#silver's dad

[charlilovesknights]

BOOK/CHAPTER 7 Fanart (Spoilers under cut)

I dunno how to label this???

I was experimenting with a new shading style for this + revamping a old drawing in my sketchbook so I hit 2 birds with one stone!!

I was gonna fix the sword but ibis paint doesn't let me open it anymore so I couldn't.

[pokemon-dad-rater]

Play catch with your dad!

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Picture:

Name of Dad:

Giovanni

Whose Dad:

Silver

Pros:

could lift at least one child in each of his meaty arms

Cons:

crime lord, tries to manipulate spacetime so he can be a crime lord in other dimensions too, wears a horrible orange suit sometimes, has been known to consume tropius’ neckfruits, abandoned his son and ran away to Who Knows Where because a child kicked his ass

Overall Score:

 1.5 out of 5. at least he isn’t ghetsis

[pokemon-dad-rater]

pokemon dads: the movie

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(So this just sort of popped in my head regarding the post about Silver I made late last night

A bit of a father-son talk that most likely happened back before he met his teammates (basically it’s a pre-RWBY:CMYK moment))

“Maybe I’m just not cut out to make friends. Any time I try to I always fail at it. All these years and still no luck.” Silver commented, arms crossed as he leaned against a nearby tree.

“As I keep telling you, that day’s bound to come eventually. You just have to hang in there and wait. Friendships just don’t happen instantaneously like you think.” Gray, Silver’s foster father, hinted as he cleaned his sword.

“At the moment I’m starting to wonder if there’s even a point in making friends. What’s to say that even if I do make friends, that they won’t just up and ditch me? I’ve been on my own without friends for a long time Pops, maybe I actually don’t need them.” Silver let out a light groan.

Gray sighed deeply, and placed his sword back into its sheath. He knew he didn’t raise the kid to be so stubborn. He got back up onto his feet and walked over to where Silver was, followed by grabbing him by his shirt collar.

“Now listen to me son, and listen good. Take a good look at me.. Does it look like things turned out great when I was on my own without friends? I’m pretty much completely blind in my right eye because I had nobody to defend me when I was about your age. That’s not even the half of it. If I didn’t have friends, I most likely would’ve either died from the blood loss of losing my leg, or been finished off by the beowolf the took it off.” He paused to take a deep breath.

“Point is, you need friends whether you really think you do or not. Just keep waiting and you’ll find your friends. When you finally do find them, you’ll realize just how important they are to you.” He gently let go of Silver’s shirt.

“Yeah, you have a point there Pops. I’ll try not to give up.” Silver responded.

“I knew you would son.” Gray then patted Silver on the shoulder.