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What would they do if their child came home with a stray animal, wanting to keep it?

[ask meme here.]

It would depend entirely on the pets usefulness. If this is a scrappy little lap poro, he's likely to refuse. However, if it is a potentially vicious cat or dog, ready to be trained for protection/alarming, he'd be more likely to accept it.

There is the chance, however slim, that something might be lovable enough to touch even his guarded heart, and he'd give in regardless of its usefulness, especially if it reminds him of himself. A scarred or missing eye, perhaps.

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What would they do if their teenager tried to cook dinner for the family and accidentally started a small fire? ( asking for for science purposes)

[ask meme here.]

Silco, upon witnessing the small inferno within his kitchen, would most likely instruct his teen on the proper ways to put it out, observing them as they do it. Wayyy too casual and calm about it, too. Turn what you can into teaching moments, and you'll have a smart and prepared child.

Then, after getting the emergency taken care of, he'd probably take over dinner and show them the proper way to use heat to cook a meal.

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@ferinehuntress 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 :: ❝ unexpected guest = 𝐚𝐡𝐫𝐢 ❞

It was a late, cold night in Zaun. The skies were bitter with an oncoming storm, and the streets were filled with umbrellas and hoods. He had caught the beginnings of the drizzle outside, stepping into the Last Drop without a word to Thieram behind the bar. He was too tired to deal with his nervous stammer, today. He headed directly down into the residence below.

After a long and arduous day, he had expected to be able to come back to his private quarters, enter his bedroom, and simply fall against the bed. Perhaps fight off the nightmares for the night. That was not what happened. As soon as he cracked the door to his bedroom open, he spotted the tails slumped over the edge of the bed. Pushing the door open wider, he took in the sight of her nimble and soft frame resting against the surface of his mattress.

Then he noticed the blood and the dirt as he stepped into the room. Something had happened, and it had left her in an injured, weakened state. It was hard to imagine who could have gotten the upper hand over her, with the amount of raw power she had at the tips of her claws. Had it been a lucky shot, or perhaps there was a larger monster out there to look out for.

A strange sense of protectiveness tugged at his tired mind, and he silently closed the door behind him. With measured and careful steps, he walked to the wash basin by the window, taking up a cloth and dipping it into the water. Once it was damp, he turned around and approached the side of the bed.

Very carefully, he set himself down on the edge of the bed, reaching out with the cloth and gently pressing against a cut on her brow. "... What happened..?" he asked the kumiho, voice flat and untainted by emotion.

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👤

[Send 👤 and I will write more about an NPC in my muse’s life]

Sevika was the child of a hard working mercenary from Noxus. He was hired by several mines to quell uprisings from the miners against the Piltover owners. Eventually, in an attempt to settle down, he had a child with a Zaunite woman, but found such life utterly intolerable. He was called to the Noxian military service as an officer when she was a teenager, never returning to Zaun before his death in battle.

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⛨: What would they sacrifice their life for?

[Morality Meme]

Silco understands the responsibility he has as the de-facto leader of the underground of Zaun. He would not easily give up his life for most things, wanting to make sure he is able to protect Zaun with his whole being. Of course, he would sacrifice himself for the entirely of Zaun's independence, but there is not much beyond that.

... Except for Jinx. In a heartbeat, he would give up his life to make sure she's alive. Perhaps not happy, but alive.

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hc + ☕ for a drink-themed headcanon

[Thematic Headcanons]

Silco prefers his whiskey chilled, but not watered down by ice. He finds that any dilution of the drink ruins its flavor profile, as well as its aroma. Instead, he uses chilled stones to keep his drink cold, but straight. Thieram keeps these stones in an icebox behind the bar, and uses them only for Silco.

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A memory of a pet

[Send A Number to Experience One of My Muse’s Memories]

The cat wraps around your legs as you sit at your desk in the under sea-level office. Hairless, plump, wrinkly, and warm. It curls and sways, its tail hooking around the curve of your shin. It's purring its head off, occasionally breaking into a raspy chirp of a meow. You've been trying to ignore the damn thing for about ten minutes now, but it's persistent.

Eventually, you give in. Its charm is just too much for you, and you've finished sharpening your knife, anyway. You stab the blade into the desktop with a loud thwack, which gets the cat to arch its back for half a second. Once your hands are free, you reach down and scoop the cat up by it's underarms.

"My, my. Absolutely starved for affection," you say as you stroke its back, allowing it to nestle itself into your arms with uproarious purring. "The doctor has spoiled you rotten. You barely hunt the mice anymore." You ruffle the skin behind its ears, then gently toss it back to the floor. "You'll have to earn your keep sometime."

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What’s your opinion of the mun’s fashion sense? (the clothes they like to wear)

"They drape themselves in mostly ill-fitting, oversized pajamas and lounge clothes. Hardly anything that makes an impression beyond 'lazy'." He shook his head with relative disinterest. "On the odd occasion, they might dress themselves in something proper -- something that shows their true and vibrant nature of neon green and violet purple, but they rarely find the motivation to do so. A pity."

He shrugged a shoulder while adjusting his own vest. "Give me an afternoon with them at the tailor's, and I could have them looking halfway decent."

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‘ NOTE ‘ (from Jinx for Silco)

[send me  ‘ NOTE ‘  and i’ll tell you what my muse would write on a note left for yours. -- ACCEPTING]

Jinx,

I've left for the day to deal with business in the chem district. Parts of our shipments are crystalizing before delivery to the client. Clearly a mistake in manufacturing. Sevika is coming with me. That means you're in charge of the Last Drop until I come back. Do not allow Dustin to climb behind the bar again. He's on strict probation after his last stunt setting the bartop on fire. There's a bowl of cured anchovies left on my desk for you. Eat it before you head downstairs. Thieram has your whiskey in stock again. Have a drink if you need it.

Silco.

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💋: How easily are they tempted?

[morality meme -- ACCEPTING]

Silco is a very resolute man. The cause for freeing his homeland from the oppressive rule of Piltover is his main focus. Temptations of most varieties won't even effect him or get in the way of his goals.

He's especially hardened against romantic or sexual temptation, seeing as his previous experiences of it have been with Vander, where things ended particularly badly. He looks in the mirror every day and is reminded of why he no longer seeks such attachments. Becoming too intimately entangled with someone is always too big a risk to his plans.

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🚪(from jinx :p)

[Send me 🚪  ( or ‘door’ )   and I’ll generate a number for my muse to show up on your muse’s doorstep ( a mix of angst, silliness, and fluff ) … -- ACCEPTING]

16. after having a nightmare

He was at the bridge, surrounded by smoke. Enforcers were approaching. She was in his arms, limp and cold. She was gone. Gone gone gone. He had been too late. Her glossy eyes stared up at nothing. He held her there, even though his men were desperately trying to pull him away.

Then, her foggy eyes focused on him. "Daddy..." With a gut-rolling crackle, her dead arm lifted to try and reach for his jaw, but before it made contact, it crumpled into ash. The rest of her body followed as he desperately tried to clutch onto her. Before he knew it, there was nothing left in his arms. He heard the ominous click of an Enforcer's rifle as it aimed at his head. Right as he looked up, the trigger was pulled.

A saturation of sweat and cold greeted him as he jumped upright from his slumber. It took some moments for reality to reassert itself in his mind, during which he spent trying to catch his breath. He ripped the eye patch from his face, tossing it aside to gain his full vision. Looking to the hammock in his bedroom, he saw it was empty, and a chill ran over his entire body.

He needed to see her, and now.

There was enough logic rattling in his sleep-deprived skull to reason out that the only other place she could be was her workshop, near by the factories. His feet could carry him fast enough. He threw on some clothes, not nearly as complex as his usual attire, and rushed to his carriage. Dustin was the one to drive him, being the only one sill awake and not as drunk as the others.

Dustin stayed with the carriage while Silco swiftly came to the entrance of the workshop. Banging his hand against the locked door, he waited. Those seconds were torture, waiting in a purgatory of his mind's making. "Come on..." he muttered to himself as he gripped his hands into fists. The tenser they were, the less he would feel them tremble.

The door opened, and the instant that cobalt blue hair came into his view, he pushed past the door and took her by the shoulders. "You... You're here," he said, voice wavering despite his attempt to steady it. He checked her, looking her over for harm, but met her fuchsia gaze with his own, shimmering in the darkness of the corridor. She was there, whole and healthy. Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her into a tight hug. His hand rested against the back of her head as he stared past her shoulder. "You weren't at the Last Drop. I was..." Worried? Could he even admit such a thing? He drew himself back, keeping a grasp of her shoulders. "But you're alright," he sighed out as security eased back into his psyche.

"Come, show me what you're working on, so late at night."

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hc + 👻 for a headcanon about supernatural occurrences

[thematic headcanons - ACCEPTING]

Silco was once visited by the ghost of Vander during a near death experience. He had been stabbed with a poisoned blade, and was in the process of being saved by Singed. In his vision, Vander spoke to him about how he should have killed him in the River Pilt, but now that he hadn't he had to survive for Jinx's sake. Silco listened to him, fighting to make it through the procedure.

He's never mentioned this visit to anyone, not even Jinx. It has deeply contributed to his belief in the afterlife, and is also the reason why Silco still visits Vander's statue in the Lanes.

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"Shit. Shit, that's a lot of blood." (Lets throw out Flux just to see lolll)

[dialogue prompts for ~injury~ -- ACCEPTING]

He had been in the middle of issuing his next orders when he heard a strangely out of place snap. When he paused and looked down, he spotted a smoking hole in the top of his desk. "What on..." He turned and looked over his shoulder, spotting a matching hole in the large window pane. A quietness hung in the air, finally broken by Flux.

"Shit. Shit, that's a lot of blood."

The words struck him as odd, making his features tense into a squint of confusion toward the younger man. That was until he felt the odd warm and wet sensation from his lower waist. A bloom of deep crimson saturated through his maroon clothing, creating an almost black shade of blood as it spread further and further along the weave of silk and cotton.

At first, he grasped at the hole in his waistcoat, pulling the fabric aside to curiously stare down a it. It didn't hurt nearly a much as his stab wound had. It felt more like an uncomfortable pressure in his abdomen. "A...sniper?" Then came the wave of dizziness, which wrangled him into a stumble toward the hardwood floor. As he fell, he grabbed the edge of his desk, trying desperately to slow his descent.

Making impact with the ground, his head smacked against the solid oak planks, giving another layer of disorientation as his hands limply slipped off the of the desk's wooden frame. It felt surreal, laying there, bleeding out on the floor. It hadn't even been as much of a struggle as his stabbing had been.

It was so simple. So clean.

He wasn't sure if Flux had come to his side yet. The world was consumed in a blurry fog that clouded his already imperfect vision. But when he felt himself jostled, he blearily reached up to try and grasp at a hand or shoulder. "Sev...Sevika. The doctor..."

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Does the character have any deal-breakers or non-negotiables in a relationship?

[𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑. ♡ -- ACCEPTING]

Answered here, but there is more!

If you do not accept Jinx as his daughter, and promise to protect and aid her as he would, it's a deal-breaker. He's not going to waste time on someone who is not supportive of his only family, especially not if they plan on working with him. This was actually the reason he and a previous fling split when Jinx was only 14. This relationship had been so private that not even Jinx knew about it, yet.

Another deal breaker is cowardice. Silco favors only the strong, even in his love life. He prefers his partner to be tenacious and brave, not reserved or hesitant. If he senses something as useless as fear from his partner, he will try to fix it, and if he cannot, the relationship dissolves.

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Does the character have any deal-breakers or non-negotiables in a relationship?

[𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑. ♡ -- ACCEPTING]

Immediately, first and foremost, there must be a loyalty to his vision. Silco will not feel love for someone who doesn't want independence for the nation of Zaun. He will expect his partner to be by his side and supportive of his work to dismantle the stranglehold Piltover has over his city. However, he is open to being challenged on his methods, if his partner has the merit to do so.

There are a number of deal breakers, one of which would most certainly be any sort of work with clean enforcers (enforcers not on his pay roll). Another would be misgendering him or deadnaming him, which would more than likely lead to more than just a break up. The partner in question would be killed for that.

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doctor: how often does my muse visit the doctor? do they tend to go routinely, or only when something is wrong?

[all about health -- ACCEPTING]

Due to his unique condition, Silco has regular visits with Singed to check and monitor the health of his eye and adjust treatments as needed. They occur every month, and last about an hour each time.

During these visits, he and the doctor usually also check anything else that might be a problem, like his old stabbing injury, or his less-than-perfect left knee. Sometimes Singed will have to take a biopsy sample of Silco's eye tissue, which is possibly Silco's least favorite thing to do.

Silco relies on Singed for all of his medical care, as he is one of the few physicians in Zaun, and more than likely the most skilled.