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when a/rcane s2 everyone take a shot every time you get overwhelmed with emotions. ( keep your tequila bottle in hand. )

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Silco in Arcane 1.02 | Some Mysteries Are Better Left Unsolved

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the council getting angry when j.ayce ( deja vu.... and again what the freak ) told them he made a deal with s.ilco offering the undercity independence was truly one of the most disgusting scenes. like, s.ilco aside. you guy literally wanted to just use them as your miners.... you reap all the benefits of their hard labor. you never took care of them, never cared about whether they lived or died, didnt care about what s.ilco was doing to them and im looking at you too h/eimerdinger ( he pisses me off the most, never changed a damn thing.. then decides when hes off the council he'll go see how he can help. bitch no. i hate that fuzzy bastard and i wish e.kko would have pushed him into the river. )

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it was the briefest moment that she let herself be seen, a dead flower had been brought back to life, and quickly she hid what had been done behind her back, like a child who had been caught. ❛ were you watching me? ❜ lizabeta inquired in a pointed tone, she wanted to see how this one might respond to her. not all men were evil, she had told herself that, but there was still danger inside them. ❛ hmm… perhaps you are nothing like them after all… ❜ / for silco!

the  undercity  was  devoid  of  life.  of  color…  yet,  silco  still  found  it  beautiful.   it  is  his  home,  he  would  died  to  protect  it.   to  him  it  is  a  gem,  it  could  be  brilliant…  it  held  all  of  his  memories,  the  good  and  the  bad.  it  was  during  one  of  his  many  walks  through  the  undercity  that  he  had  come  across  her,  she  was  beautiful  ,     she  looked  ethereal.     she  did  not  belong  in  the  undercity,   most  of  them  were  dirty.   she  had  a  glow  about  her.   he  felt  his  cheeks  flush,  embarrassed  by  the  fact.

a  flower?  brought  back  from  the  dead.  he  watched  almost  in  awe,   confusion  mostly  but  there  was  something  unreal  about  it.  ❛  oh  !  ❜   he  gasp.  she  hadn't  been  wanting  to  be  seen.   perhaps  it  was  a  talent  of  his.  hiding  in  the  shadows,   being  unnoticed.  he  stares  at  her  for  a  moment  before  speaking  ❛  did…  ❜  he  pauses,  unsure  of  if  he  should  even  question  her  at  this  point.   what  magic  was  this?   ❛  did  you  just  revive  that…  ❜  eyes  shift  to  it  and  back  to  her,  an  eyebrow  raised  ❛  plant?  ❜       

unprompted asks. always accepting. [ @rozaveta ]

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❝ I never would have given you to them. Not for anything.❞ SILCO & JINX in ARCANE (2021-)

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will be here today. HOPEFULLY LMAO.

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draws on one of his cigars and hands it to him before he tries to put one in his mouth with a big smile on her face. / young jinx.

for  a  brief  moment  he  stares  at  her,   the  clear  expression  of  shock  sits  upon  his  face.  he  clears  his  throat.   he  feels  it  again,   inside  his  chest  his  heart  swells.   its  an  ache  that  he’d  buried,   a  good  ache.   this  child  seemed  to  have  taken  her  makeshift  shovel  and  dug  it  up  from  where  he  had  laid  it  to  rest.   he  smiles.   its  warm.    proud  even,   is  this  how  vander  felt?     he  wondered,  fondly.   the  girl  was  sweet.   a  bit  broken,  but  even  in  her  imperfection  ,  she  is  perfect.   a  brilliant  mind.  he  takes  the  cigar  from  her  hand  with  a  nod,  admires  it  for  a  moment.  ❛  thank  you,  jinx.  ❜   he  did  not  want  to  smoke  it  ,   but  keeping  a  cigar  out  of  sentiment  was  a  bit  much…  it  was  still  a  cigar.   there  will  be  others,   he  tells  himself.    there  will  be  others.     ❛  it’s  very  nice.  ❜     he  would  smoke  it  ,   though…  perhaps  a  bit  later.   for  now,  he  will  allow  himself  to  admire  her  creation.

unprompted asks. always accepting. [ @zaunver / jinx. ]

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x

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i realize i need to post this, it will be added to my pinned but... this blog is literally revolves around the show and the show alone. i have never played the game, i probably never will. i do not know the game lore. i know that the show is canon to game lore and im gonna learn through arcane.

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Silco & Jinx + similarities

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s/ilco hating p/iltover more than most z/aunites because he had to literally slave away for them in the mines, he had an attempt on his life by his beloved ( involving war against them ) and even then... came back and still tried to save the u/ndercity. make no mistake. s/ilco does not love the people of the u/ndercity, who stays will stay, but the u/ndercity needs to be saved before he can love the people who inhabit it.

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takes a picture that hides almost his entire face and shows only his nose. 'nosy.' she scoffed before laughing childishly. / jinx.

work  is  exhausting  him.he  can  feel  his  mind  going  in  and  out  of  focus,  the  only  thing  that  steadies  him  is  the  soft  laughter  of  jinx.  he  smiles  for  a  moment,  dazed.  before  shifting  his  eyes  to  her,  curious.  she  was  entertaining  herself.  there  was  nothing  new  there.  she  often  sat  in  his  office  and  made  herself  at  home.  he’d  grown  used  to  it  by  now,  it  was  comforting  in  a  way.  he  wasn’t  completely  fond  of  being  alone,  and  it  has  been  this  way  since  he  has  met  her…  he  found  himself  more  dependent  upon  her  dependency,  not  a  fact  he  would  be  willing  to  admit.

she  speaks  a  word  then  her  laughter  breaks  him  from  his  thoughts  and  he  lets  out  a  soft  hum.  ❛  what  it  is,  jinx?  ❜  he  wonders,  he  laughter  only  growing  louder  and  louder.  he  reaches  over  and  takes  the  device  from  her  and  looks  at  the  image.  finally  the  word  repeats  clearly  in  his  head.  nosy.  he  scoffs.  ❛  oh…  how  funny,  jinx.  ❜

unpromped ask. always accepting. [ @zaunver / jinx. ]

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bug silco.

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so tell me why all day yesterday i had silco monologuing the words to those irish school kids song....?

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She rushes to his side. Lifts his head. Tears welling. She presses her hands to his wounds futilely.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Silco's eyes fight to come to focus on Jinx.

"I never would have given you to them. Not for anything."

Silco reaches up, wipes a tear from Jinx's face.

"Don't cry. You're perfect."

Silco's eyes, full of love, glaze over. Blank. SILCO IS DEAD.

Jinx, with the affirmation of love she's always wanted ringing in her ears, HOLDS Silco's dead body.

He smiles at her like only a father could.

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RICHARD SIKEN SENTENCE STARTERS   —   majority of quotes pulled the poetry book crush. feel free to make alternations.

if you love me, you don’t love me in a way i understand.

there are so many things i’m not allowed to tell you.

you say ‘i’ll give you anything,’ but you never come through.

please, for just one night, will you lie down next to me?

you wanted happiness. i can’t blame you for that.

i owe you, i owe you everything.

tell me you love this, tell me you’re not miserable.

you didn’t show up. i kept waiting.

why take more than we need? because we can.

i want to explain myself to myself in an understandable way.

people like to think war means something.

you are here, you are here, you’re still right here.

sorry about how i ruined everything by saying it out loud.

will you defend yourself?

let’s not talk about it, let’s just not talk.

how much can you change and get away with it, before you turn into someone else, before it’s some kind of murder?

i ran and i knew you wouldn’t catch me.

when you have nothing to say, set something on fire.

you still get to be the hero.

tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.

i’m bleeding, i’m not just making conversation.

eventually something you love is going to be taken away. 

you want a better story. who wouldn’t?

i hope it’s love. i’m trying really hard to make it love.

we are not dirty.

i will come back from the dead for you.

you are a fever i’m learning to live with.

do you want to go home now?

there’s nowhere to go.

i’d rather quit. i’d rather be sad.

unfortunately, we don’t have that kind of time.

you take the things you love and tear them apart.

there is no way to make this story interesting.

i don’t think i can take this much longer.

do you love yourself? 

sorry about the blood in your mouth. i wish it was mine.

even when i look away i am still looking.

i think i need to do this alone.

what more do you want?

you saved my life.

someone has to leave first.

i swear, i end up feeling empty, like you’ve taken something out of me.

will you love me even more when i’m dead?

your world doesn’t make sense.