#silver oc

He reaches Joel's fairground, flowers in hand, Scar takes his time on giving each grave one flower. There's a moment where it runs out, but…

There's one extra grave. Scar confused, walks closer, he sits down, he's sure that that's not a player. He tries to read the name of the grave, yet doesn't understand it.

It's that language, isn't it? The one Silver and Sleepy used! Galaxyc? No idea. But Scar did show Silver the graves. Maybe they were the one that did it?

…but who's under here then? Scar takes out a shovel, prays for the dead and digs out the blocks. There's a book. And Scar recognizes it.

...

It takes a while for Scar to find Silver, but once he does so, he's smiling, yet his eyes are glaring at them.

“Well, hello there, my lovely Silver! How are you on this fine day?”

-- @secret-life-scar-blog

Talking to Copper was as tiring as before, his need to know what blood was had vanished into their other wants of entertainment. I had to return at some point, my limbs where still freezing cold.

I knew I was pathetic and I Knew I was weak. Came with the whole void being thing.

I believed lots of things Copper had told me, but one thing I did not tolerate was them saying that Sleepy wasn’t my son. He was. And now he’s…not here at all.

Though Scar’s appearance…I wasn’t as surprised as I should’ve been.

@boooootomatotomato tumblr is being dumb so I had to make a post

Here ya go!!!! My main oc and my sona

go wish @ghoulishflockofcrows a happy birthday too! >< (my twin sibling!!!)

a Soul King oc concept, calling them Silver for the time being

Soul Kings are a rare occurrence when many Souls get lost, are drawn together, and through a slow process become Soul Kings that take on the undulating energy shapes of dragons. Many souls come together to make one existing being.

Botanist Whumpee masterlist

So, I got distracted and made lots of picrews. Enjoy!

Alyssa and Sebastian Beaumont:

Alyssa only (when she's with Beaumont):

Alyssa and Silver:

they say he’s meaner than most, that John Silver, a sharp shot and a smart blade, and a keen elbow and a fierce snap of fist against skin.

they say he’s sailed further than most, that John Silver, a wanted poster in all seven seas, and no less than three naval fleets that have fallen to his prowess, sharp and smart and strong, and

they say there was a boy that sailed with him, that John Silver, green eyes and young, young as a pirate always is, and they say that the navy got him, bloodied waters, broken skin, and old John Silver, he hasn’t quite been the same since.

they say he’s going north, that John Silver, past the fifth, sixth, and seventh seas, to a new unknown, no map, no boat, but a crew, and a pact, and a future, and a past, and an in between that might be worth more than everything else at the end.