shouldn’t be possible. She took special care in ensuring it was close to her. I can’t have lost it! It’s too valuable! It’s the only way to feel close to-!

Silva felt a weight over her shoulders, which happened to be Faith slumping herself onto Silva’s back, wrapping her arms around the taller woman.

“I hope you like it,” Faith murmured into Silva’s dark skin, the vibrations of her voice like a tickle that caused her to shudder, “It made me think of you.”

Before Silva could form a reply, Faith pressed a soft peck on her cheek, much to the surprise of her companion.

She receded to the shell of Silva’s ear, whispering, “Happy Valentines.”

Silva had been trying to make heads and tails of the nature of their relationship, especially with this strange exhausting fog over her mind hindering her ability to even think clearly, but she just got her confirmation.

She was with Faith Seed. I’m with Faith Seed…

She was in the presence of Faith Seed – futilely struggling against the accompanying Peggies guarding the herald with declining strength – the Deputy’s allies were forced to retreat from the fields they’d been ambushed in, leaving Silva at the mercy of the Siren, who drew closer with a closed fist.

Faith wasn’t angry though; in her fist were more of the white powdered Bliss she manufactured in the Henbane. Her expression lacked the emotion too. Displayed across her face was-

“Silva? Is something the matter?” Faith asked her, head on her shoulder from behind. Glancing down, she saw such beautiful green eyes conveying a worry she hadn’t seen for a long while in anyone; at least, anyone close to her.

Silva felt the fog cloud her mind again, and she could almost feel an ache pounding in her skull; like an alarm alerting of danger. But looking around the foliage and mist of the Bliss, Silva could not find the supposed danger her mind screamed was close by. Not near her, not her amour, nor the big bed they shared under the hazy sun.

She tried to remember what she had been thinking about, but couldn’t recall, as if her mind was playing tricks on her again.

“Nothing… just that,” she stammered, thinking on any possibility, before she realized she’d been touching her new necklace, and came up with a different issue, “I didn’t get you a gift.”

Faith giggled, gently tugging Silva so the latter woman could turn around to the former. Once Silva had done as instructed, Faith leaned forward and softly told her, “Having you here is more than enough of a gift for me.”

Soon, she pressed a hand against Silva’s chest and started to tenderly push her down onto the mattress of their shared bed; Faith moving closer until she straddled Silva’s hips, leaning forward above her submissive partner.

“You don’t know what you do to me,” Faith began, letting out an elated sigh as she stared down at Silva with such intense green eyes, “The grip you have on me. You never stopped invading my thoughts ever since you arrived. I could never get you out of my head, not when you showed up here, time and time again. There was always more to you than what my brothers could see… than what the Father saw.”

She descended closer to Silva’s face, continuing, “That determination. That fierceness. Most of all that cunning intellect. You’re stronger than you let on. No one’s noticed… no one except me of course.”

Faith smirked above her; a smirk Silva found familiar, something that alarmed her, interested her, left her bothered as she felt hot. She noticed that the sky above them seemed to blur from a visage of the heavens to a cold steel ceiling, the sun more akin to a bright light.

“My brothers don’t see it, or refuse to, but you’re just so… good,” Faith purred out, trailing her fingers down Silva’s face to the necklace, “So worthy of crossing Eden’s Gate. I envy that. Maybe they do too… but that could just be me.”

She giggles, and Silva found herself lost on any action she could do. Her mind seemed foggier than before. Names she knew kept slipping; important details drifting from her conscious thoughts into some sleepless dream.

“They want you though,” Faith kept speaking, even if Silva could no longer infer what exactly she was talking about, “They want you all to themselves, so they can fix you, because they think you’re already broken. But they’ll only end up breaking you instead. I don’t think you’re broken, though. I think you’re perfect. And they’ll only end up corrupting what’s so good about you.”

“But I won’t let them,” her fingers hooked under Silva’s necklace, pulling her up to meet closer to Faith’s delighted face, “Because you’re safe here, with me… in the Bliss.”

“And if they try to take you away from me,” Faith brought her hand up, beckoning a green mist of Bliss to dance around her delicate fingers through will alone, “Even though I would never go against my brothers… I’m sure I can convince them to see from my perspective. Just like those locusts from the prison…”

Faces Silva thought she recognized popped up in her mind’s eye, but they soon blurred into oblivion as all she could see was Faith.

“But it probably won’t come down to that,” Faith assured, dissipating the mist in her hands as she caressed Silva’s cheek with her palm, while her other hand flicked the pendant with that familiar smirk again, “Once they see a glimpse of this, they’ll know to back off.”

Silva recognized a dangerous glint in those green eyes, one which invoked a dying voice in her mind being drowned out by the overwhelming citrus and fog. It pushed her to do anything; anything to defy this, to refuse it. Not accept.

But all Silva could muster out was a soft, slurred question, “What makes you say that?”

In response, Faith lowered herself until they were face to face, lips barely gracing the other. A part of Silva wanted to connect… even if she wasn’t entirely sure that was what she really wanted.

“Because there’s a meaning behind it,” Faith replied, her smirk widening. Too familiar, Silva’s mind screamed as it became less and less clear, Remember, danger!

“And what’s the meaning?” she asked as that smirk reminded Silva of a memory involving it.

Silva could hardly process what came before and next; in no small part thanks to the Bliss ravaging her memories. She remembered just as Faith finally lowered herself to her lips, there was a murmur as they connected, a murmur that synchronized with the same possessive words she whispered to her fading consciousness in the aftermath of the ambush within those Bliss fields.

“You’re mine.”

[tarlossideblogbyimpssblknts]

Okay hear me out. I was just talking with @bubblesandroses8 (who is my lovely mutual from Young Royals fandom and who wrote to me when I started watching 911 lone star, and since then is my absolutely perfect guide to all lone star and Tarlos and Ronen and Rafa things) – that Rafael with all his love for queer and Latino music would love Omar Rudberg. We can sooo seee him dancing to Moving like that, Talk and Me casa su casa! We need that to happen 👀🧡

[allthebrazilianpolitics]

Brazil's environment minister storms out after sexist remarks in Senate

Amid debate on Amazon road and oil drilling, Marina Silva faces personal and political hostility in Senate hearing

Environment and Climate Change Minister Marina Silva walked out of a Senate Infrastructure Committee hearing on Tuesday after a tense and hostile exchange with several senators, including Omar Aziz, committee chair Marcos Rogério, and Plínio Valério. The hearing had been convened to discuss offshore oil exploration along Brazil’s Equatorial Margin.

The confrontation escalated when Senator Valério told Marina—before asking any questions—that she did not deserve respect as a minister. Ms. Silva, who was invited to speak on environmental impacts and licensing, faced strong criticism from Mr. Aziz, a senator from the government’s governing coalition, over her handling of infrastructure projects, particularly the long-delayed paving of the BR-319 highway connecting Manaus to Porto Velho.

“You’re no more ethical than anyone else. You’re hindering our country’s development. There are more than 5,000 stalled projects in Brazil,” Mr. Aziz said, linking the lack of paving on the highway to the oxygen shortage in Manaus during the Covid-19 pandemic. Ms. Silva responded by saying she had become a “scapegoat” in the debate surrounding BR-319. “This discussion has turned into a hunt for a scapegoat—and that scapegoat is Marina Silva,” she said.

Mr. Aziz also blamed her for passing a bill establishing a new environmental licensing framework, approved in the Senate last week with an amendment from Senate President Davi Alcolumbre that could ease licensing rules for oil exploration. Business groups support the bill for cutting bureaucracy, while environmental advocates denounce it as a setback.

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Pedro Says Part 3

Quotes for your Day, take what you need.

Happy Sunday and also, I feel like I need to check on y'all. Are you OK? ARE YOU RECOVERING?!?! Because DAMN, that SNL appearance came up on us like a big, long speeding MAC truck. We got hit y'all. Scattered on the road. In between finally updating my Alice York (yes Dave York's daughter) & Foodtruck Owner! Joel Miller Footsteps to Follow and working on the next chapters of Precious Possessions I figured we all needed these inspirational phrases from some Pedro characters.

There's also no one I would want to spend a late night with freaking out over an almost 50 year old Chilean man than my sluts and then freaking out with all of you here in the fandom the next day!

@magpiepillsjunior @imalrightllama @pink-whiskey-woman @youandmeand5bucks @redhotkitchen @sparklefarts38 @legendary-pink-dot @arcanefox207

Please see them following the jump!

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If you want, come down to my inbox and ask for any of my main eight OCs:

Joaquin Cobalt - Protagonist of The UnTitledverse, a kid that grows and faces adversity throughout the four sagas, finding his identity as he does.

Silva Omar - Protagonist of Silva's Hope, La Última En Pie and Old Dusk in The Silver Chronicles, a junior deputy with a past shrouded in mystery who fights against the tragedy that follows her for a chance at normalcy, the newest challenge being a local cult in Hope County, Montana; the Project at Eden's Gate.

Haoyu Anabuki - Protagonist of Life, Despair & Monsters, they're the half-sibling of Monika and finds themself caught in the fray of a series of twisted social experiments run by the Ruins of the Midnight Rise and its director, Sir Enigma Malvolio.

Archangel Metatron - Protagonist of my original WIP, Wings And Horns, Metatron is the archangel of life, who is tasked to preserve the Soulmate System with his cadet, a young angel of death.

Jade Smith & Jasmine Rafiq - Protagonists of the An Old Ballad of Chance and Ember Hearts Trilogy (an original WIP trilogy), both women are two of the first humans to explore and travel the Multiverse, as girlfriends of course.

Ortega "Ore" Brantley & Marissa "Ress" Bishop - Protagonists of A Radioactive Calamity of Love, Bombs & Gore, both are half-siblings who go across the remnants of America's post-nuclear wasteland to hunt down and end their father, the Arcane Urias, and his Occult.

Meta OC Questions

Once upon a time, I posted a series of questions asking about thematic/symbolic elements in relation to ocs.

Well now I've decided to create a new set of oc questions, this time touching upon meta elements of them as well as how they interact with the world they're placed in.

I'm mostly aiming these questions at fandom ocs (which is more obvious in some later questions) but these could also apply to wholly original characters.

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What inspired you to create your oc?

Why does your oc look the way they do? What are your reasons for their appearance?

What is the origin of the character's name?

Why did you give them the name they have? What is the in-universe reason for their name?

What kind of abilities and power level does your oc have? Why did you give them their powers? What's the in-universe reason?

What are the weaknesses in their power? Why did you give them their weaknesses? What's the in-universe reason?

Does your oc have any notable skills or good personality traits? Why did you give them those traits? Why do they exist in-universe?

Does your oc have any notable flaws or activities they're not good at? Why did you give them those flaws? Why do they exist in-universe?

In a group dynamic, what kind of role does the oc usually fill? Are they a worry wart? A troublemaker? The straight man?

What is your favorite trait regarding your oc?

What is your least favorite trait regarding your oc?

Which canon characters (if any) do the oc have good relationships with? Why those characters?

Which canon characters (if any) do the oc have bad relationships with? Why those characters?

Did you give your oc a love interest? Is it another oc or a canon character? Why?

How does your oc interact with the canon narrative? What about it do they change?

What aspect(s) of the universe's lore are they connected to? Do they change/add lore to the universe?

List/describe up to five tropes that apply to your oc. They could be related to the oc's characterization or their narrative arc.

Imagine meeting your oc. What would you want to say to them or do with them?

How might your oc react to finding out you are the one responsible for their life?

Share a random piece of trivia about the creation of your oc. Examples: scrapped ideas or changes you didn't expect to make.

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Music Monday, WIP Word Train, Top 5 songs on repeat & OC Picrew

Tagged by @direwombat @inafieldofdaisies @josephseedismyfather and @noodlecupcakes

Tagging @imogenkol @socially-awkward-skeleton @adelaidedrubman @josephslittledeputy @raresvtm @cassietrn @g0dspeeed @aceghosts @voidika @cloudofbutterflies92 @derelictheretic @icecutioner @shallow-gravy @strangefable @statichvm @carlosoliveiraa @wrathfulrook @starsandskies @ladyoriza @la-grosse-patate @thewanderer-000 @omen-speaker @alypink @shellibisshe @skoll-sun-eater @afarcryfrommymain @strafethesesinners @turbo-virgins @florbelles @minilev @justasmolbard @yokobai and @seedsplease + anyone else who'd like to join.

Music for The Silver Chronicles, Life, Despair & Monsters and an Original Work. WIP Train for The UnTitledverse and A Radioactive Calamity of Love, Bombs & Gore and a Picrew for my The Silver Chronicles OCs in addition to my top 5 most repeated songs on the music app I use. Listen below the cut:

"Some Nights" is a song I can associate with Alexander Khaos, especially post the events of my Ain't It A Joy? WIP, perhaps Alexander's being reflective in Hope County at St. Francis or even in New Eden post-Collapse. Alexander, much like Jacob, knows how your worst, most dehumanizing moments can fundamentally change a person. One thing is clear; although Alexander is a little homesick for his family, he does not miss Wellington Wells at all. Listen below:

"Some nights, I stay up cashing in my bad luck Some nights, I call it a draw Some nights, I wish that my lips could build a castle Some nights, I wish they'd just fall off But I still wake up, I still see your ghost Oh, Lord, I'm still not sure what I stand for, oh ("Oh whoa, oh whoa, oh!") What do I stand for? What do I stand for? Most nights, I don't know anymore

Oh-oh, oh whoa, oh whoa, oh-oh Oh-oh, oh whoa, oh whoa, oh-oh

This is it, boys ("Oh-oh, oh whoa, oh whoa, oh-oh!") This is war What are we waiting for? Why don't we break the rules already? I was never one to believe the hype ("Oh-oh, oh whoa, oh whoa, oh-oh!") Save that for the black and white Try twice as hard and I'm half as liked But here they come again to jack my style

That's alright ("That's alright!") I found a martyr in my bed tonight She stops my bones from wondering just who I am, who I am, who I am Oh, who am I?

Well, some nights, I wish that this all would end 'Cause I could use some friends for a change And some nights, I'm scared you'll forget me again Some nights, I always win ("I always win!") But I still wake up, I still see your ghost Oh, Lord, I'm still not sure what I stand for, oh ("Oh whoa, oh whoa, oh!") What do I stand for? What do I stand for? Most nights, I don't know ("Oh, come on!")

So this is it? I sold my soul for this Washed my hands of that for this? I miss my mom and dad for this? ("Oh, come on!") No, when I see stars, when I see stars, that's all they are ("Oh, come on!") When I hear songs, they sound like a swan, so come on Oh, come on, oh, come on, oh, come on

Well, that is it guys ("Oh-oh, oh whoa, oh whoa, oh-oh!") That is all Five minutes in and I'm bored again Ten years of this, I'm not sure if anybody understands This one is not for the folks at home ("Oh-oh, oh whoa, oh whoa, oh-oh!") Sorry to leave, mom, I had to go Who the fuck wants to die alone All dried up in the desert sun?

My heart is breaking for my sister and the con that she called love And then I look into my nephew's eyes Man, you wouldn't believe The most amazing things That can come from Some terrible nights!"

Life, Despair & Monsters is a series that explores morally grey/dark grey characters and how these morals change as pressure and time force them to adapt. The protagonists begin with fairly selfish goals; whether it be individually personal or collectively out for revenge against Malvolio and his meddling into their lives (especially with a few like Sonya, Jennifer, Hatter, Guenevere and Haoyu, plus some others), while the antagonists often have a benevolent goal (Sir Enigma Malvolio & the Ruins of the Midnight Rise) or even believe what they're doing is for the best (the Court King and Ion), even if their methods and/or understanding is severely flawed, amoral and sometimes even depraved. None of the protagonists want to be present there, but they are put into a circumstance that pushes them to make some capacity to change for the betterment of others, even if it doesn't entirely benefit themselves. All of them have done at least one wrong or another, or are even outright wrong in some one way or another, but they are still people in some way, just broken by circumstances beyond their control, even if some of them had inflicted this on themselves:

"Welcome to the room of people Who have rooms of people that they loved one day, docked away Just because we check the guns at the door Doesn't mean our brains will change from hand grenades

You'll never know the psychopath sitting next to you You'll never know the murderer sitting next to you You think, "How'd I get here, sitting next to you?" But after all I've said, please don't forget

All my friends are heathens, take it slow Wait for them to ask you who you know Please, don't make any sudden moves You don't know the half of the abuse

We don't deal with outsiders very well They say newcomers have a certain smell Yeah, trust issues, not to mention They sayin'' they can smell your intentions

You'll never know the freak show sitting next to you You'll have some weird people sitting next to you You'll think, "How did I get here, sitting next to you?" But after all I've said, please don't forget ("Watch it!") Watch it!"

Lastly a ship song for the main couple of An Old Ballad of Chance and Ember Hearts Original Trilogy; Jade Smith and Jasmine Rafiq. For the first story, it's mostly the two (a) exploring beautiful multiverse, and (b) reconciling with the fact that, despite their soulmate marks fading away (after the system was abolished in Wing And Horns), they still love each other and don't require those marks to define that fact for them, renewing their declaration of love to each other. The second story has them come across strife in the form of Rouske; while Jade and Jasmine explore the multiverse and see nothing but beauty and wonder, Rouske explores it and can only see the pain and suffering, believing it's better off gone altogether. Which leads to an altercation with Rouske that causes Jasmine's death, leading Jade to becoming devastated and the rest of her journey is basically the five stages of grief. In the third and final work, the plot is basically Jade dies and is making her journey through the afterlife, searching to reunite with Jasmine so they both can make their way to the Wheel of Reincarnation together. "Waiting For Love" I think encapsulates that journey quite well I think. Enjoy listening:

"Where there's a will, there's a way, kind of beautiful And every night has its day, so magical And if there's love in this life, there's no obstacle That can't be defeated

For every tyrant, a tear for the vulnerable In every lost soul, the bones of a miracle For every dreamer, a dream we're unstoppable With something to believe in

Monday left me broken Tuesday, I was through with hoping Wednesday, my empty arms were open Thursday, waiting for love, waiting for love

Thank the stars it's Friday I'm burning like a fire gone wild on Saturday Guess I won't be coming to church on Sunday I'll be waiting for love, waiting for love To come around

We are one of a kind, irreplaceable How did I get so blind and so cynical? If there's love in this life, we're unstoppable No, we can't be defeated

Monday left me broken Tuesday, I was through with hoping Wednesday, my empty arms were open Thursday, waiting for love, waiting for love

Thank the stars it's Friday I'm burning like a fire gone wild on Saturday Guess I won't be coming to church on Sunday I'll be waiting for love, waiting for love To come around!"

A little late to the party, but here's my participation in the WIP Train Word game.

rules: for each letter of the word you're given, share an excerpt from a wip that starts with that letter.

Words I was given: FEAR and FIRE. Word I'm gonna give y'all (should you choose to accept): HOPE.

Gonna do FEAR for WIPs from The UnTitledverse series (Mario: Mother's Boy, The Tale of Mario Emmet, the Classroom of the Elite segment of my little What If? series and Chapter 2 of my Jurassic World: Before The Storm fic) and FIRE for the A Radioactive Calamity of Love, Bombs & Gore series (The Waters Of Life Flow).

F - Further as the kitchen, the dishes, the books and everything that was once Molly’s was swallowed with her.

Abigail wailed as she fell. Wailed for her to return. Wailed out into the darkness that consumed everything that made the kitchen Molly’s.

And then the fall stopped.

E - Everyone else were more afraid than anything else. Except for Mario, who seemed apologetic rather than enthusiastic.

A - As Ayanokoji began to depart from his desk, he paused. Horikita heard him let out a sigh, and much to her confusion, dropped his bag on top of his desk.

"What are you-?" Horikita wanted to question, but Ayanokoji soon interrupted her.

"Accepting my fate," he disclosed, not with much emotion, but certainly not his regular monotone.

Horikita blinked at him, shaking her head in confusion, "Huh?"

R - Regret.

That is what overcame me when I followed Lisa off the ramp of the ferry.

Once I stood on sturdier ground, the unforgiving heat swept over me quickly.

F - Fear grasped Alph and Amata, the latter of whom hugged Alph closely to her as he weakly tried to push her away, eyes wet from the thought of his failure to protect Amata and find his dad, all the while surrounded by dirty and vile vultures of human beings, who grinned with eager anticipation to reach satisfaction.

I - "I-I think this is it!" she stated aloud, relief and joy flowing out of the laugh she let out. Alph focused forward, really missing his glasses, but through his blurry vision, he could see a mass of metal welded together to form a gate. There was also a robot out the front of it, the corpse of a giant insect full of charred holes only a few feet away from it.

R - Ress' resting spot just happened to be where she needed to get said fresh air.

Ress didn't immediately acknowledge Amata, though the younger of the two wasn't foolish to believe she just didn't hear the vaultie.

Amata exhaled into the cold air as she pretended to admire the morning sky, although a morning sky was better than no sky in her opinion.

"Rough sleep?" Ress inquired from where she laid on the table, head tilted towards Amata's direction.

E - "Ergo," the Arcane Urias narrowed his blazing orange-red eyes on the shaking, frail human before him, "Your usefulness as a follower can no longer considered acceptable, Blackhall."

Without hearing any further excuses from the failure before him, the Arcane Urias gave his apprentice a nod; approved permission to end their acolyte's life.

Some picrews for my holy trinity of Seedfuckers Far Cry 5 OCs (Deputy Silva Omar, Nadi Sinclair, Alexander Khaos) from The Silver Chronicles in addition to Paul Yellowjack.

SILVA OMAR (SILVA'S HOPE, LA ÚLTIMA EN PIE & OLD DUSK [FC5 & FCND])

NADI SINCLAIR (SILVA'S HOPE, OLD DUSK & CALL TO ARMS [FC5, FCND & COD: MW])

ALEXANDER KHAOS (SILVA'S HOPE, OLD DUSK & AIN'T IT A JOY? [FC5, FCND & WE HAPPY FEW])

PAUL YELLOWJACK (LA ÚLTIMA EN PIE & OLD DUSK [FCND])

And lastly my top 5 most repeated song from the music app I use. I don't have the ability to share it through the app, so I'll just use YouTube links of the songs so you can listen to them yourself. Listen below:

"Genghis Khan" - Miike Snow

"This Comes From Inside" - The Living Tombstone

"Love Me Like You Do" - Ellie Goulding

"Stargazing" - Myles Smith

"Ten Thousand Times Before" - Twelve Titans Music

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2025 Year Of The OTP May Prompts: "Enlightenment" [Boa Lurking In The Bliss]

Tagging @direwombat @josephseedismyfather @inafieldofdaisies @voidika @raresvtm @imogenkol @noodlecupcakes @socially-awkward-skeleton @adelaidedrubman @josephslittledeputy @cassietrn @g0dspeeed @aceghosts @cloudofbutterflies92 @derelictheretic @icecutioner @shallow-gravy @strangefable @statichvm @carlosoliveiraa @wrathfulrook @starsandskies @ladyoriza @la-grosse-patate @thewanderer-000 @omen-speaker @alypink @shellibisshe @skoll-sun-eater @afarcryfrommymain @strafethesesinners @turbo-virgins @florbelles @minilev @justasmolbard @yokobai and @saynogrumpy + anyone else who'd like to read.

May prompts based on this Year Of The OTP fandom event. Tackling the only one prompt this time: Stalking.

Sharing the April Oneshot here, but alternatively can be found on my AO3 here.

CW: Non-sexual non-consensual touching from Faith (Silva doesn't even know Faith's there). Unconventional Stalking because of the Bliss.

Anyway, you can read the oneshot below the cut or on my AO3 above. Enjoy!:

Title: Enlightenment

Series: The Silver Chronicles

Pairing: Boa Lurking In The Bliss (Silva Omar/Faith Seed)

Prompts: May – Stalking.

CW: Unconventional stalking and non-sexual non-consensual touching.

Words: 2,678

Faith glided past the obscure yet recognizable shapes of the sinners with ease, their bodies made of the shifting green mist that belonged to the Bliss.

None interacted with her, given she wasn’t actually there at the sinner’s jailhouse, safe in one of the private chambers at her Gate, the Bliss pouring into the room conjuring a vague imitation of the jailhouse and the occupants in there.

Many weren’t aware, but there were two “locations” so to speak that she could take one in the Bliss; the first is the dream-like Bliss world she constructed, and the imitations of existing locations. Like the prison the Cougar’s holed up in.

Such imitations were constructed based on other’s perceptions with how much Bliss they intake. Most sinners believed that one had to be close to her Bliss or at least have large doses in their system in order to be effected by it, but what they didn’t know was that second and thirdhand residue was just as effective, given enough time and effort.

She wouldn’t have been able to reconstruct a location like John’s ranch in the room, since her brother forbid anything from her sans herself close to the family’s home. But in the Henbane, the Bliss wasn’t just in the fields or her outposts; they were in the air, the water and often stuck to passersby. Although she wouldn’t have as much sway over the individuals, she could still use their weak connection to the Bliss to utilize their perceptions. Sometimes, it allowed her to listen in on what they planned, if given enough time and patience.

But that wasn’t her focus at the moment.

Traversing the vague halls and corridors of the jail, her eyes were peeled for a familiar shape. Searching a specific figure.

She’d done this many times before. For a time, it was to check up on Tracey, especially after they fell out.

And while she did still retain a love for Tracey, she made her peace with their diverging paths, only holding onto a small hope that her friend could return to her arms under more amicable terms before the Collapse arrived.

But there was another in the jail who caught her curiosity, one who silently beckoned to be observed. To be seen.

Faith entered the cellblock, the obscure misty forms of people crowding the room. Only able to make out distinguishable traits of notable persons by the sound of their faint voices and the outlines of their shapes.

Such as the Sheriff and Minkler, whom she was fairly certain were in deep discussion to the side nearby, but the topic was unknown to her, and she wasn’t wasting time and energy to focus on their chat as for today.

No, she laid her eyes on the only perceivable person in the room.

Occupying a seat afar from the door where Faith stood, tinkering with a compound bow that archer had reportedly gifted her in the Whitetails (according to the Chosen Extraordinaire’s observations, at least), was the deputy who came as close as Joseph to being at the centre of the Reaping.

The lamb who would break the seven seals, or so claimed Joseph. Although, from what Faith had observed, she wasn’t someone she’d consider fit the criteria of a… “lamb”.

Which came the curious part; she could observe the deputy. The Bliss’ perception of her still wasn’t perfect, but it was undoubtedly close to accurate – Silva Omar was the only person Faith could see who wasn’t entirely obscured.

Face, clothing, accessories; all the details the other shapes of the crowd lacked? It was there, on her.

Even her eyes were distinguishable; although Faith noted the Bliss’ misconstrued the colour from a dull grey to an illuminating silver.

The Bliss’ misty construction of the woman also held an oddity compared to the others in this room; while everyone else’s were usually a light green ever flowing mist, like a stream of running water – the deputy’s mist was calm in flow (allowing for more intricate features to show), and the colour was more of a yellowish green, mixed with what she could only describe as tendrils that held a light hue of gold.

Faith could make out a soft hum from the woman across the room, even while she stood afar. Contrasting yet again from the misguided fools in the room, whose noise were often intangible unless the herald focused.

Deciding the distance wouldn’t serve her well, Faith tentatively approached the other side, closer and closer to the deputy.

With exception to her eyes, the Bliss did not retain any other colour Joseph’s lamb had; much like the rest of the crowd, the colour of the deputy’s discernible traits – the dark hair braided into a tail that was left undisturbed at her back, the slivers of dyed silver running down said braid like a waterfall, the deep earthly tones of her clothes and gloves, the gold locket she hid under the top hem of her shirt, and the dark olive complexion of her skin – were all unrecognized in the Bliss’ construction.

Faith slowed her approach as she gave a little twirl for no one’s eyes, expertly manoeuvring around the space until her back rested against the wall next to the busy and unaware deputy.

Ordinarily, Faith would have written the other woman off as another misguided soul, another small thinker who’d rather follow the loudest person in the room than see the world for what it was. Another doubter who she needed to show the Father’s truth, even if she had to be a bit forceful about it.

Sure, the how the Bliss constructed her image was certainly odd, but such was the nature of the Bliss. Faith was still finding new discoveries about her creation with each harvest, with every potent portion increasing.

But even without the Bliss, the deputy was far from ordinary.

It had been a fascinating habit Faith found herself indulging more and more, watching afar in the open fields, nothing more than a spectre barely acknowledged by sinners and faithful alike, albeit likely for differing reasons.

Whether it be in her bountiful fields of Bliss, the winding roads and the rugged hills, it became apparent that unlike her compatriots, Deputy Omar acknowledged the herald’s form of presence with a glance back, or even outright observing Faith’s spectral illusion while on stake outs nearby the Project’s outposts. Any intention for her spectre to get closer to the woman resulted in the Bliss’ apparition to be dissipated by a bullet.

Faith wondered how many times the Henbane’s newest troublemaker learned to open fire on one of her apparitions when they approached her, lest she be mauled by a wild animal blessed by her Bliss.

Here and now though, without a phantom-like form to haunt the deputy’s perception, Faith could closely inspect the other woman with her being none the wiser.

Oh, she wondered how the deputy would react if she ever found out that not even being induced with strong doses of Bliss would keep her safe from the “wretched, cruel siren” as the sinners deemed to dub her as.

Although, Faith thought as she observed how the skilful gloved hands impressively adjusted and removed and improved the compound bow in the deputy’s lap in swift succession, She really shouldn’t be upset about it.

After all, could her curiosity really be blamed when the woman’s enigmatic attitude was practically daring to be unravelled? Was it really wrong of her to investigate an outlier in her Bliss, and reality, which begged for an explanation?

Faith didn’t believe so.

Almost leaning over the woman as she inspected her relaxed features, Faith revisited a train of thought that’s been bugging her ever since she first locked eyes with the deputy during the Father’s arrest; what made her so special?

There was just something about the deputy which compelled Faith to get closer to her – a sensation that only grew stronger while in the Bliss. Some inexplicable calling that drew her closer to the deputy’s space.

Even watching her tinker was oddly fascinating; in the minutes Faith had observed her working on the compound bow, she could tell how vastly different it looked compared to how it originally was before.

From a distance, one wouldn’t realize the bow’s curves held a serrated edge to it, making close combat, should the arrows be no longer necessary or effective, a surprise to be sure.

Quite deadly. And subtly ingenious. Not unlike its owner.

Faith glanced back to the woman’s face, and noted something the Bliss exemplified – the small, crude white lines littered like cuts on various parts of her features. It looked familiar, like the scarring tissue on John and Joseph’s bodies, though she’d wager a guess the deputy’s had time to heal far longer than either of her brothers.

Her green eyes roamed down further, stopping on the chapped lips, before moving to what little she could see of the deputy’s exposed neck and throat, and recognized the intricate patterns of third-degree burns creeping a little on the left side, with possibly more hidden underneath her clothing.

Like the scarring that cut on her face, such a detail would have been barely noticeable to Faith if it weren’t for the Bliss favouring to detail Joseph’s lamb, which was intriguing and frustratingly inexplicable by its own right.

Faith wondered what stories were behind such marks. What hardships in life had a woman as young as the deputy lived through to obtain those mutilations on her form?

So close to the deputy now, an impulsive thought abruptly forced its way to the forefront of her mind; a compulsion to touch the deputy.

A small part of her voiced caution over such an action, but a deeper part of her seemed to rationalize it, a compelling want to press against the deputy’s form, if only to see what happens. Regardless of her mind over the matter, she could not stop her arm lifting to reach out to the unaware deputy’s shoulder. Not much concern in doing so, Faith reasoned. After all, when her hand would eventually connect with the Deputy’s shoulder, she fully expected nothing to occur-

Silva tensed up, her posture straightened upon Faith’s fleeting touch, a touch which had retracted with an immediate step back upon seeing the other react. Soon enough, Faith was frozen, staring into the wide and unnervingly silver eyes that the Bliss peculiarly chose to illuminate, the deputy soon furrowing her dark brows as her eyes narrowed, grip on her compound bow tight and ready for combat.

Caught by the intensity of her gaze, Faith noticed how her own breathing seemed to halt, held in the back of her throat as she could only stare back at Silva, dazed. She awaited the woman’s next move, a thousand panicked thoughts running through her head on what could possibly occur now-

Then the deputy blinked. And blinked again, puzzled eyes flitting around for the source of the unexpected touch. Faith didn’t chance a muscle to move, not until she was certain of Silva’s next move. An answer that came when her face receded from the space Faith was in, looking around elsewhere, the crowd in the room ignorant to what occurred.

Faith exhaled when the other woman opted to drop her gaze back on her bow, even if her brows furrowed and uneasily forcing her body to relax. Shaking off the strange occurrence, huffing as she rubbed one gloved hand over the small bags under her eyes.

Once the moment passed, the herald soon eased up, recovered from her surprise, brushing some stray light brown hair that had been disturbed by the sudden jolt. Faith tilted her head as her mind processed and reviewed the result of her action, observing as the deputy’s posture began to naturally relax, though she was no longer humming.

Huh, was the thought Faith could comprehend. Cautious, Faith took a step closer, and then another. Nothing that invoked a reaction out of the deputy.

That has never happened before.

In all her time working on the Bliss over the years, nothing as groundbreaking and strange had simultaneously occurred ever since her proliferation and utilization of it. And certainly nothing to the degree of this outlier the deputy seemed to be becoming.

While she could certainly implore the perceptions in the minds of the imitations of the Bliss bodies around her, usually when her hold was stronger through high dosage and exposure, she couldn’t physically feel them. Even truer if her hold wasn’t as focused or strong, especially if the person in question was only exposed to minimal doses of her Bliss, like the deputy should be.

Faith furrowed her brows in thought. She glanced to her hand – the one that touched the deputy’s shoulder. She could feel a lingering and tingling sensation, like a slight temperature, though she couldn’t put a name on it. It felt almost right.

Looking back to the deputy as she continued to tinker, though with an occasional glance around the room now, Faith wondered if she should risk it again.

After all, she thought to herself, stepping closer to behind the deputy’s seat, justifying her ignited curiosity, By all accounts, it is my duty to test all manner of the Bliss’ operation, if we are ever to reach closer to Eden. It is the Father’s will.

Directly behind the seated deputy now, she took a breath as she leisurely placed both her hands onto the deputy’s shoulders.

Silva stiffened under her, and Faith fought the impulse to retreat her hands like they were touching the hot surface of a stove. It took Faith instinctively kneading at her shoulders for Silva to make any sort of response, the woman seated below her glancing back, eyes seeking the source of such an inexplicable sensation.

Faith held her breath when those illuminating silver rings were brought onto her. It was an uncanny sight. If kind of bewitching to look at.

But like last time, no matter how hard she tried to narrow and squint her eyes for the source, Silva returned her gaze back to the front. Perplexed on what was happening, most likely, but trying to retain some measure of normalcy from the strangeness she was experiencing.

Faith bit at her bottom lip, wondering how far she could take this interesting discovery.

She tightened her grip on Silva’s shoulders, fingers clenching and unclenching, rubbing at her along a joint.

The tension of Silva’s body begun to dissipate into relaxation, the minor massage Faith was giving the woman invoked a soft gasp and light exhale from her lips.

Faith watched with intrigue as the woman reached a hand up to one shoulder, gloved fingers brushed against the herald own exposed one. Faith was unsure how to describe the sensation, but it wasn’t unpleasant, almost basking in the touch. She wondered if her deputy could feel the skin of her dainty, calloused hands as well, though when the gloved hands retracted back to her lap, Faith thought not.

The sensation her hands felt on Silva’s body felt right. Like she was being whispered to; soft welcomes, murmurs of belonging, in a way that encouraged her to sink further on Silva’s form.

Faith adjusted her stance, bending a bit so her hands slinked below Silva’s shoulders and rested above her chest, fingers interlocking as her face passed Silva’s cheek, chasing after that wonderful sensation the closer her body pressed against the woman.

She briefly thought about sweeping her deputy away out of the sinner’s den, take her back to her Gate, if not to hoard this feeling for herself, then to keep it from her brothers’ greedy hands. She couldn’t stand the idea of anyone but herself knowing this pleasant sensation, of having it.

With her arms wrapped around her seated deputy, ignoring the small shudder from the recipient of her embrace, her face rested in the crook of the woman’s neck, Faith couldn’t stop the thought that finally named the familiar sensation she longed for while holding Silva.

Warm.

[simplegenius042]

In The UnTitledverse, Joaquin Cobalt wasn't reincarnated with parents, though he does have dreams of his previous incarnation, Joaquin Lockwood, who was taken away from his mother by C.Y.P.R.U.S as an infant. He doesn't know what happened to her, and Madame Callaghan's vague answer only makes her fate ambiguous, but given the amount of time that has passed, it's unlikely that he will be able to meet her.

In The Silver Chronicles, Silva Omar's biological father, Father Adam Omar, is a piece of shit who deserves nothing but death for the suffering he brings Silva and everyone dear to her. Paul Yellowjack, her adopted father, was the man she was closest with, until the Tumultite Massacre, which separated them and had both think the other were dead. Until they reunited, but by then Silva was raising Persephone and running her late half-sister Elsa's Floristry in a regular town while Paul ran a cult that dabbled in tyranny, slavery, organized crime, oppression and war crimes. Then he kidnapped her daughter and she killed his fellow Apostles (who were his adopted children/students) and then he retaliated by murdering Persephone which broke their relationship and she killed him in revenge (though this doesn't stick due to bullshit magic). There's also Lillith, who was Silva's egg donor (and is the reincarnated human of a curse, who was the Serpent who gave Eve the apple of knowledge and helped her burn down the Garden of Eden... yeah that's how the lore is) and well, if they did meet, Lillith's not the most motherly type due to fear and ambitions.

In Life, Despair & Monsters, Haoyu detested their father for leaving them, and has a emotionally closed off relationship with their mother.

In A Radioactive Calamity Of Love, Bombs & Gore, Ortega "Ore" Brantley's father, a Displacement named Arcane Urias, impregnated Ore's mother, a Responder named Tiffany Brantley, just to have Ore as a convenient soldier to obey Urias' every bidding to achieve his quite frankly selfish and malevolent goals. And when they meet years later, Urias mutilates Ore's face after the latter expressed one morally right opinion, one small and universally shared. So yeah, it's not the greatest, especially when Urias keeps killing Ore's friends. Now Ore's relationship with his mother, Tiffany, was what gave his human element the chance to merge with the Displacement's own callous one. Her positive and morally good influence helped him become a good person, and even a good mentor.

Marissa "Ress" Bishop, much like her half-brother Ore, hates her father Urias for murdering her best friends in front of her. And then Urias' right hand, Aggravor, killed Ore. So yeah, Ress wants to kill Urias. Now as for her mother, Leslie Anne Bishop, she is the matriarch of the Bishop Crime Family, and so taught Ress some very... illegal tricks, and a very haughty attitude. Not the best role model but Ress didn't care. She does look up to Ore and loves it when his attention is on her, since her brother is the closest thing to a father she has.

Big OC Question of the Week #1

Tell me, what is your OC’s relationship with their parents?

[allthebrazilianpolitics]

Amazon Senator blames Brazil Minister of Environment for delay on BR-319 highway

During a hearing at the Federal Senate Infrastructure Committee this Tuesday, the 27th, Senator Omar Aziz (PSD/AM) blamed the Minister of the Environment and Climate Change (MMA), Marina Silva, for halted public works in the country, which delay development projects in Brazil. One of the projects mentioned was the BR-319 highway, which remains unfinished even after 40 years since its inauguration. In response, the minister stated that she is used as a cover to mask the “incompetence” of other governments.

The debate, which turned into a shouting match, revolved around the role of the Brazilian Institute of the Environment and Renewable Natural Resources (Ibama) in licensing processes. The senator indicated that there was slowness on the part of the agency, affecting the progress of infrastructure projects.

“You are hindering the development of the country, I say this to you with the greatest naturalness in the world. You hinder the development of our country. There are over five thousand projects on hold because of this talk, governance, blah blah blah, yada yada,” said the senator.

Aziz also stated that people from Amazonas want the right to travel on BR-319. “I live in the Amazon. I live there. We do want BR-319, minister, to travel on, as you said. We do want it! We have the right to travel on BR-319, and it won’t be you who stops us from doing so. We, people from Amazonas, want to have the right to travel on BR-319. You walk on Avenida Paulista today, and we want to travel on BR-319,” Omar Aziz also said.

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[firsttarotreader]

Special Series - Pedro’s Characters as Tarot Cards

(Ongoing)

Major Arcana

Dieter Bravo - The Devil

Agent Whiskey - Judgement

Oberyn Martell - The Sun

Din Djarin - The Chariot

Joel Miller - The Hanged Man

Javier Peña - The Emperor

Dave York - The Moon

Javi Gutierrez - The Star

Silva - Temperance

Frankie Morales - Strength

Marcus Moreno - Justice

Pero Tovar - The Tower

Marcus Pike - The Lovers

Ezra - Death

Max Phillips - The Wheel of Fortune

Max Lord - The Magician

Mrs. Flores - The Empress

Zach Wellison - The Hermit

Lucien Flores - The Fool

Marcus Acacius - The Hierophant

Nico - The High Priestess

Charlie - The World

Minor Arcana

Reed Richards - King of Swords

Pedro Pascal - King of Wands (Special)

Fink - Page of Swords

Comandante Veracruz - 7 of Swords

Jay Castillo - Page of Cups

Shane “Dio” Morrissey - 5 of Swords

Omar Assarian - Page of Wands

Ricky Hauk - 3 of Swords

Clint - 10 of Wands

Claude - Knight of Wands

Unnamed Character (Fire Meet Gasoline) - Knight of Cups

Billy - 2 of Wands

Pedro - 7 of Pentacles

Mr. Ben - Knight of Pentacles

Pietro Alvarez - 6 of Swords

David - Ace of Cups

Steve - 2 of Cups

Ted Garcia - 5 of Wands

Eddie - 8 of Wands

“The Thief” - 9 of Pentacles

Paulino - Page of Pentacles

Tim Rockford - Ace of Swords

Edmund - Knight of Swords

Nathan Landry - 7 of Wands

Unnamed Character (Hope) - 4 of Cups

Ed Indelicato - 2 of Pentacles

Kevin “Kip” Green - 5 of Cups

Robert - 6 of Cups

The Wanderer - 7 of Cups

Mario - 9 of Wands

Dan Landry - 4 of Swords

Unnamed Character (Wing Pit) - 3 of Cups

Special Agent Ortega - 3 of Wands

Renaldo (Reynaldo) - 6 of Wands

Kermit - Ace of Pentacles

Charlie (Waking Up) - 2 of Swords

Harry Castillo - King of Pentacles

Unnamed Character (Someday) - 10 of Swords

The Waiter - 3 of Pentacles

Special Mini Series: Pedro’s Characters Meet The Four Queens

Ellaria Sand - Queen of Wands

Teresa Lisbon - Queen of Swords

Tess Servopoulos - Queen of Pentacles

Helena Sotomayor - Queen of Cups

More characters on the way!

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