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if riot won’t give us the scenes with silco raising little jinx then i’ll do it myself

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„You need anything before I leave?”

“Don’t,” His eye rolled open to look at you with a foreign kind of desperation, “Don’t leave.”

Little something for amazing Chicken Parm and their fic „Come morning”

Which you can find 👉🏻here👈🏻 and ✨here✨ and you can also check the Master List and since you are there, you can also spam their inbox saying something nice💛

P.s.: it’s Readers hand! (Not Jinx!) Click open for better resolution☺️

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You know how lots of characters in Zaun wear makeshift shoulder guards, including young Silco? Practically everyone wears the sameish mix of ambiguous cloth on top of something thick. Silco’s shoulder pad briefly stands out from the rest. I noticed that the back of Silco's shoulder pad looks like the same pattern and leather material Jinx wears on her bikini top in the game.

Is it a coincidence, maybe. But Silco keeps Vander's old knife from the day Vander tried to DROWN him, what if he kept the clothes from that day too. He doesn't wear them anymore, maybe he just keeps it in a box to rememnber who he used to be, and how it almost git him killed.

Plus, I like to think Jinx likes to tear apart his clothes to turn them into her own outfits!

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Remember when we all thought Fishbones would be the vessel in which Silco's voice lived on in Jinx's mind? Fishbones is a sea monster with scarred lips, dark scar-like markings around his glowing eyes, a large, pointed nose, and was created by Jinx for Silco. He shows the same fatherly concern for Jinx and her reckless behavior that Silco shows in the show. Mylo and Vi's words to her haunted Jinx, unlike Fishbone's voice, and Silco uses his breath to comfort Jinx so he will not haunt her either. After Silco dies, we hear him speak, one last time, "We will show them all" as Fishbones as aimed towards the tower, the final command before Jinx pulls the trigger.

Or when it was believed that Jinx would receive her pink bullet tattoos at some point in s2. She jinxed everything, killed her first family with the monkey bomb which created giant clouds of blue, hence the blue cloud tattoos she receives. And then she relives it again, the worst moment of her life, when she accidentally shoots Silco with pink-trailed bullets. These two events turned her into Jinx, so it only made sense now that she embraced that side of her she would tattoo the other reminder of why she was Jinx.

But instead we got only two hallucinations of Silco, one aggressive and harmful to Jinx and the other talking like Vander, spitting on Silco's character and everything he stood for, as Jinx's mental illness is mostly washed away. Fishbones doesn't talk to Jinx and is destroyed by the end of S2's first act, and Jinx decides she isn't Jinx right afterwards. No Fishbones or tattoos to remember Silco.

No one could ever convince me that S2 was any good from a writing standpoint. I wonder if the writers didn't go this route because people had theorized about these things which were so cleverly foreshadowed. So they decided to trade them out in the name of plot twists and surprising the audience, hence so much of s2 feels retconned and had zero build-up.

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I am just dropping by to tell you that according to Fortiche a whole working day was needed to make 0,7 seconds of animation. The scene below is a little more than 2 seconds long. Someone actually spend 3 working days to animate this...I don't know who it was but I hope your pillow is cold on both sides for the rest of your life 😁

Sorry for the spam post, the brainworms are highly active today, please don't be mad 🙏🏻

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the weird schrödinger's emotion that is "that character death was narratively satisfying and emotionally impactful and ultimately the best way to handle their character arc" simultaneously with "noooo but I wanted them to live :( :( :("

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проєкція на улюбленого персонажа бо можу

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Sugar—Chp 4: Bitter

Sugar Masterlist

Previous chapter: Chapter 3

Overall Rating: Explicit. Minors DNI 

Chapter tags: modern AU, sugar daddy Silco x sugar baby reader, f!reader, Finn; Jinx; misunderstandings; jealousy

Chapter Beta Reader: none

Total word count: 4.9k

A/N:

No betas for this chapter! We die like my will to write T^T Sorry for the huge delay on this. As soon as I announced I'd release chapters monthly, I fell behind on that deadline. So I'm just not gonna stress myself setting a timeline.

With the money you received from Silco last night, you're just barely able to make rent. You check and recheck your banking app, anxious that the money from him will randomly disappear and leave you high and dry. But, to your immense relief, it doesn't and you manage to pay your landlord.

Too close for comfort.

You stare at your laptop screen, bouncing through an irresponsible number of browser tabs you have open. Half of them are job listings you're in the process of applying to while the other half are car mechanics you're trying to vet.

Read the rest on AO3

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another quick Silly before workin

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sad update on the silco’s AU character model search so far… i think the best hope we have is if the hair texture artist who worked on his AU design shares it someday

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I really love your Viktor and Jayce x petite reader request you had done! Can I request the same prompt for JayVik, Silco, and Ekko please?

Small Thing — JayVik, Silco, Ekko (seperate)

synopsis: three filthy fucks with the most dangerous men in piltover and zaun — stretched open by jayce and viktor, spit-slick and ruined by silco, and bounced breathless on ekko’s lap ‘til your legs give out

cw: fem! reader, explicit, petite! reader, threesome (mfm), oral (m receiving), gagging/ drooling/ spit, thigh riding, p in v penetration

JayVik .𖥔 ݁ ˖

You’re flat on your stomach, legs spread just enough for Viktor to kneel between them. His hands are on your hips, cool skin working to guide you back into him as he grinds slow, deliberate circles against your ass. He’s not inside you yet — just letting the weight of his cock drag along your soaked folds, teasing you open with every rut of his hips.

You’re trembling already. You’ve got nowhere to go.

Jayce is in front of you, thighs spread wide, cock thick in your palm. He’s watching your mouth, barely breathing, one hand on the back of your head as he brushes your lips with the head of his cock. You’re small between them — ridiculously small — your belly flush to the mattress, mouth wet, cunt dripping, caught in the slow push-pull of Viktor’s hips and the heavy weight of Jayce in your palm.

“Open” Jayce says — low, not demanding, but knowing you will. And you do, lips parting as his cock drags across your tongue, slow and heavy. He pushes in until you gag, and your fingers twitch around the base, holding him as best you can while your mouth stretches wide.

Behind you, Viktor groans softly.

“Look at this“ he murmurs, dragging your hips back again so your cunt spreads open around the head of his cock. “Look at how easily she gives in.”

Jayce watches the way your jaw works to take him, the soft gag in your throat as you try to breathe through your nose, slick dripping from your pussy as Viktor finally notches in. It’s a slow stretch — you go tight and tense, your hips twitching as he eases in inch by inch, filling you without hurry. You let out a muffled, strangled sound around Jayce’s cock.

“Easy“ Viktor says, but his hands grip your hips harder.

He’s deep by the time your voice breaks — nothing but a ragged little sob around Jayce’s cock as Viktor bottoms out, your cunt clenching down on him so tight it drags a hiss from his throat.

“Fuck, she’s—” Viktor cuts himself off, fucking into you with a shallow thrust. “Too much.”

“Let me see.” Jayce pulls out of your mouth and leans back, watching your hips as Viktor draws out and sinks in again. Your cunt clings to every inch of him, wet and stretched and flushed.

Jayce growls low, eyes flicking up to Viktor. “Switch.”

You barely register what’s happening before they move — Jayce hauling you into his lap like you weigh nothing, guiding your messy cunt down onto his cock in one slow push that has your back arching hard. You cry out — too full, too deep, stretched wide in his lap while he wraps an arm around your waist to keep you still.

Viktor sits in front of you now, flushed and breathing heavy, cock glistening in his hand as he watches your belly bulge slightly from the size of Jayce inside you.

Jayce grunts behind you, rolling his hips slow and thick. “You seeing this?”

Viktor nods, eyes fixed on your stomach.

Jayce groans at that and drives in deeper, just to showcase it a bit more.

You don’t know what you’re saying anymore — the noises you’re making aren’t words. You’re just twitching, drooling, caught between their hands and weight and mouths. Viktor leans in and cups your face, thumb tracing your lips as Jayce fucks you from beneath.

Viktor feeds his cock to you — slow, careful, watching your eyes roll back when he slips into your mouth. You take it because there’s nothing else to do. You’re not even thinking anymore — just a soft, wet mess between them, your cunt pulsing around Jayce’s cock while your mouth works over Viktor’s, drool pooling at the corners of your lips.

“Fuck, just like that” Jayce groans, thrusts getting rougher, hands gripping tighter. “She’s close—feel that?”

Viktor is watching you, his thumb slipping into your mouth beside his cock. “Let her come. We’re not done.”

Your orgasm rips through you like heat — sudden, sharp, clenching. Your body spasms between them, tiny and overwhelmed and soaked. You’re shaking, crying, throat stretched and cunt clenching and still they don’t stop.

Not until you’re limp between them, wrung out and trembling, a perfect little ruin in their hands.

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“You can’t even wrap your hand around it, can you?”

Silco’s voice is calm, almost amused. He’s fully clothed, slouched back in that high-backed chair of his while you kneel naked in front of him, small fingers struggling to stroke his cock. It’s thick and veined, flushed a dark red that looks violent against your skin. When you try to circle your fingers, there’s a full gap left between thumb and middle finger — he wasn’t wrong.

“Little thing like you, trying to take this?” he murmurs, stroking a finger down your jaw.

You nod, tongue out already, drooling down his shaft like you’re starving. He watches it — how you loll your tongue up the underside, licking along the length of him while your hand struggles to keep a rhythm. You have to use both hands just to stroke the base and even then, he’s got more left over.

“Open up“ he commands.

Your jaw drops and you brace both hands on his thighs as you lower your head — Silco’s cock stretching your mouth open with slow, deliberate pressure. Your throat tightens the deeper you take him, the head pressing past your tongue, spit bubbling out the corners of your mouth. You gag — once, twice �� and Silco groans low in his throat, not from concern, but satisfaction.

“Don’t stop“ he warns. “Keep going.”

You sob around him, trying — trying so hard — as your throat spasms, your tiny body jerking from the sheer effort of taking something that massive. Silco’s hand threads into your hair, not guiding, not forcing, just present, a silent reminder of who’s in control.

He fucks your mouth slowly, using it like he owns it, hips flexing just enough for your nose to press to the rough fabric of his slacks. You choke, spit running down your chin, onto your breasts. He groans again when you start crying — little, pathetic noises muffled by the weight of him.

“Look at you“ he breathes, staring down at the mess of you. “So small. So useful.”

When he finishes — when he finally grips your jaw and holds your mouth wide open, spilling down your throat in thick, hot pulses — you nearly collapse from the effort.

Ekko .𖥔 ݁ ˖

Ekko loves the size difference.

He says it all the time — not in words, but in the way his hands span your hips entirely, how he lifts you with one arm like you weigh nothing, how he always tucks you against him like you belong right there.

Right now, he’s got you sprawled over his chest, his back against the mattress and your slick little pussy grinding over the flexed muscle of his thigh. You’re both bare — he hasn’t even tried to put it in yet, just watching the way you use his leg, grinding yourself over it, desperate and soaking and breathless.

You whimper every time your clit catches the ridge of muscle, the friction just right. You’re so wet it’s smeared down his skin, sticky-slick sounds filling the room each time you rut your hips forward. Your cunt glistens against his thigh — a creamy mess that has Ekko groaning and flexing the muscle harder for you.

“You like that?” he murmurs, voice low and raspy in your ear. “Keep goin’, baby.”

You gasp, burying your face in his shoulder. Your hips stutter, thighs twitching — you’re close and you can’t even help it. He grips your ass, guiding you down harder, helping you fuck yourself against him.

“Shit” he groans, watching. “Gonna come just like that, huh? Didn’t even need my cock.”

You’re crying out now, right on the edge — one more rock forward and you snap, your whole body tensing. You shake through it, thighs clenching, cunt pulsing open on empty air as you smear even more slick over his leg. He doesn’t stop you — just rubs slow circles into your back, letting you ride it out.

Suddenly he grabs your hips and flips you onto your back.

He lines himself up, the fat head of his cock dragging through your mess. You’re still twitching from your orgasm, and you whimper when he presses just the tip in — barely an inch, and you’re already full.

“Goddamn“ he mutters, voice wrecked. “You’re tight.”

You just moan, legs open, eyes glassy.

“Next round” he growls, leaning over you, thick and hot and heavy above your tiny frame. “You take all of me.”

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wholesome toxic tragic found family…what more could u wish for ;-;

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SILCO IN ACT 2- EPISODE 5

+ BONUS - THE COACH SHOT WITH A VIEW OF THE PAINTING

the dirty little smirks and cuntiness aughhhhh

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I interpret Jinx as one of these ppl who don't consider themselves political bcos the things they casually believe they think are obvious, or indisputable facts. like Jinx will hate the enforcers and want to fight against them, she does so bcos of all the mistreatment that directly impacted her life in terrible ways, but she's 'not political'. Similarly she could e.g. in her mind casually thinks of herself/her home as zaunite/Zaun without ever questioning it bcos that's the terms she grew up with.

So I agree that Jinx wouldn't consciously subscribe to an ideology or fight primarily for a cause but it's also stupid to say she's void of political opinions or beliefs, she didn't grew up in a vacuum. I think that without thinking about it she could casually keep on doing important stuff that has meaning like protecting Zaun from Piltover/Noxus invasion but in her mind not thinking of it as being a part of a movement but a simple 'protecting my home/territory' but by doing so she de facto believes and acts on a 'Zaun should be independent' ideology. If on some level she didn't care about Zaun's independence then she would be fine with an outside force taking over. (and I imagine she won't be in s2)

"I'm not political, I just don't want enforcers on my streets" - Jinx, as tho this isn't a political/ideological opinion to want to exclude Piltover police force from Zaun's territory.

like she views everything through a selfish lens but those experiences that shaped her are still ones she shares with pretty much all zaunites and that's what we call a social issue, so sometimes when Jinx will try to solve these issues just for herself she'll also solve/have an impact on them for everybody else.

Jinx blowing up the council was primarily for emotional reasons but these are the same emotions Vi felt in the opening scene of ep 1 and these are the same emotions probs any other zaunite felt at least at one point in their life when somebody close to them died bcos of Piltover.

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pHapss...

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