#silverbloom

[doneffect64]

Magick school concept

[shadowsofcrystals]

SilverBloom

[silverbloom-webcomic]

A cover idea

[hamstyandfriends]

AshFire & SilverBloom

The night when AshKit's littermates died, and he gained his burn scars, his life changed. He had to stay in the medicine den for a good amount of time, and still has to go on moonly checkups to this day

One night, when AshKit was still in the medicine den, a newly made warrior, SilverBloom came to visit. He felt sorry for the little kit, and wanted to make sure that he was alright. The medicine cats and other authority figures of SunClan were all concerned; What if AshKit will never be able to be a warrior? SilverBloom decided to take the first step, talk to CanarySong. The older medicine cat was a littermate of SunClan's leader, MorningCrystal, so SilverBloom knew that he's the only cat who could make his idea come to reality. He asked to mentor AshKit when he is ready. And luckily, CanarySong managed to convince MorningCrystal to let this happen

SilverBloom, despite being a young and inexperienced mentor, still tried his best to teach AshPaw. He was always patient with the apprentice, and comforted him when he had his doubts. AshPaw had it a little harder than his denmates; His scars often made it hard for him to move and train like any other cat. Especially with his weakened back leg, he had some trouble learning how to run or jump with it, but eventually managed to make up his own way of doing things. His mother, MistyHeart and SilverBloom helped him embrace who he is, and so did his best friend, KestrelPaw

KestrelCloud was made into a warrior a few moons earlier than AshPaw, despite being younger than him, but he didn't mind it. In fact, he was incredibly happy for his friend, and couldn't wait to join her as a warrior when his own time comes. AshPaw spent a great amount of time daydreaming about his own warrior ceremony; What would his full name be? Maybe AshHeart, after his mother? Or AshSpeck, after his late father? Or maybe AshPebble, AshSmoke? Maybe something completely different, like AshFur? AshTail? AshLeg or AshFoot would be a little bit ironic, wouldn't they? Then maybe AshFall? AshCloud, so he could match with KestrelCloud? Maybe. He didn't know, but he couldn't wait to find out

When the special day came, AshPaw felt like he was flying. As he sat under the Great High, waiting for MorningCrystal to announce his name, he imagined CrystalClan gathered all around him. And then she said...

... "AshFire"

Fire? Really? How could MorningCrystal name him after the very thing that scarred him? The tragedy that he has no memories, but nightmares of? Is this some kind of sick joke, made by CrystalClan? He didn't understand. But he didn't need to. Whatever this name meant, he was sure that it had a proper reason behind it. And what really mattered was, that he was ready to prove to all of SunClan that he could be the best warrior they ever had. The name AshFire will be remembered, and never to be made fun of. And that's a promise

[friendlyloveaffair]

Every other comment: "Oh no! MAC team killed! RIP MAC 🙏" "Haruko's final birthday before being killed, too. 😢" "Wow, Silverbloome actually had the balls to kill off MAC"

Me: "That's a killer moustache Dan is rocking."

[sonormalaboutblorbos]

Sylph : I have feelings for you.

Fido: Why? What's wrong with you? Are you sure you're okay?

[nebulasaurus]

Here's my fic for the Hunter x Hunter Big Bang 2025!

Gon is a rising star in the world of Greed Island, an MMORPG where he shines as a streamer known for wild builds, genuine charm, and a fanbase that adores him. His first and most loyal follower, SilverBloom, is always in the chat: funny, supportive, and eerily in sync with him.

Killua, Gon's real-life best friend, pretends not to care. He says gaming's not his thing. He says he doesn't watch the streams. He says a lot of things.

Meanwhile, he’s secretly kind of, sort of, maybe head over heels for his best friend. And totally not hiding behind a carefully crafted online persona just to be close to him. Nope. Definitely not.

What could possibly go wrong?

Also check out the amazing art created to pair with the fic by the amazing @moonyeyes & @tutubola 😍

[mirrorballpages]

Elain woke before the sun, the sky still cloaked in velvet gray. Her sheets were tangled at her ankles, her nightgown clinging to her skin. Sleep had not been kind to her, her dreams had been vivid, cloying, laced with laughter that didn’t belong to her.

Azriel’s voice. Morrigan’s laugh. The sound of a kiss, soft and lingering. And that ache in her chest, sharp and sudden, blooming with something dangerously close to jealousy. She had bolted upright, breathless, angry with herself. It was foolish. Silly. Jealousy was unbecoming. Her mother’s voice had said so a thousand times over. Ladies do not envy. Ladies smile and stay composed. And Azriel didn't want her. He wanted Morrigan. That is what everyone told her. She was being ridiculous to read into anything else. Elain pressed her hands to her cheeks, trying to cool the heat.

It had only been a dream.

Still, it clung to her. The bitter taste of it.

She dressed quickly, slipping into her dark green cloak, her fingers trembling as she laced her boots. She wrote a note to the twins lettering them know she would be back later, and she left it on the kitchen table, unsure if anyone else would read it. Feyre wouldn’t notice she was gone. She never really did anymore. She had too much to focus on. The streets of Velaris were quiet as she walked. Pale morning light crept along the cobbled stones, turning the buildings gold at the edges. The stars still shimmered overhead, stubbornly refusing to fade. Her breath came in small puffs, clouding the air in front of her. She tugged her gloves tighter around her fingers, but they were still cold. The wind carried the scent of salt, crisp and clean, and Elain closed her eyes for a moment to breathe it in. Somewhere, gulls called softly, their cries echoing over the rooftops. A baker’s fire cracked to life behind shuttered windows, sending the scent of sugar and rising bread into the street.

As she rounded a corner, a shadow darted at the edge of her vision.

She froze. Her heart gave a startled jolt. But when she turned—nothing. The street was empty. Just the shifting of leaves on a breeze. Her mind was playing tricks again she told herself.

The Healer’s Hall loomed ahead, tall and stately in the pale light, its ancient stone façade draped in flowering vines that had long since withered for winter. The carved wooden door groaned softly as she pushed it open.

Inside, it smelled of rosemary and dried oranges, the air warm and still. The clove-sting of crushed herbs lingered beneath it all, grounding her. Familiar.

Lyra was already waiting. Her posture was impeccable, her blonde hair braided down her back, her sharp blue eyes catching Elain immediately. “Good,” Lyra said simply. “You’re on time. Follow me.”

Elain accepted the white apron with a nod and tied it over her dress as she trailed after the healer through long, sun-dappled corridors. They passed through a narrow hallway into the herb storage room, where warm, drowsy light filtered in from high, arched windows. Bundles of herbs hung from the beams in orderly rows—lavender, dried and sweet; rosemary, sharp and biting; feverfew, faintly bitter. Dust motes drifted lazily through shafts of light. Elain could hear the gentle grind of pestles, the hum of low conversation, the rustle of pages and parchment.

“Healing begins with what the earth offers,” Lyra began, lifting a bunch of silver-stemmed leaves. “Silverbloom. Old as any magic we know. Some plants bloom with the moon, others only under starlight. Lavender under the full moon. Bloodroot during the waning. They respond to her pull the same way the sea does. As healers, we are not just healing the body - but the Earth. And to do so, we have to listen to it. To hear what it tells us. To rise with the sun, to learn how to tend to the invisible strings that tie all creations together”

Elain followed her to another table where a young healer was gently crushing peppermint leaves with a marble pestle. The scent burst into the air, bright and cooling.

“Morning is for the waking herbs,” Lyra said. “Peppermint, marjoram, feverfew. Their potency is strongest just after the dew lifts. Dusk is for the dreamers—moon poppy, jasmine, duskleaf. Those stir when the light softens.”

“How do you know?” Elain asked, her voice hushed. “When they’re ready?”

Lyra glanced at her. “Experience. Listening. Plants speak in time. So do wounds. Much of healing is about patience. You watch. You learn. The body heals in its own ways. Each one different then the next. A potion or salve for one fae may not work as well for another. So you have to adjusting with each patient."

She gestured for Elain to follow as they moved deeper into the hall. "How did you learn to become a healer?" Elain asked. Lyra paused. “I was born in a village at the edge of Dawn and Day,” Lyra said, her voice distant with memory. “My family were farmers. I used to sit for hours in the dirt, talking to the roots, feeling the pull of the sun. When I was twelve, I cured a blight no one else could identify. That’s when I was sent to Kalahan.”

"Where is that?" Elain asked. Lyra laughed softly, "I forgot you were human once. It's the temple of learning in Dawn Court. Fae from across the courts go there to train. They take fae of any age, but most start young like me. I arrived at fifteen. Stayed until I was thirty. Now—I’m here. Seventy-two years.” Lyra looked no older than 25. And yet... she was 102. Elain’s heart skipped at the number. Her human years had felt so long. But here, time was measured differently. Stretched and coiled in ways she didn’t understand. "Does everyone have a specialty?" Elain asked. "Yes. While we all have general healing and plant growing skills, so we can be used in times of war anywhere, we all have our speciality's. I specialize in celestial herbology,” Lyra went on, guiding her to a room lined in shelves. “Sunlight and moonlight can change a plant’s essence entirely. And I work with bones and blood. Others, like Amara, handle traumatic injuries. Madjas are Illyrian wings. Ester—potions.” Ester nodded from a nearby table, surrounded by bottles in every hue. One glowed faintly gold, its surface swirling like starlight.

Lyra began to show her how they organized all of the dried herbs. The shelves stretched higher than Elain expected, floor to ceiling, with narrow ladders tucked between the rows like secrets waiting to be climbed. Each jar gleamed under the soft glow of faelight, labels meticulously inked in precise, looping script that marked the date of harvest, the phase of the moon, the temperature of the soil. “These shelves are sacred,” Lyra said, her voice quiet now, a kind of hush that didn’t come from habit but from honor. “Every bottle here has a story. A healer who gathered it. A hand that touched the root. A patient it saved. We keep them like we keep memories.” She walked Elain into another room, through their library of books. The books were even older than the jars. Their spines worn, stitched with thread, not magic, as if to remind them that some things needed the patience of mortal hands. The oldest ones were wrapped in silk cloths, weathered edges peeking out like brittle leaves in the fall. “This one,” Lyra said, pulling a thick volume from a lower shelf, “was written by the first archivist of Kalahan. Handwritten, every page. She bound it herself with her own hair and thread soaked in moon water.”

Elain’s breath caught as she opened it. The pages were fragile, but the ink still clear. Diagrams of roots, sigils for safe harvest, notes scrawled in the margins in a slanted, almost hurried script. It felt like reading someone's private journal. Someone who had loved the earth deeply and left behind a map for others to follow.

“I had no idea…” Elain whispered. “That healing could be… this.”

Lyra smiled softly, her gaze distant, as if she were standing not in a storage room but a temple. “This,” she said, brushing her hand along the row of books, “is what the world forgets. That healing isn’t just about broken bones or fevers. It’s memory. History. Earth and magic and time.”

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[sjorakonst]

my warrior irui "rhubarb" silverbloom! still not sure what kind of armor she should have, we shall see what i end up with

[pytonbies]

Silverbloome!

First one of saucer beasts, and due to that i decided to go with a slightly different style for them.

Original size:

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Ko-fi

Itaku

Pixeljoint

Bluesky

Furaffinity

Itch.io

[harveybwabbit92]

Spoilers for Ultraman Leo Ep 40: Tw for death.

I just finished EP 40 of Ultraman Leo …Holy shit, that got really dark…I mean Leo was already pretty darkly themed. But damn...

While in space MAC gets destroyed by a monster called Silverbloome everyone is wipe out except for Gen and Dan; who just disappears on Gen after telling him he's on his own to protect the Earth now.

(I guess he went into hiding or was somehow teleported back to the Land of Light?? IDK.)

Anyway after a brief battle with Silverbloome; Leo is stuck in space surrounded by the ruins of MAC and he took time to look for and collect the dog tags off the bodies of his unfortunate coworkers that were caught up in the blast. (this is just my theory as to why Leo was so late returning to Earth.)

Meanwhile Silverbloome arrives on Earth and then eats the freaking shopping mall that Gen’s family that being his girlfriend Momoko, his foster daughter Kaoru and his best friend Takeshi were all shopping at; effectively killing all three of them it even shows them hiding in a toy store before it caves in around them, the scene then switches to Kaoru's doll lying under a pile rubble, while it says in a creepy cheerful little voice that she's feeling tired and wants a lullaby.

The only survivor is Kaoru's older brother Toru because he didn't go shopping with them.

Then there's a time skip it's revealed that Gen and Toru were taken in by a Nurse who was working at the crisis center when the two came in looking for their lost family members, both Gen and Toru are quickly accepted by her daughters and husband as family members.

Things seems to be looking up for Gen again as there hasn't been any monster attacks since MAC was destroyed... But when Silverbloome suddenly returns; this time attacking the school Toru is attending!

Luckily the boy is saved in time; as a vengeful Leo shows up to rescue him. However, the ultra can't fight back because there are children still in the school and Leo didn't want to risk any of them getting hurt in the crossfire; Silverbloom knew this and started beating the crap out of him.

Eventually the teachers able to evacuate all the kids and Leo is able to exact revenge for his deceased friend and family members by jamming his fist straight into Sliverbloome's guts; And. Ripping. Them. Out!

On the upside though the guy responsible for controlling Silverbloome gets beaten to death by Toru with the help of some other children on the last episode.

[doneffect64]

Yay yippee first pc doodles after surgery. Little difficult to get into as I have to reteach my arms and such, but I’m getting the hang of it well enough.

(Fun fact: After a hiatus, I always draw Static first)

Also redid some headshots for a oneshot concept, “And So They Died” (really wanting to make that but I feel like I never have the time 😭)

Along with some Silverbloom doodles (Augh can’t wait to continue uploading that webcomic, I love how it’s turning out)

Part of a bit (iykyk)

But yeah that’s all for now. Until next time👋

[shadowsofcrystals]

BristleRose & SilverBloom! BristleRose (little fun fact; She was actually SilverBloom's mentor!) is SunClan's deputy after SootStep's death. She is stern, and always knows what she's doing! SilverBloom is a young warrior, who after his own ceremony, immediately volunteered to mentor AshPaw. Thanks to this, AshFire started off in life with a strong, supportive relationship with his mentor, which affected him more positively than if anyone else would've mentored him. Cuties!

[silverbloom-webcomic]

Prof. Folly Lollimoss enjoying tea in their office

[stuartelden]

Paula Landerreche Cardillo and Rachel Silverbloom (eds.), Political Bodies: Writings on Adriana Cavarero's Political Thought - SUNY Press, 2024

Paula Landerreche Cardillo and Rachel Silverbloom (eds.), Political Bodies: Writings on Adriana Cavarero’s Political Thought – SUNY Press, 2024 The Editors’ Introduction is open access The first edited volume solely dedicated to the philosophy of Adriana Cavaero.“Landerreche Cardillo and Silverbloom are right to hold that Cavarero has reached ‘critical acclaim’ in the ‘Italian and…

[thefrostedmain]

You mentioned in your tags that Dawn doesn't have as much of a backstory as Selene does. Do you know how she got turned into a werewolf?

so. update. dawn has a bit more backstory now! im telling you it all sorry not sorry

place names are hard, but dawn was an orphan child on the capital of this kingdom (yet to get a name-) who gets taken in a member of the silverbloom hunter guild, group who dedicate themselves to hunting vampires and was originally founded in the honor of the weeping lady (the goddess of death of this world's pantheon, who despises the undead since they are a disgrace to her domain), even if not all members of silverbloom are that religious or followers of the weeping lady necessarily- but a good amount of them do follow this goddess

the hunter that took dawn in also took another child in, theodore, who dawn grows to be quite close to, seeing him like a brother, and another orphan who ended up becoming quite a devout follower of the weeping lady and very excited to join the hunter guild once he is old enough, he sees it that getting rid of such vermin in the eyes of his goddess is a great honor 

(theodore was bdubs in the original au, the goddess was originally cleo but weeping lady became merged with another goddess from an original pantheon that didn't have a world and doesn't resemble cleo that much anymore)

so, after several years of insisting that she joins too, theodore drags dawn to join the silverbloom hunters, even if she did have some doubts, and it's during a training hunt that dawn gets bitten by a werewolf 

dawn got lost from the path in the middle of the forest, did not realize it was a full moon, ran into a “weird wolf” and got attacked and bitten by it on the leg. she hides the bite from the rest of the trainees, and ends up joining the hunters 

the bite happens roughly four to five ish months before the start of the story, so dawn is pretty new to being a werewolf still and the quest to the town where dawn meets selene is the first proper one she gets sent to by silverbloom