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29 and 38 | Silco x Reader
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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."
#holy shit I finished something??#i WROTE something?#this was sweaty's fault#and y'all better thank her for it#THANK YOU SWEATY#silco#arcane#arcane silco#silco x reader#drabble#request#also i'm not editing this#you're going to take this treat and you're going to like it (i hope)#little different from what i write tone-wise but i had fun with this one#arcane fic#silco fic#arcane x reader
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I love thinking about the little things Will and Hannibal would do for each other in their "very" post-fall/murder husbands life. Like Will making Hannibal a herb garden, Hannibal stealing a dog he thinks Will would like (or like I read in a fic, he risks his life to get Winston back for Will). Will building Hannibal a book nook or a small library in their shared home. Hannibal choosing a rustic home near a lake, "so you won't be too far away from me when you go fishing". Will trying his best to cook for Hannibal when he is sick or too hurt or tired. Hannibal making gourmet versions of Will's favorite snacks. Hannibal making Will his own cologne, because "this one enhances your natural scent without overpowering it", or hand washing Will's nicer clothes. Will learning how to properly wash their nice kitchenware, or letting Hannibal wash his hair, even though he takes too long, because "I know you like it so much". Anyway don't mind me dying.
#also not my fault H gives off male wife vibes#he'd happily hand wash those damn linen shirts okay#also the image of will all sweaty and dirty from gardening pls kmn#and hannibal behind him on the sink teaching him to wash their nice dishes their soapy hands tangled AAA#what sins have i committed to not deserve a season 4??#hannigram#nbc hannibal#hannibal#will graham#hugh dancy#murder husbands#hannibal lecter#mads mikkelsen
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Remembering a time in around 2017-ish when I was talking about the lack of variety in female villains, and I said that I really wanted to see a lady mad scientist character who's huge, hairy, grimy, kind of a slimeball, infuriatingly arrogant, has a jaw like a lumber axe, etc
And an anon said "ooh, you'll love [character name]!" so I said oh? A butch badguy for me? A treat? So I looked them up, and it was the most generic skinny 20-something anime boy I'd ever seen
Like, Anon meant well, I'm sure, but I was so baffled at how they could've misunderstood the original post so badly
#thoughts.txt#me: sigh. i wanna see a big huge gnarly toothy sweaty villain lady with a massive ego and she has to be BEEFY#anon: oh you will love this [sends me a twig thin anime boy who apparently does science sometimes and is just kind of mean]#dear heart....darling...i can't fault you for trying...
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Reigen smiling with his eyes closed is pretty...
And while he's not, it's just cute...
🫠
#im smitten#well i always am but#its bones fault hes so babygirl this season#hes a sweaty man#cute sweaty man#reigen arataka#mp100
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DP as in dick and pit the way the cobras/Kreese would pound Johnny till he cried and shove his face in their sweaty arm pits
#Actually they’re all nasty bitches and huff musk#See each other get all sweaty and go ‘I wonder how you’d taste if I lathered you in honey and licked you up and down’#had to be said#But he specifically likes sucking their dicks after they worked out/wrestled each other#This is actually not my fault someone else put these ideas in my head ok#Looking RIGHT at you person#ok maybe I had already thought about it#og cobras x Johnny#guess my underwear nasty brain developed#sweat kink#scent kink#Thats just how it is fellas#safety first#nsft#kreerence
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Sometimes I go to whine on this blog like its my diary and I have to hold myself by the scruff cus theres more of you here than there was when I originally started this blog. Like theres actually people here I’m not just venting into the void the void might talk back and I dont want to burden the void I just wanna yell for a bit you know??
#screaming into a pillow btw#i hate hormones I’m convinced thats part of why I’m feeling so off kilter still#the blanket of melancholy is so comfortable but also uncomfortable at the same time#like riding the line between nostalgic cozy (too used to the sads) and Just Warm Enough To Be Slightly Sweaty#convoluted little metaphor sorry#theres no fault here i just forget the grief comes in waves u know#tho if we go with the waves metaphor I’m sure if i just float ill pop back up to the surface or whatever#grief#lux.txt
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medical professionals in hungary are a joke btw
#dude made me SOB during the adhd test because apparently im a spoiled loser who expects mommy and daddy to pay for everything#he was so fucking mean#he also said that it's my fault that i dont have friends#and i should get on tinder instead of moping in my room??#i left the room with my fingers bleeding and sweaty as hell#anyway 💖 i dont feel good
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girl who want to leave and another girl who thinks wearing dark jeans and putting shoes on is "fancy" (who also wants to leave)
full vers under cut
#anthro#sfw furry#artists on tumblr#art#if blake looks stoned its because she is <3#weirdgirls#cat#wolf#my art#sanctuary#theyre like 18 in this pic. high school seniors#they were NOT canonically friends at this time but i wanted to draw it anyways#this is AS FORMAL as blake gets. ever#and eve just kind of wears dorky clothes when trying to dress up... its not her fault </3#furry#eve hesitant to actually touch blake because not only does she REEK of weed but is also. so so sweaty#and she is canonically stepping on her foot on purpose <3#its not because i didnt feel like redrawing the feet to make more sense shhhh#and yes i painstakingly fucking copy pasted a shitty star all over that background
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my goal with all my Thralls designs, especially those that appear in part 1 (yes there are parts, don't ask..........), is that you could reduce them to 30 polygons and they would still somewhat read as those characters. so Big Shapes it is.
#thoughts#thralls of power#animatic project#this is the reason behind serielle's absolutely stupid hairdo#this would read well in a N64 scenario. and I'm trying to maintain that sort of cohesion#Maddsen is almost too tame for the general artistic vibe#I tried to give him a stupid necklace that is way too big and ornate and to limit details#but#(also my new designs don't look nearly sweaty enough)#(all the oot characters feel sweaty to me for some reason)#(I think it's the concept art's fault the way they are rendered make them feel sweaty)#(also: not enough knees nor belly buttons showing. everyone's knees are out in this game. or at least the leg shape is emphasized)#(totk had the feet and oot had the knees.... TP had the tits.)#(this series has range. or something)
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As someone with chronic illness it's always confused me when people fear-monger about HRT by saying stuff like "It has a chance to cause [insert symptom here] as a side effect!" Like yeah man, that's kinda what medications do. They cause side effects, it's basically like a law of equivalent exchange thing. You discuss with your doctor your options and weigh whether the side effects are worth the benefit. I thought everyone knew this?
#trans#like medicine is just like that#my antidepressant makes me really sweaty but it also makes me not want to kill myself so i think it's a decent trade off#my ozempic makes me nauseous sometimes but it also is treating my liver so it doesn't fucking fail and kill me so I'll take the nausea#my birth control makes me very slightly more likely to develop blood clots but it also prevents my period and improves quality of life#whenever you start a new medication your doctor should explain to you the benefits and risks and you have to consent to those risks#if your doctor doesn't properly explain it then that's the fault of the doctor and not the medication#but also like most doctors will do a much better job at explaining those risks to you than transphobes on the internet will#and if you have a concern you can ask your doctor if it's something worth worrying about or not.
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4x02 | Infected
#happy sinday#Rick Grimes#*#rg#S4#excuse me but The Nose™#back fuzzies#rogue neck fuzzies 💙#sweaty curls#a snarl#THESE ARE A FEW OF MY FAVORITE THINGS#if you don't want to rest your face between his shoulder blades what is wrong with you#i didn't make him take off his shirt and burn it#it's not my fault#why are backs attractive call bill nye i need science
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you CUNT. what the fuck.
#this is abt my new supervisor at work#i changed teams a couple weeks back cuz i didnt have enough to do anymore on my old team#and my new team supervisor??? seemed nice enough but shes literally just being a dick for no reason#shes just being fucking passive aggressive as shit#i sent her an email last week like 'hey im outta stuff to work on already n i just wanted to see if there was anything else i could do?'#esp bc. i literally transferred over bc of insufficient workload yk?#and she gets back to me being like 'well there is actually lots to do but since you havent been trained yet you cant do it'#and then proceeded to Not tell me who i should talk to abt doing said training#and there was a general vibe of 'its YOUR fault that you dont have enough work to do bc of your limited availability' like...#and TODAY????? today i clocked in n checked my email and she had#1) re-assigned work that i ALREADY FUCKING DID to another person on a flimsy fucking excuse#(she said that all emails to a given client should be from the same person so the client doesnt get confused????)#and 2) she sent me ANOTHER email being like#'umm you should have sent me an updated version of this draft with the issued invoice. why havent you done that already'#'also just fyi sweaty you have to actually track these matters until the email is sent. bc you are stupid and clearly dont know that'#'someone else handled while you were out bc you SUCK'#you wanna know why i didnt follow up??? bc i was OUT on monday (when the invoice was issued)#and it wasnt unplanned or anything. i communicated my planned absence HEAVILY in advance#and yet its still my fault that i like. didnt respond to emails that day?? bitch???#anyways. rip to me ig <3#whatever the fuck
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Who’s a character that didn’t deserve their fate?
📣ANTHONY DIMMOND!
I will die on this motherfucking hill!!
#JusticeForAnthonyDimmond #HannibalDidHimDirty in so many ways! 😉
Seriously, not his fault he’s not Will! At least H rocked his world!
#mads mikkelsen#tom wisdom#Hannibal#hannibal Lecter#antony dimmond#Hannibal Did Him So Wrong#Not His Fault He’s Not A Sweaty Bisexual Nightmare#That’s What He Ended Up With
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mark scenario 001
[3:42 AM]
you couldn't help tossing and turning in the dead of night. it's your bad habit, just like how yuta is a compulsive liar ("I'm not that bad! I swear-") and how hyuck is never aware of how actually loud he is ("WOULD YOU STOP SAYING IM LOU-"). especially when summer is creeping up faster than expected and you're sharing a bed with your lovely, but very warm blooded, boyfriend, it's hard to lay still.
"babe," mark croaks, "could you please stop moving around? we have early classes tomorrow and i know how you get when you're sleep deprived." mark has never been one to bode well with even the slightest of cold temperatures, always wearing his north face puffer even when its may and the flowers are blooming. he wouldn't understand your discomfort so you decide to keep quiet and pretend you're already fast asleep.
when you peek at mark from the corner of your eye, you can see he's getting up from the comfortable bed to the window, pushing up the glass and turning on the ceiling fan. a small smile grows on your face as you turn to face the other direction. the guy who knows you the best and doesn't need to hear it aloud to sacrifice his own comfort for yours.
when you feel mark lay back down next to you, you close your eyes and sleep without interruptions.
#mark lee#mark lee x you#mark lee x reader#mark lee fanfic#yuta and haechan are menaces#but we love them <3#nct x reader#mark x y/n#nct x you#nct drabbles#soft mark lee#its june and im sweati#if theres any spelling mistake its not my fault#first time writing in years pls forgive me 😭
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FUCK imagine if i was a person who goes to showssss. imagine if i could be happy in a loud crowded room. imagine if i could stand for more than seven minutes at a time. IMAGINE.
#bc i cantttr#imagine. to be surrounded by people who enjoy the same thing as you and feel ecstatically sweaty and alive#and NOT feel like throwing up and passing out and dying#i would be a hundred times cooler if the positives of seeing live music outweighed the negatives#i would probably enjoy music in general even more if the possibility of seeing a band live was exciting to me#!!!#ugh….😞#butit’s not my fault that i’m pathetic…#sorry i complained about not being cool i know that’s like. not a cool thing to do.#do u still like me 🥺
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spicy six band au wiTH NANCY AS BAND MANAGER!!! YOUR BRAIN!!!!!
90’s grunge/punk/shoegaze spicy six band has me in a chokehold as of the past 30 minutes bestie i can’t do this no more
#himboharringtxn#i am mostly thinking abt argyle on the drums all sweaty hair flyin everywhere#I’m. having thoughts okay#and bassist Steve?#I’m dying and it’s my own fault
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