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hello!

this is my fandom blog to get all my fixations out and about!

minors pls do not interact - 18+ only

bby gorls: silco, astarion and emmrich + general arcane, bg3 and dragon age

Masterlist: What Remains - Silco x Reader One-Shot - Rated E [angst, smut, past lovers, young love] Teach You a Lesson - Silco x Reader One-Shot - Rated E [smut, gloves stay on, jealous Silco] Pathogen - Silco x Reader One-Shot - Rated E [dark romance, toxic] The Games We Play - Silco x Reader One-Shot - Rated E [smut, hooking up in a club] The Crystal and the Flame - Silco x f!OC Longfic - Rated E [non canon-compliant, adventure, explicit sexual content, slow burn, healing, growth, angst, domestic fluff, eventual happy ending]

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I Knew Nothing But Shadows pt. 25

Chapter 25: Return to Me

>> Click here to read!!

Chapter Summary:

The aftermath of your argument. Copia is desperately trying to find you and make sense of it all while you're trying to sort out the mess inside your head.

Chapter Content:

6k words, big angst, paranormal elements, copia going through it, some gore/blood, violence, take care </3 also: 18+

SIDE NOTE: If you want to be tagged in chapters in the future pls let me know. You can also join any of my tag lists here! ♡

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hey lestvika nation.......pspsps here's JazzSinger!Sevika x Lest

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pier walk ends in seagull incident...sad!

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Silco headshot commission for @kitkernel

So very thankful to all the lovely people commissioning me currently! Can't believe I got to draw one of my favorite characters for a commission!! thank you so much again!! If you'd like to commission me, my price sheet can be found here. Send me a dm or contact me over on discord to book a commission!

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a few nights ago i dreamed that there was another new way to express “omg my scrunkly my babby boo<3” or whatever thru text, but it was worded like “i could find and kill him in under 24 hours. i could hunt him down like a squirrel.” and everyone just treated it like a very normal thing to say about a cute guy. why did my unconscious brain cross these particular wires

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“You never did know when to walk away” Silco, Arcane

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Fic comments are also like a way of validation from the reader that you’re not a weirdo for writing fanfic. That someone was waiting for you to write that. Needed it. Weirdo4weirdo reassurance

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improper handling of medical equipment

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Arcane s2 Hottest Character Poll: Round 2

Jayce vs. Viktor

Reblog to make this poll more fun! Propaganda is strongly encouraged! This poll is regarding season 2. Post whatever you like, but I'll only reblog propaganda from season 2. Find all polls linked in my pinned post.

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A repost with a little retouch. Looking at you with his beautifully hooded, almond-shaped eyes. What a man...if only I could cradle his face in my palms 🥹

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Silco’s Song of the Week #4

Marilyn Manson - Slo-Mo-Tion

artwork: IG crispy_star 🖤

TW: NSFW, power play ahead

„This is my beautiful show And everything is shot in slow motion"

I stumbled over @lullabyes22-blog absolutely delicious headcanon about what it’s like to have Silco as a lover and since this entire blog is basically my ongoing theory about his music taste and his vices, I would love to add to the list. I mean why else does he has that big-ass gramophone in his office. Why else would it be there if he wasn’t a man who worships and uses sound? Who drowns himself in it, so he can shut off everything else?

Let’s set the mood.

The office is dim, the air thick with cigar smoke, neon lights bleeding in from the streets of Zaun - and you’re the lucky one caught in Silco’s net. He’s leaned back in his high-backed chair, the one behind his desk like a throne, or stretched across his leather couch, bourbon in hand, smoke curling from his lips.

It starts with his voice: A command. A taunt. Maybe just one word. Low. Confident. Leaving no room for questions.

“Dance for me, doll.”

And you do. Because his gaze gives you no other choice. He leans back, legs spread, watching you without rush. Every movement you make, he follows with precision. You move to the beat. Slowly. A striptease made for him and only him. Your eyes fixed on him, lips parted.

No words needed. Just that look: slow, undressing, and him already knowing what comes next.

The music plays, something slow and filthy. The bassline creeps under your skin, slides down your spine, makes your body move like it’s possessed. Layer by layer, you shed yourself for him, showing him your movements, your body. And you know it has to be slow - his unbothered but razor-sharp gaze tells you so.

When you’re left in nothing but your underwear, he finally rises with that measured, deliberate grace. Walking around you like a panther ready to attack his prey. But he doesn’t touch you. Not yet. Just circles you. Watches. Breathes.

Then finally, he’s behind you.

His presence alone is enough to spread goosebumps across your skin. When his fingers land on your skin, they’re featherlight, followed by a soft fabric. Tracing your curves, your arms, until he blindfolds you with his tie. Not rough. Precise. Ritualistic. You can still smell the smoke on his hands and his expensive perfume.

He guides you to something soft or maybe bends you over something colder, harder. The desk. The couch. You don’t know. And you don't have to.

He ties you up. Slowly. Each knot deliberate. Legs. Arms. Wrists. Or maybe just your hands behind your back. You completely in his mercy.

Then he leaves. And the music gets louder.

So loud you can’t hear his steps and not even your own thoughts. Just the sudden rise of volume. You’re alone. Waiting. Bound. Blindfolded. Surrounded by nothing but smoke and sound. Your senses on high alert. You don’t know where he is. But you know he’s watching. You feel him. Right there. Waiting. Enjoying the view.

When he finally touches you again, it’s barely a touch. A slow brush down your thigh. A graze along your jaw. A breathy kiss that lands like a threat.

He doesn’t speak. And he won't. He lets the music do it for him.

This isn’t romance. This is a claim. This is his beautiful show. And everything is shot in Slo-Mo-Tion.

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NSFW‼️

Silco is having fun

Clothed version

Not very clothed version

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Rogue silco 🗡️