#silver's writing

[silver-salt-knife]

Writing the "Dean remembers the Hell rescue and is traumatized by it" OS that no one had asked for (and that no one wants XD)

[silverlining-ships]

been thinking about the first time silver goes to homeworld properly. it's a big part of her arc, to get the clearance to go out into space and help the crystal gem mission, and she spends SO much time fighting for it. and the idea of her going with jasper. like.

they both show up at the galaxy warp first, from little homeworld. and silver is just STARSTRUCK at this platform of marble reflecting the dark blue depths around her. but when she sees jasper stepping up onto the homeworld warp she.. hesitates a bit.

jasper looks behind. "what are you waiting for?" she asks, raising an eyebrow. with a quick dip of her head as she looks over silver, she adds. "this isn't a good look on you."

and she has a point. silver isn't necessarily the type to get nervous and tied up into herself - if anything she's normally the one to burst into situations without thinking. but as she twirls a strand of hair around a finger, she looks to the side and explains.

"well, this..." she hesitates. "this is your home. y'know? I have... no idea what to expect, but I know you've spent a lot of time here." she looks up to the Quartz. "and it's important to you. I want to do this right."

jasper looks down at her for a moment, before snorting once. "you're thinking too hard." she turns around, continues to head to the warp. "homeworld isn't my home."

"w-well--" silver stumbles a bit as she follows. she's been to the beta kindergarten with her before, she knows she's technically from earth, but... "homeworld is--was--the object of your loyalty for so long, and I just want to respect that."

they're both on the foot of the homeworld warp, and jasper turns around again, looking down at the human for a long moment. silver laughs nervously in the silence, not quite used to her own vulnerability.

eventually jasper places a palm on silver's head, ruffling her hair hard. silver squeaks--then laughs into it, pulling her palm off and interlacing her fingers.

"you are." jasper says. she flushes a bit, looks to the side, but doesn't break her fingers away. "...the object of my loyalty." she laughs as she says it, the phrasing clumsy and awkward. her yellow eyes lower, almost taking a bit of the sparkle from the space around them. "...home."

silver flushes a bit herself, blinking up to jasper with wide, surprised eyes.

"now c'mon," jasper says quickly, breaking the moment and tugging along silver via their entwined fingers, and in a flash (and a quick, surprised laugh from silver), they're gone

[silver-halloween]

The Captain: I leave you guys alone for one second...

*Celci, Gunther and Burt, pointing at Engineer Mark*

Celci, Gunther and Burt: He started it!

Engineer Mark: Yeah right! As if I'm the one wielding a bloody flamethrower! Captain, a little help please!

The Captain: *facepalms and sighs in exasperation*

The Captain: I'm surrounded by idiots.

Reblogs are welcome.

[silverandebony]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Words: 14804 Fandom: Damar Series - Robin McKinley Rating: Teen And Up Audience Warnings: Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Characters: Aerin, Luthe, Maur

Additional Tags: did this have to be anywhere near as angst-filled as it is? no, but they say do what you’re good at and i’m apparently good at angst so, hey aerin why are you going to a musical instead of therapy, content warning for aerin’s less than stellar mental health, maur gets a content warning too, whoops, Dissociation, Angst, Musicals, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, I Wrote This Instead Of Sleeping, on multiple occasions, don’t be like me kids, Whump

Summary: Centuries after the events of The Hero and the Crown, when much of Aerin's tale has fallen to legend and myth and little is remembered of her true life, Teka's journals are discovered in a long hidden room of the castle. From the journals is published a biography of Aerin's life, leading to a revival of the still present legend. From this comes a musical titled Aerin Fire-hair, as yet another retelling of the tale.

Well, thinks Aerin, it could be interesting to see. And I haven't been keeping track of the legends; it will be good to know what comes of this.

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@damarcore

[hollowfo1k]

What Did He Do?

TW: Death, Blood, Fighting, Shade 

Ship: Sprace, One sided Ralbert

Requested: This was my piece for Mine and @booksbroadwayandbagels Angst Off! Stay tuned for the Ultimate Angst Off to determine who the Queen of Angst is one and for all! Between myself and @well-the-kids-do-too

“Is this a game to you?” Race roared staring Spot down. They were standing on opposite sides of the living room, rage radiating from both of them.

“What do you fucking think?” Spot scoffed crossing his arms.

“At this point,” Race said standing up straighter, “I don’t even know.”

A look of betrayal crossed Spot’s face before the anger returned. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“I donno, Sean! Maybe it means you refuse to let me in! I just want to help you. I don’t remember the last time you talked to me!” I’m talking to you right now.” Spot’s voice was suddenly low and quiet.

“Maybe, but you’re not listening. You’re not listening to me. I’m trying to talk to you.”

“I’m listening Tony. I am.”

It was quiet for the first time in the last hour.

“I just want to love you.” Race whispered finally. Tears were rolling down his cheek, reflecting the setting sun from the window.

“I’m not stopping you.” Race had never heard Spot so quiet, and that just made him angrier.

“Yes you are! We used to be perfect! We used to be the it couple, Spot! Even straight people wanted to be us! What happened?”

“Nothing happened.” It wasn’t convincing.

“You started pulling away. You wouldn't kiss me, or hug me, let alone touch me. I don’t understand!” Race was screaming again, rivers of tears streaming down his face.

“You shouldn’t want to understand!” Spot screamed back, now just as angry.

“You should never want to know what is in my head! Someone like you couldn’t handle it.”

“Someone like me?” Race asked in surprise. “That’s not what I meant.” Spot tried to protest.

“What did you meant then? I’ve been through hell and back to be with you. I’ve been beaten, assaulted, hell I almost fucking died for you Spot! I could be dead! I’ve given you everything Sean. And what do i get in return? A broken glass?” Race gestured to the shattered glass the littered the middle of the living room. The thing that started all of this. “A broken heart?”

Spot looked at the wall ashamed. He never meant for this to happen. For any of this to happen.

“I can’t keep living like this, Sean.” Race whispered. His voice, along with his soul, shattered at the end.

And what came next was the final blow.

“Then leave.”

Those two words changed Race’s life. And ended it.

“Wish I had never met you.”

Race watched at Spot took a step back in shock. Spot regretted the words as soon as he said them, but by the time he tried to take it back the front door was slamming close.

Spot stood for what could have been ten minutes or five hours, he wasn’t sure. The sky was dark by the time he moved.

It was sudden, like Atlas had dropped the weight of the world onto his shoulders.

He crumpled to the ground, knees digging into the glass that had been broken only hours before. He could barely feel the pain in his legs, that of his heart was too overwhelming.

Spot feared that he may have just thrown away everything. Everything he has worked towards. Everything he has built. And everything he has loved. All thrown away by one badly placed comment. Or, maybe it was more than that. Maybe things had been going wrong for a while, but he was so caught up in his head that he didn’t even notice.

Spot didn’t think it couldn’t get any worse.  Boy, was he mistaken.

It had to have been a few hours since Race had left. Spot was pacing the kitchen, not having bothered with the glass and blood in the living room. His phone rang and he stopped dead in his tracks.

Spot lunged to the device and answered, not even checking the caller ID.

“Hello?” He asked frantically.

“Hello, is this Sean Conlon?” A stoic female voice asked.

“This is him.”

“I’m calling from Manhattan Central Hospital.”

And Spot thought that nothing else could break his heart.

“There’s been an accident.”

“What happened?”

“Antonio was helping the victims of a three car collision when-” The woman paused, not sure how to continue. “He was involved in a hit and run.”

Was. Was. No. Nononononononono-

“He was pronounced dead at the scene.”

Spot almost didn’t go to the funeral. Race wouldn’t have wanted everyone to make such a fuss over him. In the end it was David who convinced him to go.

Race always talked about how he wanted his funeral to be fun. To be a celebration of his life. But, that wasn’t what happened. No one could bear to celebrate when something so horrible had happened.

It shouldn't have ended like this.  Spot kept repeating the words in his head. He died thinking you hated him. You told him to leave!

He didn’t say anything until the service had ended. It was pouring rain. Spot was standing next to the grave, tears mixing with the storm. The weather seemed fitting.

Spot heard footsteps behind him but didn’t move. He couldn’t. Those last words still ring in his ears. I can’t live like this.

“It’s getting late.” Spot recognized the voice immediately. Albert, Race’s best friend. “You’re going to get sick if you stand out here any longer.”

“I don’t care.” Spot mumbled, still staring at the headstone.

Antonio Shea Higgins

1997-2018

Beloved Son, Brother, Teacher, Friend, and Boyfriend.

“I wish I could take it all back.” Spot was angry with himself. This was all his fault.

“Spot-”

“I could have saved him!” Spot was yelling but he didn’t care.

“You couldn’t have done anything, Spot!” Albert was yelling too. His black umbrella long forgotten. “Would you get over yourself?”

“Get over myself?” Spot roared in shock. :The love of my life is dead! Fucking dead! And my last words to him were “Leave”! You don’t know what I’m going through!”

“I love him too!” Albert screamed. Spot stopped cold.

“I loved him too.” it was quieter this time. Spot watched as Albert took a deep breath and stood up straight. When he spoke next his voice was calm and even, which hurt more than yelling.

“You got everything i ever wanted. And what did you do? You threw it all away for your own giant ego. So yeah, get over yourself Sean. You’re not special.”

As Spot watched Albert walk away his heart was crushed to dust.

What did he do?

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[silverstarsart]

A poem for @prince-zale​ as well! For the prompt, “Taako and Lucretia eventually growing closer again after Story and Song”. Happy candlenights!

[silverlining-ships]

giggling at this part of a one-shot draft I've been working on

[silver-salt-knife]

Me, at myself, when I side-eye events: 🔫🔫🔫

Seriously... I'm barely managing the Schedule (that no one demanded from me, lol). I can't add anything more.

(Editing takes so much time and energy 😫😣)