#silvertail

[percyweasleyapologist]

Peter Pettigrew core

[starkayezer]

Nobody ever called Peter pretty, and then the most gorgeous person he'd ever met told him he was prettier than any magic they'd ever seen, and Peter just about died from it.

[star-crossedloverboy-official]

seeing what ships are pink in the tags ^^

[chronic-pessimist0b]

the reason why peter and xeno work so well together is because they both understand what being on the outside feels like. what being the overlooked sibling is like. they sit in a shadow, but it's okay because they're sat there together. and that's ultimately what kills them. they both understand each other too well. peter understands why xeno wants nothing to do with the war and in turn xeno understands why peter betrays his friends. but they still resent one another for their choices. empathy is their connecting thread but when they are too close for too long, it strangles them both.

[mikalilys]

Okay so I was yapping to my friend about regupete, and then I saw a bunch of those edits to the song that goes “you were kind I was cruel in another life maybe I was you” and hear me out because that’s so regupete!!! Hear me out rn.

Like the lyrics???

You were kind - young peter

I was cruel - young regulus

In another life maybe I was you - the parallels!!! Of Regulus who never really had a chance after Sirius left, of Peter who had the chance to be so much more.

And I grew up into something good - Peter being seen as ‘good’ after the war because he framed Sirius, and the public deemed him a hero, Regulus being ‘bad’ but ending up dying just to do something good, not even knowing if anyone would find out about it.

Somebody who could swallow love - Peter having all the opportunities, friends, people who trusted him.

I bet you grew up eating at the table - Them both being jealous of each other, Regulus because he never had the familial love Peter did, and Peter because Regulus had the respect that he yearned for, literally ‘eating at the table’ aka death eater meetings.

Fed love from silver spoons - Regulus having the money, the opportunities, being fed money like it was love and Peter being loved so easily and having all these things given to him on a silver platter (also silver?? Like peters silver hand?? Like one of their ship names is literally silverwater??)

Reasons to be grateful - both of them ultimately wanting what the other has got, Peter wanting respect, wanting individuality, wanting to be able to make his own choices, and Regulus wanting love, family and friendship, trust, and being able to make his own choices.

The thing is, they both think each other have all these choices but they don’t. It’s always others telling them what they need to do, and in the end they both combat that by betraying and deflecting, and helping the other side of the war.

I need edits guys 😖

Anyway thanks @starsand-moons for yapping about regupete with me!!! Your point about them both hesitating and that being what causes their demise?? I’m obsessed omg!!

[vulcajes-archive]

xenopeter?

Xenopeter/Silvertail moodboard

[ripple-clangen]

Moon 0, Part 1

[creepiecreator]

Understanding Him

Terrence Silver wasn't like the rest of the soldiers in their unit. He stood out like a sore thumb, so of course Ponytail fell into the habit of judging the other..or at least. He did at first.

This is just an exercise to get me back into writing for now, so not my best work! But enjoy your Implied Future Silvertail either way! __________________________________

Terrence Silver wasn’t like the rest of them. Seth, now nicknamed Ponytail thanks to his signature hairstyle, could pin that the first moment that he had seen him. He was taller than practically everyone in their unit, skinnier too. The man was more like a tree branch than a tree in that regard. And hence, Ponytail had given him the moniker of Twig extremely early on. Course, he knew it annoyed the hell out of the other man from the moment that it had been given too. But he didn’t exactly care either. He was friends with him, sure, but there was no doubting that Ponytail was closer to John than he was to Terry.

It wasn’t technically the guys fault. John was just more like Seth when it came down to it. They were both shorter than Terry, both of them had more muscle than him and they both came from working class backgrounds. They both had a pension for finding trouble too. Of course, the difference was John didn’t really ask for it, instead it often found him in forms of abusive boyfriends or husbands, and him getting into fights to protect their girl from them. For Ponytail, it was more self-inflicted than not. He had typically ended up causing his own problems, whether it be through pranks or saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. When his actions inevitably came back to haunt him, he would deal with it of course. He’d complain about it some, despite it most certainly being all his fault. But he’d still take it like the man he was.

Terry, he didn’t seem to be any of that. His soft hands and build made it seem as if he had never seen a day of hardship in his life, his demeanor was more fitting of a socialite rather than a soldier. It was pretty clear that he had come from money, unlike the rest of them. And on occasions, Ponytail would find himself questioning why this man had ended up out here. Why he hadn’t paid his way out of getting the draft, as the rich and famous often did.

Ponytail thought of himself as a pretty nice guy overall. And he hated to admit this, but those prejudices against the other man were exactly what prevented him from being as close to him as he was to John Kreese. He’d never once say any of those thoughts out loud though. Which seemed to, at the very least, make him a better man than the others in their unit. He had overheard what they called the taller man, both to his face and behind his back. Some weren’t the worst. Like Richie Rich or soft, other times they were slinging real insults, calling him faggot or worse. But still, when it came down to it. It was just name-calling. So when John got even with them, Seth often wouldn’t get involved with the fights himself. Instead, he’d just give the lanky man a few reassuring words here and there.

As time went on though, he started to notice more and more about the men he fought alongside. On rough nights, where exhaustion hung heavy on his bones and yet, he couldn’t quite reach the peaceful sleep his mind so desired, he learned that Twig would often lie awake at night as well, looking to be holding back tears. Ponytail could figure out what that meant easily enough. He didn’t want to be here like the rest of them, and he was terrified to be in the midst of war. Some men signed up for this, sure. But any man who reacted like that very clearly didn’t want to be here. Maybe there was a reason that the guy didn’t pay his way out of the draft. Maybe he had a family who forced him into this. Truthfully, that wouldn’t be a stretch to believe, considering how many parents he had seen back at home, dragging their older sons to the recruitment office to be sent off to fight in the jungles of Vietnam. He had taken a point to try to be more attentive after that night. Wanting to see exactly what kind of man Twig was, beyond the rumors and insults that the others had spoken. He was talking to him more than he had before, putting in more of an effort to be closer to him the same way Ponytail was with their Johnny. He had noticed how attentive Twig seemed to be to both him and John, his intelligence, and how he cared so much about them despite being terrified himself. There was no doubt in his mind. Twig was a good man, one he was proud to call his friend despite the differences between them and despite any insults or rumors anyone else may throw about.

He had no doubt in his mind that Terrence Silver was the type of man he would take a bullet for.