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carrd. (under construction). silco from arcane ask & roleplay blog. written by noah, she/her 30+ nd.
My art for zaun dads zine☕️
Some Silco drawings before bed^^
That one scene from Mamma Mia. :) #silco #jinx
I love Enjambre so I drew them to an Enjambre song
mirrored perspectives.
a compilation of action based ask prompts with two variants for different perspectives. there is a mix of romantic, platonic and antagonistic dynamics.
sender:
💋 sender brushes a kiss against receiver’s forehead
🗡️ sender stabs receiver from behind
🤝 sender offers their hand to receiver after a fall
🩸 sender wipes blood from receiver’s lip with their thumb
🛡️ sender steps in front of receiver to shield them
🔥 sender grabs receiver’s wrist to stop them from leaving
👑 sender adjusts receiver’s crown, hat or headpiece
🌙 sender tucks a loose strand of hair behind receiver’s ear
⚔️ sender disarms receiver in a swift motion
🕯️ sender lights a candle for receiver in the dark
📜 sender presses a sealed letter into receiver’s hand
🫀 sender places receiver’s hand over their heartbeat
❄️ sender drapes a cloak over receiver’s shoulders
🔒 sender locks the door with receiver inside
🪶 sender traces a mark or scar on receiver’s skin
🍷 sender offers receiver a drink from their own cup
🕊️ sender unties receiver’s restraints
🩶 sender rests their head briefly against receiver’s shoulder
⚡ sender grabs receiver before they can fall
🪓 sender knocks receiver’s weapon from their grip
🌹 sender pins a flower to receiver’s clothing
🕰️ sender pulls receiver back just in time
🧎 sender drops to one knee before receiver
🗝️ sender presses a key into receiver’s palm
🩹 sender bandages receiver’s wound with careful hands
receiver:
💋 receiver brushes a kiss against sender’s forehead
🗡️ receiver stabs sender from behind
🤝 receiver offers their hand to sender after a fall
🩸 receiver wipes blood from sender’s lip with their thumb
🛡️ receiver steps in front of sender to shield them
🔥 receiver grabs sender’s wrist to stop them from leaving
👑 receiver adjusts sender’s crown, hat or headpiece
🌙 receiver tucks a loose strand of hair behind sender’s ear
⚔️ receiver disarms sender in a swift motion
🕯️ receiver lights a candle for sender in the dark
📜 receiver presses a sealed letter into sender’s hand
🫀 receiver places sender’s hand over their heartbeat
❄️ receiver drapes a cloak over sender’s shoulders
🔒 receiver locks the door with sender inside
🪶 receiver traces a mark or scar on sender’s skin
🍷 receiver offers sender a drink from their own cup
🕊️ receiver unties sender’s restraints
🩶 receiver rests their head briefly against sender’s shoulder
⚡ receiver grabs sender before they can fall
🪓 receiver knocks sender’s weapon from their grip
🌹 receiver pins a flower to sender’s clothing
🕰️ receiver pulls sender back just in time
🧎 receiver drops to one knee before sender
🗝️ receiver presses a key into sender’s palm
🩹 receiver bandages sender’s wound with careful hands
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❝I'd prefer if I did, actually,❞ he mutters, his eyes averted to the ground as his brows furrow. It was hard to tell if he was actually alarmed or just pouting, his expression wavering somewhere between the two.
His heart was pounding in his chest, just about rattling his ribcage. Why did he have to be so cocky? It made Salo's blood boil.
the industrialist cracks a laugh like a whip, sharp and harsh. "really now? don't sulk~" it only makes him want to do something far more scandalous to wipe that expression from salo's pretty face. and, given his inebriated state, the temptation calls to him like a perverted lover's whisper.
silco's hold lasts just a fraction too long before his touch relaxes and, instead, trips up the line of pressed gold buttons holding the councillor's perfectly-fitted blouse closed. "mmh, if i were a couple decades younger, i'd have these off you before you knew it." he'd been a skilled thief back in the day—though he knows that's far from what he's implying.
"well, i shouldn't steal you away from your other guests, should i, councillor? but i'm sure we'll meet again soon." that last word is filled with teasing promise as fingers brush over pinked cheeks for one final unbidden touch before he wanders (or, more accurately, doesn't quiet stumble) back into the crowd.
There was one thing that always brightened Vander’s week. Silco’s visits. It was always the same night and same time. He never questioned it, simply happy to be in the company of the man he’d already fallen head over heels for. It was a perfect time, too. If he wanted to be alone he would quickly escort the rest of the patrons out so they could be alone.
Tonight seemed to be a night that Silco needed that.
Something the other man had quite realized, though, was Vander’s natural perceptive nature that went beyond the physical aspects. Little things like body language or the look in one’s eyes was second nature to pick up on. What he knew to be true was far more complicated, something instinctual. A feeling he’d picked up with their initial meeting and discovered recently that finally put the final piece of puzzle together.
Still, for the moment he maintained a simple, charming smile. Silco would be none the wiser until Vander decided to reveal what he knew. Those donations were not for some experiment. They went to him. Tonight would be a confirmation.
“You know, it was never the money to kept me coming.” His hands worked diligently to clean the glasses. Patrons made it hard work to do so, making messes of property that had cost a pretty penny on top of the bars upkeep. “All you ever had to do was ask and I would be there.”
There was a hunger in Silco’s eyes. More intense than Vander had seen before. Without a word, Vander walked up to oak doors and turned the lock. Another perception; the value of privacy. It surely wasn’t common knowledge for a human to know the existence of vampires.
A thick glass was set on the bartop. “I have almost everything I need. A roof over my head, money to keep me afloat, a job that makes me happy.” As he spoke, Vander took a knife to his wrist. No sense of hesitation as blood poured into the glass. “The only thing missing is a certain man finally saying yes to being mine.”
A towel wrapped around his wrist, and a drink shoved forward. “Drink up.”
silco only offers a brief chuckle at that assurance; ever since that first donation, the other man’s turned up that charm. it’s almost a kind of running joke between them, he thinks, that easy playfulness. fortunately, the vampire’s far too cynical to fall for it. so, instead, it’s just a bit of light fun between them. vander the charismatic gentleman and him acting with the cool disinterest of someone too old for such games.
because, in truth, he is, even if he’s not entirely unaffected as he’d like to be.
“ever the sweet-talker, if i’d known you were that easy…” there’s a myriad of lines that could follow as his gaze follows that glass onto the bar. something different to drink, he wonders, or perhaps vander’s going to partake in his own. but nothing manages to leave silco’s tongue. it’s rendered utterly mute by the silvery flash of a blade abruptly slicing into tanned skin.
in terms of minutes, time typically passes quickly for his kind. hardly worth noting. but in the moment, as blood trickles into that glass, the seconds almost seem to stop. silco’s utterly transfixed, somewhere between fascination and horror. only when that sanguine-spattered glass scrapes towards him does time speed back up.
“vander–! what are you—?!” there’s outrage in his tone, briefly shocked into breaking, and he stands abruptly; the abandoned bar stool teeters a moment before settling behind him. his pale eyes flick from glass to covered wrist to that handsome face, then back to glass again. “what do you think you’re doing? you cannot just cut your own arm like that!”
what was he thinking? the man must’ve gone insane! no rational human just does things like that!
but, god, he can’t drag his eyes away from the blood offered so freely. it’s been weeks since he’s fed halfway properly. the quarter-cup would be a meagre meal, but the sight of it is a sore temptation that has him clutching the edge of the bartop. he already knows the rich, heady taste of vander’s blood. can all but smell it wafting towards him. calling up his darker nature.
he has to keep it together. exposing what he is... that's far too dangerous.
❝Down there? With the likes of them?❞ Salo hissed, his eyes narrowing at the thought. Nevermind what price tag was above his head, it might as well have been a bounty, given the way he was being scrutinised. His demeanour shifted, all cold hard edges and a bite.
He'd never felt so scandalised by a few words in his life. He tried to move away, but he staggered in his step, his confidence instead held up solely by the last inch of cockiness that resided on a surface level in himself, much like his attitude. And that, too, was beginning to waver.
the grin silco gives in response is downright predatory. "with the likes of me, little mouse? i should be insulted." there's a cruelly-playful lilt to his tone, mean and teasing like he's the cat in this scenario. how rude for the host to insult his guest.
he ought to be ashamed!
long fingers snake out to grasp that fine, slender waist when salo stumbles backing away and the industrialist holds him steady. "careful," he warns in that same tone, "wouldn't want to embarrass yourself in front of everyone now, would you?"
@zaunitespride (underworld!au vander)
He doesn’t know exactly when it became a habit. It’s barely been a year since Vander’d answered their advertisement in the paper: ‘paid blood donations for scientific research’. Within the lifespan of a vampire, it’s hardly a blink of an eye, even to someone with only a century under his belt as Silco does. But visiting the human’s newly-purchased bar has become a venture at least one evening a week—provided his maker doesn’t need anything.
So Silco pushes his way past the old oak doors (smooth on regularly-greased hinges) and makes his way through mostly-empty tables to find a familiar tall, broad barkeep.
It’s early in the week so the crowd’s been thin tonight and Vander won’t be far from closing. Pleasantries are through quickly and the vampire sits himself at the corner of the bar nursing his customary whiskey while he watches Vander clean the specks of glasses as they idly converse over recent events. Eventually, the bigger man cajoles the last few drunk patrons out the door and slides the deadbolts into place.
Vander always seems to know when Silco would prefer to discuss something in private. He’s oddly perceptive—for a human. So, when he asks what Silco’s thinking, the vampire sighs and downs the dregs lingering at the bottom of his glass.
“I have a favor to ask,” he confesses as he sets the glass back to the worn wooden bartop, “donations are becoming more difficult to come by now.” People are finding steady employment now that the last echoes of war are settling. They’re not desperate for a quick way to earn cash any more. And that’s causing the vampire and his maker to stretch their thirsts further. If they’d been part of the Covens, they’d have been cared for, but Corin has always been an outcast (and, thus, his vampire progeny too); his experiments on the wrong side of what’s considered ‘acceptable’.
“Medical advancements have fallen by the wayside to technological ones.”
Long, slender fingers spread out on well-worn grain and he meets those lovely sky-blue eyes. “I know you have your bar now but, if you were to start donating again, we could pay you double.” A subtle hint of crooked, chipped teeth as Silco’s lips part in a half smile. “You were always our best donor, after all.”
"As Silco stares at his reflection, he thinks of Vander. He thinks of their nights at the Last Drop, long after closing; of Vander running his massive hands through Silco's inky hair; of Vander telling him how lovely he looked with long hair. The thought leads him to another - of just moments ago, where Vander's hands gripped his hair as he held him under the water.
The scissors clink loudly against the porcelain sink as Silco grabs them without a second thought, chopping off bundles at a time."
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Jinx relaxed a bit as she saw Silco put the ledger aside. It was those kind of shows of affection that other people might miss that really mattered to her. She dropped the pen back on the desk and swung her legs a bit.
"I like the whole 'Jinx' thing. But I hate being a girl." Jinx explained. "The name and the....like, the fear element. I don't really wanna give that up but... I'm sick of being a girl. I...I wish it was like clean and logical like you, knowing you're a boy, but I might not be a girl or a boy?" She shook her head. "I wanna be....I wanna do whatever pronouns and look means that I'm some gender in between. Something without rules like girls and boys. I just...dunno if I can do that, really, without faking my death first."
ah, now silco starts to understand. he's known people that have been neither male nor female, either by choice or by a quirk of their biology. people that fit neither mould that society offered them. it'd been rather interesting listening to them as they'd discussed their experiences. a few have been like him, sure of themselves from the outset, but more often they'd taken time to grow into acknowledging themselves.
if he understands jinx correctly, she's on the latter path. the industrialist sits quietly for a moment, considering his daughter's voiced desire. then he reaches out to clasp a small hand in his own.
"these rules… they are only bars that we make for ourselves. comfortable prisons of our own designs. but if they're no longer comfortable, then we need to break those bars so we can move forward." silco squeezes that hand reassuringly. "you are capable of so much, jinx. you shouldn't be afraid to break those bars simply because of the way others might view you from behind their own."
"besides…" a small smile quirks on the undamaged side of his lips. "if anyone upsets you, i'll have their throats cut." what good is his reputation if he can't use it to dote on her a little, after all?
👀 Vander but for both of our au and canon?
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→ CANON (S1 COMPLIANT)
(Applies) ATTRACTION: Repulsive | Unattractive | Average | Attractive | God Help Me TRUST: Trust To Be A Problem | Warrants Caution | Average | Reliable | Trust With My Life RESPECT: Worthy Of Disrespect | Deserves No Respect | Hadn't Earned Any Special Respect | More Respected Than Most | Highest Respect INTEREST: I'd Rather Watch Paint Dry | Distinctly Uninteresting | No Idea Yet | Interesting | I Must Learn More! PRACTICAL SKILLS: Blunder Factory | Antitalent In Many Things | Average | Skilled In Many Things | Master SOCIAL SKILLS: Disaster | Weirdo | Normal | You Should Speak | Silver Tongue KNOWLEDGE SKILLS: Dummy | Knows A Few Things | Average | Expert | Walking Library COMBAT SKILLS: Weakling | Half-Decent | Equal | I Can Learn From You | Unmatched WEALTH: Pauper | Poor | Seems Average | Wealthy | Filthy Rich
(Maybe, Very, Absolutely Not) YOU ARE: Brave | Strong | Kind | Scary | Unsettling | Secretive | Stubborn | Naïve | Strange | Lovely | Insecure | Genius | Misguided I WOULD: Fight | Spar | Protect | Help | Kill For | Learn From | Date | Sleep With | Hire | Kill | Sacrifice Myself For YOU ARE MY: Enemy | Rival | Friend | Family | Love/Crush | Most Important
(Complete freely) SOMETHING GOOD YOU SHOWED ME: The value of loyalty. SOMETHING BAD YOU SHOWED ME: The value of being blinded by loyalty. ADVICE FOR YOU: Stay out of my way. I WISH: That I could forget about you.
→ UNDERWORLD AU
(Applies) ATTRACTION: Repulsive | Unattractive | Average | Attractive | God Help Me TRUST: Trust To Be A Problem | Warrants Caution | Average | Reliable | Trust With My Life RESPECT: Worthy Of Disrespect | Deserves No Respect | Hadn't Earned Any Special Respect | More Respected Than Most | Highest Respect INTEREST: I'd Rather Watch Paint Dry | Distinctly Uninteresting | No Idea Yet | Interesting | I Must Learn More! PRACTICAL SKILLS: Blunder Factory | Antitalent In Many Things | Average | Skilled In Many Things | Master SOCIAL SKILLS: Disaster | Weirdo | Normal | You Should Speak | Silver Tongue KNOWLEDGE SKILLS: Dummy | Knows A Few Things | Average | Expert | Walking Library COMBAT SKILLS: Weakling | Half-Decent | Equal | I Can Learn From You | Unmatched WEALTH: Pauper | Poor | Seems Average | Wealthy | Filthy Rich
(Maybe, Very, Absolutely Not) YOU ARE: Brave | Strong | Kind | Scary | Unsettling | Secretive | Stubborn | Naïve | Strange | Lovely | Insecure | Genius | Misguided I WOULD: Fight | Spar | Protect | Help | Kill For | Learn From | Date | Sleep With | Hire | Kill | Sacrifice Myself For YOU ARE MY: Enemy | Rival | Friend | Family | Love/Crush | Most Important
(Complete freely) SOMETHING GOOD YOU SHOWED ME: the lengths i'll go to in order to protect those i love SOMETHING BAD YOU SHOWED ME: that love can be a weakness. ADVICE FOR YOU: trust me. I WISH: we could walk freely together.
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