#silco rp

[zaunseye]

"There's a monster inside all of us... You see, power, real power, doesn't come to those who were born strongest or fastest, or smartest. No. It comes to those who will do anything to achieve it..."

ɪɴᴅᴇ���ᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ ʙʟᴏɢ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱɪʟᴄᴏ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ɴᴇᴛꜰʟɪx'ꜱ ᴀʀᴄᴀɴᴇ

𓁿 ꜱᴇᴍɪ-ꜱᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ (ᴀꜱᴋꜱ/ᴀɴᴏɴꜱ ᴏᴘᴇɴ) 𓁿 ᴏᴄ, ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱᴏᴠᴇʀ, ᴍᴜʟᴛɪᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅʟʏ 𓁿 ᴍᴀᴛᴄʜ-ᴛᴇɴꜱᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴀɢʀᴀᴘʜ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ 𓁿 ᴀɴʏ ᴇʀᴀ ᴏꜰ ᴀʀᴄᴀɴᴇ ᴄᴀɴᴏɴ

𓁿𓁿 18+ (minors DNI) 𓁿 violence 𓁿 adult themes 𓁿 medical tw 𓁿𓁿

𓁿𓁿 exploring :: rebellion, death, revenge, trauma, found family𓁿𓁿

𓁿 verses 𓁿 shimmer info 𓁿 npc list 𓁿 viktor blog

rules 𓁿 info 𓁿 memes 𓁿 playlist 𓁿 tags 𓁿 gallery

follows from @zigg--muses.

[that-is-why-we-fight]

Whispers

“There’s another show in half an hour,” Sevika informed him, and at a terse nod of his head, she exited her boss’s office.

Nothing happened in Zaun without its watchful Eye being aware of it. Silco found a way to turn nearly every situation to his advantage, and he’d been hearing rumors for nearly a number of weeks that bothered him. Oh, there was no trouble. He had Zaun’s problems well in hand, but this situation was entirely irksome.

He was the Eye of Zaun. He knew everyone in his little kingdom without exception. From Chem Barons to the lowliest street peasants, Silco had files on them all. He was well-organized and detail-oriented. And yet...

This so-called ‘Siren of Zaun’ was a complete mystery to him. All he had been able to find out was that her moniker was a stage name - a fact which was already painfully obvious to a man of his wit. She sang at Vespers - a bar in direct competition with The Last Drop - and from the Drop’s business numbers, she was also drawing away all his customers.

An ingenious business scheme, he had to admit. Either this Siren knew he didn’t have any singers that could generate the buzz that she had - a situation he would be forced to deal with in harsher measures than words - or she was simply talented - in which case, Silco wanted to bring her to the Drop.

But before he could put either plan into action, he needed to see this singer for himself. Standing abruptly, Silco straightened his vest and fetched his overcoat with the large lapels. He intended to make an impression tonight one way or the other. Sweeping out the door with a swish of fabric, the Eye of Zaun went to watch the Siren who’d stolen his bar’s business.

@the-siren-of-zaun​

[f1shbonez]

I now have an Interest Tracker for the folks who want a quick and easy way to log their interest in writing with me ✨️

[hxlplessheart]

I’ve gone from being a Viktor fan to also being a Silco fan oh no. If anyone is up to rp a cc x oc thread and is willing to rp as Viktor or Silco please let me know!

[industrialist-of-zaun]

(Regarding the Thematic Headcannons Post)

For Silco or Sevika!

Hc + 💉 regarding any medical conditions he / she may have other than his corrupted eye / her arm?

..or 👎 regarding shimmer / the state of Zaun which it is leaving behind.

(There is no need to answer either of these ideas!)

💉Medical Conditions

Due to the river toxins, he has extensive nerve damage on the left side of his face, which spans the length of his scarring and goes even deeper. Because of this, Silco has lost his sense of smell & taste due to the damage to his sinuses. His meals need to be carefully monitored with temperature (he uses his hand to gauge hotness) as not to burn his mouth and damage it further. He seeks texture instead of flavor because of this, and he saves the more flavorful dishes he can cook for Jinx (since she's still able to enjoy it).

He likes heavily spiced foods and anything that has heat or capsaicin in it; those foods tend to stimulate what little feeling he has left in his mouth in a pleasant way.

His medicinal shimmer buys him some time, but it only slows the spread of the toxins; it cannot cure them. Years of using shimmer have taken their toll on his body, resulting in poor blood circulation (causing ever-chilled fingers & feet) and plaguing him with mild seizures. These seizures are hidden from the public, but over time they will only worsen until they kill him.

👎Shimmer & the state of Zaun's destitute

Silco is aware of the effects Shimmer has on his people, but he views it as a necessary evil. The benefits outnumber the detriments; it brings in necessary resources to support the cause, as well as stimulates business within and outside of Zaun’s boarders. The medicinal benefits alone are incredible, the recreational usage of it keeps people placated. You are less likely to face insurrection if your populace is too high and distracted to scheme.

As for the state it’s leaving Zaun in, he isn’t the proudest of it, but there isn’t another way to secure their freedom with certainty. Nobody else sees their march to sovereignty the same way Silco does, or with the same passion. It _must_ be him that frees his people, or it may not be anyone at all- not in their lifetimes, of their children’s lifetimes.

When they achieve freedom, he has plans to produce detox kits for Shimmer, and ease his people of their addiction to it. Recreational shimmer will be discontinued, and instead his factories will move to producing the medicinal variant of the serum.

He does not need to be liked, and he does not expect his people to adore him for his actions; he will be the monster his people need, to achieve their freedom. His happiness, love and legacy are willingly forfeited; none of those things matter, in the pursuit of abolishing their oppression.

They’ve suffered enough, haven’t they?

💉Medical Conditions

Sevika has widespread, lasting damage from the explosion in the cannery. Losing her arm was a process, from amputation, getting fitted for a prosthetic, and physical therapy. The arcane-blue scars along her face aren’t the only scars it left her with. Streaking across her left side from the shoulder socket, they spiderweb across her ribs, side & back. On certain days, they prickle like electricity or a twinged nerve, on others they radiate pain like white fire from her skin to deep into her muscles.

The prosthetic of her arm links into her collarbone & shoulder blade, to keep it secured in place and to help distribute the pull of the mechanisms as she works. She is in chronic pain due to this, and her right side has bulked up slightly more than her left to account for the extra weight. Sevika never has the most pleasant expression on her face, but it isn’t because she’s mean, it’s because she’s tired and in pain. Also, to add insult to injury, due to the years of inhaling the noxious gasses of the fissures & smoking like a factory, she has the beginnings of either Sump or Smoker’s lung.

👎Shimmer & the state of Zaun's destitute

Sevika loathes shimmer; anybody who knows her can tell you that. She only uses it for her arm and for necessary boosts in battle, otherwise she avoids the shit like the plague. She’s too busy to dwell on it, though Sevika knows that it has many actual, legitimate uses.

Silco has assured her that the recreational strain will be phased out once Zaun it free and on her feet, and this is what has to happen... for now.

But walking through the Sumps, walking through the End, seeing the squalor and the destitute addicted to the highs Shimmer can bring, it boils her blood. She hates what it's done to her people, her city, her Lanes, and one day, she hopes to scrub the undercity of it.

For now? She has a job to do.

[lustskiss]

ZAUNDADS 18+ RP?

I need them in the alternate universe, together, doing it nasty, I mean, being lovey-dovey and cringe and stuff; is anyone down? I have a preference for writing Silco but could try writing Vander! I am down to write anything, fluffy, dark, vanilla, dead dove, idc I just need them! AHHH

Semi-lit, lit or adv lit. Nsfw is welcome but not required! If NSFW is involved, switch dynamics are highly preferred. Dm if interested! The RP will take place on Discord.

[eyezzz]

Alright Arcane/League rot has me bad once more, I want to Rp or Write Jayvik divorce angst and dial up the weird horror of Act 2 for both of them so if that’s your kind of thing 👁️

That or Vander Silco angst, I love them and I have not seen nearly enough for those two (Can you tell I’m a lovers to enemies to ??? freak)

I have been into LoL lore for 10+ years so I’m willing to explore other characters/settings but I’m laying out my Arcane cards first and foremost I have several years of Rp/Fanfic writing experience, third person multi paragraph. Story/Character driven, I like slowburn but can also do episodic pieces. Personally I enjoy heavy angst, body horror and other kinda ‘bad end’ subject matter but I don’t mind dialing that back if it doesn’t fit the story.

Please please please if I don’t get to write as Jayce or Vander I will die the brain worms have got me so so bad

Looking for people 20+ and who would prefer to Rp on Discord! DM me here first!

[sickokitty]

hai 🧸ིྀ ⟡ ݁₊ . 22female, looking for some arcane roleplays! double up / mumu required! oc x cc, cc x cc

ִֶ࿐ I prefer a partner that is somewhat active, and gives at least a few replies a week! ִֶ࿐ this roleplay with have dark themes, course language, gore, and sexual content (smut) so please be okay with those things! ִֶ࿐ i love chatting and making friends ooc, as well as making moodboards, playlists, headcanons, etc, so please be open to that as well. ִֶ࿐realistic, drawn, or descriptive faceclaims are okay!

if your interested in this, please like this post or add me on discord ( huntersteaparty ) . please do not like this post unless you are interested!

[mini-jinx]

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« 〔 ＬＩＴＴＬＥ ＢＬＵＥ 〕 » 💥

Curiosity and adventure was something Isha always had an itch for, even before she met Jinx. It most cases, it had always got her into some sort of trouble— though very rarely was it with ill intentions or with attempt to cause harm and distress to others. No, Isha wasn’t like that. She wasn’t like most of the people of Zaun.

She was kind and sweet, as every child should be at that age, yet many children here were anything but. Most were mislead and had no choice but to rebel and turn to aggressive behaviour in order to survive. Those who didn’t, drew the short straw every time and luck was something that did not work in their favour. Here in Zaun, kindness and mercy was rare, and was one of the lowest forms for weakness that often resulted in many taking advantage of such naiveness.

Now, Isha was very much naive when it came to people. Be it her age, her kindness or her lack of ability to communicate with being a mute, but that didn’t change the fact that she was brought up in these slums. It made her tough, in her own little way. She was street-smart. It was her.. superpower, so-to-say. Growing up in these murky streets gave her one good gift and that was knowing it like the back of her hand.

She was a slippery little…jinx at that. With a small frame such as her own worked in favours when in need of creeping into certain places to steal a few bits and pieces. They were of course, for all good reasons. I did say that her intentions were never with an smelt to cause distress, remember?

A girl just has to eat, a little kid at that.

Times were tough recently and she was sure that Zaun was just getting worse and worse. How that was even possible, she didn’t know. She was a kid after all and hiding in the shadows as the chaos roamed the streets day and night was confusing for her, not to mention terrifying at times. An orphan such as herself meant life was that bit tougher, especially compared to those from above. Over the last year, sleep had varied in both locations and times, but not long since, had Isha found herself a little nifty hiding spot that she had come to terms with being her own little safe place.

You could tell she had been there awhile and everything she had was either stolen or picked up off the streets, which to her was always a lucky find.

If you were to look inside— and able to fit that is, you would find a few worn out cushions, most of which were torn, burnt or simply smothered in some sort of dirt. Surrounding them would be a few blankets and candles that had melted down into the base of the metal tunnel from their usage. She had some coloured marks on the wall of the tunnels that looked to have been made with some sort of paint, or chalk. It could be seen as a remind from an outsider perspective that this truly was a child living here and their playful nature was shown through the mini art pieces and what remained of small stuffed bears or rabbit plushies a top of her blankets.

Much like every other morning, she started her day off by sitting outside of the tunnel, with her legs swinging loosely over the edge. Mr. Bunny sat on her lap, who she helped prompt upright with the one leg and ear he had going for him, and observed Zaun from below.

OCs, multiverses and Crossovers are welcome when interacting with Isha!

Please also note I’m not following the exact lore from Arcane, meaning it gives me/us more flexibility with characters and plotting without following a set storyline, that we ultimately know how it will turn out. (i.e; silco is still alive. Jinx may not yet have blown up the council and the likes). I’m happy to discuss in more depth as to what exactly has changed from the originally tv shows storyline, or what we would prefer to keep in and not change at all, to avoid confusion before we start.

P.s, this post is NOT an open starter for everyone to respond to. It’s simply a basic copy of how I write with Isha, and if you are comfortable and happy with my style. If you would like to use this as starting point to meet Isha, please message me beforehand for my approval to interact with her.

[sheepishvagabond]

psst. Anyone wanna slow burn rp a pairing with me?? I ain't got not limits, happy with sfw or nsfw, and don't actually mind what pairing. These are my favs to play as or against! L, Light, Mikami, or Matsuda. Happy to play against Misa, or as Misa if I can be more gender diverse with her. Also willing to play as our against Silco, Viktor, Cicero, Will Graham, Hannibal Lecter, The Ghoul.

Really like toxic relationships, don't mind cannon or au, don't mind playing against ocs. I like posts between a paragraph to maybe 2-3, but can do longer or shorter for a good match! Will have slower points but can be consistent. Just come at my inbox with your ideas and we can figure out the deets.

[geminigame-rp]

THE GEMINI GAME IS LOOKING FOR SILCO!

ALMIR and IVILL are a strange pair of extraterrestrial twins that refer to themselves as the GAME MASTERS. They offer the recently-deceased a chance at redemption in exchange for their participation in a battle against the other twin's team--the rules and setting of which change with each new world stage. Just remember to read the fine print when you sign the contract...

The Gemini Game is an 18+ multi-fandom Discord based roleplay group that is currently accepting fictional characters and original characters from most media sources.

We operate on a rotational AU setting where a new world is played every 8-10 weeks, allowing flexibility and freedom for characters to build relationships and bonds with both their teammates and even their opponents in these strange games.

Check us out here!

[misfits-of-zaun]

The past three days had felt like a nightmare she couldn't wake up from.

Vi paused on the fire escape, scowling down at her map. Jinx's college dorms were supposed to be nearby - but damned if wasn't taking her all day to reach the place. The roads were mostly gridlocked, with entire highways full of abandoned cars and other vehicles, forcing her to navigate on foot as she'd got closer to city centre where the campus was. To worsen matters, there seemed to be different dangers around every corner - Vi had already fought off a couple of asshole looters trying to rob her earlier today, and come face to face with a mob of rabidly aggressive Infected.

She'd tried to stick to the rooftops after that.

How the fuck had things gotten this bad so fast? Since she'd reached the outskirts this morning, Vi had yet to come across a single living thing that didn't want to kill her. It was extremely stressful, as well as deeply disorienting. It felt like the end of the world.

The only thing that kept her moving forward wa sthe knowledge that her sister was in this city, somewhere.

She had to find her.

Campus had seemed her best bet to check, since phone service and wifi had both abruptly dropped two days ago.

Now that she was here, it was eerily quiet, but that didn't make Vi any less uncomfortable about the idea of walking out in the open. But that was what she had to do now. According to this damn campus map. Reluctantly, she folded it up and put it in the inside pocket of her red leather jacket, then lowered herself down to street level to cross the distance to the next building. Her skin prickled the entire time, hypervigilant of her surroundings.

It was partially the desire to duck in somewhere with cover for a moment and check her map again, partially an opportunistic impulse to stock up on supplies, that caused her to slip into the campus general store. As she quietly scoped out the small space to ensure there were no nasty surprises waiting for her in the aisles, she saw the figure of a man towards the back of the shop - and stopped dead, hand reflexively flying to the pistol tucked in her waistband.

Generally she preferred Vander's knuckledusters or her baseball bat if it came to fighting Infected off, as it was quieter. Even carrying a firearm still felt strange. But as she'd learned, the Imfected weren't the only threats out there. Caitlyn's pistol had saved her ass from other living people already - just showing she was armed and willing to shoot was usually enough to persuade people to back off.

Then she saw the man's face. Heard his voice.

"Vi?...Of course…”

Shock, disbelief, and then defensive anger.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

Logically, of course, Vi knew, but that didn't make the emotional reaction of seeing Vander's bastard ex any easier. The man who'd spitefully found a way to legally steal her sister and break up what little family they had left.

“Look we don’t have time for a long conversation, or yelling. Not with the biters around so making this quick I got separated from her. Sevika should be with her and I need to find her…”

Vi's lip curled. Sevika. Ugh.

“I suppose. We. Need to find her. Now we have our issues, but we both want Jinx safe and whole.”

Was he for real? He wanted to buddy up now, as if the last ten years hadn't happened? As if what he'd put her through wasn't a big deal? Vi narrowed her eyes at him, jaw tightening, before turning away under the guise of snatching up what vaguely useful items were left on the shelves with her free hand, shoving them in her bag a little more forcefully than strictly necessary.

For fuck's sake. She would have preferred being attacked by an Infected over this. At least she had been prepared for encountering Infected. The knee-jerk impulse to just walk right out of the store - to get away from this situation - was growing by the second.

But Silco was still talking. And worst of all, the things he was saying made sense.

“So either we can work together, and not get in each others way or we can keep stumbling over each other as we look for her and risk pulling the biters down on us. Because I’ll never stop looking for her. So what’s it going to be Vi?”

There was a long, tense pause. Vi eyed the back of the store - was that the noise of something in the stock room? - before finally turning back to fix Silco with a flat glare.

"...Fine." The word was gritted out as though it physically pained her to say it. Another distant noise, definitely closer now, raising the hairs on the back of her neck. Vi silently put away her pistol, swapping it out for her bloodied baseball bat, gripping it like a grim lifeline. If anything else came at her today, she was swinging first, asking questions later.

"Whatever. Just stay out of my way."

Vi stalked off into the next aisle, partly to check her exit route was still clear, partly to scavenge any remaining supplies that might have been overlooked in the initial looting sprees. Mostly to get away from the feeling of Silco's eye burning into her back for a moment.

It was almost a relief to spot the zombie wearing a letterman jacket shambling out of the stock room towards them. Without a word Vi strode up to it, and swung as viciously as she could, dropping it in one hit. Then hit it again, and again, just for good measure.

It didn’t make her feel much better, but it took the edge off the boiling sensation in her veins.

Upon checking the stock room was clear of any more unpleasant surprises and grabbing a few more supplies, Vi headed for the exit.

"Keep up." Her voice was clipped and curt as she passed him.

"I'm not waiting around for you."

@independentzaun

Family issues and Zombies

Modern zombie Apoc starter for @cold-blooded-candy

((Quick few back story notes just so we have something to reference (if I got anything wrong here feel free to let me know I’m entirely willing to change and adapt). Silco adopted Jinx. Tried to adopt Vi, but couldn’t get it done in time. Vi blames Silco for being a homewrecker, and doesn’t know Silco tried to keep the sisters together. They do not have a good relationship at all. Vander is dead (car crash/accident), and things were complicated between him and Silco ala estranged spouses. Most of the bad stuff got blamed on Silco be it true or not, Vander is why Silco has his scars/bad eye. There’s a lot Vi doesn’t know/understand, and neither Vander nor Silco ever told her all of it. Silco has an arrest record for one reason or another. Silco has currently gotten separated from Jinx (who has Sevika with her) and everything is going to hell because zombies. With that, here we go.))

It would be easy to assume a man in his forties who was perhaps inching closer to fifty than he’d like to admit would have problems moving through town on foot while avoiding zombies. That assumption would be very wrong with Silco moving through a neighborhood he knew like the back of his hand. Silco had boots on that had seen him through a hundred punk shows, protests, and late night excursions. A heavy black leather jacket that went down to his hips, and a vest under it with a “nazi punks fuck off” patch on one side and another patch that said simply ACAB on the other. He hadn’t worn the vest in a few years not having had the opportunity to go to a show, but looking into his closet with a mix of frantic worry and the cold mindset that had gotten him out of so many bad situations before Silco simply hadn’t been able to resist grabbing it. Thankfully it still fit perfectly as did the rest of his outfit, and the backpack strapped to him that was perhaps half full didn’t impede him all that much as he moved.

His bad eye currently covered with an eye patch not wanting to take the chance that one of his decorative contact lenses would fall out Silco stalked through an alleyway. He’d spent practically his entire life in this town, and it showed as he took a side cut here or hopped a fence there or climbed up a fire escape only to move across the roof tops for a few buildings. A life spent with the first few years being chased by police or shop owners, the racist skinheads he’d fought more than once trying to grab him, or even just having fun with a friend running around all made it easy for the man to avoid zombies and get to where he was going with little issues. A shortcut through an abandoned apartment building did lead to one short deadly moment during which a zombie turned around growling in front of the window he needed to go through. Without hesitating for a second Silco simply shoved the makeshift spear he’d made out of a baseball bat he’d carved down, and a butcher knife attached to it with a few leather straps as well as duct tape and glue through the zombies face into it’s skull destroying the brain and kept going. It wasn’t something he enjoyed, but Silco had already seen more than enough examples of just what could come from allowing a zombie to live and get close to you to know he couldn't allow that.

Eventually he got to the college Jinx was supposed to be having her first semester at praying that she was still there, and with Sevika by her side. Pulling out a solar powered walkie talkie he hissed into it. “Jinx! Sevika! Are either of you there? Come in...Fuck!” Clicking it off Silco shoved it back into a cargo pocket on his pants, and continued through the college. There had been a disastrously high amount of zombies roaming around here near the start of the infection, but by now most had either died or left or gotten distracted and simply stayed in one building or another with nothing prompting them to do anything. Spotting the building that had the store for necessities and text books and snacks Silco frowned before heading that way figuring it was as good an idea as any. Slipping into it he glanced around hissing out Jinx’s name, and then Sevika’s before heading towards the food section first. Food, and then first aid was his plans. At some point however Silco heard a foot step and spun around pulling out the knife that had been sheathed on his belt as he’d put the spear down to scavenge. Blade very clearly held in a steady grip that spoke of a willingness to use it Silco paused for a moment realizing who was there, and turned his head just a touch to get a better look at her with his good eye.

“Vi?...Of course…” He shouldn’t be surprised. If anyone could survive this shit it was Vi, and as much as he felt that immediate rush of anger and resentment rising up there was also weirdly a faint small tiny hint of relief deep down inside not that he would ever admit it. Glancing past her to make sure she wasn’t followed he put the knife down by his side and took a breath shaking his head. “Look we don’t have time for a long conversation, or yelling. Not with the biters around so making this quick I got separated from her. Sevika should be with her and I need to find her…” Lips tightening a bit his scars twitched before he spoke again. “I suppose. We. Need to find her. Now we have our issues, but we both want Jinx safe and whole.” What ever issues he had with Vi. With the daughter he’d tried so hard to keep side by side with Jinx, but had failed and instead of keeping his family whole and together had seen it split. There was no doubt in Silco’s mind that here and now in this wasteland of death if there was one thing they shared it was that need to ensure Jinx was safe.

“So either we can work together, and not get in each others way or we can keep stumbling over each other as we look for her and risk pulling the biters down on us.” The knife slipped into it’s sheath as he stared at her. “Because I’ll never stop looking for her. So what’s it going to be Vi?” The woman was, he was sure, smart enough to know two people together was far safer than one. At least assuming the two people could trust each other enough to work together, and Silco knew quite well you didn’t have to like someone to work together. There was of course a soft growling sound from somewhere be it in the back of the building, or outside. Still far too many zombies, and too much risk to stay where they happened to be at that moment for long.

[industrialist-of-zaun]

ISO Discord RP partner

Hey folks!

Most of my Arcane RP partners have dried up or moved onto other fandoms, and I'm itching to start some new RPs!

I've no real preference, but please keep in mind I play Silco, Sevika, & Jinx pretty interchangeably. If you do an RP with my Act2/3 Silco, there's a high chance Jinx is going to butt her head in whenever she feels like it, and Sevika will come in for debriefs/status reports, and Gevalia lurk in the lower level of the Drop to keep an eye on things.

More fun facts about my muses:

- I'm not used to doing Silco x Reader, or RPing outside of this person unless it's a flashback. I can try though!

- My Jinx is aroace. Girl has too much going on to worry about relationships rn

- My Silco is some flavor of Demisexual and aro, but this doesn't mean he can't be in a relationship; it's solely based off the chemistry of our muses and how they get on. He's a strange one (thanks trauma!)

if Silco DOES take interest, it's usually: male, or male leaning females [Sevika, for example]. Folks who are bigger/stronger than him [he likes to be overpowered... but ONLY when he says so].

But those aren't hard and fast rules; I've had him take a heavy interest in a female vastaya before, so Who The Fuck Knows [her banter/snark absolutely hooked him. She knew how to read him and push the envelope with him to the point it was an art]

B u t

I also do non-shipping RPs!

With anybody/most characters (ima be real, not sure how to approach an RP with like, someone who plays Heimerdinger? But damn I'd try) so long as they respect me, my muses, and understand what my muses do does not reflect upon my personal views.

If you're interested, send me a message or reply to/reblog this post.

I have no idea what I'm doing with this ISO post, so uh. Give me a bit of grace.

Take care, lovelies~

[pr4nked]

HELLO everyone, my name is ani (18) and oh my god?? haha.. arcane has been driving me insane. I’m an advanced-literate to novella writer, meaning on average I will send 3 or more discord messages per reply. I would highly prefer if you were capable of doing the same !!!!!

kind of itching to roleplay as vander &/ silco at the moment !! the urgency is insane. i do have more of a preference for vander, considering how i have more experience with him. however, i’d love any opportunity to expand my abilities playing silco. that being said, i’m more than willing to either do platonic or romantic pairings :))

i’m looking for the following :

zaundads [ pref vander ] / romantic

vander & violet / platonic [ !! ]

silco & jinx / platonic

PLEASE dm me if you’re even remotely interested. I’d reallly really love if you were more talkative, collaborative, & highly intense as I am LOL. I do love to yap outside of roleplay, specifically when it comes to making headcanons &/ playlists, pinterest boards (etc) with our characters. i don’t bite !!

[letsbreakhearts]

Muse added:

Arcane:

Silco

[diveyne]

starter for [ . . . ] @arkhayn : silco.

darkness — a misunderstood and multifaceted concept carved of the deepest obsidian, pure and abyssal and glistening in stygian nights devoid of stars. there are those with a natural affinity towards it, finding comfort in its shadowed veil; others are struck with a vicious proclivity to madness and its terror. it is as beautiful and serene as it is a terrifying manifestation of the realm's atrocities and every horrific monstrosity and their gnarled digits and mangled wire-strung jaws lurking within the veil. in the right hands, it is a blessing, a moment's respite away from the inescapable demons crawling upon the earth clad in human flesh and their picture-perfect porcelain masks; in others, darkness is a weapon, an unimaginable and unfathomably catastrophic force that poisons the roots and sunders seams into the earth as far as the eye could see.

over the centuries that morgana has been shackled and bound to earthen soil, she has seen it all. she has seen the beauty of the shadows, light dwelling within the dark as a reminder of hope. she has seen in others how darkness twists and corrupts and casts hopeless souls into a pit of raging hellfire without end. for all her love of humanity, they fascinate her — they terrify her. people are capable of nearly anything when pressed into corners with naught but sharp, jagged edges. tipping her head to the side, morgana's studious gaze remains fixated upon the man before her. " i'm not wholly unfamiliar with zaun's plight. it's rare, but every now and then, i hear an errant prayer from its depths. so tell me . . . i would hear zaun's story from the lips of a man who knows its ins and outs. "