#silven

[oliviersilven]

Predators fight scenes with differents aliens.

Sketch+Cintiq+Photoshop. TUMBLR: http://oliviersilven.tumblr.com/ All Artwork Copyright Olivier SILVEN

[verefex]

some thoughts about Silven- since he's friendly towards most folk, he'd be VERY close to dwarven folk! If anyone can forge and craft giant-sized weapons and equipment, it's the dwarves.

An idea I had is that his pickaxe is an ancient dwarf-made tool passed down to him from his forefathers, who also befriended dwarves. The pickaxe is the legendary Permafrost, and dwarves that haven't met Silven would still recognize him by it.

He visits them from time to time for repairs, giant roaring cauldrons of food, warm banquet halls and hearths.

[songs-of-the-east]

Sliven, Bulgaria

[kassssya]

The first full-color picture on a tablet, let's rejoice, because it turned out very well~

I'm waiting for Silven in the AFK journey update

[kurokid1412]

✧ Tower of Memory ✧

This season has made me feel lots of things…

I wonder what the next one would be about… I wanted to finish this before maintenance, at least.

Also this is… more personal actually, so I won’t be using the main tags even though it is related ehehe…

[purpleheroine]

I'm crying because he wanted to reach out to his friend 💔💔

[ravynfeather-art]

Dangerous Laughter

(Destiny OC insert; takes place during Season of Plunder)

(Warning(s): cursing, kidnapping, sustenance deprivation, abuse, graphic description of injury, blood, death, mention of torture)

I watched my Drekhs drag the Eliksni child to a chair in the center of the room and I couldn’t stop glaring at her and her clear eyes. At how her head was held high with confidence. At how she thrashed and those dangerous fists fatally crushed the ribs and carapace of the Drekhs binding her to the chair with thick chains. It has been two weeks since my crew had kidnapped the shithead—a child who towered over even my tallest Vandals and had unnaturally powerful fists that destroyed everything beneath them—and she still hasn’t cracked. I have limited her food and water to the bare minimum and have completely deprived her of Ether, and yet she was alert and active and so disgustingly spiteful. And there was absolutely no evidence of the torture I had inflicted upon her… not even the barest hint of bruising on that face that has come to irritate me so. For two weeks, I have been relentlessly trying to claw out information from her and I still haven't broken her or her fire.

   I. Am. Sick of it.

   I stood in front of her as the Drehks ran off to go die in a secluded corner and she scowled up at me for a moment before her expression shifted to a sardonic grin, her teeth bared and her eyes narrowed spitefully. I backhanded her cheek. “Stop smiling, brat. I’m tired of your games. You’re going to answer my questions now—one way or another.”

   She spat out a glob of spit and midnight-blue blood onto the floor, and then laughed. She was chained up, starved, deprived of Ether and surrounded by armed enemies, and the little rat was laughing like this was all some big joke. “What’s so funny?” I seethed, flexing one set of claws and ignoring the itch to wring her neck until she went limp. 

   The hatchling threw her head back and laughed even louder, practically crying from how hard she was cackling, before she threw herself against the chains and shoved her face into mine, her expression twisted with sadistic delight. “You’re an idiot! That’s what’s so funny! You think that you can chain me up and beat me and not be in any trouble?? Well I’ve got baaaaad news for you!” Her expression abruptly shifted from maniacal laughter to something dark and sinister, and she settled back in the chair. “My Mama is gonna come here and kill you. She totally destroyed a Ketch that had taken my brother for just a few hours, and you’ve had me locked up for a week. Wait, it’s been longer than that, huh?” She grinned and sang tauntingly, “Ooooo you’re in big trouble~!” 

   I grabbed her by that damn red scarf around her neck and yanked her back towards me. “Don’t you dare threaten me, you little brat! Unlike a lot of the others, I don’t give two shits on whether or not you’re barely a hatchling! And I emphasize ‘barely’.” 

   She made a mock-surprised face at me. “Y’know, I’m usually pretty polite, but that’s because my Mama’s always on comms. But my Mama ain’t on now and Spider’s taught me some fun new words soooo… fuck you!” She went eerily calm again when I let out a low hiss as I barely withheld myself from smashing her skull into the wall. “And I ain’t threatening you: I’m warning you. There’s no escaping my Mama. Not when she’s so freaking angry that she’ll rip your head off with her bare hands. Did you know…” She leaned closer with a purr. “…that my Mama is a Guardian? Took me and my brother in when we lost our parents. She’ll do literally anything to protect us. She was ticked when she found out that your little buddy had snatched my brother up, and now she’s ticked off that Eramis ha—“

   I didn’t let her continue. I didn’t even bother unchaining her. I just lifted the brat by the head and started bashing her face into the floor, only stopping when I saw a tooth amongst the blood splatter. “HOW DARE YOU DISRESPECT ERAMISKEL?!?!” I roared in outrage, digging my claws into the carapace of her head until it cracked and started oozing midnight-blue. “You will address her as a Kell and nothing less, you arrogant little shit! I barely tolerate you insulting me and my crew, but I will not stand by and allow you to disrespect my Kell!” I released her head and took a step back, leaving her facedown on the floor. The Drekhs in the shadows of the room didn’t dare to move, barely dared to breathe and they could only watch as I threw a hard kick into the hatchling’s thorax, making her whole body and the chair briefly lift off the ground and causing to her cough up a mixture of blood and spit. Might as well make an example of the damn kid. I crossed both my upper and lower arms and glared down at her limp, facedown form. “Not so funny now, huh—“ I was cut off… by her giggling. My blood boiled as the sound grew to a loud, boisterous, maniacal cackle again and I lifted her back up, slamming the chair upright and into the floor hard enough that I felt the metal legs bend a little. 

   She. Just. Kept. Laughing.

   I slapped her so hard that if I hadn’t been holding the back of the seat, she would’ve fallen over, and that finally shut her up. But her spirit still wasn’t broken. I could see it. Hatred and defiance and confidence were glittering brightly in all four of her eyes as she turned her head to look at me again. I despised it. I wanted to tear it right out of her heart, force it down her throat and make her regret ever going against Eramiskel. My Kell!

   She bared her bloodied and broken teeth in yet another grin and hissed slowly, “Y’know, you’re really ticking me off. I gotta say, I’m impressed! It takes a lot to get under my shell!” 

   I stood to my full height and snarled down at her, “Shut the hell up.” I was so done with her and her antics at this poi— 

   A loud crash shook the Ketch and my crew all stumbled to one side; I saw a couple of Drekhs actually fall over, and even I was forced to take a knee to stop myself from tumbling to the floor. But the hatchling kept smiling with that eerie look on her face even as the chair slid a little to the side. “Welp. Mama’s here, and I’m done playing this game.”

   I whipped my head up and could only watch in a mix of outrage and horror as the hatchling flexed her arms and the metal chains tying her to the chair snapped with terrifying ease. She stood up and casually massaged her wrists while all of the Drekhs slowly crawled backwards, eyes glowing with terror. They didn’t even obey my commands to subdue her and just kept backing away. I forced myself to stand back up and draw the cutlass strapped to my belt, ignoring the fearful tremor in my limbs. I lunged at the child, coiled my upper arm around her neck, grabbed her shoulder and a wrist with my lowers, and I pressed my blade to the soft part of her throat. “All right, you listen here—“

   “You’re dumb,” the child said. Her voice was no longer that sadistic giggling but instead sounded like a young hatchling that had become bored of a toy. I snarled and opened my mouth to shout at her but I was stopped by the taste of blood and regurgitated Ether suddenly and rapidly filling my mouth. When I looked down at myself, I realized the mistake that made me ‘’dumb’’. From our close proximity, she had been able to slam two of her fists into my chest and in one devastating blow, everything beneath her hands broke: carapace shattered, skin tore open, bones snapped and organs ruptured. 

   I stumbled back and fell to my knees, dropping my sword as I suddenly found myself unable to breathe no matter how much I gasped for air. Midnight-blue blood literally poured into my palms and it overfilled my rebreather, and there was absolutely nothing I could do as the hatchling loomed over me with a dark expression. Her laughter was gone, her obnoxious grin was replaced by a scowl and her eyes showed all of the hatred she held within her heart. Hatred for me. Hatred for my Kell. Hatred for The Witness. 

   She clasped her upper fists together and raised them above her head, ready to bring them down onto me and end my life. But then she froze and her hands dropped as a kind of fear took her over, slowly backing away from me and shaking her head. “Nonononono…!” 

   My Drekhs had fled as soon as they had seen the child cave in my chest and now that I looked around, I realized that we were the only ones left in the room. She wasn’t afraid of those under my command. She wasn’t afraid of Eramiskel. She sure as hell wasn’t afraid of me. So what had her so rattled? I dazedly pondered, still bleeding out and my vision starting to flash as I slumped to the floor, until I caught her half-mumbling, half-sobbing to herself, “Silven no…! Nonono what have you done…?!” 

   Ah. So that’s what it was. A moral dilemma. The child realized what she had done and what she had just been about to do to me and even with all that hate inside of her, the act of killing another bothered her. Despite all of her strength, she was still just barely a hatchling. Despite her unusual powers and size, she was still just a child that had gotten caught up in a war that was too big for her. Even in my half-delirious state, I can’t lie that I actually feel some pity for her.

   The doors were suddenly sent flying and an Awoken Guardian came running towards the two of us, their eyes aglow with Light and fury. They saw the situation and their Light dimmed to a soft, comforting hue as they gently touched an arm and the face of the weeping child that towered over them and cooed tender words to her with nothing but sympathy and a mother’s love in their eyes. Then they fixated their attention on me, and that tenderness was gone and all that was left was pure detest and loathing. They slowly stalked towards me and the short parts of their dark indigo hair started to stand on end as they snarled, “You’re lucky my daughter’s here. Your death will be swift. But it sure as hell won’t be painless. Not after what you’ve done to her. Not after you kidnapped her from me. For two fucking weeks.” They raised their hands and the Arc lightning that had been crackling in the air suddenly intensified and struck me down. For a long and agonizing moment, all I felt was my injuries tenfold and electricity coursing through my veins. Then there was nothing. 

   I wonder… will you, your brother and Machine-spawn mother truly defeat my Kell, little Guardian-Child? Will you defeat The Witness? Or will you all die regretting your decisions? Too bad I’ll have to miss it.

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And here is Silven's kidnapping adventure :) I do plan on doing more info for the twins and their lore once I actually make them some refs but for now, have these little one-shots that feature them being creepy little shits to captors and their Mama coming to their rescues

[ericbalfourhotspot]

Bree Ann Marie is in good company with these 3 pirates of “Timecrafters ~ The Treasure of Pirate’s Cove” which is currently filming in Mendocino. From left to right; Eric Balfour as Pistol, Tyler Cook as Silven and Louie Chapman as Mountjoy Plot; While searching for lost treasure, time traveling pirates end up in the modern day and do battle with unlikely foes: a group of kids with the latest in techy gadgetry.