#SAVIOUROFZAUN

[zaunrising]

For Jinx and/or Sevika: "It looks like it’s painted with the curtains in my grandmothers' basement."

The truth was that Jinx hadn’t been paying attention to the meeting, not really. She was in a bit of a drifty mood, and so had no real idea what Silco and the other man had been talking about. Sure, she’d been paying enough attention to catch a change in tone, a voice going louder, any movements that might seem like someone was reaching for a weapon, and anything else that could lead to a dangerous moment. However, their actual discussion? In one ear, and right out the other. Her eyes wandered from Silco to the man he was speaking with, over to some flickering sign up above. Her eyes flickered over to a nearby trash can next, then to some random flying insect, and up to a bird thinking about eating it, before looking back to Silco. A moment later, she started the whole thing again, with her gaze moving aimlessly all around. What caught her attention in the end was a tone in Silco’s voice, and a sentence from him that regardless of if the man in front of him understood it or not, she did.

Without any hesitation a hand slid down, her pistol was pulled out not even a second later, and the look of surprise on the man’s face made it clear he’d not expected Silco to simply have him killed. He’d also certainly not understood just how quickly the blue-haired girl could move, or thought that such a young looking woman could have a complete lack of hesitation, particularly as she hadn’t seemed to be paying attention either. A soft gasp, and a thud as a body hit the floor before Jinx holstered her weapon, and upon hearing Silco’s comment let out a soft laugh.

“Silco, it’s dead, why do you need to make fun of him? Not his fault he fell and ended up looking all…” Waving at the corpse, she shrugged. “Like that.” Pausing for a second, she blinked, and then looked back to Silco. “Wait, curtains? In a basement? In Zaun?… your grandmothers…? How does any of that…” Shaking her head, Jinx just decided to let it be. She’d probably misheard him, or something. It was being one of those odd days. A good day though, because she got to spend time with Silco, and got to help him! “Can we get a snack before we go to your next meeting, or back to the Last Drop, or wherever we need to go?”

Not even a day later Jinx would have completely forgotten what the man she killed looked like. Just one more corpse fallen in a gutter in Zaun. Why both remembering? She knew she’d killed someone for Silco of course, her memory wasn’t that bad. All the same, it wasn’t the first time and wouldn’t be the last. Why bother burdening her memory with faces that didn’t matter?

If he’d wanted to be remembered, he shouldn’t have been so boring.

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

What’s the strangest/weirdest thing the Mun has watched on youtube?

✧ ── 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐒 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍

1. What’s the strangest/weirdest thing the Mun has watched on youtube?

── "Oh yes, the video site - strange to me how this world's population has endless information at their fingertips and yet instead of research they choose to focus on pointless nonsense. They seem to enjoy videos that delve into the many features regarding the oceans in their world; a call to the void perhaps? Why bother trying to frighten oneself with imagery and experiences they will never have? What is there to be scared of in the oceans' floor when you'll never be at the bottom of them anyway?"

[blackrosesmatron]

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U bunch of pervs

My phone suddenly has tons or notification because of one simple ooc/hc post (not to mention the peeps on my discord reaching me out to comment on this xD)

[freedomsbounty]

credit goes to @saviourofzaun

[elisethetraveller]

“Boss Battle”

From; Boss Battle Music!

So perhaps not the most thrilling choice but to me a batttle between Silco and Elise would not be a high-pace battle or even necessarily a typical “battle”. This has an (imo) intrigue feeling to it and fits better with what I imagine a battle between them would be while still being having that beating pulse which I would find essential to “Elise Battle Music”. Hope you like it!

[independentzaun]

🐱 Much love, but yes ;u;

Send 🐱 for moderately intimidating

Whaaaat? Nuuuu. I'm just an anxious lil coffee bean. You don't have to be intimidated at all! Well now I'm just going to have to be more silly, and casual! Love to you as well though.

[adenial-a]

ㅤㅤshe could preen at not being immediately shut down for her bold words , a content smile growing on her lips as ears folded back , relaxing , ready to begin . ㅤㅤ"ㅤoh , noxian soldiers are always biting for the next conflict ,ㅤ"ㅤand she's not wrong either . they were rabid for expansion , to war and battle was an honor .ㅤ"ㅤthe price would be relatively small ... and is negotiable , of course .ㅤ" ㅤㅤher ears perk up , just as her back straightened , trying to keep herself professional first .ㅤ"ㅤhalf of what remains of piltover , and half of what remains of the hextech foundry from clan ferros .ㅤ"

ㅤㅤit's a large demand , but her face is serious , and so are her words .ㅤㅤ"ㅤzaun can have it's independance , and even expand into the other half of piltover , and noxus will be your first nation to set a trade route together as an independant nation . a good start to your economy .ㅤ ㅤㅤ"ㅤif you agree to the terms , we will send a militia to protect you , along with weaponry for your own soldiers . with half of the foundry split between our two nations , you could only benefit . noxian money would go into repairing and maintaining the factory , and you only need to reap half the profits .ㅤ"

@saviourofzaun continued from x

[cinisemperium]

@saviourofzaun sent in: [ NEW MUN ]:     for the mun to talk about a recent new mutual they’ve begun to follow, why they followed them, what drew them to their blog, etc. “ 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘾𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂   𝙊𝙐𝙏 "  ;   𝙊𝙊𝘾   𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙈𝙋𝙏𝙎. || accepting

My blog is fairly new, so almost every mutual is a new one, but if I had to go through the most recent, it would be @impcra. I actually found them through a recommendation from another moot, and after scrolling through their blog I really enjoyed the way they presented their characters and how they wrote in their responses!

[vsagis]

continued from @saviourofzaun​​

Pressing his hands against his mouth is an instinct; a movement he doesn’t consciously control or recognize until it’s already happened, and until Silco’s voice echoes somewhere in the back of his mind. Soon, he manages to focus on the pair of red and blue eyes, and discern the words for what they are, instead of a menagerie of sounds. What was he saying before?

“I—” Izuku draws in a sharp breath, hands now grasping at his father’s sleeves. Focus, focus. Colors. “Red,” he begins, fixated on Silco’s eyes, in some miraculous way failing to connect it to the mess behind him, “And... black, and grey...” Each words comes just a little bit easier, a little less faster, exactly like Silco aimed for it to be. “Blue,” he adds after a longer pause, back to looking at the other’s face.

[zaunrising]

For Jinx: ❛ everything i’ve done.. every horrible atrocity, it’s been for you. ❜

Sometimes, Jinx had her moments of insecurity. Moments in which she wasn’t sure just how much Silco cared. Those times often led to echoing feelings of possessiveness, jealousy, a need for more of Silco’s time. A need that couldn’t always be fulfilled as he was after all a busy man, but those feelings had to come out one way or another. Jinx being Jinx it was just as likely she’d spend time trying to make Silco happy, and proud of her to earn that attention, as it was she’d simply stalk him. In this case, she’d gone for stalking. Rooftops, alleyways, hidden passages no one else knew. A multitude of hiding spots, and despite her blue hair and alabaster skin, it was near impossible for anyone to notice her. Not when she was in a mood like this, a mood to shift from shadow to shadow and to be a ghost traveling through Zaun. Eyes drifting across Silco from time to time, she’d never quite completely focused on him, even as she followed. Not until she decided to drop down close by him. Boots landing with a dull thud announcing her presence, Jinx was in a crouch, tilting her head as she stared up at Silco for a moment. Slowly standing, her eyes flickered around to see whatever, or whoever, had been holding his attention before she joined him. “You’ve been busy. We haven’t even had our hot cocoa or anything lately.” It sounded like a whiny, pouting child’s complaint. At least in words. Particularly with her next absent-minded comment.

“Why? What’s been so important? Why has it been so important?” Easy, really, to assume it just the casual disgruntled question of a teenager. Unless you heard the sharp note underneath the casualness. Until you noticed her eyes, unblinking, and oddly intense. An assumption that would likely slide away from most people’s minds as she moved slowly forward. The smoothness of a hunting hound trying to decide if there was prey nearby for it to lunge for hidden within her steps. Not that she’d hurt Silco, of course not, but this was Zaun. She could always find someone else to hurt. Blue eyes catching Silco’s, Jinx did not care in the slightest what she was interrupting. She needed to hear his voice. Needed that soothing note before the static in her mind grew, and erupted to fill her ears.

He knew just what to say, of course he did, it was Silco. Her shoulders relaxing ever so slightly, lips pulling into the faintest smile, that intense gaze not loosing its intensity but gaining a certain warmth to it. Jinx stepped forward, moving ever so close to him. “Every atrocity? For me?” Voice sweet, young, loving, devoted, her head tilted to look up at him. A moment later, her fingertips rested on the back of his hand. A movement echoing that same touch she offered when taking his injector from him, when it was time to give him his medicine. Her next comment was inevitable.

“Let me help? Let me help. There’s nothing you can show me that would ever change my mind about you.” Nothing that would ever change her feelings about him. She was devoted to him, and she was Important to him. Jinx wasn’t convinced she was the most important thing to him, after all, there was Zaun. However, she could be content with being the second most important thing. She’d never come first, not truly, not for Vi or Vander anyone.

“I want to help.” Voice getting an odd almost purring note to it, she couldn’t help the smirk flickering across her face. “All those horrible atrocities. Just think though…” Eyes on his, her attention fully on him, nothing and no one else more important.

“How much more they could be with both of us. The art we could create together.”

All she ever wanted was to help him, and to make him proud. To ensure no one else could ever take her place in his life. To make him need her there, just as she needed him.

To guarantee he wouldn’t toss her aside. Like she had.

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

💜 ― receiver's choice ( simply shout out whoever you want )

🐝  *  ―  𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑻-𝑶𝑼𝑻𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑨𝑾𝑬𝑺𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑺.

💜 ― receiver's choice

── Without a DOUBT in my mind I wanted to shout out Sage's @saviourofzaun ! Holy shit okay so - I loved Arcane and I knew there was going to be a thousand Silco blogs but if you follow ANY it needs to be this one. Sage has put so much time, energy, and thought into their portrayal of Silco and it absolutely floors me everytime - they're able to write him in such a manipulative, dark way and its so compelling. Which - hi sage let me mwah you - is very funny to me as well because Silco is a bastard and Sage over here is the sweetest pumpkin pie on the planet, seriously they're SO fucking nice? Anyways, if you like dark content and all around amazing portrayal - go check them out!!!

[arcanescionmoved]

⌜ @saviourofzaun ⌟ ―― C a i t l y n ❝ Hot scenario: Getting topped by a red head in Silco's office, as a big 'fuck you' to him. ❞

HATE | No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know

"Silco might need to get a new desk," Caitlyn said as she took a brush from the counter, removing the tangles that had caught up in her hair after the escapade in her own room. Vi was taking a shower as she leaned up against the wall and glancing over to the other.

"Being topped by Vi is already an immediate yes, you don't even have to ask me twice. That woman has a way with her hands and her mouth that just..." A blush pressed up against her face as she felt goosebumps run down her spine. "I would never say no, and to tick off Silco is an added bonus,"

[punkcannon]

@saviourofzaun replied: “Weasel-” inhales deeply, and exhales to not snap at her. “Jinx. I only the best of the best for you, not some brat who doesn’t differentiate between ‘your’ and ‘you’re’ when writing. He didn’t do. No, no. I shan’t shank him if he is worthy of you, my little gem.”

"At least he knows how to write poetry. Neither of us knows that. Ain't that good 'nough." As if Silco knows how to appreciate poetry. All he knows is blabbering all day using big fancy corporate words only he and his father would understand. She holds the papers she'd stole from the poor little guy earlier when he'd struggled to give them to her, clutching them tightly against her chest. The fruit seller has called it rubbish, something about wrong usage of idioms and proverbs and blah blah blah, but she didn't care what other people said. Ti's not like she had the chance to go to school and learn how to properly appreciate poetry either.

"Why do you never trust me to know the best for myself? I'm already sixteen." Silently, the most rebellious time for young teenage girls. "We are only kissing and hugging. Ain't gonna build a family or get pregnant or anything like that. If he's a jerk or anythin' I'll shank him myself. I don't need you."

[spungolden]

“i’m not usually a sadistic sort of person, but i will take pleasure in spilling your blood.”

Blake truly hoped there was never a day he met Silco. Yet, at the same time, he knew it would happen eventually. He was a target in the undercity for his multiple connections to Piltover, along with his general intelligence on almost everything from his parents. It was the reason that he had learned how to fight at a young age.

But this wasn't a fight. This- this was Silco. Kingpin of the undercity, shimmer distributor, power holder. Despite all the titles that struck fear in people, he showed no fear of the man that stood on the other side of the counter. Tan hands were planted on the wood as blue eyes stared at the man in front of him. What could he say that wouldn't end up with him dead?

"Y'know, I'll actually pass on that," he says smoothly, a hand raising to wave the threat off. Did he know waving Silco off was probably worse than saying no? Yes, yes he did. "It'll be too much of a mess for both of us, including your goons. Appreciate you coming to me for information first, though. Makes me feel almost special."

[desolxte]

An Ambiguous Contract. @saviourofzaun | continued from x

So 'Jinx' is not a child like he expects — she is in her twenties, works for Silco, and is what he calls a loose canon. Levi just stares skeptically at the man while he carries on to explain: He wants him to be the girl's mediator, someone who is meant to keep the reigns held on a person the industrialist has just described as unstable, and he will be expected to keep her in line. He clicks his tongue and steers his eyes back up to the creaky pipes overhead again. It sounds like an impossible task, but it's one Silco's made sure to give him the incentive of doing well with his threat back to the ones he cares about. They'll be the reason the bastard's so confident he wouldn't harm her either.

You shall accompany me too, the leader of Zaun reminds him again, demanding Levi's attention back down to his mismatched eyes while he tilts his head and cracks his neck. Another subtle demonstration of the control that he's basking in. It might go unsaid but Levi can't keep the ice from his eyes, that stare unwavering while the man refers back to his life out on the streets, and the potential he has, and how he should see it all from a different point of view... Slimy, is the word Levi thinks of when he looks at him.

"Keep the leash on your kid and the head on your shoulders," he summarizes, crisply. Keen not to encourage any further details that he's hardly in the position to refute right now. "As your second-in-command." Levi reminds him, Silco's own promised words; the ones deemed equal to law down here. At the very least, that rank should keep the other dogs off of his back—give him a little less to worry about. Sevika has already made herself known to him, the one that apparently brought Levi's name to Silco's attention to begin with. He would have to repay her for all that interest at some point.

"And what of the pay?" Levi asks, although its outlined in the contract—the sum is a decent number, but that's what makes it so hard to trust he'll actually see any of it. If he would be doing what the man wants of him though, assuming this is about to become a full-time job, then Levi would be needing that money. "When can I expect that to start?"

[independentzaun]

Safety and awkwardness

Continued from Here with @saviourofzaun

Seeing the smile that had started to slowly appear she’d tossed a quick smile at him before blinking in surprise as he grew pale. “Silly?” Eyes widening a bit trying to figure out what was wrong Jinx leaned in a bit considering him. “Yes, it’s me.” Was he worried it wasn’t actually her or something? That was more her issue than his normally. Hopefully they didn’t need to go see the Creepy Doctor. Waiting for Silco to respond her head tilted a bit before moving to sit on top of his desk as she so often did.

His question made her look vaguely puzzled for one simple reason. She didn’t connect his question with the possibility of pregnancy or anything else. She’d been with someone who couldn't get her pregnant, and hadn’t been ovely concerned with other things as Jinx had made sure she went to a decent brothel. One that Sevika actually went to from time to time although she’d gone when Sevika was not there having no desire to deal with that awkwardness. Regardless safety to her was something that didn’t exist at all in Zaun which was why the only person who knew where her workshop was happened to be Silco. However something could be made more safe than otherwise.

“Well they were tied up for a decent amount of it, and I was always in control. So that’s safe. Safer. It’s fine. Not like I was in any danger.” As though she’d let some random person be in control, or not make sure that the door was locked and any windows closed to make it difficult for someone to interrupt. Of course she made sure they were safe… relatively speaking. This was after all Zaun.

“Why? What’s wrong?”