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a-gal-with-taste · 4 months
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Soma’s main love languages is acts of service; and feeding his loved ones to look after their hearts is one of many ways he practices this.
Based loosely on Asian customs when it comes to food - translated to an interpretation on how Liyue and Inazuma would see it according to me and co-author @drawlypsy
This was a very fun and sentimental collaborative effort with Psy; who over the months has been co-writing the story of these two with me almost every single day since early this year.
Perhaps at some point in the future, we will be willing to share it with those of you who would care to know and love Soma, Anders and their little found family as much as we do. 💜
Storyboard by kikoren
Sketch by psychushi
Lineart/Flats by kikoren
Rendering by paychushi
Wayward Compass by
kikoren & psychushi
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a-gal-with-taste · 7 months
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I love opening up the notes on a picture of a blorbo and just seeing someone who gets it
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a-gal-with-taste · 9 months
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cocks
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a-gal-with-taste · 1 year
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It's true, I have tastebuds, last-time-I-checked.
This tournament reminds me that Tumblr has no taste 😒
There’s only one person here with taste and it’s @a-gal-with-taste
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a-gal-with-taste · 1 year
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Have you ever seen an old fandom post, one that was made during probably the fandom height and you go through the replies and the reblogs to relive old memories. But then you see names you don't see anymore and you get the urge to want to message them to ask if they're doing okay. They used to like/reblog all these posts, and they used to find so much joy in fandom, and then one day it stopped altogether. It's fine if you fall out of interest, everyone does; you may even still love it, and it's just not at the forefront anymore. but are you okay? are you safe? are you happy? You mean so much still even if you never created any of your own posts/works and only reblogged, your tags and your curation were important. your joy was important. I hope you're okay. I hope you are loved. I hope you are safe.
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a-gal-with-taste · 1 year
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Roses are red
You're full of taste
What do you think of Zhongli?
And his slutty little waist? ❤️
Happy Valentines Day!
HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY, SWEATY MY LOVE ❤🌹❤🌹❤🌹❤
Also, I need everyone to look at this slut-waist, it requires grabbing:
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a-gal-with-taste · 1 year
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silco eating cereal?
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shereal
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a-gal-with-taste · 1 year
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Last Sentence/Last Art Stage Tag Game
Share the latest line from your WIP (or post where you last left off with your art) and tag as many people as there are words in the line.
Make a new post, don’t reblog.
Thanks to @insult-2-injury and @sweatandwoe for the tag ♡
Silence grips the air between you, and panic pricks at your heart. Instinct orders you to release him, retreat, and back away to your own side of the bed... but, there's also a demand greater than the urge to flee.
And, for better or worse, you give into the more-powerful impulse, and press closer.
Tagging: @ink-and-dagger @chickenparm @sweatandwoe @sherwood-forests and whoever else ♡
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a-gal-with-taste · 1 year
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Underappreciated Screenshots | Part 1
Or, this crime rat-man is ridiculous and I love him, your honor:
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10/10, just thinking about that boat on the lakehouse while waiting for Marcus to stfu
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S m o o s h e d f a c e
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Silco: 😰
For real tho, seeing Vander like THAT put the fear of God into this man, but his little pixilated panic-
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"... Huh. I think I'll have nightmares about something other than drowning tonight, thanks Singed."
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Little bit of a heartbreaker, but his face when he wakes up to an empty, bloody table and no Jinx, I-
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Oop-
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Instant-regret intensifying
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I have to crack up because I am DYING to know how the rest of the scene went:
Did Silco climb his twiggy, slim-jim self up to help Sevika down?
Did he have to explain to his goons why he needed a step-ladder?
Did he just start complaining about his day while she was stuck up there? "Sevika, Vander's daughter dropped my own insignia on me-!" "Sir, I'm literally hanging from the ceiling."
And last but not least:
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The first Iook at a nearly non-existent ass
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a-gal-with-taste · 1 year
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Hey Kiko 😘
Lil question: this there a happy ending alternative for this story?
https://at.tumblr.com/kikorenart/imagine-older-silco-seeing-kiyna-after-a-long/i4jkkz5h3mwp
Love to see that 🥰 thank you 🙏🏻
PS.: I’m the same anon. 😄
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Gentleman
Her hand was softer than he remembered as he took it gingerly, the rough pad of his thumb grazing gently across the length of her pinky as he gave it a chaste kiss in greeting; the quaint sort that he saved for whenever he required the finesse to charm Barons of the fairer kind.
He hoped the nervous tremor of his own hand wasn’t as noticeable as he perceived it to be.
“The years have been kind to you, Kiyna.” Silco said as he glanced up to her face, a faint twitch of his lips giving her a grimace of a smile that made his mouth inadvertently touch her skin again. He let it linger there as long as she let him.
She seemed pensive throughout the entire exchange, and it was only when she caught this bashful look of his that her own lips finally, finally turned up into a smile that gradually lightened into a bright laugh.
“What’s this?” Kiyna’s nose crinkled as she grinned, “Since when did you turn into such a gentleman, Sil?”
“…a recent development, I’m sorry to say.” He feels his shoulders ease as a rasp that sounds like a chuckle spills alongside his growing smile. “Disappointed?”
“Only if it persists,” Kiyna’s head tilts curiously at Silco; noting that even as their initial greeting had long since come and gone, he still hasn’t let go of her hand. “It’s just me, after all.”
“Yes,” Silco’s voice quiets as if his next words were a joyous little secret, “just you.”
Later, he invites her to dinner that very same evening and she readily agrees; the tentative embers of hope stirring deep within his chest.
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a-gal-with-taste · 1 year
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Dear diary,
today I spent all of my waking hours simping for the old man again. It was nice. Sadly, he did not show up to give me kisses. Will try again tomorrow. The yearning never stops. 😔✊🏼
xoxo
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a-gal-with-taste · 1 year
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Thank you so much to @silcoitus for commissioning this adorable crime lord ❤️ Loved making this portrait ! Smooch
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a-gal-with-taste · 1 year
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My biggest criticism of tumblr sexyman poll thing is that Silco from Arcane isn't on it
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a-gal-with-taste · 1 year
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Just a cute little concept I had last night and decided to refine today! Who doesn't love a pocket-sized companion?
This was a cool new style I'm trying out, can't wait to see where it takes me✨🍓
(Everyone say thank you to @a-gal-with-taste for inspiring me)
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a-gal-with-taste · 1 year
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29 and 38 | Silco x Reader
:3c
Oh, you're evil. I love you
Troupe Mash-Up | Wedding-Fic & Grief-Fic | Silco/F!Reader | ANGST | Fears of Mortality | Discussions of Death | Pre-Canon | Feral/Sad Zaunite Revolutionaries | Speed-Wedding | Hopeful Ending
You didn't have time for this.
You knew that, and a part of you had always known. There wasn't nearly enough time for this, for anything.
There had never, ever been enough time, and it's proven, by how quickly the ashes dissipated into the waves: forgotten, and swallowed up by the sea.
So, impossibly, horrfiyingly quickly.
Dully, you blink slowly as the current does-away with what remains -- they say death is so permanent, but a mere-blink, and all existence of it is already gone.
You give another slow blink, before you turn to him. In the same instant, sea-green eyes find yours and you immediately lose kinship with thought, with air-
Silco's eyes are as turbulent as the crashing-waves of the River Pilt before you both, dark grey-blues that bleed into the vibrancy of the sea. Fascination doesn't even scratch the surface of explaining what you feel when you normally look into that ever-thinking gaze... but right now, when you look into those bright hues, fascination is not what you feel.
You feel afraid.
Strangling you, choking you, there is a sudden, desperate jolt of fear that courses in your veins as you stare back at him, gazing into eyes so fierce and alive...
And knowing, from recent experience, just how quickly eyes like that can grow dull and dead-
"Marry me."
You don't have time.
You never, ever have enough time.
And you don't dare want to waste another second.
Considering how he only takes a single moment to consider, it's clear Silco has no-intentions of wasting time with you, either.
"Okay. When?"
"Now."
"Now?"
He's moreso curious, rather than shocked or indignant, perhaps even outraged at the demand. Maybe he should be... you are, of course, asking him to wed you at a funeral of friends.
But maybe that's the best place to wed. In the sight of what remains of friends, dead and gone.
Or maybe you've at last lost your sanity, it really feels like a toss-up. "You can say no," You inform him, shrugging a bit limply, letting out a small chuckle that is far from mirthful. "Yes, no... it makes no difference."
"It makes no difference whether or not we get married?"
Again, the Son of Zaun is only curious about the entire situation at-present. Keen for answers, but not seeking judgement or admonishment for your... less-than ideal timing, and lack of ring.
Turning away from the bright green, unjudging and daresay gentle glint of his gaze, your own travels to gaze back down into the waters below.
The waves are already clear.
It's sickening, how clean the water is already.
Fingertips touch your chin, and feeling strangely weightless as Silco tips your head back over, from the waves, to him. His eyes flick over your expression, the perpetual flat-line of his lips curling downwards at the edges and brows furrowing.
"I would prefer not to have a crying bride at my wedding," He says, but it's not meant to be insulting.
Regardless, your eyes still roll and your hand raises to tap-away his fingers. "I'm not crying-"
"But you're grieving." He insists.
You scoff, and it's ragged. "I wonder why-"
"We've faced death before. Personally and at a distance - It's an ever-present constant of Zaun, that you and I have both faced many, many times over," Silco pauses. Takes a small, tiny breath, that cracks at the calm expression on his face while his hand trails down, to grip at your own just a bit too tightly as his eyes darken. "It's... not easy."
Understatement. Zaunites are tough, but tragically, forever human at their core.
"But," He continues, squeezing your fingers until they twitch, and he returns to himself. From murky depths, the bright shine of his green-eyes returns when they mean your own gaze. "Typically... marriage-proposals don't erupt from such finality. So I feel the need to ask, why?"
A pause, where there's only the crashing waves and a distant rumble far overhead to speak in your stead.
You find your voice after a minute longer, when that grip on your hand starts to lessen and pull-away. "I love you."
"And I love you," He says, easily. "But why?"
He's not asking why you love him, because that's obvious enough.
You never have had the security of a promised-future, but your past has been long-since entwined with his. Death may be an ever-present constant for Zaun, but Silco has been your ever-present constant.
From the lowest-streets of the Sumps, to the highest-rooftops of the Fringes. From children of trash, to the Children of Zaun... You've done it all-together.
Again, you don't have the time. The unguaranteed of tomorrow, the nonexisting-promise of the future... that's been proven, many, many times over, and there's ashes already forgotten in the river, to help keep the reminder fresh.
"I can't lose you too," You admit in a whisper. Staying still, no longer dismissive or defiant when his hand comes up once-more to hold your chin, so he may continue to hold your gaze. "Why? Because I can't. I just... I can't, Silco."
"You will. One day."
It's a fact, and it's spoken as such. Silco is the kind that will go down thrashing, clawing, roaring and taking down as many with him when his heart-stops, and such a fact is one you have known for the entire time you have been in his life.
Still, you scoff and glare at him for saying it aloud, so flippantly. "You think I'll just sit by the sidelines? Think I won't go down fighting beside you, before I have to lose you?"
The fingers on your chin squeeze, and you become away of how chilly the air is, when compared to how warm his breath is on your face, and how his eyes blaze at your implication. "And you think I won't fight death-itself to prevent losing you?"
Another rumble from the stormclouds overhead.
The next time you speak, the sky has cracked open, and the fall of rain joins the spray of the sea that is steadily drenching you both.
"We'll lose one-another eventually. It's hardly a contest."
"It's an inevitably," Silco agrees, but it's clear he's not exactly thrilled at the prospect. He'll likely drag Piltover to hell with him, when the time comes... but it's not difficult to imagine he is a man willing to take the entire rest of the world down, should you fall-first.
It shouldn't be an endearing as it is. It shouldn't make you feel breathless as you are, and yet-
"Then if I have to lose you, let me have you first." You whisper in a hoarse tone, somehow still audible for him to hear... though it's equally unsurprisingly. He's so close, you might as well be sharing the same breaths of air. "Let me have you, have me, for as long as we got."
"I thought you said it made no difference, if we got married."
"It'll make no difference to the ashes." They won't care whether or not you wore rings on your hands, one of which turns to grasp onto his. "It would mean everything to me. You... you, mean everything to me."
Sappy as a trashy-romance, but one can afford to be sentimental at a funeral.
And a wedding, if the equal-squeezing of fingers around your own is any indication of Silco's choice.
You lean forward - now truly taking-in every inhale he exhales - to rest your forehead to his, the dark, dripping tendrils of his long dark hair acting as a bit of a curtain as he tips his face down, his lips brushing agaisny your own when you move them minutely.
"Silco, marry me."
"Okay. When?"
Your eyes close, and there's the beginnings of a smile.
There was some old netting up ahead, strong and sturdy despite age and disuse. No one would notice a few inches of twine hacked away, until the tied-loops could be replaced by true bands.
No one would notice two rebels, alone in the rain, with only the waves and ashes to hear the whispered promises, eternal vows Silco and you would speak.
Somewhat of a morbid ceremony. Not many brides would prefer it.
But you only smile at the mental image, that would soon be reality.
"Now?" There's too little time left to wait any longer than that. And you love him, by many, many facts, but also by the fact that he seems to agree.
"Now."
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a-gal-with-taste · 1 year
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Celebrating the PP collective by turning them into a vine compilation.
@ink-and-dagger | @iseutz | @lemonmancer | @chickenparm | @sweatandwoe | @a-gal-with-taste | @aromansoul | @drawlypsy | @venranae | @henbased | @euaveri | @lemonemlyn | @pomegranatebat | @lemmielem | @insult-2-injury | @six-feet-sleep | @designfailure56 | @thesaltybuns
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