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𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍: halloween costume.

Silas had been planning his Halloween costume for over a year, inspired by legends of mythological warriors known as School of the Griffin. He sought out Blacksmiths and traditional seamstresses to help build his "costume" from scratch, sitting in with the designers and craftsmen to watch, learn, and even help where he was allowed to. He paid for their hard work, and donated the same proceedings to charities that focused on the resurrection of traditional arts.

The armor had still been in the works when the invasion struck. Following the invasion and aiding in the rebuild, Silas wondered if such an extravagant "costume" would be tactless to wear over Halloween but eventually decided that it deserved to see the light of day regardless. For every view, like, share, or mention the piece received, Silas donated a dollar to the restoration of Auradon.

#☸ — skin & scale. 「 wardrobe. 」

― @fortmiinable gets a starter for ben continued from here

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 before he had time to think about them. he wasn’t sure what was more shocking, being offered a place on ben’s cabinet or being told that anyone needed people like him. ❝ i don’t know what to say, ❞ silas admitted, and like ben he laughed nervously, despite the relief he felt that he didn’t have to give ben an answer immediately. ❝ i appreciate the offer, and i’ll definitely think about it. you ― uh, are you busy right now? i mean, i was just about to grab something to eat if you're not, and maybe we can talk about it? ❞

#fortmiinable #fortmiinable. ben ; 001.#verse tbt.#descuninvited #because we are floored and screaming tbh

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍: wonderland masquerade ball .

Silas decided to dress in his traditional blue but combined the traditional blazers and velvet coats with a style similar to modernism and futurism. He accessorized with silver jewelry pieces for his rings, watch and a handful of layered necklaces and for his mask he opted for a mirrored helmet. His look was somewhat inspired by the Cheshire Cat’s ability to vanish and reappear at will. The fabric of his clothes have a mirage quality to them, depending on how the light is reflected, parts of Silas’ physique have the illusion to disappear from sight. The helmet can be slightly unnerving when he's talking to people so when the masquerade is well underway, he plans on taking it off and carrying it under his arm so as to have an easier time socializing.

#☸ — skin & scale. 「 wardrobe. 」#descrevelries

𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐞

@ohshuhnaiz asked : ‘ it took me awhile to realize it myself, but you are not what other people say you are. ’

Pausing in pouring her shiny new baby blue kettle, Jane flicked her eyes at him for only a moment before returning to her task, taking it as a chance to ponder his statement. “Perception is… a funny thing.” She said after a moment of hesitation, nudging a cup closer to the edge of the table for him. “I like to think we’re defined by our actions, but the impression we leave on people isn’t always shaped by that. They can pick and choose what they see, what they remember. And sometimes even they see something and remember it, they may not understand your motivation at all.” Miscommunication was a terrible event, one that could happen even when you swore that you were on the same page as someone, and Jane tapped her nails in idle habit against the side of her own cup.

“You know, I’ve heard that in order to truly see ourselves, we should see ourselves through the eyes of someone else, like that’s supposed to be an unbiased opinion.” A gentle laugh underscored her words as Jane thought about her mother, how the woman claimed to know Jane right until Jane did something she didn’t approve of, then suddenly Jane was a stranger. “I agree with the idea that we don’t see ourselves clearly, though.”

The mind played tricks on you, after all.

Looking at Silas carefully for a moment, Jane felt the urge to reach out and pat his arm in support and pushed it down, choosing instead to lean back and sip at her drink, the liquid burning her tongue. “Do you think it’s possible to be truly, completely known? Or life is just… a very long story where we try to find ourselves? Try to model ourselves to be the sort of person we aspire to be without ever knowing if we truly manage it?"

A sigh, then another shift in her chair, this time moving forward to set down her cup that sent steam into the air in cheerful waves. "I think it’s important to be good, but it’s also important to like yourself. I’ve started thinking that’s the more important part, but it’s not always easy, is it?” Smiling faintly, Jane gave in to her previously urge and reached out, her fingers landing lightly on Silas’ wrist for a moment. “How about you tell me who you are, okay? How do you want to be known?”

𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐞 in person for the gift basket she had sent him. the scrapbook filled with fan comments and stories had given him such an overwhelming feeling of appreciation that he hadn't been able to do anything else but painstakenly read each and every one and he was using the reed pipes in a new song. but he had heard about jane's falling out with her mother and that she had recently moved to a permenant residence on the isle so he had felt a face-to-face would mean more.

silas accepted the cup of tea with murmured gratitude, wrapping both hands around it to warm them as he leaned against the table. one knee bouncing restlessly where he sat as he stewed on what he had said. he had hoped that it would be soothing or encouraging, that she would know that whatever anyone said about her, that didn't make it who she was.

❝ i like thinking that too, ❞ silas agreed. actions always felt like they meant more than thoughts or feelings or words, but he also agreed with everything else jane said, about how perceptions could change the impressions that those actions had. ❝ but that's why i think it's important to remember that how others see us isn't always and shouldn't always be who we are. ❞

silas hummed when jane mentioned that in order to see themselves, they needed to see how others saw them, it was a joke really. just another way of making them more concerned about how they presented themselves than what they actually done or said. silas leaned forward to blow into his cup before he could slip into a rant about perceptions and reflections and biased opinions of bigoted assholes.

❝ sure, i think it's possible to be truly and completely known, ❞ silas said, confidently, ❝ not all the time though, people are always changing in small or big ways as they learn and experience new things but that doesn't mean that you're always going to be unknown. ❞

silas spoke at his cup. he hoped that it was true, that it was possible to be known, but he also knew that to be known you had to be willing to expose the deepest, darkest parts of yourself. ❝ if you want to be known, you have to actually let people see you. ❞

jane placed her fingers lightly on his wrist and silas looked up at her with a smile, ❝ it's not easy, but we're managing it pretty well all things considered right? ❞ silas teased lightly. the bouncing of his leg seemed to grow a little faster before he flattened his foot down against the floor to stop it, ❝ i'd like to be known as a friend, you know, someone that people can rely on. how about you? ❞

#janefaery #janefaery ; 001.#verse tbt.

ben

This would be easier if Ben could say something like, ‘I remember my first interview,’ but that would be a lie. He couldn’t have been more than six or seven years old the first time he gave a solo interview, and before that he was doing interviews ‘with’ his parents, though they did most of the talking. Public speaking was, literally, his job … or a big part of it, anyway. “Yeah, I should have asked to perform too,” he teased, throwing the program at his friend.

Ben’s entire life was a performance, but nobody wanted to see his dance moves. He would leave the music to Silas and stick to public speaking and other kingly duties. “It sucks, but you’re going to kick that interview’s ass,” he continued the praise, hoping that, it nothing else, he could ease some of Silas’ nerves. “Maybe we can grab a bite to eat after. Catering is nice, but not always the best.”

𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦 with the same nervous smile he usually wore when he wasn't completely comfortable. he doubted that he would get any more confident with the upcoming interview as he was at that moment, but he took comfort in the fact that he wasn't going to be completely alone while on set. ❝ you know, that's a great idea, ❞ silas said, ❝ if you just dance behind me that'll take the attention off of me, ❞ he laughed. and this time, it was genuine, tension seeping out of his shoulders.

❝ yes. hell yes. those cracker biscuit things just didn't cut it, ❞ silas agreed the instant ben offered to grab a bite to eat. silas had purposefully left the rest of his day clear of any commitments just so he could recover from his stage fright, if that was what he could call his interview nerves. ❝ can i swear on this interview? i can't remember if this is airing in the morning or at night. ❞

#kngben #kngben ; 001.#verse tbt.

𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲

lips matted in black parts in a grin. patience was not the witch's strongest virtues, that was a known fact. the thing was, maddy had been flirting with the other for a great part of the time they had known each other. and silas … he looked like he was into them, but he never did anything about it. “ partners, actually, but it's not like they own me … ” but that was it, wasn't it? this one way thinking of auradon that people belong to people. all things considered, mads knew it wasn't for everyone, ‘ open relationships ’ as they called it, and that they would have to talk about it but also, it was utter bullshit. “ was kinda disappointed that you hadn't yet, to be honest. but hey, it's never late to change that mistake. ”

𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 to feel embarrassed over the fact that maddy had to spell out their relationships to him. he knew that open relationships or polyamory was something that existed, he had never had any first hand experiences with them and he hadn't wanted to assume anything. ❝ right, no, of course not, ❞ silas agreed, sitting up a little straighter as he regarded them seriously. he liked maddy, they were direct and confident and fun, and he had liked flirting with them. part of him would have been happy if that had been the extent of their interactions with him but this was so much better. ❝ well, i hate to disappoint so, ❞ silas turned to face them, a slightly crooked smile on his lips as he did so, ❝ maddy . . . can i take you on a date ? ❞

#madnifcnt #madnifcnt ; 002.#verse tbt.#silas your crush is showing

𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲

He turned quickly with raised brows -caught by surprise- but the look quickly melted into a becoming half smile. “Oh yeah?” Quite an invite coming from the voice of Auradon’s counter-culture. “That’s not vague at all.” Teasing. A time-waster while he toyed with the idea. He wasn’t the most common feature at common night-out places; too many proved too chaotic for his liking (what was the point of company if you could not enjoy it?) Neither, though, was he the type to turn an invite down. Not faced with that grin, anyway. “…I don’t know a thing about music,” he warned, still smiling, “so if you’re planning to go into detail, just know every nod will be a complete lie on my part.”

𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐬' 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 as henry accussed him of being vague. ❝ you like that? need a little mystery to get you curious. ❞ he retorted, his tone just as teasing. it wasn't as if the crowds that silas hung out with were exclusive ― but the nature of their activities and their discussions did mean that they had to be careful. all it took was one person to tell their parents and they would have to scrub. ❝ you don't have to know anything about music, ❞ silas assured him, ❝ but i like the enthusiasm anyway. maybe i'll get you to harmonize. ❞

#lighthouseborn #lighthouseborn ; 001.#verse tbt.

— @cecaelian continued from here .

𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐝 when uma seemed content with letting whatever reasons and explanations he had for his strange arrival in her life to lie undisturbed, at least for a little while longer. he hadn't planned on how he would explain it, part of him had believed that the right words would spontaneously sprout from his lips on their own. wishful thinking on his part, he could never improvise quite as well verbally as he could with action and reaction.

silas nodded as uma pressed for the heist, shoving whatever anxieties he felt rising in his throat back into his stomach. he had come this far, he wasn't about to stop over a little breaking and entering, he had basically already committed treason getting her out of the cells.

❝ if it helps, ❞ silas began with obvious uncertainty, ❝ i have . . . magic, i've never used it before or accessed it, like ever, but it's there. i don't know — if you can take it or use it or whatever, you can have it. ❞

silas shook his head as if to cast off his hesitancy and climbed the ladder to the surface. he nudged the steel hatch open an inch, peering through the crack at the street level. there were no cars, no foot traffic that he could see and he couldn't hear anything either. he shoved the hatch all the way open and climbed onto the road, reaching back through the hatch for uma's hand. ❝ we're clear up here. ❞

#cecaelian #cecaelian ; 001.#verse tbt.

𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐚

starter for @ohshuhnaiz

“So can anybody take a turn at this, or do they need to get clearance from you first?” Tamara asked, taking another bite of the food that Hetty’s mom had so kindly provided - she’d need to tell the woman thank you. While one hand held food, the other held her phone, ready to hook up and select music if that’s how Silas had things running.

“You spend much longer playing DJ and they’re going to need to start paying you. Have you even had a snack at this thing yet?”

𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐭 𝐮𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲, squinting for a second through the glare of the sun before he made out tamara's silhouette and offered her a smile. ❝ you can take a turn at this, no clearance needed, ❞ silas said as he snatched up his phone. truth be told, he had expected someone to kick him off the speakers earlier.

silas adjusted the speakers, glancing at the screen of tamara's cellphone to make sure that she was connected before he hummed thoughtfully. ❝ that's a nice way of saying i'm hogging the speakers, ❞ silas teased, laughing to show her that he knew that wasn't what she had meant, ❝ not yet, been too busy soaking up the sun. what is that anyway? is that what hetty's mum dropped off? ❞

#faetaels #faetaels. tamara maldonia ; 001.#verse tbt.

sprinkleskull

This scene hit me hard

#☸ — a tidal child stranded on land. 「 face claim. 」#therapy sessions with silas larson

SAD HOURS ARE OVER: silas is a fucking BEAST once he has his eye on something. he's like a pitbull that's sunk it's teeth into something, the second he sets his mind to do something there is very little that can stop him and he will keep pushing and keep fighting until he gets it. he goes above and beyond the call of duty when he's advocating for change, for support, for human rights and equality. he's passionate as hell and he always promotes and uplifts other voices to whatever cause he's fighting for.

he uses his platform, his wealth, his contacts, his influence to do what he thinks is right. where he's insecure and anxious about his own identity, his own sense of belonging and his personal life, he's confident and passionate about his causes, about his friends and his peers and whoever else he feels he needs to stand up for.

silas is not afraid to go against the status quo, he's not afraid to bite back at those of authority or who present themselves as the powerful, he knows he's privileged, but he uses that to empower those who aren't in whatever way he can.

#☸ — when the sea rises to meet us. 「 meta. 」#don't look at me im having a moment

silas not belonging with royalty because he's only considered a royal ward at best and at worst a pity party by the court. silas not belonging with his friends and peers in high school or even in the music industry because he had access to privileges of the wealthy his whole life. silas not feeling like he belongs in auradon because of ursula and how he was conceived, but also knowing he doesn't belong with the isle because he was born and raised in auradon while also knowing he would be ostracised from atlantica if he tried to go there too.

basically: silas has been living his entire life in the inbetween spaces of various communities and while it means that he's able to adapt and switch depending on which communities he's currently engaging with, it also means that he's never belonged anywhere. that feeling of unbelonging creates a massive sense of loneliness and a feeling of othering that he can't escape.

it makes him a people pleaser, he's constantly trying to find ways to make people like him while simultaneously understanding and knowing that not everybody does, and he is not immune to auradon's propaganda of always having to be okay. he can't be sad. he can't be unhappy. he has to look on the bright side, he has to find the silver lining, it can't be all bad and if he's angry that just means that there's work to be done. that just means he has to try harder, fight harder, he has to find the core of the problem and solve it because he's in a position that makes it possible and no one else is going to do it so it might as well be him.

anyway: silas is sadder than he lets on.

#☸ — when the sea rises to meet us. 「 meta. 」#i shouldn't be allowed on silas #i inevitably get sad

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐃𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐀𝐘 ?

― 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐞 .

you keep quite literally everything bottled up, don't you? you try to be there for everyone else, but nobody has ever asked about you. you have a mental list in your head of things that you wish beyond wishing that people would ask to know about you, but nobody has. you're afraid that if you tell them, you won't get the response you crave, which gets more and more mysterious and gut-wrenchingly necessary with every day that goes by in silence. it feels like you aren't allowed to exist.

tagged by : @janefaery ♡♡♡♡ tagging : @faetaels ( hyperion ), @meloide, @eleagies ( delphine ), @deifiedstars ( jonas ), @divneity ( nicolas )

#☸ — to the sea i return. 「 stats. 」#jane + silas = wanting to be known