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Princess of Zaun

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Every big dog thinks they're a lapdog

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What would've been amazing is if in season 2 Jinx was talking to Fishbones and it constantly asked her to be careful/take care of herself. Even if she answered with jokes/ignored it at first, she would slowly take its advice. Because by saying "You're perfect" Silco helped her to start opening the door to self-acceptance and love. It didn't magically cure her, mind you, but it did help her to at least have this idea in her head. That she deserves to be cared for, that she doesn't have to mindlessly shoot/throw bombs at everything, thus putting herself in a more vulnerable position etc. Because I don't think that Silco specifically raised Jinx to be a daredevil, but that it was rather a manifestation of her suicidality/self-harm. So, by showing her love in his last moment, he helped her to shift her gaze in the right direction.

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Old Zaundads! God bless the Best Timeline™, mentally I'm still there.

Painting practice, 4ish hours, shamelessly Toulouse Lautrec inspired. Companion piece to this. Painted with reference (but used it less than last time, yay for improvement!).

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young silco..... water theming.... hrrrgh

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Stop. Look at how he looks at her

The arched brow. The softness. LOOK

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A gentle reminder….

Silco Sevika

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Canonically being Ambessa’s type

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vi is just like her father — have a thing for that one skinny angry mongoose who dresses like a vampire and is willing to go to war

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I don’t want to be mean, and I know I shouldn’t give it importance, but it really pisses me off when people don’t understand Silco’s character. Like… broooo, rewatch Arcane, please! It isn’t all black and white, there are shades of grey.

Not sure which way you're leaning with this comment?

Either you're upset people don't like or understand his character OR because they DO.

Either way...

Silco isn't black and white, even though he probably thinks that way. All or nothing. The ends justify the means. Etc... He learns the grey part when Jinx is now on the line. That's the beauty of his character. He discovers he cares about something more (Jinx) than the political views that have shaped him his whole life. He thought Vander was weak because he put his kids first.

It's just why S1 is so brilliant. It took TIME to delve into these characters and flesh them out. Silco is introduced as the big baddie in E1. We see him do awful things and then the plot turns on its head. We are starting to see why (not agree with) he is doing the things he does. How he treats others and HOW he treats Jinx.

Act 2/3 we're seeing behind the curtain a little each time but still reminded how dangerous he is. He isn't black and white at all.

What I don't like is people ASSUMING fans who like his character apparently don't see his flaws. Again, assuming a group of people "don't understand" his character.

Oh, believe me, WE DO. That's why we like him. I have an affinity for villain characters anyway, but besides that, I find Silco very complex and fascinating.

Again, not sure which way to go based on how your worded it so please don't think I'm attacking. Just pointing out my opinion.

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It could have been your quote. тгк: не от сего мира

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The time has come. Season one and season two of arcane are just completely different shows. And maybe we just have to live with that. Maybe when we accept the fact that it wasn't we were promised, wanted or expected, then we'll be able to live freely and perhaps even get some enjoyment out of it. There's a lot of things to shit on about season 2, but honestly thinking about everything they fucked up has been exhausted and I've done it for almost 2 months now.

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Silco is a bad person but saying he used Jinx for anything is plain misinterpretation.

The thing about jinx's and silco's relationship is that there is no benefit for silco, which differs feom what he usually does. His softness towards jinx leads to the downfall of his crime empire - Finn wanted to make a coup BECAUSE silco softened down. Sevika understands it as well, as she is mad silco lets jinx go on missions.

Nobody uses her weapons.

She makes scheming and ruling harder for silco, as she does bullshit that EXPOSES his crime empire to piltover.

Silco himself says that there is no benefit for him when he is talking to Vander's statue, and the only reason why he doesn't give jinx uo and lets her get away with anything is because she is his daughter.

Also the shimmer injections? In the start of the show we see him using them on his own. In game we see jinx's diary from back when she was powder and even back then silco let her inject shimmer into his eye, as act of bonding and showing his vulnerability to her. First time we see silco letting jinx inject shimmer into his eye was when she felt insecure, perhaps its his way to show jinx she is needed and loved. But we see him not being able to do it anymore after time, which is a metaphor for how he learnt to rely on others.

Yes, their relationship is unhealthy, but let's not make it one dimensional. Or two dimensional even

I thought it was unanimous that Silco was bad? Like he used Jinx, made her think Vi was dead, is a fucking spineless rat,

Like

He’s a bad person. Thought we all agreed on that one

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Reblog if you think the girl on the left is just as beautiful as the girl on the right

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And another was reborn.

I will forever be fascinated with Silco's whole Rebirth Narrative™. It's so psychologically twisted. Such a crunchy character trait. It's how I like my blorbos. Unhinged.

Anyway, here's another WIP I'll never finish so I'm posting it anyway. Painting practice, a couple screenshots used as reference, raw-dogging it on one layer in Krita because I have no idea how to paint digitally. Enjoy.

Close ups under the cut.

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4 times you sit on silco’s lap & the 1 time he pulled you onto his lap

Warnings. Sexual positions. No specific reader gender/genitalia. Impregnation kink (sorry yall its bad again). Not toxic girl dad!Silco. Pet name

1

You and Silco danced around the empty bar, twirling and singing and chasing and slipping out of each other’s fingers. For the past hour the pair of you had been letting the loud music from the jukebox reverberate through your bones as you moved fluidly around the room.

Silco’s silky black hair was pulled back into a tiny bun at the back of his head. Sweat beaded at his hairline. The little droplets grew fat and ran down his cheek bones and disappeared down the sharp edge of his jaw as he chased your laughing body. 

“Crazy,” he mused to himself as the song ended and you finally let him twirl you in by the hand. Silco dipped you, watching your smile widen. He held you there as you examined him through your striking eyelashes. He leaned down slowly, sensually and let his eyes flicker between your eyes and your lips. You were caught in his trap, lips parted as your eyes locked on his lips.

Further, slower, he leaned down until you could feel his gasps of air on your lips. He parted his lips and tilted his head closing the gap between you-

Silco stood up and twirled you again. The sexy smirk on his lips made you forgive him just a little for being the incredible tease he is. “Bastard,” you cursed him with a wicked smile.

“A thirsty bastard,” he corrected smartly. Taking you by the hand, Silco led you to the bar and gestured dramatically to an empty bar stool.

He poured your favorite and slid it to you before making his own drink. Silco rounded the corner and brought the stool next to you closer to yours. He had just put his glass bck on the counter before you slid into to lap, facing him.

“Sly thing,” Silco chided, hands settling on your ass.

“You love it,” you replied. You pulled the hair tie out of Silco’s hair and watched it settle around his features perfectly. “Pretty boy.”

Silco practically purred at your words. He brought a hand up to cup your cheek and placed the other at the back of your neck. “I do love it- love you.”

“I love you too,” Silco repeated, sealing his words with a kiss.

2

“Don’t look at me like that,” Silco muttered, voice raspy with- was it. . . lust? “You know I can’t work with you watching me like that.”

You tilted your head. “Like what?”

“Don’t be coy.”

Silco didn’t look up as you rose from your spot from the couch. You heard his breathing turn shakier as you approached. Chuckling, you pulled the back of his chair until you could grasp Silco by the collar.

He spluttered- an endearingly pathetic noise you’d like to earn from him again- as you tore him from the endless plans, letters, and work sitting on his desk as he prepared for the future of Zaun. Silco didn’t actuallytry to stop you, though, despite his unintelligible grumbling.

You pushed him onto the newly acquired couch. His back hit the cushions and his raven-black hair spread around his head like a halo. Smiled as you committed the imagine of him so off-guard to memory. “You’ve been working so diligently,” you purr, raising on knee to rest between Silco’s hip and the sofa back. “And so hard. . .” You placed your other knee on the sofa and so lightly started grinding on Silco’s boner. “I think you deserve a break.”

Silco was the one watching you through his lashes now. “Is that right?” His heaving chest showed his anticipation despite his usual calm voice.

“Oh yeah,” you reply with a dangerous smile.

3

It was a late night- the crowd at the bar had been rowdy and took a while to herd all the drunkards out, leaving you an exasperated mess. Not to mention the fact that you were dealing with an astounding amount of Enforcers after Jinx had gone and stolen a couple expensive looking watches and necklaces for some reason unknown to you. All in all, you were beat.

After tossing a wad of cash to the other bartender, you bid him goodnight and headed up the stairs.

“I was wondering when you’d be up to see me,” Silco greeted you from his desk. “Come here, my dear.” 

He watches your movements with those sharp eyes of his. You perched yourself on the edge of his desk and let Silco rest his head against your chest. You ran your nails through his hair the way you knew he liked. “We should go get ready for bed,” you murmured, feeling his arms wrap lightly around your waist.

Silco heaved a sigh. “I have work to do.”

It was your turn to sigh as you pushed off the desk. Silco looked up, brow arching, at you. His confusion waned as you straddled him, wrapping your arms around his neck. You felt the man under you shudder as he exhaled, stress slowly easing out of his body as you pressed soft kisses to the oh so fragile skin behind his ear. “You can do your work tomorrow after you get some sleep.”

Clearly your tender embrace had weakened Silco’s resolve because all he did in response to your statment was pull you impossibly closer to him. “I suppose you’re right,” Silco finally muttered into your shoulder.

4

Jinx and Silco were currently in disagreement over who would do Jinx’s hair, when they would be doing it, and the hairstyle Jinx wanted. For an eight year old, the little blue haired girl knew what she wanted. And it was that Sevika stayed as far as humanly possible away from the eight year old.

So that was why Silco had convinced you to go to barber near Benzo’s old shop. Something about ‘not being anle to contain such rage and emotion in such tiny body’ alone.

Truth be told, you weren’t well educated in children handling. Working with Silco and the traitor for most of your life gave you practically no time to interact with people under sixteen. Jinx had taken a liking to you- probably because you were one of the people she saw the most because of your relationship to her adoptive father. (On the certificate, you were also listed as a guardian.) So being able to style the girl’s hair as she liked would be a good skill to add to your already wide-ranging knowledge.

The two of you paid as much attention to the barber as possible. Jinx had selected a simple three strand braid that you got the hang of off the bat. Silco? Not so much, but the effort was there!

When you paid and left, Jinx was so happy with her hair and so convincing that she was given permission to play with the barber’s twin son and daughter. Silco had pressed a handful of coin into Jinx’s hand and told her to be home in two hours.

“You’re going soft,” you mused, jutting your hip into Silco as the two of you left. “It’s endearing.”

Silco recoiled. “I am not. Inconceivable.”

When you scoffed, Silco turned to you with his eyes narrowed. “Something to say, trouble?”

“Nah,” you drawled. “It’s… It’s nice to see this side of you again.”

Your lover wrapped an arm around your waist and led the two of you back home. “I haven’t felt more content in a long time,” he finally admits. Emotion made his voice gravely.

“Yeah.” You continued to walk, falling into silence. 

“I like watching you with her.”

Silco’s glinting eyes are already locked on your gaze when you look up. “Yeah?” You ask, suggesting smile beginning to pull up at the corner of your lips.

“Yeah. It makes me wish I could. . . fuck one into you,” he mutters.

Your eyebrows are higher than your hairline when he speaks. “Sil, you- you know I can’t-“

The dark lust in Silco’s eyes lighten. “That doesn’t mean I can’t fuck you like you could carry my children,” he tells you, an edge of an emotion you can’t quite put a finger on.

Silco pushes open the door to The Last Drop and flicks on one of the light switches. He turns to see you sitting on the table of a booth, watching him with an expression so vacant Silco wonders if this conversation is what finally sends you running. “Talk to me.”

Continuing to say nothing, you pat the table next to you. Silco pulls himself up beside you and examines your face carefully. He is apprehensive as you slide into his lap wordlessly and wrap your legs around his waist. You trace the calloused pad of your thumb from the very bottom of Silco’s scar surrounding his eyes. It’s when you near the tip-top of the marred flesh does Silco grasp your wrist.

“Speak to me, my dear,” Silco repeats. “What are you thinking? What do you want me to do?”

Silco lets your wrist go without much resistance. You tangle your fingers through his short hair. “I want,” you begin slowly, hearing his breathing cease entirely. “You to fuck me like you could knock me up.”

It takes Silco several seconds to compute your statement before leaning in to fucking devour your lips.

5

The bar was booming tonight.

Round after round, table after table, drink after drink. In informal terms: you were fucking slammed and the crowd wasn’t thinning out.

It’d been this busy for at least the past three hours and the pain in your feet and legs had been so God awful that you couldn’t wven feel them anymore. And the poor bartenders could barely open their mouths without someone spitting out orders or tossing coins or just pestering them.

You sighed. Nights like these made you really question your love of the damn building. 

An hour later, you could see a glimpse of the light at the end of the tunnel. With an end to the night in your near future, you found yourself walking a little faster: a little more eager to get the people more drunk and gone.

It was another whole hour before you were almost finished with the cleaning. All you had left to do was wipe down the counter and tables, put the chairs up on the table, and mop.

Silco finally slunk down the stairs to see you and the last, most desperate bartender mopping up. He slid into a booth and rested his head on his palm as he watched you.

When the two of you were officially done cleaning, Silco fished out a bag of coins from one of his pockets. “Here, kid,” he said before tossing the pouch at the awed bartender.

“I- Thank you sir,” the girl said gratefully, eyes flickering between you and Silco. You smiled at her tiredly.

“Good night, Mimi,” you told her.

Silco watched Mimi smile brightly at you- the significantly kinder of the couple- and nod excitedly. “Good night, y/n! Thank you again sir, and good night!”

You came to a stop in front of Silco and tugged your apron off. “How are you?”

Silco heaved a sigh. He reached out to you and turned you away from him. Then Silco pulled you down onto his lap. He comically scooched back until his back was against the wall and his and your legs tangled on the rest of the booth. “Better.”

As Silco wrapped his hands around your waist, you felt your back decompress as you leaned against the love of your life. Your eyes fluttered shut, heavy with sleep. “I love sitting on your lap,” you confess.

Silco hums, amused.

“Best seat in the whole damn house,” you say, yawning.

Before Silco realizes it, you’re asleep. He doesn’t want to get up because theres a chance you’ll wake up, but Silco also wants to get his love to bed.

He just rests his head on your shoulder and lets himself have this moment.

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