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When you haven’t slep in a while and have an important meeting

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Puppy eyes

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[the force of attraction]

I was sketching Mel when 'The Last of the Real Ones' by FOB started playing - this is how I ended up drawing them as Sun-Earth-Moon triptych

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My last doodle for a while… going to deactivate for a bit but I’ll be back when I’m doing better… I love u, tb nation 🤍

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in all timelines?

-in all possibilities.

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pt2

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Sketch is done ✨

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Young Silco ugh

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The miner (WIP)

While I’m writing Chapter 3 and deciding whether to stop at 11 pages of rough draft or resign myself to going for 15, here’s a WIP of young miner Silco that I’m working on for a challenge on Twitter. If you want to see the full piece, you can find my profile HERE.

As always: if you’re interested in reading about young Silco in the alternate timeline AU, I have an ongoing slowburn fic that you can check out HERE.

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The zaunite

get your print HERE!

As I mentioned in previous yaps, I’ve been drawing a ton for Tw*tter and posting almost nothing on Tumblr because I have very little visibility here. Plus, for some reason, it only lets me upload images from my computer—but it’s fine, I’ll just ignore it. So, here’s the latest piece I made for the unnamable site!

As usual, a quick plug to mention that many of my recent drawings feature young Silco (artbook) or slightly younger but not too young (specifically that 4-second flashback where he has the fresh eye wound), because in the fanfiction I’m writing, he’s a few years younger than in Act 1. You can read the fanfiction HERE!

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The man the legend the twink himself Silco

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So stay with me

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Hopeful - Young!Silco x gn!Reader

Notes: ahhh some tooth-rotting fluff while i work on some more angst in the background 😅 Warnings/Rating: mentions of sex but no smut, very soft Silco | E for everyone Wordcount: 1k Synopsis/Request: I'm just IN LOVE with your writings with Silco, obsessed. This is my first time requesting you, though. Anyway, I want a fluff with young silco with "what're you laughing at?" "You're just cute when you're tired." and "Don't smile at me like that." LOVE YA <3 ~ @thebiggestshot (I am sorry this took so long!)

Masterlist | Dialogue Prompt list

The gentle thrumming of fingers through your hair slowly pulled you from sleep, the cool fingertips dragging lazily over your scalp as the palm cradled your head sweetly, holding you close. 

You took a moment before opening your eyes, taking a chance to listen to the steady thrum of a heartbeat beneath your ear, accompanied by the rustle of the duvet as legs shifted carefully to entwine themselves with yours lovingly. 

You fidgeted a little, tilting your head up with still closed eyes to press a sleepy kiss to his jawline, leaving your lips to linger against the soft skin before tucking your head more tightly into the crook of his neck, breathing in the musky scent of him mixed with cigarettes and sex, and throwing a lethargic arm around his stomach as you tried to bury yourself in his skin, because simply laying beside him wasn’t enough. 

“Good morning, dove.” 

Silco’s lips ghosted across your forehead as he twisted more onto his side, using the arm tucked under your head to squeeze you against him in his cramped bed, his other arm snaking its way to your thigh, pulling your leg up and over his as his fingers lightly squeezed at the flesh. 

With a tired smile against his skin you cracked your eyes open, pulling your head back slowly to allow your eyes to focus on his face, settling your cheek back into your own pillow. Your lips parted with yawn and you hid your face in the warm, crumpled fabric. 

A soft chuckle broke the morning peace, drawing your gaze back to the man beside you, eyes narrowing a little against the brighter light as it filtered in from the dingey window behind him. 

“What are you laughing at?” Your voice was a little croaky as you brought a hand up to rub at your eyes.

You reached out, your fingers brushing some of the loose strands of his hair from his cheek, the pad of your thumb dragging along the skin and forcing him to scrunch his nose, leaning away from you slightly. 

He smiled regardless, twisting to press his lips to the palm of your hand as he mumbled, “You’re cute when you’re tired.”

You huffed in disbelief, “Well, whose fault is that?” 

He bit out a laugh as you pushed him, forcing him down against the mattress by his shoulder, only for his arm to tighten around you to yank you on top of him, pulling a squeal from your lips as he settled you on his chest, 

“You didn’t complain last night,” his fingers trailed up your back slowly, the rough calluses sending shivers down your spine as they brushed over each vertebrate teasingly. “It was very much the opposite, if I remember correctly – oh! Silco! Right the-” You clamped your hand over his mouth to stop his breathy taunting, only for him to lick a stripe over your palm, his tongue hot and wet, forcing you to pull your hand away, wiping it down his chest as he leaned up, littering your cheeks with kisses.

You cackled and fought to escape his grip, rolling back into the empty spot beside him and yanking the covers with you, exposing his skin to the cold morning air. 

“Oh, you’re in for it now!” Silco’s fingers attached to your waist, digging in.

“Ah! You bastard!” you writhed, twitching to try and escape his relentless assault on your stomach, his lithe fingers tickling the skin with perfect precision, even as your back arched up away from the bed, arms flying out to grasp his wrists and try and pull him away. You failed miserably, of course. Despite appearances, you were always surprised by your boyfriend’s strength. All those mining shifts really added up. 

“I concede!” you cried out breathlessly, chest heaving as you tried to push him away by the shoulders again, “Please!” 

“Okay, okay,” he released his hands, leaning up on his arm above you as you caught your breath, eyes softening when you caught him watching you adoringly. For a moment, it was suddenly harder to breathe again, the air you were gasping for hardly having an effect as his fingers now trailed affectionately up your thigh. There was no ulterior motive here, for a change. Rather, it felt mindless, like it had become second nature for him to hand his hands on you at all times, as if trying to convince himself you really were there beside him. 

“Don’t smile at me like that.” 

His smile only widened, brows furrowing as you tried to avoid his gaze, “Like what?” 

“Like you love me. I can’t take it.” 

There was something almost disconcerting seeing the somewhat aloof Silco so smitten. The entire time you had known him he had always been somewhat detached, keeping his head down, nose buried in his notebook as he watched everyone from afar, adding a witty comment when the attention was pulled to him, but otherwise remaining a mystery to many – a stoic, black-leather bound book that no one could read. Now, however, in the soft morning light and the post-sex haze, he was all soft around the edges, and it set your heart on a warpath.  

He snickered, squeezing at the flesh of your leg again as if to punctuate his words, “But I do love you.” 

“I know, it’s sickening.” 

“What can I say,” he shrugged, his fingers continuing their trail back up your side, your muscles tensing defensively beneath them on instinct after his attack, “you just bring out a different side of me.” 

You raised a brow, rolling onto your side again to face him as he eased himself back down to his pillow, hand settling on against your ribs as if seeking out the steady thrum of your heart. 

“Yeah? And what’s that” 

For a moment, he didn’t answer. His gaze softened, the playful glint in his eyes dimming into something more vulnerable. He wet his lips, his attention flickering to your mouth briefly before returning to your eyes. “A more hopeful one.” 

For a moment, you simply stared at him, his sudden vulnerability knocking you off kilter. You searched his face for a moment, finding nothing but sincerity.

A small smile tugged at your lips as you leaned in just enough to bridge the gap, your nose bumping against his and rubbing against the cool tip to make him laugh, the sound breathy and tired. 

“Well, hopeful looks good on you,” you whispered, pressing forward to catch his lips with yours sweetly, a fleeting brush that had him laughing breathily against your skin.