Silco's Prototype Just Chilling In Ep7??

Silco's prototype just chilling in ep7??

Snippet - A Monstrous Suitor - Forward, but Never Forget/XOXO

“It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a nation, must be in want of a wife.”

Just, y’know, don’t let him anywhere near your actual family….

Forward, but Never Forget/XOXO - on AO3

During brunch, Chross—the old prankster—sits Silco beside fashionable matrons and their eligible daughters. One by one, Chross makes a show of asking Silco about his private life, and the privations that go hand-in-hand with his seat of privilege. A farce worthy of the Demacian Bard. Silco plays his own part impeccably; half the game is being a good sport.

During a lull, he leans towards Chross and whispers, “Digging an early grave?”

They’re old allies; Chross can take a joke. Even if it’s only half-playful.

Chross offers a yellowing crescent of a grin. “Come now, Silco. One can do worse than choosing from such colorfully-arrayed dolls.”

“Shall I take them home to Jinx?”

“Jinx is young and has her whole life ahead for dollies,” Chross chides. “You, on the other hand, must choose one on the shelf. It will be a political statement. A symbol of inner stability. Our leader can’t have a reputation as a hot-footer.”

Silco circles a fingertip across the rim of his teacup. Pomegranate tea. An offshoot of a successful Ionian trade deal.

“I’ll survive.”

“Take it from a shriveled old relic. Many a gentleman survives the gilded halls, only to be gutted in the ladies’ boudoirs.”

“I do enjoy a good gutting.”

“Don’t tempt fate, my boy.”

“Nor should you.” Silco smiles, mouth a slash of serrated ivory. “Otherwise I might propose a union.” At the look of bemusement on Chross’ face, he unhurriedly corrects, “Oh no, dear friend. I don’t mean between old vipers like us. I mean with one of your charming daughters.”

Chross laughs—a horrid faux-cheerful whinny. “Would you? Delightful!”

Pecking a sip from the edge of his teacup, Silco kisses the red droplets with his teeth. “No less delightful than they. Candidly, it’s hard to choose. Marlene is so fiery. But I’d burn out for her in no time. Bianca is sweet, but a romantic. She’d end up disillusioned at best, heartbroken at worst. The best would be your eldest. Esmée. She’s the most patient. That’s what Zaun needs.”

Is that a glint of dread in Chross’ rheumy eyes? "She’s fond of you, too.”

“Of course. We share a common perspective.”

“That you are an inveterate monster.”

“Precisely.”

They trade practiced smiles. The subject is dropped, as it always is.

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anich17

1 month ago

I'm sorry I thought it was a comic about Adoring Fan surviving the fall down the mountain players like pushing him from😭

ID : A Ghost Trick post-game comic. It's set in the interior of a hospital room, where Yomiel, lightly bound with one long-chained handcuff on his wrist and the other cuffed to the bed, rests during an early, cool morning.

Panel one : Yomiel's eyes snap open.

Panel two : The man quickly sits up in a hospital bed, where we see both of his legs are wrapped in casts that span the entire length of the leg, propped up by elevation cushions. Cords from a heart monitor rest above his bandaged chest. In the foreground, daffodils sit in a vase on a side table.

Panel three : Yomiel's gaze flickers to the flowers.

Panel four : He brings the daffodils up to his face, feeling a petal between his fingers and pensively taking in their scent. There is a note tied to the vase which reads, "Get well fool." It's signed with a single letter S.

Panel five : Sun rays trickle in between the spaces in the blinds.

Panel six : Yomiel raises his hand and catches the light between his fingers.

Panel seven : Still in bed, he continues to feel the sun's warmth on his skin, his focus drawn to the point of contact.

ID: Part two of the comic. An increase in warm lighting indicates that time has passed; the day has properly began.

Panel one : Amidst other empty plates and bowls of food, Yomiel peels back the lid to a container of pudding.

Panels two through four, a sequence : He brings a spoonful of pudding to his mouth, and while chewing, he begins to shake. Tears gently fall down his face as he cracks into a broken smile, dropping the spoon.

Panel five : Still softly holding onto the container with one hand, Yomiel cries into his other, curling over with restraint.

get hit with several tactile sensations, idiot

ITS . TIME!!!

at last, i can unveil the piece i did for the fragmentsoffate zine, who is currently having leftover sales on their website~!

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anich17

4 months ago

Ancano and Apprentice wish you a happy late Saturalia

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