A Piece I Made For My Brothers Birthday! Full Disclosure, Ive Only Seen One Episode Of The Anime So I

A piece I made for my brother’s birthday! Full disclosure, I’ve only seen one episode of the anime so I really just copied some images I got off of Google and somehow his muscles got nerfed along the way…

Sorry, One Piece fans… ^^;

@llondonfog & @bluelightning16 's very self-indulgent and WILD twst wonderland ch 7 theory —buckle up

The child hadn't perished after all.

Failure— she had forgotten in her long, long reign its bitter taste as she stares at the thinly veiled concern building in her once-hardened General's crimson eyes, tapered fingers tightening imperceptibly along the arm of her throne as he explains in a strained voice that the palace healers had discovered his adopted human son was somehow cursed with a sleeping spell.

How? What had gone awry?

Everything had been so intricately planned, the silken seduction of a spider's web laid in place to ensnare all those fools who thought to challenge their very existence, to challenge her. The war had been in their favor from the very beginning, the measly human kingdoms no match for fae power, majesty, and might. It would have been all too easy to subdue those that remained, to let them remember the cost of what it meant to incur the wrath of those far superior to them. An all but assured victory would have been in their grasp, the opportunity to finally smite the greedy who had dared for so long to ravage their lands and seize the power within, had it not been for one rebellious kingdom that thought it had the right to sue for peace.

And then, her idiotic son had somehow gone soft, had actually proposed that they bend a knee to the humans and listen to their compromise! As if none of their suffering had mattered, as if the despair of their people who had been persecuted by humankind meant nothing to him! If he had been a changeling, she might have laughed— for he surely could not have been any blood of hers. It was unfortunate, for even she could be sorrowful, that he and his wife mysteriously perished in an apparent human ambush, leaving behind their only son now hers to claim.

It was also unfortunate that there needed to be arrangements for an old court ally to purr promises of wealth and power to a greedy mage privileged enough to serve as a confidant to the human royals, in exchange for a very simple task indeed. A fae curse of sleeping death, a painless end (and far more than they deserved) that would eradicate the royal family and incite the people into a frenzy that somehow they had been betrayed. It had only been too easy for her esteemed General to overpower the now leaderless kingdom, satisfied with the reports of the royal family's elimination.

Yet, those reports hadn't been accurate.

She knows that now, staring at the silver-haired child clinging to Vanrouge's leg, auroral eyes so much like that of his mother. The sleeping curse had somehow failed on the child, and fickle, gleeful fate had delivered him straight into the arms of the very fae who had led the assault to decimate what would have been his own kingdom.

But this child in complete ignorance of his inheritance, this little, precious, gleaming tool yet to be molded— Silver, was it?

Vanrouge had always been so quaint with his names.

Perhaps all was not yet lost. She had seen the way those opalescent eyes stare with utter adoration at Vanrouge, and watch Malleus perform his magic with wonder and awe. There was promise there, formation of vulnerable bonds that could set the course of the next century in motion.

The human would die for her grandson.

She'd ensure it.

Glass Pieces!!

I just finished the brief glassblowing course I was taking today, so here are some of my pieces! They’re not very good, but hey, doing this by hand is harder than it looks… TT Shot glasses and bottles are my specialties. ;)

Wow, this Endless Halloween Night event is really showing us the... less savory sides of Lilia’s parenting.  And while I do enjoy the insight into his character, showing that he’s not the perfect, omniscient father that a lot of the fandom portrays him as—myself included ^^;—it’s still somewhat unsettling to see.

Are we finally going to get a more serious glimpse into how his distance and lesser capacity to empathize (cough Silver’s first birthday SSR cough) have affected his son in Book Seven? I really hope so... It would be very interesting to explore what morals, emotions, and relationships on the whole, particularly familial ones, mean to the fae.  Do they place the same importance on blood ties that humans do?  (Judging from Sebek’s eagerness to denounce his mortal side, this might not be the case...)  What even is the meaning of such fleeting matters in the face of eternity?

Or perhaps his willingness to leave Silver alone is something that stems more from circumstance; after spending so long trapped in a never-ending cycle of war and death, leaving a child to navigate the world on their lonesome may simply feel like the norm.  After all, when was the last time they got to experience the warm comfort of a parent’s coddling embrace?

But, whatever the case, let’s take this seriously, twst...!  We don’t need any more “jokes” about something that can be genuinely concerning and hurtful—not that I’m referencing any situations in particular, of course—when we can have some scrumptious angst for Silver instead.

Besides, how else are we going to get a final, parting line from Lilia, whispering, “I’m sorry, Silver.  I never meant to fail you this way... my dear son...” as he looks upon his beautiful child one last time? :’)