#i ship jilco and i don't care

[damadisangue]

20 questions for fic writers Thank you, @thetentaclecommander ❤️ 1. How many works do you have on AO3? 153! 95 only in Resident Evil fandom. 2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 573,764 3. What fandoms do you write for? Mainly Resident Evil, but I write also for the Arcane, Game of Thrones, Batman and Assassin's Creed Syndicate (incest) fandom. 4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? 1) The years we shared 2) Dirty little fairytale 3) Unravel me 4) Natural born sinner 5) All beauty destroyed 5. Do you respond to comments? Yes! Always! I always enjoy receiving them and being able to talk to people about the characters and their impressions of the plot. 6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? If I had to choose between those published I would say Forever is not for everyone, in which Alex suddenly dies before Albert and Wesker finds himself dealing with this sudden loneliness, as well as the hallucinations in which he sees his sister. 7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?  I wanna feel you from the inside, because Albert wins and both Weskers are alive and together. 8. Do you get hate on fics? Uhm, no, not really. There were those on Twitter who commented negatively saying that I wrote incest, so I sucked, but no big deal. 9. Do you write smut? Well, obviously yes. I believe it is a fundamental aspect of a relationship and a language through which the characters can express what words do not do. 10. Do you write crossovers? Nope! 11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?  Uhm, as far as I know, no. 12. Have you ever had a fic translated?  Yep! In Chinese and Russian! 13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?  No: I don't think I would do it well. 14. What’s your all-time favorite ship? Albert and Alex Wesker. Definitely Albert and Alex. The obsession, the brutality, the blood, the incest, the mutual possession, the total and absolute control that Wesker wants to exercise, Alex's sadistic and violent streak, the fact that they are a wonderful tangle of feelings and teeth and that they bite into each other - and the ramifications that sex can take: violent, raw, brutal, or tremendously and painfully gentle, nostalgic, needy. And then Wesker infected with the Uroboros? It's clearly a wedding invitation for me. 15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? At the moment I would like to conclude a fantasy AU on Resident Evil, but it requires a very large narrative and contextualization effort - the nations, the houses, the monsters, the creatures: I'm a very precise and methodical person so it could take me a long time 16. What are your writing strengths? Uhm, I don't know... maybe the sex and the feelings? 17. What are your writing weaknesses? The description of the environments. I think it should improve. 18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? Yes. I'm Italian, so I did that for Excella. 19. First fandom you wrote for?  Batman. A long time ago. 20. Favorite fic you’ve written?  One, not yet published - violent and with torture, but which deeply explores the Weskers and which I will publish hopefully by the summer - and Lamb of God, for the sex scenes and the relationship between Alex and Albert. I'm not sure who to tag, so anyone can use it freely! @judasiskariot @vesperene @tacky-tramp @junotranscends @omgbarbiegurl @doctor-hannibal-wesker @irithyll-writes @joanna-lannister

[vijinxx]

i've never really shipped incest before bc tbh in general i just think it's gross? like i don't really care if anyone else ships incest (as long as they aren't like. okay with incest irl yknow) but it tends to make me kinda uncomfy. something about vijinx tho.... i'm a sucker for gross unhealthy codependent relationships and they have so much of that. like they are literally terrible for each other. it's soooo easy to imagine a fucked up "reconciliation" where vi is so overjoyed to have jinx back that she gets possessive and needs to have jinx in /every way/. starting out innocent, vi just wants to spend a lot of time cuddling, it makes her feel better! but slowly the touched grow more often, more intimate. vi knows it's wrong but she loves her baby sister so much, she just can't help herself. meanwhile jinx has had Weird Pseudoincest Stuff before (cough cough silco) and is 100% down for any form of love she can get from her sister. they move somewhere they won't be recognized and pretend to be wives and live happily unhealthily ever after. sorry for dumping this on you just ugh. they're so fucking gay.

(im going through my inbox & this reminds me so much of an old wynverly/earpcest prompt that i’m getting shivers)

i think once you cross that “but hear me out....” line with any sort of dead dove / incest ship you cant really judge the rest of them LMAO. i mean i definitely have the ick for cross-generational incest and absolutely will not hear anyone out regarding parent/child incest bc that gives me the worst nausea on the planet but. again. we’re all on the same freak boat

just a note to anyone on this blog, i dont judge anyone that ships jilco (like, seriously, negative fucks given) but it is absolutely so many leagues away from what im into that i will never respond favorably to it LMAO

but anyways. yes. vijinx ships itself

[zaunseye]

GET TO KNOW THE MUN

what made you pick up the current muse(s) you have? ━━ Well, I suppose my love for the character came first and foremost, but I had some ideas about him that I wanted to explore. I started out writing some fanfiction for him on AO3, but found that I really wanted to interact with other writers in the fandom, and roleplay is the most straightforward way to do that! I'm really enjoying it so far!

is there anything you don’t like to write? ━━ There's a few things I prefer not to roleplay, the first and foremost is Jilco. Sorry you will just never catch me doing anything concerning that. Another thing is Silco getting his way 100% of the time. I like there to be struggle in most aspects of his life and work. He doesn't make it easy on himself with his choices, and it gives me more to do in roleplay.

is there anything you really enjoy writing? ━━ I love writing Silco getting himself injured or in peril. He's delightfully stubborn, which usually ends up with him getting himself into some terrible situations, in canon and otherwise. I also really enjoy writing him being protective over those he cares about, because he expresses those emotions in such a unique way from other people.

how do you come up with headcanons? ━━ Usually I just get inspiration from a scenario I'm writing or a perspective I'm exploring. Silco makes his opinions pretty openly known in the show, which gives me a great base to start from. Another blessing of the great writing team on Arcane. So yeah, most of the time I just search for inspiration. Sometimes I turn to ask memes and quizzes, but other times I just think of it on my own.

do you write in silence or do you play music?  ━━ I have to have music on. I have entire playlists dedicated to characters I play, and Silco is no exception. His playlist mainly comprises of dark techno, industrial, and some alternative pop. It's mainly music that either matches his character or the vibe of The Last Drop under his reign. It just helps me get into his mindset with a touch more immersion.

do you plan your replies or wing them? ━━ I try to plan where I can, but also leave things loose enough that it doesn't feel like it's railroaded. I prefer to have heavy communication with my rp partner, and a general direction of where the thread is going. Goals, themes, tropes, etc etc. That being said, I also don't mind having a bit of improve for shorter form roleplay, where there's a paragraph or less to write at a time.

do you enjoy shipping?  ━━ With Silco? It depends. He's not exactly a very open person with his love since Vander, but it's not impossible. When he does form a bond with someone, it's usually deep and passionate, regardless of its type (platonic, romantic, familial, etc). I've had some interests, but really I wait for my rp partner to bring it up, because the last thing I'd want to do is overstep! Let's just say I'd be happy to explore it with the right people.

what’s your alias/name?  ━━ Zigg / Ziggy / Z

age? ━━ 30

birthday? ━━ June 4th

favorite color? ━━ neon green

favorite song? ━━ Too specific!! Here's a few:

Kill or Be Killed -- The Bloody Beetroots, Leafar Seyer Supermassive Black Hole -- Muse Cyka -- Russian Village Boys, Cosmo & Skoro CVNT -- Sophie Hunter Farben -- Orange Sector

last movie you watched? ━━ Batman: Ninja

last show you watched? ━━ Arcane

last song you listened to? ━━ Nature Calls - Iguana Death Cult

favorite food? ━━ tinola, corn chowder, pork schnitzel, japanese curry

favorite season? ━━ spring / fall

do you have a Tumblr best friend? ━━ I have several people on here who I consider close friends and great RP partners! @system-contact has been around my whole life as my closest friend, and I cherish them as someone I can always count on to be a well-versed and engaging rp partner. @bleedinghearth is a friend I've had for a while now, and I love their characters and originality, as well as their wicked humor. @jynxd has been wonderful to write with and get to know over the time I've spent in the Arcane RPC, and I love our little chats in DMs! @shimmerbeasts is a fantastic writing partner with a fun world to play in, and has been so kind and welcoming to me in the RPC, which I really appreciate. @ferinehuntress is a fun person with a wide range of characters, many of which I've had fun reading and writing with, and Panda's happy energy is just contagious.

tagged by :: @jynxd (tysm!) tagging :: anyone who wants to do this!

[cautionworks]

I edited this picture a bit and I realized I accidentally made a phone wallpaper. Feel free to use it.

[damadisangue]

The years we shared

"Can I sleep with you?" It's an innocent question; simple. Silco stares at her over his shoulder, watching her pale profile in the bedroom doorway. She's picked the lock - again - and she looks at him with a fascinating desperation, equal to his own. Outside, Zaun's celebration light up in green and gold – they are free now, after all. Inside, however, there is no light to illuminate Jinx's haunted face, broken tears. A guilt so desolating that it swallows every other word. Silco pulls back the sheets, beckoning her to come closer - on his chest bullet holes already closed, still stained red. Jinx hides her fears on the skin of the only person she's ever loved.

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Heart-shaped glasses

She is dripping between her thighs, along his hips. She climbs his groin, claws his conscience - crushes his heart. There is nothing delicate about them - nothing simple, nothing poetic. Beasts bred to run faster than others - to fuck better than others. Intelligent, ruthless, broken. Silco hides in the hollow of her neck, kissing her like she was glass between his finger, under his thrusts. Jinx stretches out under his hands, becomes an arch of skin and contracted muscles - nails that tear, scream. He bites, looks for her, licks until he feels her fall - until she's the one on her knees, one fist clenched in his hair and the other tearing up that damn curtain. Jinx comes, chokes a moan on Silco's mouth - finally free. They both release a breath they didn't know they had been holding. Heart-shaped glasses

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She is (not)

He watches. He saw the Eye strides across the room, a caged beast. Under his skin the sickness screams - it swarms and eats and devours. The girl doesn't speak; she doesn't move. She's not Sevika; a loyal soldier. She is not a victim; not a perpetrator. She is not his daughter; she is not his lover. She is both. He stares at the Eye and at his anger - his frustration. He stares then at her and her pale face - her pinkish eyes, her sneer. "Stop." she says, and the Eye complies. "When was the last dose?" Singed takes a step forward, surprises them both. "Two days ago." The child-not-child looks at him from the reflection of a memory. "I know you." she murmurs, and stretches her fingers towards his face. "I saw you while I was sleeping. While I was dying." The child-not-child stays then silent, a white and blue statue. Singed opens his mouth, is about to say her name. Jinx. The child-not-child squeezes his wrist (hard), smiles. "Rest." Die. Singed closes his eyes, No. listens to her words. To Zaun he will tell the story of a two ghosts who could not die.

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To others say she is just a loose cannon; a triggered bomb, a highly flammable and unstable chemical compound. To Sevika she is a problem; a reflection of a city whose underbelly is now poisoned, toxic. Silco observes her silence, the quiet composure with which she hands him a small red and gold package. There is a poetic melancholy in Jinx; a vibration that few can detect beneath the cacophony of her gestures. It is a thin rope, hard to grasp - the only thing in her that doesn't cut, and wound. It is that moment between sleep and wakefulness - that breath that precedes the leap; that space between moments that tells of a lost child, an enemy of herself. Jinx bites her lower lip - a gesture she always makes when she is nervous - trying to pull the fingers of her right hand - another habit that betrays her agitation. You'll hang yourself with that rope, his consciousness murmurs, but Silco ignores it, taking the package and sketching a smile just for her. Intimate, private; in which affection mingles with a longing that has nothing paternal about it. Bubblegum

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There's a dedication in Silco's movements - a devotion that makes her want to cry and scream and kiss him until there really is no difference between them. There's an urgent, voracious need - the way he touches her between her thighs, the plea with which he asks for one more, Jinx: just one. Oh, you look so beautiful when you come for me, child. Jinx gasps, opening her mouth - her heart a furious pounding in her chest, frantic. She grabs his wrist and lets out a sudden moan as Silco leans over her, thrusts in her dripping cunt with his ring and middle fingers and licking. A monster in disguise: a cruel, merciless alpha - a beast of fire and rage and lust. She shakes her head first to the right, then to the left - she tries to escape, to get closer, to find relief from a throbbing desire, who is making her an incoherent mass of gasps and pleas. Silco closes his lips around her clit, bites - Jinx stomps him on the shoulder, comes, screaming his name amidst a mix of insults and curses. "You are so rude when you want, child. A little, nasty omega." "I'm only imaginative, Silly: an innate quality," Silco glides over Jinx's wet body and smiles into the crook of her neck.

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Boost "He was one of the first." "He will not be the last." Jinx shakes his hand, leaning her head on his shoulder. "They've aged." "We too." A laugh; the bells of heaven, the trumpets of hell. "Not everyone can count on a blood boost." he adds, showing her a half smile. Jinx smiles back, lifting her face towards him. "What do you want to do?" she asks - young, impossibly beautiful. Sharp and letale like a poisonous knife. Silco stares at the nondescript white tombstone lying at his feet, his name engraved on it. Vander. The snow continues to fall, tirelessly. He smiles from the photo Benzo chose for the funeral, thinning hair at the temples, a new web of wrinkles around his eyes and mouth. Human. Mortal. Weak. Silco studies his own reflection and that of Jinx (immutable, immortal, unaltered) and inhales, ice and earth. Jinx sighs on his skin, looking for his lips. "Ever wondered why he didn't come after us?" He murmurs her name, gripping the blue scarf between his fingers. "And now?" "How does Demacia look to you?" Jinx laughs on his mouth, Silco lives on the grave of a man who had fought him with the same blind determination of fools. Or martyrs. (Un)trusted friend, (un)loving brother, unwavering soldier. The past finally let its ghosts rest; they had killed them; let them scream and cry and then die. Perhaps the time has come for them too to become nothing more than this: echoes of an already accomplished story. It is only us. We are family, Jinx. Only us. Ghosts in a world without color. Prompt for Jilco Prompts on Twitter.

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Broken bullets

She has lost weight; Silco can feel it by how her skin stretches over the bones of her hips, under his hands.

In the darkness of his bedroom they are only two pale and broken profiles; residues of a night that had left them tired, injured.

Silco sighs, kissing the nape of her neck - he massages her shoulders - bony - the space between.

"I didn't want to."

"I know."

It's not just sex; it's not just love.

Jinx sighs, opening and closing her fingers on the sheets - blue and pink nails, jagged.

Her teeth marks are still on his pillow, uninhibited; ravenous.

They are on his hips, on his chest - near his beating-again heart.

"Tell me."

"What?"

"Everything."

A stroke along her spine, on the soft curve of her buttock; a fluid and tender flick of his hand.

Jinx had turned the tables and Janna, if he had missed her.

She is warm between her legs, moist and supple.

He runs her thumb over her inner lips and picks up threads of red and white - blood and something else.

Jinx holds her breath between her teeth, fragile - broken from her own guilt.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

"I know."

"I killed you."

"And you brought me back to life, child."

Jinx's hair tastes like gunpowder and wood - blood and him.

Silco sinks his face into them and groans, making circular movements with his fingers on her clit.

Jinx mutters a plea in the silence of the room - reach out for him, always.

"I owe you everything."

"... you are my everything, Jinx. You don't owe me anything."

The sweet smell of the vanilla oil remains in the air, the thick smell of sex and desire under their tongue, on their skin.

Jinx laughs, rolling around and sitting on the bed - looking at him as if he was precious, beautiful.

Her father, her lover; her everything.

"I'm sorry" she repeats, and Silco surrounds her waist with his arms - new and still bleeding scars between them.

Bullets and explosives; love and devotion.

"I know." he reassures her, stroking her back.

Her breathing slows, her heart settles: Jinx curls up against his side and she falls asleep, satisfied - protected, safe.

Silco touches his new scars - still tender, swollen - with his free hand, turning his head to the right and staring out the window.

The Piltover Council burns and light up the future of both.

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[damadisangue]

She could be your daughter

For a man in his position there was no time for remorse - ethics or morals. For those who wanted to see Zaun free and independent, regret was an unnecessary burden - a luxury of the Topsiders as they wept in their gilded cups. There was no limit that could not be rewritten, barrier knocked down - violence the only language understood from below and above. Beautiful ceramic and ivory dolls with sharp teeth and loaded weapons He talked about loyalty, but he had thrown everything into the funeral pyre that he had hoisted for Piltover - dust and ashes and bones. Not her. Never. Silco inhales a puff of smoke, staring at the red - almost black ceiling in Zaun's unhealthy light. There is silence at that time of night in his room - when the Last Drop goes out and dawn has not yet broken. He looks down at Jinx's scattered papers on the floor, picks one up - try me! I'm Bow-Tie, the Bite! - leaving the cigar in the ashtray. He studies the design of an explosive butterfly which once released should puncture the target like a bullet, destroying it from the inside. He tilts the paper, noting the elegant construction of the wings, the insect's antennae - a weapon that looks more like a jewel. He glances to his left, lingering over Jinx's sleeping profile - wrinkled, completely rolled up in the sheets. And he smiles, Silco, a feeling in his chest that indulges in tenderness, becomes something else when Jinx kisses him, crumbling the last boundary he had uselessly imposed on himself. Oh, I see you did a great job of respecting that. Sometimes he wonders; sometimes he can't help it and the questions - that rat Vander tried to drown years ago - come back to the surface, making him feel ridiculous. He looks at her, and sees something perfect - not like him. He presses his lips together, reflecting against his will in the smooth surface of the window - the red eye staring at him, malevolent. That all sees; who knows everything. He raises a hand to the left side of his face, feeling the thicker, bumpy, scarred skin from the toxic waters Vander had pushed him into. "Betrayal is a powerful feeling, Jinx: it consumes you from within and can tear you apart or make you something better." And he feels it, Silco: that fire has never been extinguished - that corrosive anger that occasionally re-emerged and made him an out-of-control, terrible beast. The same one that animates Jinx when not even the noise of the bombs is enough. She could be your daughter, a little voice had whispered, horribly similar to Vander's. You tell the others that she is, it repeated, and Silco wonders if madness is contagious: if Jinx can attack it on him or if he has always been infected with it too. Maybe a little of both. Jinx murmurs something in her sleep, opening her arms to x for the mattress and placing one on his lap. Silco raises an eyebrow, amused by that childish behavior - but nothing about her had been childish for a long, long time. He puts the papers on the bedside table, intertwining his fingers with Jinx's. "Do you like it?" her voice reaches him, still thick with sleep. Silco tilts his chin towards her, finding her with her eyes still closed. "Bow-Tie." she specifies, approaching and snuggling against his side. Silco puts his arm around her shoulders, rolling a lock of hair around his forefinger. "They're really beautiful." he murmurs, letting the stillness of that moment extend as far as possible. Jinx smiles against his skin and he can feel it by the way her lips curve - he stiffens, embarrassed by scars that are okay for Zaun's Eye, the Industrial, not... Jinx's fingers slide along the edge of the larger scar, causing him to feel somewhere between discomfort and arousal. "Silly Silco." she whispers, before lifting up to his face and kissing him under his left eye. Silco inhales, Jinx searches his mouth in a soft kiss, on which he can hear the echo of a laugh - Silly Silco, Silly Silco. There is nothing that destroys you like being accepted and loved.

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A tragedy, a story.

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[damadisangue]

Ghost

She is dying.

She is only nineteen years old, and she is dying.

I'm coming home, Silly, she had told to the sky before falling off the bridge.

Vi had screamed, desperate - her gloves still stained with blood.

Jinx's blood.

Sevika brings a hand to her chest, closes it into a fist.

She is dead, he murmurs and Sevika watches Jinx's body being pulled out of the water - bowels exposed and a hole in the center of her abdomen.

It wasn't supposed to happen.

Sevika remains silent, gives him a sidelong glance.

You had to protect her. he growls and his voice explodes with the same power of thunder.

Sevika presses her lips together, watching Jinx's head flip sideways - huge, pink eyes turned to her.

It was your duty, he repeats, and his scratched voice is wet, dead: it has come to throw up all his sins on her.

Sevika breathes, ventures to give him a full glance - confused, angry.

He is awful in his elegant clothes - his last clothes.

He is a monster freed from the underworld that wants their flesh, their soul.

Plic, plic, plic; something is dripping onto the cold floor — and Sevika doesn't know if it's the water of the river or the blood she sees dripping down Silco's cheekbone.

She was my daugther.

"Bullshit." she murmurs, tired - worn. "She was many things, but don't play the card of the devoted father with me. I saw how you looked at her. How she looked at you."

A metallic clash: the tip of his dagger dragging itself on the wall - menacing.

You always knew, Sevika, and he is behind her; she can smell his cold breath, the sweetish of rotten meat and fatigue.

Time to do something, he then growls.

And he isn't a fair man or an understanding man.

He is a restless soul, without peace: a man crushed by the choices made, by the words never said.

By the words said between wet and bleeding sheets - in the silence of The Last Drop and on his daughter's mouth.

"I believed in you." she tells him, and when Stevika turns around that awkward and threatening presence is still there.

His left eye burns in the darkness, like embers and fire.

Sevika can see his asymmetrical profile, the pain in his good eye - the sad fold of his lips.

He has numerous bullet wounds on his body, slice of flesh and blood.

He's missing his jacket and his shirt is caked in mud and dirt - only the Eye shines on his chest and it still shows its power.

She was more than I had imagined, he repeats, and his voice is softer - more human.

Sevika licks her lips, nods - observes Jinx being wrapped in a sheet by Singed with care and delicacy.

One last tribute to an unfortunate girl and her devouring love.

Silco embraces Jinx's body and waits for her on the shore of the same river in which they were (re)born together.

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